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[wntrswolf]

love mirage

✧ pair: benjicot "davos" blackwood (fancast) x freader!secret-lover-betrothed-to-a-bracken

✧ theme/warning(s): slight/implied smut, angst, forbidden romance, star-crossed lovers. — (all characters mentioned are of age!) 18+

✧ word count: 1.8k

✧ author's note: hello! this is my first writing! this one-shot was spontaneously written as it was meant more for self-indulgence but i thought why not share it to others who also has a current obsession with the rising blackwood character, right? :-) anyways, reading fics under the benji tags manifested many scenarios in my head, and gave me inspiration to write something. lastly, forgive me for any possible grammatical errors, i still am an amateur in fictional writing. enjoy!!!

It was the dead of night. The sky had been painted in its darkest hue, the moon stood nearly at its peak, offering its gentle glow along the riverbank. The distant chatter that could be heard during a long day's labor was no longer present, replaced by the solemn silence of nature's symphonies—the flowing river, the rustling of leaves as they danced in breaths of wind, and the lullabies of insects as they clicked and buzzed.

The forest was no stranger to you; befriending the woodland for the passing moons. You often wondered if anyone would, or had, grown an inkling of your periodic disappearance following the hours of supper—what others would think of your father’s only daughter growing a rather sudden interest beyond the walls of your family's stronghold. You always made your way out stealthily, though his words echoed in your mind,

“You are our only hope, daughter. Do not fail us.” A stark reminder of your duty, which would soon bring honor to your family's name.

If it means anything, you knew it was wrong from the start. You had never intended anything as such to happen. For the name of a nobleman was bound to yours, yet your lips would chant whispers of another.

Time became irrelevant right before you met him on this cool summer night. There the young man stood, one hand steady on the hilt of his dagger, ever vigilant should danger lurk in the tranquil embrace of the silent woods; his tense body relaxing upon the sight of your cloaked figure before him—a beacon of familiarity. You had planned to tell him about your betrothal tonight.

Although it was not much longer that you would find yourself a whimpering mess under the Blackwood boy. Your sighs mingled with the saccharine words Benjicot spoke, adding harmonies of moans and gasps of pleasure in the serenity of the haven you both made. You often feared getting caught but Benji assured you in these remote lands, he doubted anyone would be near enough to witness anything— not even the treacherous act you both selfishly indulged in. You still pray to the Gods that they grant you both the favor that no eye spies this clandestine meeting; and the many before.

You never really questioned yourself on why you couldn't confide in your father about your betrothal; had you already envisioned the conversation—mayhem would ensue. It was simple, it was the decision he made—securing your family's position through a marriage pact, a political alliance they called it. Duty, you thought yet again.

You didn't know what, or whom, to shift the blame on—or maybe it was the complexities of guilt. your guilt. You knew the inevitable, yet your selfishness, your greed, your immature desire for love; tainting your rationale. Or that maybe you should feel resentment that your father and the Lord of Stone Hedge, Humfrey Bracken regarded their relationship as close as to being kin. Maybe then you would have the strength to ignore your obligations, this once.

You cursed yourself for thinking the way you did, and you cursed the Gods for the decades-old rivarly between the ancient houses—a hatred and feud born long before either of you were born; beyond your father's time, and his father's before him, yet its roots grew, multiplying the petty divide among those that followed after them.

It made you question what started the war between the two in the first place, as sin begets sin begets sin; however, unwavering was the tryst between you and Benjicot—untouched by the strife and grudges.

He knew. You were aware of his knowledge with the woven webs you had with the Brackens; about your father's bond with the red stallion lord. Your thoughts do not come to a plausible explanation as they endlessly spun in your mind.

And all it took was Benjicot's hips to lower into yours, silencing these whirling thoughts.

Your cloak drapes over you, offering its warmth from the breaths of wind, coming from the riverbank. It spared the watchful eyes of the forest spirits from your unneeded bareness. At your side, Benjicot lays as he adjusts his breeches.

“There’s a war soon to come,” he says as he stares at the sky, hands behind his head, ”And I ought for you to know that given the growing wars, you have not left my mind since.” he nervously confessed.

You hum in response, the weight of his words settling heavily in the quiet of the forest. "I fear what lies ahead, Ben" you whisper, your voice barely above a murmur, filled with both longing and apprehension.

He turns to you then, his gaze searching yours with an intensity that spoke of unspoken promises and uncertainties. "No matter what comes, my love for you will endure." he vows, his fingers gently tracing the contour of your cheek.

You turn your head and sit up, feeling around for your discarded garments to dress.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asks, sitting up, his expression betraying confusion at your abrupt reaction. 

"No, it's not that." you breathed out, your back faced to him. It was this very moment you had feared since the first: the inevitable.

"Well, did you not finish as I had?" he ventured in jest, a playful side of him that you loved. "Or is it because I professed my love for you?", hoping his declaration had not caused you to pull away. "Trust me, I will make sure there's nothing—"

"My betrothal..." you did not let him finish, "it's to Aeron Bracken." you said, still facing away from him as you rose from the ground. You picked on your fingers picked in nervousness of his next response. The weight of your confession hung heavy in the air.

At first he thought he had not heard you clearly, as if the world had gotten awfully quiet. It was when you repeated once more, realizing his ears did not fail him as his blood got hot—of you saying the name whom ignited an unexplainable fury in him.

"Aeron Bracken," Benjicot repeated in disbelief of your sudden confession, "The Bracken twat, eh?" — the very same Bracken he encountered in fresh conflict, near the mill's boundary stones. Although he did not show it, the tension in the air was strong enough to burn and linger its flames; his knuckles turning pale as he clenched his fists at his side.

"A craven false king follower... is bound to your name, to you." he chuckles incredulously. 

He paced in the clearing, his footsteps heavy as he turned to you. "And what are you to do about it?" He posed the question, pain plain upon his face, though hope bled through the mask of his composure. Deep down, he already knew the answer. He could scare tell if asking you such question was to self-inflict torment, or just a desperate need to face the harsh reality of your confession— not a difference between the two really.

You finally turned to meet his gaze, "It's my father's decision," you explained softly. "I... I cannot defy it." You stood before him, as your tears glisten in the faint light. Torn between love and duty.

"Ben," you pleaded, your voice shaking. "You know the stakes. It’s my duty. My family's honor—” 

"Fuck honor!" he interrupted, his voice thundering through the forest. He strides towards you, "It was long gone the very moment we first met—" he huffed out. He knew in his heart that despite the love he developed towards you, the tangled web of your kinship with the Brackens would soon unravel the bond you shared— still, he gambled with the odds, just as you had.

He had ever hoped that the old Gods would bestow the blessing of his fervent wishes—that it would be you, not some other maiden, whom he would take to wife. He often dreamed of you bearing the heirs of his house, growing gray together, and watch as your blood flow through the veins that would carry on his legacy. Yet, it was only ever a distant dream.

You reached out to him, to calm the storm raging within him, but he jerked away. "Tell me, then," he challenged, stepping closer with fire in his eyes. "Where do your loyalties lie, beyond this," he motioned between the two of you. "Are you suggesting that your father, and even yourself, are to declare for the usurper cunt of a King?" he whisper-yells to you. “Or is this some sort of arrangement with those Bracken fucks, to get back at us Blackwoods, simply just using me as a pawn, 'cus you know I'm now Lord?" His words spitting at you like venom;

“Oh, you know where my loyalties lie," you spat, your voice filled with heartache, "But I won't stand for you questioning my integrity nor my family's honor to secure a future." You glared at him as your heart stung with hurt, "And to accuse me... I would not dare to commit something so heinous even if i could; I'm not cruel, Benji."

Benjicot's jaw clenched, shaking his head as he stood facing the river, incomprehensible words muttered under his breath.

"I never asked for this," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. "But I have responsibilities. We both do." you sniffled, swallowing the tension of your throat away, "And I know you know..." you wiped your tears, "we know... that this was bound to occur, sooner or later, Ben." your voice was barely audible, even with the deafening silence the forest came to be. "There's a war coming."

The silence hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken words and the weight of impossible choices.

Benjicot stood before you, his expression torn between love and anguish. His hands trembled as he gathered his scattered belongings, his movements reflecting the turmoil in his heart. You mirrored his actions, silently picking the remnants of what you felt is to be your last fleeting moment of happiness.

"I swear it," he finally spoke, "would that we were not bound by the enmity between our folks, I would have already vowed myself to you. Long before your father would have you promised to another."

His words pierced your heart with longing and regret, the bitter truth of your circumstances hanging between you like a veil of sorrow. “And I would have gladly accepted it,” you replied with a heavy sigh. "—my Lord."

The Blackwood male nodded, his gaze fixed on yours, filled with a depth of emotion that mirrored your own. With a heavy heart, you both silently acknowledged the futility of your love.

Benjicot turned away first. The distance between you both grew; and his silhouette became one with the dark forest.

You knew that somewhere, amidst the pain and heartache, you would find a way to carry on—a life of uncertainty but fraught with duty. As you walked away from the happiness and love that the forest had given you, the ache in your chest spoke of a love that was lost but will never be forgotten. It would be a bittersweet reminder of what once was, and what could never be again.

[azmydeus]

goodnight

[freyadragonlord]

I am not sure what to think about the fact that the Murderbot tv show made all the PreservationAux humans naive, silly hippies....... when in the book series, that's exactly stereotype people from the Corporation Rim have about indipendent planets.

Murderbot starts the first book specifically thinking that PreservationAux has to be a shitshow, cause that's what media and propaganda taught him. And then it meets these humans that are smart and competent and kind (and even tho it takes it time to trust them and love them, it admires them pretty much imediatelly).

And yeah the kindness feels weird to it, because it is used to the hellish Corporation Rim standards where everyone is either trying to rip each other off, or they're always fighting because of the stress of their bosses trying to rip them off.

At first I wanted to excuse the human characters not being as emotionally intelligent as they are in the book by thinking the tv show wants them to evolve along the way, and yeah, that could still be it....... but, it really goes too far. This is depicting them as stupid. They’re not meant to be stupid.

(Also, while we’re on the subject, why would parties inside PreservationAux want to join the Corporation Rim? What’s that plotline about?? They are happily living in a communist utopia, they really much Know Corporation Rim sucks! I don’t want to read this as Apple being maybe a bit Touchy that the book series is very much a not-veiled-at-all criticism of the capitalism Apple itself represents but…. Mmmmmmmm)

[hey-hey-j]

I'm having fun with this concept okay no one look at me

(★ my Kofi)

[rohirric-hunter]

People who were upset about me saying I didn't like Chinese food may be pleased to learn that one of my coworkers has converted me to liking some Chinese food. Although I suspect that the truth of the matter is that I had eaten a lot of shitty Chinese food and she just hooked me on good Chinese food

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

pirate au??

PIRATE AU!!!!!

@prettyswellaus has an accurate username. those are some pretty swell aus!!!!

have YOU ever tried creating a criminal organization by yourself?? its harder than you think!!!!!

[polydamnory]

WAIT THIS IS CANON?! I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST A GENERALLY ACCEPTED HEADCANON! OH THIS JUST MADE MY DAY!

[avocado62524]

[teddybeartoji]

toji tells you “does puppy wants a treat???!!!! ･ﾟ✧ (っ´▽｀)っ” before fucking your throat

AAAAHHHHH🥴🥴🥴🥴 NONNIEEEE YOU GET MEEE OH MY GOD THIS MADE ME FEEL ALL WARM AND FUZZY INSIDE FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKK he taps the tip on your tongue while staring down at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk.... mmmmm he waits until you actually say that you want it because just a nod will never be enough for him.. he tugs on your leash until your nose is buried in his pubes, your eyes watering as you take him down your throat like a good pup🥴🥴🥴🥴

[watchyourbuck]

s1 Buck was so sassy AJDKFKDKDKS he just said “really? cuz I was under the impression that kind of was my job🥱” to ATHENA GRANT LIKE ARE U FR what a fucking menance

[scythlyven-art]

Been thinking about vampire vex all day because of that one anon

Like imagine an au where the briarwoods killed Percy’s family but he knew that they were a necromancer and a vampire and he’s developed this strong hatred of vampires because of it.

He meets Vex and Vex has always tried to hide the fact she’s a vampire or downplay it especially for new people so she hides it like normal meeting Percy. After enough time passes and he eventually shares his backstory and just how much he hates vampires Vex is even more careful to hide it around him.

Maybe eventually she lets herself get too hungry because they’ve been busy and she hasn’t had a good moment to slip away and sneak a bite and maybe this puts her in sort of a bloodlust state from the hunger. She quickly finds some poor soul and drags them in a back room to feed and Percy, concerned about her not looking well and running off, walks in to find her hunched on the floor, teeth in this person neck. She looks like a wild animal as her eyes snap up to meet his- angry for a second at someone interrupting her meal but then realizing it’s Percy and panicking.

She lets go of the person and tries to say something but Percy is already drawing his weapon absolutely fucking terrified. Terrified that she is a spawn of Sylas and that the briarwoods sent her to follow him- to eventually kill him.

And he fires at her but the charade is up and vex uses her vampiric abilities to easily dodge his panicked shots and she’s trying to call out to him to listen but then he tries to run and she can’t let him get away in the panic he’s in so she tackles him in the doorway, pinning him down and his arms away not realizing she’s only making things worse for him because she still has blood dripping down her mouth as she holds him down with inhuman strength—

[lemoneon]

Forsaken on my brain

[b33-fus]

Okay chat I meant to make this as a joke but i got so carried away oh my god ihhfwriuhfrw8huwfrihuc

I wanted to draw the like jesus candle thing with Kim so j could print it out and put it on a candle like funny haha kim shrine

But like I fuck with this so hard dude I'm proud of it

My commissions are opennnnnnnn just sayinnnnnn

[alexluvsskittlez]

she hesitant alien on my two faced till I Paramore this is why tour Auckland New Zeland 2023

the rendering is lowkey pmo me off 🥀🥀🥀🥀💔💔🥀💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀🥀

[dinosaurwithablog]

Tonight, I made the best pizza that I've ever made!! It's all in the crust, and this one was spectacular!! It was crispy on the outside and light and airy on the inside. I topped it with freshly made marinara sauce and freshly grated caciocavallo, pecorino romano, and parmesan reggiano!! I love those Italian cheeses. I added thinly sliced red onions, diced red bell peppers, and mushrooms. I sprinkled some oregano, basil, garlic powder, and salt and pepper on it, too. This pizza was divine!! I'm glad that I still have some dough left so I can make another one tomorrow. 😁😍😋

[enderpawu]

"this user's fav is: grian!"

if u want to use this then ur allowed but pls credit me somewhere!!

yknow it was pretty fun and easy, maybe i'll make a mumbo one too! tho i couldn't figure out how to make text bigger while also being easily readable, but oh well 😔