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Want You Dead III

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aemond Targaryen x Reader | Part 1 2 3

Summary: Sure, you're not together but the Targaryen prince doesn't care... neither of them do.

Word Count: 11k+

Warnings: mentions of assault/rape, mentions of failed pregnancy/misarrange, themes of infidelity, depictions of violence, pining, fluff, slow burn, typos, etc.

A/N: considering the fact that I royally messed up the timeline, lets just pretend that rhaenyra's kids are now old enough to tussle with alicient's kids ok??? and that daemon's kids can do what they do in this fic considering the timeline HAHSHAHHAHA also yall might not like where I'm steering this fic but stay mad AHAHAHAHAH I was unsure about adding the ending I did, so if you like it, be grateful that the wheel of fortune told me to IM SO GLAD I FINISHED WITH 3 CHAPTERS IM FREE IM FREE

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"Good morn, your majesties," I greet, stepping aside as the young silver haired siblings pass me alongside their servants in the hallway. Aegon turns to me, smirking as he spoke in High Valyrian, "good morn, my lady."

Helaena nods in my direction, offering a shy smile, which I return.

Aemond spares me no look and no regard however.

After they pass, I gather my skirt and prepare to walk off. Just as I do, there is a pattering of footsteps coming towards me. I halt when I feel someone tug at my skirt. I look back and see it is princess Helaena, eyes looking up at me frantically.

I knit my brows at her, eyes darting from the group of people who halted in the middle of the hall, back to her, "my dear princess? What can I help you with?"

She raises her hands out in front of me. I turn to them and wordlessly take them into mine. Helaena whispers, "eye will be lost."

I knit my brows, "you will be lost?"

"Eye will be lost," she repeats.

"I will be lost?"

"He will come for you," she adds, gripping my hands tighter.

I shake my head at her words, "who will come for me, my dear?"

"The prince," she retorts, breaking away from me and running back to the others before I could question her further. I watch as Helaena joins the servants. I also do not miss the fact that Aemond's stare promptly breaks away when my eyes flicker to him.

At this point, I begin to make my way back to where I was meant o go in the first place. It seems I caught them right in time.

"My lady wife," the brown haired man smiles the moment he steps out of the meeting room, rushing over to me to place a kiss on my cheeks.

I cannot withhold the chuckle of amusement from the fawning acts of my husband that did not fade even after two years since we've wed.

I catch sight of Princess Rhaenyra who exited the room. I smile and curtsy to her before she walks off. I turn to Lord Greystoke and raise my brows, "now that I'm here, what is it that you wanted me to do?"

Aiden grins, pulling my arm into his as he leads me off, "I have talking to our kind princess about you-"

"Of course you have."

"-and upon hearing of our difficulties to conceive-"

"My difficulti-"

"Ours-" Aiden corrects, halting, making me turn to him, "your difficulties are mine, your worries our mine; I swore it on the day we were wed."

I look at his glimmering blue eyes as he tucks hair behind my ear and leads us off again, "well, the princess has instructed that you stay here and take medication that will aid you to bare children."

I sigh, shaking my head, "you fundamentally wish to trap me here in King's Landing?"

"No, you will only stay here in days I will as well," he calls, halting again, "I am your husband who has a seat in the table of the king."

"Aiden," I mutter as he leads me to the side where he leans against a column. He gives me his puppy dog pout.

"You know that is not what concerns me about staying here."

He sighs, placing his hands on my cheeks, "I know all that concerns my lady wife."

I watch as his expression fades into a tense look. His hands brush down from my neck and arms then land on the sides of my belly, "but I know as well your desires to be with child, sweet girl."

I feel my stomach roll at the pet name yet I cannot help but frown as he does so.

"I swear to you on my life, that if he comes back, I will be the first to know and you will not even hear a word of it for I will have you back in our home," Aiden says, standing up straight.

"My dear, there is no way you can guarantee this."

"And yet I will if you agree to see the maesters," he pouts, pulling me close to him, "please, my love," he mutters, hands snaking around my back, "you know I have my ways of finding out things."

I chuckle, "hmm, like how you knew that the last slice of pie was mine and yet you still ate it."

He chuckles, leaning down to the crook of my neck, "it was tasty," he presses a kiss on my skin, "but not as sweet as you."

I moan when his lips continue to work on the are. And not because I wanted to, I push him away, making him grunt softly. I give him a look, "Abigail would drop dead if she caught us."

"Yet I do not see your handmaiden anywhere," he shrugs, "we are husband and wife," he pushes my hair back, smiling at the wetness he left on my shoulder, "let them see."

I give him a look and he only returns it with a cheeky grin.

Aiden steps forward once, and grabs my hand, bringing it to his chest, "what say you, my heart?"

I crumble under his soft gaze and shake my head, "fine, but I hold you to your promise of-"

"I swear on my life!" he calls loudly, making me cringe, "I swear on our unborn children and the very air that I breathe that I will-"

"Silence," I pull him by his ear.

He laughs but then yelps.

And so, after an month of drinking teas, puking teas, then drinking some more, my husband and I got to work in the bedroom from dusk until darkness took over the skies. And as much as Aiden made me forget about how vile the tea I drank was, I was now remembering its effects on this particular night. I could taste it rising up my throat while we tried to sleep.

Aiden catches my arm before I can crawl out of bed.

His eyes barely open and his voice is groggy as he asks, "what is it?"

I chuckle at his disheveled expression, yet I smile at the fact that although he is half-awake, half covered in darkness and moonlight, he was still as pretty as he always was.

"I feel the tea rising again," I mutter, leaning into him, pressing a kiss on his jaw, "I'm going out for a walk."

He groans, trying to will his eyes open, "I'll-"

"Shh," I push him down gently and chuckle, "sleep, husband, you have an early day tomorrow."

Aiden is restless, "but I cannot-"

"I will be quick about it, I promise."

His eyes are already closed but he frowns, "I cannot sleep without you."

I chuckle and brush his dark hair as he falls on the bed and cuddles a pillow, "I will be quick, my love." An involuntary burp reminds me why I was awake in the first place, "I really just need to walk around first."

He hums in defeat, "be quick, I beg of you."

After giving Aiden's cheek one last kiss, I grab a thick robe and slippers, heading promptly out of our chambers.

I head to what I found to be the quietest side of the palace. It was by a dead end in the gardens where a bench was. The spot gave you the opportunity to gaze upon the flora all around.

To my surprise, there is a hooded boy sitting there. I smile to myself, knowing it was Aemond.

"My prince," I call before getting too close in case I spook him.

True enough, he jolts from his seat and looks up at me. It's too dark for me to clearly see his features, especially from under his hood.

He looks back down to his lap then fiddles with his hands as I sit down next to him.

"How did you know it was me?" Aemond asks quietly.

I turn to him, slightly alarmed by his out of character jitters. Though he and I had not spoken since I got married, I still knew it was unlike him to act this way around me.

"You're the only other person that I know who likes to lounge here," I retort, "albeit, admittedly, I did not expect you to come back here, when we have no not conversed in so long."

"Why are you awake?" he asks quietly, though he clearly sounded concerned.

"I took a vile tasting tea," I sigh, "and now I cannot sleep."

He turns to me, "are you si-"

"What happened to your eye?!"

Aemond freezes, hand darting up to his face. Tears immediately flood his uncovered eye and he turns and rushes away.

"Wait, Aemond!" I call standing before he could rush any further, "I apologize- I did not mean to offend you. I was just shocked."

Aemond stills, back turned from me, hands clenching tightly into fists. I walk over to him and mutter softly, "please do not leave on my account. If you do not want me around, I'll be the one to lea-"

"NO!" he shouts, turning back to me, one cheek stained with tears.

I look at his frightened expression and feel my heart hurt. I raise my hand up to him, "may I-"

But he cuts me off by pulling me into a tight hug. I tense against him, not expecting the embrace, but eventually, I lean into his touch and even bend down to better hold him.

His hood slips off his head. I brush his hair with my fingers and hush him as he sobs into my robe.

"My poor boy," I mutter, "it must hurt so much."

Upon hearing my words, Aemon falls silent, as if it halts his sobs. He pulls away from me, as if only realizing that he was in my arms, "I- I'm sorry I jumped into you."

I shake my head, "it's alright. It felt like you needed it."

"But I didn't get your permission."

"It's alright, Aemond," I offer a smile, "I know you would not try to hurt me."

He turns his gaze to his feet and shakes his head, "I... I'm not upset about my eye."

I knit my brows.

"It's inconsequential to what I got in return," he says with a serious tone.

"And what did you get in return, my prince?"

"A dragon."

I raise my brows.

"Vhagar."

My eyes widen.

Hearing the name makes me do a double take. I step back and shake my head, yet I am unable to ask him the questions I had in mind.

"I will make her submit to me soon," Aemond mutters, slowly walking to me, "and then I will introduce you to my mount just as I promised you before."

"Aemond," I speak slowly, "who was her rider before?"

He looks up at me, as if unwilling to tell me.

"Is it not Princess Laena?" I give him a look, "what did you do to her?"

Aemond shakes his head, hurt at the insinuation of my words, "I did nothing but claim her dragon."

I release a sigh but then freeze when I hear him continue, "she died because she could not give birth."

A hand darts up to my lips. I feel my insides churn and I fight back a gag. I fight it down and heave heavily. Aemond gives me a concerned look and speaks softly, "my lady."

I choke down what was attempting to rise from my throat and release a sigh, "apologies. Just... the tea I've been drinking is not going down well."

"You have suffered greatly just to fall with child," Aemond says.

I fight back a burp as I place my hand on my belly.

He takes in my expression and knits his brows, "must you go through this? Do you truly love your lord husband so much that you wish to suffer to bear his seed?"

I close my eyes when I break into a laugh, "this is the truth of womanhood, your grace," I pull my lips into a smile. I turn to him and shake my head at his worried look. I raise a hand to him, "may I?"

He eagerly nods and I place a hand on his cheek. I barely ghost my thumb on his wounded skin. He closes his eyes as he leans against me.

"Do you want to know the truth, Aemond?"

He peels his eyes open and silently looks at me.

"I don't like it when my body listens to me," I mutter, "and as much as I would love to have a child, at this point," I take a moment before continuing, "I want to prove something to myself... that my body is just an extension of my mind," I pull my hand away, "and that I can do what I put my mind onto."

"You have nothing to prove," Aemond mutters.

I purse my lips into a smile, but then an uninvited memory of another prince speaking those same words linger in my head.

"If I may," he says, eyes turning down to my hand.

I chuckle, but regret it when I feel my stomach uncomfortably bubble because of it. I raise my hand and he takes it with both of his, turning up to me with his one violet eye.

I pout at the sight of him as he mutters, "I would not make my wife suffer to bear my children."

I cannot help but chuckle, and my stomach churns again in protest. I place my freer hand to my lips to hold back my uncomfortable grunts. I force a smile through it, "your future bride would be lucky."

All at once, I let out another gag. It's pretty bad that I pull out of Aemond's grip to slap both hands on my lips.

He speaks out my name.

I heave.

"As your prince, I command you to cease drinking this destructive tea."

I snort, "and here I thought you wouldn't abuse your power like that."

"It's a prince' duty to care for their subjects and I-"

"My love," I cut him short, giving him a soft expression, "I swear to you this will pass eventually." I release a groan as I attempt to lighten the mood, "it has to, since my prince demands it so."

His face tenses.

"I promise you, Aemond, you will be the first I will tell when a joyous occasion replaces my sorrow."

He scoffs, "even before your stupid husband?"

I don't respond as I gag again, this time, a sour taste is left on my tongue.

Aemond speaks my name and it is echoed by a voice much louder and concerned than he.

I press my hand tightly against my lips as I rush over to a bush. I feel goosebumps ride around me I lean over the plant.

"My love, are you alright?" Aiden comes up beside me and I immediately grab his arm. He gathers me up against him and pulls my hair back as I let out another gagging sound.

Aemond clenches his jaw tightly upon seeing Aiden.

With one more wretch, I consequently throw up all over the leaves and feel a mix of relief and discomfort as I do so.

Aiden, who had my hair bunched up on one hand, places a kiss on my nape. His other hand on my arm rubs the area in a soothing manner.

Aemond turns away.

"I knew something was wrong when you did not come back to bed."

I chuckle, wiping my lips on my sleeve, "tis not because of my hurling, husband," I turn to Aiden and his tired eyes, "but because of my concern for the prince."

Aiden knits his brows, turning around, spotting the boy, "oh," he bows, "prince Aemond. I had not noticed you there."

Aemond scoffs, not turning to him.

I sigh, "you are out of your wits, Aiden, go back to bed."

"No," he shakes his head, "I will not sleep if you do not come back with me."

"I will come back once I've made sure Aemond is-"

"No!" Aemond blurts, making both of us turn to him. He stiffens under our gaze, hiding his face deeper into the hood he put back on, "I'm quite alright, my lady. You should get a good night's rest."

"But you have not yet told me why you-"

"I'm quite alright now!" he says in the most unconvincing of tones, "I was only sad because... we have not spoken since you've gotten married," he points a finger, "to him."

I turn to Aiden, finding not only is he unfazed, but he was half asleep.

I take in his expression and think to inquire why he avoided speaking to me in the first place. I decide not to do so however, in mercy of sleepy Aiden. "Well," I start, "I do hope that you no longer treat me like a stranger after tonight."

I do not miss the longing expression in his eye.

"We will retire then, prince Aemond," I nod, snaking my arm around Aiden's torso and leading him off. He snaps awake at this, only to lean against me and kiss my cheek, "finally."

Aiden runs up in front of me, stretching his arms out, blocking my path, as if in protest.

I tilt my head and scrunch my face, "do you have a problem, husband?"

He swallows a thick lump in his throat then heaves, "there is a problem with you waking down this particular hallway."

I narrow my eyes at him, "it's been a month since I lost our babe, 5 since the one before, and 2 fucking years since I've been living in this wretched place, taking the pregnancy wretched tea, and you will not allow me to-"

"It's nothing of the sort, love," Aiden whines, taking my face in his hands, making me look up at him with angry eyes, "it is simply that I do not wish for you to see what lies beyond the hall."

I roll my eyes, "and what brutal injury occurred in the training grounds today that you do not want me to go to the ward?"

I shoo him away, making him whine, "it's not the ward! It's-"

There is a loud screeching sound that cuts him off. A strong gust of wind blows down from above. I do not hesitate and move away from him, lifting my eyes up. I feel my chest tighten at the unmistakable beauty of Caraxes flying overhead.

"Fuck," Aiden mutters, grabbing me by my arms, "I was going to say there was a family emergency and take you h-"

I turn to him, silencing him, suddenly realizing what comes with that dragon.

Aiden speaks my name in concern.

"Get me away from here," I shake my head.

Aiden only nods as another screech rings in the air.

In our haste, we do manage to get our things and head for the stables, but it is precisely because of this as well that I knock into a child I did not see with my thick hand muff and pillow in my arms. I would have left it, but I find myself unable to sleep without it ever since acquiring it when I first got pregnant.

I gasp, "my apologies, I-"

"It's alright," the girl speaks softly, promptly getting to her feet. The child turns to me, and yet I do not see her soft expression, only the burning red necklace dangling on her tiny chest.

My jaw slacks.

She blinks up at me, then straightens up, as if realizing why I was gawking, "I am Princess Rhaena, my lady, daughter to Princess Laena and Prince Daemon."

I force a smile as Aiden looks between the girl and I, "I am Lord Greystoke and this is my wife, Lady Rubin, my princess. I do apologize again on behalf of my wife, but we are in a hurry to return-"

"If I may," I ask, bending down, with my muff and pillow still in hand, "you have a very pretty necklace," I smile, finally turning from the said piece of jewelry to the girl's face, "where did you get that?"

Aiden's eyes widen when he sees the crest on the ruby.

Young Rhaena turns to the object around her neck and touches it, "I got it from my father's box," she turns back to me, "it was my mothers."

I release a shudder. I grip my pillow tightly and release a breath to calm myself, lest my voice betray me, "did he say that?"

She shakes her head in disagreement, "but I saw him say it was his wife's."

Aiden's eye twitches.

I release a shaky chuckle, "did he now?"

Aiden snaps out of his angry trance, "darling, we should go-"

"Did you ever notice the drawings on the ruby, princess?"

Rhaena knits her brows and picks up the stone, turning to it. When she turns back to me, my eyes are already too blurred with tears that I simply decide to stand and wipe my tears away. I turn back to her and fake a smile, "do you know what it is?"

"Do you know what it is?" the girl innocently repeats, making me want to rip my hair out of my head.

I will my tears back, "I do. I know it well."

"What is it?"

I open my mouth but find I am unable to speak. I shudder, "I beg your pardon. I'd tell you more about it but my husband and I have to-"

We all turn over to whom spoke my name in distress. I release another shudder at the sight of the silver hair.

I do however offer her a smile, "Princess Helaena."

"You're leaving?" she speaks, voice hurt.

At the same moment, a man walks over, making everyone turn to him, as he halts at the sight before him. Rhaena turns to the man and walks over, wrapping her arms around his leg. Daemon places a hand on his daughters head, but his eyes are fixed on mine.

I turn back to Helaena as she carefully takes a few steps over, "you promised that you would look at my spider collection after supper."

My heart breaks at the fact I had forgotten this in my haste.

"I'm not leaving," I decide, making Aiden shift uncomfortably, "I was only helping my husband pack our things for we need to return home promptly after."

"Oh," Helaena says, immediately believing me, "in that case, would you like to see the butterflies I caught?"

I release a huff, "of course, my love."

The princess grins, promptly running over, "let me help you."

I smile back at her and hand her my pillow once she is near. She hugs it tightly, "it's so soft."

"Yes," I say, walking off, "my husband bought it for me when I was pregnant."

Daemon view is hindered by Aiden's dark look. The latter quickly follows after us as we make our way to our carriage.

Later that night, I was in the dining hall, seated with the other lords that were part of the kings council as well as the ladies they were married to.

Save for the fact I could feel Daemon burning me with his gaze and the fact I continuously scolded my husband for even looking his way, the night was uneventful.

That was until Aemond came up to me with an outstretched palm.

"Might I invite Lady Rubin to a dance?" he calls.

Aiden, who had been shooting daggers at Daemon turns to Aemond with a much softer look, feeling no threat at all from the younger prince.

I look up at him and smile, "of course."

Aemond promptly leads me in a dance.

Daemon watches from his seat intently.

Aiden watches Daemon watching me.

"Tis only now that I realized you never took your husband's last name," Aemond speaks as glides me around the room.

Once he spins me around and pulls me back closer, I release a giggle, "tis only now I realized you're nearly taller than me."

He clears his throat, averting his eye, baring his eyepatch at me. I release a soft chuckle.

We move across the floor in sync, hands brushing against each other's.

"It is to keep my house alive," I mutter once we move back close, "we decided our sons would take his name and our daughters would take mine."

Aemond pulls me against his chest.

I giggle again upon catching the way he rolls his eye.

We stalk around each other, "admirable, is it not?"

"Mm," he hums, "as admirable as it is to do what is only expected of you."

I shake my head at his words. He pushes me in sync to the beat of the music then pulls me back to spin me once more. When my back is pressed flush on his chest, I mutter, "you make my husband to be such a villain, my love."

I hear Aemond's breath hitch before he sharply seethes, "he is."

I tilt my head, deciding not to continue with the choreography so I could face the young prince. The moment I turn back to him, the amusement of my lips pull down at his grave expression. I grip his shoulders and pout my lips, "pray tell, what did my awful Lord Greystoke ever do to you, prince Aemond?"

I was shocked by how quickly he responded.

"He married you before I could come of age."

There was no hint of humor in his voice, and because of this, I pull my hands away and let out an awkward chuckle.

"I thought I was so obvious about it, Lady Rubin," he mutters in High Valyrian.

I shake my head, "you think I would perceive the sweetness of a child as romantic advances?"

He clenches his jaw, "I am not a child anymore."

With that, he pulls away and bows before walking off to wherever he meant to go. I watch as his back fades into the distance.

Before I could even release a sigh, my breath is caught in my throat at the sight before me.

It's Daemon standing before me with a hard expression. In front of him is his tiny daughter, looking up at me with wide glassy eyes.

My heart hurts at the sad expression the girl had.

All at once, I feel Aiden's protective presence surround me as his familiar voice spits, "can I help you?"

Daemon's eyes do not leave me, even as I bend down to the level of Rhaena. I notice immediately that my necklace is no longer on her neck, "where did your pretty necklace go?"

Her lips quiver as she raises the said piece of jewelry by my face, "my father said this was yours."

I clench my jaw at the sound of her distressed small voice.

"I thought it was my mother's but I was mistaken," she mutters, "I apologize for the distress I may have caused you, my lady."

She hands me the necklace and I frown deeply, "you did not distress me at all, my love," I take the object from her and sigh, "can I give you a hug?"

Rhaena nods and I fall to my knees to give the child an embrace. I lightly brush her hair and feel anger bustle inside me at the sight of her ass-of-a-father's trousers, "did your father reprimand you because of this?" I pull away from her, "is that why you're sullen?"

She shakes her head, "he told me that necklace was the last thing you got from your mother, and that she's also dead like mine, and that made me really sad."

I hear Aiden scoff.

I frown at the tears threatening to spill from here eyes. I wipe the tears that do stream her cheeks, "thank you for returning my necklace, princess."

She nods her head, "you're welcome."

I brush her hair back, "in return, I will commission a finer necklace fit for a princess as sweet and as radiant as you."

Her eyes widen in interest.

I smile, taking her little hands, "what color would most please you, my love?"

She hesitates and I am honestly impressed by how she withholds the eagerness that was brimming on her face.

My smile drops when I hear Daemon's urging voice, "tell her your favorite color, my love."

Rhaena turns to her father, breaking away from me to lean against his legs. I clench my jaw as she mutters something to him.

I stand as Daemon speaks, "don't tell me, tell Lady Rubin."

Once I am on my feet, Aiden secures a hand around my waist and presses a kiss on my shoulder. It does not help me relax, especially not after Daemon turns to us.

Rhaena turns back to me, soft voice barely audible as she says, "violet."

"A fine choice," Aiden answers, "I will see to it myself that we acquire the best violet gem in the kingdom for you, Princess Rhaena."

Rhaena offers a soft smile, hiding further against her father's side.

"Rhaena, do not cower, you have the might of the dragon within you," Daemon scolds, eyes lifting up to me, "just as our lady once did."

Aiden does not hesitate and nearly lunges at Daemon.

"Enough," I find myself speaking in High Valyrian as I snatch my husband's arm. Aiden turns to me as I repeat myself, "enough. I've entertained the royal enough for one night."

Aiden takes my hand, "I agree."

Before he could lead me back to our seat on the table, I pull away from him, "I need some fresh air."

"I'll accom-"

"No," I dismiss, "you have yet to speak to Lord what's-his-face and he might arrive the moment we step out of the room."

"But-"

One sharp look is enough to silence Aiden. He releases a breath and presses a kiss on my cheek, "I shall act swiftly, my wife."

"Good. I want to go home."

I make my way outside the hall and find myself heading to the sanctity of the gardens.

I sit on the lonely bench that was now bathing in moonlight and release a sigh once I realize that my feet were killing me. I close my eyes and lean on the backrest. I slowly I feel myself relax.

It doesn't take long for me to feel a presence near me but I think it would either by Aemond or Aiden anyway, so I decide not to react to it.

You can imagine how bad that decision was once I heard the voice of the man, who in all audacity, still chose to sit next to me.

"No one else must know of this place considering you did not even flinch when I walked over."

"Did you ever think perhaps I was ignoring you?"

He chuckles, "you could not ignore me."

I scoff as I turn to look at Daemon.

"Just as I could never ignore you," he mutters so softly that his lips barely move.

The sight of his darkened face under the light of the night sky enraged me.

"Oh," I scoff again, "that must be why you did not speak to me for fucking years!"

"I did not-"

I storm off before he could continue. I immediately jolt and attack him when he touches me. I twist out of him grip on my arm. After, I pull my skirt up and kick him in the gut. He lets out a pained sound as he loses his breath and bends over. I take this as an opportunity to tackle him and shove him to the ground.

Though my attire does prove to be annoying, it does not make my knee on his stomach hurt any less, nor do I find it hard to press my arm on his neck.

"You forget yourself, Targaryen scum."

He chokes, unsure of whether or not he should relieve the pressure on his belly or on his throat.

"I thought you were serious!" he manages out strangled cry.

"SERIOUS ABOUT WHAT?" I growl

"About that - fucker -"

I release him after he turns purple.

Daemon catches his breath with pure and heavy desperation. I feel no sympathy for him when he begins to rattle out into a cough. I stand and look down at him one last time before turning away.

"Wait!" he heaves.

I do no such thing.

"Rhaenyra told me you were distraught."

Despite my better judgement, I still at those words. I hear him suck in sharply and stand to his feet, "I... I did not realize you didn't mean to marry that troll."

"And what does it matter!" I quip, turning to him with rage, "I married Aiden anyway-"

"Begrudgedly," he catches his breath, "after two years, to spite me-"

A loud crack sounds after I slap him across his face.

Daemon does not turn back to me, taking in the sting of my attack.

"You allowed your daughter to behold your twisted sentiments of me as you cried to my necklace," I whisper breathily as my pulse quickens. My eyes were so glazed with tears that by the time he turns to me, my face was wet with saltwater.

"You had a wife who gave you two children and died trying to birth the third."

He speaks my name and it nearly makes me wretch.

"You disgust me, Targaryen scum" I speak, stepping back, bringing my hands up to my mouth, "truly there is nothing on earth worse than you."

He speaks my name again and I swear I begin to feel bile rise up my throat.

"Did you even love her?"

"I did," he speaks too quickly, "but I never stopped loving you."

I cannot withhold the vomit that gushes up my mouth. I barely have the chance to turn away from him as I release all the food and drinks I had just moments ago. My hands fall to my knees as I feel the painful tinge of sourness escape even through my nostrils.

And though Daemon calls out to me again, he does not touch me.

I spit the bitterness in my mouth as I hear a separate voice seethe, "you should know better than anyone she does not like to be touched without consent.

I turn over, seeing Aemond with a withdrawn sword, "uncle."

Daemon clenches his jaw as he stares down his nephew, "it must then sting to know her husband gets to do so."

There is a thick silence that follows

"When did you get here, Aemond?" I whine as I stand, wiping my mouth on my sleeve.

"Apparently a moment too late," he says, eye not turning from his opponent.

I sigh, pushing his arm down, "enough."

Aemond quickly turns to me with a wide eye. He places a hand on my cheek, making me flinch away. He opens his mouth but I speak before he does, "can you walk me back to my chambers?"

Aemond sheathes his sword as I continue, "I do not think I can walk there myself."

"How could you when you've been drinking while you're with child?" Daemon blurts.

Aemond and I turn to him.

My stare lingers on Daemon longer as Aemond turns down to my belly.

The Targaryen scum lifts his head, "you did not know." He chuckles out a scoff, "what do you expect from a cunt who cannot take care of his-"

"I vomited because of my repulse of you," I spit with venom.

Daemon is unaffected, "Caraxes was restless when he saw you mid flight. My dragon's sense is never wrong, nor is mine."

"Enough of this," Aemond cuts in, "we shall go to the maesters at once-"

"We will not," I snap at Aemond, "do not trust the empty words of this old fool, Aemond."

"None of the words I've spoken to you were ever empty."

I roll my eyes and raise a hand to the younger prince, "let's go."

Aemond does not miss a beat and quickly comes to my side, accompanying me with an arm around me as we walk away.

That night, I told Aiden everything. He practically turned red with anger and he insisted we leave first thing tomorrow and simply check with a maester in our estate to test the validity of his words. And as much as I did want to leave, I felt disinclined to do so because of how badly I felt.

I told him I'd rather stay in King's Landing until I felt well enough to travel. Aiden agreed to do just that, and did not miss to tell me he was willing to whisk me away if I ever changed my mind.

"It took you long enough," Daemon spoke the moment we walked in the ward.

Aiden, who was holding my hand, tenses against me upon seeing the man.

Daemon smirks, raising a cup from the bed he was lying on, "calm down, boy, I'm here because of my hangover."

Aiden was about to burst into a fit, but the maester's arrival shut him up to my relief.

"My lord and lady," the maester greets, "I have the tea prepared for you-"

"Actually," I blurt, raising a hand, "I would like to test to see if I am with child."

The maester's face lights up. Daemon laughs from where he lay.

Aiden clenches his jaw at the sound while the maester asks, "I'll promptly get some barely seeds and-"

"Come to Caraxes instead to see for yourself," Daemon speaks.

The maester turns to the prince as he continues in High Valyrian, "it's a waste of time to piss on barley."

Aiden, though he was the only one in the room that did not speak the language, retorts stiffly as if in response to it, "we do not need your recommendations, oh prince."

"If I may," the maester speaks, "dragons have been known to sense the pregnancies of their riders or their wives."

Aiden begins to laugh, "but she's not his wife," he places his arm around my shoulder, "and I would not risk her getting injured by a dragon that does not understand boundaries."

I turn to Aiden just as the maester says he will prepare the seeds for us.

It took three days for it to be conclusive, but yes, I was indeed pregnant. And like I told the young prince Aemond, he was the first person I was going to tell, even before Aiden, since he was sent to do war duties in the north. I told him not to go, since he would be joining a pathetic cause that could have been avoided had his house's unfortunate ally kept his dick in his pants. Still, duty was duty and Aiden had to answer to the call.

I was making my way to the dragon pit, as I was told the prince was there with his dragon. The moment I reach the area though, it is clear to me the servants mistook the prince I was looking for with his scumbag uncle.

Caraxes screeches at the sight of me, pushing past his master who was taken aback by his sudden actions.

For some reason, I felt no fear, no anxiousness, as the dragon strode over as he whined. I instinctively raise my hands to him and await contact. I close my eyes when I feel his warm snout against my palms. Caraxes pushes closer, and in all his strength, I find myself toppling backward. Yet I do not land on the ground, instead I land into a firm body.

"Caraxes, pull back!" Daemon commands, instantly making his dragon do just as he asked. I realize I have my arms locked in Daemon's when I turn over my shoulder as watch him continue in High Valyrian, "calm yourself."

Once Caraxes is a few feet away, whining in protest though he obeys his rider, Daemon finally turns down to me, hands coming up to my sides as he gently nudges me to my feet.

I push him off the same way he put me on my feet. I look at him for a moment and Caraxes huffs warmly. The wisps of the prince' silver hair fall back into place after the gust of dragon breath.

"I will not apologize for preventing you from falling," Daemon says.

"I was not expecting an apology from a Targaryen scum."

Before Daemon could retort, Caraxes does his clicking noise and reaches back to me, huffing again as he rested his head near me.

I rip my gaze away from the Targaryen scum and sigh as his giant pet pushes nearer, giving me no choice but to touch him. Caraxes rumbles in appreciation.

For some reason, the dragon's sentiments and bellows elicits an emotion that draws tears to my eyes. There was a certain air in the room; it was thick and heavy. It was as though I could see the longing stringing over to me and it crushes my heart.

"I've missed you too, sweet dragon." I mutter in the dragon's language.

Just as I place my hand on the side of his face, Daemon does too and my eyes quickly dart over to him.

It took one look for me to remember how he and Caraxes where tightly bonded. I turn and pull away from the dragon. Without another word, I head out the pit.

The two are in sync in their cries of protest.

As Caraxes whines, Daemon calls out, "wait!"

I do no such thing.

"You came here to see how Caraxes knows you're with child, correct?"

I do not respond to him, but I do turn over my shoulder when I hear the sound of an unsheathing sword. I don't even have the time to react to Daemon charging towards me with a blade in hand.

Before he could come anywhere near me though, he was roughly thrown to the other side of the room by Caraxes' hard head. The dragon did not even weaken his attack, apparent by how quickly Daemon shoots across. He crashes against the wall with a loud crack, his sword nearly hitting him on the face, and before I could realize what I was doing, I was already beside him.

His head, as I feared, landed roughly against the stone wall, blood was now gushing down his temple.

"You fucking idiot!" I growl dropping to my knees. I grab him by the arms and roll him on his back, making him grunt. I whine at the sight of his dirty face, "this proves nothing but the fact your mount is as psychotic as you are."

Daemon looks up to with pained, glassy eyes, yet his lips faintly curve upward, "this proves," he grabs my hand that was hovering by his chest, "everything."

I rip away from him and turn over to Caraxes, "what's the point in protecting someone who is not even carrying his rider's unborn child?!"

"I matters because I would die for you," Daemon mutters, making me turn to him and stand, "Caraxes is an extension of my will."

I shake my head, laughing out pathetically.

"Dracarys."

Daemon's face falls.

I turn to Caraxes, "Dracarys, you mother fucker!"

Caraxes whines and shakes his head.

"Dracarys, dracarys-" "What the fuck are you doing!?" he quips angrily, suddenly standing beside me, gripping me by my arms.

I wrangle out of his grip and heave, tears forming in my eyes as I take in his perturbed expression.

"Are you mocking the way my wife died?"

I turn to him with a look of horror.

He scoffs, "your beloved prince did not mention that she perished by Vhagar's flames? Only how he bravely stole what would have been my daughter's dragon."

I place a hand on my lips, gagging at the thought.

Daemon releases a dry chuckle, "you have a gift for choosing the best men to piss me off."

"You fucking pig!" I yell, seething in rage, "you cannot chose to protect me and spit on my bones." I turn and point an accusing finger at Caraxes, "you truly are master and servant, since you are lukewarm," I begin to rant in High Valyrian, "you shield me from attacks and yet you will not listen to my words!"

"What?!" Daemon demands, stepping forward, "what insult have you left at the back of your throat that I have not yet listened to?"

I rip out a scream when I turn back to him, "I WISHED IT WAS YOU, DAEMON!"

Caraxes roars.

Daemon is frozen as I march over to him. I grab him by the collar, "I despise myself for falling into his arms, wondering how different it would have been if it were you."

Daemon's bloody head begins to wobble as I shake him in frustration while I continue my rant, "I look into his eyes while wondering if you ever looked at her the same way."

When Daemon moves to touch me, I shove him away.

He calls my name, and it is echoed across the other side of the room. I turn and see Aemond rushing over to me.

All at once, the young prince is by my side, glaring at his uncle, "what is the meaning of this?"

Aemond places a hand on his hilt, but is halted by the sound of Caraxes screeches. In lieu of actions, he instead insults, "you must have banged your overinflated head so hard you've forgotten you have no place with her."

"You overestimate yourself, boy," Daemon mutters, bloody face making his dark expression even grimmer, "you are already one eye short, and yet you think you could take me?"

"That's enough!" I erupt, going in between them. I give Daemon one last look before turning to Aemond, "I was looking for you anyway."

Aemond's eye darts to me, brows barely knitting.

"I am with child," I mutter, forcing a smile on my face.

His face is stoic.

I sigh in defeat, "I promised I would tell you first once I knew."

"Mm," he mutters, "though the news is against me, I am happy to know you have not forgotten your words."

Daemon scoffs where I chuckle.

"May I request you accompany back to my chambers, my prince?" I raise a hand to Aemond.

"It would be my absolute delight," Aemond says, not even looking at me when he says this, as his violet eye is fixed on his uncle's.

He takes my hand and leads me off, pulling me close to him.

"Did he hurt you?" he inquires in full concern.

I grunt, "don't worry, it was I that hurt him."

"I heard you were having morning sickness."

I tear my tired eyes open and see Daemon's worried and wounded face, caressed by the early light of dawn.

I turn away from him, scoffing, thinking of how much audacity he possessed by coming to me the very next day after our argument. I lean back on the bench I was sat on, "I am not in the mood to attack you this morning."

"Good," he says, voice louder, since he was nearer, "here."

I smell something herbal and find that he was holding a cup of what I suppose was tea in front of me.

I dart my eyes from the object in his hand to his face, "you would blatantly try to kill me?"

He does not move nor does he reply.

A gust of cool wind circles around the garden.

"Laena found comfort in drinking this in times her babe was upsetting her stomach," he speaks plainly.

I stare at him for a long while. He does just the same.

The raises the cup a bit higher, "my arm will never tire for you."

I watch him as he shifts on his leg.

I turn back to the tea in his hand, taking it despite myself with an apparent reluctance. I wonder if I should throw it to the ground.

"Might I accompany you?" Daemon asks.

I dumbly look at him.

"If you will only be more upset by my presence, I will leave," he says, linking his hands together in front of him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I mutter in High Valyrian.

He takes a moment to respond. He turns away, the injury on his head more apparent now at this angle.

"I was happy with her," he stares at the distance before turning back, "as much as I could be." He releases a dragged out sigh, "but she was not you."

I unintentionally spill the hot drink on my hand and whine in turn. Daemon moves to get the tea back from me but I put the cup away from him.

I look up at Daemon, annoyed by his solemn expression, annoyed that my eyes were watering, "did you love her?"

He was closer now, since he tried to take his cup back, so he made it a point to step back and turn to the floor. He whispers in his mother tongue, "I do not know what fire burns in my heart for me to say."

I scoff, "greed possibly," I add as a tear runs down my face, "lust, and spite."

Daemon is quiet.

I turn to the tea in my hand, finding myself replaying the sentiment he had over it. I pictured how he would wake early mornings like this, how walk to his wife with hot tea in his hand in an attempt to soothe her pregnancy pains, and yet he convince himself that he did not love her.

I feel tears burn in my eyes, "you're a fucking fool."

He does not respond as I take as sip of the tea he gave me. It is a bit too hot for me to fully be able to drink, but the taste of it was soothing and somehow sweet.

I close my eyes as I pull the cup away from my lips, "I love him."

When he still does not respond, I wonder if he walked away. I open my watery lids and gasp when I see him wipe his face and mutter, "I know."

I turn to my skirt and shake my head, "I don't think I will ever stop loving him," my eyes dart to the tea in my hand and feel a lump form in my throat, "regrettably," I sniffle, "it is similar to how I don't think I will ever stop loving you."

I turn back to Daemon, taking in the distraught expression across his face. I motion to my side and mumble in High Valyrian, "sit with me, will you?"

He does just that.

We speak not a single word as we watch the sun rise.

"My lady," Abigail mutters as she walks over to me, "he has sent broth for you again."

I look over to my handmaiden as she places the hot bowl on the table not too far from my vanity.

She whines as she places her hands on her hips, "you should have come home during that dinner like you wanted, now we're both stuck here."

I sigh, placing a hand on my slightly protruded belly, "Abigail, I could not take back my promise to Helaena."

"She would have understood!" Abigail whines, "just how Lord Aiden will understand if you leave King's Landing!"

"Abigail, we've been going through this for 4 months," I mutter, walking over to her, sitting down at the table, "Aiden is uneasy by the thought of me staying at home by myself."

"But you would not be by yourself!" she cries, "you would have me, William, and the rest of the-"

"Abigail," I call, "you were unprepared for me when I vomited because of your food."

She clenches her jaw, "I did not-"

"I know you did not know," I turn to her, "and yet had it just been us-"

"We have our own maesters!" she calls.

"Maester," I correct, "there are pl-"

"But he could be poisoning you, my lady!" she quips.

"I would have been dead by now if that was Daemon's true intentions," I mutter, taking a sip of the well seasoned dish I had grown accustomed to having every morning.

Abigail looks at the food on the table, feeling guilt rise up when she remembers how she made a similar dish unknowingly with poisonous herbs. She clenches her jaw, "you told me if he was poisoning you, you wanted him to see you die."

"He's not poisoning me, Abigail."

"Perhaps not with the food, but with his words!"

I glare at Abigail and she stares down at me, "you have allowed him, countless of times, to converse with you."

I turn away from her.

"You now laugh with him like you once did."

I put my spoon down.

"It is not right!" she cries out, "it's bad enough that you insistently spar with Aemond, though you are with child, but you now even allow Daemon to approach you in the gardens while you read."

"That's enou-"

"The servants are talking!"

I stand from my seat, "and what would you have me do?!" I quip, "mull around like a madwoman, waiting for my husband who continuously gets dragged into the extended battle those stupid fucks could not possibly admit was for naught? If it were up to me, I'd slap all of them across the face and bring Aiden home with me now, but what say do I have in the business of men?"

Abigail whines over her breath, "but my lady! They are saying you are carrying a Targaryen!" Her eyes begin to glass, "I cannot bear the impertinence!"

"They will be disappointed by the child's dark hair," I mutter, sitting back down.

Abigail decides to keep her silence as I finish my meal, and for that I am grateful.

After finishing, I head to the training grounds where Aemond was training bright and early as always. He looked like a true warrior now. Not only did he finally tower over me, but his constant training made his slim figure well-built.

He was brutalizing a wooden target when he saw me walk over to him with Abigail by my heels. The moment his violet eye sees me, he halts what he is doing and nods in regard, "my lady."

"My prince," I nod back, heading to the array of weapons.

Aemond catches Abigail's wide eyes as she shakes her head furiously and presses her palms together, begging the prince to intervene. Though, he did not need it to say the next words he did, "I do not think it is wise for you to train with me today."

I grab a sword and point it to him, "you said that yesterday."

"You did not even change out of your dress," Aemond motions making me raise my brows.

"You think it will hurt any less if I hit you while wearing this?" I twirl the blade in my hand and chuckle, "though certainly, it will hurt more for your ego after you lose."

Abigail whines as I lunge at Aemond. He blocks my advance swiftly and makes it a point to distance himself as much as he could.

I chuckle as he points his sword, only to bring it down his side, "as much as I enjoy our sparring sessions the most, I can see your belly now, and I do not think it-"

I charge at him again, swinging my sword quicker. I am disappointed that he pulls back and does not even attempt to retaliate, working only to block off my charges.

Abigail could nearly faint as our metal weapons clash and ring loudly. It doesn't take much for me to twist Aemond's weapon out of his hand and press my sword against his chest.

He heaves, raising his hands in defeat, looking down at me.

I shake my head and click my tongue in disappointment, "you didn't even put up a fight."

"I have no intention to hurt you."

I roll my eyes and pull my sword off his chest. I then tap his shoulder with the flat side of the blade, "how could you when your form is terrible."

Aemond is taken aback as I draw away from to grab his sword from the ground.

"My form is not ter-"

"Whoever told you that is a liar," I retort, handing him back his sword.

Aemond takes the sword and I motion at him to show me his stance. The young prince hums as he does a demonstration. I allow him room to move, and he then jabs at the air. I groan at the sight of him, and his eye falls on me with a sheepish expression.

I lower his elbows with my sword and smack his calf, "too much elbow, not enough leg."

He adjusts accordingly, looking at me in expectation.

After doing so, I nod in agreement and scratch our blades together, readying into a stance myself, "good, now you can hurt me."

"My lady," Abigail cuts in, frantic.

"I still do not wish to-" Aemond begins again.

"Oh, please," I roll my eyes, "you've just learned to-"

"MY LADY!" Abigail screams, forcing both Aemond and I to turn to him.

Abigail was standing next to a page boy who promptly bowed at us before leaving. Abigail was crying in distress as she gripped her hands tightly.

"Abigail," I speak in bewilderment, "it's not that-"

"It's your lord husband," she mutters, lips quivering.

Catching my full attention now, I pull away from Aemond and put the sword back where I got it, "what of Aiden?"

She takes my hands without warning once I am before her, and as much as I tense, I do not pull away.

"A letter and a message came," she says, placing a piece of paper in my hand.

I turn to the paper and raise my brows, "a letter and a message?"

"My lady," she grips my arms tightly, "Lord Greystoke's body has been sent to his family's estate."

I tilt my head and scowl, "Lord Greystoke's body has been-" I raise a hand, "why would his body- I'm confused."

Before I could even speak another word, Aemond is beside me, asking me if he can my hand and lead me back to my chambers.

I brush him off and give Abigail a look, "what do you mean, Abigail? Why would he be brought back to his family's estate? And his body?" my tone raises in confusion. I chuckle, "why? Is his soul separate? Did it leave him?"

Abigail and Aemond are dead silent when I speak these words. I didn't even realize what I just said up until I saw their expression.

I give Abigail an annoyed look, "are you saying my husband is dead?"

Abigail chokes on her tears as she reaches out for me.

I rip away from her and shake my head, "Abigail, think. How could he send me a letter if he's dead?"

Aemond mutters my name softly as I rip the said letter open.

Tears block my line of sight as I attempt to read the contents of the letter. I scoff, "see! It says he will return to me in two days time!"

Abigail whines my name out in sorrow. I shake my head at her grief and grab her arm, "Abigail, the letter says he will-"

"But the page boy had a message from the fleet!" she cries, grabbing my arms in her hands, "Lord Greystoke was gravely injured and succumbed to his wounds during late hours," she repeats the words, taking the paper in my hand, "he wrote this before he-"

"Where's Daemon?" I blurt frantically.

Aemond's eye twitches upon hearing that.

Abigail sighs, "my lady! You-"

I do not wait for her to finish as I storm off.

Aemond did not have the heart to follow after, that was until he heard the clanking of swords. His eye widens as he watches me storm away with two blades in my hands.

Aemond screams my name, but before he could even come near me, I spin and seal his neck between my swords, "stay away from me if you know what's good for you."

Aemond is frozen in place as I continue marching off. Abigail is hot on my trail but makes no attempt to stop me, save for whining my name in protest.

The next thing I know, I'm kicking Daemon's chamber door down and screaming, "YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM DIDN'T YOU?"

I walk over to his bed and point my blade there, only to find it empty.

Alas, Daemon walks out from his bathroom in nothing but his trousers, hair still damp in line with the glistening of his chest.

I charge at him with raised weapons and they quiver in my anger, "ANSWER ME!" I command as I go before him, "answer to your crimes or answer to my blades."

Daemon looks down at me when I press the words to his neck. He barely moves at my actions, "it's somehow unfortunate for you to learn I have done no crimes as of late," he purses his lips, "save perhaps lusting over someone else's wife."

"I HAVE NO TIME FOR YOUR SHIT, DAEMON," I screech, pressing closer, "especially not when it's about my husband."

"So it is that troll that you think I killed?"

I press the blade close enough that it actually pricks his skin and blood gushes out. Abigail, who was witnessing the entire thing, screams out my name in protest.

Daemon is unfazed by the pain and instead raises his hands to touch me.

"Do not lay a fucking hand on me," I warn.

Instead he raises his hands as his blood trickles down to my hand.

"If you truly think I would break your trust again," he mutters, "kill me."

My lips quiver at his words.

Daemon clenches his jaw, "you know I have done nothing but chase your shadow as of late."

I nostrils flare when his eyes begin to water.

"Fucking do it," he quips.

I rip my sword away from him and throw them behind me. I pin my hands on his cut neck and seethe, "Targaryen scum!"

Abigail runs towards me and pulls me away, "that's enough!"

She manages to pull me away from Daemon but I leave an imprint of my hands on his skin with his blood. I wrangle out of Abigail's grip and the moment I'm free storm out. Abigail calls my name out in horror, and effectively halts me when she adds, "you're bleeding!"

I scoff, turning over to her and consequently Daemon, "it's not mine it's-"

"You're bleeding from under your skirt," Daemon mutters, walking over to me slowly.

I turn to the floor, eyes widening at the sight of blood by my feet. I slap a hand to my lips, holding back a gag. I rip my skirt up and see a trail of blood down my leg. Suddenly, I feel faint.

The next thing I know, Daemon's face is too close to mine.

I wake up with light in my eyes.

It's quiet and the air is cold.

I must be dead.

I try to move, but I freeze when I hear a voice.

"How are you feeling?"

I lift my head, finally realizing I was lying down in the ward. I see Daemon's heavy eyes from the end of the bed. The window behind him showed a picture of the early morning sky. I shift and notice Abigail lying asleep on my side, sat on a chair by the right of my bed.

I turn back to Daemon, who was in a dress shirt. I catch the cut on his neck and suddenly remember my rampage. I close my eyes, regretting the aggression I put out on him with no basis but instinctive anger, "I apologize."

"I did not ask for an apology, my dear ruby."

The sound of the pet name makes me lips quiver.

He asks again, "how are you feeling?"

"Like shit," I rebut, opening my eyes. Daemon is visibly concerned, "shall I call for the maesters?"

I shake my head, "I... I feel bad for attacking you."

"There must be hope for me after all," he states.

"How long have I been here?"

Deamon shifts from his chair, "all day."

I turn to Abigail, "how long has she been here?"

"All day."

"And you?" I turn back to him.

"All day," he mutters, standing, walking up to my side. His eyes are tired as he extends his hand out to me, "can I hold your hand?"

I turn to his calloused palm and find myself unable to disagree. I give him my hand and he presses it in between his. He is warm against me. I am overcome with tears.

"You're warmer now," he says, "you were cold to the touch when I carried you here."

I watch him as he kneels down beside me. He rubs my skin with his thumb before a hand travels up to my face. He is cautious with his actions, but he finds more confidence in wiping my tears when I lean into his touch.

"Don't cry," he hushes, "your baby is still with you."

I release a panicked gasp, hand darting to my stomach. A thousand different emotions flood me and I am left unable to withhold my sobs.

"The maesters advised that you no longer partake in strenuous activity nor you should engage in stressful matters."

I scoff, slightly choking on my tears, "my husband is dead, Daemon."

He does not respond, as he brings his hand on my face back atop my hand.

"I..." Daemon mumbles then pauses for a long while, "could not be with you the last time you stayed here," he tightens his grip on my hand, "so, do not chose to send me away in favor of my nephew."

I knit my brows at his expression, "where is Aemond?"

He closes his eyes, "he took it upon himself to coordinate the burial of your husband," he chuckles airily, "quite helpful yet grotesque."

A moment passes before I decide to reply, "thank you for being here."

He lifts his gaze to me

"You should go to bed," I add, pulling my hand away.

He refuses, unwilling to release me.

"Daemon," I mutter, "go to bed," I squeeze his hand back, "and if you choose to return to me, I will allow you."

He stills at my words.

"Do not abandon me twice," I mutter in High Valyrian, "I will not bare it."

He shakes his head and answers in the same language, "never," he speaks clearly, "you will have me till my very end."

I place a hand on my swollen belly as I watch Aemond spar with a wooden dummy for what may well be the thousandth time.

"Your elbows, my love," I click my tongue, "might as well hold that sword with your elbows, since you use it so much."

"Mm," Aemond hums, turning to me with a soft smile as he pulls away from his target, "I hope our sweet Targayren prince does not inherit both his mother's and his father's sharp mouth."

I roll my eyes, shaking my head, "you are not certain if I am carrying a prince."

"What did my uncle tell you once?" Aemond says, pulling away from his target, walking over to me, "dragon's intuition?"

I scoff out a chuckle as his smile deepens, "may I?" he hovers his hand over my belly.

My words are held back by the sound of a sheathing sword, "keep your hands off my wife."

Aemond is pushed back by a Dark Sister faintly grazing his neck.

"Daemon," I scold

The said man turns over to me and speaks in High Valyrian, "the fucking gremlin is pushing farther everyday."

I raise my brows at him, "you do know he can understand you, right?"

"Tis not him I am concealing my words from," he mutters softly, turning back to Aemond.

"Mother! Father said a bad word," a small voice cries tugging my skirt from the side. I turn over to my small daughter and push away the brown hair covering her face.

Daemon lowers Dark Sister and narrows his eyes at the girl, "and how would you know if I said a bad word, girl, unless you've said it?"

Her blue eyes turn to Daemon. She places her tiny hands on her waist, raising her dark brows, "I know it's a bad word because you said it."

Daemon is dumbfounded by her reasoning.

I hold back a chuckle though I warningly call out the girl's name, "Ada."

She looks up at me innocently, "yes?"

Aemond snorts and claps, "my beloved young Lady Rubin," he bows at her, "always a pleasure."

My daughter turns to Aemond and does an exaggerated curtsy, gathering her skirts in her hands.

Daemon rolls his eyes, "shouldn't you be with your brother, little ruby?"

Ada turns to Daemon and then jumps at him, grabbing his legs, "Abigail told me not to disturb Aerynar as he sleeps, so," she beams up at the man, "I followed you when you left."

Daemon hums thoughtfully, "I see," he bends down and picks up the girl, "you were planning to do something naughty, weren't you?"

Ada shakes her head, placing her hands on Daemon's face, "I only wanted to ask if Baela and Rhaena come visit later."

"I could not say, my love," Daemon replies.

"Well, if I can't fix my sisters' hair, and mother says her head hurts because of the baby inside her belly, and I mustn't disturb her," she shakes her head, raising a finger.

"You must indeed not," Daemon nods.

"Then, can I fix your hair, father."

Aemond presses his lips tightly, holding back a laugh.

"Oh my dear, your father would love to have you fix his pretty hair," I smile, walking over to them, "isn't that right, Daemon?"

Daemon does not get to reply as Ada squeals in excitement and chokes him into a tight hug.

Aemond finally breaks into laughter from behind and decides to go back to his training, "though a warm sight, I do hold true to my threat of castrating you if you get Lady Rubin pregnant again."

Daemon strains his neck to turn to Aemond then barks in High Valyrian, "you fucking piece of shit cunt-"

Ada screams, pulling away from her embrace and smacks Daemon's face, "PRINCE DAEMON TARGARYEN!"

Daemon turns to the child and purses his lips, "... Lady Ada Rubin."

She crosses her arms and turns to me, "mother, father has to wash his mouth again."

I sigh, "he does, doesn't he."

Daemon is smacked again when he sighs out a fuck.

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[harringtonshoe]

steve harrington x f!reader. semi-longer fic [5k words]. best friends to lovers. lots of pining & angst. set post season 1–3. no smut since this is my first fic back on tumblr & i wanted to go easy on myself, so no content warnings. based off of aiden bissett's song "twenty-something"

The closeness should’ve bothered you, should’ve made you question if there was something else undergoing, with the way you were both pressed completely against one another, the way Steve’s knee was slumped against yours, but you didn’t think twice about it. This was normal, natural for the two of you.

Because you and Steve were best friends. Just that. Until you weren’t.

you know i really love that we can talk this way, i wanna say too much but it's too soon to say

The water was chilled and curved against your ankles from where you sat, right on the edge of the pool. With the scorching Indiana sun setting on the horizon, it was finally comfortable enough to sit outside without feeling the burn of the sun, the sweat that would drip down the sides of your face, and the constant need to sip on something cool. The backs of your thighs burned from the heat that still lingered on the concrete, and you reached down to splash some water onto the area surrounding you. 

You watched the sky mix purple and orange as you slid the strap of your tank-top back up onto your shoulder, the crickets beginning to chirp in the woods that surrounded the backyard of Steve’s house. A lightning bug blinked bright neon in front of you, before it disappeared somewhere into the trees. You sighed in satisfaction, it was the perfect ending to another perfect summer day. You let your hair fall out of its scrunchie, the air finally cooling down enough for it not to stick to the back of your neck, and you turned your head at the sound of footsteps padding on the pavement. 

“We ran out of grape,” Steve said, still shirtless and a little bit darker from the day’s activities. He was holding two cans of orange soda as he found the spot next to you. 

“Thanks,” you said, taking it gratefully, and the pair of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. You spent most of your summer days hanging out at Steve’s—with his parents always away on business trips, and yours always working long shifts, there were no adults around to tell either of you that you couldn’t. 

You weren’t sure either set of parents would ever say no to that, though. Not with the way you and Steve had been best friends since kindergarten—since Steve had saved you from a boy pushing you off the swings. He’d offered you a hand, helped you brush off your clothes, and suggested you sit with him at lunch that day. You’d been inseparable ever since. Your parents loved him, and his loved you. You doubted they’d ever disapprove of you two hanging out. 

You kicked your foot in the water, causing it to ripple, and Steve nudged your shoulder. The closeness should’ve bothered you, should’ve made you question if there was something else undergoing, with the way you were both pressed completely against one another, the way Steve’s knee was slumped against yours, but you didn’t think twice about it. This was normal, natural for the two of you. 

Dustin could tease all he wanted—but he just didn’t get it. You and Steve were best friends. Just that.  “Can’t believe we have to go back to school tomorrow.” 

You did not refrain from groaning, and Steve’s face lit up with a knowing smile that had your heart pounding, like he’d predicted you’d react like that. “Don’t remind me,” you told him. 

“It won’t be that bad.” 

You grunted, and Steve huffed out a laugh at your reaction. “Speak for yourself, King Steve.”

There was no bite behind your words, and the both of you knew it. Despite having been friends for so long, Steve had risen on the popularity charts, while you had preferred to stay in the shadows. You were not a school fan, and you never had been. 

Especially since summer never seemed to last long enough. You’d spent countless days at the pool, countless days getting a little burnt, a little tanned, countless days driving around the small town of Hawkins, sitting in the passenger seat of Steve’s BMW, windows down and music blaring as you both ate your melting ice cream, and countless days that turned into nights that you’d spend falling asleep in Steve’s bed, or on his couch after watching a long movie. 

It was hard to believe it was already over. Another summer older, and another summer you’d never be able to relive. It made you sad in a million different ways. 

You and Steve were seniors that year, and though the thought should’ve been exciting, you really just wanted it to be over. Steve enjoyed school, enjoyed seeing all of his friends that the two of you didn’t necessarily share, but you were content with lounging at home all day with just him. 

School years brought on drama, and you’d had enough excitement for the rest of your life. Fighting monsters in the Byers’ house, saving Will, discovering a girl with powers, and finding out that your small town wasn’t as safe as you originally thought had been enough. You did not need the additional petty high school crap you were sure would occur once you went back. 

Steve grinned at you, boyish and teasing, and it had your heart hammering in your chest for a reason you couldn’t seem to explain. He reached around you to ruffle your hair, and you shoved him off, temporary insanity you’d felt for him seconds prior disappearing as you slapped at his arm. 

“It’ll be a good year,” he assured, and you huffed. “C’mon, it’s our last year together.” 

You gave him a teasing smirk. “And then I’m free from you forever.” 

Steve gasped in faux offense, and dropped his can of soda onto the concrete, and before you knew it, your entire body and head had been plunged right under water. 

You came up laughing, swatting water at him when you’d finally blinked the chlorine and droplets from your eyes, and realized that Steve was laughing too. “Douche,” you accused, and all he did was spray water back at you. 

“You know you love me,” he said, sounding so sure of himself, but if you’d been looking at him, you would’ve seen the almost hesitant set in his gaze. 

“In your dreams, Harrington.”

When you braced your arms on the outside of the pool, rather than just using the stairs, you didn’t notice the way Steve’s eyes became half-lidded, watching you push yourself up from under his lashes. You didn’t notice the way his gaze dropped to the curve of your ass, the way your soaking wet shorts seemed to stick to your skin in just the right ways, just the perfect places, and you definitely didn’t notice the way he swallowed roughly, and how he suddenly couldn’t seem to breathe. 

i only like you when you look at me, i only like you when you blink and breathe

“Steve, give it back!” Nancy’s hushed voice demanded, and she wiggled around in her seat, attempting to retrieve the notebook Steve had stolen from her just a moment ago. From where you sat across the table from them, you could feel your annoyance growing. 

You knew Steve and Nancy had been on talking terms again, but seeing them together in front of you had something bubbling up in your chest, and you just couldn’t seem to shake it. Maybe it was because you saw the way Nancy looked at Johnathan when you guys had movie nights and you knew Steve didn’t deserve that, maybe it was because your best friend wasn’t just yours anymore and you didn’t like sharing, or maybe it was because you couldn’t stop the stammering of your heart whenever Steve smiled at you, the way your nerves started to tingle whenever he would pinch your sides, or tug on your hair. 

“You should take a break. Distract yourself,” Steve told her, confidently, and Nancy’s expression grew dubious as he leaned in to kiss her. When they pulled apart, you were hoping your cheeks weren’t flaming. What the hell was wrong with you? “Seriously! You’ll get burnt out.” 

“I cannot fail this test, Steve,” Nancy stated, finally getting the notebook within her grasp as Steve forfeited, kissing her again. “I don’t have time for breaks.” 

You didn’t look up as you continued to doodle on your half-completed math homework, but you could feel Steve’s eyes at your sudden silence. He said your name in a quiet murmur, and you raised a brow. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you said, suddenly nervous. You hadn’t realized your hands were sweating until you started to pack up your stuff, despite Steve’s protest, and the furrow of Nancy’s brows. “I need a calculator for the second half of this. I left mine at home, so,” you shrugged, slugging your bag over your shoulder. “I’m just gonna finish this at my house.”

“You can do it later,” Steve tried, peering at you, his lips pulling into a frown. “You don’t have to leave right-”

“I’m knee deep in homework right now, Steve,” you told him, more sharply than you’d intended, but you didn’t apologize, not even when he’d taken a step back. You’d been so caught up in trying to even out your breathing that you hadn’t noticed Steve climbed to his feet to get you to stay, but when you briefly waved goodbye, he didn’t follow. 

He’d stayed right there, watching your retreating figure as you neared the library door, and the only person who noticed his dejected posture was Nancy. Steve made no moves to follow you.

And you didn’t know if you were grateful for it or not. 

***

Halloween was your favorite holiday—and it’s why it was so easy for him to convince you to go to a party, despite your usual disliking for them. 

And unfortunately, Steve was impossible to stay annoyed at, though you had no idea why you’d been upset with him at all in the first place. It was why you ended up searching for a costume in your closet last minute after he’d called. 

You found yourself in the passenger seat of his car, windows up as the cool October air made it too brisk to have them down. Steve was wearing all black, his sunglasses pushed up onto his head as he drove, pulling back his hair. You adjusted the faux leather miniskirt you’d stolen from one of your friends, the material thin beneath your fingertips as you tugged it further down your legs, attempting to stop it from riding up while you nodded your head absentmindedly to the beat of the song that was on.

“Do you mind if I pick up Nancy?” Steve asked, breaking the silence, and suddenly you couldn’t hear the music over the rush that took over your senses. 

Of course he’d be picking up Nancy. They were back together. You were just his best friend. That was enough, wasn’t it? It always had been before. 

You turned to meet his gaze. “No. Why would I mind?”

“Dunno,” Steve gnawed at his bottom lip, shrugging, and you had to forcefully tear your attention away from him. “You got weird the other day. In the library.”

“Just not a fan of watching my best friend French someone in front of me when I’m trying to do my homework,” you said, simply, and seemingly uninterested as if the thought of Steve with Nancy didn’t make you physically ill. “If I wanted to see it, I’d pick up a porn magazine.” 

Steve stared blankly over at you. “You’re hilarious. You know that?”

You smiled innocently back at him in response. 

Steve had to park down the road by the time you reached the house the party was at. He opened the door for Nancy, then for you, and you lagged behind as the pair of them interlocked fingers, walking up the driveway to the house. 

You hoped you didn’t look as dejected as you felt, especially when you entered through the front door, stepping into exactly what you were expecting: the smell of sweat from the group of tipsy teenagers that were dancing in the far corner, lingering cologne, alcohol, and most of all, the music that seemed to shake the windows from how loud it was. 

Steve was greeted with a chorus of cheers, of course, and you pushed your way through the crowd to find the drinks. 

There was no way you were getting through this night sober—not with the way Billy Hargrove stepped up to Steve, declaring his dominance that had you rolling your eyes, not with the way Steve kept pressing messy kisses to Nancy’s cheek (but you glanced away every time, narrowly missing his gaze—almost as if he were checking to see if you were looking) and not with the way your heart was in your stomach. 

“Hey,” a voice said somewhere from behind you, and you turned, slowly, to see a boy you vaguely recognized from the basketball team. It wasn’t hard, actually, to realize who he was, especially with his varsity jacket thrown over a plain black tee. Eric Pederick—a grade younger, and he usually could’ve been found sitting with Steve’s former friends, Tommy H and Carol. 

“Hi,” you greeted back, then gestured to his appearance. “Creative outfit.” 

He laughed, and you did, too. You don’t know how long the two of you stayed there talking, but you knew when you saw Steve following Nancy to the bathroom that you couldn’t stand there anymore. You downed your drink, and turned to your new friend. 

“Want to get out of here?” You prompted, and the boy looked all too excited. 

This wasn’t you. Parties weren’t you—drunken hook-ups weren’t you, but he led you to a secluded corner of the house, and all of your thoughts faded when your back hit the wall, and his mouth found yours. 

Unfortunately, the kiss did not deter your thoughts of Steve, and the gut-wrenching feeling you had when you spotted him trailing behind Nancy was still there, but it was a distraction, even if it wasn’t a strong one. 

His hands slipped under your shirt, but you pulled back at the sound of commotion near the front. You recognized that voice, and as you peered around Eric, your face twisted in confusion. 

Johnathan Byers’ arm around Nancy as he led her out the door, a rather large punch stain tarnished on the front of her shirt, and Steve standing hopelessly in the middle of the room. 

“What are you doing?” Eric asked, drawing you back to him, but you were suddenly no longer interested. “It’s just Harrington and his slut girlfriend. Harrington’s so desperate for the attention his parents don’t-”

“Fuck you,” your voice had lowered into a sneer, and Eric blinked in surprise. You were used to this—you were Steve’s quiet best friend, the one who never raised her hand in class, and the one who was always conveniently sick when there was a presentation. But you drew the line at Steve—you always did. Because nobody got to talk about your best friend like that. 

You left Eric standing there speechless as you brushed past him to meet Steve, who had discarded his glasses somewhere in the house as he ran a hand through his tossed hair. 

“Steve,” you pulled at his sleeve, and when he didn’t answer, you said it again, tone growing slightly more concerned. Finally, he looked at you. “You okay?”

“I think Nancy just broke up with me.” 

You felt your brows raise—and you desperately wanted to feel bad for him, you should’ve felt horrible, and you did, but you just couldn’t shake the little bit of hope that sparked in your chest, no matter how hard you tried to push it down. “What?” You whispered, because people were starting to stare. “Why?”

Steve shrugged, nonchalant, but you knew, you could see the waver in his expression. “Said I was bullshit. That we were bullshit—and it was bullshit that I was pretending to be in love with her.”

Your breath hitched, and you hoped your voice didn’t come out shaking. “Were you?” You asked.

Steve couldn’t meet your gaze. “Was I what?”

“Pretending?”

Briefly, he looked away from the party, and turned to you. There was a brief pause of silence before he answered you, but the air had suddenly turned so thick that you struggled to breathe it in. Steve lifted his shoulder up into a shrug. “I dunno.” 

And that was that. You didn't know what you were expecting him to say, but the disappointment that flooded in your chest immediately after his words was incredibly hard to ignore. The two of you said your goodbyes, Steve carried your bag out of the front door, you climbed into his car, and the drive was filled with Steve’s rambles, about Billy, how weird George Cox’s costume was, and how awful the punch was. 

He didn’t mention Nancy, and you didn’t either. This was normal for Steve—to pretend he didn’t care when he was hurt, so you didn’t push it, and even though the two of you shared more laughs on the way home, you genuinely couldn’t shake how your chest felt.

You couldn’t like Steve, could you?

oh, but every time you look at me, i wanna tell you all the way i feel

Christmas wasn’t normal that year, not after the recent events that had you and Steve scrambling underneath dark tunnels, saving Will Byers again, and fighting faceless demon-dogs that Dustin had claimed as a new species and shoved in Joyce’s fridge, much to your disgust. 

It wasn’t normal, but you tried to make it be. The first time something like this had happened, you all assumed it was over. But then it happened again, and suddenly you and the others were looking over your shoulders constantly for any signs of danger. 

Because if it happened twice, how did you know it wouldn’t happen again?

So, yeah, December was filled with paranoia, but you tried to disguise it by baking Christmas cookies with the kids, and watching sappy movies, and for a little bit, it worked. 

“Okay, I need you to be honest here, Steve,” Dustin said, suddenly very serious. You eyed them from the stove, where you were rolling the cookie dough into small little balls before placing them on the pan. You’d already made one batch, but both of the boys had devoured them and left none for you, to your annoyance. Dustin and Steve’s newfound friendship was strangely endearing, and you knew Steve loved it, no matter how hard he tried to act like he didn’t. “Is Santa Claus real?”

Steve paled, and looked to you for help. You shrugged, smirking, and turned away. You could practically feel his wide gaze at your back. “Uh—how old are you again?”

Dustin bursted out laughing. “You should’ve seen your face! Obviously I know Santa isn’t real. I’m thirteen, you moron.” 

You turned and chucked a raw ball of dough at him, and started to cackle when it stuck right on Dustin’s forehead. “Watch who you’re calling a moron, shitbird.”

Dustin plucked the dough off his head with a scowl that had you and Steve giggling harder, until finally Dustin shook his head, mumbling something before running off to the bathroom to wipe off the grease, assumingly. 

Steve climbed to his feet, meeting you by the stove. “Thanks for being my knight in shining armor.” 

You scoffed, focusing on the cookies instead of your racing heart. “Yeah, because you need defending from a big, bad thirteen year old.” You looked at him. “Besides, just paying you back for all the times you’ve saved my ass.” 

You weren’t just talking about school-bullies from grade school, and he knew that. There were plenty unsaid words shared between you two, but the ones about the Upside Down and the scarier part of Hawkins were spoken the most. He nodded, once, then started to smirk. “I take other forms of payment, you know.” 

You nearly dropped the tray you’d started to put into the stove as your head snapped over to him. “What?”

“What?” He laughed, blinking at your expression. “I’m talking about the cookies. Christ, what did you think I meant?”

You hoped he couldn’t see the way your hand was shaking as you closed the stove door. You shrugged. “Your other form of payment has been declined. These are all for me, especially since you and garbage disposal over there ate every single one of the first batch.” 

Steve shrugged. “You’ve got a skill, what can I say? They were good. Hey, you got flour on your face.”

“Do I?” You reached to wipe it off, but Steve caught your wrist. “What are you doing?”

“I got it,” he said it so casually, so normally, that you almost didn’t catch the way his fingers tremored against the side of your mouth, the way his breathing became shallow, how his face suddenly tinted pink, the same shade you’re sure yours was, and you couldn’t shake the fog from your brain. The pad of his thumb brushed past your lip, and he pulled his hand back to reveal the white powder there. His voice was low when he spoke next. “Told ya.” 

“Steve,” you said, unable to say anything else, and there was some sort of pull between the two of you, because neither of you moved, not when he inhaled sharply, as if silently cursing himself, not when your gaze found his mouth that you so desperately wanted to kiss, and not when Steve reached forward in the small gap between you to grasp your hand. 

Dustin was the only thing that had you two springing apart, and you bumped right into the counter as Steve ran a rough hand through his hair as the younger boy came bolting down the hallway. “There is a massive spider in your bathroom,” he told you, oblivious to the tension in the room. 

Oblivious to how Steve hadn’t looked away from you, and oblivious to how your flush still hadn’t faded. 

You were grateful your voice had returned back to normal when you looked to Steve. “Not it.”

The spell was broken, just like that, and whatever had passed between you both was seemingly quickly forgotten as Steve groaned in protest, his dislike for spiders matched yours, and you and Dustin followed him to the bathroom, avoiding the broom Steve was waving around like a mad-man. 

It was forgotten until the boys went home, and you were laying in bed all alone. You couldn’t think about anything else—and you would kill to know if Steve was stuck in the same boat. If he was thinking about it so much as even a sliver amount as you were. 

You wouldn’t know—you wouldn’t know that Steve was still up, pacing in his room, tugging at his hair, cursing himself for potentially ruining things between him and the most important person in his life. You wouldn’t know that he’d been deflecting it for years, dating dozens of girls to forget you, dating Nancy to stop himself from kissing you late night at his pool. How he felt so stupid for almost slipping up that night, but how your reaction had fueled something inside of him. Hope. 

You wouldn’t know. You never would. 

end of the night, we're alone you ask me where this is goin' but i’m not sayin' nothin' 

Spring came in pink cherry blossom trees, the fresh smell of cut grass, morning rain on the pavement, and the lingering question in your head about Steve. It’d been there for months. Though the pair of you never brought up what happened around Christmas, there was no denying the shift that occurred between you. 

The lingering touches, how Steve offered you his arm everywhere you went, how he always looked to you first to see if you laughed at something he said, the way he’d walk you to every class, even if it made him late to his. 

This wasn’t unlike Steve, he’d always been a gentleman… but not like this. Not to you. Steve had been your first dance in middle school, he always helped you pick what shirt you should wear with your Levi’s, and he carried your bags for you ninety percent of the time, he always had. 

But this? It was different now. It was almost… couplely. And you didn’t know how to bring it up to him. Because you couldn’t get his expression from Christmas out of your head. You hadn’t imagined it. You hadn’t. Things had changed. You just couldn’t figure out how to approach the topic. 

Until Steve found you smoking on your roof one Friday night, probably the only Friday night ever that the two of you hadn’t made plans for. You’d been pulling the joint from your lips when the sound of his tires rolling up on the pavement had you sitting up from where you’d been originally laying. 

Steve stepped out of his car, the sleeves to his shirt rolled up, and his Nikes just barely visible over the length of his jeans. He spotted you almost immediately. “Hey,” he greeted. 

“Hi,” you answered, watching him. “Coming up?”

“You offering to share?”

You started to smirk. “You know I don’t share.” 

Steve entered your house like it was his own, and you shuffled out of the way so he could climb out of your bedroom window to meet you on the roof. The air had just started to chill, and you were only a little cold in your shorts, but you didn’t say this as you passed the spliff to Steve once he was settled. 

“I can’t believe how quickly everything is coming to an end,” he mused into the silence of the night, looking up at the sky that had begun to darken. “We’re finished school in a month.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, a little sad. Not about school, exactly, but about growing up. “I can’t believe it either. How will Hawkins High survive without its king?”

Steve scoffed out a laugh, taking a slow inhale from the blunt, then handing it back to you. “You are ridiculous, just letting you know.”

You grinned, and nudged his shoulder. “You love me.” 

It was something so simple that he’d said the previous summer, something the both of you had brushed off without a second thought, but when the words came out of your mouth, and how things were then, both of you lapsed into silence. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. The buzz from the weed was strong enough for you to ignore your nerves, to ask something you hadn’t been able to do for months. “Steve,” you said, kind of boldly. “What’s going on?”

He matched your curious stare with his own. “What do you mean?”

“With us? I mean…” You swallowed the nerves back down, and took another hit. “Things are weird, aren’t they? You’re doing all of this…” You didn’t want to say boyfriend stuff. Saying boyfriend made it feel too real, too vulnerable. “New stuff with me.”

Steve shrugged. It wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for, and you felt the hope fade from your expression. “I guess I haven’t really noticed.”

“Oh,” was all you managed to say. 

“What kinda stuff are you talking about?”

“Nothin’ Steve,” you said, suddenly wanting to change the topic. “I was just wondering if it meant something else to you, that’s all. But I guess not, since you haven’t even noticed you’re doing it.” 

Steve stilled from next to you. “Something else? D’you… did you want it to mean something else?”

You stared wordlessly at him. Say yes, your mind screamed. Say that you’ve been longing for him for so long you can’t focus anymore. Say he’s your favorite thing about waking up every morning. Say his laugh is the only thing that makes you feel warm, even when it’s in the middle of the summer, and the only thing to do is to lounge in a pool to cool down. Say that you don’t feel whole without him. Say something. 

Instead, you shrugged. “Dunno.”

The two of you didn't speak for the rest of the night, not until Steve was packing up his things and you were walking him out. “We’re okay, right?” He asked at your door. “That conversation…”

“It was just the weed,” you dismissed. “We’re good, Steve. Promise.” 

He nodded, once, then twice, and smiled in your direction. “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.” 

“Night,” you waved, then shut the door behind him. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself against the door. Why was this so hard? You knew what you wanted, it was Steve. But there were too many mixed signals coming from his end. And you were getting tired of going around in circles. 

but love's an education, let’s wait 'til graduation

You started dating one of Lucas Sinclair’s cousins sometime after school ended. With your newfound diploma, and your relationship with Steve that seemed to be never ending deja’vu, you were sick of waiting around for something that you weren’t sure would ever happen. So when Jameson Sinclair came down for the summer to visit his family, you took immediate interest in him. 

And so did Steve. He’d watch the way you laughed with him—the way Jameson would pull you in by your jaw to kiss you, and how you’d always tuck your hair behind your ear every time you guys pulled apart. 

He hated it. And he’d done it to himself. The new job he’d gotten at the mall wasn’t enough to distract him from his thoughts, especially with his co-worker Robin Buckley’s knowing looks every time you stopped in to say hi. Robin didn't miss the way Steve looked at you, but you did. 

“I don’t get it,” she’d told Steve one day. “What happened again?”

So Steve would re-tell the story, and Robin would just end up more frustrated. 

“Maybe just tell her what you want,” she suggested. “You probably confused the shit out of her.”

“I can’t tell her,” Steve would say. “She has a boyfriend.” 

The cycle would continue. Until one day, Robin broke it by pulling you aside, and insisting that Steve was miserable without you, that he was a pain every time you came in wearing your shorts that rode too high, and that he was clearly devastated you were with someone else. 

“He’s in love with you,” Robin persisted, but you weren’t having it. 

“No, he’s not. If he wanted me, he’d be with me. I’m not running around in circles anymore.” 

“Don’t you ever think that maybe it’s because he’s scared?” She tried again, and you paused. “He’s hardly got parents. He’s just got you. You’re the only consistent person in his life, and if he fucks it up, he’s done for.”

You supposed she was sort of right. So you didn’t disagree with her, you didn’t say anything at all, actually. Because Steve was miserable—and so were you, just a little. You liked Jameson, you did—but he wasn’t what you really wanted. It was why you decided to break up with him some day in late June. 

And it was also why Steve was so surprised to see you entering his backyard from the gate. He’d gotten off work hours ago, skin tanned and freckled from the sun, hair tossed and highlighted with caramel as you approached. He straightened up on the lounger, brows raised. 

“Hey,” he said, not bothering to hide his shock. “What’re you doing here?”

“Jameson and I broke up,” you said, simply, straight to the point. Steve’s interest peaked. 

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” you repeated, then you pursed your lips. “Are you afraid to be with me?”

Steve stammered. “What? The hell are you talking about?”

“I talked to Robin,” you started, and that was all you needed to say to get Steve up to his feet, groaning. 

“Look, Christ, whatever she told you—”

“Just tell me the truth, Steve. Don’t avoid it,” you took a step closer to him. “I’m sick of avoiding things.”

Steve eyed you, licking his lips, and swallowing before he spoke. “Yes,” he finally said, barely audible. “I’m terrified of being with you. You are so, so important to me, y’know?” He shook his head. “I wanted it to mean something else.” 

You cocked your head, confused, and he started to ramble. “The gestures. Walking you to class. Everything I’ve been doing. Of course I wanted them to mean something else. But I’m scared, because what if we cross this line and things are ruined forever? It’s not… it’s not worth the risk.”

“Steve,” you murmured, reaching to grab his hand. They were warm from the sun, and strong against your own. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you were almost sure he could hear how fast it was beating. “What if it is?”

You tightened your hold on his hand, and all of the worry, the hesitation from Steve’s expression faded, and he was on you in an instant, kissing you with a force that had you clutching at him, just as desperate and eager as he was. Teeth scraping as you both started to grin, his hand on your jaw, tilting it upward so he could kiss you deeper, rougher. The groan you’d let out had him gripping you closer, and you weren’t sure which one of you stumbled over the lawn chair, but you’d both broke apart to laugh, before you reached up to palm Steve’s cheek reassuringly. 

He nodded his forehead against yours, and kissed you again. 

More unsaid words—the silent language only two people so close, so connected, could communicate with. Because you and Steve were best friends. Just that. Until you weren’t. 

[peacehopeandrats]

TBR Bingo Update!

Has been a while since I've posted one of these because my schedule has been super busy. I'm living with a pair of dogs that I have to walk separately and then I've got other work around town, so I'm in and out a LOT, but it also means I'm listening to books or reading them out loud to pets a LOT.

So here's what I've got so far:

And here's a text recap of the titles for each of those X's, just in case anyone says they'd kind of like to check things out.

Blue Cover: King's Cage, by Victoria Aveyard

Family: A Long Petal Of The Sea, by Isabel Allende

Fantasy: Red Queen, by Victoria Aveyard

Animals: The Cat Who Saved Books, by Sosuke Matsukawa

Sports: My Year Of The Racehorse, by Kevin Chong

Realistic Fiction: A Very Typical Family, by Sierra Godfrey

Graphic Novel: Saga, by Brian K. Vaughn

Free Space: War Storm, by Victoria Aveyard

Red Cover: Cemetery Boys, by Aiden Thomas

Native Author: Crooked Hallelujah, by Kelli Jo Ford

Orange Cover: Genesis Begins Again, by Alicia D. Williams

Food: Tastes Like War, by Grace M. Cho

Real Person: The Forgotten Founding Father, by Joshua Kendall

Historical Fiction: Even As We Breathe, by Annette Saunooke Clapsaddle

Audio Book: When to Rob a Bank, by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner

I won't go into details about all of them, but I'm going to point out the Big Library Read book because I think it is an amazing program and if your library doesn't have it, you should ask them to join!

The Big Library Read is a worldwide book club where participating libraries get an infinite number of digital books (kindle or audio) for their patrons to check out and enjoy all at the same time. At the site you can join the discussion with other readers from everywhere. I have not been disappointed by the selections yet and I've been participating almost since the beginning. If your library doesn't participate, you can still go to their site and look at the other books from the past events. I highly recommend just about every book on that list.

The Forgotten Founding Father has been on my list to read for YEARS. Yes, this is all about Webster of the famous dictionary and you get to hear all about the creation of the dictionary as well as the man's life. I had absolutely no idea how much stuff we owed Webster for until I read this book. Nonfiction is amazing.

[caelestis-composition]

⭒ kaeya, diluc, childe, and baizhu: cuddling headcanons ⭒

request for @mercuribitez: cuddling hcs with any genshin characters!! just,,, just make sure it includes kaeya n childe at the v least 👉👈

aiden you know me so well. you know this gets me. cuddling hcs are my WEAK SPOT.

pairing: kaeya, diluc, childe, and baizhu x reader (separately)

characters: kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr, childe, baizhu

genre: fluff

word count: 1,347

⭒

⋆ he absolutely adores cuddling

⋆ seriously, please cuddle him

⋆ kaeya prefers to be the one holding you, but he also doesn’t mind if you’re both holding each other

⋆ this man literally cannot keep his hands to himself. he wants you as close to him as possible as often as possible. he does not care if you two are in public or private, he wants to hold you all the time

⋆ he’s particularly fond of pulling you into his lap

⋆ his hands are always doing something when you cuddle. he’ll run them through your hair, over your arms, your shoulders. he’ll rub comforting circles into your back, or maybe he’ll take your hands in his, gently stroking his thumbs over your knuckles

⋆ kaeya’s cuddles are best during warmer weather. he runs on the cool side, so it’s refreshing when he pulls you in and wraps his arms around you on hot days

⋆ he adds to the chill during colder weather, but it’s nothing a warm blanket can’t fix

⋆ king of multitasking. kaeya will hold you or have you relaxing against him while he’s reading or doing work or literally anything. he will make it work

⋆ kaeya doesn’t care whether you two talk or not when you cuddle. unless he has something particularly pressing he needs to say, he’s perfectly fine sitting in silence. if you want to talk, go for it, he doesn’t mind that either

⋆ he has this way of holding you with his entire body. his arms are wrapped around you, and he has you pulled into his chest, his body slightly curling around yours. you can always feel an underlying sense of desperation, like he’s scared if he doesn’t hold you as close as humanly possible, you’ll disappear

⋆ be ready to be absolutely smothered in soft, slow kisses as well

⋆ kaeya loves you so, so much. he loves you so much that he’s willing to relax and be open and gentle and soft around you. kaeya hopes you can feel just how much he loves you in the way that he holds you close and kisses you again and again and again 

⭒

⋆ unlike his brother, diluc will only cuddle when you two are alone, somewhere private

⋆ diluc also prefers to be the one holding you

⋆ he likes when you two cuddle and read in front of the fireplace in his manor

⋆ diluc likes cuddling in silence. if the two of you do talk, your voices are barely above a whisper

⋆ please play with his hair when you cuddle him. pull it out of its low ponytail, run your hands through it, braid it. so long as you’re gentle and don’t further tangle his hair, diluc will completely relax into you, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh

⋆ at the beginning of your relationship, he’ll keep his gloves on when you cuddle

⋆ he still runs his hands over you in calming, repetitive motions, but his gloves stay on

⋆ as he truly begins to trust you, he’ll take them off when he’s being physically affectionate. it’s how he shows that he trusts you

⋆ diluc runs warm in general, but gods his hands feel absolutely heavenly. ask him to give you a massage sometime. he’ll happily oblige, and it will leave you unbelievably relaxed

⋆ because his body temperature is a little higher than normal—due to his vision—he faces a problem opposite to kaeya. cuddling diluc in the winter is amazing, but the warmer months? not so much

⋆ it’s not unbearably awful, but it can get a little uncomfortable at times

⋆ diluc practically radiates warmth. it’s not a bad heat, though. instead, it’s comforting. it feels safe, completely enveloping you

⋆ diluc likes when you fall asleep on his chest, your arms loosely wrapped around him

⭒

⋆ another man who is apparently incapable of keeping his hands to himself at any given moment

⋆ in public, childe will keep a somewhat more professional image. he won’t cuddle you in public, but he’s also not going to stop himself from touching you. he almost always has an arm thrown around you somewhere, be it your waist, shoulders, or hips

⋆ in private, he’s even worse

⋆ don’t expect to have a lot of personal space, because childe wants to be right by you any chance he can get away from the public eye

⋆ if he’s had to be away on “business,” he’ll be especially clingy

⋆ childe loves you, and it tears him apart that he can’t be with you all the time. he hates that he sometimes has to travel to the other side of teyvat and can’t bring you with him. he feels bad for having to leave you for days and even weeks at a time, so he tries to make it up to you by being as physically close to you as he can when you two are together

⋆ he refuses to leave his gloves on when he’s being physically affectionate. he wants to touch you, to actually feel your skin on his, so he’ll always take his gloves off and shove them in his pocket or throw them somewhere where he can retrieve them later

⋆ childe also really enjoys when the two of you talk while cuddling. he hates sitting in silence with you, especially if you haven’t seen one another in a while. talk about whatever, he literally does not care what the topic is, he’ll be invested in anything you say

⋆ like kaeya, childe’s body temperature runs on the cooler side. it’s not as bad as kaeya, though

⋆ he likes to play with your hands in his when you cuddle. if he’s not already doing something else with his hands, that is

⋆ unlike both kaeya and diluc, childe doesn’t try and multitask while holding you. he wants this time to be special, between just you and him, before someone comes and unexpectedly drags him away again

⋆ he keeps his full attention on you when you cuddle

⋆ steal his scarf. seriously, do it. or wrap the both of you in it

⋆ he’ll absolutely melt, laughing about how cute you are before grabbing your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your lips

⭒

baizhu

⋆ soft. he is so soft for you

⋆ baizhu is a businessman: he has a reputation to uphold. he’s fine with pda, so long as it’s not while he’s working

⋆ therefore, he won’t cuddle you while he’s working. he likes to keep his work life and personal relationships separate

⋆ after he’s done though, he’ll invite you into his arms

⋆ baizhu’s physical condition is… not ideal. it would probably be best if you didn’t completely lay on him or put all of your weight against him

⋆ he likes when the two of you are resting against one another, or he likes laying on you

⋆ don’t mess up his hair. especially if you two find time to cuddle in the middle of the day. he spends a lot of time doing it, and he has a lot of hair, so just don’t mess it up. it’s more manageable when he pulls it back, and he likes to keep it that way

⋆ don’t play with his hair, but if you’ll allow him, he’ll gladly play with yours

⋆ baizhu carries the scent of herbs from bubu pharmacy. it can vary from day to day, depending on what he’s been working with, but he always smells really nice and flowery

⋆ handle him with care. as previously mentioned, his physical condition is pretty weak. he won’t fall apart if you touch him, but be gentle

⋆ baizhu’s body temperature doesn’t do anything peculiar, so he’s good to cuddle in any weather

⋆ he doesn’t mind sitting in silence, but baizhu does like to talk when you two are alone. he’s busy during the day, so when he’s not working he wants time to focus on you. if you two do talk, it’s usually pretty quiet as you both wind down from the day’s events

⋆ in these moments, everything is slow. his hands running over your arms, your back, and the soft kisses he presses to your face in between sentences

[starshiningsirius]

Lone fae (Yandere Malleus x reader)

To my favorite lonley dragon fae happy birthday!

Malleus had been told about a fae living in a town of humans for quite some time now. At first he had become angry seeing as he was King and someone would dare ally themselves with the enemy. He'd punish them himself. As if any traitor could stand against him and live was a mistake that'd cost them their lives. He told his advisor and guardian Lilia that'd he'd be back after dealing with said traitor.

Only to get to said town and notice a woman with pointy ears, beauty beyond belief, picking berries within the forest that surrounded the town. At first he kept his composure watching for a moment maybe a bit longer considering she acknowledged his presence.

"Ah, hello sir."

She didn't know who he was? That was surprising literally everyone whose anyone knew the Fae King and would tremble at the mention of his name. Yet this naive little fae knew nothing about who she spoke to. How cute.

'A fae in the village? How strange do they not know about our hatred towards humans?'

"Hello." He had his arms crossed and came out into the open.

She noticed the ears and instantly became curious.

"Our ears are similar." She murmured it under her breath, but Malleus still heard it. She noticed his horns too and realized that she must have been a bit different since she lacked them.

'So she hasn't met her own kind before?'

That was how their first encounter went. They chatted for a little while exchanging names as Malleus wanted to test if she knew him by that but got no reaction. Malleus watched her go back all the way to her house in secret of course. From high up in the air. As soon as he saw where she lived he went back home.

'This so called "traitor" would require a bit more inquiry.'

* * *

He decided to find out himself, her background by asking a different question to gain some information.

"Y/n do you have a family?"

"Hm? I have a little brother named Aiden at home but that's about it."

"What about your parents?"

"I can't recall when I was kid all I remember was waking up in an alley with Aiden crying in my arms. There was a- .... lot of blood about the place my dress that was once white had been stained. Anything before that isn't anything I probably want to remember considering that scene alone." She trembled for a second before continuing to pick herbs and berries from bushes. Malleus sided eyed her reaction feeling slight guilt towards it.

"I see, my apologies for bringing up troublesome memories." Malleus wasn't hard of hearing considering how she paused as if she didn't want to recall the gory scene. Yet still she smiled without much effort it was small but it did make him feel some what relieved.

"It's fine your the only person I've told. No one else talks to me in town and I'm not ready to tell Aiden yet with his innocence, I'd rather not taint. He's all I've got and I don't want to lose him."

* * *

He understood quite a bit now pertaining to their situation. He had to admit though, he had become fond of the female fae. Someone so innocent and docile couldn't be a traitor. Lilia saw that the situation was taking longer than expected and decided to accompany Malleus this go around.

He wanted to see for himself if Malleus was being fooled, though he doubted it. Not only that but for the sake of his own boredom in the castle and to satiate his own curiosity.

"Y/n this here, is a comrade of mine." Malleus stood next to his comrade, a short cheerful looking child with bright magenta stripes of hair under the black side. Two pointy ears stood on the side of his head too.

She was happy to say the least to know two new similar people to her at the very least. Today happened to be the day Malleus was going to meet Aiden. She didn't mind Lilia tagging along of course.

"Lilia Vanrouge, Ms. a pleasure." He looked rather young in her opinion but his voice signaled to not be fooled by his appearance. She shook hands with the male who brought a pleasant atmosphere with him.

* * *

"So your Malleus huh? My sister speaks very fondly of you sir. She's been talking about you for centuries!" The little boy exaggerated making Malleus's eyes widen and at first he felt an overwhelming amount of happiness with how he had made a good impression.

Both him and Lilia chuckled to themselves as the girl who had been in the same room blushed furiously from embarrassment. Taking her brother by the arm she glared at him.

"Aiden you know that isn't true, you asked where I had been and I answered." She strained her voice to try and put emphasis on her truth only to receive laughter from the boy.

Lilia came up to him patting his head with a smile.

"Fondly and centuries such large words for a child so young." Lilia had felt a slight connection to the energetic youngster. He thought it'd be fun to get to know him better.

"Sis is teaching me to read and write words from the dictionary! I'm very ingenious!" He was smug about the new words he was learning with a proud smile causing Lilia to laugh.

Malleus had a smile on his face small and affectionate but a few other thoughts came up to his mind upon thinking about the boys words. He looked toward his sister who was now in the kitchen making dinner.

"Aren't there schools about here he could go to?" His concern for the child was showing.

"There are but with his ears, I'd rather not take chances until his hair grows out, not to mention his abilities are still uncontrolled, and we're kinda barely keeping this house, so school isn't much of an option at the moment." She looked down chopping vegetables but was still focused. Until her brother spoke again.

"Look I can do magic!" He was so enthusiastic, but the dread look on his sister's face said it all.

"No! Don't you dare we can't hope to fix the ceiling!" She yelled but Lilia stopped her seeing as she yelled she covered her mouth in realization.

"Worry not my dear, let me see this young lad do magic. I'll make sure he doesn't damage anything." He was calm and collected which was shocked her but she let him do as he wished.

Aiden whose excitement had been on the rise at the thought of showing someone else raised his hand and emitted a large slew of green flames rising fast. Of course it actually shocked both Lilia and Malleus to see the color itself and how big the flames he conjured were.

Lilia had regained his composure for a split second and created some wind to dispell the flames before they could reach the ceiling and burn a hole. Malleus and Lilia looked at each other knowingly for a moment before Lilia showed a smile toward the young boy with his fangs gleaming in the light.

"I see the problem your letting out all of your mana at once young one, still your mind and channel the flow to ignite a single flame." He advised carefully with hand on Aiden's shoulder.

Malleus felt as if he was watching a younger version of himself seeing his guardian teach another. The young fae had followed Lilia's teachings to a tee and a small green flame became lit in front of him.

"Sister! Sister! Did you see I got it! I did it!" He was jumping up for joy at his achievement.

"Yes I see thank you Lilia. You thank him too Aiden." She was happy to say the least, it was as if good fortune was brought with them to have met these two.

"Thank you Lilia!"

"Your welcome dear child you can learn with me anytime. You have a lot of potential that shouldn't be wasted." That made his eyes light up in pure unadulterated excitement.

"Sister did you hear that!"

"I did." She was just relieved someone could teach him besides all her past failed attempts.

"So does that mean you can use magic too then?" Malleus had wandered closer to her without her knowledge it made her flinch. Seeing the anticipation of her answer in his eyes, she answered him.

"Yes though mine's is a bit more controlled. I can conjure wind and green flames. As well as levitate a multitude of things toward me at once but that's about it. I haven't had too much time to practice." She waved her hand with a slight glow and brought a couple of ingredients in cupboards down on to the counter letting them shut on their own again.

Holding put her hand she conjured a small green flame that wouldn't cause any damage over the palm of her hand.

"Seems like your well taught." Lilia mentioned.

"That's only because before we got this house we lived in the forest and magic made things a bit easier, but otherwise while we live here we don't have a use for it. Aiden still wants to learn but my teaching can only go so far as I don't know much on the subject." She looked somewhat frustrated at her own uselessness. Malleus could tell she wasn't lying about what she could do that's for sure.

* * *

After dinner both fae left the home walking out but saying goodbye to the siblings. At first they walked away from the house, but soon to prevent from being seen by any late night walkers they teleported to the castle.

"A pair of fae with royal blood is rare. I do wonder how the both of them ended up in that human village though." Lilia started off by saying.

Green flames were the insignia to regal blood for fae even Malleus knew that fact. Known to be the most powerful of all faes. Yet two were living in a human town right within the heart of the enemy and neither knew.

"Yes but from what I've been able to tell whoever had taken care of them is probably dead. Slaughtered by humans most likely. She said she wasn't able to remember anything before that. I'm assuming her and her brother come from some line thought to have been killed when the war against the humans started." Malleus recalled all he learned about her over the past few weeks he came to know her.

"Such a shame those two don't even know their own kind. Living their life in solitude as outcasts when they could be a lot more free if they lived here." Lilia did actually feel pity for the pair of souls having grown an attachment toward the younger sibling as he had taught Malleus when he was young as well. Those days were reminiscent for him. Aiden just happened to be similar to young Malleus in that regard.

"Malleus, if any humans discover royal fae over in that village they'll be killed. It's only a matter of when." He stated that matter of factly considering he was a general during the aforementioned war and many fae had been chased out of human villages. The ones left had been unfortunate to be victims that were sacrificed.

"I know, I won't let them lay a finger on either of them. Get Silver and Sebek have the staff prepare two rooms in the castle for our guests." Malleus walked away from Lilia without a second thought after saying what he wanted done.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Seems you've gotten attached to her in a different way. Ah, I'm so glad to see you chasing after someone, it feels like ages since you've been small so long ago. I'll have little Aiden to teach all the stuff I once taught you. What a joyous occasion to think someone will finally sit on the throne next to you." Lilia smiled feeling eager and chipper at the future ahead.

He went to go get the two knights that would always await orders from their master. Skipping down the halls all the while humming an unknown tune.

* * *

Something has been different with Malleus as of today. He was fiddling with his fingers a bit more often than usual. He didn't want to meet her gaze at the time either.

"Malleus is there something wrong?" Worry laced in her tone for the man sitting next to her.

"Yes." He replied rather swiftly but ended it there.

"Would you like to tell me what about?" She at least wanted to try and comfort him however she could.

That's what made her different than most fae, most feared him, she didn't of course she and that oblivious little head of hers didn't. Before she could even grasp how much power she could have held it was taken from her.

Malleus had turned his head and looked her directly in the eye.

"You."

"Me?" She was surprised and confused about what he meant by that, lowering her head for a second to think.

Of course it didn't last long, as Malleus directed her chin to gaze at him instead of the forest soil.

"Y/n, my alluring little darling, would you do me the honor of staying with me?"

He said with a gentle smile. The proximity and his words had her face red within seconds. She still had to give him a reply and sadly she didn't want to upset him but she didn't have much of a choice.

"I'm sorry Malleus I can't. This place is all I've ever known. Going somewhere else with all that could happen, ... It's not that I don't like you but my own fears are holding me back." She was trying to come up with the right words so he'd hopefully understand.

It stung, it truly did. The rejection wasn't something he hypothesized but it was still an option. It was fine though, all would be well. That sheltered mindset of hers would just have to broken a bit. She'd come to rely on him, she'd have no other choice afterall.

She hadn't experienced much of human cruelty, he'd just have to show her how cruel they could really be and then she would have to seek his aid.

* * *

Everyone in town today had been on edge it seemed. She left Aiden at home sound asleep, while she went out to go and buy veggies and meat she couldn't get in the forest. As she walked toward a thrifter many people side eyed her. She was the only person to walk with a hood on. In fact many people generations before this one too when asked had seen her.

As she got up to the vegetable thrifter the man in front of her had scowled. She saw this but just thought he was having a bad day. That's when someone came behind her and pulled her hood down abruptly.

"A fae! A fae in the village!"

"She's the one who cursed the crops! If we kill her the curse will end!"

"Someone grab her!"

Before she knew it she ran, someone did lay a hand on her but she pushed them away with wind magic. It wasn't on purpose, but fear overtook her person and magic required self control.

She wanted to run back to her house but with how fast the mob was chasing she couldn't put Aiden at risk like that. Maybe just maybe if she went back to the forest, he'd be there. He could help her, or Lilia either would do.

* * *

She didn't see him. Maybe her words struck a cord. She should have agreed. A stupid decision on her own part, he could've probably taken them somewhere where people like her were accepted. Where magic was used and no worries to be had.

She just narrowly dodged an arrow fired at her. It seemed the mob had caught up. Turning her attention back toward their screeches, what could she do?

In a last ditch effort attempt she called his name.

"Malleus!" The crowd closing in on her arrows knocked and aimed. So this was it huh?

Suddenly something slithers around her body, her waist to be more precise and holds her in a vice grip.

A tail? Of long reach with a purple scales of a dark pigment.

Before it pulled her into the darkness of the forest behind her. Until she felt a chest that placed her gently to the ground freeing her from the grip the of the tail that had once gripped her tightly.

She saw a light emitted from where she had once been, green flames took its place in her stead.

"I do hope you'll accept my offer to stay with me now, my love." Malleus's voice brought her out of her stupor, a frown seeing her in such fear. He didn't want to go so far but he would rather have liked her to willingly agree to living with him as his Queen. She wouldn't have any worries should she live her life on the throne worshipped by everyone.

"Wait! Wait! Please let me bring Aiden I can't leave my brother behind!" She had gripped his clothing turning around desperate tears spilling.

Speaking of said boy who popped his head from behind the fae that stood in front of her, smiled and ran to hug his sister.

"Y/n! Malleus let me up on his shoulders he was so tall! Wait why are you crying?" Her brother's happiness went away for a moment at the tears he saw from his older sibling.

She was shocked, since when had he been here. He was asleep before, she was sure. It didn't make any sense.

"Aiden how, ... why are you here?"

"Lilia offered to teach me more magic! He said it was dangerous to teach me inside the house so we came out here." For a second she thought it was a dream. A bad dream turned good.

"Were you worried? Sorry, I'll tell you next time I promise." Aiden hugged her after finishing his sentence trying comfort his sister from her state of fear. It worked a little having her shoulders relax.

Malleus had stroked her head to sooth her worries as well. A small smile graced his lips at the scene before him.

"Worry not my dear, I'll accept all parts of you. Of course I'd never forget your dear brother. Will you accept my proposal now?" He was awaiting an answer, the same look in his eyes akin to when he asked if she could use magic.

"Yes I do, it was my mistake for denying your offer in the first place. I'm sorry Malleus."

He was happy that the situation had caused her to regret her answer. Of course he didn't outwardly show it. But he was internally pleased. His new queen and energetic little brother would make a wonderful addition to the Draconian line.

As they disappeared instantly to where their new home would be, Malleus left behind some what one would call fireflies by the looks of it. They were just traces of his magic to other faes. It was a calling for someone else though.

The town the two faes once called home was being destroyed as soon as they left. Screams upon screams could be heard one after another. Flames of red and orange to destroy and have no one alive to recall the prescene of two royal clan faes.

All done by three, one wise fae, and two knights that served to do everything their master asked of them. It would all be gone while Malleus would help them settle into their new lives, the one they deserved from the beginning, if humans hadn't taken it from them.

Masterlist

[shadyteacup]

Daggers and Swords

Royal AU fem! Reader x assassin!fem!Chuuya

Side characters: Butler, Aiden(youngest brother), Samanda(Sister)

Inspired by the amazing @kiyokoxd​ and @bsdparadise​ !♡

You strode over to your room, closing the door and sliding down to the ground. It had been a tiring day, today, and all you wanted was to rip your tiara off and chuck it out the window. This bloody royalty shit was too much for you to handle. So what if you had "pure royal blood"? If you didn't want to marry that jerk of a prince, then you won't! And you had little to no interest in being the queen. The people of this kingdom can go to hell. You didn't give a shit.

Sighing, you got up, deciding that changing out of these tight clothes was the best course of action. It was already night time, and you couldn't bear being in this flowy gown anymore.

You rummaged around in your gigantic wardrobe, searching for a simple black gown. It wasn't a nightgown, but in fact a less shimmery, and more matte, casual tea-dress. You still had to attend a meeting with your siblings regarding your ascent to the throne, but it needn't be an extravagant event. It was just you, Aiden and Samanda, after all. You could wear a simple dress for this.

As you were changing, you heard a knock on your door.

"Who is it?"

You were currently in your black lacy bralette and a skirt slip. It wasn't very modest a look to share with the men.

"Madam sent me. She wanted you to have this before you attended the tea party."

A feminine voice spoke through the doors. 

"Come on in, then."

Not paying the maid any mind, you proceeded to pull out the dress and take your time with wearing it. You heard the door shut closed and the lock being turned. You didn't pay it any mind, though. Maids often locked the doors to help you change into your gowns.

Once you were done, you turned around only to be pushed into the wall.

"Don't move."

The so called 'maid', pulled out a knife and held it to your throat.

You chuckled.

"Or what?"

She sneered up at you with her striking blue eyes.

"Move a muscle and you're dead, missy. Don't try me."

You raised a brow at her. She was quite a short and petite little thing. She was called the 'red pirate', a name that was clearly based off of her striking hair. You had always imagined this feared assassin to be imposing. You certainly hadn't expected a tiny female.

"You're so short.", you mused, raking your eyes over her delicious figure.

She growled, pushing the blade further into your skin, drawing a little blood.

"Shut up, or-"

"Or what? You'd kill me? Oh please."

You scoffed, leaning closer to the blade.

"We both know you're in deep trouble already. You don't want the blood of a princess on your hands, especially not the heiress of the throne."

Chuuya, the assassin, grit her teeth. She had heard rumours about the princess' witty nature. Chuuya already had anger issues, and you were getting on her nerves. Your words were frustrating her. She was already flustered from the accidental show of your toned body when she entered the room. She hadn't expected you to be changing.

"What are your plans? Are you hoping to steal an artifact and sell it for some money?"

You whispered in her ear.

"Or are you planning to kidnap me. Hmm?"

Chuuya gulped, a dark blush spreading on her cheeks. The intimacy was too much for her to handle.

She was about to speak back, when you both heard a knock on the locked doors. She froze for a second, before placing the palm of her hand on your mouth to shut you up.

"The Prince is calling for you, princess."

Your butler spoke from the other side.

You bit her hand, causing her to jump in shock, and used the opportunity to flip your positions. Grabbing her own dagger, you placed it against her throat.

"I'll be right there."

You called out.

"Okay, princess."

As you heard the footsteps fade away, you leaned closer to your little assassin. 

"You know, I like you. How about we talk this out? It would be a shame to waste such beauty by hurling it into prison."

Chuuya growled, trying to kick you. Your reflexes were fast, and in a moment, you had your knee pressed I to her thigh to keep it in place.

"Nuh-uh. No funny business. "

She huffed, giving up.

"Now tell me. Why are you here?"

Chuuya hit her head on yours, making you lose your balance. She struck her arm forward, trying to stick her dagger into your flesh. You stumbled back, grabbing a chair and blocking her attack. The tip of the knife pierced through the cushion and wood, stopping an inch away from your face. Tossing the chair away, you reached underneath the edge of your bed, grabbing your hidden sword.

As Chuuya flung her dagger at you again, you blocked it with your sword, swiping at her feet. She dodged, elbowing you in your back, making you fall down.

She lunged at your torso, hoping to stab you. You rolled away, missing the blade by a millisecond.

"Why won't you just lie still!", she growled as she tried to pull the dagger from the wooden floor.

You jumped up on your feet, and charged into her with your shoulder. Pushing her onto the large king sized bed, you pinned her down.

Chuuya gasped, shocked and flustered. Fuck. This princess is really having an effect on her heart.

It wasn't like chuuya to let emotions get between her work, but she couldn't help but admire your beauty and charm.

Realizing the position you two were in, chuuya blushed, evading your gaze. 

You were quick to notice, smirking.

"Flustered, are we?"

Straddling Chuuya, you sat up straighter, flicking your hair out of your face. At that moment, you could swear you saw Chuuya checking you out.

"Ah. I see why you're here."

Chuuya panicked. Did you really see through her plans?! If you figured it out, then her mission would practically fail.

"You're hear to woo the future queen and become ruler, aren't you?"

"Wh-what?! No!"

You giggled, leaning down to peck Chuuya's cheek. The simple action had her blushing furiously and hiding her face behind her hands. You gently held her hand, pulling at it to reveal her red face. 

Chuuya looked up from behind her lashes, too shocked to think straight. As you looked down at her with that stupid smile, Chuuya couldn't help but feel her heart start beating rapidly. 

You slowly began leaning closer to Chuuya, eyes trained on hers. Chuuya's lips parted in anticipation, and she kept glancing at your lips. They looked so soft.

Your smell, your closeness, it was all so intoxicating. Chuuya found herself getting lost in your aura. 

You were so close now. Just a hair's breadth away. If Chuuya leaned up ever so slightly, she'd be able to taste your lips.

Click

The metallic sound was enough to snap her out of the trance.

"You bitch!"

Chuuya tugged at her hands, but to no avail. You had cuffed her hands to the headboard.

Getting off the mattress, you looked down at Chuuya pitifully. 

The extreme change in your expression startled Chuuya. Were you acting all along? Were you manipulating her all this while?

"If you had done your homework about me, you would have known the most irritating trait of mine."

Chuuya frowned. She had done extensive research about the princess.

"Oh? And what's that?"

You glared down at her.

"I never lose."

With that, you stormed out of the room, not bothering to call the guards.

You would punish her yourself.

This could very well be fem! Dazai x Fem! Chuuya as the main character has such a Dazai vibe to her...

[havenoffandoms]

800 Followers Prompt List

In order to celebrate my newest milestone - 800 followers!!! - I decided to create this prompt list to encourage people to send in requests. I will be writing for the Witcher fandom, because this is my current rabbit hole and the one fandom that inspires me the most. Just send me an ask with a prompt and a pairing, and I’ll do the rest. I will also write reader-inserts if anyone wishes to request one of those.

Pairings I write for: 

M/M: 

Geralt x Jaskier, Geralt x Eskel, Geralt x Lambert; 

Eskel x Jaskier, Eskel x Lambert; 

Lambert x Aiden, Lambert x Jaskier.

M/F: 

Geralt x Yennefer, Geralt x Triss

Eskel x Yennefer, Eskel x Triss

Lambert x Keira

Jaskier x Anna Henrietta; Jaskier x Priscilla

and any of the witcher characters in reader-insert style. 

I also write smut. See below the cut for the promp list :)

“I’m in love with you. Please, don’t leave me.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“You’re in love with them, aren’t you?”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“I thought you were dead.” 

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Love is overrated.”

“If you think I’m going to talk to you while you’re dressed like that, you’re wrong!”

“Do you ever actually use your cellphone?”

“You don’t need to protect me.”

“You fainted... right into my waiting arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You have to make a choice.”

“You have to remember.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“You know, it’s okay to cry.”

“You lied to me!”

“You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

“You need to wake up cause I can’t do this without you.”

“You’ll be the death of me.”

“The only thing hotter than seeing your orgasm is seeing your smile.”

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”

“From the minute I met them, there was no choice. They’re smart. They’re strong. They resent their parents enough to go for a person like me. Also they’re crazy hot.”

“What do you mean, I’m not scary? I literally nearly scared the life out of a man?” “You literally scared a little saliva and a little urine out of him.”

“When someone your age dies, you instinctively want to hear it was of something that could never happen to you. Well, it’s the same with divorce.”

“I get to stay home and plan the death of Dora the Explorer. Fill her backpack with bricks and throw her into the Candy Cane River.”

“You don’t ‘take a run’ at a person. You woo them. You make them feel special.” “Hey honey, look at this. It’s a picture of my butt.”

“I don’t like you.” “I’ll get over it.”

“You’re one of the most beautiful person I know, and you don’t even know it.” “No, I know it.”

“Why do you always have to throw wet blankets on my dreams?” “I do not.” “Yes you do. And you know what I end up with? Wet dreams.”

“So you’re gonna throw me under the bus?” “Oh, I’m gonna throw you so hard I might even win a stuffed animal.”

“Who wouldn’t be angry if you ate all the cereal and faked your death for three years?”

“Quick, catch the cat it stole my coin pouch!”

“I feel like I was just hit by a car... wait, I did? And it was YOUR car?”

“I can’t believe I’m sitting in a dungeon with you of all people.”

“So why do I have to punch that guy?”

“I may have accidentally sort of adopted five goats.”

“I hope you know that my name is actually _____”

“Please stop petting the prisoners.”

“Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

“So what if I broke my arm, I’m still doing it.”

“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am?”

“I’m like 75% sure this won’t explode in our faces.”

“You know how my people are, we would destroy ourselves just for spite.”

“Wait, is that what you were trying to do? I’m sorry, I would’ve taken you much more seriously if I knew.”

“Let’s not blow the extortion charge out of proportion. My boss was just a sore loser.”

“Of all things, you would have thought that the rain was innocuous enough. Turns out, nothing is innocuous in this Gods forsaken place!”

“It’s illegal to make unauthorized species. But it’s also illegal to kill endangered species. Thankfully, I only did one of each.”

“The secret ingredient isn’t human flesh, that’s all I can say.”

“Where’s the king?” “He’s being chased by a wyvern. It’s an old tradition, you see.”

“If I serenade for you, will you strip for me?”

“This is new.”

“Make me.”

“Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“If you steal the blankets, I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Try it.”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“The thought of losing you scares me.”

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

[mochismilesbrighterthansun]

Fragmented Glass

Chapter 3

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

Warnings: This story deals with a miscarriage. Mentions of death. Dubious consent (not in this chapter). Semi Smut.

Word Count: 5,165

Genre: Angst, Smut, Enemies to Lovers.

Summary: You had the choice of an arranged marriage, upon meeting Namjoon he acted as if he actually cared for you but as time passed you realize that this would not be a fairy tale.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, if any of the topics above make you uncomfortable please don’t read.

With a small duffel you walked inside Namjoon’s home. You couldn’t bring yourself to call it yours after his hurtful words. This meant nothing to him. A simple give and take. You moving back in with him only meant you could not succeed on your own. You were doomed to repeat the past again and move in with a man who felt little to nothing for you.

“Our room is upstairs, I’ll have the maid help you take your belongings.” he tried to pull your duffel from your shoulder but you refused moving away from his touch.

“I got it, thanks.” you muttered going upstairs.

“The far one. That’s ours.” he said again.

You didn’t acknowledge his comment and continued to walk, until you reached the door. You opened it and walked inside fearful. Fearful to be hurt worse than last time. Namjoon walked passed you and left his belongings on the small night stand. The bed was king sized and it was fitted with dark sheets.

You dropped the bag on the floor and looked around the cold room.

“You can get whatever you need, or want. I will have Nari order you new credit cards.” his voice surprised you, you turned away from him and began looking through the stuff in his room.

“Thanks that’s not necessary.” you muttered.

Namjoon didn’t acknowledge your comment and proceeded to get ready for bed. You did the same and went to bed not asking anything else. Right now everything would sound pathetic. He had saved you again. And you were afraid this time the price to pay would be worse than that first time.

The next day you woke up to an empty bed. You touched the side of the bed Namjoon had occupied and it felt lacking warmth. He had left much earlier. You got ready and headed to the hospital to see your dad. You messaged Yoongi to let him know you were on your way. And you both agreed to meet there.

“Somehow you manage to look worse each time I see you.” Yoongi mumbled sipping on his coffee.

“Somehow you manage to sound like more of an asshole every time I see you.” you replied.

He laughed at that, “I am just saying. Did you go back to him?” He leaned against the chair in the waiting area.

“I had to, he just … it’s the only way.” you defended weakly.

“I know your dad is not well but you really don’t care about how badly he can hurt you?”

“Yoongi please stop, I made the decision. It’s done, I can’t go back now.” you sighed heavily.

“I know. Listen just try to make the best of it.”

You smiled sadly, “I’ll try.”

“Y/N?” Taehyung called out.

Your face lifted immediately. “Yes?”

“You can go in to see your father, he is awake.”

You jumped from your seat and followed Taehyung to your father’s room. When you finally entered the room was dimly lit, your dad was hooked onto various machines. You took a seat next to him as his eyes fluttered open.

“Y/N.” his voice came out in a rasp.

“Shh dad. Please don’t strain yourself.”

A smile ghosted his lips, “I thought… I thought you were mad at me… for … for forcing you into a loveless marriage.” you swallowed at that.

“Dad, I love Namjoon.” it wasn’t a lie.

“Does… Is he …. Does he share it?”

Tears pricked your eyes. He meant Namjoon didn’t love you.

“Dad, you didn’t force me to marry him.” you tried to steer away from the love topic. “It was my decision.”

“You … you felt obligated…. Because I failed as a father…. I failed to educate Aiden….” he took a harsh breath and you tried to get him to stop talking but he shook the oxygen mask you were handing him away. “I failed again because here you are again..”

Your hands shook at his words.

“No dad, I’ve never regretted marrying Namjoon.” that was part lie and part truth. The selfish masochist part of you didn’t care he didn’t love you or the hell you were living with him because all you wanted was to have him close and be able to call him yours. To know you shared a home. But that was the whole extent of it. He wasn’t your friend. You didn’t know much of him and vice versa.

“I want you to do what makes you happy….. Please… I can’t be ….” he wheezed and you placed the oxygen mask on.

You were openly crying now but he was too weak to realize. Once you were sure he was asleep you went to walk out of the room. You closed the door quietly and covered your mouth to prevent any sounds from coming out. You rested your forehead against the door and squeezed your eyes shut.

“What happened?” Namjoon’s voice caused you to jump.

“What are you doing here?” you were confused, you didn’t remember him saying he would meet you here.

When he saw your tear stricken face his perfect features automatically marred with concern, in three strikes he reached you and grabbed your face with his hands softly and delicately, as if he feared you might break. With his thumbs he cleaned your tears.

“What happened?” he repeated.

“He is just so… so sick Namjoon.” you closed your eyes and began to cry again, and for the first time in probably ever he pulled you in for a hug. He rested his chin on the top of your head and hugged you tightly to his body. He tried to sooth you by doing circles on your back.

“It’s going to be okay, we are going to get him the treatment he needs. Olivia and Taehyung are going to take care of him.” you felt his voice rumble through his chest. You didn’t want to move too afraid of the spell breaking. He had never shown you any type of concern. Not even when your child.. You couldn’t even think about it. “Have you eaten breakfast?”

You shook your head, “I am not hungry.” you mumbled still crying.

He pulled you away from him and you almost whined at the loss of warmth, he smiled at you and cleaned your tears once again.

“You have to eat something. We can order for delivery or go have breakfast somewhere.”

“I want to go home.” you didn’t look at him waiting for him to correct you in your statement.

“Let’s go then.” he motioned for you to walk ahead of him

                                 »»————-　　————-««

When you arrived home he seemed determined to be nice to you. You weren’t sure if it was because of your father’s illness that he decided to be nicer to you. But you were afraid, if him being detached and cold would not allow you to get over him this would definitely not cushion the blow when all of this fell over.

You both walked inside the house, it was early and it felt awkward. Unaware of Namjoon’s intentions with all of this you felt concerned.

“Namjoon why did you go to the hospital?” your curiosity got the better of you.

Namjoon was giving you his back and you tried to walk around to see his face but he quickly moved, “I didn’t know I needed permission to go see my in law.” his tone was clipped and cold, a completely different tone than the one he used in the hospital.

“I didn’t mean it like that Namjoon, I just thought that since you had gone into the office you were going to be there all day and -”

“Is it because you had plans with Yoongi and I ruined them?” his voice was raised.

Your face contorted in confusion, “I don’t know what you’re talking about -”

“Really?, because he was there when I got there. He is always around you, rounding you worse than Jimin and I want to know what’s going on since you are still my wife!”

“Can you stop and listen to yourself for two seconds!, Yoongi is my friend. And he will always be around me -”

“I don’t want him around.” he interrupted you. All softness had been drained from his features and in its place there was only discontent and anger.

“Well I don’t know what to tell you.” you crossed your arms across your chest.

His jaw clenched and you saw his shoulders square. Without another word he turned and began walking towards the entrance.

“Namjoon!” you yelled after him.

He stopped but didn’t turn around. “I lost my appetite.”, he resumed walking out of the house.

You were left to cry on your own. You went upstairs and went inside one of the guest rooms. Unable to stop yourself you realized how hard this was all going to be. This was the second time you left a bedroom that was deemed for the both of you and decided to sleep elsewhere.

At some point you fell asleep. But loud screams woke you up. You got up carefully from the dark room and opened the door to hear the screams louder. They were coming from downstairs and from Namjoon.

“I am telling you she is not here! ….” there was a pause. “Her phone is here but she isn’t I need you to find her!, it’s night Seokjin.” he screamed into the phone. “She is not at the hospital I checked.” you weren’t sure what Seokjin was saying on the other end but it seemed to enrage Namjoon even more. “Fucking help me find her instead of giving me useless marriage advice.” he ended the call then and threw the phone on the couch.

Carefully you went down the stairs barefoot and saw Namjoon in only his pant suit and a white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. When you reached the end of the stairs you weren’t sure if to make a sound. He sighed loudly and turned around. He jumped at the sight of you. He took in your swollen eyes and barefoot and didn’t know what to say.

“I was in one of the empty bedrooms.” you said quietly.

His shoulders sagged and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Just then his phone went off. He made no move to answer it. Instead he looked back at you.

“Did you have a chance to eat?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I am not hungry, I have a headache so I am probably going to go back to bed.” you turned to go back up the stairs but he reached for your arm pulling you to him.

“I can order something, it’s no problem.” He said it so softly you almost fell for it again.

But you shook your head. Not wanting to fall into his trap once again.

“Thank you, I’ll just go upstairs and take a pill and go back to sleep. I’m fine.” You pulled on your arm and went back upstairs into your bedroom.

You missed the way Namjoon stared at you longingly as you walked up the stairs. And the little squeeze his eyes made in relief to have found you safe. Or earlier how crazed he had been when he didn’t find you anywhere. In his own stupidity he didn’t even think about checking on the rest of the bedrooms thinking you were too upset to even be in this place. Because anyone was better than him. Anyone who you weren’t forced to be around would be so much better than him.

His phone went off once again, he reached for it seeing his brother’s name on the caller ID. He declined the call only to get a message almost instantly.

Seokjin: I know you are mad because you think Olivia and I are against you. But we really want you to be happy.

He began typing but erased it several times.

Namjoon: .. She was here. Thanks.

He locked the phone and went to look for you upstairs. You were curled up on the far end of the bed. He couldn’t tell if you were awake or not. He went around the bed to face you. Your eyes were closed but the lids were still swollen.

He was so tired of making your life miserable. But he could not let you go. He would never admit what his siblings had realized so quickly. He would never give in. He went back to the bathroom to take a shower and go to bed.

                                          »»————-　　————-««

You stretched on the bed feeling your limbs slightly numb. You glanced at the clock on Namjoon’s side, the blaring red numbers said nine am. You got out of bed and grabbed your silk robe from the chair, the robe reached barely your knees. You went downstairs to get coffee ready and saw a shadow in the kitchen. You went inside to find a lady cleaning the counters. You jumped at the sight.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” the lady went around the counter to check on you.

“It’s okay, I am sorry I didn’t know.” you glanced at her and you recognized her immediately. “Susan,” you breathed. “I didn’t know you had stayed with Namjoon.”

Susan smiled warmly. “Yes, after he moved here by himself I couldn’t bear him being by himself. I practically raised that boy.” you smiled back at her. “I am glad you decided to go back to him.”

“Yes,” you looked around, “I missed him.” you whispered as if it was a secret.

But Susan only covered her mouth to muffle her laughter. “I am afraid so did Namjoon.”

You were about to ask about it when the doorbell rang.

“Coffee should be just about ready, I will get the door.” she walked away and you stayed in the kitchen. Until you heard her voice.

“Can you tell Namjoon I am here and want to speak to him?” Nari’s voice made your skin crawl.

You exited the kitchen and you could tell the surprise in her eyes as she saw you.

“Y/N.” she breathed putting a hand over her heart.

“Susan, Namjoon is showering I will let him know his secretary is here.” you said sweetly but meaning to somehow hurt her.

“It’s not necessary, I can just wait.” she said desperately.

Her words replayed in your head. “He would have married me if he would have had the chance.”  

“It’s not a problem Nari really.” you smiled and went upstairs to find Namjoon.

You heard the shower still going and didn’t even knock, you just went inside. He was in the shower still, you felt in a trance as you saw the water gliding on his body. He was giving you his back, allowing you a full view of his ass and you couldn’t help but stare.

You shook your head and got closer to the glass, you tapped on it twice before you fully got his attention. He rubbed his eyes to brush the excess of water off and smiled smugly. He poked his head out of the glass as if he wouldn’t have listened to you regardless.

“Your girl is here.” He smiled widely his dimples in full display, you were about to turn around and walk away but he spoke.

“I see her, does she want to join me?” he responded.

He thought you were talking about you. It took you two seconds to unwrap your robe and let it fall to the floor, and before you fully took off your silk camisole you were already inside underneath the water spray. Namjoon didn’t take his hands off of you as he all but ripped your panties. He began kissing you desperately and you returned it fully.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he squeezed your hips. You felt his hardness against your stomach and moaned at the contact. He swallowed your moan and began trailing kisses down your throat.

“Fuck..” he groaned when you reached for his dick and wrapped your hand on it. “I’m not going to last long babygirl.” he reached for the back of your thighs and lifted you, your back hit the glass as you fully wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Fuck me Namjoon.” he groaned at your words, you felt his tip at your entrance and in one push he was fully inside of you. You buried your face on his neck and began placing wet kisses.

“Keep doing that and you won’t be able to fucking walk when you get out of this shower.” he growled.

Deliberately you slightly bit his neck.

“You asked for it.” he began pounding you then, pulling out and then pushing inside. “Fuck you’re so wet for me.” His pace was relentless as he chased his high. “It’s only for me right?” you bit into his skin again.

“Only for you Namjoon.” that seemed to renew his energy, he kept pushing into you faster and faster. He reached for your clit and began doing sloppy circles. You came almost instantly.

“Squeeze my dick baby, that’s right..” you felt his cum almost instantly.

He was breathing hard against your skin. After a while he slowly put you down.

“You okay?” he asked when you were standing on your own.

“Yeah,” you smiled almost sleepily. “I’m perfect.” you turned around and grabbed the soap and began lathering yourself up.

He did the same, you both showered quietly after that. You had a fluffy robe around your body as you lay down in the bed and saw with satisfaction as he dressed himself. You loved these little moments with him but you knew he was about to be really angry.

“Namjoon?” your voice came out soft almost in a whisper, but he heard it and turned his full attention to you. “Nari is waiting for you downstairs.” You didn’t look at him as you said this. “I am sorry I didn’t tell you before, I got distracted.”

You jumped as you heard his laugh, you turned to him shocked as he was putting his tie on but his body was shaking in laughter. You stayed seated as he approached you still laughing. He bent slightly to catch your lips in a soft kiss.

“Baby, please get distracted more often.” you were staring at him wide eyed, he kissed you again and went back to the mirror to finish doing his tie. “Why don’t you go let her know I’ll be right down.” he winked at you and went back into the bathroom.

You were shocked at his attitude. You would think he would be mad at your actions. And they were selfish. You knew she was going to feel horrible but you didn’t know what got into you in those moments.

You went downstairs and you realized she was going to know. And you felt bad but at the same time you didn’t. When she heard the stairs she stood up immediately. When she saw you, you saw her reaction and you did feel bad for a minute. The words replayed again and the feeling was gone.

“He will be right down.” you said and went straight to the kitchen.

You knew Namjoon was miserable with you but you couldn’t let her see how much you knew. Maybe keeping the fantasy would help you somehow. After a few minutes you heard his voice coming from the living room. You didn’t wanna go outside afraid of the treatment you would get. But Namjoon came inside the kitchen closely followed by Nari.

“Do you have any plans for today Y/N?” he asked directly.

“I might go visit my father, but that is about it.”

He handed you an envelope. “These are your credit cards, if you go to the hospital let Olivia know to proceed with the treatment. I talked to her about it yesterday but I know she wanted to talk to you too. I have a couple of meetings but if you need me to cancel them and go with you to the hospital tell me.”

Nari and you seemed to have the same reaction.

“Namjoon, you can’t cancel those meetings -” he silenced her with a look.

You didn’t want to push but you wanted to know if he would. “I would actually like if you would go with me, there are some things I don’t understand and if you could be there to explain I would really appreciate it.”

He nodded, “Nari make sure Seokjin takes these meetings and if he can’t have Sunjun take over.”

She looked angry more than anything.

“Of course sir.” this was the first time you ever heard her addressing him like that. With anger and completely detached. She left after that, fuming. She didn’t acknowledge your presence at all afterwards.

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“We will start the treatment today.” Olivia stated as she moved paperwork around. “His health is delicate but I am hoping this treatment will benefit him.”

Not thinking you grabbed Namjoon’s hand. His head jerked in the direction of your hands and then to you. He squeezed your hand and you glanced at your joint hands missing Olivia’s small smile at the sight.

“Can I see him today?”  

“No I would rather you wait a couple of days.” She handed you the papers. “The first couple of days are critical and I would rather him to be as isolated as possible. I promise as soon as I deem it safe I will contact you to come see him.” she promised with a soft smile.

You grabbed the paperwork and scribbled your signature on a couple of them. “What is this?” you asked as you read the top line on one of the sheets.

“Oh sorry, that is a DNR form.” Olivia explained.

“Is that necessary?, I do want extraordinary measures taken.” you said softly still staring at the sheet of paper.

“That is only in case and I don’t think your father is there.” he pulled the sheet of paper from your hands and ripped it. “Olivia did you check the documents before you gave them to her?” his voice sounded slightly angered.

“Sorry Namjoon, I did check them I don’t know how that got mixed up.” she explained.

A phone began ringing and Namjoon reached into his suit to get his phone. He sighed, “One second.” he said rising from his seat and exiting.

You rose as well after staring at his retreating figure, “Thank you for everything Olivia.”

“No problem, I will personally look after your father.” she got up and followed you outside.

You saw Namjoon talking on the phone, his free hand was lodged inside his pocket. You stared at him for a moment.

“I see you guys are getting along better. I am glad.” Olivia spoke, attracting your attention.

She meant you grabbing his hand, “Oh no I don’t know why I did that.” you grabbed on your neck not staring at her. “I just don't know.”

“Listen I know how you feel for my brother -” your head jerked to finally face her and then back to Namjoon. Just in time to see him walking towards you.

“Thank you Olivia, for everything.” you looked at her pleadingly hoping she would not keep on going with the same conversation.

“No problem Y/N.” she hugged you. “We need to have lunch one of these days.”

“Of course.” you agreed.

She turned to Namjoon. “Brother.” she extended her arms. “Always a pleasure.” she muttered against his chest.

“Yeah Olivia, I am sure.”

She chuckled, “Maybe you should listen to me more, you know girls are always right.”

He rolled his eyes. “Sure.” he motioned for you to start walking.

You walked to the parking lot and he opened the door for you. You waited for him to go around and enter the car.

“We need to stop by the office,” he said, “Just a quick stop.” he clarified.

“That’s fine.” you agreed but you dredded this. You knew Nari was the one to call him and you just knew she wanted to see him.

The hospital was close to his company. He didn’t need to park, someone grabbed the keys from him and opened your door. You walked closely behind him until he stopped and waited for you to catch up with him. You both entered the elevator and he pressed the last button.

“It won’t be long I promise.”

“Yes that’s fine.”

When the elevator doors opened he motioned for you to exit first. This was the first time he had ever brought you here. You walked a little slower looking at the sights around you. The elongated windows across the walls and the paintings. You were mesmerized. Namjoon walked a little slower to make sure you weren’t left behind.

As soon as you reached a glass set of doors he opened the door for you and then you saw her. Sitting behind a wooden desk. It was big, she had a computer in front of her and several documents scattered across her desk. As soon as she heard steps her head jerked to look for Namjoon. You were sure she knew it was him. Her smile disappeared when she saw you.

“Namjoon.” she breathed, but her gaze was solely focussed on you.

“What was the emergency Nari?” he asked, almost bored.

“There is a gala.” her tone was unsure.

Namjoon groaned. “That was the emergency?,” his voice rose.

“Yes, Maximilian brought the invitation himself he said he needed to talk to you.”

“Is he still here?”

“Yes inside the conference room.” she was desperate to get him to stay and send you away.

“Y/N?” your head turned to face him. “Can you wait for me in my office, this won’t take long.” it didn’t matter if it did. You would still wait for him.

“I can wait here, it’s not a problem.” he gave you a look. “Or inside your office.” you smiled and went inside his office.

As soon as you were inside Namjoon looked at Nari with a glare. “Don’t you ever call me in for something like this.” without another word he headed into the conference room.

Nari stared after his retreating figure and then towards the office where you waited. As soon as Namjoon entered Maximilian rose from his seat.

“Namjoon.” he greeted with a smile. “So good to see you again.” he reached for a hug that Namjoon returned.

“Maximilian, you should have told me you wanted to talk. Would have made an appointment.”

“I came to deliver an invitation personally and your secretary said she could get you here in no time. Guess she wasn’t lying.”

Namjoon smiled. “What can I do for you?” he asked.

“You can tell me who you walked in here with for starters,” he said.

All humor drained from Namjoon’s face.

“Maximilian I am going to have to ask you to respect my wife.”

“Oh you dog where did you find her?”

“Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Damn, she is that important to you? Won’t even talk about her.”

“I’m leaving Max.”

“Okay, okay jeez.” he sighed and pulled something from his suit pocket. “This is an invitation to the gala, it’s a charity gala.”

“Did you need something from me specifically?” he grabbed the invitation and opened it.

“We are auctioning weekends.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “I ask for a property and whoever pays the highest gets to spend a weekend in it. I know you have a house in Hawaii and in Miami. I wanted to know if we could borrow the properties.”

“I see.” he read the first couple of lines of the invitation. “Of course, I will have someone arrange for them to be clean.”

“Knew I could count on you.”

“What other properties have you asked for?” he wondered.

“Uhm, a couple of houses here and there. Did you know Jimin has a castle?”

Namjoon eyed Maximilian and leaned against the leather chair.

“No shit, what for?”

Maximilian chuckled. “My thought was the same. He said he bought it for a princess. Didn’t know the guy was in love. When I asked him who the lucky girl was he just shrugged and changed the subject. But I definitely want to know who this mystery woman is.”

Namjoon didn’t realize he was clenching his fists.

“Anyways, I have to go. I have one more person to see. I’ll see you at the gala.” he stood and after shaking Namjoon’s hand he left the room.

Namjoon rose from his seat still clutching the invitation. It was dented and no longer in pristine conditions. He just knew that Jimin was referring to you, and if he wasn’t such a possessive asshole he might have let it go. He wondered who held your affections. Whether it was Jimin or Yoongi.

He breathed in deeply for a couple of seconds and then proceeded to go find you. When he opened the door he found you staring at a photograph. He knew by the frame which one it was. It was on your wedding day, he was staring at you while you laughed about something. When he had seen it  he had found it so corny but for the life of him he couldn’t get over how carefree you looked, you almost looked happy to have married him.

You clutched the frame in your hands and stared at it. Namjoon was smiling while looking at you, you caressed his face through the glass wondering why he was looking at you like that. It was cruel because it was something you couldn’t have and it was being dangled in front of you and you couldn’t do anything about it. You almost smashed the frame in anger mixed with sadness.

“Careful not to mess with my decorations.” you jumped at the sound of his voice.

You placed the frame carefully back on his desk.

“I never saw that picture before.” you said motioning to it.

“Seokjin brought it. He said it gave a good impression to have your significant other picture somewhere.” he was lying through his teeth. But he would never admit that he had skimmed through the pictures and picked that one in particular. Even had Nari find him the perfect frame for it.

You sighed. “Yeah I imagined it was something like that.”

He frowned at that.

“You ready to go?” you nodded and walked away from the desk he spent most of his time on.

“Yeah I am.”

You left the office with him by your side. He made no move to talk to Nari before leaving and you wondered if they had talked already. You hated these thoughts plaguing your mind but you couldn’t help it. You glanced one time at Nari only to catch her staring at Namjoon. The way he looked at him?, that was one more stab to your poor feeble heart.

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The Ghost (Part 2)

Pairing :Wrench x Reader

AO3 Link

Summary:

“So. You a big fan of hackers?”

“I guess you can say that. ” You may not be able to make a coherent string of codes but you know that vague code speak means: He’s in the group.

Note: 

Here's the look reader has in this chapter!

(The helmet and biker suit is the main canonical look reader has cuz it's important to the fic, underneath you can insert your own look)

Chapter 2: Fresh Air and Graffiti

You woke up to the smell of your grandmother’s cooking, checking your phone revealed it was 8 in the damn morning. God you weren’t ready for the strong smells so early in the morning. Looks like Ripley wasn’t either considering she was already away and giving you her big ole puppy eyes that just scream “Walk time? Walk time!”.

Such a sweetie.

“Let’s get you some breakfast first before we can think of any w-a-l-k-i-e-s, alrighty?” Oh gosh, she gave you a little nod and a gentle ruff, you’re gonna get killed by the cuteness of a pup. Not by any of those burly men with guns that you’re so used to on the job, and obviously, you welcome this kind of death with open arms.

Getting up, you cleaned yourself up from the rest of your grogginess and went to the kitchen to fill up Ripley’s food bowl but not before taking a puff of your daily asthma medicine.

Gah… The smell of dried fish was getting more and more prominent now. The dried fish your grandma makes for the conge tastes so good but god it smells like the ocean flooded the house and dried up.

“Mom! Did you really have to make that fish so early in the morning?” Looks like your aunt was up and at ‘em too now. Strong smells always did make her grumpier.

“ It takes so long to fully seep and cook this fish so I should just cook it now! ” Your aunt looked as if she was going to pop a blood vessel already.

“Mom. Now the whole house smells like fish. You could have made it tomorrow or even later today!” You just sighed as your aunt and grandma argued, you really didn’t want a headache so early in the morning…

Ripley was done eating her breakfast so it was time to go for some walkies. Maybe Ripley will make some friends in this neighborhood? You brought out some body spray for yourself to put on once you’re out of the house, your emergency inhaler, then finally you put the pit-bull on her leash. Hopefully a walk around will ease your headache a bit.

So far so good.

It was sunny and surprisingly nice out, your little pup was letting out some energy and you got some fresh air. You finally arrived at a small dog park, certainly not the park Clara told you about. That hideout is about 20 more minutes away from where you’re currently at.

You sat at one of the benches to give your feet some rest, your little pit-bull laid down next to you on the bench, her head on your lap and wanting you to pet her as you two relaxed. You smiled before slowly starting to go into a daze, your eyelids drooped a bit from the nice temperature and your little friend snored away on your lap before your mind finally started to dream away as you stared into space.

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Run.

You needed to run.

You have to get out of here.

Opaque silhouettes slithered after you, their limbs contorting as they ran on all fours, letting out whaling cries as if trying to coax you into stopping. Its grotesque body leaving mucus in its wake.

But it didn’t work.

It only made you run faster.

Faster and faster until--

You choked.

The air was knocked out of you as one of the silhouette’s slimy, long arms grabbed one of your legs causing you to fall forward. You tried to crawl away, your nails scratching the concrete below to no avail. You looked behind you to see the mass of disgusting limbs catching up to you, still holding onto your captive leg.

As you continue to try to get away from the creature, you see another silhouette step in front of you and kneel down, and outstretched as if saying “Here. Let me help you up”. This one was different from the ones trying to chase you, they weren’t contorted or slimy nor did they have any extra limbs on their body.

You were so close to reaching for that gentle hand when--

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“Excuse me?” You woke up from your daydream by that new voice trying to get your attention. Looking up, you see a man (probably just a couple years older than you) wearing dark lensed glasses and had a light moustache and a soul patch. You also noted the shirt he wore.

Dedsec.

You wanted to snort. The Chicago branch would instantly kick that person out for wearing something so blatant. They’d hate seeing their name with a face.

“Hey, uh, sorry for intruding, I just wanted to pet your dog. Don’t really see many Pitbulls in this neighborhood.” You raised an eyebrow, most people would be terrified of Ripley and cross the street from you two (Granted, she is a big dog with large scars and cropped ears, you can’t fully blame them for being intimidated.) But you gave the man a little nod, he seemed nice enough.

“Sure, she’d love the attention.” The man immediately went to work, giving Ripley little scratches behind her ears, cooing as she gave him some kisses.

“What’s her name?”

“Ripley.”

“As in Ellen Louise Ripley ?”

“Yep. They’re both super tough, so, I just named her accordingly.” You mumbled, god it’s been so long since you had social interaction with a new human. The man just chuckled.

“I can tell, she definitely looks like she been through some stuff.”

You let out a little hum, “She was rescued from one of those dog fighting rings.” He nodded.

“Poor girl. Looks like she’s in better hands now though.” You chuckled as you scratched behind Ripley’s cropped ears, your eyes wandered back to the man’s Dedsec shirt. Honestly you can’t tell if he’s just a big fan or actually part of the group.

“So. You a big fan of hackers?”

“I guess you can say that. You into what Dedsec has to say?” You may not be able to make a coherent string of codes but you know that vague code speak means: He’s in the group.

“They have some good points. Highlighting vulnerabilities and weaknesses in the CTOS systems, showcasing how Blume truly acts. It’s like embarrassing the prom king on stage, I’m all for that.” The man raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

“You seem to have your share of Dedsec knowledge.”

“I’m from Chicago, they’re a pretty big deal there too. Dunno about here.”

“That explains it. Heard they released some pretty big blackmail over there.” You gave the man a nonchalant hum. Dedsec’s blackmail, huh? Aiden did most of the work though…

“I heard that too.”

Checking the time it was already almost 12 pm, that fuckin online college got you on a damn leash. Plus, you were getting pretty hungry, you did skip out on breakfast in favor of feeding Ripley.

“Well, I need to be on my way now. Hope you have a nice day.”

“Oh, you too. I’m Marcus by the way. I have a feeling I might see you again.” Well that sounds only mildly ominous, but, certainly not the worst you’ve heard. The taller man reached out his hand for a handshake, to which you reluctantly shook and gave Marcus your name.

“It was nice meeting you, Marcus.”

You nudged Ripley a bit to let her know you two were heading home now only for her to whine a bit but obliging. Yeah, you don’t wanna smell like fish again but… You really needed to at least finish the week’s assignments. You gave Marcus a final goodbye wave as you walked home with your dog by your side.

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You flopped onto your bed in defeat.

Why the fuck did this online school have to give you so much work every week? Well, you managed to do a few weeks worth of work and should be free earlier for Dedsec work.

Speaking of, it’s almost time to meet your new “coworkers”. It's time to suit up.

Donning your binder, biker’s helmet and suit, you made sure to test out the helmet’s voice modulator and check for any kinks. Afterwards, it was time for some real clothes! The skin tight biker suit feels pretty breezy despite you not being actually naked. At least the binder makes you look like a super buff guy, not to mention the boots give you some extra height. You really need those 3 extra inches…

Let’s see…

Pastel week? Or maybe something vintage? Or perhaps some fall colors would be nice! Sweaters always feel nice. But, it has been a while since you’ve done a punk week…

Well! It’s been decided!

Finally, you were ready for work. Giving Ripley a final forehead kiss and head pat, you headed for your destination.

Weird that a notorious hacker group put one of their hideouts in a nerdy tabletop shop. Then again, it doesn’t raise a lot of suspicion on the outside. Looking around, you see a bunch of people rolling their 20 sided dice on the tables. You always did want to play Dungeons and Dragons, never had the time to read up on it though. You walked towards the back, ignoring any wandering eyes. But no one really spoke up against you being there, they looked too scared to even try if they actually wanted to.

Aha. There was the entrance. You pushed in the pass-code Clara gave you and viola! You’re in. You took in the appearance of the entrance down the hackerspace. The graffiti is quite a look. Most of the Dedsec graffiti back home were mostly on CTOS ads or other signposts, this is a stark contrast from those dark hacker rooms in Chicago. But, you certainly didn’t mind it. Actually heading into the space itself revealed it looked more like a hacker’s man cave or hangout spot than a big name hacker group meet up room. Dedsec’s name was graffitied around every inch of the room, the table in the middle was filled with snacks, beers, and some computer equipment, and there were some really old rage comics memes near the 3d printer area.

Looks like you’re the first person here though. You sat at the sofa area, crossing your legs. God, the spaces back home needs a sofa like this instead of those rackety pull out chairs. Just as you were getting used to the appearance of… Everything. The sound of the sliding door and footsteps catches your ears. Guess it was introduction time.

Turning around and facing the first person you got to the space first, you were greeted with a familiar face.

“You guys should have seen Mr. Weak Chin’s face in perso--” The man locked eyes with you as you gave him a little wave.

Marcus. Your instincts had always been pretty on point.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” His hand was hidden behind him, probably reaching for a weapon to prepare himself from any surprise attacks. You only raise your hands to tell him you don’t mean any harm. Just as you were going to let him know why you’re here, the rest of the crew came down. Marcus wasn’t the only familiar face around here.

Your hidden eyes gazed into familiar digital Xs.

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The Lady in the Black Leather (Ch18)

catch up here: [chhapter 17]

Richard x Reader

Richard looks over at Graham, “How did shopping with Lee go for the supplies?” he asks.

“Lee?” you ask.

Graham, Aiden and Richard chuckle. “Lee Pace. He was at the party at my house, I believe he arrived after you did though, so you may not have been introduced to him.” Richard tells you. “He’s a good friend of ours.”

You giggle. “The King of Mirkwood being good friends with the Dwarves of Erebor!” you giggle again, and they all chuckle.

“Yeah, he’s not that bad once ya get to know ‘im Lass. Kinda uppity at first, but get a few beers in him and he loosens up and is pretty fun!” Graham teases.

“Oh, THIS I gotta see!” you tease back.

Richard just grins. “Not tonight, Sweetheart.” I think we’ve had enough excitement for one day!” he grins. “I gotta work tomorrow, so Graham’s gonna hang out with you for the day, okay?” he tells you. “I’ll come join you once I’m done filming for the day.”

You look at Graham surprised, and he grins and nods. “Okay.” You reply.

Scarlett gets up to put your messenger bag in the closet and sees your jacket, Rich’s grey shirt and the silver corset hanging on the hook.

“Hey! I just realized you weren’t all in black today!” Scarlett says as she looks at you from across the room. “Something was bugging me, and I couldn’t figure out what it was till now!” she giggles.

You roll your eyes. “That’s only because I didn’t have a clean black shirt with me and the one I was wearing yesterday seems to have disappeared since I went to bed last night!” you say, looking right at Richard with a raised eyebrow.

He gives you an evil smirk and Graham and Aiden bust up laughing. “Just watched a movie and cuddled then went to bed? My ass that’s all you did!” Graham teased, making Richard glare at him red faced.

You just giggled. “I’m sure it just got kicked under the bed when he offered me a shirt and sweatpants for pj’s last night. I tend to leave a trail of clothes when I get ready for bed…” you giggle.

“We were kind of in a hurry this morning when we realized what had happened and I couldn’t find my black shirt, so I just grabbed that one and threw it on so it’d kinda match the silver in the corset.” You explained, seeing Rich’s face get pink.

Suddenly you realize you have no idea what happened to your clothes. “OH! Please tell me they didn’t confiscate my clothes for the case! I JUST got that silver corset!!!! And those were my favourite leather pants!!!!” you bemoan.

Graham just chuckled. “It’s nice to see you in something other than black all the time, Sweetheart.” He tells you. “Don’t worry. Your corset and Rich’s shirt are hanging in the closet. We’ll just need to get you new laces for it. They cut them to get the corset off you quickly and we’ll have to get you new pants, since they just cut them off.

You frown. “Damn it! I loved those pants!!!” you pout.

Scarlett laughs. “Honey, we can get you another pair. I know which store they came from and what size you wear. But you won’t be needing them any time soon, Sweetie. You’re stuck in here for at least a week!” she tells you.

“WHAT?!?!?!” you exclaim. “OH HELL NO!” you say annoyed and try to get up. Both Graham and Rich move to stop you, each putting a hand on a shoulder and pushing you to lie back.

Richard frowns and looks over at Graham and Scarlett. “Sweetheart, look at me. You need to calm down.” He says looking up at the heart monitor that was beeping much faster than it had been a few moments ago. He turns your face to his. “Bullet wounds are not something to take lightly. They can easily get infected, Sweetheart! Luckily the bullet went clean through. They found it embedded in the door of my car.” He tells you.

You look at him surprised.

“They want to keep you in the hospital for a week to make sure it doesn’t get infected. You need to follow their instructions, okay?” he tells you firmly. “The more you cooperate, the sooner you will get out of here. IF you don’t do as you’re told, you could end up with an infection and could very well lose your leg, is that what you want?” he asks, frowning at you and raises an eyebrow.

You lower your eyes, “No.” you reply quietly.

“I thought so. Now be my good girl and just use this time to rest and let your leg heal. We will stay and keep you company when we aren’t having to be at work. They have a dvd/ blueray player here in your room, and the nurse tells me they have video games you can play, and we can bring up your laptop and other things for you to do.” He tells you.

“But who’s gonna check on the shop and go let the delivery drivers in when they come?” you ask. “Todd’s supposed to get a shipment of tea this week and I think he ordered some coffee to be delivered too!” you tell them.

“I will, sweetie.” Scarlett tells you. “I just need you to tell me which set of keys it is.” She says.

You nod. “Can someone get the keys from Alex then go to the shop and tape a note to the back door telling delivery drivers to call Scarlett’s phone # when they arrive, and she will come let them in to make the delivery?” You ask.

“I’ll do that tonight, Sweetheart. And I’ll leave a note on the front door explaining why the shop is closed and that it’ll reopen when Todd and you are fully healed.” Richard explains.

“Scarlett, I’ll drop the keys off with you after I’m done at the shop tonight. You’ll need to stop by the shop each afternoon and take the mail in as well.” He tells her. “Just put it on his desk with the delivery paperwork and he’ll take care of it when he gets back, or we can bring it up to him once he wakes up.”

Scarlett nods. “Ok. Just bring the keys to the Studio, I’ll get them from you there. Leave them with your assistant.”

You notice Phantom is getting antsy and looking around, he looks at you and whines a little. You frown. “What’s the matter boy?” you ask.

He whines and looks out the door. You glance over and don’t see anything. Then you realize he’s probably been inside for a while. “Do you need to go outside?” you ask. He lets out a short yip.

Graham chuckles and gets up. He digs around in the bag for the clip on container of dog poo bags and finds it. He clips it to the leash and says, “Come on Phantom, let’s go outside.” The dog trots over to Graham and waits for him to clip on the leash. They head out of the room and out to the grassy courtyard of the hospital.

“Sweetie, we’re gonna head out and go back to the apartment. Want us to bring you anything tomorrow?” Scarlett asks.

You think. “Just my laptop, for now. Just grab the backpack. It has everything in it. Anyone know where my phone went?” you ask.

Scarlett digs around in the closet and pulls it out of your coat pocket. “Here it is Sweetie.” She says as she hands it to you. You see the battery is almost dead. “Ugh, can you grab the charger cord out of my bag, Scar? The battery is almost dead.” You tell her.

She digs around in the messenger bag and finds the cord and hands it to Richard, who plugs it into the nearby wall outlet and hands you the end of the cord to plug into your phone.

“Thanks.” You tell them.

Scarlett comes and leans over the hospital bed railing. She gives you a hug. “See you tomorrow, Harley. Get some sleep.” She tells her friend.

You nod. “Sorry about fucking up the plans for the evening.” You apologize.

“You had no way of knowing what was gonna happen, Har.” Aiden tells you. “And you didn’t fuck up any plans. We didn’t really have anything planned yet. Just that we were gonna meet at my place and figure out something from there.” He replies, coming over and giving you a hug too. “Now get some rest and we’ll be back tomorrow to see how you’re doing.” He says grinning.

You wave bye to them and watch them head out.

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Singing Valentine’s

A/N: I know it isn’t Valentine’s Day but I was watching the Valentine’s episode of Glee and got inspired. Also don’t judge too harshly, I wrote this in like ten minutes

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Senior year of college was everything you thought it would be, well...almost everything. You had hoped love would find you some way or another during college but it seemed that the cards weren’t in your favor, so to speak. That was, until you met Professor Barnes. 

You had come back from the winter holiday a few days early to hang out with friends before the madness of your final semester started. You decided to trudge your way through the snow to go to a cafe downtown. When you stepped inside the inviting warmth of the coffee shop you noticed that every seat was taken. Dejected, you almost gave up when someone motioned for you to join them. 

“Thanks.” You replied, putting your coat behind your seat before sitting opposite the kind stranger. 

“Don’t mention it doll, not like I was usin’ it anyway.” He replied, you noticed his Brooklyn accent and quirked an eyebrow. What was someone from New York doing here in your small college town? Interesting. You managed to flag down a waitress and asked her for a latte. 

You and the stranger got to talking and he told you his name was Bucky and he had just moved here and was teaching a few classes this semester, though he forgot which ones. You and he had a lovely conversation that even veered towards flirty at times. You griped about having to walk in the increasing snow back to your apartment and he offered to give you a ride there. 

When he dropped you off at your door he had asked if he could see you again. You told him your number before he drove off and you went inside feeling better than you had this morning. 

On the first day of classes you noticed that you had Romanian 100 last. Normally, you wouldn’t take the language as your minor was Spanish but the class was one credit and it was offered to people whose major or minor was a romance language. The idea was that you had already learned one romance language so a second one would come more naturally to you. As you walked into the small classroom you noticed that there were only five other people there, making you the sixth. 

You were just about to double check the roster to make sure you were in the right place when you heard the door close and a pair of footsteps make their way over to the blackboard to write on it. 

“Hi everyone, my name is Professor Barnes, welcome to Romanian 100.” an all too familiar voice said. You snapped your head up to meet the familiar icy blue eyes that belonged to Bucky. His expression changed to shock for a fraction of a second before he smarted himself and looked elsewhere. 

That was a month ago and you were in despair. Obviously Bucky hadn’t reached out to you because that would be inappropriate, he was your professor after all. But that didn’t stop the two of you from exchanging flirty glances each others way when the others were doing their work. 

Your friends were hearing you gripe about it for what had to be the millionth time when you headed to choir practice that evening. You were in one of the many choral groups on campus. Some people said your group was the most elite but all you saw was a group of people who through the years became your friends. 

“Why don’t you tell him how you feel?” Christian asked. You rolled your eyes, Christian was many things, a hopeless romantic was one of them. 

“Yeah, he’s my professor so I don’t think that’ll work.” You retorted, taking you seat in the alto section. The director was making sure everyone was accounted for before he began. 

“Now, I know everyone is excited about Valentine’s Day and I am too. Which is why I’m bringing back a tradition that this group hasn’t done in a while.” The director announced. Excited murmurs filled the room as you all guessed about what tradition was coming back. 

“Is it spray painting the statue?” Christian guessed, raising a hand. 

“I’m pretty sure we would get expelled for that.” You replied. 

“It’s singing Valentine’s! You’ll be in groups of six and go around campus spreading the cheer.” Your director explained. “People will pay to have a Valentine sung to someone special. I’ve already put flyers up around campus and have lists for everyone.” 

The next two hours were spent in a flurry of excitement. Your group was yourself, Emily, Marissa, Christian, Ryan, and Aiden. The six of you would be singing “L-O-V-E” by Nat King Cole. After you all felt like you had a good handle on the song you agreed to meet at the campus library tomorrow at 9am to start singing. 

So now here you were, 10am and done your singing list for the day. If you were being honest with yourself, your throat hurt from singing and your feet hurt from walking. You were about to release everyone from their task before Christian whispered something in your ear. 

“You should have us sing to Professor Barnes.” 

“What?” You shot back, “Why?” 

“Tell him how you feel, in song, no time like the present. Plus, none of us have class for another two hours.” Christian answered. He had a point, well several. You straightened your back as you told your group you had one final stop to make. You led them down the winding path that led to Bucky’s office. 

You could feel your cheeks heat up as you walked past several other professors and administrators before you knocked on Bucky’s door. Being the only Romanian professor at the university he had an office to himself. 

“Come in.” You heard his husky voice call from inside. You took a final breath before you opened the door and walked in, followed by the rest of your group. 

“Y/N, what a pleasant surprise, what can I do for you?” He asked, blue eyes surveying everyone before landing on you again. It was unnerving. 

“Well Professor, it’s close to Valentine’s Day and my choir and I are tasked with singing around campus to people. Mind if we give you a sample?” You asked, like it was the most normal request in the world. 

“Sure doll, sing away.” He responded, voice cool as he gestured for you all to begin. You took a deep breath before you gave the starting note and everyone began to sing. You had the solo so you smiled before you started on the melody. 

L is for the way you look at me, O is for the only one I see. You sang as Christian grabbed your hand and playfully twirled you around. You smiled at him before turning your attention back to Bucky, who incidentally was eyeing Christian like he wanted to kill him. 

V is very very, extraordinary, E is even more than anyone that you adore. You walked in front of Bucky’s desk and placed your palms down on it as you leaned over to get closer to him, hoping he would get the message. 

Love is all that I can give to you, love is more than just a game for two. You circled around to his side of the desk and even though you knew it was risky you sat on it and crossed your legs. Bucky kept his eyes glued to yours, seemingly captivated by the beautiful melody coming out of your mouth. 

Two in love can make it, take my heart and please don’t break it. Love was made for me and you. You hopped off of his desk, gave him a wink, and then trailed back to the rest of your group. 

Love was made for me and you. You sang the final words as you looked right into the icy blue eyes that you dreamed about night after night. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day professor.” You whispered, before you and your group promptly turned around and left the office. You were just about to head out the door when your phone buzzed with a message. It was Bucky. 

Come back up to my office, I need to see you.

[the-silentium]

Wait for me to come home Pt. 7

Masterlist  Part 6

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader, Venom x Reader

Warning: Angst, fluff

Words: 5160 Words

It can be really cruel how the unconscious plays with someone's mind. It takes your worst fear and turns it against you in a horrible nightmare or takes the thing you want the most in the world and gives it to you in an illusory dream. You enjoy that so realistic dream so much and lose yourself in it. But then the unavoidable moment to wake up finally strikes. All the fantasies crumble down and reality hits you with a harsh slap across your face. You were imagining what never happened. Your reality is so full of shit. 

That's what happened to you. Your brother did almost die by your boyfriend's hand. You did call Sebastian for assistance after expelling Venom out of your apartment. You did sleep next to your brother and wake up next to him. But your brother accepting the fact that your boyfriend is the host of an alien definitely didn't happen. In fact, he doesn't even know. Your call to Eddie that day to try to find a solution didn't happen, so is your intimate moment with the symbiote. All the good moments and all the progress were in the end just a bunch of bullshit your mind made up to make you last another day. 

The accident occurred 7 days ago. Aiden returned home the day after the event still unable to talk. He asked you to go with him but you refused. You had to argue with him for almost an hour before he finally gave up. He wrapped a scarf around his neck to hide the blue yellowish skin and drove home safely. No need to tell that you got a frantic call this same evening. Aiden's wife, Sarah, was so scared that Venom would come back for you and finish the job that she begged you to come to their house for some time. It took a lot of talking but you got to stay in your home with the promise to call them every evening. Now all you have to do is think about what to do next. And change your door. 

Because Venom exploded your door handle. Again. Plus, the door frame has a hole where the latch bolt should go, so the door didn't stay closed. Not feeling like fixing it at the moment, you bought 3 door locks and put them on. It wasn't the best option but you couldn't care less. Your dad would definitely laugh at your crappy work and take the matter in his hands but he wasn't here, so crappy work it is. 

You tried to call Eddie, but you always end on voicemail. You knew that you didn't do anything wrong, but you couldn't help yourself but feel guilty. You didn't know why you just know that the feeling kept weighing on your mind. You didn't get much sleep because your brain wouldn't let you a second off. It was weird. You had so many thoughts at the same time, but you felt so empty. 

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The air conditioning hit you square in the face at the second the automatic door opens. You make your way in, waving at the security guard before getting in the elevator. You press the 15th-floor button without hesitation and close your eyes to muster up your strength to survive the day. Your only hope is that you will not see him at all. It hurts, even more, when you both glance at each other and he clearly goes out of his way to avoid you. You tried to corner him but you are no match with aliens supersense. He hears you coming from the other end of the building and disappears in a rush. 

Signing when the doors open, you put a smile on your face and starts the day with force. You wave at Kayla and goes for your office. You quickly send your last pictures to Sam and take in your new list. Easy ones. Yay. You fill some paperwork before grabbing your jacket and your camera. You double-check that your spare batteries are in the case before returning to the streets and hunt down your subjects. 

Few hours pass and your head is far away from your daily problems. You met some amazing people through your photoshoots and you return to the journal with new numbers in your contact list. On your way back, you meet Kayla and you both start to make plans for the week. You were both really excited for the new Lion King movie so you planned a movie night tomorrow night. What better than a Disney movie to return in your childhood and forget all about your adult worries?

Back at your office, a note is neatly written and lies on top of your keyboard. You immediately know who is the author because of the origami swan that keeps company to the little square of paper. Are you in for a little gala in my company? I would love to hear from you darling. We didn't see each other as much lately. I'll wait for your answer in my office.          -Kyle

You smile at the offer and immediately you want to say yes. Galas with Kyle are always interesting and enjoyable. What makes you hesitate though is that you have to pass Eddie's office to reach Kyle's. You breathe deeply, grab the little swan and reach the elevator. You smile to the people already in and press the 19th-floor button before trying to make yourself as little as possible. Your finger jump on your hips. Wow, the 4 floors that separate your two departments feel like an eternity today. 

Someone gets out at the 17th floor. Another one at the 18th. When the door on the 19th finally opens, you are tempted to stay in and enjoy the ride to the differents floors but people eye you like they know that this is your destination. You slowly step out and take in the calm atmosphere of the journalists area. People are typing at their computer, some are silently chatting in the break room while some others exchange opinions on an article. 

Your eyes are attracted towards a certain investigative reporter cubicle. Your heart skips a beat when you take in his tilted head. He looks too concentrated to notice your presence. Before tears drown your eyes you reach Kyle's office. You don't have time to knock that the door opens and his smiley face greets you. 

"Y/N! You are radiant as always dear!" He takes a step on the side to let you in.  

"Hi, Kyle. Thank you. You are pretty handsome yourself." You get in and take a seat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. He sits in the other and faces you, letting the door open. "So, we are going to a gala?" 

His hands join together in a satisfied motion. "So will you be my other half for tonight?" 

Short notice. Again. Journalism sucks sometimes but hey, you got to pass your time with the most gentleman being that ever existed. "You know I love this kind of event." You put your elbows on your knees and smile mockingly at him. "So, details?" 

Kyle reaches for a file on his desk. A very primitive part of you feels eyes on your neck. You get a bit uncomfortable and shift in your seat. You have a good idea of who's watching you but you can't help but scratch your neck in discomfort. The feeling passes soon after that and you release a breath you didn't know you were holding. 

"The gala is organized by…" 

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Eddie tuned out his friend. His right finger is taping uncontrollably on the desk while his eyes glare at the screen without seeing it. To hell his article. He already had a hard time concentrating when you weren't there, now that you are, his guilt resurfaced. With it is now mixed jealousy. 

You are once again paired with Kyle for a dressed-up event. You will dress for him and not them. You will dance with him, not them. He will be able to see you smile, but not them. Oh, how they miss it. How much they want to hold you in their arms again. How much they want to feel your lips on theirs. Your absence really weights on the symbiote and his host. 

Sure, Eddie refused your calls at first. His guilt was eating him alive and he was so scared that all you wanted to do was scream at them and ultimately end your relationship. It was understandable. He hurt you by hurting your brother and the fear in your eyes when Venom reached for you... it still haunted the symbiote. 

They didn't get much sleep the first day. They were too worried to rest or eat. It was a first. Venom didn't bug his host for food for a whole day. The second day has been really hard though. They were both lacking sleep and food. The cocktail resulted in a dozen of missing robbers, muggers and assholes. At the end of the night, when they felt like they drained all their frustration, they stealthily went to your window and watched you sleep for some time. Your brother must have returned home because he was nowhere to be seen and his sent was faint. You whimpered in your sleep causing Venom to unlock and open your window slightly. He wanted to comfort you like he always did but Eddie stopped him. You were better without them he said. They would only bring problems to you. Reluctantly, the alien took a step back and returned amongst the shadows. It broke him to let you behind but his host was most experienced than him in these situations.

Venom knew he did something bad to you and all he wanted was to apologize. Every time Eddie calls him a parasite, things go back to normal when he apologizes, so this situation is no different, right? Error, apology, back to normal. Easy really. But Eddie's stubbornness to stay away from you is complicating Venom's plan and is seriously starting to weight on his nerves. He misses you and his host won't do anything to repair the situation. 

Right now, the journalist can't help himself. He stares at your form and feels the symbiote move beneath his skin. It reassures him to know that the symbiote was still watching and not lurking in the pit of his body. They both fell in a quiet routine since Eddie burst Venom's bubble about their probably ended relationship with you. 

"I'll pick you up at 7." Kyle's voice forces Eddie back to reality. He doesn't have to turn his head to know that the male has an arm on the small of your back. The low hiss resonating in him tells him all he has to know. 

Ours. Venom low growl makes Eddie clench his jaw. 

Not anymore. 

You don't know for sure. You avoided her like a pussy. 

Shut up. Us falling apart… It's the natural way of things after what we've done. 

That's stupid. 

That's the truth. 

"Perfect." Your melodic voice gives goosebump to the brunette. "I'll be ready. See you tonight Kyle." The smile in your voice makes Venom's jealousy reach a peak. 

Eddie has to grab his desk with both hands to keep the symbiote in check. His knuckles had turned white by the time you reached the elevator and your smell disappeared with you. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was keeping and Venom settles a bit. 

We have a bad feeling about this gala, Eddie.

You are just jealous because she's not going with us. 

Eddie fells a low rumble shake his body. It is not jealousy. It is something more. 

Humming, Eddie tried to concentrate on his article again. Not to avail. The Venom's feeling was perturbing him too. He really wished that it was jealousy and nothing else. 

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19:08. Venom couldn't stay in place and has been chanting hungry hungry hungry for the past 20 minutes. Finally giving up, Eddie let his other take control but he had to promise to not approach the neighborhood of the gala. Grunting, Venom still engulfs his host and gets out of the apartment by the window. The fresh air of the evening invigorates the black alien. He swings through the air from building to building and stops only when your apartment building come to view. He stops on a nearby rooftop and pays attention to what's happening. Your lights are off, windows closed and your camera isn't on its usual spot. 

Disappointed, Venom returns to a more troublesome neighborhood with a goal in mind. Fill his stomach while keeping an eye out for you. The feeling in his gut keeps him on edge and every little sound catches his attention. 

It doesn't take long for him to find his first meal. A scream brings him to an alley where two men cornered a woman and forced themselves on her. Protectiveness flood through Venom making him barge in the scene like fire was surrounding him. He makes a quick job of biting the head off the first guy and proceeds to pass his anger on the second. He starts to beat the shit out of him, throwing him on the brick walls, crushing his leg under his own foot and terrorizing him with his toothy maw. When an unpleasant smell of urine reaches Venom's nostrils, he decides that the game is over. He finishes quickly in two bites and takes a moment to calm himself down when a hand touches his forearm. His head shot toward the source, baring his fangs, ready to attack.

The woman flinches, fear all over her face. The feeling of déjà-vu freezes the symbiote. At her place, he sees you standing there, scared of him. He immediately hides his fangs and retrieves his taloned hands from near you. He even takes a step backward before the woman speaks up. 

"Th-thank you for saving me." She shakes a little but stands her ground. Her hands move to grab the opposite upper arm in a self hug manner. 

Venom relax a little and crouch a bit, wanting to be a little less intimidating. The woman takes it as an invitation perhaps, because she moves forward and delicately touches his right cheek. It triggers a feeling the symbiote has been experiencing in the past days. He didn't like it one bit. The silent ache in his heart whenever something reminds him of you. The missing warmth on his skin every time you would merely brush at him. 

For days Venom wondered what caused the emptiness in him. He knew for sure that there was no physical hole, he searched for one 3 times. He tried to ask Eddie about it but only got silence as an answer. He tried searching on his host's computer. The thing always seemed to have all the answers to Eddie's questions. Only, the symbiote was met with a vocabulary he didn't understand one bit. Human emotions. 

Tonight, though, he finally understood what was wrong. The little spark in his chest was gone. Your spark. He always thought that you were the one who put it there and it made him feel special. Eddie had one too, of course, but now that Venom thinks about it, both of them are missing. 

His heartbeat skyrockets when panic takes him over. You took your sparks back?  Was it too late to apologize and make things better? The delicate touch on his cheek was now burning him causing him to take a few steps back. No one can touch him like that. Only you. He only wants your spark, no one else's. 

He turns on his heels and climbs the building next to him. You. He needs to see you and make things better. He ran from building to building at first and change to web-slinging when he decided that it wasn't fast enough. Now. He needs you now. 

Eddie is confused in the black armor that is the symbiote. One moment, he felt guilty and then hell break loose. A tornado of emotions consumed him and his heartbeat is uncontrollable. He tried to talk to the symbiote, tried to calm him down, asked what was wrong, but never get an answer. He could only stay in the backseat and watch. 

Again, the bad feeling they both felt when Kyle invited you to the gala plague their minds. Something was wrong. It wasn't jealousy. It was instinct. A 600 million years advanced instinct that told them to hurry their asses. 

Venom pushes himself harder when his destination appears in his line of vision. He lands heavily on a rooftop adjacent and jumps to the edge. His eyes widen when he takes in the scene taking place in front of them. Multiple police cars block the entry of the building, agents rushing to evacuate the street, 4 ambulances on standby waiting for injured and the SWAT team preparing themselves for an assault. 

This couldn't be happening. They promised to protect their little one. They failed. Twice. They need to get you out of there because they need you. And they need you now. 

Just wait a second budy. We need info. 

No we don’t.

Yes we do. You can’t just barge in like that. There may be a bomb or somethin’ and a lot of people can die if we don’t do it correctly. The black alien lets out a huff and gets down of his hiding place. He stays in the shadows and concentrates on hearing the briefing of the SWAT.

"-round 200 hostages on the 37th floor. We know for sure that there are 5 kidnappers, but there may be more. The first contact allowed us to know that there are wounded, but no deaths so far." A weight lifted from Eddie. No death. They still have a chance to get you out of there. "They are organized and have no desire to surrender. As soon as they find what they are looking for, they’ll go out in a bloodbath, so we have to neutralize them before-" 

A guttural roar escapes the symbiote and he lounges forward, scaring the shit out of the tactical team. He gets a hold of the thin brick portion of the building and starts climbing at a fast rhythm. Counting as fast as he could, Eddie prevents his other went he needs to slow his pace. Surprisingly, the SWAT didn’t open fire on them like Eddie had thought they are merely shouting orders to accelerate the assault. It’s the next floor. Stay hidden. 

Following his host’s instructions, Venom slowly gets near the edge of the window and analyze the situation. 1,2,3..7 kidnappers. All equipped with automatic rifle, kevlar vest, and tactical masks. No explosives insight. The hostages are all scattered around the room on their knees, head low and most of them are shaking. The wounded are crowded in the far corner of the room, near the entrance. Venom passes all their face in check and is relieved to see that you are not one of them. 

Deciding that now is the best moment to eat heads, Venom shoots a web over the top edge of the window, jump backward and use gravity to enter the room in an explosion of glass shards. Many people scream and rush away from him. Cautious to not hurt any civilian, Venom force his passage by pushing the slower out of his way and get to the nearer bad guy. He only has time to scream and shoot one bullet at him that his head is already missing and his body falls limp on the floor. More screams reach the alien’s ears joined with multiple impacts of bullets. Venom quickly jumps toward another attacker and throw him across the room on another bad guy. They both fly together for a few feets before hitting the ground et meeting a horrible toothy jaw seconds later. 3 down, 4 to go. 

Unfortunately, the 4 others prepared themselves. Each one of them got a civilian in front of them with their rifle aimed for the head. You are one of them. Eddie’s blood runs cold and Venom freezes. Your peachy dress is covered in blood on almost all its entirety, tears run down your face and your right ankle is swollen. 

"Don’t move or their brains will redo the deco." 

A low growl erupted from his chest when his eyes shrink to thin lines. The man is too far for him to neutralize. If he makes a move, you’ll be dead before he reaches you. They can’t think of a way to get you out of here alive and it rises their distress. Your eyes met his and you try to smile at them. It brokes them even further. You look like you accepted your fate already and you are saying your goodbyes. God bless Venom’s sharp sight, the subtle movement behind the man threatening your life catches his attention. A dark-haired man slowly gets on his feet in a crouched position and nod to someone on his right. In his peripheral vision, Venom sees 3 other men doing the same and approaching slowly the kidnappers. 

Idiots. Braves. They both think at the same time. The black-haired man silently lifts his hand and show his palm to the others in a waiting motion. Then, he points the alien and Eddie is quick to catch his intentions. They need a distraction. And one they will get. He waits for the good samaritans to watch for his move and then he breathes deeply and makes the biggest roar he ever made. Just when they jump in surprise do the 4 civilians jump for the rifles and fight for it. In a millisecond, your captor loses his head and the other 3 receives the same treatment. 

Panting from the mix of fear and action, Venom takes a second to compose himself and turns to where you should be. The room is completely silent, no one sob, no one scream, no one cry. Everyone is watching him closely, waiting for his next move. You are on the floor, the dark-haired man checking you over. Now that Venom concentrates on him, he realizes that your good samaritan is Kyle. 

When the journalist sees your sight fixed on something behind his back, he turns around and puts himself between you and the symbiote. Eddie is relieved that you have a friend who would fight for you as much as he would do. Without being your boyfriend. That's his job. 

All Venom can think of at the moment is push Kyle aside, scoop you in his arms and return home to cuddle your body all night. That's when he remembers the blood covering you. Refraining his urge to just follow his plan, he tilts his head to meet your gaze. 

"Are you alright?" 

You nod and tighten your grip on what Eddie thinks is Kyle's jacket. 

"I'm fine. Thank you for saving us." Your voice is shaking a bit, but the sincerity on your face tell them that you really are okay. Kyle's strong arms wrap around your shoulders while he moves to be at your side and his eyes meet Venom's. 

"Thank you for saving us." His strong tone travels around the room and soon enough, a choral of "thank you" flood the symbiote and his host's ears. Never before did they receive such a big positive reaction to what they do. 

The moment abruptly comes to an end when the SWAT team barges in the room. Giving a glance at your form one last time, Venom turns on his heels and quickly make his exit by the broken window he came from. Policemen were still running the street and shouts could be heard when some of them spotted the symbiote. 

They didn't even try to follow him, concentrating their forces on the task at hand. Venom find a dark alley and returns back into his host. Still feeling the adrenaline in his vein, the brunette starts a sprint toward the scene and stops at the police barrier. They didn't evacuate the hostages yet. 

The journalist analyzes the barrier for a weak spot he could use to break in and meet you when you get out. Not too far from him is an abstracted policeman who is more interested in his phone than his job. Perfect. He approaches stealthily and waits for your appearance. 

1 minute later, the first hostages start to get out of the building. 5 more minutes and Eddie can see you being carried bridal style by the dark-haired journalist. Quickly, Eddie passes under the yellow tape, jumps the wooden barrier and avoid the policeman who finally got off his phone. He runs as fast as he could, helped by his symbiote. 

Your gaze found theirs and you talk to your friend. He puts you down a second before Eddie reaches you and hugs you tightly. His head finds the crook of your neck when yours meet his chest. Venom is undulating under Eddie's skin, restraining himself to wrap you in his black tendrils. You start sobbing, making their heart clench. He releases his grip on you and analyzes your body for some injury. 

"I-I'm f-fine Ed. Just my ankle." You manage to say between your sobs. 

Sure enough, your ankle is swollen and a shade of deep blue started forming. 

"The blood is from someone else." Came the voice of your friend. "Darling here saved someone's life." He pats your shoulder and smile at them. He looks terribly tired. 

Eddie looks down and sees the same tiredness in your eyes. He takes you bridal style, your arms wrap themselves around his neck and your head find the side of his neck. 

"I'll get you checked on by a paramedic and we can go home, okay?" 

"I'm fine, really." The event really took its toll on you, because your voice becomes heavy with sleep. 

"I'll feel better if you get checked on." He can feel your nod on his skin and carry you near an ambulance. 40 minutes later, you are now on your way home after dropping Kyle at his first. The cab comes to a stop in front of Eddie's apartment building. 

"C-Can I stay at your place?" You ask him with a little shaky voice. "My door isn't the best description of safe at the moment."

Eddie pays the driver, gets out and take you out of the car in his arms without effort.

"Your place wasn't even an option. You stay with us." Now that nobody was around, thin black lines start to form around your form and keep you steady against your boyfriend. 

"I'm sorry." They almost didn't hear you whisper in their neck. 

"Sorry for what?" He frowns, trying to fit the key in the keyhole, but give up and let the symbiote do the job. 

"For what happened in my apartment." If it wasn't for Venom's head snuggling yours, they wouldn't have heard you. 

"Nothing is your fault little one." His head stops moving against yours and holds your gaze. "We should have analyzed the situation before jumping to conclusion." He licks your left cheek. 

You smile at him and the symbiote starts purring. Eddie finally enters the apartment and takes all of you in the bathroom. He puts you down on the closed lid of the toilet and starts running a hot bath. 

"Wait here." He quickly moves to the kitchen, takes a bag of ice from the freezer and get back to you. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is even. You look asleep, but your eyes open when you hear them. Eddie crouches and cautiously takes your bad foot in his hands. You wince but keep silent. He applies the ice on your ankle and you sigh. 

When the bath is almost full, he stops the water and helps you undress before you get in. They stay at your side and both symbiote and host start to wash your body. They are sure that you fell asleep, but your voice breaks the silence. 

"Venom, I'm sorry for burning you." Opening your eyes seems difficult, but you manage. The symbiote licks your cheek while tendrils start massaging your back. 

"We forgive you little one. We understand why you did it." 

Tears start to run down your cheeks. Your hands slowly lift to cradle Venom's right cheek and Eddie's left cheek. 

"I love you both."

Eddie's lips meet yours and moves in sync. You stay there for as long as you could before your need for oxygen make you pull back. 

"We love you too," Eddie whispers against your lips. 

When you started to feel too tired for the bath, they both take you out, dry you with towels and carry you to bed. There, you snuggle to Eddie's chest, black goo wrapping your form almost completely. 

"Are we your boyfriends again?" He sounded nervous. 

"Did we stopped being in a relationship?" You genuinely ask. 

"Eddie said that us falling apart was the natural way of things after what we did." 

You snort. "That's just stupid." 

"That's what I said!" Now, he sounds so satisfied with himself. He puts his head on the crook of your neck. 

"Hey, I felt guilty for what happened." 

He heard that your brother was okay. No permanent damage. He felt better, but still, shame and guilt plagued his heart. 

"My brother is fine, I'm fine, so there is nothing to worry about. You know, we could have talked about this instead of ignoring each other." 

More shame. Damn, he was such an idiot. At the thought, Venom starts purring. 

"Yes you are." 

Not helping dude. You laugh at their silent exchange and pet the symbiote. 

"Oh, Venom." You start. Said symbiote lift his head to meet your gaze. "You really improved your roar. I'm sure the other end of San Francisco heard it." You chuckle. 

Pride fills the alien and a huge smile forms on his face. 

"Thanks for being my hero." You say before taking his head in both hands and kiss his mouth. 

Venom is stunned at first, his eyes widening. Then he regains control of himself and starts to move what would be his lips with yours. If possible, his purr loudens and his black mass starts to wriggle. 

You laugh and pull away. His head, without support, fell on your chest and seems to melt a little. Eddie chuckles and pulls you in for a kiss. 

Venom didn't sleep that night. He was too occupied enjoying the feeling of your body against his and replay your kiss in his head. He loved how you called him your hero. But most of all, he enjoyed the feeling of the little spark in his and his host's chest. 

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[fiftyshadesofrebel]

KORR: Chapter Two

AU Paring’s: Knight! Dean x Plus sized Princess! Reader (eventual), Knight! Sam x Mage! Jessica, Sorcerer! Castiel x Huntress! Meg

Warnings: Lots of violence, death and gore situations. Sexual tension, innuendos and actual smut. Language and medieval language.

The Kingdoms and their magic trait:

Aelin- Kingdom of Tranquility

Amaris- Kingdom of Night

Inara- Kingdom of Light

Howlan- Kingdom of the Hills

Destan- Kingdom of the Sea

Aidene- Kingdom of Fire

Eryslia- Kingdom of Ice

AN: It’s finally been written! My story continues on and I’m so happy with this chapter, it’s not very long but its a start and some drama is going to come soon. I hope you all love it as much as I love writing it. Feedback is always appreciated. I love you all. Also Happy Pride Month!!!!

The heavy clang of shackles rang throughout the once occupied castle, knights heavy footfalls making even the strongest stones crack. Her head was bowed, ruby liquid rolling down her temple. She wanted to scream, thrash about until they finally took her out of her misery, but little did she know that misery has yet to strike and it was coming with each step of steel armor.

“My my Princess, how the mighty have fallen.” Came a lush voice, the resentment heavy. She knew that voice, but from where did she recognize it? If the gods would take away her headache then she would surely know. Her head just kept hanging, the blood now drying and making an itch feeling form. She heard light footsteps creak her way before they appeared in her peripheral, the color almost blending into the dark, if not for the luminous spells that were keeping the place alive.

“Look at your King when he is speaking to you!” The voice wretched, chilling fingers scraping against her chin, forcing her eyes into his. And bless the divine were they empty. She could only tighten her jaw, a jagged grin forming on the man's lips. He let her go, seeing as she held her own head, he simply stood there his stature doing nothing to bid her anger, it only growing the more silence was held.

“You are not my king serpent.” She spits, the phrase cutting through every knight, their feet shifting uneasily awaiting to see what he does. His legs just circled around before a steel boot came towards her face, knocking her neck back as more spit came spilling out, a cry flying with it. The knights holding her let her drop to the stones, her hands trying to catch her fall but failing. She was in tremendous pain, and it did nothing to quell the fact that the man giving it to her was blood.

Kingdom of Inara

The city was bustling as the sun broke through, dawn fast approaching. Street carts were being set up and orphans were running around, their naked bodies covered in filth. Knights walked about the cobblestone, their golden armor almost glittering in the sun. Heavy footfalls approached the castle doors, as Knights crashed through, the council's eyes following the burst.

“I demand to know the meaning of this!” The Grand Measter shouted as knights surrounded the table, the Kingsguard approaching as well. A hand was forcefully shoved against the Measter as his frail form fell against the chair, wood scraping ever so slightly. A tall man with shoulder-length brown hair approached his armor the color of obsidian. His mocha colored eyes surveyed each of the council, his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

“My lords, as you know I am a Knight of Amaris. My fellow brothers and I have recently heard of the disturbing news in Aelin, and want to know what is being done to protect the other realms.” The man spoke, his voice was rich and authoritative, making those in their seats slightly bow. But of course, he wasn’t the man they were afraid of.

“Ah yes, Ser Winchester, a Knight of the Night. Where is your older brother? Off fucking whores?” The Grand Measter asked, his face reading confidence. The young Knight just stared at him, eyes piercing through his tunic. Of course, looks couldn’t kill. Before the young man could speak his mind, the doors blew open again, the member's eyes slightly widening.

“How rude of me to barge in on your panty parade my lords, but I do believe I need to be in attendance for such atrocities gracing my name.” A deep rumble spoke, his lips turning into a cocky smirk, the younger knight’s eyes alight with mischief. The Kingsguard changed their stance, hands automatically reaching for swords as they were awaiting a fight. The slightly older Knight just stood beside his brother, their looks a knowing secret.

“Not a problem your grace. We were merely asking if you were fucking whores since your attendance was as you said late. Your younger brother here was just sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.” The Grand Measter chided, his eyes never wavering off of either Winchester. The older one just snorted, the emerald in his eyes dangerously flashing gold. He slowly walked around the table, the Kingsguard drawing their swords, awaiting the orders. The younger Winchester just huffed watching his brother stalk like a Lion.

“You know my lord, you must remember who you are speaking too. My father built your empire, gave you men to guard your cocks, and don’t forget who granted you life after it was taken. Do not take a Winchester for a fool, we know what is happening. We know who orchestrated that attack, what we don’t know is why. So why don’t you be a good little pet and get to talking.” The Knight growled, his face now level with that of the Grand Measter. The old man just scoffed, his hand hitting the table as the older Winchester walked back around the table to stand by his brother.

“You Winchesters always think so highly of yourselves. You never know the weight of your actions and yet you still come storming in like you’re the goddamned King! We do not owe you an explanation for such events, even if we were to share it, it would not be in our best interest to give such grave secrets. There are dark forces at work boys, and you are only at the drawbridge. So I must tell you to get out and not turn back. Head home to your comfortable beds and pretty sluts.” The Grand Maester ground out, his face pale.

The older Winchester was clearly not happy with this answer but his brother put a hand on his breastplate before he went further. Eyes warning to just leave it at that, answers could be given by other Kingdoms. The man just sighed, his eyes flashing gold again. As he looked back at the Grand Maester he gave another piece of his mind, the council’s other members whispering amongst themselves.

“You’ve got your wish, my lord. But I’m going to leave you with this, where is the Princess?”

[swanimagines]

Requests from Wattpad

Some new requests sent to me through Wattpad as a note for myself + for you to know what’s to come:

The 100: Hiii! Can I request a murphy X reader?? Maybe in season one when he tries to hang Bellamy... the reader is Bellamy’s sister (Octavia’s twin) so she tries to save them both, but ends escaping with john cause she's secretly in love with him... I don't know if this is a bit confusing lmao   

DBH: A platonic hank & reader x human Connor. Hank is a father figure to y/n and she's dating his oldest son, who's Connor. (gif imagine) DBH: A Connor x Reader (Female or gender neutral, I’m not picky) Y/N is Hank’s kid and is secretly dating Connor and they tell him about the relationship. You can have Hank either get angry and not accept it or have him accept it. I apologize if this is confusing. Thanks ❤️ DBH: Could you do a Ralph x reader? Preferably gender neutral.Y/N is an abused Android and runs away. They decide to stay the night at the abandoned house and Ralph finds them and threatens them. He soon backs down and let's them stay when he finds out Y/N is an android. They talk throughout the night and bond i guess? Watch Dogs: i have one if ots not to much troubkw to write an aiden x reader where the reader is targeted by a hitman or i forgot what they are called i had it in my mimd but when the reader almost dies is when aiden realizes how much he cares about the reader and then they kiss at the end DBH: Connor x reader where the reader is Hank's daughter and getting injured and then connor feel panic about it and being protective of her . Can you do like... Sibling like type? Connor sees reader as his little sibling XD

Gotham: Can you do one where I am Jim's sister and I came along with him to penguins nightclub to ask him a favour and he cant stop looking at me and Jim noticed and sternly told him 'dont even think about it' but he tells him Jim cant stop him from doing anything and visits me at the precinct later that day to prove his point (set in season 1)

The 100: I’d like a Murphy imagine where the reader and Murphy at first don’t get along, but the reader goes with Bellamy into the woods and she ends up getting attacked and super hurt to where she’s losing a lot of blood and stuff, so then Bellamy brings her back and Murphy is pissed at Bellamy for letting her get her but then he kinda helps take care of her and clean her up and stuff and then he lets her sleep in his tent to keep an eye on her ( no smut just LOTS of fluff) thank you !!

Watch Dogs 2: Could you maybe write something with Watch Dogs Marcus? ;) there's not much here about him. He would meet the reader as informator like sometimes in game for quests and then she would have to help him, 'cuz she was watching him (not in creepy way 😅). I hope you can do this ❤

Chronicles of Narnia: So basically Edmund and the reader share a love/hate relationship and then one day Edmund and the reader fight and Edmund’s like “I’m the King, I could order you to go on a date with me and you couldn’t do anything about it” and she gets mad at him and runs off upset and sits in her room and Edmund then later comes in and apologises to her and she forgives him and they share a kiss and he asks her out properly?

DBH: Hii if you still take requests i was wondering if you can make a daniel x reader where he hates them but when someone tries to flirt with her, he gets jealous and ig the ending is where they finally get together?

DBH: I have a request please! Its a DBH Connor x female!Reader, where Connor meets the Reader in like the holding cells they have (the ones with the beds and all that) but Reader-chan doesn't have a record. She's actually homeless and Hank who is kind of a father figure "arrests" her to get a roof over her head sence shes kind of too stubborn to accept the invitation to live at Hank's house. Thats all I really had for my request, you can make it a friendship thing or a relationship thing, I dont care which ever! Thank you! Gotham: Could you do Gotham one where I work for the GCPD (a cop) and the riddler kidnaps me to get Jim's attention but realises that he actully really likes me cause I'm really good at his riddles and his jokes and he doesnt want to give back over to Jim when he comes and tries his best to get Jim to leave without taking me back but it doesnt work so he gives me a note to meet him somewhere that night 

DBH: So I was thinking you can do something that take place right after the part where DBH Connor chooses not to shook Chloe... so I'm Hannah (you don't have to add my name but you can if you want). I was assigned with Hank and Connor to work on the case since the beginning and me them are already close. I'm a human detective lets say... so after Hank and Connor walked out of the building and talked about why he did it and how Connor showed empathy, I step in when Hank walks off. So maybe i say something like I think it was right what he did and that showing emotions was a good thing and that he was more then just some mindless machine. And sometime in the conversation I say something about how I'm happy he's starting to feel emotions because I have a special feeling towards him that I don't for anyone else and then I kiss him. He's confused after and asked me what love is so I tell him what it feels like... idk use your imagination. And then he feels that way about me and we end up getting together but decided to keep it a secret for their safety

BatB: Could you do an Beauty and the Beast imagine with a tomboy Female reader that sneaks into the castle looking for things to steal only to be caught by the wardrobe who upon seeing her wearing mens clothes pulls her inside herself to give them a makeover they start demanding to be let out & for her to stop what she’s doing but her protests soon turn into begs for the wardrobe not to stop as she begins to enjoy the makeover.