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nobodyfamousposts · 5 years ago

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Miraculous Ladybug/DC - Adoption AU

There seems to be a lot of Miraculous/DC crossover ideas, often with Adrien and/or Marinette getting adopted into the Batfamily.

Here is my take:

So it turns out that apparently Gabriel had family he tries to avoid and altogether pretends don’t exist.

And it turns out the family in question he’s particularly wanting to keep out of his life and away from his family is Harley Quinn.

To be fair, they weren’t close to begin with. Then there was the whole thing with Joker and her stint as a villain. After that, Gabriel cut off all contact and moved to Paris.

Harley gets why. She doesn’t like it, but she gets it. She’s made mistakes and is trying to do better. She understands if Gabriel isn’t feeling all that forgiving or willing to reconnect. And she is fine with that, really.

What she is NOT fine with is discovering Mr. No-fun lost his wife in mysterious circumstances and has responded by not only isolating himself, but his son as well. His son who is a genuinely sweet and wonderful kid, and deserves so much better than being kept trapped in a quiet and lonely old mansion every day.

So she does what any good aunt would do if they’re a psychologist who used to be an underling and abuse victim for a psychotic clown whom she’s recently escaped from, found herself a girlfriend, and is past the point of having kids of her own.

She steals Adrien.

Well, from the mansion at least. Only from there. Not wanting to take him away from what little social life he’s managed to make so far despite Gabriel’s best efforts, Harley has them all stay in Paris. She even buys a nice house in a good district with money that was totally not stolen from Gabriel on her way out *coughcough*. Once set up in the new home, she proceeds to take Adrien there where she can dote on him like proper family and give him some of that affection he’s been so desperate for.

The wax figure of Adrien has been left in his place in the mansion.

Gabriel has yet to notice.

As has anyone else. (They’ve had at least 3 photoshoots so far with just the wax figure.)

Ivy finds the whole thing questionable but comes to see that Adrien is a sweet boy with a desire to do good even if he doesn’t necessarily know how or the best way to do so. She decides she can “raise him right” and mold him into a proper young man who uses his resources to help the environment. So she starts having him do gardening with her.

Adrien is...actually okay with this whole setup. Plus he went from no mom to TWO moms! Who spend time with him! And are involved in his life! And let him see his friends! And he actually gets to leave the house without a bodyguard tailing his every move—which turns out to be because Ivy is able to use her plants to keep an eye on him in a much less obtrusive manner, but eh...details. He’s essentially not-so-reluctantly kidnapped. He COULD escape at any point. He’s Chat Noir after all. But even if he wasn’t, it wasn’t like Ivy and Harley were going out of their way to keep him locked up or anything. The worst they did was give him a curfew—which when comparing a few hours of free time with an expectation to return by a set time vs a set schedule with only one hour of free time maybe worked in somewhere, was hardly something he was going to fight.

The fact is that he’s doing well under their care. Harley shares his sense of humor. Pamela nurtures his creativity. He gets support and encouragement to be more assertive. They actually WANT to talk to him and hear about his day. They WANT to be affectionate with him and have dinners together. And he just soaks up their attention and affection like a sponge and responds in kind.

Under their care, Adrien changes a bit. He speaks out more and makes it known when he’s unhappy or uncomfortable with something. He does not let people just touch him when he’s uncomfortable. If anything, he’s doing more touching and initiating conversations without fear of appearances. Nino gets bro hugs. Kim gets bro hugs. All the guys in class get bro hugs. Marinette also gets bro hugs—though he doesn’t hug her for too long since she seems to overheat easily.

Adrien is really enjoying this.

Even better, his moms somehow get jobs in the area.

Pamela either becomes a biology teacher at the school or opens a nursery. If she does open a nursery, Marinette becomes a regular customer on principle. She and Ivy bond. They trade gardening tips. Marinette is surprisingly helpful in keeping pests away from her plants for reasons Ivy doesn’t quite know. All around, Paris suddenly starts becoming a bit more green…and without the eco-terrorism. It helps that Adrien’s social media starts featuring him planting trees and taking care of plants, which is encouraging other people to follow suit.

Harleen becomes a school counselor. At Adrien’s school. Where she takes full advantage of the opportunity to embarrass him in full “overly affectionate mom” mode. Adrien is too happy to be embarrassed. Anyone who actually ends up laughing at him comes to regret it when Harley picks apart their psychological issues.

The new moms evaluate his friends.

Nino passes. Flat out. He got akumatized trying to throw their boy a birthday party? He also arranged an impromptu house party for Adrien the one chance he got? YES. THIS is someone he needs in his life!

Alya gives them concern given her Lois Lane levels of getting into trouble mixed with sheer lack of self preservation. Her tendency to jump into matters and reveal things or trust things without thinking also has them concerned.

Chloe has potential, but needs a good few months of therapy as far as they’re concerned.

Lila is banned from coming within ten feet of Adrien. It would have been fifty, but Adrien refused to take a killer plant that big and risk anyone thinking it’s an akuma.

Marinette passes after they have a sit down talk with her to get to know her better. Harley notes her anxiety issues and helps her to be able to avoid panicking. Ivy likes Marinette’s energy, and her garden is impressive. She gives her approval of Marinette courting their son.

Marinette: Wait—what?

And because they’re actually good moms, they figure out fairly quickly that their new son is the leather-suited catboy running around protecting Paris.

Harley: HOW DO PEOPLE NOT KNOW THIS?!

Adrien: Magic?

They have a bit of difficulty for the next few fights with the rather overprotective mothers trying to interfere in akuma fights, causing more confusion than anything until Adrien asks them to stop. They don’t, of course, but they at least let him try to handle things.

All in all, they make for a nice little family.

But there’s only so much two moms can do. And with Gabriel pretty much not involved, they’re limited in options. So after a while, they decide that Adrien needs a good father figure.

Adrien: But I have a father...

Harley: I said a GOOD father figure.

But who to choose?

Bats? “Oh god, no! Why would you inflict that level of broodiness in our child?��

Joker? “Sure! The best way to teach him important life skills is to have someone to test them on as an example. Like the best weak points! And the effects of blood loss! And how to hide a body!” “We could just use Gabriel for that and save on travel time!”

Superman? “The world isn’t ready.”

They finally come to a decision.

Which is how Nightwing finds himself tied up and dragged off to Paris to be made part of this weird little makeshift family.

Pamela: Why him?

Harley: He got the killer Robin from ‘murdery’ to some semblance of being an actual semi-healthy child with only some violent tendencies. He’d make a good father figure!

Pamela: But wasn’t that an alternate timeline—

Harley: A GOOD father figure.

Pamela: ...fine.

Nightwing: Wait—what?

Naturally, he’s confused. He tries to contact Batman to let him know what’s going on and what Ivy and Harley are up to because they’re in Paris for some odd reason and they have a kid he’s pretty sure isn’t theirs. Batman, on the other hand, is more concerned with all the crazy magic shenanigans in Paris that the League somehow doesn't know about and can’t get any accurate information on. So he pretty much tells Nightwing to stay with them since he’s already there and they have room for him anyway so it’ll be easier.

Nightwing: I'm telling you, they've captured me, dragged me off to Paris, and they have this little house with a kid—

Batman: Good, then you have a place to stay while you investigate the anomalies in Paris.

Nightwing: Bruce, I don't think you're hearing me...

Adrien: (Just pats him on the arm sympathetically)

Harley: (Hugs Nightwing) Looks like we've got Batdaddy's approval! You're part of the family now!

Nightwing: I will do whatever you want. Just don't call him that again.

To be fair, it is Batman, so he probably knows Harley and Ivy aren’t an issue at this point, but still!

…At least he gets his own room…

Nightwing isn’t sure what to think. On the one hand, he knows he shouldn’t be encouraging this. On the other hand, Harley and Ivy aren’t actually doing anything bad. And if anything, taking care of the kid has been good for them. Plus the kid seems happy with them, at least. It’s...weird, certainly, but he goes along with it. (Read: He folds to the kitten eyes.)

Then he finds out said kid is a superhero in a city regularly attacked by a supervillain who transforms and controls people by manipulating their emotions—which the League somehow has not been aware of despite it happening in PARIS.

Needless to say, he isn’t pleased.

I'm just imaging Dick Grayson interacting with other adult figures in Paris. And really, just Dick's response to everything in Paris and how things are being handled.

"So...you're telling me no one has tried to track down where the magic butterflies are coming from?"

"Um..."

"The governmental body hasn't initiated any policies to try to prevent akumas?"

"Well..."

"Set up an alert and evacuation system so people know where to go or not go?"

“…”

“Do I want to know what you people actually do in case of an emergency?”

“Probably not.”

Much like Ivy and Harley, he gets a day job to help out. There are two potential options for him.

He becomes a teacher at the school and takes over running gym class, which he uses to keep the kids in shape, teach them self defense, and help them work out some of their tension and emotions through physical activities and a good listening ear. His interactions with the kids would be something to see. Even better for his interactions with Damocles and Bustier. Because no, the events of the Ladybug episode would NOT have happened if he was there.

Lila: (Sobs) Ow! Ow! The pain! How could Marinette do this to me?

Dick: I’m not seeing any injuries.

Lila: I don’t bruise easily. They just haven’t appeared yet.

Dick: Even so, there are no abrasions. No swelling. No indications of a broken bone or sprain. Not even any marks to show where you fell.

Lila: It’s internal!

Dick: Then you need to go to a hospital to be checked out and have the extent of your injuries noted.

Lila: I wouldn’t go that far—

Dick: And your mother will be contacted and told to meet us there.

Lila: Well—

Dick: And of course we’ll be holding off on any punishment until we have a list of your injuries and a thorough investigation is completed.

Lila: But—

Dick: And just to keep you safe, I’ll be staying with you the whole time. We wouldn’t want anymore “accidents”.

Lila: ….Dammit.

He joins the police force. Just for shenanigans in his interactions with Roger. Maybe helping the force to be more effective so they can actually HELP during akuma fights instead of simply serving as a temporary distraction.

Either way, he’s a positive role model for Adrien. The three of them working together help Adrien to maintain a positive and altogether healthier state. They give him more jokes and puns to work with—because that has long since been Nightwing’s area of expertise. They give him advice in wooing his lady love. They address the “just a friend” issue. They teach him self defense and helpful fighting techniques. They curb the “self-sacrificing” tendency he’s developed. They encourage him in his goals and self discovery now that he has the freedom to actually try.

Despite the weirdness of the situation, Adrien is actually happier than he has been in a long while.

Which is made ever more clear at a particular moment when he’s leaving for school one morning.

“Bye, Mom! Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!”

Harley sniffles and wipes a tear with a tissue she pulled out of her sleeve. “It feels like just yesterday that I stole him away from the mansion.”

“Then what does that make your kidnapping me?” Dick asked, sardonically. “This morning?”

“Don’t act like you’re not proud.” Ivy snarked.

Oh, he was. Immensely so. But of course he wasn’t going to admit it and give them the satisfaction.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years ago

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Wicked, part three (DT royal AU)

Summary: Grayson and Y/N have been separated for the first time in their marriage and it leads them both down a path of discovering feelings they didn’t know existed.

Warnings: swearing, SMUT, angst, fluff

Word count: 5160

WICKED - SERIES MASTERLIST

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Lady Mareen seemed to be losing her mind as she paced the room, her heels clicking only aggravating the princess who simply sat at the foot of the bed that was likely the place she conceived. Likely? Sometimes their insatiable desires couldn't wait for the bed, involving walls that weren't necessarily inside their bedroom, other times bathrooms and twice before the fireplace. She remembered every place he had touched her at, but she remembered the places when she was the one desperate enough to approach him first a lot clearer.

''You're not having his child.“

Those words have brought the princess out of her daydream, the one where she imagined telling the king of the baby they would soon welcome into their lives.

''What is that nonsense leaving your mouth?!“ Y/N resumed her regality, standing tall as she glared at the lady whom she thought as her only ally in this castle aside from the few carefully placed spies.

''I assumed –'', Lady Mareen tried to defend, utterly confused by the change of heart her princess had and so suddenly, too! She expected the young woman to weep, to scream, to ask for a way to get rid of the unborn before she showed, she definitely didn't think the princess would actually revel in joy.

''You need to stop assuming things that are none of your business. Assuming gets you killed.“ Y/N practically growled, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she lifts her chin up proudly.

''This wasn't planned, you're aware of it as much as I am. I was on the pill for ten days before he first touched me and yet this happened. Nonetheless, a dragon is growing in my belly and I shall do no such thing as murder one of our own. We're a rarity nowadays and this child will inherit two thrones that I plan to unite as one eventually. This child will be your sovereign! Remember that!“ Y/N dismissed the shaken woman, aware she had been sharp with her. Once the door closed, Y/N fell to her knees and opened her bag. Trembling hands found the instructions she had skimmed before starting her therapy, trying to find the cause of their failure.

''Need to take at the same time for at least 21 days...what?!“ She nearly shrieked, finding the mistake is hers alone. How could she have been so stupid?! Not only did she not use it long enough when they first had sex, but she wasn't taking them at the same time either. She'd take them whenever she had some time away from Grayson which was usually at dinner, but other times she'd use them whenever he fell asleep after the act.

Shaking her head, Y/N picked herself up and walked over to the grand-view window with a special couch set in front, the one Grayson had placed when he noticed she loved to curl up against the window and just watch the ocean. It was yet another reason why she no longer minded the growing fetus inside her. Grayson seemed to be caring and sweet, someone who was a far cry from the hateful man she's dreamed him up to be. She couldn't be certain still and her efforts to find his secrets haven't stopped, but she took it all with a grain of salt, even her father's letters about a possible attack on Dracovia and the constant questioning on when she'd do the deed.

Her father...Would he tell her he's proud or disgusted with her for fraternizing with the enemy? Would he hate her and her baby? She wasn't too keen on the baby being a half-blood either, but her line would continue and the royal blood of ancient dragon ancestors would be preserved although diluted. She'd love this child regardless, Y/N decided as her small hand fell onto her stomach. Although her stomach was never flat, she wasn't showing either.

She wondered if Grayson would be happy about the notion or if he'd hate being a father. After all, the two rarely talked about much and all their conversations would come down to asking one another of their well being and he'd always ask if she needed something. She needed to get to know him, the real him and she would. She promised herself she'd use the time she has and finally choose the side she's on after she sees his heart for what it is.

Meanwhile, Grayson had wanted to see his wife. Very eager he set himself on a path toward their shared bedroom, praying he'd find her waiting for him. Ethan had a different idea.

''Bro, wait!“ Running after Grayson, Ethan didn't falter as he had important news to deliver. Stopping before the impatient king, the prince raised an eyebrow almost immediately when he saw exactly what his brother's problem is.

''Sporting a hard-on? Very royal!“ Ethan snickered, watching his brother's eyes darken. ''Going to see that pretty dragon of yours, huh? Bet she's always willing!“

Rolling his eyes, Grayson clicked his tongue in hopes of reserving his anger and channeling it into a much-needed session with his darling. He had never been as needy as he is now, feeling as if he is supposed to be by her side right now – as if she needed him too.

''I thought I warned you about your foul tongue, E. Watch your mouth before I have to punch it.“ Grayson threatened, receiving nothing but an amused chuckle.

''What's the worst thing that could happen, huh? It's just us talking about it and you know I'm dying to know if the carpet matches the drapes.“ Ethan whispered the last bit, pushing Grayson further toward the edge.

''I don't want her to hear and think that I'm a crude savage who will expose her privacy to the world.“

''Or she'll close the tap and put you on a sex ban? Damn, you're whipped.“ Ethan exclaimed, rubbing his scruff covered chin in thought.

''Let's just say it's much warmer when she's in my bed and if I haven't broken the streak in three months, I don't plan on breaking it tonight.“ Grayson winked, unaware of what Ethan had already realized. Ethan was forgetting to tell his brother the reason why he stopped him in the first place, but he definitely didn't forget to tell him what must be true.

''Three months and your dragon bride didn't bleed once? Or do you go for it regardless, huh?“ Ethan raised an eyebrow suggestively, hoping his brother would catch on and once he noticed those eyes widen in realization, Ethan nodded slowly with a self-satisfied smirk. There's a reason he won the wits and knowledge trials and Grayson didn't.

''You really think she might be?“ Grayson spoke out of breath, his heart skipping three beats at a time. It was hard to tell the last time he saw any hope, true hope for Astros and Dracovia to be as one, but now? If she was pregnant? That was everything for both kingdoms and them personally.

''Carrying baby dragon eggs? Sure is!“ Ethan grinned, all too happy with the knowledge that an heir would soon come and he'd be free to court her himself. He wanted nothing more than a taste and Grayson would share as every good brother would...or so he hoped.

''Fuck, I gotta go check on her! We have to see a doctor too!“ Grayson couldn't contain his excitement, his hands tangling in his hair as he pulled at it uncontrollably. His eyes filled with tears and his lips spread into a wide grin and while his legs were shaking, his mind was racing.

''Oh, wait!“ Ethan grabbed him in the nick of time, pulling him back and away as a confused expression settled on Grayson's previously gleeful face.

''We gotta go settle a rebellion. Some of our people decided to go ahead and attack Dracovia without their king's seal of approval and they've got some pretty heavy armory with them.“ Ethan whispered, unaware they weren't alone anymore. Drawn by the loud voices, lady Mareen had hidden behind a pillar with eyes wide and lips shut. She had to be quiet, to bring this information to her princess and hope she can make sense of what she heard.

''What the fuck do they think they're doing?! We're not attacking Dracovia! Especially now!“ Grayson shook his head as he began to walk away with Ethan, grabbing the first servant he found.

''Tell my wife I'll be away on official business for a while. I'll try and call as soon as I can.“ Grayson ordered, moving along as he swore under his breath, his fingers already dialing his commander in chief to quell this rebellion before there's a war to fight because of their stupidity. After all, how could he ever tell his pregnant wife that his people tried to start a war? How would he worry her now when she's most vulnerable? It is hard enough to know she is alone and he can't even see her and tell her of his happiness, to know he would be going to sleep alone in an empty bed.

There had never been a time where he didn't hate the crown on his head as much as he did now. He had watched Y/N walk around the gardens with her crown often, the grace she held it with and the natural strength that would ooze from her as she spoke to everyone who dared to engage in a conversation with her. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. It certainly weighed on Grayson, even on the best of days. But for Y/N? She wore the crown like a feather on her head, gracefully and with dignity. Grayson envied her.

As Grayson set off for war, Y/N was startled by her lady.

''There's a rebellion and they are trying to attack Dracovia. Your husband left to stop them.“ Mareen spoke in one breath, nearly fainting as she leaned back against a wall, entire body shaking. A servant came straight after, not giving time for the princess to speak as shock overtook her as well.

''I'm sorry to disturb you, your highness.“ The servant curtsied, waiting for permission to speak.

''It's fine. Do you have some news for me?“ Y/N tried to hold it together as her face felt like fire and her blood felt like ice. How can she remain calm when her kingdom is in peril and her husband is too? He's off to fight in a war against his own men to protect her kingdom and whether or not she'd like to admit it, Y/N feared for his safety. Keeping him alive now was both a matter of state and heart. If he shall die, so shall she. She doesn't have the crown matrimonial to keep her safe and her child would likely be killed before it's even born by the contenders for the throne. Ethan might spare her, but the baby? The baby would be why Ethan could never take the throne peacefully and she didn't know him well enough to trust they would be safe.

''The King requested me to tell you he's leaving on some urgent business and he'll contact you when he can.“

Nodding, Y/N waved the servant off as she felt herself growing weaker. She sat back on the couch the very moment she and Lady Mareen were left alone, her heart constricting tightly in her chest as the thought of what might happen pained her greatly.

''What am I supposed to do? What if he never returns?“ Y/N's voice trembled. She was shaken, down to her core. Had someone told her she'd care so much a year ago...three months ago, she'd have laughed in their face, but now? She was absolutely devastated and all she could wish for is a moment alone with him – not to touch for pleasure, but to speak from the heart.

Could she ever do that? She didn't even know if she loved him, but she did care. Her aching heart was hard to ignore, so there had to be some feelings involved.

''I hate to ask, but have your grown fond of the king?“ Mareen questioned, never aware of the lines she's crossing and Y/N was too tired to let her know.

''I'm fond of my child and my life. Whatever happens to him could bring about my imminent death...yours too, if you forgot. What happens to me will happen to you, as well.“ Y/N reminded her through cloudy eyes, trying to cover up the real reason why it hurts her so much.

The first night away was horrible. She missed his muscular arm that she dreamt was wrapped around her as much as she missed the smell of him. Her room was filled with flowers, but their scent wasn’t what she sought, but the safety and warmth of his ocean breeze spring-like perfume.

Y/N wondered what is wrong with her. What sort of woman was she that she pined for the caresses of a man she despised?

She missed him when he was gone, but it was only now that she realized how much he meant to her.

Love, lust and passion. Grayson was all three and more. It was impossible to reconcile in her mind, but the truth couldn’t be denied. She had allowed herself to fall and he was no longer there to catch her.

Barely asleep, she spent the night tossing and turning and wishing he would call. She rarely used phones back home, but ever since she came here, Grayson had insisted she has one beside her at all times. It was never used, but she craved to use it now. She’d call him if her pride wasn’t stopping her, if her mind didn’t remind her she might put him in danger by doing so as well. She didn’t want to risk either – not his safety and not her pride.

The next day dragged on and while she convinced herself it would be a good time to go through his things back in the office, she spent most her time drowsy and lightheaded as she read through the documents. Soon realizing the valuable documents weren’t just lying around his office, Y/N retreated to their room and watched the ocean from her king’s couch. It wasn’t long before night took over and she fell into a pattern of restless dreams of Grayson’s demise or worse, of him turning on her and their child.

By the fourth day of missing him, Y/N was tired of the insomnia that haunted her at night and fatigue that took over by day. She was tired of the hole inside her chest and the coldness of the empty bed. Finally, she was ready to try and use what dragons did in the olden times. Magic in her blood might be a far cry from what it was at the dawn of time, but if her mother could perform simple rituals, she decided she could too.

She sent Lady Mareen for ingredients before ushering her out for the ritual. She ordered no one to bother her, the ritual couldn’t be interrupted.

Natural rose quartz Chunk set North, amethyst cluster set West and a clear quartz set East, a circle of orange candles around and burning sage in the center. It was a base for every spell intended to get in touch with the dragon ancestors for guidance. Every royal born in the Dracovian castle had a ritual held in their honor to see what kind of a ruler they’d grow to be. Most had gotten the natural green or brown dragon as a patron, but she had gotten a silver – the same as the first Dracovian Queen – a sign of change, power and a potential for either greatness or complete ruin.

Pushing every thought out of her mind, Y/N drew in a deep breath. She waited for a sign, for some way of connecting to the dragons but no one spoke to her. Refusing to give up, she put all her willpower to test.

‘’I am a dragon as are you, I demand to see what the future holds for me.” She spoke authoritatively, gripping her knees tightly with her fingers before images started to flash before her eyes – a tower, crown on her head, a newborn son, kissing the hard wood of Grayson’s coffin as her tears soaked the material before the procession continued.

Gasping, Y/N kicked the burning sage into the fireplace as she pulled back in her anguish. She could hardly breathe as the images replayed in her head over and over again, terrorizing her as she slowly lost consciousness.

‘’Ask and you shall receive’’, being the last she hears before darkness takes over.

Grayson felt, more than saw, her presence as he entered the room. He turned slowly, his breath held. Her hair looked darker in the candlelight, its rich color gleaming against the green velvet of fresh sheets of the bed she leaned against. He could hardly speak. The nearness of her, the quiet room, the candlelight were even more than his dreams. She stared at him then slowly untied the belt of her robe and it glided languidly over her smooth skin, falling to her feet.

His gaze roamed over her as if he is unable to fully comprehend her beauty. Only when he looked back at her eyes did he see she was troubled. Was that expression fear? As if he would reject her? The possibility struck him as so humorous he nearly laughed out loud.

"Grayson," she whispered.

She had barely finished the syllable when she was in his arms, being carried to their bed, his lips already fastened to hers.

“You didn’t call.” She whispered against his lips, all too prepared for the way his hands roamed her body now.

Y/N was afraid of herself as well as of him. He could sense it as he kissed her. He'd waited a long time for her to come to him and now it seems she was more than ready to meet him without his own needs starting their lover’s dance. He was gone for a week, terrified that once he returned to her he’d find their bed was no longer welcoming for him. He expected all the work he’d put into their relationship to be washed away. He expected anything but to find her with her arms wide open. But even now, as he held her, he felt no great sense of triumph.

"That’s not why you’re sad. What is it, my darling dragon? What’s on your mind?"

His concern for her made her want to cry. How could she tell him of her pain? How could she tell him of the vision where he’d meet his end? She wasn’t the one to kill him, that much she knew. Had she been the one, she wouldn’t have cried over his closed casket. Someone had intervened with their love, a love she was having a hard time denying and she wanted to draw blood until the traitor was found.

When he carried her to the bed and the candlelight danced over her body, her breasts rising with each breath, he forgot all thoughts of anything but the nearness of her. His clothes were hastily thrown aside and he gently eased himself down beside her. He wanted to savor his skin touching hers, inch by slow inch.

When the torture was more than he could handle, he grabbed her to him fiercely. "Y/N, I have missed you."

She lifted her face to his to be kissed instead of a response. They had been apart too long to proceed slowly. Their need for each other was urgent. Y/N grabbed a handful of flesh and muscle on Grayson's back. He gasped and laughed throatily at her haste. When her hands clawed at him again, he grasped both hands in one of his and held them over her head. She struggled to free herself, but he was too strong. When he entered her, she gasped, then thrust her hips up to meet his.

He released her hands and she pulled him closer and closer to her. They made love quickly, almost harshly, before they found the sweet release they longed for. Grayson collapsed on top of her, their bodies still joined as one.

They must have dozed off, but sometime during the night Y/N was wakened by Grayson's slow rhythmic movement. Half-sleep, only half-aroused, she began to answer him with lazy sensual movements of her own. Minute by minute, her mind became deeply lost to the feelings of her body. She didn't know what she wanted, but she was not content with her position. She was not aware of Grayson's distress as she pushed him to the side, her hips never leaving his. Once he was on his back, she could finally rule him.

Grayson lost no time in wonder. His hands slid up her stomach to her breasts, her head arched back and her throat, so smooth set him aflame. He clutched at her hips, both of them lost to their rising passion as Grayson thrusted up to meet her hips, his thumb on her sensitive bud making sure she gets her release at the same time as he does. Once their dance was done, Y/N all but collapsed on Grayson’s chest and he held her close to him, her hair wrapping itself around their sweat-soaked bodies, encasing them in a silk cocoon. Neither one mentioned what ran through their minds: of the possible baby growing inside her.

‘’Mind if I ask you something?” Grayson spoke timidly, afraid she’ll find his curiosity unwanted. He promised himself to learn more about her and he had every intention of keeping that promise.

‘’Only if you tell me why you’ve come back with a cut on your cheek and several bruises on your body.” She countered easily, always ready to spar with him. He could never understand how easily she shifts between a passionate, loving fire in bed and a cold iceberg that would ignore him during the day. He’d always let her have the day to herself before, hoping she’d come to him on her own accord. But she never did. From breakfast to dinner, Grayson would only see her walking around, being kind to all – a true delight to talk to. She would set his soul alight whenever she’d glance his way, regardless if he was fully clothed in his official royal outfits or if he was just sunbathing in his briefs. Grayson craved her love, her attention and her approval most of all.

‘’Some of my people wanted to start a war and I didn’t let them. By marrying you, I’ve promised Dracovia peace and I plan to keep it.” Grayson’s solemn response had brought a flame to her cheeks. She couldn’t deny that his words had softened her, but she had to let him know what had gnawed on her.

“By marrying me, you married a country. You married a woman who’d be a queen and a queen is her country. If you ever do something to harm Dracovia and its people, it would be as if you’re harming me. I could never forgive that.” She traced circles on his chest as she shyly looked away, never quite as open and vulnerable with him as now.

“I’ll protect Dracovia with my life then. But if something happens to Astros or me, make sure you’re gone on the first ship. Don’t trust anyone.” Grayson’s words scared her. Had there been reason for him to foreshadow what she had seen happen in the near future? She shook her head as her eyebrows creased.

“I’ll protect you. If the day comes where Astros fights and your life and crown is on the line, I will protect you.” She promised, her eyes never leaving his. He wondered what happened to the girl whom he heard swear an oath to kill him on their wedding night. Whatever it may be, he was happy with the woman in his arms.

“You wanted to ask me a question?” She reminded him sweetly, smiling up at him as he chuckled in surprise.

“I wanted to ask about Dracovia. I don’t know much about the traditions and the origin and I don’t want to be a fool if you ever take me home to meet your father.” Grayson smirked as she raised both her eyebrows at the curiosity and preposition.

“Well…Dracovia is believed to be as old as time and at least twice as large than it is today – it’s rumored Astros was once a part of Dracovia. At a time where magic was real and dragons roamed the earth, humanity was growing and they were fearful of the majestic beasts. Soon, humans began to hunt dragons, kill them. Dragon keepers realized their beasts would soon be extinct, creating a powerful spell no one had ever tried before – to turn a dragon into a human.” Grayson gasped, surprised at this turn in her story and she slapped his chest playfully.

“You think this is silly, don’t you?” Biting her lower lip, Grayson shook his head.

“I find it fascinating. Tell me more.”

Reluctant, she continued. “Some dragons turned to humans easily, others weren’t as lucky. Once human, the dragons mated and started their own bloodline. At first, there were hundreds of them - some mixing with the Dragon keepers, others choosing to mate only amongst themselves. They built an empire using the gold they acquired over time because all dragons loved shiny things.” Y/N giggled, shifting so she can lay on her side and still have her leg wrapped around Grayson’s waist.

“With gold and the few remaining dragons on their side, the human dragons continued their line but have soon realized they are cursed – they would keep a part of their dragon temper, they could hardly reproduce as the magic in their blood lessened with each generation. Realizing that mating with regular humans only speeds up the dilution of their magical blood, dragons forbade for anyone to marry a non-dragon descendant by placing a death mark on their human lovers or sending them off to…well, today’s Astros. Eventually, every human that mated with a dragon descent would die. So we stopped doing that centuries ago and have only married Dracovian people who would get a dragon patron at birth.” She explained, running a line down the middle of his torso, noticing his confusion and slight fear.

“Patron?”

“Every Dracovian baby has a ritual performed in the honor of their birth. Once the ritual is performed, if the baby has a dragon patron – sort of a spirit guide, a test of magical blood still within, something that can predict how great the baby’s life will be, only then are they allowed to marry a dragon descent. It’s a rarity nowadays, but for a royal it’s still very important.” Y/N heard her husband hum lowly, his interest peaked.

“What is your patron?” Grayson smiled as she gave him a quick glance, clearly deciding if she should share that part of her soul with him. For some, their patron was sacred – a window into their soul.

“A silver dragon. Only the first Dracovian Queen had ever gotten a silver dragon as a patron. It brings about change and great potential for either good or evil.” Grayson nodded as he pursed his lips. It described her perfectly.

“Thank you for telling me.” He placed a tender kiss to her forehead, his heart full. He watched as she rolled away from him and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Grayson couldn’t stop himself from asking, too panicked to pretend to be at ease as she stood before a window – entirely naked as the moonlight bathes her skin.

Absentmindedly, her hand found its place on her lower abdomen and Grayson knew – he knew she was pregnant and for some reason he didn’t quite understand, she didn’t share the news with him just yet.

Walking up to her, he observed her curves and a few stray bruises on her hips. It was a clear sign of their insatiable desire for one another, every single bruise meant he was dying to hold her closer, tighter. Standing aside, he noticed the hauntingly sad, yet still beautiful look in her longing eyes. She stared at the ocean as if she could see Dracovia on the horizon.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Grayson’s worry carried in his voice, evidently not trying to hide his care for her at all. He wouldn’t bother hiding it in front of anyone for this silver dragon won his heart and she was a constant in his mind.

“I’m scared.” She admitted in a faint whisper, her hand firmly set against her belly as if to protect the unborn from the danger that’s lurking - danger Grayson didn’t know existed.

“Of me?” His voice trembled as he dared to ask, terrified she might confirm it.

“No.” She smiled sadly, turning her head to meet his heavy gaze. “I feel a storm on the horizon. When the storms are raging on, no dragon can fly for long. We are creatures of fire and ice, but wind and water can destroy us easily. They destroy warriors as well.” Stepping closer to him, she placed a hand on each of his shoulders.

“Grayson, do you have anything to share with me?” She asked kindly, hoping he’d tell her the truth of what he hinted in the bed. She wanted to help him, but if he couldn’t be honest with her, neither could she. She was ready to trust him with her life, all she needed was a little trust in return.

“No.” His response is quick and short, disappointing in ways he’ll never know. Had he spoke to her honestly, she’d have proclaimed her love for him and told him of the unborn baby in her belly. Had he been honest, she’d have told him of unimaginably advanced technology Dracovia had to offer to protect Astros without being asked. She would have given him the world, possibly changed his future, but he lied to her face and her gaze hardened.

“Do you have anything to share with me?” Grayson retorted, hoping she’d tell him something – anything. She at least owed him the news of their baby.

“No.” She repeated his answer in an even voice, one that held so many secrets and yet not a single answer. Trying to pass by him, she found herself pulled back into his arms, his face close to hers.

“I have one thing to admit. I cannot hide this any longer.” Grayson let out a shaky breath as her merciless glare pierced through him. There was surely a better time to tell her, but he had to do something to melt the iceberg she’d become in a matter of seconds. And so he spoke.

“I love you.”

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