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elizaleclerc · 6 months ago

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Hello, I love your writing, can I request Charles Leclerc x singer!reader where they already knew each other back when they were teenagers but the reader moves to LA to pursue her career so they kinda feel off cuz of the long distance, so years later Charles decides to surprise her at one of her concerts and tries to shoot his shoot after all those years they end up together and it's all fluffy and cute.

Sorry if this doesn't make sense english is not my first language, thank you <3

love this!!! tysm <3

birds of a feather ✿

charles leclerc x reader

summary: fem singer!reader reignites an old teenage love with famous driver charles leclerc

songs: birds of a feather by b.eilish, the 1 by t.swift

author’s note: mostly cute and fluffy but had to add a bit of angst oops! inspo from billie’s new album obv bc that’s all i’m listening to rn. also some google translate involved so oops again if it’s wrong :)

word count: 4k

In the luxurious city of Monaco, you and Charles were cruising along the winding roads late at night, a favored pastime for the two of you. The cool breeze tousled your hair as the windows were rolled down, filling the car with the scent of saltwater and adventure. You stole a glance at Charles in the driver's seat, his face adorned with that familiar boyish grin, his eyes sparkling just as they did on the day you met him.

The car zoomed down the winding road, its expensive engine purring like a contented cat. Despite its luxurious interior, Charles had no qualms about letting you put your feet up on the dash. The scarlet sky painted with streaks of orange and pink was the perfect backdrop for this drive at sunset.

One thing different about this drive at sunset was that one of your own songs was playing on the radio. At only 19 years old, your song “Birds of a Feather” was reaching the top of the charts worldwide. At any chance he got, Charles would blast it at full volume whenever the two of you were together. It only made sense considering the song was about him.

You and Charles had been inseparable since childhood, a bond that felt unbreakable and essential to your very existence. Over the years, you both had your fair share of romantic partners, but it seemed like none of them could compare to the connection you shared. Despite any ups and downs in your own love lives, you and Charles always found your way back to each other, like two ships anchored together in the stormy sea of life.

Of course, there were fleeting moments when you wondered if there could be something more between you and Charles. The thought would cross your mind as his hand brushed yours or when he made you laugh until your sides ached. But those thoughts remained just that - fleeting and unspoken. You both cherished your friendship too much to risk changing its dynamic.

But deep down, underneath layers of familiarity and comfort, there was a quiet longing that neither of you acknowledged. A shared understanding that there was something more between you than just being best friends. And although it was left unsaid, it was an unspoken truth that added a layer of depth to your friendship.

The bass of the song throbbed through the car, drowning out Charles' words as he spoke to you. You strained to hear him over the music, but all you could see were his lips moving in time with the beat. "What?!" you shouted comically with a grin, and he reached for the volume knob to turn it down.

"I said, it's only a matter of time before you're touring worldwide," he repeated with a small smile. You shook your head in amusement. Charles always had grand visions for your music career, dreaming of reaching the stars and achieving the highest goals even when you couldn't imagine them yourself.

“You’re only saying that to be nice,” you playfully bantered with him, knowing deep down he truly believed in your talent.

A wistful smile crossed his face as he replied, “I’m serious. Before you know it, you’ll be in L.A., living your dream and making music for the world.” His words had a bittersweet edge to them, causing your own smile to falter. There was truth in his statement - Charles had just signed with Ferrari and would soon be the busiest he's ever been in his career as a Formula One driver. You were endlessly proud of him and all that he had accomplished. It feels like just yesterday when you both were just kids with big dreams, but now here you are, actually making strides towards achieving those dreams. Even with a hit song on the radio and promising opportunities ahead, you still felt like you were ages behind in becoming someone big in the music industry. And the thought of possibly leaving your best friend behind as you pursued your dreams weighed heavily on your heart.

He noticed the solemn expression on your face, his eyes full of understanding and affection. "Ah, come on," he said gently, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You know I mean that in a good way." His voice was warm and sincere."L.A. is a hotbed for the music industry right now," he continued, his excitement palpable. "And haven't you always talked about wanting to go to the States?"

You nodded slowly, unable to contain a small smile at the thought. "Yeah, but...I can't even imagine us being apart for so long," you admitted with a hint of sadness. "We've never been separated for more than a week. And even then, you were blowing up my phone every day." You couldn't help but laugh at the memory.

His own laughter rang out, contagious and genuine. "So now you know that when you're in the U.S., you won't have to worry about us not talking," he reassured you. "Clearly, I can't get enough of you." His words made your heart swell with love and comfort. Despite any ridiculous or anxious thoughts that may cross your mind, you were always reminded that the bond between you two could stretch thousands of miles.

About a week later, you had hired a manager with the help of your parents and were looking at record labels to sign with. Your social media pages were blowing up with new fans anticipating and begging for new music. It was a rightful step for a singer who had just had a song blow up, to make more music.

After many phone calls and contracts, you decided on the best deal to sign with the record label you had always wanted. With a location in Los Angeles, Sony Music Entertainment was your new employer.

As the days passed, the familiar childhood bedroom in Monaco slowly transformed into a maze of boxes and packing materials. The bittersweet scent of nostalgia clung to the air as you said goodbye to the people and places that had shaped you. It was early February, just before the newest Formula One season started, but Charles seemed to be swallowed up by his work, juggling the responsibilities of being their rookie driver. In those fleeting moments between racing events, he squeezed in time for you, knowing that soon you would both be consumed by your separate paths. On the last night together, you took a nostalgic drive around town, savoring every street corner and landmark. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you returned to your house - now empty and cold without all of your belongings. The silence hung heavy in the air as you sat side by side, cherishing these final moments together.

You both sat on your bed as you rested your head on his shoulder and asked, “How did this even happen?”

“Your talent will always drive you towards success, how could it not happen?” He replied and it made your eyes water. You weren’t sure how you were going to adjust with your time apart. You’ll miss his advice and little jokes. You’ll miss your late night drives around Monaco with him, taking in the cool air.

As he turned to face you, his piercing eyes caught the glistening trails of tears streaming down your cheeks. His own expression shifted from concern to sadness as he took in the sight of your heartbroken state. With a heavy sigh, he reached out to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek and murmured, "Please don't cry." Your eyes met his with a solemn understanding, but your bottom lip began to quiver despite your efforts.

You couldn't help but notice the glimmer of tears in his own eyes, which only made your own tears flow even more freely. Together, you both sat on the edge of your bed, gripping each other's hands tightly as you cried until it became almost comical at just how much emotion was pouring out of both of you. In between sobs, he managed to let out a small laugh and said, "It's not even an actual goodbye, I'll see you again soon.”

You couldn't help but laugh along with him through your tears. "I know," you replied with a watery smile. "I'll see you before I know it.”

But as the night wore on and the hour grew late, the reality of tomorrow morning's early flight to L.A. began to sink in. Despite wanting to hold onto this moment for as long as possible, you both knew it was time to say goodbye. You stood up and shared one final embrace, his arms enveloping you in a tight hug while yours rested around his neck. The warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his cologne brought a sense of comfort amidst the pain of parting ways.

“Tu vas me manquer mon amour,” he whispered by your ear, which made you squeeze him tighter.

“Tu vas me manquer davantage, Char.” You replied with a raspy voice, your cheeks still wet with tears. He blew you a kiss before walking out the door.

~ 5 years later ~

The electric energy of Los Angeles, California pulsed through the air as you walked towards the venue on the opening night of your highly anticipated second tour. Fresh off the massive success of your second album, fans from all over the world were eagerly awaiting your performance tonight. You could already hear their screams and see their signs, some bearing your name since the very beginning of your career. Your first tour had been small, just a few cities in the U.S., but now with your skyrocketing fame, this tour would take you to stages across the globe. The thought of performing for thousands of people in different countries sent a thrill through your veins. As you approached the entrance, excitement and nerves intertwined within you, ready to take on this new chapter in your music career.

As you nervously waited backstage, dressed in a stunning white gown for your highly anticipated opening night in Los Angeles, your mind couldn't help but wander to a familiar name: Charles. The two of you had been inseparable during your first year in L.A., constantly talking and supporting each other's dreams. But as time went on, his calls and texts became less frequent until they eventually stopped altogether. You found yourself relying on social media to keep up with him and were happy to see that he had found success with Ferrari, but also couldn't shake the feeling of hurt and confusion as to why he had suddenly disappeared from your life. You debated reaching out to congratulate him on his wins, but deep down, you knew it wouldn't make a difference.

The next years after that became hard, and you struggled to make genuine connections with anyone in the industry. You found that often other artists wanted to use you for their fame or publicity. But you had found one genuine person, your boyfriend. The two of you dated for two years, but two weeks before the opening night of your world tour, he broke things off. You were devastated, as he had become someone you loved dearly and could trust with your whole being. His reason was that he realized he couldn’t handle your level of fame and that it was becoming too much for him to handle.

So here you were, backstage, reminiscing on your career up until this point. Your mind ran over the setlist a thousand times. “Birds of a Feather” hadn’t made the cut for this tour, and you stopped performing it all together once Charles had stopped communicating with you. You weren’t sure why he was on your mind so much for your opening night.

As you stepped out onto the stage, a wave of excited nerves washed over you. But with each step and movement, your confidence grew until it radiated off of you like a second skin. The bright lights illuminated your white dress, making it glow against the dark backdrop. You knew this dress well, having spent hours upon hours rehearsing in it, mastering every twirl and flick of the sleeves. And now, as you sang and danced flawlessly, you felt like a true star. Every note was hit perfectly, every movement graceful and deliberate. It was as if you were born to be on that stage, commanding the attention of everyone in the audience. The familiar click of a metronome and the muffled directions from backstage played in your in-ears, guiding you through the performance like a well-oiled machine. You had become a masterful performer, honing your craft to perfection.

You wished you could remember every moment of this night as you went through the setlist. You performed “the 1”, a song from your most recent album. Fans speculated it was about the recent split with your boyfriend, but really in your mind you knew it was about Charles. Your fans mostly were unaware of Charles and the old friendship the two of you had. He rarely talked about you in the media, and you were never asked about him, even though the two of you were individually growing more famous by the day.

As the final song ended, you returned backstage, the sweat dripping down your face and your body heaving with exhaustion. This tour was more physically demanding than your last one, with intricate dance routines and high-energy performances. But it was all worth it as you heard the crowd's roar of approval after each song and saw their hands in the air, singing along to every lyric. The adrenaline rush and satisfaction of a flawless opening night kept you going despite the fatigue setting in.

You got a flood of compliments from your team and the crew backstage as you felt the dewy feeling of sweat on your forehead cool down. Your manager came up to and wrapped you in a big hug, congratulating you and updating you on the next steps for the tour.

“I know you don’t typically meet people after shows, but there’s actually a visitor here for you. He was pretty persistent.” She told you as you stood outside your dressing room.

“Who is it?” You asked tiredly, not wishing for long interactions with people after the show. You were worn out, and typically napped or slept through the night after a long show.

“He said his name is Charles Leclerc. Went on about how you guys were childhood friends. He showed his ID and credentials so we allowed it.” Your manager explained everything and as she was speaking your face became flushed. Charles was here, in L.A? And your management had allowed him to meet with you. You were partly in shock and partly frustrated with how easily he was able to persuade your team.

“Well…where is he?” You asked, and your manager pointed to your dressing room door. “He’s in my dressing room?” You questioned in a surprised voice, lowering your voice in case he could hear you.

“We weren’t sure where else he could’ve waited. He made it seem like he needed to have a serious talk with you.” She explained further and you put your head in your hands. You couldn’t believe the words that had come out of her mouth, and thought that maybe she was joking. You thought that you’d open up your dressing room door and it would be empty, earning a loud laugh from her and a “Got you!”

As you slowly opened your door, still clad in your flowing white dress, your heart caught in your throat as you saw Charles sitting on the plush brown leather couch. The air was thick with surprise and a tinge of nervousness, evidenced by Charles' fidgeting hands rubbing against his pants. You could barely breathe as you managed to utter a breathless greeting, "Hi."

He stood up abruptly, his body language tense and unsure. “Hi,” he replied.

The silence hung between you like a heavy curtain as you asked, "What...um...what are you doing here?" Your fingers instinctively ran through your slightly tangled hair as you waited for his response, feeling both overwhelmed and curious about this unexpected visit.

As he stood before you, he seemed to struggle with his words, his voice catching and pausing as if trying to contain an overwhelming emotion. You gazed at him in awe, taking in every detail of his changed appearance. The dimple in his cheek still deepened when he spoke, the same crystal eyes sparkled with unreadable emotions. But now his shoulders were broader, defined muscles rippling beneath his shirt, and his neck had thickened with strength. It was clear that time had passed, but it had only enhanced his features instead of diminishing them. "I," he finally managed to say, his gaze never leaving yours, "I came here to apologize." You couldn't believe he was standing in front of you after so long. And in this moment, all you could think about was how much you missed him and how different things could have been if he had stayed.

“Apologize?” You repeated, awaiting further clarification.

“I’ve missed you terribly.” He began to pour out, finally getting a grip on his words, “Every day we haven’t been together has haunted me. You’ve plagued my dreams, my every waking thought.” He took a swallow, “I see you online, doing amazing things, and I just feel this guilt that I’m not there with you.”

You could hardly believe the words he was saying. You felt the same, you missed him every morning you woke and every night you went to sleep. Yet you felt a tinge of resentment. He could have been there, he could have responded to your dozens of calls and texts.

“I’m sorry, mon chérie.” He finished his speech.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and your eyes watered with emotion, your face contorted with hurt. Your voice came out breathless as you spoke, "Char, why didn't you call?" Your heart ached with longing and you couldn't understand why he hadn't taken action to bridge the distance between you. The unspoken desire between you was almost tangible, making the current situation even more painful for both of you.

“My ex-girlfriend, once we got together she saw how often we communicated and told me that I couldn’t talk to you anymore. And I thought I loved her so much that I was willing to do whatever it took. But…it turns out…” He paused, looking you in the eyes.

“What?” You questioned, waiting for him to spit it out.

“It turns out as the years went on, that I just loved you.” He said as he stepped closer.

“You don’t mean that,” You denied shaking your head, a single tear running down your cheek.

“But I do,” he grabbed your hand, “I think I’ve always loved you.”

You broke out into a grin while tears still fell, and wrapped your arms around him, burying your head into his chest. “What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry mon amour, I guess I was just too stupid to actually do anything. But I love you, I love you so much.” His arms wrapped around your waist, kissing the top of your head.

You pulled back and placed your hands on his face, admiring his mature features. He took his thumbs to wipe off the tears on your face. “I love you too,” You told him and he grinned. “Will you finally kiss me?”

His lips met yours in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss. As your heart raced and butterflies fluttered in your stomach, you couldn't help but smile as his lips moved against yours. It was your first kiss with the love of your life, a moment that you would never forget.

You had always known deep down that he was the one for you, but you had spent so long convincing yourself that a friendship was all it could ever be. But now, as you felt the warmth of his embrace and the intensity of his kiss, you realized that the love of your life could also be your best friend - the person who knows and understands you better than anyone else in the world. And in that moment, you were grateful for every step that had led you to this perfect moment with him.

Charles had to return to his Formula One season, but the two of you called every day. He made it to shows on your tour when he could, and when you traveled to France to play your home show, he was there for every minute of it.

The crowd knew that this show was special, and fans had picked up on the new romance between you and Charles. Everyone was loving it, and older fans finally put the pieces together on the connection the two of you had. So for your home show, you played “Birds of a Feather” for everyone as a surprise, with Charles in attendance. The song had only changed meaning slightly, as you sang it with more love towards him than you’ve ever had before. Headlines were soon filled with your name along with his.

As the next year rolled around and January came, the two of you were inseparable at award shows, him proudly by your side for every one of your achievements. His smile lit up the room and his hand always found yours in the sea of people. Even when you won your first Grammy, he was there in all of your acceptance speeches, his eyes sparkling with pride.

As the year went on and you took a break from touring, you joined him on the road during his racing season. The roar of engines and smell of burning rubber filled your senses as you watched him race with skill and determination. The paddock quickly became like a second home to you, with fans flocking to meet the both of you. The Ferrari team welcomed you with open arms, treating you like family. It was a dream come true to be able to share this passion with him, and you couldn't imagine a better way to spend your time off.

Charles never dulled your shine; in fact, he basked in its radiance. He was not intimidated by your fame, but rather, he reveled in it. As you both shared stories about past relationships, Charles' understanding became apparent. He may have been known for different reasons, but he knew the highs and lows that came with celebrity status. Together, you formed an unbreakable bond of understanding and support. Life had become akin to heaven with Charles by your side, a constant source of love and grounding amidst the chaos of fame.

Together, you moved into a luxurious apartment in the heart of Monaco. The spacious living room had been transformed into your personal music studio, with instruments and recording equipment scattered about in organized chaos. The walls were adorned with posters from your past tours and handwritten lyrics. Charles stood by the window, looking out at the stunning view of the city below, while you strummed your guitar on the plush couch. The sense of security and stability he brought to your life was palpable - his presence assuring you that he would always be there, no matter where your music took you. As you played him your latest compositions, his fingers effortlessly danced across the keys of the piano, adding depth and richness to the melodies. Together, you created magic in that space - harmonizing not just in music but also in life.

As you laid in bed one night, your head rested on the pillow turned towards him, you caught him staring at you. You grinned, “What?”

“Nothing, I’ve just never seen someone more beautiful before in my life.” He told you in a low voice, smirking at you. You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing you should’ve expected him to shower you with compliments.

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, “Je t’aime chéri.”

You both settled into bed, cuddled up next to each other. He kissed your temple, “Je t’aimerai toujours plus.”

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thehighladywrites · 1 year ago

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I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater…

Pairing: azriel x reader, the ic, lucien and elain, and helion mentioned

Summary: angst, no happy ending for him, a bit ooc azriel bc he’s an absolute ass in this. also I can’t make elain the villain bc I love her. bittersweet ending, cassian and feyre being the most wonderul people ever. some swearing, like a tiiiiiny nsfw scene, like it barely counts, but i’ll warn you anyways.

Author’s note: yeah, this was inspired by heather, so definitely listen to it while reading💔 i just think this was the perfect day👀 never again am i writing angst, plus i might have been a bit dramatic when said this was gut-wrenching, i don’t think this was very angsty, just a bit tragic. but i hate angst so any angst is gut-wrenching in my eyes🤷🏽‍♀️ also there’s no revenge better than rising above…

Word count: 6,5 k words

If you see any grammar errors or spelling mistakes, no you didn’t ❤️

"Y/n, I practically hear your teeth chattering. Here, wear this." Azriel removed his sweater, passing it to you with a hint of concern in his eyes. You bit the inside of your lip to keep from smiling, he was always so thoughtful and observant. It was on of the reasons you fell in love with him.

"It's okay, Az, you'll freeze." You attempted to return the warm clothes, but he firmly pushed them back, fixing you with a stare that left no argument.

"I won't freeze. You know I'm used to this weather. Bet you miss your old home right about now." He alluded to your home court, The Day Court where the sun always shines, and standing on the balcony on a crisp December morning doesn't make your fingers feel like they'll fall off.

You arrived in Velaris to assist with document translations, given your expertise. Your services were in high demand across various courts. And initially, a month-long stay extended to two, then three. Eventually, enchanted by Velaris and its people, you asked Helion if you could make it your permanent home. The support of your friends added to the whole experience.

You slid into Azriel's warm sweater, feeling its comforting embrace. The fabric whispered tales of comfort and safety, an unspoken promise against the biting cold. As you adjusted to the newfound warmth, your heart felt a different heat—one that spoke against the unspoken feelings you had towards him. The subtle scent of his cologne lingered, intertwining with the softness of the fabric, creating a scent that seemed to make your heart flutter twice as hard. In that moment, you couldn't help but let the warmth of the sweater mirror the warmth within you.

“ Feel better?” You nodded, avoiding his eyes in fear that he’d be able to see the emotions portrayed on your face.

“ Thanks, Az. For the sweater and all. It’s really warm.”

The corner of his lips twitched as his eyes remained on you, “Keep it. It looks better on you than it ever did me anyways.”

He grabbed your hand before you could respond and walked back in, closing the balcony doors. Stuck between friends and something more, you felt lost. Wanting to confess your feelings to Azriel but scared it could mess things up, you were torn. The shared laughs felt like good friends, but those lingering looks sparked a longing for more. Balancing this act, you wrestled with risking the friendship for a shot at something deeper. In the middle of all this, you were standing there, not sure which way to go.

As you hesitated walking further with him, Azriel noticed you stopped walking and furrowed his brow. "Hey, what's up?" he asked, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.

You wanted to tell Azriel how you felt, but doubts held you back. As you looked at him, the sweater felt heavy with unsaid words. You wondered if it's better to say what's on your mind or keep it to yourself. Fear answered for you as you shook your head and gave him a reassuring smile.

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Later that day, during dinner, Azriel asked you to meet him in the upstairs library while your friends were distracted, to which you accepted, head spinning at the possibilities.

In the quiet sanctuary of the library, the air thick with unreadable energy, Azriel's eyes met yours. Without a word, he closed the distance and gently pressed his lips to yours, a silent acceptance of the feelings that had lingered in the unspoken spaces between you. The unexpected kiss marked a sweet transition between friendship and the uncharted territory of something more.

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For over a year, you and Azriel kept things under wraps, not really calling it a relationship. It was a secret, a kind of unspoken understanding. The stolen moments and shared looks formed the backbone of whatever it was between you. You regularly fell in each other’s beds and spent intimate moments together. There was however one specific night you’d always cherish.

You were in his bed, cuddling after he gave you yet another amazing time. Your legs were h thrown over his hips as you occasionally kissed his plushy lips. He held you tighter and ran his hand under your sweater. His eyes were lidded as he whispered intimately,

“ This sweater looks so fucking good on you, please never take it off. I’ve never given anything to another woman, but there’s something special about you. I love it when you wear it, like a reminder that you’re mine. No one else will wear it.” He pulled you closer and kissed your neck and collarbones. His hot breath made yours hitch as he fondled with your stiffened nipples.

Your attempt to come up with a response faltered as he brushed over another sensitive area, prompting a moan to escape your lips.

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But as time passed, the lack of clarity started to wear on you. The hidden nature of it all was both a source of comfort and frustration. You yearned for more, a real relationship, a label to put on what you had with Azriel.

But with the war and Feyre's sisters entering the scene, everything got complicated. Your attention got scattered, and the chaos made the unspoken thing with Azriel less of a priority for a while.

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After the traumatic and bloody war, you tried to seek Azriel for comfort, but he busied himself with Elain. His focus seemed to be on her, making it hard to find a moment to reconnect. The situation left you feeling unsure about where things stood between you two.

As the days went by, you noticed Elain entering Azriel's world completely, capturing his attention in a way that left you filled with jealousy and pit growing in your stomach. Her presence became a subtle intrusion, and the shared moments that were once exclusively yours now seemed to be scattered between you and her. The laughter and conversations, once intimate, now carried a different tone, a rushed tone to hurry away to Elain. A pang of jealousy crept into your heart, and the undefined nature of your connection with Azriel began to feel more fragile. The fear of losing him to someone else tugged at your emotions, leaving you questioning the unspoken relationship you had shared for so long.

You couldn’t even blame him. Elain was a sight for sore eyes, a beautiful girl with an even more beautiful soul. She had only treated you with kindness, giving you thoughtfull Solstice gifts and advice when needed.

You couldn’t justifiably be mad at her.

You’d pick her over you too.

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Maybe you should just face your problems head on and ask him for some advice to break the newfound ice. His grunts were heard as he punched cassians face, getting some blood on his knuckles. Approaching him in the training pit, you hoped he wouldn’t dismiss you. “ Hey, Az, can we talk?”

Looking at you with an unreadable expression, he sharply replied, “Yeah, sure, quick. What's up?”

You tentatively asked, noticing his mood, “ Um, you wanna go for a walk? I haven’t seen you for a while. Also, we’re supposed to meet tonight, are you still up for it?”

He glanced around, eyes searching for an out, “Can it wait? I've got something I need to take care of.”

You felt dismissed as he didn’t even address what you mentioned and used whatever power you had left and asked, “ I just thought-“

"Look, I'll catch up with you later, alright? But yeah, I guess i’ll meet you tonight." After Azriel quickly walked off, you felt a sting from his unintentional rudeness. He had been acting like this for a while now and they way he hurriedly accepted your offer was making you feel like a second choice. But why? You did want to meet him and he did say yes, so why in the mother’s name did this feel so…?

Trying to shake it off, you found a quiet spot to gather your thoughts. Doubts crept in, making you wonder if his abrupt exit meant something more. Left alone with unanswered questions, you thought about having a straightforward talk about where you stand in his life.

“Hey, you okay? What was that about?” Cassian’s tone was so gentle and inviting and it almost made you spill everything right there, but he already had his own issues and problems with Nesta so you didn’t want to burden him further.

"It was nothing. I, uh, I'll see you later, Cas." You hastily departed, your eyes stinging with impending tears.

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He was late. Again. This had happened seceral times before and despite agreeing to see him tonight, his prolonged absence weighed on you. Feeling a bit pathetic, you rose from your armchair and slipped under the covers, opting for a deep, dreamless sleep.

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As war flashbacks filled your mind, and a suffocating panic took hold in the middle of the night, leaving you sweating. You threw of your sheets, gasping as you made your way to door. Desperate, you rushed to find Azriel, your heart beating louder than the echoing footsteps in the quiet hallways. You hoped to find comfort, a break from your horrors, as you hurried along.

Turning a corner, the world shattered around you. Azriel and Elain stood in an embrace, lost in a kiss that felt like a thousand daggers piercing your chest. The air in your lungs disappeared , replaced by a crushing weight that threatened to swallow you whole. Time was lost as you grappled with the horrible realization that the sanctuary you sought was crumbling before your eyes.

Your Azriel wasn’t yours anymore.

Your Azriel wasn’t ever truly yours, a taunting voice spewed in your head

Quietly, your broken heart mirrored the shattered moonlight, pain etched into you, stranded in heartbreak's silent hallway where quiet screamed louder than war's echoes.

He had chosen to be with Elain even though he promised you he’d see you.

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Your heart was in your throat as you went downstairs for breakfast. The memory of Azriel shoving his tounge down Elains throat was still so fresh and it made something in you ache.

The dining room buzzed with the voices of friends and family as you dropped into a chair between Feyre and Lucien, saving space for more seats in front of you. Glancing to the right from your plate, you noticed Lucien, as he cut into his eggs. Oddly, you hadn't known he was back, despite being good friends. Ever since he learned about his father, he'd been curious about your old home in the day court, where his father ruled. You two became fast friends, and you promised to take him on an exclusive trip there anytime he wanted.

“ Hey, Lucien. How was your trip and when did you come back, I didn’t hear you enter yesterday.”

Yeah because you probably cried yourself to sleep, maybe that’s why.

He flashed his charming smile, tilting his head with playful eyes. "Missed me, Y/n?" he teased, laughing as you playfully punched his arm. Only he would crack jokes so early in the morning.

Deciding to tease him back, you couldn't resist digging into the details of his trip to the continent. You never got tired of his adventures, loving how he narrated them with grace and humor, making you feel like you were right there with him.

"Yeah, so what if I missed you? I enjoy having you around, Luc. But seriously, spill. Did you take down any monsters? Save any damsels in distress?"

Lucien chuckled, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, I did fight off a swarm of overeager pigeons. Does that count as saving the day or just a triumph against feathery creatures?" he quipped, his laughter infectious.

You howled at the thought of a flock of birds surrounding your friend, pecking at him while he irritatingly tries to remove them.

The room fell silent as Azriel walked in with Elain, and your laughter faded.

A mix of hot and cold flashes hit you as you saw Elain wearing your sweater.

The sweater Azriel gave you a year ago—the one that meant a lot to you.

The one you had grown to love and was a reminder of what could be.

The one that cemented your feelings for him.

He gave it to Elain.

The one he was kissing last night.

The one he swapped you with and then got irritated when you tried to approach him.

The one who was mated to the seething male next to you.

The weight of everyone's stares bore down on you as Elain and Azriel took their seats in front of you and Lucien. Feyre and Cassian's eyes felt like lasers on the side of your head as you couldn't look away from your sweater now worn by Elain. Confusion gnawed at you – you'd tossed it into the laundry basket, yet there she was, flaunting it. The fact that Azriel didn't seem to care only added to the bewilderment, even when he knew what it meant to you. Irritation sparked in you as you got ready to chew him out, because who the hell wears something that doesn’t belong to them. And maybe Elain didn’t know but Azriel sure as hell did and you had enough of whatever bullshit this was. But before you were able to speak up, Feyre beat you to it.

“Elain, where did you get that sweater? I’m pretty sure it’s y/n’s.” Everyone looked back at Elain as red colored her cheeks, she meekly looked at you as she sputtered her explanation.

“ I hope it’s okay y/n, I didn’t know it was yours. I was in the laundry room with Azriel and I got… Well I, I um, got dirty, so he handed me this shirt and told me it was okay but I should’ve asked. Do you want it back?”

Numbness was all you could describe what you felt like. There was no way to miss the insinuation. They fucked and he gave her your sweater to wear after. And she didn’t even know it was yours, so you didn’t blame her. You found a new level of respect for Lucien, because you weren’t even mated to Azriel and you felt all this pain. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how he felt.

Not having the energy for this you gave her a sweet smile and said something that made Azriel’s eyes stay on you the rest of the meal.

“No worries, Elain. The shirt means nothing to me. Keep it. It looks better on you than it ever did on me, anyway.”

You casually picked up your fork, trying to eat away the tension that lingered in the air. Throughout the meal, Lucien remained tense next to you, his mate leaning against the shadowsinger, his arm around her. The gesture practically shouting that he didn't care about Elain's mate sitting across from him, much to Rhysand's dismay.

"Lucien, I'm full. Do you want to accompany me to town? There are a few things I need to get, and I could use some help carrying them." You extended your hand, and he took it, ever the gentleman, placing it so you held onto his arm with a smile.

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Reaching the pathway to the town square, the open nature felt like a breath of fresh air. Despite you and Lucien being able to winnow, a walk through the cold December morning seemed necessary to clear your head. Glancing at Lucien, you sensed a shared need for clarity. Unable to contain it any longer, you decided to spill everything, the weight of unspoken words demanding release.

“I’ll be honest, I suspected something along those lines. I mean you weren’t being subtle about it. But the sweater threw me off.”

“Oh, I suppose our subtlety is not relevant anymore. Lucien, I just want you to know how much I appreciate you and hold you in high regard. Feel free to share anything; I'm here to listen. I can't even fathom how hard it must be when you're mated.”

His sad laughter echoed, tugging at your heartstrings, confirming that it wasn't an easy situation. As he opened up, every word he shared made perfect sense, resonating with what you were feeling.

After wandering around The Rainbow, sipping hot chocolates, and sharing your thoughts, you headed home. However, upon your return to The House, you were greeted by a pacing and visibly upset Azriel. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked at Lucien who looked just as confused as you. Azriels pacing came to a halt as he quickly made his way over to you.

“ Where have you been? I looked for you everywhere. Why where you out with him?” Hot fury coarsed through your veins as you snapped at his tone. Just who the hell did he think he was?

“Where I am and who I'm with isn't your concern. Now excuse me, I'm going to my room. Lucien, I'll see you around. Thank you for your help.” You stood on your toes, giving Lucien a kiss on the cheek, and then briskly walked to your room, leaving Azriel with his thoughts. Though he certainly didn’t think very long as his footsteps inched closer behind you.

Azriel stood before you with a tense expression. “Why were you with Lucien?” he demanded, his eyes searching for answers.

As much as you missed him and ached for him, there wasn’t a single planet where you’d let him disrespect you and then demand answers like some jealous boyfriend. Anger took over as you stood tall and laid everything for him.

“Listen, I don’t know what you think you’re doing but you can’t talk to me like that. Lucien is a good male, you should know, your fucking his mate and he hasn’t murdered you yet.”

His face was back to it’s neutral state, the state of the shadowsinger and spymaster of the night court. He stepped closer, jaw tight as he spewed words that made your blood boil.

“I don’t want to see you around Lucien again. I don’t care that you’re friends because it looks like you want to fuck him. You belong to me and I don’t share.”

The possessiveness normally would’ve turned you on as it once did when a male tried to hit on you a few months ago. But this just made you want to punch him clean across his face.

“Azriel, I’m not sure you’re hearing me. I may see whoever I want because you’re not my father or mate or anything. And I’m not a thing, I do not belong to you so I will do whatever pleases me.” You stepped closer, interrupting whatever he was about to say.

“Unless you’re actually disturbed, then you’re capable of understanding that you’ve chosen Elain, you’ve neglected me and have chosen her. I don’t blame you, the heart wants what it wants. But atleast grow a pair and say it to my fucking face. How dare you come to me and demand I stop seeing my friend?”

“ Y/n, let me just-”

“ No, i’m saying what I’m going to say then me and you never have to talk unless it’s absolutely necessary.” The last bit of anger you had, fired up the question you had been asking yourself for a while.

“Why did you give her my sweater when you said you’d never give it to anyone. Why would you ever give her what’s mine? From my laundry basket? Are you truly heartless or just plain stupid? And why do you care about what im doing? You’ve made it clear we’re over.” You swallowed back your tears, determination winning over the burning behind your eyes, no fucking way would you cry in front of him.

His words devoid of any sense of emotion rattled you. He ignored everything you said as he gave his stupid answer.

“First of all, it’s just polyester. You’re acting like a child over a shirt. And you’re my mate, so I think I get some say in who you see.” As if his words triggered something, an obnoxious golden thread snapped itse in your chest. The weight of it heavy with sadness and betrayal.

He looked bored and uninterested as he stared you down. “I’ve always wanted a mated and when you first arrived, the bond snapped into place, hence why I fucked you for over a year. And I almost told you about it but then Elain came along and I realized I love her more than I want a mate. You know, The Mother is cruel, she should’ve just made me and her mates so we could’ve skipped this ugly little moment. Oh well-”

A grunt escapes as he staggered back from your punch. That arrogant, hypocritical piece of shit knew you were his mate, he knew it every single time he bedded you, he knew it when you cried and laughed, he knew it when you told him how much you wanted one.

He knew and he didn’t care.

A whirlwind of emotions hit you as the bond intensified. A headache crept in as you turned away and left in silence, your head filling with questions.

How could you face him without the urge to punch again? Did Elain know all this? Did anyone? How could you stay here without wanting to kill him? And why was your face wet?

You halted, a trembling hand reaching for your face. Tears flowed, and a humorless, empty laugh escaped you. You hurried back to your room, sobs breaking through. Collapsing onto the bed, waves of sadness, heartbreak, and betrayal overwhelmed you.

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You stayed in your room, wallowing in self-pity for the next few days without eating or seeing anyone. The House put several plates of food on the table next to you but you just felt nauseous. Your friends had reached out and tried to talk to you only to be met with your silence, it speaking loud enough for them to understand you didn’t want to see anyone.

A knock made you snap your head up as the person persisted. Irritation sparked in you as the knocks kept up. Letting out a sound of annoyance you got up, letting your legs get adjusted from the days of not using them, before strutting over and throwing the door open only to be met with by Cassian and Feyre.

“ Oh, what are you doing here, I think I’ve made myself very clear. I’m really not inte the mood for this.” You sensed an intervention and there couldn’t possibly be a worse time. They ignored you, much to your dismay, and just stepped in and plopped down on one of the plush sofas that decorated your room.

“ Y/n, we haven’t seen you for almost a week. I’ve accepted you don’t want to see anyone but i’m starting to get really worried. Please know that whatever’s burdening you doesn’t have to weigh on your shoulders alone. We’re here for you and if you don’t want to talk to us then maybe Azriel? I know you like each other and have some connection.” Your stomach dropped when she mentioned his name.

"No, absolutely not Azriel. I never want to see that lying son of a bitch ever." They appeared alarmed and confused since you always spoke highly of him. Feyre and Cassian were the only ones aware of the true nature of your relationship with him. They had supported you, and were the only ones shocked about the sweater Elain wore, knowing its significance to you.

"What do you mean? What did he do?" They rose to give you a hug, noticing your eyes glossing over. Sitting on either side of you, they held you as you poured out the details. In the safety of your friends’ embrace, you told the painful details of Azriel's betrayal. The room echoed with the weight of your emotions as they listened, offering comfort and understanding.

"I feel so stupid. I know he's my mate, but I still feel betrayed. He made it clear we were just sleeping together, but there were so many mixed signals, and I just... I don't know. I have no anger left; I honestly don't care anymore. And I know it's not Elain's fault because she doesn't know we're mates, but I'm afraid I'll hurt her if I see her near Azriel. Gods, I really admire Lucien. I wonder how he's gone this long without breaking down." You shook your head as you looked to them. Their expression was laced with sadness and anger towards the spymaster.

“ I’ll kick his ass today at training, I’m so sorry honey.” Cassian was filled with conflict and anger at his dear friend being put through this. And Feyre didn’t look better as she glared at the door as if Azriel might suddenly appear. They were finally both mated and could imagine the pain of their mate doing something like this.

“ Y/n, do you want to come with me and stay at the River House? Maybe some time away from him will do you good. Lucien is also staying there and he has been down lately too. I’ve talked to him and your situations are very similar. Maybe you should talk to him.” Feyre held your hand, her voice gentle as she gave you a smile when you nodded, accepting the offer.

Cassian walked over to your closet and packed you a bag of clothes while Feyre led you to your vanity and brushed through your hair. She pulled it into one of the simpler styles you usually went for. You went onto the bathroom and took a quick shower. Cassian knocked softly and handed you a change of clothes. You felt an overwhelming gratitude for your friends caring nature as tears welled up in your eyes. They approached with laughter, and it sparked a genuine smile from you. Gods, you loved your friends.

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Azriel flew back to The House after spending the day with Elain and dropping her off outside the River House. Though he loved Elain, she hadn’t reciprocated his feelings and it grated his nerves. He threw away a perfectly good mate. She should be loving him back too. As he entered The House, the unusual silence struck him. Cassian and Nesta’s typical noise was absent, and the absence of any sound from you heightened his worry. Azriel anxiously opened doors and searched every corner, looking for any sign of anyone.

He remembered that it was Sunday, the day of their usual family dinner. He let out a sigh of relief and changed before flying to the estate.

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Your wineglass paused mid-air as Azriel walked in, placing a kiss on Elain's shoulder. She glanced at Lucien, subtly distancing herself. Despite her evident discomfort, Azriel nonchalantly put his arm around her. You felt bad for Elain. Maybe she wasn’t feeling Azriel anymore but didn’t have the heart to tell him.

A snarl ripped you from your thoughts as Lucien stood up looking murderous. Elain looked up at him with a hint of relief as Azriel simply pulled her closer and stared at him, face unreadable.

“Get your arm off her before I kill you.” Luciens voice came out gritted and you instinctively moved away a bit, not daring to get too close to the seething male witnessing his mate feel uncomfortable. Lucien was a levelheaded male and it took a lot for him to get really angry, so anyone with half a brain knew not to tread to closely. Rhysand next to him, stood up aswell, sensing that there probably would be a fight, ready to intervene.

“You’re going to kill me? I’d like to see you try.”

That was definitely the wrong thing to say because Elain frowned and pushed his arm away, making her way over to Lucien, calming him down by grabbing his hand shyly. He still held eye contact with Azriel, slightly smiling as Azriel grew angry.

“Don’t lay your hands on her again. If i ever see you making her uncomfortable, I’ll hang you with your own insides.” Elain looked at him with wide eyes and dragged him further down the table.

“Okay, what the actual fuck? What is going on and why are you looking at y/n like that?” Rhysand’s voice broke whatever trance was going on. Your interest peaked as your eyes slid over to Azriel’s only to find them filled with his usual boredom mixed with anger.

You let out a laugh, not being able to stop as you thought about how ridiculous he was being.

“ Well, let’s see. Azriel is my mate and he kept it hidden from me since the day I met him. Oh, and we fucked around for a year or so before he became a dick and started ignoring me, stopped coming to our planned meetings and I finally understood it was because of Elain. But I don’t blame her, I blame him. Hmm… what else? Right! He knew about us being mated and wished he was mated to her instead, and look how that turned out. The one you left me for doesn’t even want you anymore Azriel, how does that make you feel, mate?”

You bit out the last words with poison as you gave him a half smirk. Elain approached you, as everyone soaked up the information. She held your hands in her shaking ones and looked at you with a pained expression.

“ Y/n, please believe me, I didn’t know you two were seeing each other, let alone were mates. He told me you were just friends and nothing more. Had I known, I wouldn’t have ever been with him. And if i’m honest I thought i wanted to be with him, but I want to get to know my mate.” Before she could ramble on you pulled her into a hug, feeling bad for her. She hadn’t know and still apologized.

“Elain, I assure you, I don't hold any blame towards you. I'm happy you want to get to know Lucien. Trust me, he's genuinely funny and nice when he's not being a sarcastic ass.” Laughter filled the air as you and Elain shared a moment, lightening the mood.

You let her go as she got closer to Lucien. No matter how much you wanted to seek your mate out for comfort, you couldn’t let it happen. You knew there was only one thing left.

“ Azriel, I reject the bond. I don’t know how I can ever be with you after this. Not only did you lie to me, you lied to everyone. I’m never going to trust you completely and I think we need to work on ourselves. But it won’t be with each other.” With that you turned on your heel and left for your room, leaving behind a shattered bond and pleading a mate.

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Azriel's three-month-long begging for a second chance haunted you, likely triggered by witnessing Elain and Lucien's kiss in the courtyard. While you were happy for them, a lingering sadness stayed you, realizing you would never experience a shared bond. Azriel had robbed you of the beauty of a mating bond, and forgiveness felt out of the question. Suffocated by him, you made your way to Feyre and Rhysand's office, ready to ask the dreaded question that had lingered within you for a while.

“ Come in!” Feyre’s gentle voice probed you to open the door as you slithered in. They both looked at you with caution. After breaking the bond, you had been bedridden for three weeks. The physical and mental toll it took on you was overwhelming and some days you questioned your decision. But then you remembered what led you here and just powered through.

“ Guys, I promise I feel much better, so please no more mother-henning. Especially you Rhys.” Feyre let out an amused giggle as Rhys just narrowed his eyes in mock irritation. The weight of what you had to say hung heavy on your shoulders, but you knew they'd support you. Opting for honesty, you decided to rip off the bandaid.

“ I want to move back to the Day Court. I love it here but I miss my home, my siblings, my parents, my friends. I wasn’t supposed to stay this long and even though I love velaris, I can’t live here so close to… him. Not only that but I’ve been sending letters to Helion and he is very eager to meet Lucien and has asked me to check if he wants to come.” You decided to drop the last bomb, asking them for a huge favor.

“I also wanted to see if you could erase my memories of Azriel. Not everything, just the whole fiasco. I genuinely want to move on, and I feel like I won't be able to if I keep dwelling on it. Believe me, I've tried to avoid him and the situation for the past months, but the thoughts still linger.”

They were silent for a moment, likely speaking to each other through their mind. You met their saddened eyes as they nodded.

“I'm sorry you feel this way, Y/n. I genuinely wanted you to feel at home here, but of course we won't force you to stay. We'll erase the memories, but only if you promise to visit someday. Perhaps even let us come to you? I've heard the Day Court's sun is not to be played with, almost rivaling the Summer Court.” You giggled and nodded at Rhysand's words, tears streaming down your face – a mix of happiness and sadness. Overwhelmed with emotions, you embraced them as they gave you a big hug, one of the last you realized.

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You surveyed your now empty room, memories of passionate moments and heartfelt kisses with Azriel lingering in the air. It felt like a distant past, a different life, a different version of you. Shouldering your bag, you descended the stairs. Rhysand had winnowed all your belongings back to your old quarters in Helion's palace. Lucien and Elain, already packed, awaited you at the breakfast table. It was time to share one last meal as residents of this house.

After announcing the news, Lucien and Elain asked if they could join you, insisting on the top-class tour of the court you had promised him. Delighted, you agreed, more than happy to bring your friends along as you all headed back home.

The table was filled with your friends as you shared one last meal, Azriel's seat empty as he was out on a mission. Unable to face him in fear of lingering emotions, you insisted on leaving while he was away.

Feyre stood at the head of the table, a mix of emotions visible in her eyes. She cleared her throat, capturing everyone's attention.

“Today marks the beginning of a new chapter for Y/n, Lucien, and Elain. Though farewells are always bittersweet, we must embrace change and growth. Y/n, you've been a cherished member of our court and a life-long friend, and while your path diverges, our bonds remain unbroken. Never forget that you will always have a home here.”

She smiled warmly, addressing each one individually, “Lucien, my first and dear fae friend, Elain, my kind older sister, your presence has brought joy to our home. The Day Court awaits, and I have no doubt that your light will shine brightly there.”

She raised her glass, “To new beginnings, may your paths be lit by the stars that connect us all. Safe travels, my friends.”

The room echoed with the clinking of glasses, a heartfelt farewell lingering in the air.

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After tearful goodbyes, Feyre and Rhysand exchanged a glance, understanding the weight of your request. Pulling you aside, Feyre spoke softly, “Are you ready for this?"

You nodded, feeling Rhysand place a gentle hand on your forehead as Feyre held the back of your head. Together, they wove their magic, erasing the memories of Azriel and the pain attached to them. As the magic settled, you blinked, a new easiness in your eyes.

Rhys offered a reassuring smile, “May this bring you peace on your journey, Y/n.” You gave them a final hug, walking back to Lucien and Elain and winnowed back to your home.

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TWO YEARS LATER

At Helion's annual grand ball, you moved through the crowd, the vibrant atmosphere alive with laughter and music. You glanced around as you spotted your friends.

Approaching your dear friends, you hugged and greeted all of your friends, updating them about your life as you heared the uptade of theirs. Then, unexpectedly, you found yourself face to face with Azriel. His expression revealed a mix of confusion and curiosity. This was the first time you had met him simce you moved. Your friends told you that he was often gone on long missions, only staying briefly to report to Feyre and Rhysand before heading back out. Unbeknownst to you, your friends had slowly decreased their conversations and meetings with Azriel and he was now more of an employee than a friend. They loved both of you but there was no way to just let him back in as a dear friend after what he did.

“Hi, Azriel. It’s been a while. How’s everything going?”

He nodded, "Indeed. I must admit, I'm surprised to see you here."

You chuckled, “Really? I mean it is my home after all. Why is it shocking?”

Azriel furrowed his brows, "I thought... after everything, you hated me."

Your eyes widened in confusion, “Hate? I don’t know what you mean, Azriel. Why would I hate you? You’re a dear friend of mine.”

Realization dawned in Azriel's eyes, “Your memories...” But before he could continue, Rhysand pulled him away.

Azriel's realization hit him hard. The weight of the moment pressed upon him, and he felt a deep sense of remorse. Seeing you free from the memories, both good and bad, brought a profound ache.

He swallowed hard, the truth settling heavily in his chest. He had caused so much pain that you chose to erase him from your mind. A sickness crept over him, the regret of his actions piercing through as he watched you move through the ball, blissfully unaware of the history you once shared. Surrounded by the festive atmosphere, he felt a deep loss and the haunting echo of an irreversible mistake.

You looked happier and healthier than you had ever been. Deciding to not disturb the peace you created, he simply disappeared into his shadows, seeking out their comfort as he always had.

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So, they'll be a workaholic. As independent as they'll be, they'll also be alone and kind of isolated. They'll be really guarded to date romantically which will naturally lead to them being commitment phobic. They won't be the most spiritual person, they'll be someone who'll be more grounded in reality at that time (not really to be honest, they'll be ungrounded and disconnected but will be trying to be realistic and logical). They'll be burying away their feelings and past traumas but after meeting you, they'll start gaining clarity on their fears. You'll cause them to be really confused because of their feelings for you. They won't express any of this to you at that time but they'll rationalise everything internally and feel a sense of gratitude is what I'm getting. You'll make them feel consumed, it's like when the both of you will be together, they'll feel a high but there's still some anxiety there. I feel like there'll be a lot of things left unsaid, some missed communication between the both of you and you might go through a temporary separation. About why they'll fall in love with you, there are many reasons but the main one is just how they'll feel towards you.

They'll feel like they were really mean to you and the way they'll feel towards you will just be out of control. They'll feel like even the way they acted towards you was not very controlled. This is funny, they'll fall in love with you but will be mean to you before the seperation occurs, however, you're not going to be innocent either. Your intentions seem to be innocent but because of how they'll make you feel and because of how they seem commitment phobic (they might make it clear to you that they do not have space for you in their life to be honest 😭). You'll also be cold towards them, at some point, you'll tell them something like you don't really care about what's going on in their life or something (it won't sound as mean but it'll definitely be saddening). You'll be in a very unstable place before the seperation occurs but you'll still have high expectations and standards (probably because lowering your standards earlier got you nowhere). The both of you seem to be really different from each other, maybe even opposites but there'll be something that just attracts you to each other, you'll be equally as repulsed by each other though. There's something about feelings growing very fast here, the connection has such a slow yet fast energy.

When you'll first meet them, you'll seem hyperactive in certain ways but will still have a body language and facial expressions that hint lack of energy. You might meet in an environment where you'll have to take up certain responsibilities but you'll seem too naive and playful to get things done 💀. There'll be times when you'll have small temper tantrums. There'll be some petty arguments, playful banters and drama (to be honest, it seems to be a major theme in your dynamic). There's something about you being really emotional and kind of lacking maturity. You'll teach them a lot of life lessons. After your separation ends, you'll show up as someone with a lot of integrity. I just heard "there's something called 'cause and effect'". You're going to show up as someone pretty honest too, especially with what you want in life and think that you deserve. You'll be on the right path when you'll meet them after the separation. There'll be something about you though, before your seperation they might have thought that you'd probably wait for them because they seem to have come across as a respectful person but that image will just shatter after they meet you again.

I wouldn't be surprised if you're mean to them though. You'll very much be in a 'should I stay or should I go?' energy before or after you'll meet again. You're going to be more focused on the long term so you might choose to let go of them. They'll kind of realise their feelings before your seperation occurs and after the realisation , they'll actually be in a deep reflection period. They'll come off as someone very mysterious and secretive to you. I feel like they'll just hold it close to their chest and might choose working on other things instead. They will give in to their pride and withdraw. They'll just give up, this makes me so emotional to be honest. It'll be difficult for them to control themself because their emotions will feel so raw so they'll feel like they need to get their control back by giving up instead. After you meet again after the seperation, they'll choose to be decisive. I feel like the both of you will look to the past and think about how far you've come. There'll be a sense of nostalgia that'll hit them as soon as they'll see you. I'm also getting that you'll have changed a lot, your core aspects will still be the same though. They'll choose to free themself and trust how things turn out. 'We don't talk anymore' by Selena Gomez and Charlie Puth is coming through here.

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They'll fall in love with you because they'll learn something new through and from you. If they're an introverted person (like low-key anti-social), they could still enjoy being outdoors or around people if it's with you. People don't choose to be loyal, they either feel it or they don't and they will feel loyalty towards you. There's something about them seeing your potential and also helping them see their own potential. You'll make them feel really happy. There's something about wisdom coming through. This seems to be the classic case of 'real recognises real'. You'll feel safe around each other. 4th house and 5th house synastry seems to be significant here (could be composite too though). You will probably be mirroring each other a lot. You'll both meet each other after a very painful ending will have occurred in your lives. There's something about things just slipping through the fingers. A lot of things left unsaid, fear coming in, pushing each other away, etc. They'll fall in love with you because they'll see you as someone who's diligent and determined. They'll fall in love with you because you'll be self sufficient and independent, you'll also help them become the same way.

You'll feel like the calm after the storm to them, however, due to them not being used to the calmness, they will restrict their true feelings and character to a certain extent. They'll end up acting out of character and will be angry at you 💀. Their energy will be scattered and they'll act sort of arrogant. They'll show you unlimited potential though :(. You'll help them feel really confident so they'll naturally act confident too. There'll be times when they'll act really carefree and fun. The love between the both of you holds a certain innocence to it. They will be commitment phobic and end up expressing it in one way or another though. They'll make you feel special and you'll have a lot of fun together but they will give themself away by saying somethings that will make you feel like they aren't serious about you or you don't mean as much to them. Much like the first pile, there seems to be a separation here too. They'll be so different from most people that you'll have met but they'll not seem to be in the energy for anything serious with you which will definitely be hurtful. When they'll realise that what they feel towards you is actually love, they'll jump in and out.

The romance between the both of you (the first time) will be ungrounded and fast paced but also short lived. Even though the relationship doesn't seem to progress, spiritually the both of you will get so intimate because you'll affect each other really deeply. They will use their energy in wrong ways and will be restricting everything. They'll act really hasty, supposing they are ignoring you, it'll be in a haste. They'll end up acting like a heartbreaker and will leave you confused. They'll act really moody so you won't know how to act with them or where you stand with them. At the end, you'll feel like maybe you didn't mean as much to them as you thought you did. This is so sad, oh my god. You'll feel like they didn't care enough about you. They'll just act very selfish, I won't lie. They'll be non-committal and things will be messed up between the both of you. I don't know what will happen but the both of you will meet again, maybe they'll reach out to you. I'm certainly getting some sort of communication here. You'll both be grateful to each other and you in particular will have developed down to earth character. When they'll reach out, you'll not be the most receptive.

You'll probably have an argument or a discussion that's leaning towards you not being open to their offer. You'll tell them something like "things have ended already" or "it's better if we end things here". You'll even say something like "we're incompatible, it's not going to work". You'll have developed a strong identity by that point and will choose to come forward with self integrity. You'll be really forward with them and will try to talk to them in a mature manner. They will choose to come in slower, the energy that I'm getting is that they'll be feeling quite scattered too because you'll make it pretty clear that you don't want anything to do with them. They'll choose to give you time while still having times when they just feel torn and cold. They'll really want control over the situation again. They'll start expressing love to you through their actions rather than their words and will suggest that even if you're not lovers, you should remain as friends. They'll be generous and genuine. They'll just have good intentions for the both of you. They'll express gratitude to you very often. Due to the gratitude, it might be a bit difficult for them to let you go? Eventually, you'll give in and choose to trust them.

⸼ ۫ ︎︎⊹ ! 🪡︎ Pile 3 ꒱

I love this because the last two piles felt draining 😭. They'll be in a calm and emotionally healthy energy when you'll meet them. They'll be caring and tolerant at that time. They'll be emotionally mature and let's just say that they'll be a good person. They'll be considerate of others but still difficult to sway morally. They'll be rising above their problems and will have learned a lot from their past. They'll be positive as they'll know that they've gotten over the worst already. They'll either have developed or will be developing good communication skills. They'll be in a place where they'll want to be honest and communicative. They'll have gained a lot of clarity on a lot of different things and will be having realisations that will be leading to breakthroughs. They'll be pretty mentally stable and will be resilient, even if their life isn't going particularly good, it'll not be going extremely bad especially because of their mindset. They'll be feeling like they can battle anything that life throws at them, they'll be feeling proud of themself too. They'll have a vision for themself and their future. Their imagination will be running wild but in the best way possible. They'll fall in love with you because of how much potential the you seem to have. They'll see your potential and I feel like you'll have a lot of unused potential?

You'll somehow still be very confident though and will be self focused. You seem like the type to be like "wow, I'm so pretty, I must've saved a country in my past life to be born with a face like this" while looking at the mirror, eyes full of admiration for your own beauty. You'll have arguments but somehow it'll lead to revelations and you'll balance each other out despite how different or incompatible you are. You'll let them take the dominant role and they'll feel like they can assert themself with you. You'll hype them up and make them feel like you're proud of them. You'll make them feel like you see them for who they are and see their integrity? They'll feel like they're in the spotlight for you and you see them. They'll feel possessive over you and will want to have you. They'll feel such a tenderness towards you, they'll feel like they just want to keep you in their life. They'll feel protective of you and just adore you so much. You'll also help them feel more confident, they'll not be able to get enough of you, they'll just want more. After realising their feelings, they'll choose to trust you. They'll be more alert, pay attention to you and interact more with you. They'll listen to the things that you say and remember them so that they can make you feel special and touched. This is wholesome. They'll try to be more seen by you, they'll want you to take them seriously.

They'll try to talk to you about things and teach you a lot. They'll also try to get relationship advice from those they really trust. They'll try to create a valuable connection with you. You'll prove to be really helpful to them, you'll help them focus more on their work, they'll just feel really motivated to do better because of you. Even if it's just slow and small improvements, they'll implement those in their own life and also in the relationship between the both of you. Just being around you is going to feel so healing to them. They'll start being even more kind to themself and understand their past mistakes. They'll forgive and accept themself and the way things turned out to be. They'll actually choose to come forth to you with a strategy that is actually logical. They'll still be hopeful though. You'll either ignore the signs that they throw in here and there or you'll just be oblivious to them. Even you'll be working on some stuff within yourself so well you'll be critical of yourself and just everything. You might have been kinda guarded to them because of your own issues but you'll finally choose to be open to communicating with them. At first you'll withdraw from them to sort out your feelings but will make a firm decision after that. You'll let go of your fears to be with them because you'll love them. After you choose them, you'll also find new purposes in life. This is truly beautiful. The direction will be chosen and set for the both of you. I'm happy for you, take care.

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BRO. NEW FAN!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR GENE FICS!!!!!

So much, that I come requesting 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Bully!Gene(if you do that, if not then teenager Gene) x smart or very intelligent reader :)) can be romantic or platonic!!

𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: pdh gene x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: how ironic is it, when you have to run to someone you’re scared of for protection. maybe, though, you don’t need to be as scared as you are.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: hurt/comfort, slight angst, unsaid feelings from gene but could also be seen as platonic, “i bully her but only i can bully her” ahh trope, i had to give high school gene some masked redeeming qualities because i said so, gene still being gene in high school (so cussing and delinquent behavior, but not towards reader), he scares you a lil but doesn’t actually bully you

𝐂𝐖: reader is bullied by other students, mentions of violence

𝐀/𝐍: i took offff with this trope bro i lowkey wanna write a whole fic rather than a oneshot about this. i relate so much to the goody two shoes smarty pants reader because that’s still me out of high school tbh hahaha thank you for the prompt anon! (also, the scenario was inspired by a clip of a cdrama i saw one time)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

you’re not sure why it started. you’re not even sure when.

was it because you were friends with aphmau? or garroth? because you followed the rules and made good grades? or were you just an easy target?

at first, she had only sent glares your way, cerise hair framing that ugly grimace she’d reserved for you when no one was looking. sometimes she’d spit a snide comment or two, aiming to berate you and take you down from the core. but then it got worse. you were “bumped into”. then shoved outright. threatening notes were tucked in your locker when you weren’t looking.

she must have realized people would believe you if you told someone. you had a good standing, kept to yourself, didn’t go out of your way for attention. and she had a reputation to keep, too.

you were shocked, when one day she had stopped. she didn’t speak to you, didn’t hit you. hell, she didn’t even go near you. but it wasn’t because she was done with you, it was because it was going to get worse.

students you didn’t even know started approaching you, accusing you of things you’d never done, berating you, and if no one was looking…

you had wondered every possibility of why and when.

but now, you don’t think of any of that, as a group of boys chased you through the empty halls, spatting unrepeatable insults and threats of violence that you sure weren’t just empty promises. you could barely think—barely breathe and stay ahead—as you sprinted through the side of the school that somehow no teacher nor student could be seen to help.

you still kept your destination set on one spot, a place that would either save you or make your situation a thousand times worse. it was your only option, though, ironically as it was.

bursting through the doors of the school’s outdoor shed, you nearly collapsed in relief at the sight of him—your bleak sliver of hope for survival.

hooded eyes meet yours curiously from under thick lashes and messy black hair, before snapping to the group of boys racing in behind you like a pack of hyenas. his jaw snaps in place, nearly squishing the half burned cigarette that hung from his lips. he sits up from his spot on some stacked gym mats, his purposefully disheveled uniform even messier than usual. they freeze at the doorway, nearly tumbling over the other as their eyes widen at the sight.

“get the fuck out.” is all he has to say, lifting a scabbed-over hand to flick ash in their direction as they scramble back out of sight.

your relief is short lived, you realize, as you’re now left alone with him. you anxiously shy away from his dark blue gaze, your legs wobbling as they try to take you towards the door. you nearly jump out of your own skin when his tall build quickly intercepts your path, his arm lazily reaching out to shut the door and seclude the two of you inside.

“not you.”

you back up as he begins to pace toward you, every two steps you take one of his before you’re finally stopped by the shelf behind you. the scent of a musky cologne and cigarette smoke invades your senses as he also stops, face merely inches away from yours as he looks down at you.

“how did you know i was in here?”

you quickly turn to try and run around him, but his hand connects against the shelf to your right. as you flinch and try to turn the other way his other arm has already pinned you in, leaving you completely trapped.

“i’m sorry.” you finally muster, head ducked as you stare at the ground in front of you. “i didn’t know.”

��so you just happened to run into me here in a place no one has caught me in, yet, huh?” he tilts his head. “you thought it would be smart to run in a secluded area with no escape while a group of boys was after you, is that it?”

you stay silent, fighting away the tears of exhaustion and anxiety biting at your eyes. gene looks away from you towards the door again, plucking the cigarette from his lips and exhaling more smoke from his lungs.

his eyes flick back down to you, watching as your features flinch in displeasure and nausea as some of the smoke catches in your face. a second passes before he drops it to the concrete flooring, putting out the lit paper and nicotine under his shoe.

“you may be smarter than me when it comes to academics but i’m not falling for that. you think i haven’t noticed you watching me? somehow always “running into me” when you’re in trouble?”

the blood drains from your face as you realize you’ve been caught, your teary eyes dreadfully trained at the wall.

“it’s kind of rude to take advantage of me like that and not pay me back…” he trails, calculating eyes trained on every reaction and expression you give. “maybe i’ll make you join my group and do my dirty work for me.”

you curse internally at the tears that fall from your eyes, unable to contain themselves in your eyes as they spill over. an embarrassed moment passed before a busted up hand brushes against your cheek, catching the delicate and salty liquid on his fingers. you flinch, finally facing him as your reddened eyes meet his. his expression is unreadable, making a face you hadn’t seen on him before.

“nah. you wouldn’t be able to handle it.” he finally says, his voice nearly startling you.

a couple seconds more pass as he stares at your silent tears, eyebrows furrowing before he makes a noise somewhere between a scoff and a sigh. he straightens his posture, lifting his arms away and releasing you from his trap.

“they should be gone now.” he waves his hand, motioning towards the shed door for you to leave when you don’t move as if his intentions had been obvious in the first place.

“go.”

“what? you don’t want anything?” you ask, voice wobbling.

“i don’t care for ivy’s style. and people like you aren’t any fun to mess with, anyways...” he says, his eyes finally leaving yours for once as he stares off at the wall behind you, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

you hesitate a second more, but you don’t have time to dissect his body language or choice of words, so you quickly head towards the door. you pause one last time before running out, turning to him again.

“thank you.”

and then you’re gone. gene groans, cursing under his breath and running his hand through his hair as he trails to the doorway to watch you disappear back into the school again. you weren’t sure how to feel when your aggressors stopped approaching you so much, their presence replaced by a distant glimpse you’d catch of messy black hair in your peripheral. sometimes you’d even notice sasha or zenix quietly trailing after you in the hall, but you knew better than to question it, gratefully keeping your head down.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

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flowerandblood · 8 months ago

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The Fall from the Heavens (16)

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, dirty talk, breeding kink, description of wounds and trauma, remorse ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

Characters & Series Moodboard Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Childhood

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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He remembered little of their journey back to King's Landing; it seemed to him that his conversation with Daemon, and before that with Aegon, had been a dream, and that it had all not really happened. Throughout the journey, he kept his cheek pressed against his wife's temple, feeling great relief but also fear.

He was sure she would run away.

He was sure she would let him down again, and some part of him wished she would.

Why?

When they reappeared in the Red Keep there were only a few hours left until dawn; he instructed his guards to convey to his brother as soon as he woke up, that he should call a meeting of the Small Council where he would be able to give a brief report of what had happened.

Afterwards, he and his wife both retired to his chamber, stripping out of their riding attire, speechless and exhausted. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, feeling a tightness in his throat, wondering why he felt tense, why he was not rejoicing.

He swallowed loudly as he realised that he had expected a betrayal on her part, because it would make things a lot easier for him.

He could then turn his back on her and her family once and for all, shed his illusions, become who he had been for eight years again.

It frightened him that now, when it was obvious that she had proved her loyalty to him, that she had chosen him at last, so many things remained unsaid, silenced, repressed.

He felt her uncertain gaze on him as she stayed in just her nightgown, heard his bed creak quietly under the weight of her body.

"My love?" He heard her soft voice and grunted, staying in only his breeches and linen shirt.

She twisted towards him as he lay down beside her on his back, placing his hands on his stomach, sighing heavily with exhaustion.

He shuddered when he felt her warm, soft hand on his – their fingers began to trail and rub against each other in the air, just like when she had come to him that first night after many years of separation.

"Speak to me, Aemond. Don't lock yourself in your mind." She said calmly; something in her words, in the fact that she sensed his anxiety made him swallow loudly, opening and closing his mouth several times, unable to get anything out. He finally shook his head, closing his eyes, deciding there was no point.

"Say it. Say all the things you've always wanted to say to me. Even if those words will only cause me pain. I want to know."

He opened his eyes, feeling his heart begin to pound like mad, a shiver ran along his spine.

"I will never understand how could you leave me then." He finally said in a voice filled with regret and venom – he felt her twist next to him restlessly, drawing in air loudly.

He didn't look at her, but he felt her hand tighten on his.

"That was never my intention."

"Then why?"

"My mother then told me to let you rest and calm down. That the guards wouldn't let me visit you anyway by order of the Queen."

"What a nonsense."

"I am speaking the truth. When I wanted to pay you a visit a few days later, Criston Cole sent me away."

He felt his heart stop at those words; his whole body tensed, his breath stuck in his throat as he finally looked at her with wide-eyed expression.

"What?"

He felt her thumb stroke his palm, her eyes looking at him pleadingly.

"I swear, five days after what happened, I came to pay you a visit. I came every day after that, but he always sent me away. He said you didn't want to see me." She mumbled, and he snorted in disbelief and amusement, shaking his head. He looked at her in shock, wanting to see anything in her face that could confirm that she was lying.

He swallowed hard, embittered, leaning the back of his head against the back of the bed.

"It doesn't matter. I needed you when it happened."

"I needed you too. When Criston Cole held my cheeks as your mother's guards poured moon tea down my throat. I wondered at the time if that's how you felt." She said with weariness, sadness and indifference from which he felt an unpleasant squeeze in his stomach; he felt his lips part involuntarily, a hot, overpowering wave of shame surge through his body.

They stared at each other for a moment in silence, just breathing, not moving or saying anything, her hand still on his, warmth and reassurance in her touch.

For the first time in eight years, they spoke honestly about what had happened.

"Why didn't you ever write me back?" She asked at last, her voice trembling slightly, as if the very thought of it made tears of regret rise in the corners of her eyes.

He clamped his eyelids shut, sighing heavily, this time it was his fingers that stroked her hand.

"I've tried. I tried so many times. But I was unable to fill the parchment because no words seemed to describe what I was feeling. I couldn't put my thoughts into sentences. Everything that came out from under my hand was the ramblings of a madman and ended up burning in the fire. Then it was too late. I didn't see the point." He said, not believing that these words had left his mouth; he glanced at her uncertainly out of the corner of his eye, a single, solitary tear ran down the side of her face.

"You didn't even let me explain myself. You didn't give me a chance despite the fact that I've never let you down before." She muttered, and he swallowed loudly, feeling an unbearable tightness in his throat.

"I know."

He took his hand from her grasp and put his arm around her – her body immediately clung to his, entwining with his like a vine, her face sunk into the hollow of his neck, his hand roaming lazily down her back while his lips placed warm, lingering kisses on the top of her head.

They fell asleep for the few hours separating them from dawn in their tight embrace, not like lovers, but like they used to when they were children, holding hands, their foreheads touching.

He felt how, as she awoke, her fingers stroked his cheek gently, her lips placed a warm, soft kiss on his, which he reciprocated with a low murmur of satisfaction, without even opening his eyes.

For the first time in eight years, he felt at peace.

For the first time in eight years, he felt relief.

His closest friend was by his side again.

They were both just dreaming of sleeping on when Criston Cole walked into his chamber announcing that the King had called an immediate meeting of the Small Council in accordance with his wishes.

He sighed heavily, rising slowly from his bed, ordering his servants to prepare a suitable tunic for him. He turned, looking at her over his shoulder, his broad hand stroking her bare calf with a soft, lazy gesture.

"Accompany me. Be by my side."

The sight of her walking behind him as the door of the chamber in which all those gathered sat opened before them did not satisfy his grandfather or his mother.

He pretended not to see their warning glances, instead ordering one of the servants standing nearby to place a second chair right next to his, where he took his seat, placing his sapphire ball in a niche in the stone table.

"Speak, brother." Aegon began without undue politeness or introduction. His mother, his grandfather and Criston Cole were all opposed to their idea, however Lord Lannister and the other houses supporting them were far more accepting of the news that perhaps the whole matter of succession would be resolved without a bloody, kingdom-destroying war.

"Our uncle is as brazen as I remember him to be, however, despite his misgivings, he has not declined our offer. He will certainly pass on our words to our sister. We must wait." He replied truthfully; his mother sighed heavily, burying her face in her hands.

"What if no son is born to you, Aemond? If it is officially the sons of Rheanyra and Daemon who become heirs, they will kill us all for treason." She said with impatience, grief and horror – he opened his mouth to reply, however his wife forestalled him.

"You may have killed the child in my womb who could have been the heir we so need now. We will never know, will we?" She sneered, and he felt an unpleasant shiver run down his back.

His hand clenched into a fist at the mere memory of what had happened and what she had done next. He looked at his wife's face out of the corner of his eye and swallowed hard, seeing in her expression strenght, determination and confidence.

Just what he needed.

Complete silence fell, his mother lowered her head, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"As I said, we have to wait. We have done what we could."

The fact that Aegon had agreed to try to come to an agreement over the succession did not mean that either of them were going to give up preparing for a possible war, so they spent the rest of the meeting discussing what they would do if that plan failed. The King then asked his wife to leave; she rose and left without a word, touching his shoulder with her hand beforehand.

Something had changed between them, he could feel it.

As he watched the door close behind her, he realised that after she had decided to come back with him instead of running away with Daemon, after what he had confessed to her the wall that had been piling up between them since the night he had tamed Vhagar had finally collapsed.

When he returned to his quarters he did not find her there, so he headed for her chamber, informing the guards that no one was to disturb them. As he stepped inside he noticed her figure sitting by the window, bent over the embroidery of the Arryn family crest; the sun was beaming down on her face, he could feel a pleasant summer breeze all around her.

She lifted her gaze to him and smiled in a way he knew, one he remembered well from when they were children; what touched him in that look, in that smile, was the confirmation that she felt the same as he did, that she knew that something had finally changed between them, had set in on the right track.

He approached her slowly, involuntarily extending his hand towards her cheek; he watched as she pressed her face into his skin rough from holding the sword and sighed quietly as her lips placed a soft, warm kiss on his palm.

Gods, how he loved her.

He took the cloth from her hand and set it aside, grabbing her waist and lifting her, seating her in front of him on the top of the old wooden table. She stared at him with her eyes wide open, surprised, her lips parted slightly in an accelerated breath, betraying her uncertainty and excitement; he took a step towards her, so that their faces were almost touching, cupping her cheek in his palms, so soft, so warm.

She smelled of vanilla.

He looked at her, at her bright, warm gaze, at her gentle face, which had so much of that childishness of many years ago in it, while being more mature, more girlish, more tempting; her dark lashes shone in the sunlight as she closed her eyelids feeling his thumb run slowly over her fleshy, moist lower lip.

She was his wife.

What he wanted had truly come true.

She stood before him again, his childhood friend, his lover.

"Rhaenys." He whispered and she opened her eyes, looking at him in disbelief; he saw her cheeks flush, her body trembled all over with delight. She raised her hand and he moved away immediately, horrified when he realised she wanted to grab his black eye patch.

"No."

"You're my husband. That's enough." She said regretfully and tiredly, taking his face in her hands. He looked down at her, breathing heavily, his eyebrows arched in uncertainty, in shame, in fear.

"Don't spoil this beautiful day for me." He said at last in a low, hoarse voice. She pressed her lips together as if his words caused her pain, her fingers sliding down his jaw, dropping powerlessly.

"One step forward, two steps back." She said softly, and he swallowed hard, feeling a squeeze in his throat at her words. He sighed loudly through his nose, licking his lower lip with his tongue, fighting with himself.

He didn't know what had happened, what had changed, what had brought him to reach up to his face, to grab his eye patch and pull it off with a sudden, aggressive movement, throwing it impatiently to the ground.

He saw her raise her shoulders high, frightened by his sudden gesture, her lips parted in disbelief, her pupils narrowed as she looked straight at him. He expected her to turn her face away at this sight, to betray herself with a stare full of disgust or fear, but instead her eyes turned red from the tears that had gathered in their corners.

"Come." She whispered, grabbing the material of his tunic with her hand, pulling him closer; he involuntarily took a few steps forward, shocked by her reaction, by her expression, as if what she had seen had moved her greatly, but not in the way he had expected. "Come here."

Her hand lifted higher, to his cheek – he closed his eyes, feeling his whole body freeze as her fingers ran gently over the line along which his scar ran.

"Oh, my dearest, you must have suffered so much. It must have caused you so much pain. For so many, so many months, you must have died every day. Forgive me." She mumbled out in a trembling, breaking voice, from which he pressed his lips together, himself touched for some reason, embittered and grateful at the same time, because for so long he had been waiting for that very look, that very touch and those words from her, just from her.

She kissed him in a way she had never done before – it was neither a child's kiss nor a lover's kiss; it was a caress full of warmth, moisture and care, a tenderness from which he involuntarily closed her in his arms, leaning lower to press himself tighter to her swollen lips.

Their mouths brushed each other lazily, slowly, unhurriedly, as if they had all the time in the world, their hands stroking each other's faces with gentle, calm movements, birdsong all around them, the loud conversations in the courtyard coming from behind the open window and the quiet, sticky clicks of their saliva.

He felt himself shudder each time his lips pressed against hers again, their arms holding them close together, his lungs filling with her scent.

Vanilla.

His manhood slowly began to swell and throb from those wonderfully innocent caresses full of promise, something they hadn't done before but so desperately needed.

"Make love to me." He whispered into her mouth; she moaned softly, throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, forcing them to join together again in a hot, lazy kiss, which he did eagerly.

Only after a moment did their tongues come out to meet each other, their tips beginning to lick teasingly making them both breathe louder; his hands slid lower to her gown, lifting its material higher, exposing her wonderfully soft, bare thighs.

He let her take care of him, undoing the buckles of his tunic and the tying of his breeches as he kissed with emotion her forehead, her eyebrows, her nose, her cheeks, her temple.

She was his.

It seemed to him that they had gone back in time, to that day when she had kissed him for the first time.

As if what they were doing now was an extension of that moment.

"Do you think we would have persevered until marriage? With staying in chastity." He gasped, sighing quietly in relief when her skilled fingers finally released his desire-sore manhood, his arm drawing her closer as her thighs spread eagerly before him.

He heard her giggle softly, when he lifted his gaze to her he saw pure joy, warmth and love in her eyes, exactly as they had been then, that day.

"If you want, you can believe it, uncle." She replied tauntingly, just as she always did, just as in his fantasies; he snorted at the thought, sinking his hand into her warm womanhood, already leaking with desire. She tilted her head back, sighing with pleasure as his fingertips ran over her throbbing, moist slit.

"What do you imagine would happen?" He continued on, teasing her with the movements of his finger, which slid a little between her tight, wet muscles, pushing them apart, rubbing her rough bud hidden just above her opening. A soft, sweet moan came from her lips as she swallowed loudly, looking up at him from under half-closed eyelids.

"One night, when I would visit you in your chamber, we would begin to touch. Innocently at first, but eventually you would understand what it feels like to clamp your fingers on the soft breast of your beloved woman. You would understand what pleasure lies deep between my thighs." She cooed sweetly; he gasped loudly, embarrassed by how hard his cock pulsed at her words, which did not escape her attention.

"You'd say you wish to feel me just for a moment −" She whispered, with a gentle flick of her hand directing his swollen, hard length between her thighs; they both moaned quietly as he began to push against her and opened her wide on the thick head of his cock with a soft, firm thrust of his hips. "− but we would both know it was a simple lie, spoken only to make us feel less guilty."

A throaty, low groan escaped his lips at that thought; his hands clamped down on her buttocks covered by the material of her gown, with a deep thrust of his hips forcing her to let him inside her. She whimpered, panting heavily along with him, looking at him with her mouth wide open, as if she didn't recognise him.

She put her hand around the back of his neck, the other resting on the table top, trying to catch her balance as he began to root into her with slow, lazy thrusts, sliding out of her almost all the way, only to sink back between her warm, moist muscles a moment later.

"− Aemond −" She mewled, closing her eyes, responding involuntarily with the rocking of her hips to his treatments – it seemed to him that they were both in a state of some kind of ecstasy that nevertheless had more to do with what they had shared when they were children than now, when they were united by fire and blood.

"− and what would you do? − hm? − what would you do if I put it inside you and told you I wouldn't stop until I filled you? −" He breathed out, involuntarily quickening his pace; she moaned pleadingly at his shameless question, her fleshy, hot core clenched tightly around his erection, sucking it inside her, their bodies slapping against each other with loud smacks of skin against skin.

"− I would beg for your seed −" She mumbled out; his hand tightened on her hair at her words, his lips clinging to hers in a greedy, hot kiss full of their tongues and saliva, in a caress not filled with hatred and aggression but pure, hot desire.

"− so fucking beg −" He growled into her mouth between their quick, loud kisses, their lips with a sticky click clinging and pulling away from each other as their bodies found their own pace to pleasure, his thick cock pulsing with desire slamming into her so deep and fast that he seemed to run out of breath, her cheeks and lips all pink with exertion.

"− please, uncle − put your heir inside me −" She whimpered helplessly and that was enough for him – he pressed his forehead against hers, panting loudly, holding her close in a strong embrace in his arms, with a few sloppy, sticky thrusts prolonging the inevitable to finally spill deep inside her. He feel a powerful orgasm shake her body, her head tilted back with a sweet cry of pleasure.

"− yes − yes, oh, gods, uncle, fill me −" She mumbled, her hands drawing him back to her mouth, their lips devouring each other in fierce, moist kisses as the last drops of his spend filled her womb. They both rocked their hips for a while longer with loud clicks of her wetness, panting quietly as they tried to calm their breathing, their hands roaming over their bodies, their eyes closed, focused only on the relief they both felt.

"− this is how I always imagined us − you and me when we were married −" She whispered, and he sighed, understanding what she meant.

Though united by passionate affection, regret, distrust and grief dominated their every approach.

"− my wife begging for my seed is indeed an important part of my vision of a perfect marriage −" He sneered, noticing the amusement in her eyes when she understood that he was teasing her.

That he had returned to her, that she had won him back, that she was looking at the boy she had lost that night.

Her lips parted in disbelief when she noticed that the corner of his mouth lifted upwards, gently, not mockingly, not maliciously.

He smiled.

For the first time in so many years.

He stroked her cheek with his hand as her eyebrows arched in pain, as her eyes glazed over from the tears that ran down her face one by one onto his warm palm.

They kissed again, then again and again, warmly, tenderly, innocently, devotedly, with the affection he had dreamed of for so many years and he thought, hiding this realisation deep in his heart, that this was the happiest day of his life.

The day he got his best friend back.

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CHAPTER FOUR

“even when it’s bad, i love you”

pairing — trentxblack!girl

genre — angst, angst and more angst

word count — 10k

summary — y/n and trent's once strong relationship is strained by his growing distance and her unexpected pregnancy. as they clash over their future, y/n faces the painful choice of leaving behind the love and they love they worked so hard creating. will they overcome their struggles and rebuild their love, or will their fractured bond break beyond repair?

an —i've become so attached tho this couple i could write about them forever. also, thank you to everyone who waited, let me your thoughts!!

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the soft morning light filtered into the kitchen, casting a golden glow over the countertops as y/n stirred a pot of oats absentmindedly. the gentle hum of the kettle filled the air, the scent of cinnamon and honey mingling with the early quiet. her mind wandered to the therapy session the day before, the vulnerability of it all still weighing heavily on her chest. she hadn’t slept much, tossing and turning with thoughts that wouldn’t settle.

trent padded into the kitchen, his bare feet barely making a sound against the floor. he hesitated by the door, watching her as she moved about the space, and for a moment, he almost turned around. but he took a breath, gathering his courage, and walked toward the counter, his fingers nervously tapping the surface. it had been longer than either of them wanted to admit since they’d gone out—since they’d done anything just the two of them. and now, standing in front of her, trent found himself fumbling for words in a way that felt foreign and awkward.

"uh, morning," he mumbled, his voice quieter than usual, as if he was testing the waters.

y/n turned slightly, offering him a soft, tired smile. "morning."

the air between them felt thick, heavy with things left unsaid. y/n didn’t push, didn’t ask him what was on his mind—she knew him well enough to see that he was already deep in thought. instead, she returned to stirring the oats, giving him space, but her heart beat a little faster in her chest. she could feel the weight of something unspoken hovering in the air.

trent swallowed, glancing down at his feet before looking back up at her. he opened his mouth, closed it again, then let out a quiet sigh. “so, um…” his voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “i was thinking… maybe, i mean… we could… maybe go out? later? like, uh… on a date? with me?”

his words came out in a jumbled rush, and for a second, y/n wasn’t sure she heard him right. her hand stilled on the spoon, her eyes widening in surprise as she turned fully toward him. it had been a while—far longer than she cared to admit—since they’d gone out together, just the two of them. the question caught her completely off guard.

“you… you want to go on a date?” she asked, her voice soft, almost disbelieving. she wasn’t sure she’d heard those words from him in what felt like forever.

trent’s cheeks flushed, and he let out a nervous laugh, his eyes dropping to the floor. “yeah… yeah, i do. i mean, if you want to. i know it’s been a while, and we’ve had a lot going on, but… i was thinking maybe we could… i don’t know, just spend some time together. nothing big, just… us.”

y/n blinked at him, her heart swelling with a mix of surprise and affection. she hadn’t expected this, not after everything they’d been through lately. things had been tense, difficult, and there were days when it felt like they were barely holding on. but here he was, standing in front of her, shy and fumbling over his words like he hadn’t been her boyfriend for years. it made her heart ache and warm all at once.

she set the spoon down and took a step closer to him, her eyes searching his face. “you’re asking me out?” she teased, a small, tentative smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “on a date?”

trent chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck again. “yeah… i guess i am. i just… i miss you. i miss us. and i thought maybe we could, you know, start small. do something normal, like we used to.”

y/n’s heart softened at his words, and she felt the sting of tears prick at the back of her eyes, though she didn’t let them fall. he was trying—really trying—and it meant more to her than she could put into words. without saying anything, she reached out, resting her hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.

“i’d love to,” she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. “a date sounds perfect.”

trent let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he looked down at her with a shy, grateful smile. “yeah? i wasn’t sure if you’d… you know…”

y/n shook her head, stepping even closer until there was only a breath between them. “i want to, trent. we need this… i need this. it’s been a while.”

trent’s hand came up to rest on her waist, his thumb brushing gently over the fabric of her shirt. “i know… i’m sorry it’s been so long. i just thought maybe we could go to a café or something… maybe walk around the botanical gardens after. nothing fancy, just… us.”

her smile grew as she looked up at him, feeling the warmth of his presence envelop her. “that sounds perfect,” she whispered, leaning into his touch. “i’m really glad you asked.”

trent’s shy grin turned into something softer, more familiar, as he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment. “me too,” he murmured against her skin, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her spine.

they stood there, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment, the weight of their struggles easing just slightly. it wasn’t everything, but it was something—something real, something hopeful. and for the first time in a while, y/n felt like maybe, just maybe, they were going to be okay.

the afternoon sun streamed through the bedroom window as y/n stood in front of her closet, her fingers absently trailing over the fabric of her clothes. her mind wandered as she thought about the date trent had asked her on earlier. it had been so long since they had done anything just the two of them, and though the thought of it made her heart flutter, there was still that nervous knot in her stomach—things hadn’t been easy between them. they were still figuring it all out.

she pulled out an oversized cardigan and a pair of baggy jeans, soft and comfortable. with everything going on, she wanted to feel at ease, especially if they got pictured. her hand instinctively rested on her still-flat stomach, a quiet reminder of the life growing inside her. the thought of their baby made her smile, a small, secretive smile, even amidst the uncertainty.

after pulling on her clothes and slipping into some sneakers, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror. nothing fancy—just like trent said. simple, comfortable, but still hers. the oversized cardigan hung loosely around her, and she pulled it tighter around her frame, the fabric soft against her skin. it wasn’t anything special, but it felt right.

she made her way downstairs, the soft thud of her footsteps against the wooden floor announcing her arrival. as she rounded the corner into the living room, she spotted trent standing by the window, his back to her, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his joggers. he was wearing that white shirt she loved—the one that fit him just right, accentuating his broad shoulders. her heart did a little flip at the sight of him, so familiar yet so new, like seeing him for the first time all over again.

trent turned around at the sound of her steps, and when his eyes landed on her, they softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "you look beautiful," he murmured, his voice low, almost shy.

y/n’s cheeks warmed at his compliment, and she smiled back, shaking her head slightly. "it’s just a cardigan," she said, her voice light, playful.

trent shrugged, stepping closer to her, his gaze never leaving her face. "still… you look beautiful." his eyes briefly dropped to her stomach, then back up to her eyes, something tender and unspoken passing between them.

she glanced at him, taking in how effortlessly handsome he looked in his joggers and that white shirt. it wasn’t anything fancy, but she didn’t need it to be. he was trent, and that was more than enough. "you know," she said, her voice softening as she looked him over, "you always look good in white."

he smiled, a little bashful. "you think?"

"mm-hmm," she hummed, stepping closer to him, her hand brushing against his arm. "always."

they stood there for a moment, the silence between them not uncomfortable but familiar, like the calm before something new. then, trent reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers gently. "ready to go?" he asked, his voice warm, but there was a hint of nervousness there, like this date really mattered.

y/n nodded, squeezing his hand in return. "yeah. let's go."

the café they chose wasn’t far—just a small, quiet place tucked away from the busier streets. they ordered their drinks, something simple, and sat at a table near the window, sunlight streaming in around them. it felt… easy. normal. y/n sipped her tea, watching trent across from her, and for a moment, it felt like they were on their first date all over again.

trent must have been thinking the same thing because he smiled, a soft, nostalgic smile, and said, "this feels like our first date all over again, doesn’t it?"

y/n laughed quietly, setting her cup down. "yeah, except this time, we’re living together… and we’re having a baby." her voice was light, but there was a weight to her words—like they were stepping into something bigger, something more real.

trent’s smile softened, and his eyes met hers across the table. "yeah… plus a baby," he repeated, the words lingering in the air between them. his hand reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers. "does that still feel crazy to you?"

y/n nodded, her hand slipping into his, their fingers locking together. "it feels unreal," she admitted quietly. "sometimes, i still can’t believe it… that we’re going to be parents."

trent looked down at their joined hands, his thumb gently tracing the back of her hand. "yeah… i think about it all the time. it’s… scary, y’know? but also exciting. like, i’m scared i’m not gonna get it right, but i want to try. i want to be everything our baby needs."

his honesty touched her, and she squeezed his hand gently. "you’re going to be amazing, trent. i know it. and we’re going to figure it out together. we’ve already come so far."

he looked up at her, a small, grateful smile tugging at his lips. "i don’t know what i’d do without you," he murmured, his voice soft, sincere. "i’m just glad we’re doing this… that we’re trying. i’ve missed this—missed us."

y/n’s heart swelled at his words, and she smiled, her fingers tightening around his. "me too," she whispered. "i’m glad you asked me out today. it feels like… like we’re getting back to something we lost for a while."

trent nodded, his eyes warm as he looked at her. "yeah, it does… it feels good. like maybe we’re finding our way back."

they stayed at the café for a while, talking about little things and big things, laughing softly as they remembered their early days together. there was a tenderness to it all, a quiet rebuilding of something fragile but strong, something they both wanted to hold on to.

later, they found themselves walking through the botanical gardens, the soft hum of the wind through the trees filling the quiet spaces between their conversations. y/n walked beside trent, her hand nestled in his, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. the early stages of her pregnancy were still fresh, still filled with a sense of disbelief and uncertainty, but being here with him, in this moment, it felt… safe.

they hadn’t been like this—easy, natural—in so long. too long. since before the argument. the argument that made her leave. the one where he said she wasn’t ready. the words still echoed in her mind, sharp and painful like they had just been spoken. even now, there was a part of her that hadn’t fully forgiven him. how could she? she could still see the frustration in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched, his voice low and cutting, telling her she wasn’t ready to be a mom. that neither of them were.

her fingers tightened slightly around his as the memory threatened to surface fully, but she pushed it down. now wasn’t the time. it never felt like the time.

but trent felt it too. he always did. his thumb brushed over the back of her hand as if to offer some quiet apology, but it wasn’t enough. it never really was. he had never really said it—not in the way she needed. she could feel his eyes flicker over to her, like he knew what she was thinking, like he was waiting for her to say it.

"do you think," y/n began softly, her voice breaking the silence, "we’ll be good parents?"

trent glanced at her, his grip on her hand tightening slightly, and for a second, the question hung in the air, the weight of it settling between them. "i think we will," he said after a moment, his voice gentle but sure. "it won’t be easy, but… i think we’ll figure it out. we’ve always found a way, right?"

y/n looked up at him, her heart swelling with affection, but there was still that doubt, that ache she couldn’t quite shake. "yeah, we have," she agreed softly, but her voice wavered. she hesitated, her eyes dropping to the path in front of them. "but i’m scared though. sometimes… sometimes, i wonder if i’m ready for this. for all of it."

the words came out quietly, but the meaning was loud, clear. and she knew he felt it too. trent stopped walking, turning to face her fully, his hands gently cupping her face as he looked down at her, his expression softening. "you’re gonna be an amazing mom, y/n. i know it."

she wanted to believe him, wanted to feel the comfort in his words, but there was still that part of her—small, bruised—that remembered how he had looked at her that night, how he’d questioned everything, including her. her throat tightened at the memory, and before she could stop herself, the words slipped out. "you didn’t think so before."

his face fell at that, his brows furrowing with regret. "y/n…" he started, his voice low and pained. "i didn’t mean that. i swear, i didn’t."

"but you said it." her voice was soft, almost fragile. "you said i wasn’t ready."

trent’s hands dropped from her face, and he sighed, the weight of the past pressing down on him. "i know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "i said it because i was scared. i didn’t know how to handle any of it. i thought… i thought pushing you away would make it easier. but it didn’t. i just… i’m sorry." his voice cracked, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes, the apology she had needed for so long finally spilling out. "i never should’ve doubted you."

her chest tightened, and she looked down, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. "you hurt me, trent. i didn’t expect you to be okay with everything right away, but… you saying that? it made me feel like i couldn’t do this. like i wasn’t good enough."

"you are," he said quickly, his voice breaking as he stepped closer to her, reaching for her hands again. "you are good enough. you’re more than enough. i hate that i made you feel like that. i was wrong, and i’m so, so sorry."

she met his eyes, her vision blurry with unshed tears. she had needed to hear those words, even if they didn’t take away the hurt completely. she had needed to hear him say that he was wrong, that he believed in her. because she wasn’t sure if she even believed in herself yet.

trent’s voice softened, filled with emotion. "you’re gonna be an amazing mum, y/n. i know you’re scared, but so am i. we’re in this together. i promise, we’ll figure it out. and i’ll be with you every step of the way."

her tears finally spilled over, and she didn’t bother to wipe them away as she nodded, leaning into his touch. "i just… i don’t know how to be a mom. what if i mess everything up?"

trent shook his head, pulling her closer, his forehead resting against hers. "you won’t. you won’t mess it up. you’re gonna be incredible because you care. because you already love our baby. and that’s what makes you ready. more than anything else."

his words sank into her, and she let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling into his shirt as she held onto him. the tears flowed freely now, but they weren’t just tears of sadness or fear. they were tears of release, of letting go of that weight she had been carrying for so long.

"we’re gonna be okay," trent whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "we’ll figure it all out. i believe in you."

she nodded against him, her tears wetting his shirt, but he didn’t care. he just held her tighter, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head. as they stood there, surrounded by the quiet beauty of the garden, y/n felt something shift between them—something fragile, something mending. they were still healing, still figuring out how to be whole again, but this… this was a start. and for now, it was enough.

the morning sun streamed gently through the curtains, casting a warm, golden light across the room. y/n stirred from sleep, her senses instantly alert to the familiar, comforting presence beside her. trent’s steady breathing and the soft rustling of the sheets were reassuringly constant.

since y/n sleepless night, their relationship had started to shift in subtle, beautiful ways. trent had made it a habit to bring y/n flowers, small tokens of his affection that brightened her day and filled the room with the sweet scent of blooming petals. each bouquet, whether it was a single daisy or a vibrant arrangement, was a testament to his growing commitment to their healing process.

this morning was no exception. as y/n opened her eyes, she noticed a vase of delicate lilies on the bedside table, their white petals opening gracefully. she reached out and gently touched one of the flowers, a soft smile forming on her lips.

trent, already awake and propped up on one elbow, watched her with a contented smile. “good morning,” he murmured, his voice warm and tender.

“good morning,” y/n replied, her voice filled with a sleepy affection. she turned to face him, her eyes soft and appreciative. “thank you for the flowers. they’re beautiful.”

“anything for you,” trent said, his gaze holding hers with a sincerity that made her heart swell. “i thought they’d add a bit of sunshine to our morning.”

y/n’s smile widened, her fingers brushing against his cheek in a tender gesture. “you’re really good at this, you know. at making things better.”

“i’m trying,” he admitted, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. “i want us to be okay. to be more than okay. i want us to be happy.”

their mornings had taken on a new rhythm since their talk. y/n found herself enjoying small, everyday moments with trent that deepened their connection. she cooked his favorite breakfasts, prepared with care and love, and found joy in the little things that reminded her of their bond.

a few days ago, she had surprised him with his favorite homemade pie, something they used to bake together on lazy weekends. the simple act of preparing it had been a nostalgic reminder of their early days together, filling their home with the comforting aroma of cinnamon and apples. trent had been overjoyed, his face lighting up as he took the first bite.

now, as they lay together, the old dynamics of their relationship were slowly reawakening. their conversations were filled with laughter, their touches were more frequent and intimate, and the distance that had once been a chasm was narrowing.

trent reached out, his hand finding hers beneath the covers. “i’m really glad you’re here,” he said softly. “it feels like we’re getting back to the way we were. maybe even better.”

“me too,” y/n agreed, her fingers intertwining with his. “it feels different now. not just about the physical part but… the closeness. the way we’re reconnecting.”

trent nodded, his gaze tender. “it’s like we’re rediscovering each other, piece by piece. and even though nothing has happened between us yet, it feels like we’re closer than before.”

“i feel that too,” y/n admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “it’s like we’re building something new, but with the same old love.”

their mornings had become a sanctuary of sorts, a time when they could simply be together, sharing their hopes and dreams while savoring the comfort of each other’s presence. the intimacy they were rediscovering was more profound than physical touch—it was an emotional closeness that bound them together in a way that was both healing and reassuring.

trent leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers. “i’m so glad we’re doing this. that we’re making it work.”

“me too,” y/n said softly. “i love you, trent. more than words can say.”

“i love you too,” trent replied, his voice filled with a deep, unwavering sincerity. “and i love you too, my little one. i’m here for you. always.”

as they lay together, the warmth of their shared space enveloped them, a silent testament to the journey they were on. the road ahead was still uncertain, but the small steps they were taking each day brought them closer to a future filled with hope, love, and renewed commitment.

their next therapy session began with a familiar quiet between them, a quiet that had settled into their lives like a third presence. y/n sat beside trent, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her thumb idly rubbing against her palm as the therapist’s voice brought them into the conversation.

“so, how has the week been?” the therapist asked, his eyes moving between the two of them.

trent spoke first, his voice calm but guarded. “it’s been good. better than it was before, for sure.”

y/n nodded in agreement, but there was something unsaid behind her eyes, something that hung in the air between them. “yeah, it’s been… nice. different, but in a good way.”

the therapist leaned forward slightly, sensing the undercurrent in her words. “different how?”

y/n shifted in her seat, her fingers tightening for a brief moment before relaxing. “we’re... spending more time together. like, really together. and i think we’re figuring out how to be close again without... rushing it.”

trent glanced at her, his eyes softening. “we’ve been taking things slow, but i feel like we’re getting back to... us.”

the therapist nodded, a small smile forming on his face. “it sounds like you’ve made a lot of progress. intimacy is about more than physical closeness, and it seems like you’re rediscovering that connection. would you both agree?”

y/n hesitated, her gaze lowering to the floor. “i do,” she said quietly, but there was a tension in her voice, a hesitance that trent noticed immediately.

he shifted in his seat, turning to face her more fully. “what’s on your mind?”

she swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she debated whether to speak the thoughts that had been weighing on her for so long. “it’s just... i’ve been thinking,” she began slowly, her voice wavering slightly. “about why things felt so off for a while. why we weren’t... you know... intimate.”

trent’s brows furrowed, his confusion evident. “we’ve talked about that, though, haven’t we? i told you it wasn’t because of anything you did.”

y/n nodded, but the uncertainty remained in her eyes. “i know. but... i guess part of me thought that maybe the reason you didn’t want us to have a baby was because you didn’t want me anymore.”

the room felt impossibly still in that moment, the weight of her words sinking into the air like heavy stones. trent’s face fell, a mixture of shock and hurt crossing his features as he stared at her.

“what?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “y/n, no. that’s not... that’s not what it was.”

she blinked, her eyes glistening as she tried to explain the swirling emotions that had consumed her. “i just... we hadn’t been together in so long. i didn’t understand why you were pulling away, and it made me think that maybe... you weren’t attracted to me anymore. or that i wasn’t enough for you.”

trent shook his head, disbelief etched into every line of his face. “no, baby, no. that’s not it. that’s never been it. i’ve always wanted you. i never stopped.”

the therapist, sensing the depth of the conversation, stayed quiet for a moment, allowing them to speak freely.

“then why did it feel like you didn’t?” y/n asked, her voice breaking slightly. “i mean, you wouldn’t even talk about having a baby with me. you just shut down, and i didn’t understand. i thought... i thought it was me.”

trent ran a hand down his face, his shoulders slumping as the weight of her misunderstanding hit him hard. “it wasn’t you,” he said again, his voice strained. “it was me. i’ve been going through my own things, and i didn’t know how to deal with it.”

the therapist leaned in slightly, his voice calm and steady. “trent, what were you going through?”

trent exhaled deeply, his hand running through his hair as he tried to find the right words. “i didn’t feel like i was good enough,” he admitted, his voice raw with vulnerability. “not for y/n, not for football, not for anything. everything that was happening on the field... the criticism, the pressure, the media... it just got to me. i started losing confidence, and every time i came home, i felt like i wasn’t... enough for her. for us.”

y/n’s eyes softened as she listened, her heart aching for him. “trent, why didn’t you tell me?”

he looked at her, guilt flashing in his eyes. “i didn’t want to make you worry. i thought if i just... pushed through it, it would go away. but it didn’t. and then when you brought up having a baby, it was like... i couldn’t even handle what i had on my plate. i felt like i wasn’t ready. and i didn’t want to let you down.”

“you didn’t let me down,” she whispered, reaching out to take his hand. “but it hurt. it hurt not knowing what you were going through. it hurt thinking you didn’t want this... didn’t want me.”

trent squeezed her hand, his grip firm and grounding. “i’ve never stopped wanting you. not once. i just... i was so stuck in my head, i didn’t know how to get out.”

the therapist nodded, his voice gentle but firm. “trent, it sounds like you’ve been carrying a lot of this burden alone. and y/n, it’s understandable that you felt hurt by his distance. but now that we’re talking about it, this is a moment where you can start to understand each other again. trent, your feelings of not being enough were never about y/n, but it’s important to acknowledge that your silence made her feel rejected.”

trent nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. “i know. and i’m sorry for that. i should’ve talked to you. i should’ve told you what was going on in my head instead of just shutting down.”

y/n’s thumb brushed over the back of his hand as she gave him a small, understanding smile. “we’re talking about it now. that’s what matters.”

the therapist leaned back in his chair, his expression warm. “this feels like a big step forward for both of you. trent, opening up about your struggles with self-worth is a huge step, and y/n, being able to express how his distance affected you is just as important.”

he paused for a moment, letting the weight of their conversation settle before continuing. “your homework this week is to continue building on this communication. intimacy is more than physical closeness—it’s about feeling secure in your relationship. you both want that, and now you’re taking the steps to rebuild that foundation.”

trent nodded, his gaze fixed on y/n. “i want that,” he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

y/n smiled, her heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. “me too.”

they left the session feeling like a weight had been lifted, the beginnings of something healing starting to bloom between them.

and for the first time in a long time, it felt like they were truly moving forward.

the soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. y/n sat on the couch, her feet tucked beneath her, her hand resting gently on her growing belly. she was scrolling through her phone, aimlessly browsing, when she heard trent’s familiar footsteps padding down the hall.

he appeared in the doorway, his gaze immediately softening as it landed on her. a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he moved towards her, his eyes dropping to her belly before flicking back up to her face.

“morning,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. his hand instinctively found its place on her belly, his thumb stroking the fabric of her shirt where their baby lay growing.

“morning,” y/n replied, a playful smile creeping onto her face as she felt his touch linger. “you’re up early.”

“couldn’t sleep,” trent said, his voice still heavy with sleep. “plus, i didn’t want to miss my two favorite people this morning.”

y/n laughed softly, rolling her eyes. “you’re getting soft on me.”

“i’ve always been soft for you,” he quipped, his voice low as he shifted closer. his fingers moved in gentle circles on her belly as he lowered himself beside her, his hand never leaving her. “and this little one...”

he leaned down, his lips brushing against her belly. “morning, baby. daddy’s here.” he whispered the words like a secret, his voice tender and filled with warmth.

y/n’s heart melted at the sight, watching him so absorbed in the moment, talking to their baby like it was the most natural thing in the world. “you know, they can’t hear you yet.”

trent lifted his head, his lips curving into a smirk. “don’t care. i want them to know i’m always talking to them.”

he placed another kiss on her belly before sitting up, his hand resting on her leg now. “how are you feeling? everything okay?”

“i’m good,” she reassured him, leaning into his touch. “a bit tired, but nothing new.”

he studied her for a moment, his eyes flickering with something suggestive. “you should be resting, though. you’re carrying my child, after all.”

y/n laughed, catching the playful tone in his voice. “oh, so it’s your child now?”

trent grinned, shifting closer, his fingers gently brushing over her thigh. “our child,” he corrected, his voice dropping. “but you’re doing all the work right now, so i figure the least i can do is take care of you.”

he moved his hand further up her leg, his eyes locking with hers in a way that made her heart race. there was something in the way he looked at her now, something more confident, more assured, like he was finally embracing all the love and desire he’d been holding back.

“and how exactly do you plan to take care of me?” y/n teased, her voice light but her heart pounding as he closed the distance between them.

trent’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “i have a few ideas,” he murmured, his lips grazing her skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

before she could respond, he shifted, lifting her effortlessly onto his lap. his hands slid up her sides, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist as he kissed her neck, slow and deliberate. y/n tilted her head, giving him more access, her body instinctively melting into his.

“trent,” she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair as he kissed a path down her neck.

he pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with intent as he looked at her. “what?” his voice was low, teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“you’re unbelievable,” she whispered, her lips curving into a smile.

“and yet, you love me,” he said, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he brushed his lips over hers, barely touching but enough to drive her crazy.

“unfortunately,” she teased, rolling her eyes as she tried to suppress the smile that tugged at her lips.

trent laughed, pulling her closer as his hands rested on her belly. “you know, i’ve been thinking...”

“dangerous,” y/n quipped, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

he grinned. “i’ve been thinking about how lucky i am. that you’re here, that you’re mine, that we’re having a baby together. i never thought i could feel this much for someone.”

y/n’s teasing smile softened at his words, her heart swelling. “you know, you’ve gotten really good at this whole talking-about-your-feelings thing,” she said, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

trent shrugged, his eyes twinkling. “therapy, i guess. or maybe it’s just you.”

she raised an eyebrow, smirking. “smooth.”

his hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer again. “i’m serious, though. i love you, y/n. and i love our baby. more than i ever thought possible.”

her heart fluttered at his words, her fingers gently tracing his jaw. “i love you too, trent. more than you’ll ever know.”

he kissed her then, slow and deep, his lips lingering on hers as his hands cradled her belly, as if he was holding both her and their baby in his embrace. it was moments like these that reminded her just how far they had come, how much they had rebuilt.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, he smiled. “you’re stuck with me, you know.”

“lucky me,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth.

“lucky us,” he corrected, pressing another kiss to her lips before adding with a smirk, “now, about those ideas for how i can take care of you...”

she laughed, pushing him playfully. “you better get going to training before you’re late.”

trent chuckled, standing up and pressing one last kiss to her belly before heading towards the door. “i love you both.”

as he left, y/n couldn’t help but smile to herself, feeling the flutter of their baby inside her, knowing they were finally where they needed to be.

trent’s footsteps had barely echoed down the hall before he suddenly stopped, turning back on his heel and reappearing in the doorway. y/n looked up from her spot on the couch, eyebrows raised in playful confusion.

“forget something?” she teased.

without a word, trent strode back over to her, his eyes dark with something intense, something she hadn’t seen in a while. his hands slipped around her waist, pulling her up against him before she could even protest. the warmth of his body pressed into hers, his touch igniting a familiar spark deep within her.

“trent, what—” she started, but he cut her off, his voice low and husky as he leaned down, his lips just brushing her ear.

“do you feel how bad i need you, baby?” his breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

y/n’s breath hitched, her heart racing as his words settled between them. the intensity in his voice, the way his hands gripped her hips like he was afraid to let go—it made her feel dizzy. she could feel the desire radiating off him, his body hard and tense against hers, like he’d been holding this back for far too long.

“trent…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his expression serious now, though the heat between them was undeniable. “i never stopped wanting you. not for a second,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek, his gaze never leaving hers. “i know things have been… complicated. but that hasn’t changed. my love for you hasn’t changed.”

y/n swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. she could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the raw truth of his admission. it wasn’t just physical—it was deeper than that, the emotional connection they were slowly rebuilding, now laid bare between them.

“do you feel it?” trent whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “how much i need you?”

y/n could only nod, her heart swelling as she rested her hand over his, which was still pressed against her belly. “i do,” she whispered back, her voice trembling. “i feel it.”

trent smiled softly, kissing her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back again. “but nothing’s gonna happen until you trust me. fully. until you feel safe with me again.”

his words hung in the air between them, and y/n felt a lump form in her throat. she knew he was right—that they needed to rebuild the trust between them before taking that next step. but still, the way he held her, the way his body pressed into hers, it was hard not to want more.

“i know,” she said softly, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “i’m getting there.”

trent nodded, his expression softening as he pressed a kiss to her neck, this one gentler, filled with reassurance rather than urgency. “good,” he murmured against her lips. “because i’m not going anywhere, baby.”

he pulled back with a teasing grin, stepping away from her slowly, his hand reluctantly dropping from her waist as he backed toward the door. “but until then…” he smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief, “you’re gonna have to be patient.”

y/n’s jaw dropped, and she let out an exasperated laugh. trent! you can’t just leave me like this!” she called after him, her tone a mix of frustration and amusement.

trent winked at her, his hand on the doorframe as he shot her one last smirk. “oh, but i can,” he teased, his voice low. “patience, baby. i’ll make it worth your while.”

and with that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her standing there, hot and bothered, her heart pounding in her chest.

y/n groaned, throwing her head back as she called after him, “i hate you!”

his laugh echoed down the hall, and she heard him shout back, “ i love you and our baby!”

as much as she wanted to be annoyed, a smile tugged at her lips. even with the teasing and the heat between them, she couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through her chest at his words, at the way he was still making her feel loved, desired, and cherished.

trent’s fingers lingered on the measuring tape as he carefully adjusted it around y/n’s growing belly, his face etched with concentration. “you look so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice full of admiration. but as his eyes flicked between her and the tape, his brows furrowed slightly. “still... i don’t know, you don’t seem that big yet.”

y/n gave him a look, her eyebrow arching. “are you saying i’m not fat enough for you, trent?”

his eyes widened in panic, shaking his head quickly. “nah, nah, baby, i didn’t say that!” he stepped back, hands raised in mock defense, knowing full well he was stepping into dangerous territory. “you’re perfect, just… perfect.”

y/n narrowed her eyes at him, her lips curving into a sly smile. “i want you to say it. go ahead—tell me i’m fat.”

trent’s jaw dropped. “you’re serious?” he hesitated, looking between her and her belly. “you really want me to say that?”

“mm-hmm,” she nodded, crossing her arms, challenging him with her gaze. “say it.”

trent swallowed hard, trying to find a way out of this one. “well… i mean, you’re… pregnant.”

y/n’s glare intensified, and she took a step closer, her eyes fixed on him. “that’s not what i asked, trent.”

he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly flustered. “okay, but—i’m not calling you fat. not happening. you’re literally growing a human inside you, and you look amazing.”

she pursed her lips, unimpressed. “i swear, trent…”

he gave her a soft smile, stepping closer and placing his hands gently on her belly. “baby, you’re stunning. you’re carrying my child, and you look absolutely perfect. i’m not calling you fat because you’re not fat. you’re just... you.”

y/n huffed, but the teasing smile on her face betrayed her. “you always know how to talk your way out of things.”

trent grinned, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “just telling the truth. but no way i’m calling you fat. you’ll thank me later.”

she rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her growing belly. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

trent dropped the tape, pulling her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “you’re the lucky one. you’re literally growing my baby.”

y/n leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. “i guess that’s a pretty fair trade.”

as the morning moved on, they finished up and got ready to head to their appointment. as they drove, the radio softly played in the background, trent’s hand gently resting in hers. occasionally, he would lift her hand to his lips, brushing soft kisses over her knuckles as they neared the clinic.

“you nervous?” he asked, his voice soft.

y/n shook her head slightly, smiling at the warmth of his hand in hers. “not nervous… excited, i think. i always imagined i’d have a daughter first,” she admitted, her tone thoughtful.

trent chuckled, giving her hand a light squeeze. “oh? already planning for more of my babies?”

y/n shot him a look, laughing. “you play too much. i need to get this one out first before we even think about more.” she glanced down at their hands, a thoughtful smile playing on her lips. “but honestly… now that i’m having a baby, it doesn’t matter to me. boy or girl, i know i’m gonna love them the same.”

trent nodded, his expression serious for a moment. “yeah… me too.” he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “but… if i’m being honest, i’m kinda hoping for a daughter.”

y/n raised an eyebrow, turning to him with a teasing smile. “oh? and why’s that?”

trent grinned, his eyes soft as they met hers for a moment before returning to the road. “because i want her to be like her beautiful, strong mummy.”

y/n’s heart melted at his words, her fingers tightening around his. “you’re too sweet,” she murmured, feeling her chest warm with love.

trent chuckled, glancing at her again. “just telling the truth.”

they fell into a comfortable silence as the clinic came into view, both of them wrapped up in the excitement of what was to come. trent pulled into the parking lot, cutting the engine before turning to her, his hand still in hers. “no matter what happens in there, girl or boy, you know this baby’s gonna be so loved, right?”

y/n smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek softly. “i know. and they’re gonna be so lucky to have you as their dad.”

trent’s face softened, and for a moment, the world outside the car didn’t matter. it was just them, building their family, one day at a time.

“ready to go find out if we’re having a mini trent or a mini y/n?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

y/n nodded, taking a deep breath. “let’s do it.”

the sterile smell of the clinic did nothing to calm y/n’s nerves as she sat on the exam table, trent beside her, their fingers still intertwined. her stomach fluttered—not from the babies, but from the overwhelming mix of excitement and fear that always came with appointments like these.

trent leaned over, kissing the side of her head gently. “you okay?”

she nodded, but her voice was quiet. “yeah. just… nervous, i guess.”

he squeezed her hand, offering her that comforting smile that always managed to ease her tension. “no matter what, we’re in this together. i’ve got you.”

before y/n could respond, the door creaked open and the sonographer stepped in with a friendly smile, setting up her equipment. “good morning, you two. ready to see your little one?”

y/n’s breath hitched, and she nodded, trying to relax into the table as she lifted her shirt, exposing her belly. trent held her hand a little tighter, his own nervous excitement evident in the way he kept shifting in his seat.

“this gel might be a bit cold,” the sonographer warned, spreading the substance across y/n’s skin. she shivered at the chill, but trent’s thumb rubbing gentle circles against her hand kept her grounded.

the wand moved over her stomach, and for a few moments, the room was filled with the quiet hum of the machine. y/n’s heart raced in her chest as she focused on the screen, waiting, holding her breath.

then, the rhythmic sound of a heartbeat filled the room, and y/n’s eyes welled up immediately. she glanced at trent, who was staring at the screen, his own eyes wide with awe. he didn’t say anything, but the way his grip on her hand tightened said everything.

“there’s your baby,” the sonographer pointed at the screen, and y/n’s heart swelled, seeing the tiny figure moving ever so slightly. her breath hitched, her emotions overwhelming her as a tear slipped down her cheek.

trent leaned in closer, brushing his thumb across her hand. “that’s… that’s our baby.”

y/n blinked away her tears, her gaze locked on the screen. “our baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

but the sonographer’s brow furrowed as she moved the wand slightly, adjusting the angle. “hold on a second…” she murmured, her focus intense on the screen. y/n’s heart rate spiked at the sudden change in the woman’s demeanor.

trent must have noticed too because his grip on her hand tightened further, his body tensing. “is something wrong?” his voice came out more urgent than he intended, the concern clear in his tone.

the sonographer smiled softly, shaking her head. “nothing’s wrong,” she assured them, her fingers moving the wand again. “but… i think i see something else.”

y/n’s breath caught in her throat as she glanced between trent and the screen, her heart pounding harder than ever. “what do you mean?” she asked, her voice shaky.

the sonographer’s smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “well, it seems you’re not just having one baby.” she paused, turning the screen slightly toward them so they could see more clearly. “you’re having two.”

for a moment, the room fell silent. y/n’s eyes widened, her brain struggling to process what she’d just heard. two. she turned to trent, her hand trembling in his. “two?” she repeated, almost in disbelief.

trent’s face was frozen in shock, his mouth slightly open as he stared at the screen. “we’re… we’re having twins?”

the sonographer nodded, clearly enjoying the moment of surprise. “that’s right. two healthy babies.”

y/n’s breath left her in a shaky exhale, her heart soaring as tears filled her eyes once again. she hadn’t expected this—not in her wildest dreams. the sheer magnitude of it hit her all at once, and she let out a small sob, covering her mouth with her free hand.

trent, still in shock, slowly stood up from his chair, his eyes locked on the screen, tears brimming in his own eyes now. “twins…” he whispered, almost to himself, before looking at y/n, his face breaking into the most heartfelt, emotional smile she’d ever seen on him. “we’re having twins.”

trent’s face was frozen in shock, his mouth slightly open as he stared at the screen. “we’re… we’re having twins?”

the sonographer nodded, clearly enjoying the moment of surprise. “that’s right. two healthy babies.”

y/n couldn’t hold back the sob that escaped her lips as she turned toward him, her emotions bubbling over. “twins,” she repeated, her voice shaking with disbelief and joy all at once.

trent reached out, brushing the tears from her cheeks before cupping her face in his hands, his own tears starting to fall. “i can’t believe it,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “we’re having two babies, y/n… two.”

as the sonographer resumed pointing out the two little figures on the screen, trent’s mind flashed back to a moment a few weeks ago—y/n sitting on the couch, her feet resting in his lap as he gently massaged them. she’d been exhausted, her pregnancy getting rougher with each week, and she had sighed dramatically, teasing him. “good luck getting another baby out of me after this,” she’d said, her voice both playful and serious. “i doubt i could handle another pregnancy.”

trent had laughed, but now… now he couldn’t help the smug, satisfied grin pulling at his lips. two babies, he thought, barely able to contain his joy. i got two pregnancies in one. his heart raced, his chest tight with overwhelming love for her and their babies.

the sonographer gave them a few moments before continuing with the scan, pointing out the two little figures on the screen, explaining what she could see. but y/n could hardly focus—her mind was spinning with the reality of what was happening. twins. she was carrying two lives inside of her.

trent wiped his eyes, his hand still firmly clasped in hers as he kept staring at the screen. “we’re gonna need a bigger house,” he joked with tears in his eyes, his voice laced with awe.

y/n laughed, her heart full as she squeezed his hand. “and a lot more nappies.”

“so many nappies,” trent agreed, grinning through his tears.

“twins,” y/n repeated again, as if still trying to wrap her mind around it.

trent leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “remember what you said about not handling another pregnancy?”

y/n’s eyes widened slightly before a soft laugh bubbled out of her. she shook her head, playfully swatting at his arm. “oh, shut up.”

he grinned, barely able to hold in his excitement any longer. “guess i got two pregnancies in one,” he teased, raising his brows with a cheeky smile.

y/n groaned, rolling her eyes with a small smile playing on her lips. “i knew you were going to say that.” she reached over, giving his head a light push, her playful energy returning now that the initial shock had settled.

trent chuckled, still holding her hand as they finished up the scan. the joy was palpable, their shared emotions making the moment even more special. he kissed the back of her hand softly, glancing at her with a warm, loving smile.

“you know,” he began, leaning in closer to whisper, “i think this means i win. two babies, first try.”

y/n laughed, shaking her head in mock exasperation. “oh, please. you’re never going to let this go, are you?”

“absolutely not,” trent replied with a grin, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “i’m too proud of myself.”

as they left the clinic, y/n playfully nudged him again. “well, have ffun changing every single diaper.”

trent’s smirked. “baby, we established i am amazing. i'm about to be best diaper changer you've ever seen!”, there was no hiding the joy radiating from him. “since i am such an ‘overachiever.’”

“maybe next time we aim for just one baby?” y/n teased, shooting him a look.

trent winked, wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked to the car. “oh, i don’t know… let’s see how we handle these two first.”

they both laughed, the excitement and love between them palpable as they drove home, their hearts full with the anticipation of their growing family.

y/n couldn’t stop touching her belly, her heart bursting with love for the two little souls growing inside her. trent kissed the top of her head, his arm wrapped protectively around her as they made their way out of the clinic, both still in awe of what they’d just discovered.

“i love you,” he whispered as they reached the car, pulling her close, his lips brushing against her temple.

“i love you too,” she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion.

trent pressed his forehead against hers, his voice quiet but full of wonder. “and i love our babies. all of them.”

y/n smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. “our twins,” she whispered, the words feeling so surreal on her lips.

they stood there for a moment, lost in their emotions, before finally getting into the car. as they settled in, y/n leaned her head back, still processing the news. suddenly, she glanced at trent with a playful smirk.

“i should’ve known with how competitive you are,” she teased, rubbing her belly gently. “getting me pregnant with not just one, but two babies? now my body’s never going to be the same.”

trent’s eyebrows shot up, and he turned to her with a grin, but he could see the slight nervousness behind her joke. he leaned over and kissed her cheek lovingly, his lips lingering on hers for a moment. “your body is already perfect,” he murmured against her lips. “and you’re carrying our children. that’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed, her heart swelling at his words. “you don’t have to say that just because i’m freaking out.”

trent leaned back with a playful grin. “oh, i’m not just saying it. i mean it.” his hand reached for her belly, gently brushing his thumb over it. “i’m in awe of you, baby. and after this, i’m sure you’ll look even more beautiful than you already do.”

y/n rolled her eyes, playfully swatting at his arm. “you’re just trying to flirt your way out of me calling you an overachiever.”

trent laughed. “i won’t deny that. but, if it makes you feel any better, i think two babies are the perfect number.”

“perfect?” she raised an eyebrow, teasing. “are you sure? because if you think my body’s changing now, wait until i’m carrying around two babies at once. you won’t recognize me.”

trent gave her a smoldering look, his eyes darkening slightly as his fingers trailed lightly over her hand. “oh, i’ll recognize you,” he said, his voice low. “and trust me, i’ll love every single change, every curve, everything. you’re carrying our babies, y/n. nothing’s ever been sexier to me.”

her heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly. “you’ve gotten so smooth lately. is this all because of therapy?”

trent shrugged, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “maybe. or maybe it’s just the truth.”

y/n shook her head, her heart swelling with love as she leaned over and kissed the corner of his lip. she pulled away, trent kissed the back of her hand gently. “i can’t wait to meet our babies.”

y/n nodded, her smile soft but full of emotion. “me neither. i love them. already.”

the soft hum of the tv filled the room, but y/n wasn’t really paying attention to the movie. the glow from the screen cast shadows across the living room, but the only thing she was aware of was the man sitting next to her.

trent was so close, his arm resting along the back of the couch, his fingers lightly brushing her shoulder. it was such a familiar gesture, yet it carried a different weight tonight, an unspoken promise in the way his touch lingered. every time she shifted, every time she moved, she could feel his eyes on her.

he was always watching.

and it wasn’t just tonight. she’d noticed it for weeks, the way his gaze would flicker down to her lips whenever she smiled, or the way his body would tense when she walked past him in the kitchen. it was like he couldn’t help himself, but at the same time, he was holding back, waiting. always waiting.

y/n had seen it during their therapy sessions, too. the way his jaw would tighten whenever their counselor brought up the more vulnerable topics, but it wasn’t just the emotional distance he was struggling with. it was the physical. she could see how his eyes would drift to her body, how he’d get distracted, staring at her hands or her legs, sometimes even in the middle of talking. she could practically feel the tension radiating off him whenever they were in the same room.

but he never made a move. not once.

he was waiting for her.

and y/n knew it. she could feel it in the way his hand would twitch as if he was stopping himself from reaching out, in the way his breath would catch whenever their arms brushed. she felt it now, too, with the way he was watching her so closely, his dark eyes tracing every movement she made, like he was holding himself back from something he craved.

her heart started to race as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, catching the way his gaze flickered down to her lips again, this time lingering. he didn’t even bother pretending he wasn’t staring. and for the first time, y/n realized—he was giving her control.

trent alexander-arnold was waiting for her to make the first move.

the realization made something flicker inside her, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. it was liberating—having the upper hand, knowing he wanted her so badly but still holding back, letting her take the lead.

she turned her body slightly, leaning into his side until their knees brushed. his arm tightened around her shoulder, pulling her a little closer without thinking, and she could feel the tension in him—the way he stiffened at her touch, like he was trying to keep his composure.

but he was crumbling.

slowly.

“i miss this,” y/n whispered, her voice barely audible over the movie, but loud enough for him to hear.

trent’s fingers stilled against her arm, and for a moment, she thought he hadn’t heard her. but then he exhaled slowly, his breath warm against her skin. “me too,” he admitted, his voice rough around the edges, like he was trying to hold something back.

they fell into silence again, but this time, it felt heavier, more charged. she could feel his heartbeat beneath her hand, steady but fast, and her own pulse quickened in response.

she knew he wanted her. she could see it in the way his eyes darkened, the way his breathing picked up ever so slightly whenever she leaned a little closer. and she wanted him too—more than she’d let herself admit until now.

the air between them crackled with tension, and y/n couldn’t take it anymore. she was tired of the space, tired of the waiting. she could feel his restraint, how desperately he was holding himself back. but she didn’t want him to wait anymore.

she wanted him. she needed him.

slowly, deliberately, y/n slid her hand up, her fingers grazing the back of his neck as she shifted even closer, her body now fully pressed against his. she felt the way he tensed under her touch, his breath hitching, but he didn’t move. he didn’t take control like he usually did.

he let her.

and it felt like power.

her fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet her halfway, her lips crashing into his in a kiss that was long overdue. trent inhaled sharply, his body stiffening for a moment before he gave in, his arms wrapping around her waist as he kissed her back with an intensity that took her breath away.

he was surrendering. completely.

it was unlike any kiss they’d shared before, and y/n could feel the difference. it wasn’t just about desire—it was about trust, about letting go, about allowing her to take the lead in a way he’d never done before.

her lips moved against his, slow but hungry, as if she was trying to make up for all the time they’d lost. his hands roamed her back, but he kept his touch light, gentle, almost hesitant, like he was still waiting for her to guide him.

and she did.

y/n deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself even closer, feeling the warmth of his body seep into hers. trent let out a low, quiet groan, his control slipping with every second, but he still didn’t take over. he was letting her have this moment, giving her the reins.

and it was intoxicating.

when they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to catch their breath. y/n’s heart was racing, her entire body buzzing from the intensity of the kiss, but it wasn’t just the kiss that had her feeling so breathless.

it was the way trent had let her lead. the way he had surrendered so completely, something she had never seen him do before.

“you were waiting for me,” she whispered, her lips barely an inch from his as she spoke.

trent’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he just looked at her, his gaze heavy with emotion. “yeah,” he admitted softly, his voice raw and vulnerable. “i didn’t want to rush you.”

y/n smiled, her heart swelling with affection for him. she could see the restraint, the patience in his eyes, and it made her love him even more.

but she wasn’t going to hold back anymore.

“you didn’t,” she murmured, her thumb brushing the nape of his neck as she leaned in again, her lips hovering just above his. “i was ready.”

and with that, she closed the distance between them once more, capturing his lips in a kiss that was softer, but just as full of emotion. trent melted into her this time, his arms tightening around her waist as he kissed her back with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

this wasn’t just a kiss. it was a promise. a promise that they were going to be okay. that they were going to rebuild everything they’d lost, piece by piece.

when they finally pulled apart, y/n rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat as it slowly returned to normal. trent’s fingers traced gentle patterns on her back, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

they were going to be okay.

y/n lingered, her lips brushing against his in soft, playful pecks, each one more deliberate than the last. she smiled against his mouth, her fingers curling at the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer.

“don’t make me wait again… unless i ask you, alexander-arnold,” she teased, her voice barely a whisper, the warmth of her breath fanning across his lips. “you better kiss me forever.”

trent let out a low chuckle, his arms tightening around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. “forever, huh?” he murmured, his voice deep and gravelly, his lips curving into a smirk. “no pressure then.”

but there was something in his eyes, something deeper than just the playful banter they always shared. something raw, almost desperate, like he needed her to know how serious he was.

because now that he had her back—really back—there was no way he was letting her go. not again.

“nah,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw as he looked at her, his expression softening. “i could never make you wait, y/n. not anymore.”

there was something final in the way he said it, a vow etched into every word.

she grinned, her thumb brushing over his lower lip, watching as his eyes fluttered closed at her touch. the intimacy of it, the way he surrendered to her with just the lightest caress, sent a thrill through her chest. she had never seen him like this before—so completely open, so vulnerable.

but it wasn’t just vulnerability. it was deeper than that.

trent opened his eyes, his gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, it felt like the entire room faded away. it was just them—two people, lost in each other, connected in a way that went beyond anything physical.

he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, their noses brushing together as they shared the same breath. “i’ll never forget what your lips feel like,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “it’s a part of me now. you… you’re a part of me.”

y/n’s heart stuttered at his words, her eyes filling with unshed tears. she could feel the weight of his confession, the way he poured every ounce of himself into those words. and it wasn’t just the kiss—it was everything. the love they had fought so hard for, the bond that had been tested time and time again, and yet here they were, stronger than ever.

“trent…” her voice was soft, barely audible, but he heard her. he always heard her.

“i mean it,” he murmured, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her close, like he was afraid to let go. “you’re in every part of me, y/n. i feel you even when i’m not with you. i always will.”

and she knew he meant it. because she felt the same way.

every time he touched her, every time their eyes met, it was like she was tethered to him—bound in a way that went beyond the physical. there was something in his touch, in the way his hands moved over her skin, like he was tracing the map of her soul, learning every inch of who she was.

it wasn’t just desire. it was something deeper, something that had been building between them since the very beginning, something that had only grown stronger with time.

“i feel you too,” she whispered, her fingers running through the short curls at the nape of his neck, her touch gentle but sure. “i don’t think i ever stopped.”

he exhaled, a shaky breath escaping him as he pulled her closer, pressing his lips to her temple in a soft, lingering kiss. “i missed you so much,” he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. “i don’t think i realized how much until now.”

y/n’s heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, and she pressed another soft kiss to his lips, feeling him melt into her touch. “i’m here,” she whispered between kisses, her lips brushing against his with each word. “and i’m not going anywhere.”

trent’s eyes fluttered closed as he let her words sink in, his fingers gripping her waist like she was his lifeline. he kissed her back, slow and deep, as if he was trying to pour every emotion he felt into that one kiss.

it was different from before—less frantic, more deliberate. he wasn’t holding back anymore, wasn’t waiting for her to take the lead. he was kissing her like he needed it, like he needed her, and y/n couldn’t help but respond in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss, feeling the heat of his body against hers.

this was them. this was what they had always been—two people who fit together in every way, who found strength in each other even when everything else felt like it was falling apart.

and in that moment, y/n realized something—trent had always been hers. even when there had been distance between them, even when things had felt uncertain, he had always been hers. and now, after everything, he was finally showing her that he was ready to be hers in every way.

when they finally pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily, y/n rested her forehead against his, her lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss.

“i'm not joking. you better kiss me forever,” she whispered again, teasing, but there was a softness in her voice, a vulnerability she couldn’t hide. because she meant it. she needed him, in a way that went beyond words.

trent chuckled, his hands resting on her hips, but there was something deeper in his laughter, something raw and honest. “i will,” he promised, his lips brushing against hers in another soft kiss. “forever.”

but it wasn’t just a promise—it was a part of him now, something he could never forget. because the feel of her lips, the way she kissed him like she was claiming every part of him—it was etched into his soul.

and he knew, in that moment, that he would never be the same.

because she wasn’t just a part of his life—she was his life.

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back with another request for your 1k 🙈

this time, i’d like to request some frostbite ☃️🥶 preferably with theodore nott and the prompt: "Just stay with me a little longer… please?" "A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less."

i can never have enough angst and hurt/comfort *sigh* 😌

Thank you so much for requesting, Leona! Also I made it pretty similar to this , so you can check it out if you need more angst <33

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ THEODORE NOTT #5: "Just stay with me a little longer… please?" "A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less."

You find him there, in the half-light of a moonless night, hidden in the shadowed corner of the empty classroom. The tension is so thick it hangs like smoke, swirling around his silhouette as he keeps his gaze down. The weight of what has just happened is crushing you both, filling the air with a silence that begs to be broken.

Theodore stands as you approach, a wretched, distant look in his eyes. He looks like he’s halfway out the door already, but then, maybe he always has been. He’s always been good at putting walls between himself and the world—between himself and you, especially, no matter how close he’s let you get.

And you can’t take it anymore. “You’re just going to walk away? After everything?”

He runs a hand through his hair, looking at you with that heartbreaking hesitation. He almost opens his mouth to say something—an apology, an excuse—but you cut him off, voice wavering as you step closer.

“Just stay with me a little longer… please?”

The words linger, fragile, begging him to stay in a way you’d never wanted to show. He swallows, hands clenching at his sides, and you can see him fighting to keep his distance. He’s so close, but he might as well be miles away.

The silence between you is thick, heavy with all the things left unsaid. Theodore’s gaze softens, and he takes a shaky breath before whispering, “A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less.”

You swallow, your voice trembling as you step forward. “I don’t care if it hurts,” you say, every syllable laced with desperation. “I’d rather take every ounce of pain, every ache, if it means I get to keep you for just one more moment.”

His jaw tightens, and you can see the strain in his posture as he resists the urge to close the distance between you. He’s always been good at keeping people at arm’s length, at not letting anyone in, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something that makes you think he wants to stay, to give in just this once.

“Theo,” you say softly, and the sound of his name on your lips nearly undoes him. “Please.”

And just like that, the walls he’s put up begin to crack. His shoulders drop, and he takes a shuddering breath, finally letting himself look at you, really look at you, as if he’s seeing you for the last time.

Slowly, tentatively, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You sink into him, burying your face in his shoulder as his hands settle on your back, holding you in a way that feels like a goodbye. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as though he’s memorizing every part of you.

The warmth of his embrace, the way his fingers trace circles on your back, feels so achingly familiar, and yet there’s a fragility to it that breaks your heart all over again. You want to say something—to beg him to stay, to promise that you can make this work—but you know that words will only push him further away. So instead, you cling to him in silence, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’ll change his mind.

For a few moments, you stand there in the dimly lit room, wrapped up in each other as though the rest of the world has disappeared. His heart beats against your ear, steady but hesitant, and you close your eyes, savoring the feeling of being held by him one last time.

“I wish things were different,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper against your hair.

You pull back slightly, just enough to look up at him. His eyes are filled with a sadness you’ve never seen before, and it’s like looking into a mirror—seeing your own heartbreak reflected back at you.

“They could be different, Theo,” you say, voice barely audible. “We could make this work. We just have to try.”

He shakes his head, his expression pained. “You don’t understand. There are things I can’t change, things that are out of my control.” His gaze drops, and for a moment, he looks like he’s on the verge of saying something more, of telling you the truth behind his walls, but then he swallows it down, retreating once again.

And you’re left standing there, holding onto a love that’s slipping through your fingers, watching as he turns away.

“Please,” you say again, voice choked with emotion. “Just… one more moment.”

He stops, his back to you, and for a second, you think he might turn around, might come back to you. But when he speaks, his voice is barely a whisper, and you know it’s the last thing he’ll ever say to you.

“Goodbye.”

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stargirlrchive · 2 years ago

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ocean eyes: chapter six ✩ jake sully

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summary: widow!jake sully x female!reader, 10 year age-gap. jake is lowkey sunshine <3 reader is grumpy! arranged marriage/marriage of convenience + wc - 3,843

comments: hi babies, chapter six! dramaaaaa, i love her! also if there are like a million bijillion run on sentences, no there isn't! okay byeeee hope you all love her just as much as i do! <3

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Jake had asked you to join his family for one more meal before the celebration with the clan. Nerves bubbled in your chest as Ronal fixed you up, braiding a few beads and shells into your hair. “Why are you so nervous? You said you’ve had dinner with them before.”

Your fingers began to fidget with your loin cloth, “Yes but-things are different now, Ronal. Not that I did not care before but I really hope his children like me.”

Your lips tugged down into a small frown as the thought of Jake’s children disliking you swirled your mind, “I’m sure that will not be an issue, syulang. Just-be yourself!”

You huffed out a breath as she tapped on your shoulder, “All done.”

You stood up, throwing a final look at Ronal before you walked out of the marui. Your steps were slow, taking your time to make it to Jake’s home. Things were different this time around, so many things left unsaid between the two of you but he had cracked the wall you had formed around your heart. Shattering the idea that you were happy alone, and it only completely disintegrated into ash when you made peace with your sister. But there were so many things changing and you couldn’t help but want to slow everything down.

Missing the comfort that had come with the loneliness, no one to disappoint you, and no one to disappoint.

Your thoughts were cut short as you picked up on the familiar voices of Jake’s children, heart pounding rapidly the closer you got.

“You think she will like it, sempul?”

Jake was watching Tuk fuss over a necklace she had made you, the small girl had dedicated so much time into the gift and Jake couldn’t help but smile at her, patting her hair lightly, “She will love it, Tuktirey.”

As you peaked your head into the entrance you instantly began to feel overwhelmed, watching Jake and his children interact. The way they all laughed together, and busied themself with each other. It was not that you disliked kids, it was more so that you did not know what your place was in this dynamic.

You had gotten to know his children, they were all kind and dedicated, but you would be stepping into the role of their fathers mate, things could turn ugly so quickly. Everything felt so complicated and you felt the urge to run. Run far away and make up some excuse as to why you did not make it. You stumbled back, ready to disappear in the darkness that had enveloped the reefs but the movement alerted Jake.

His smile faltered a bit as he noticed the odd look on your face, you looked like you were going to be sick. He called your name and all you did was blink at him a few times. You looked behind you, still contemplating if you could run away and Jake noticed your apprehension, standing quickly to make his way to you.

His hand instantly cupped your face when he was near enough, pushing the two of you away from the eyes of his children, “Hey-hey what’s wrong?”

Jake’s face was pinched up in confusion, growing desperate at your silence. “I-”

A shaky breath left you, trying your hardest not to melt into his hold. His fingers were rubbing across your jaw, his other hand had fallen to your hips to steady you, “I’m nervous.”

Jake let out a laugh, all breathy and it caused your ears to flutter, “Do not laugh at me.”

Your face pinched up in annoyance but he could still see your uneasiness. Fidgeting in his hold as the arm on your hip moved down to the base of your tail, patting lightly and it caused your face to heat up, “Nothing for you to be nervous about, the kids really like you.”

Your ears twitched, and your tail began to swish lazily, “Really?”

“Mhm.”

Jake’s fingers moved to your arm, fingers barely gliding over your skin, causing your cheeks to warm up again. You finally met his eyes and were shocked with the way he was watching you. Rooted to your spot as his eyes reflected against the moonlight, they reminded you of bright stars.

“You okay now?”

Your eyes jumped down to his lips for a brief second, nodding your head as Jake smiled at you, catching the way your shoulders eased up and the nervousness in your eyes melted away to something sweet.

He didn’t even hesitate as he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. He pulled away and let his hand fall to your wrist, pulling you into his marui. You were greeted with smiles from all of his kids, Lo’ak, Neteyam, and Kiri had also picked up on your nervousness. Doing their best to just keep busy with what they were already doing, helping set up for the six of you to eat.

They did in fact like you, enjoyed the way their father seemed to breathe easier, enjoyed the way you were able to keep up with them and encourage them to relax, and just be children. They decided you were a good addition.

Tuk was absolutely obsessed with you, always trailing close by when you were around them, and tonight was no different. The young girl ran to greet you and pulled you from her father. Talking your ear off about the ilu she had finally learned to ride, going on and on about her favorite animals in the sea. Jake let her do so, watching the way you interacted with his youngest as he helped his oldest three set up.

Tuk whispered something quietly and it caused you to laugh and look over at Jake. His eyebrows raised as you kept laughing, “Tuk?”

The young girl turned to look at her father, sending him the smile she reserved for when she was in trouble, “Come help set up?”

Tuk only nodded excitedly, running away from you and happy to help her older siblings. Jake made his way to you, “What was that about? Hm?”

Jake’s voice was dripping with amusement, it caused another laugh to rip from your throat, “She told me I do not have to eat the food if I do not like it.”

Jake’s brows scrunched up, he spent hours making this meal for the six of you, “Why would she think you would not like it?”

Your hand fell to your lips, trying your hardest not to laugh and it caused Jake’s eyes to narrow in on you, “Because-you made it.”

Jake’s mouth dropped slightly, mildly offended as he had spent such a long time preparing everything, “I am sure I will like it, Jake. I am not picky.”

You were fighting the smile trying to make its way onto your face, “I just hope I do not end up sick.”

“Hey!-”

That caused the laugh to rip from your throat, shaking your head, “I am only teasing!”

Kiri was watching the two of you closely, smiling lightly before she called out that everything was ready.

A few hours had passed and Tuk’s eyes were heavy with sleep, fighting her hardest to stay awake, “Tuk, you want to give her the gift?”

The girl perked up, standing up quickly as she grabbed something and hid it behind her hands. She stood behind you, “Close your eyes.”

You did as told, feeling her slip something onto your collarbones, it was a necklace. “Open!”

You instantly looked down and were met with a pretty single string necklace, small shells and beads all coordinated perfectly and you smiled at her, “I love it Tuk! Thank you.”

She laughed and shyly made her way to Jake, “Time for bed, Tuk.”

She didn’t even protest, only nodding her head as she made her way to where Kiri was already sleeping. “I should go already.”

Jake stood up with you, slipping his fingers into yours as he pulled you out of his home, “Jake, you do not have to walk me back.”

“Want to.”

Your tail swished behind you gently, smiling as he pulled you closer to him, your shoulders pressed to his as he pulled you along. “Are you ready for tomorrow?”

You clamped down on your bottom lip, nervously waiting for his response, “Are you?”

“I asked first.”

Jake only laughed, shaking his head as he stopped beside your marui. “Yes, I am.”

The hand that was not holding your wrist fell to your neck, pulling you closer to him, “Me too.”

Jake smiled down at you, his fangs peeking out slightly as he scanned over your face. His face dipped down, your lips meeting his as he pulled you in closer. Nipping gently at your bottom lip, your lips parted for him. His tongue was lazily moving across yours, mind fuzzy as his hands fell to your hips. Gripping lightly to pull you flush against him.

You were not used to this, not used to these genuine displays of affection and as much as you enjoyed it, you feared what getting used to it might cost you.

You pulled away, needing to catch your breath and Jake’s forehead fell against yours, “You make it so hard for me to leave you.”

You shook your head, pressing your lips to his once more, “You make it hard. Why-why do you kiss me like that?”

Jake brows furrowed together, “Like how?”

“Like you mean it.”

Jake was trying to understand what was leaving your mouth, why would you even question it? Because of course he fucking meant it, “I do mean it.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest, “I meant it the first time I kissed you, and all the times in between.”

You let out a deep breath, unable to stop the way your chest warmed at his words. You didn’t know what to say, only pulling him in again to press another kiss to his lips.

You think he understood what you were trying to say, that you meant it too. Clinging onto him as he kissed you harder with more determination, the two of you seemingly unable to keep your hands to yourself.

The lack of oxygen made your mind hazy, you only jolted away from him at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Tonowari was staring at the two of you, brows raised, “See the two of you are getting along.”

Jake cleared his throat, stepping away from you as his face colored in embarrassment.

“Tonowari-”

“No need to apologize, JakeSully. Next time just-go somewhere more private. Yes?”

He did not wait for the two of you to respond, stepping back into his marui. Your hand swatted Jake’s chest, and he grunted quietly. “You need to keep your hands to yourself.”

“Me?! You were the one that just attacked me.”

You laughed quietly, moving farther from him as you walked towards the entrance of your marui, “See you tomorrow.”

You only hummed quietly, Jake’s eyes fixated on the sway of your hips, “Bye!”

You laughed at how loud his voice was, and Jake felt the unbelievable giddiness swarm his chest at the sound, walking back to his marui with the biggest grin on his face.

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You had not seen Jake since the night prior, being pulled in every direction as the clan prepared for the feast. Even now you felt your mind hazy at the chaos in the marui, Tsireya and Ronal were working together to get you ready. Ronal had been braiding your hair while Tsireya incorporated pearls wherever she thought it looked best. You took a deep breath to try and settle the nerves in your stomach, adjusting the beautiful top Ronal had made for you.

“You look beautiful, syulang. Stop fidgeting.”

You grumbled out in annoyance, “I’m trying.”

It was dark out and even from the inside of your marui you could hear the music and loud singing. Tsireya squirmed with excitement as she roughly shook your shoulders, “I am so excited!”

You clamped down on your bottom lip as you tried to fight the smile that was making its way to your face, you were too. “Okay, we are done tsmuke. Ready?”

You only nodded your head as you stood, unable to find your voice as Tsireya began to pull you out of your home. The closer you got to the beach, the louder the pounding of the music hit your ears, same with how roughly your heart was pounding in your chest.

This felt scarier than anything you had ever done, hands clammy the deeper Tsireya dragged you around. As normal, every Na’vi greeted you properly, sending you smiles and greeting you properly. You had always been so loved by the clan, and rumors had begun to spread of your impending nuptials, though no one knew with whom. But to say they were excited was an understatement, everyone had pulled out their finest pieces of clothing, the fisherman had gathered piles and piles of fish, same with the woman who had gone all out with decorations and their picking of fruits and vegetables. It was a huge ordeal, Na’vi from neighboring islands had even made their way over. It was a lot. And you would be lying if you said your heart did not warm at the fact that this was for you.

Your eyes scanned through the sea of Na’vi, looking for the azure skin you had begun to grow accustomed to. You felt your face warm up as you made eye contact with Jake, he sent you a smile and your ears fluttered gently as you sent him one back. When you were a few feet away your motions were stilled as someone lodged themself between you and Tsireya. Your face scrunched up in annoyance as your hands dropped your niece’s. Your eyes locked onto broad shoulders, teal blue and toned as they towered over you. “Hello.”

You felt your spine tense up as Ro’han’s voice filled your ears. There was a shit-eating smirk on his features, moving to block your view from your family who was in front of you. “What do you want?”

He tsked quietly, “Where are your manners?”

Your arms crossed over your chest, annoyance causing you to boil from the inside out. “Move.”

“I heard there are congratulations in order. You are to mate, no?”

You said nothing, heart hammering roughly in your chest as his face flitted to one of sheer cockiness, his head dipping down to whisper to you quietly, “Does he know his future mate was mine first?”

Your throat clenched as he laughed, moving himself away from you. His head dipping down as his fingers reached to his forehead, signaling you goodbye. You felt frozen, like the breath was sucked out of you as your legs felt heavy. Unable to move as you struggled to catch your breath.

Jake had been watching you the whole way, only being shielded from you as the Metkayina warrior he knew as Ro’han stepped in front of you. He did not think much of it, truth be told he was just anxious to have you by his side. But concern filled his body as he noticed how tense you were as Ro’han walked away from you.

His face scrunched up as he noticed how alert Ronal was, walking quickly and pulling you closer to her as she spoke to you quietly. Her arms were rubbing at your sides, trying to comfort you as she pulled you in.

“Sister, what did he say to you?”

Your head just shook, unable to stop the way your throat burned, “I will kill him!”

Ronal had moved from you, it forced you to snap out of the inner turmoil you were having, “No-no! Ronal!”

You pulled at her forearm to keep her in place, her eyes were blazing in anger, wide and frantic. “Tsmuke-just ignore it. I am fine, he is just a skxawng.”

Ronal’s anger only dimmed when she noticed the frown on your face, the need to comfort you over powering anything else as she gripped onto your wrist, pulling you with her towards Tonowari.

Anger blazing through your older sister as she practically stomped towards him. Her ears pinned back as she barked out, “I do not like him, Wari!”

Tonowari looked at you with trepidation, cringing slightly as he noticed how agitated Ronal was, “Who, yawne?”

“Ro’han! Eywa-I could pluck his eyes out myself!”

You stifled a laugh as Ronal lightly swatted Tonowari’s arms away. He was trying to comfort her despite his confusion. “I need air-I am growing so frustrated!”

She stalked off, walking away from the two of you and towards the less crowded area of Na’vi.

Tonowari sighed quietly as he turned to look at you, trying to figure out why his mate was so upset. “Has she always been that scary when angry?”

Tonowari laughed, he laughed so hard his stomach ached and it only intensified when your eyes widened at the sound that left his mouth, “You should see how you are when you're angry.”

Your face colored in embarrassment, “The two of you are so-stubborn.”

It caused a smile to crack on your face as he teased you, “I mean, she did raise me. Is it really that much of a surprise?”

Tonowari was so pleased at the fact that the two of you had begun to mend your relationship. He had always seen you as a sister, sometimes even as a daughter, he had known you since you were a young girl. Always trailing after Ronal. “So, what is actually the matter with Ronal?”

Your shoulders shrugged, “From what I understood she really dislikes Ro’han.”

Tonowari gave you a look, a laugh rippled from your throat and you shook your head, “He-he hurt me, broke something in me that I refused to acknowledge was broken until-well, now. Ronal only recently found out, and Eywa he just always finds a way to get under my skin.”

Your heart clenched as you looked around, catching the Metkayina warrior’s eye as he made a toasting motion in your direction. Furthering your annoyance.

Tonowari caught the gesture, “Do you need me to remind him of his place?”

Your face scrunched up in confusion, shaking your head, “I would not want to cause any more problems than I already have for you, Tonowari.”

“I never liked him, his ego is far too big.”

The confession only caused your mouth to drop, “He has been by your side for the past seven years, what do you mean you do not like him?”

His shoulders shrugged, “I had caught on to the fact the two of you were seeing each other. I thought it would please Ronal if she knew he was a dedicated warrior.”

Your chest warmed, and your lip wobbled as you looked at him. It hit you then how much he cared for you, and your sister, and it caused guilt to grip at your throat. A part of you had always blamed him for Ronal leaving, but all he had ever done was look after the two of you.

Tonowari’s face scrunched up in discomfort as he noticed the tears pooling at your eyes, awkwardly patting you on the arm, “Are you alright?”

You nodded your head, letting out a watery laugh as you blinked the tears away, “Thank you, for everything.”

A look of understanding overtook his features, all he did was send you an awkward smile and a curt nod of his head, leaving you in search of Ronal.

Jake wasted no time in making his way to you, not wanting for you to be whisked away by someone else. “Are you alright?”

You jumped lightly at the sound of his voice, only nodding at him as you greedily let your eyes rake all over him. You refrained from pulling him into you, after the incident with Roh’an all you wanted was to feel his arms on any part of you, the warmth of his skin on yours. “M’fine.”

Your eyes reflected so beautifully against the fire and Jake couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his face, mumbling quietly, “Txampay nari.” Ocean eyes.

Your face warmed up at his words, ears pinning back slightly as he moved closer to you, his head dipping down to press a light kiss to your temple.

Tonowari had pulled Ronal back to where you were, and she couldn’t help but watch the two of you interact. She had not been witness to just how wrapped up the two of you were. Practically dancing around each other and it caused her eyes to water a bit.

She was so proud of you, always had been and although she knew you could do it yourself, she was happy there was someone who was going to protect you. As Tonowari made his way towards the center of the celebration, the music stopped, along with the chatter. “As you all know, Ronal and I enjoy throwing celebrations. It’s good for the spirit.”

He was answered by a loud ring of hoorahs, and lifting of their wooden chalice. “While we still aim for that, this one in particular is special. As two of our own have been called upon by Eywa to mate.”

There was another ring of cheers, “Tanhì and JakeSully!”

Jake’s fingers tangled with yours, smiling down at you as the cheering got so loud your ears rang. The way he was looking at you, you’d swear you were the only other Na’vi there with him. “As in our tradition, if anyone here opposes the union, speak now.”

No smart Na’vi would willingly fight against the will of the Tsahik and Olo’eyktan, so the clan was quiet. Jake’s tail swishing behind him the more he watched you. “Very wel-”

“I oppose it! He is of demon-blood! Not worthy of a woman of the Metkayina.”

Had it been anyone else you might have believed they were firm in their words. But it was Ro’han, his voice boomed across the quiet beach. Jake’s face scrunching up in annoyance, your heart beating rapidly as you squeezed his hand tightly.

Your throat felt so dry to the point it burned, anger and fear coursing through your whole body as Tonowari turned to look at Jake, eyebrows raising slightly asking him if he wished to continue with this. He had two options, decline Ro’han and in turn decline you, or fight. Fear gripped at your chest so tightly it ached, fearful that he’d say no and you would once again be left to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart, all alone. You refused to look at him, like that would stop the inevitable.

But Jake was not willing to lose you, not in the slightest. And the man was never one to back down from a challenge. Jake only gave Tonowari a curt nod, his tail swishing harshly behind him. “Very well then. Prepare the Tsurak!”

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just-a-ghost00 · 11 days ago

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How did they feel the last time they saw you? [group 1]

This is group 1's reading. If you chose group 2 or 3, check out the respective post to get your messages. You picked group 1 if you were drawn to BTS RM.

Group 1

Note from reader : though you are group 1, you were the last group I proceeded with. I did your reading on 11/11 so that may be relevant to your connection with this person. I started the reading at 8:11 pm and as I wrote that, I felt a shiver running down my spine, which also happened to me during group 2's reading. If you hesitated between 1 and 2, I suggest you check out group 2 as well. It is possible that you and this person have a similar karma that you need to work on. As I am starting to shuffle the cards for your reading, the song Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter came to my mind. There may be a connection revolving around coffee for you and them. Maybe it's a private joke of yours. I don't know why but all three groups had private joke references. Maybe there are a few of you that could have felt drawn to the three groups.

knight of pentacles, queen of swords, page of swords, 7 of wands, 6 of cups, high priestess, back of the deck hierophant

The first thing that came to my mind was that they felt challenged. Like you were resisting them and their influence, trying to ignore them or their affection. That both bothered them and intrigued them. They also felt like things were moving too slow for them. There was so much more that this person wanted to say and do but they felt like you were not giving them the space and time to do so. They felt like you didn't understand their point and the message they were trying to get across. Like you were indifferent to their feelings. They also felt like you were ignoring the truth. This person feels like you are destined to be partners and when it comes to them, they are sure of what they feel for you and want from this connection. And they thought that you felt and believed the same. In fact, they know for certain that it's what you want as well and they felt like you were trying to occult this reality. They felt like you were trying to avoid and resist their love, to remain blind to their attempts of coming towards you and finding a common ground. They felt like you were challenging their power and authority. They also felt like there were too many things left unsaid and they didn't understand why things happened this way. It's like they want to say "why didn't you give us the chance to speek truthfully when we could have", "why didn't you let me explain", "why weren't you properly listening to what I was saying". They felt pushed and rejected in some ways because they knew that there was so much more going on behind the scenes that they couldn't have access to for some reason. That disappointed them and pissed them off a little. They were not angry or mad at you, because they could understand you even though they did not agree. This person felt like you did not see eye to eye and there wasn't much they could do about it. They felt like they had to fight for your attention more than usual. They were a bit upset that you wouldn't show them the same affection and respect as you did in private. This person may have felt like they were not your priority and that you were neglecting them. Like there was a misunderstanding going on that they could not clear. They felt like you were withdrawing information from them and perhaps playing with them knowing that they wouldn't understand it or couldn't stop it. This person felt nostalgic and sad because they knew you in a different context and in such context you were a different person. And they felt like you were trying to hide that other side of you when they think it is what makes you so unique and beautiful. They felt like you were lying to them or acting like someone that you're not and they did not understand why you would do such a thing.

They felt like they had come so far and worked so hard for you to trust them and when they were finally close to getting there, you kinda shut the doors all of a sudden and they wondered what they did that caused such outcome. This person felt like your work was taking too much of your time and attention and they wished that you had set it a side a little to fully focus on them and your connection, especially if this person is someone that you live with or someone you hadn't seen in a long time. It's like they're saying "I did all those efforts to come and see you only for you to barely notice me or exchange with me". Like, imagine not seeing your partner for months because of their work and when they go back home, they're constantly checking their phone and emails, even when you're trying to have a romantic dinner because it's your wedding anniversary. That kind of feeling. I feel like more than being sad or furious, this person was puzzled because they didn't know how to get you to understand that what you were doing was affecting them. They were doing their best trying to understand your point of view and being respectful with you but they were also in a position where it got on their nerves a little and they felt like their needs were not met properly. They didn't want to cause a scene but they didn't want to repress it either, so they may have tried to give you hints or subtly warn you but apparently you didn't pick up on them or if you did, you pretended not to. This person may even have believed at some point that you could have been seeing someone other than them.

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cherry-flavoured-thot · 2 months ago

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What's Left Unsaid

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Ace x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Desc: Just you and Ace pining over each other and making everyone sick of it.

There’s an elephant in the room that neither you nor Ace seem to want to address. To the passerby, nothing strange seems to be occurring between you. Instead on the outside you both appear to be really close friends, which in itself is not an issue. And if that was simply the case no one would bat an eye. But to the people who know you and him, it is most definitely not the case. And they are tired.

There have been times where Thatch has spotted you both sitting down to eat breakfast but you’re too busy staring at one another that the food seems to go cold, despite how heated your gazes were getting. To the point where he could be across the room and feel uncomfortable for the strange energy going on between the two of you. Bringing it up with Ace was a lost cause, as he’d just punch his arm and tell him to shove off because nothing was going on. “So… you and Ace?” But bringing it up with you doesn’t seem to be anymore fruitful. You pretend to act coy about the issue.

“We’re just friends, Thatch.”

“I don’t think any of my friends look at me like you two look at each other.” You were both bordering on undressing each other with your eyes, which if it was a once of occurrence, he’d leave it alone. But he’s witnessed it several days in a row. You open your mouth to retort, only for him to cut you off. “And don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” You sigh, grimacing into your food.

“What if he doesn’t like me back?” Thatch is speechless. He’s just provided you some form of evidence that clearly Ace might be thinking about you more then just a friend, and you still aren’t sure. He’s not sure what’s got him more stumped, how you just seem to have no idea. Or the fact that two of the most reckless people he knows both appear to be shying away from confronting their feelings.

Marco, is just as perplexed when Thatch fills him in. Because he’s heard more times than he has fingers both of you flirt with one another, and some of those lines made him do a double take. It can’t be that you’re both oblivious, there’s just no way that’s the case. Not with the shared glances, incessant flirting, and how strange you both get upon any physical contact with one another. You both seem to be enabling each other, but neither daring to finally bite the bullet with it outright. And it was just starting to get irritating.

There’s nothing more annoying than trying to fill Ace in on something important, who can zone out at the best of times. When you happen to be in the vicinity, because every ounce of his attention just falls onto you. He’s not sure who’s worse, Ace, who while denies up and down what he was doing, doesn’t seem to hold much shame about his blatant staring. Or you, who will also deny it up and down, to the point of being overly flustered about the whole ordeal.

“Ace you’re seriously dragging this out.” Marco decides to voice the next time it occurs, Ace’s head snaps straight back to him. “Just confess already. You can’t really think they don’t like you? Because if I had a 100 Berries for every time you said to each other things that even some couples would blush at, I’d have enough to cover several bounties on this ship.” Ace can’t argue with that, holding his hands up defensively in defeat.

“Alright, alright, point taken.” Marco was satisfied enough to drop the subject. But made a mental note if this drags out any further to take matters into his own hands. ��

You both knew you were dancing around the topic. The actual admission lingering around like a cloud over head. Perhaps it was the deep-rooted fear of rejection that was stopping either of you from finally voicing it aloud. Or the wanting of finally having the other being the one to crack and finally confess. Either way, you both knew it was time to do something due to the questioning of your crewmates.

“So…” you both spoke at the same time. It was late, you were both alone together, with the words dancing in your throats. “You go first,” you and Ace laugh as you interrupt each other again, he gives you one of his signature grins before speaking.

“Would it be crazy for me to think that you like me more than a friend or crewmate?” You match his grin with one of your own.

“Hmm I don’t know; would it be crazy for me to think that you feel the same way?” A silence inserts itself of between the pair of you. You both look to one another, waiting for someone to make the final leap over the line. And upon not wanting to have another strange conversation with Thatch or Marco about the relationship status of you and Ace, you decide to do it. “I like you, Ace.” You feel relieved to finally voice it aloud, and so does he, taking your hands into his.

“I like you too,” echoing the sentiment straight back to you. Joy radiating out his features the same way heat does from his body.

“So, uh did Marco have a conversation with you about our flirting or?” Ace eventually brings up while you’re both standing there overlooking the dark ocean into the night.

“No but Thatch did bring up our um staring contests? At breakfast.” You both laugh again. “No wonder they are so over us.”

“How much do you think Marco heard? Because you said some crazy stuff-“ you’re quick to stop his sentence, recalling some of the things rather recently that he’s said to you in passing.

“Now hang on just a minute, you also said some crazy stuff, that I can’t even repeat while being sober.”

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joannasteez · 7 months ago

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almost blue (1)

pairing: cody rhodes x black reader warning: explicit descriptions of violence and sexual activity. minors please do not interact. readers eighteen and older interact only please. descriptions of alcohol consumption and the use of deadly weapons. authors note: JOHN WICK AU!!! so excited to share this! i had this sorta kinda in my back pocket for a while, while trying to build up tanks of blood, which you can find to read here. not everything in this is super true to the world of john wick but the most im using as inspo is the aesthetic anyways. also a one off mention of john wick lol. that and some of the names for certain things. italics in the beginning represent flashback perspective music inspo: almost blue by chet baker word count: 4800 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @theninthwonder @kill-the-artiste @empressdede @southerngirl41 @2-muchsauce @crxssjae

new york. the continental hotel and it's flatiron shape. september 2019. the rain, this soft unsteady pitter patter. a gentle gray coloring the sky. the air cold and biting. the city filling its brim with a sleepless droning.

and amongst the deathly sort of decadence—gold trim and blood red carpet floors—bath water disturbs till its sloshing to overtake the tub. a messy spill against the floor. his lips working over yours. fingers kneading deep enough into skin that it stains with the print of his touch. nails tender in his hair and your body melting in till the heat of him breaks over your skin. his everything settled into the wisp and charm of your voice as his pleasure becomes whole. too great.

—but his memory tires from old moments like these, a shell of itself as it attempts in vain to restore to it's former glory. has been in a perpetual state of exhaustion for sometime. but this straining is singular. a throbbing at the forefront of his skull. a tight pulling pain at the nape of his neck till it's creeping wild at the tip of his spine. forcing him to grow ill as he works to reminisce. body wistfully undone. and what words do the men of our time say about insanity? to be in a perpetual state of trying, doing, in hopes of something new. and so on he went, flirting with this disaster, this run of nostalgia, so much so that memory has forsaken him, taking these little complexities —the new york rain and the taste of your lips— along with it.

but cody can handle the load and reload of a glock 26 as fast as he does it well. a deft maneuvering before the barrel raises and he pulls the trigger, the recoil driving sharp. a bullet through the skull and the splattering of blood. whoever meant to kill him, now dead in his wake.

but what cruelty this is. a traitor to his own body. living with nothing but the means to kill and tattered memory. with him still, only, all of the things left unsaid—

you'd smelt of vanilla. the yearning about his tongue deep and yet to be settled. his lips a shadow as they feathered against yours. his questions overdone with a frightening passion. "where are you ten years from now?"

your fingers slipped over his skin, as easy as they would over porcelain. a delicate taking over wet soapy muscle till it clawed over his shoulders and against the heat of his cheeks. "somewhere warm and comfortable. retired".

where ever you were, is where he wanted to be. "am i with you?"

a reversion, just barely perceptible, but there all the same. something like fear, like hesitation, pushing against a situational sort of tenderness in your eyes. the warmth slowly but forcibly outdone by the cold. lukewarm. just like the fate of too old bath water. not enough of either extreme. lukewarm.

"seems more like a question for you to answer".

"answer it anyways".

and he couldn't feel your lips anymore. too much air, too much distance. caution thick. woven about your words. the tones. the inflections. "ten years from now, you'll be somewhere as warm, as comfortable and retired too".

"am i with you?"

to draw such a long length of need into the air. passions and hopes and dreams. cody knew. it would've been easier to take the sear of a bullet, the ripping tear in of a knife or the crack of something blunt and unforgiving to his skull. those things easier than the down trod of such a silence. your eyes having gained more and more distance. fear peaking soft and brown before the quick slip over of indifference. like you didn't care for his whispered words sounding too much like forever. and recovery from bullets and knives and blunt force was tedious. sewn up skin and the reformation of fine motor skill. but this. the way you suffered him to feel the drift away of your body and the simple, delicate, eager push in of your touch. something in his heart—amongst the lukewarm water—failed. this low dropping into a less lively place.

new york. the continental hotel and its flatiron shape. june 2024. a peak of the sun amidst more grayish than white clouds against an icy pale blue sky. the air breezy with a teasing smell of rain. like a stray tendril before some great unraveling. the city as sleepless as it's ever been.

and amongst the deathly sort of decadence—scarlet sage in bloom and the ever present air of readymade violence—cody sips at a short glass of brandy. an edgy spike to his tongue as it settles. everything of the continental he possessed now lost to time and the overwork of his sore tired memory. lost to a bout of corrosion done by words left unsaid. because he did not remember your answer after the persistence of his "am i with you?” all thats left, this great blurring. of words and the finer littler complexities. your lips and your eyes and the soft ways of your touch. and maybe it came to be this way for good reason. using such a burn to his ego to fuel the fire of his rage. revenge for memories unforgettable. around the glass of brandy, his hands feel stronger. less careful in how they hold. caution be damned. he sips again to finish. his finger buttoning his suit jacket, making way from the bar and across the communal space of the hotel.

warmth at his ear and a twitch in his trigger finger. something like eyes resting over him. watching him.

he continues to a connecting hallway. elevators and mosaic floors. maybe the brandy wasn't the best idea, but neither was coming to such sacredly awful ground. lovers trauma and all that bullshit jazz.

the fourteenth floor is quiet. his steps carpeted by soft wool. a second twitch in his trigger finger that leads into the sharp driving heat reminiscent of staggering gun recoil. a sweet burning in his arm, the muscles knowing, remembering. but he has nothing of use on him. nothing to snuff out and quiet that vicious call of death. his hotel room styled with a modernistic flare to it's luxury. clean and unadorned. a simple reflection of his own style thankfully, but nothing extravagant to weaponize. he would have to, if needed, to make due. a slim ball point pen, sleek and multifunctional, rests next to a complimentary bottle of wine. "enjoy your stay", in cursive. cody feels the warmth at the tip of his ear again, something greater than a simple bout of paranoia. his fingers slip the pen into his pocket, a reversing in his steps to triple check the locking function of the room doors.

and he shouldn't be so wound up should he? conducting business was, is, has always been forbidden on hotel grounds.

his fight or flight saying otherwise. breathing over his skin overwhelmingly warm. lingering wearily. intuition always a nagging son of a bitch but never wrong. it's never failed him.

cody showers, stands amidst the icy rain of too cold water. cody showers, because warm baths terrify something in his body. the possibility of turning stale and lukewarm. too distant and uninviting to be either extreme. like eyes and soft lips he can barely form well enough to reimagine.

and the bed sheets are welcoming. slipping along his skin with a delicate relief. but still, something feels wrong. a heaviness to the air that precedes this faithful old tryst with life. with death. the ring of his phone working to unburden him suddenly, but for only some seconds. the number blocked. he answers, rushing to fish that ball point pen from his dress pants. sleek and multifunctional in his grip. but the urgency in his maneuvering cuts short with the slip in of something dangerously angelic. memory sore and exhausted no more, but now rushing back to him fervid and unrelenting. a tender charming tone in his ear that disrupts the stalwart build of his resolve. september 2019. june 2024. five years of an almost complete pain. icy feeling wind with the teasing of a torrential down pour. almost there but not quite. the anger and the pain never red enough. the sadness almost blue.

"the loft in tribeca" you start. cody commits it all to memory. the words, the tones, the inflections. shuffling to rough his pants on. pen in his pocket. phone wedged to his ear as his fingers rip off the casing of a pillow. body easy as it maneuvers to protect his six o'clock, leaning against the wall. his eyes scope along the room. an over examination. waiting. "if you're not dead in the next 30 minutes, meet me there".

the call drops.

the slow unlocking click of his hotel room door. his muscles burn with remembrance. eyes sharp. his ears attune. the shells of them warm. cautioned steps approach the entry way of the bedroom but they fail to go unnoticed. thudding against the soft carpet. and if not for the possibility of his demise, cody would laugh. surely this was amateur hour. boots and inconspicuous were no more suited together than suede in the rain. and he'd made that rookie mistake before. back when he was a rookie. but the high table were no idiots, sending rookies to bring his head in, unless they hated him that much and felt he should feel the brunt of that hatred with some disrespect. and disrespect it was.

cody's breath holds. his head thumping against the wall before he makes a swift crouch to his knees. a gun rounding the corner, and a bullet flying aimed for where his head had knocked in. a simple quick diversion. nothing special or particularly extravagant, but enough to give him seconds to maneuver. and oh this is disrespect in deed. dominik mysterio the source of his current heavy breathed, adrenaline rushing circumstance. cody knuckling the hold of the still upward pointed gun with a punch before another sinks into domink's abdomen. a short grunt breaking from the scrappy, ill-sophisticated, mullet wearing piece of shit. and surely dominik is more of a piece of shit when his heavy boot toughs into cody's jaw. racing for the gun.

but cody is quick. has felt and faced harsher things. if anything, its more of an irritation he feels than a full measure of pain. it was hard maintaining good skin considering the life he led. he spits against the carpet. iron on his tongue. red staining the clean line designs. he reaches for dominik's leg just before he's in reach of the gun. pulling him near and flipping him over quickly. a rough hand in the silk of domink's mullet as he rains down punches with the other. cody ill satisfied as he hears the sloppy singing of grunts from the younger mysterio. and as his frustration mounts, swindled by the audacity of the high table, dominik gains an advantage. his hips shifting up to propel cody, his arms lean and tight and trapping over cody's and rolling.

"you three piece suit, hugo boss wannabe wearing motherfucker", dominik's face bloody and angry. his fists balled and quick as he comes down against cody's face.

the impression of the pen presses into cody's thigh. memory and dexterity working like a trained muscle. amidst the barrage of fists, cody reaches for the sleek ball point pen. clicking the tip and rushing it into dominik's side. harsh vicious stabs till the pain takes hold enough for him to hesitate. plunging the inky tip into his neck, where blood flows to gush. breaking up out of his skin. choking on air and the pain of a slow to come death.

"bulletproof three piece suits asshole", cody roughs out. kicking dominik for satisfaction.

if you're not dead in the next 30 minutes, meet me there

the loft is the same. unadorned by that uncanny but natural weathering of time and neglect. warm homely autumn inspired tones with splashes of green and hand carved wooden furniture. cody ever the horrendous sucker for hand carved shit. an intimate union of labor and passion. ever the reflection of a once lively relationship. carefully cultivated, ending poorer than a bastard dying with his eyes wide open. because when you go that way, you deserve it. but cody? his passions didn't deserve that violent abrupt end. and yet here he is, creeping past the entrance. a painful stuttering of footfalls as he goes. muscles sore and his skin on fire.

dominik mysterio was a warm up. a warning even. the call must've went out. a bounty worth enough for people to try him. the train ride to tribeca interestingly violent. a woman with a knife, a man with a gun and another thinking his bare hands were some great unstoppable force. and no, cody did not make quick work of them. not as quickly as he would've liked. but he managed. and at the very least, he'd suffered a slitting cut to his cheek and a laceration to his chest. that piece of shit running the blade right through his tattoo. some maybe secondary bruising and a bad headache. but he's not dead. not like the idiots that tried and failed to kill him.

the loft, much like the continental hotel, is agreed upon neutral ground. a place for trysts and the sharing of information. or rather, thats what it used to be. now, cody isn't so sure.

and his limping is pathetically loud. shoes a heavy clack against the floor. makes him bristle annoyed. you stand just behind the kitchen island. wine bottle opened. a glass in hand as you sip. more beautiful than he remembers. soft looking still, your eyes casting over the rim as you sip, undeniably deceptive.

a gun lays easy on the coffee table sat between two couches. too easy. but his displeasure gets the best of him. he shifts for it quickly. a swift up of his hands positioned about the gun, aiming for your face.

you knew his whereabouts. so much so that you knew the whereabouts of the people trying to kill him. taking the chance to trust could cost him his life. and cody quite likes his life.

"you had me scared a little bit". a gentle float of words. a finger dancing along the rim of the wine glass. a daring stare down the barrel of the gun. "i thought you got bested by a second rate mysterio". and when cody doesn't move, captured by pain, caution and the mystique of your presence, your eyes roll. his form fixed and perfected. trigger finger cool, but his heart unsure. "cut the melodrama. put the gun down cody".

"you knew i was being followed", he clips. jaw tight.

"i mean...duh...", you give. dry and teasing. finishing your wine. "half of that was me, and lets not be silly", covering the length of distance between your bodies slowly. a stalking patience. a fierce feline approach. "you shot a bullet through the skull of one of thee most important men. finding out don't come cheap when you fuck with the high table".

"everybody seems to forget I had to bury my father", the barrel of the gun kept high with perfect aim as you near closer. "killing that sack of shit was just me evening the score".

"i didn't kill your father cody".

was that sincerity? empathy? a sudden waft in of warmth after years in the cold. it felt unreal. true but unreal. and he was sure it wouldn't last.

"obviously", cody bites out.

your forehead nestles against the barrel of the gun. his memory overwrought. his senses in a frenzy. a horrible mixture in his skin of pain and elation. steeped with the fear of having to endure another sudden vanishing. angry that such an endurance was his portion in the first place.

"so then why is the gun still pointed at me?"

his fixed form eases. your hand slipping the gun from his hold gently. fire over his skin as you touch him for the first time in five years. a deft maneuvering about the cold heavy metal to expose the contents of the magazine. amusement coloring your eyes and spreading over your mouth for a teasing little smile.

"they're blanks anyways", emptying the magazine as the faux bullets fall to the floor. your hand settling down the gun and its magazine on the coffee table. leaving him in an exasperated awe as you head toward the kitchen. "just wanted to see how thin your patience has worn".

your chin jutting over to the couch. hands full of medical supplies as you pad over to him softly. his body aching and slow as it rests into the tender leather seating, but moving without delay still. always under the gentle charm of your voice, his being falling under this servile sort of subjection. making him bristle silently within himself. all that time and distance amounting to nothing for his resolve.

cody surrenders. mind over matter no longer needed. succumbing to the full weight of his pain. hair messy with red droppings of other peoples blood. his muscles sore and the hammering about his skull diligent and taunting.

"my pain has always been a funny little joke to you".

you pull the coffee table closer to the wide spread of cody's legs. your own slipping over to straddle the strength of one of his thighs. your body warm and comforting against his skin. an old feeling blooming in his chest. you were doing this on purpose. he's sure of it. to see him waver and yield to the charm of your presence. gentle touch dabbing to rid his cheek of dried blood before you went about cleaning the wound. his fingers itching to form to your body, desperate to push dull nails into your skin again. to form in and caress with the intent to renew his memory.

your eyes flit to his crotch. "its a lot more than little. give yourself some credit", you muse. applying butterfly stitches.

the air is thick. forces him to maintain a steady breath. memory overwrought once more. a mighty rushing in that heats him whole. your hands working his button up open. the lax take of your palm to his belly forcing a throb to the crux of his thighs. the closing in of the distance makes for easy intimacy. a registration of the lesser noticeable, more complex things. the prick of your nails telling familiar stories, as they work to rid him of the shirt all together. tender and caring, similar to how they used to be. your eyes roaming and thinly glazed over. he spares a glance at the wine bottle. halfway done. your ministrations functional but indulgent of the moment. of his skin.

a quicksand sort of state of affairs. if he doesn't pull himself together now, he would fall into you. full consumption. and he can't possibly risk his life because he's half hard and overdone with sentiment.

"how long have you been following me?"

you apply something like a salve after cleaning the nasty chest wound. an anesthetic. how sweet of you. to suddenly take his pain into consideration.

"a few months".

"why am i not dead?"

your body adjusts a top of him. somehow closer. your knee nearly running into his crotch. "yet", you give. beginning the process of suturing. "the question everyone wants to know is why is cody rhodes not dead yet". breaking shortly to peer over him. a full examination it seems. heat rising in his cheeks. "cause he's no john fuckin wick. so why is he still here". pressure of the needle feeding into his skin. your lip tucking under your teeth in full concentration. "people don't know resilience is the bane of even your own existence. a little meat puppet made to take push pins".

he scoffs. "this doesn't feel like a compliment if it is".

you finish off the suture. a hesitant but delicate maneuvering off his thigh to rid of the medical supplies. the heat of you gone in an instant. "its an observation". the uncorking pop of that half drunken wine bottle. a generous crimson pour that you sip at.

"on what basis exactly?"

a whipping swing of kitchen cabinet doors. a bottle of brandy and a short glass. for him it seems. and the pained parts of him grow excited at the possibility of a simple taste. anything for a temporary fix. something to numb the burn in his bones.

"very close encounters".

and no you don't dip into the leather to sit beside him when you return. you assume a much more compromising position. a full straddle of his legs as you gift him his little amber colored remedy. and if at any moment he ever thought he needed it and actually didn't, let this be the moment where that edgy spike to his tongue becomes essential. something to help him as he searches for a secure hold at control. and of course he drinks it all. an easy burning slip against the back of his throat as he feels the heat of you settling back into him. once dormant urges awakening in his fingers. supple thighs lined up over his kevlar woven dress pants. the baggy button up you'd decided was good enough for his visit thin and something like revealing. the other details left to his imagination. and God was that prone to running at any moment. tripping and falling away from him well enough till his crotch became to uncomfortable to bare the perfect fit of his pants. your empty hand returning to where it'd been. roaming tenderly against slow but steady bruising skin. his nose picking up the sweet wine on your breath. the glaze about your eyes. thighs over him, clenching slightly.

"you were always a little too indulgent with the wine", cody gives.

your eyes flitting to his crotch again. bulge more prominent. the teasing of your nails inching over past his navel. your throat humming. "and you with me".

"don't think much of it". an attempt made in vain he thinks. feeling the hard throb of himself as soon as the words leave him. "it tends to happen. adrenaline from almost dying multiple times", his thigh knocking up into yours to grab at your attention. tipsy eyes drifting to the cold blue of his. "now spill. why am i still breathing?"

"because the number isn't high enough yet". another sip of wine before turning to rest it at the table. your hands free to run over the muscle of him. about his shoulders till your thumbs are caressing at his nape and the hard cut of his jaw. and that nearly drives him to insanity. the weight of you resting right where he pulses with life. "i take your head now, i'd be settling. and the game of it all ain't that fun right now anyways. its too amateur hour-ish for me. i wanna battle it out with the adults".

"im flattered", cody deadpans.

you smile. thumb soothing over his lip. "as you should be".

"why else", the pulse about his blood wild. an unadulterated beating that coaxes to life the run off of his imagination. his touch a staggering grip at your jaw. pulling your eyes to him. lowly sat pretty brown eyes with a penchant for doing him inexplicably dirty. but they draw him in all the same. his stomach empty. filled with nothing but the slosh of brandy. cody feeds into the daze of it. the possibility of a buzz. your lips a breath from his. desire on your tongue by way of the sweet smell of wine. "talk".

your hips shift over him. a rut into the fabric. friction to appease the ache, he's sure of it. thin panties and the desperate curl in of your nails. running into his scalp. trying to persuade him with tender touches and the charm of such wanton need. and its working. fuck, itsworking well. had worked some time ago and doing well now just the same. because cody, despite such deadly skill, was not immune to this type of torture. could not battle it with stalwart patience or dapper precision. and as you rut against him again, mind clouded by wine and your own intent, his fingers burn to touch you more. not so simple and plain but disgustingly greedy. his lips smooth against the seam of yours. amber brandy and red wine a near perfect melding together.

"fuck", you relent. your nose knocking soft into his. laughing with a wry sort of amusement. "it would stroke your ego to a nice little finish if i did say it wouldn't it?"

cody hums. slips his hold till its anchored about your neck. measured in its pressure. his tongue licking to wet his lips. the slight of it forcing a tremble into your body.

maybe his suffering isn't a lonely one after all.

you whimper. taking a hard swallow.

"vindicate me", cody rasps.

your struggle is apparent. surfaces with a tear that stains your cheek. body undone by the defeat of such an intimate admission.

"i miss you", fragile and nearly unclear.

he smiles mirthless against the soft ways of your skin. his nose buried into the dip of your neck. "i don't trust your sentiment".

"it's true cody".

"she says, after admitting she wants to kill me".

"better me than someone else". your fingers abandoning him to grip into the leather of the couch. a tight take to it that fastens your body into him. your mouth lax as your lips slip over his. the tease of a kiss filled with too much tension to bare. "touch me", you give. a plea and a command all the same.

his fingers working in swiftly, a firm obedience, cupping your cheeks to steady the wild go of your tongue as it snakes to slip at his. a frail whimper singing from your chest and the return of your sharp nails. digging against his scalp to bring him impossibly closer. nearly suckling his tongue whole as your hips rut at him again. a less cautious shifting as you look for harsher friction. the pain of a murderous sort of labor and the pleasure of touching you again warring over the tenderness of his skin. coaxing him to groan and wince. strong, tired fingers forcing your hips to rock over him. an easy, stable grind along the hard bulge of his cock that leaves you living without the proper brilliance of words. reduced to the struggle of too pleasured moans.

your teeth prickling and sharp as they snag against his lip. fingers deft, undoing his zipper. the heat of him hard and throbbing dangerous. his headache out done by more pressing matters, hazy and his senses going numb with lust. palms persistent, sinking into supple flesh. and fuck does it feel good. even better when his patience thins. fingers stretching the fabric of your panties till they tear. the slick way of your arousal making for an easier pace. a sweet teasing slip through your slit. his imagination wild and unfettered. even the thought of slipping in to have his full way with you enough to twist the base of his belly. groaning into your mouth.

fire in his fingers as they pull against the fat of your ass. sweltered skin sweet in his palms. forming with every push and spread and pry that he gives.

your mouths depart. a hesitant slipping away. breaths heavy. your face hiding in the dip of his neck. your pussy messy. bewitching even as you grind mindless into him. an undulating heat over his skin. "cody", a mantra as it travels to slight the beating of his pulse.

the tell tale trembling in your body. a breath away from bliss. and he can feel the build in his bones. the return of an ache thats been transformed. throbbing and restless. an urgency he works to relieve. and with it so does your mouth. less desperate to consume him. melting to linger at his lips. breathy and stuttered.

"right there angel", he gives. a whisper against your lips. corralling the last bits of resolve to break. your hips stuttering but caressing faithful still. coming undone. rutting greedily to grasp at the last bits of pleasure.

and here he finds that charming sort of relief. an unfurling warmth about his skin. snatching your body into him as he strokes against you and throbs, coming undone. release pooling and spurting against the baggy button up you'd worn to tease him with.

your lips finding his again. needy still. and he accepts without wait. ready and willing. your moaning along his tongue delicate and wispy. reminiscent of a memory once forgotten. new york. september 2019. cody cups your face again. thumbs dusting over the apple of your cheeks. on a mission to stain himself with this moment. sweet red wine mixed with aged brandy.

she was getting to be a lil too long so i had to break her up! but how do we feel about our little hitman?

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