#dear reader she has not found a way to be normal yet

[cabeswaterdrowned]

me: god I wish the djats fandom would shut up and stop being annoying can we move on already?

also me: *can still barely think about or talk about anything else*

[terry-perry]

to help you practice your alastor writing, how about reader is one of carmila’s daughters and she introduces mom to her new boyfriend: alastor!

Headcanons or imagine, your choice!

Ooh, I like this concept!

You have known Alastor for some time now due to the Overlord meetings that happen now and again.

You found him to be quite handsome as well as funny.

You knew he was probably a little crazy, but it was all right if he was. What demon wasn't?

You would glance at him often during these meetings and cover up the giggles you'd have over his remarks.

It wasn't until one day he did a particular job putting Vox in his place, having you release an audible snort, and finally got Alastor to notice you.

He invited you to lunch, and you two had been going steady since then

You wished to keep it under wraps for as long as you could

Your mother was a protective woman, and although she was always neutral towards Alastor, seeing him as nothing more than a fellow Overlord, you weren't sure how she'd feel if he was your boyfriend.

So, you met in secret and went on dates that were more on the subtle side so it looked more like a casual outing between two work associates

Those who knew, for the time being, were your sisters and the residents of the Hazbin Hotel

Clara and Odette knew all about Carmilla's protective nature and were fine with covering for you. They were sure to tease you about the relationship, in the meantime.

As for everyone at the hotel, they were on board with helping to keep the relationship a secret as you two spent time alone there

Alastor may or may not have threatened a few of them just to ensure things

Charlie, in particular, was happy to help out in any way with this budding romance

All Husk could say was that he prayed that you knew what you were doing, getting with a demon like his boss

When you two weren't spending time together at the hotel, you were "bumping into" each other in the city where you'd then go on walks or have lunch together

Anyone who'd dare question these interactions would have to answer to Alastor

You were right in thinking that Alastor was no prince, seeing the way he threatened those who defied him or how he took delight in heinous things like blood and violence, but you didn't mind

In a way, he was still an old-fashioned gentleman who treated you well

Alastor himself found it beneficial to be courting the daughter of a powerful arms dealer

His genuinely liking you was just gravy!

Things were going well for the last several months until one night at dinner Odette let it slip that you had plans, the following day, with your boyfriend

"Boyfriend?" Carmilla questioned as she walked back to the table with her refilled drink. "How long has this been going on?"

You stammered, for a bit, slightly intimidated by your mother's stoic stare. "A few months now,"

"I see," she took a sip of her drink before speaking again. "Bring him over next week. I wish to meet him."

Cut to you and Alastor outside your home preparing to have tea with your mother

You fixed yourself and even him for what seemed to be a million times until Alastor placed his hands over yours to get you to stop fixing his bowtie once more

You grew more flustered than before as he pierced you with a teasing grin that carried a hint of reassurance

"This is nothing I can't handle. Not to worry, my dear!"

And yet you couldn't help but notice the small flinch he did when the door suddenly opened to welcome you in

You took each other's hand as you went in, your mother greeting you both right away

Turned out she knew already!

"You've been seen out with him for months, and his broadcasts have been full of more voices than normal. It's not rocket science."

"Told you she enjoyed my show!"

You were expecting her to have several questions for him, but that wasn't the case

Carmilla knew Alastor was respectful and had trusted associates such as Zestial who would vouch for him

She, too, believed the relationship could come with some benefits. He could be of some use to the family.

Plus she raised you well enough so that you could judge others for yourself and take care of yourself if need be

Alastor would be stupid to take advantage of a family who holds a large assortment of weapons that can kill both demons and exorcists

Like with many things, Carmilla approves, but within reason

[crazyk-imagine]

Obsession lies Beneath

Pairing: Dark!Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!reader

Characters: Dark!Benedict Bridgerton, Fem!reader, Anthony Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton

Warnings: Slight dark fic content, obsession, possessiveness, manipulation, Benedict gas lighting reader, special tea use, Benedict getting high, reader is innocent, reader not your average dark fic reader, near the end of season 2, reader can be oblivious

Word Count: 2,016

Requested by: @flowercrowns-goodvibes probably something along the lines of him being obsessed with reader and wanting her to marry him, and basically trapping her with no other choice because he knows she’s the only one for him. maybe through arranged or forced marriage or kidnapping

A/N: This is my first dark fic so if it's kind of off or not a normal dark fic, yk why

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After taking the drug infused tea, he got addicted and couldn't do anything else to calm himself other than create terrible art and then came you.

He had no idea what to do then, it felt like there was nothing he could do but then there you were, and he was hooked (in more ways than one).

It was the latest season for young, eligible ladies to do their best at finding a man to call husband and, from his dear sister, he hears you have no one to call your own.

Although it may be troubling for your family, it does leave room for happiness within him, in his hazy mind.

There’s no one eligible enough to marry you, not when he plans on having you for himself (even if you don’t know it yet).

He closes his eyes, imagining you in more ways than one should. No one knows about this, the way he thinks of you.

How could they? They’d think he was insane and lock him up or banish him into his room with nothing to entertain him with.

Either way, a life without being able to see you is not a way he could live- survive even.

The first time he started thinking of you in a mature way, was an accident but once was enough for him to become addicted, a habit he can't break.

His brother couldn't have known what would become of him when he first offered the tea to him, it's not his fault.

Benedict doesn't remember how he got it since his brother was traveling but, as he sips his tea once more and it flows through his veins, he doesn't care.

His mind slows down the more he drinks and the more he drinks, the more he creates. He sets the cup down, staring at the page and sighs. He groans loudly to himself, "why isn't it, right?"

-

You follow Eloise, who happily drags you along with her.

After her minor falling out with Penelope, she didn't explain much about what happened nor did you ask, feeling it wasn’t your place to do so. She needed a friend and found- or re-found you.

You knew the family when you were little but moved away because your father had gotten a business proposal to work out of town and now that your family is settled and has gained a profitable fortune, you decided to come back to the one place you felt... at home.

Daphne, Eloise, and Anthony were the ones you spoke to the most during your youth, not speaking to the others as much and felt you could build a bond with them but didn't want to make them uncomfortable.

Benedict though, he noticed you; he always did. It became a habit over time, another thing he couldn't break, a nasty habit he knows some would say.

She enters with ease, not minding the noises coming from her brother, who disagrees with the sound of someone entering.

With the tea fully sated in his stomach, he stares at you for a little too long; not that you noticed.

You almost never do, not that he minded, it fills his obsession, and he enjoys the fact that you're a little too oblivious to his antics. You wander around the room and his skin feels like it's on fire.

Have you gotten more beautiful since the last time he saw you (two days ago).

You stand beside him and the scent of your perfume wafts through his nose, he closes his eyes, memorizing the scent to memory.

His eyes open, pupils dilating but no one notices as he offers a small smile. "Has something caught your eye?"

You turn your head to face him, a shy smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Sorry, I was curious about this one. You seem so," you pause and work on finding the right word. "Focused. I've always wanted to see an artist at work."

Could this be the sign he's been waiting for since you two grew into young adults? "Have you? Perhaps-"

"You've helped me enough, we're leaving now," Eloise pulls you alongside her. "We'll see you at dinner."

His chest heaves after he rolls his neck and turns to his left, reaching for his cup. This seems to be the only thing keeping him sated as he waits to see you again at dinner.

-

He enters and his eyes are on you, the seat beside you is open, giving him the opportunity to take it before anyone else can. His hands shake as he reaches for the utensils, freezing when your pinkies accidentally bump into one another.

He feels hot the longer he sits beside you. He makes small conversations when you initiate it but there's only so much, he can do without making him sound like a complete idiot.

God knows what would happen if he was to make a fool of himself in front of you, the person of his dreams.

His mind wanders and he's lost in thought with... you are laying on the couch beneath his window, showing just enough skin to make him lose his cool. He'd lean closer towards you and lean in, listening to every little noise that comes from you.

He would stare into your eyes until he's close enough to gather the courage and kiss your perfect lips. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to close his eyes at first, longing to see every twitch of your eyes, even though they're closed.

He'd study you every moment he could (and does). He owlishly blinks, finding you looking at him, a questioning look on your face. "I'm- I'm sorry?"

"Are you feeling alright?"

Oh, your caring nature, how his heart beats faster when it's directed at him. You're too kind to someone having such crude thoughts as he; fitting really.

He messes with the napkin in his lap. "I- I- I'm fine, believe me I am more than fine," he mutters the last part under his breath, not wanting you or anyone to overhear him share his thoughts.

-

He ponders the drawing, trying to figure out what's missing but can't and rips the page out of his sketchbook before crumpling it and tossing it across the room.

The ball of paper lands at your feet, you don't know what to do. "Is everything alright?" You ask.

His body tenses. "Are you spending the night?"

"Unexpectedly, the carriage broke, and repairs won't be able to start until tomorrow when there's more lighting." He nods, glancing down to find the cut on his hand from when- he discreetly wipes his hand before you can see it.

"Are you working on something else?" You step closer, inspecting it with intense interest, one Benedict could barely wrap his head around.

"Aren't I always?" He jokes.

You chuckle at the joke because it's true, lately he hasn't been able to focus, nor has he been able to continue with one project. "Are you drawing a model?" You tilt your head, trying to figure out the position you're seeing. "Is that- you draw nude models?"

He nods, "I do, it's one of the important ways an artist can capture the human body on paper." In his haze, he sees the way your eyes trail back to the page even as flustered as you are, you're human and seeing something like this, his art; it exhilarates him. "Would you want to be my model?"

Your head snaps over to him. "Me?" You stutter, "I don't- I don't think that'd be such a good idea. I'm not- I'm not the model type."

"Nonsense," he shakes his head. "You are the perfect model."

"I don't think this is an appropriate topic we should be discussing, Mr. Bridgerton-"

He grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. "It's a harmless conversation between adults, is it not?"

He takes in your figure, then your dress, and your hair; all of it, reminding him of a little lamb (one who's wandered into the wrong den). A little lamb away from its family, all alone and waiting for its hunter to snatch it up.

"I suppose but-"

"I mean, it's not as if you'd actually be willing to model for me. It's just a conversation about art." Said the lion to guide the prey into his trap, he thought to himself.

"That- that's true."

Are you truly thinking about offering to accept and be his model? Even when you know if someone were to find out, your reputation would be ruined?

"I want to do it."

"Do you?" A sly smile tugs at the corner of his lips. And the lion caught the lamb. "Why don't we start now?"

You hesitate, fiddling with the sides of your dress. "I don't know. I don't think now is the-"

"If we do it now, no one will know. Everyone in the house is asleep and if they aren't, they know better than to disturb me when I'm working."

"I," you gulp before nodding. "Okay."

Maybe he's right, now would be a more idle time to practice.

"Okay?"

You give him a reassuring look.

-

He turns, the chesire cat like smile never fading even as he adjusts you to the position, he knows will come out perfectly.

You're nervous, letting him see you this way, so exposed, your heart beats at a mile a minute. You don't know whether to let him continue or leave while your morals are (barely) intact.

He glances up; the charcoal dancing across the paper brings you out of your thoughts. "Can I move? My arm is hurting."

"Not yet."

"But-"

"I said, not yet!" He elevates his voice.

You gulp, not saying anything further, deciding it's best not to aggravate him further.

After a while and 2 candles later, a satisfied sigh escapes him.

Your shoulders feel lighter, knowing that he's happy with his latest creation.

"You," he starts off.

You open your eyes, turning your head to face him, seeing his proud expression.

"You are my best model, I- you are my new muse."

You start pushing yourself up.

The smile falls from his face, "what are you doing?"

You furrow your brows in confusion, "I'm getting up because we're done," you say even though it sounds more like a question the longer you stare at him and take it his expression.

"We have more to do," he sets his sketch book onto the table beside him. "You are the inspiration I have been looking for. You are the reason I will thrive in school, even if my brother paid for my seat."

He kneels beside you, "we will be well-known because of your beauty," he brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "And my skills." He switches between looking into one eye and then the other. "But I can see tonight was a lot, you're tired and should get some sleep."

You don't say another word as you sit up, holding the blanket close to you.

-

He helps you with your corset, making you feel as though you did something wrong.

You shouldn't have done this.

He wraps his arms around your waist. "Get some rest, we'll get a head start tomorrow."

"I- I don't-"

"Don't tell me no, please. I can't do this without you," he spins you around to face him. "I wouldn’t survive without your help. You are the reason I can create again. Please don't leave me alone."

How can you say no when he stares at you like that?

You can't tell him no and then come to the house and pretend as if you didn't do this, pretend as if everything is okay.

"What if someone found out about you modeling for me tonight? What would happen to your family?"

You furrow your brows, suddenly your thoughts spiral back to the beginning of tonight and it's something you shouldn't have agreed to but it's too late to back out; you're too involved and he's the only one who can save you.

You no longer feel at home.

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@readingwithsass

[evans23]

I am yours

Pairing : Sinclair Bryant x Reader OC

Summary : Sinclair knows. He knows but he doesn't care because he loves you and you can believe him when he has told you your first time will be nothing short of magic.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : fluffy and smutty puppy Sinclair ❤️ @liviacarol88-blog ; @eccentricchick

A/N : Hello dear 😁 You asked for it, I did it ! Here my version of Sinclair and virgin reader. Tell me guys if you're still up for David's version and I will be more than happy to oblige you =)

Lionel's version is here - David's version is here

Also read on AO3

Sinclair knew. Of course, he knew. Not that he knows everything but that little secret of yours was quite obvious. At least for him.

He has known you for five months now, almost six, thanks to the chance of life. You came from a different world or what you called, for teasing him, the normal world while Sinclair was an affluent man coming from a wealthy family. Not that it matters for him or even his parents. They were happy that their son had found a good woman. Not a venal, never happy and capricious one like his ex. He told you everything about it after one month, when he had understood he wanted you in his life permanently.

You were everything Natalie wasn’t. Beautiful without vanity, intelligent without showing off but also without needing to belittle yourself to receive reassurance or compliment and, even though you were a bit shy and socialising wasn’t easy for you, you accompanied him each time he had a business party and you never complained when he organised a party at his estate, which happened quite often but as long as he was able to do the conversation, you were more than happy to be by his side.

In return, he was happy you could put up with his need to be surrounded by people and how you always did your best to make him feel important when you talked with his boss during a business party. A boss who adored your sharp mind and your ability to use sarcasm subtly.

Yet, despite the fact Sinclair was patient and, if he needed to wait for more months, he would gladly, he wanted you in the more intimate way. His desire was growing more and more since you agreed to move in with him two days ago. You had a tiring weekend, moving all your stuff into his incredible house, with the help of your father who was persuaded Sinclair was the one.

However, Sinclair wasn’t a fool, even though it is true, in the beginning, he had thought you were one of these girl who didn’t want to have anything to do with the intimacy of the flesh before the marriage. Not that he would have minded, he was already too engrossed with you for that but he was clearly not ready to take the plunge again. Not so soon after the Natalie Gate.

He couldn’t fathom how calm he had been after he had discovered the whole affair. Perhaps the fact he had understood everything far before she ridiculed him in front of his friends and colleagues had helped him to refrain from his need to kill Richard or even her. And had he not had the mastery of his emotion, what good would have he earned ?

The divorce hadn’t been too harsh, because when Natalie had tried to get more than what she deserved, he was so worked up that he had threatened her to reveal the truth to the court. A truth that would have sent her to jail.

It wasn’t really him to do something like that but he needed to get rid of her and her brother and he needed to get over the whole situation as quickly as possible. He was so down after his suspicions had been revealed to be true and even more after the divorce. Divorcing wasn’t something we do in his family. We try to work over what is wrong, to mend a damaged relationship. He could have forgiven Natalie for cheating, he loved her enough for that, even if she wasn’t really in love with him to even have just the thought of doing it, but cheating with her brother with who she was related by blood ? No, he could not forgive such an abomination.

Only his mother knew, neither he nor her had dared telling the real reason to his father. The man wasn’t a violent person, but in this case, with all his important professional acquaintances, he would have ruined the woman and as Sinclair had got his way, which meant Natalie was afraid enough to see him use the proofs he had against her thanks to his maid Xiao Mei and Pamela, his parents’ housekeeper who had revealed his mom she had surprised both rascals in the master bedroom, him naked her roughly clothed, that she had accepted all the terms of the divorce and the fact she wouldn’t get a penny of Sinclair’s fortune or half the part of the estate has it had been bought by Sinclair and only his name was on the deed of sale.

And then you arrived in his life, a hazardous, a happy accident. You were like a lighthouse in the darkness of his hazy mind. You met one year after his divorce, but even if he was trying his best to be playful and optimistic with the rest of the world, inwardly he couldn’t forget the bitterness of Natalie’s betrayal. She had humiliated him, slept in his parents' bed with her jerk of a brother, lied to him and in the end, he felt like the one punished, all alone in his big house with his broken dreams for a future with his other half.

Until you. He would never forget that holy day when he had absently darted the crowd while waiting for his coffee. You were in a hurry, your hair disheveled, wearing an inappropriate outfit for the really bad weather, you told him later the forecaster said it would be a sunny day and it was the reason you were wearing a short and a too thin pullover for the day, and you were in an urgent need of a milkshake because in the morning milkshake was for you like the God nectar.

You were beautiful. But too young he thought at first. Looking too young was your curse. Men always thought you were a child of nineteen when in reality you were 33. But then, Sinclair met you again the next day, even though you were absolutely oblivious about the first encounter. You were reading, sat down on a bench in a park under a tree which provided you a shelter for the sun which was finally there. And yet again, you were wearing the wrong outfit. An old grey jogging with the same pullover as the day before. Your hair still an untamed mess. And yet again, he found you beautiful. You didn’t put any effort into your appearance to catch the eyes of others, you were just you. And you were alluring without even trying, at least in his eyes, which very soon became to only eyes that were important for you.

“It’s one of my favorite books,” he told you.

You looked up at him, your hair body bristling at the sound of his baritone voice, and you immediately felt butterflies dancing in your stomach when your eyes dived into his hazel ones. Sinclair was tall, imposing while he was towering over you, with a hooked nose that cast a shadow on his pinky cheeks. And he had the most lovely smile in the world. In one word, you found him handsome.

“Oh really ?,” you answered, “in my point of view, Sense and Sensibility doesn’t match up to Pride and Prejudice. No one can liven up Darcy in my heart,” you added with a smile.

“Darcy is overrated,” he answered, sitting down next to you without bothering to ask you if you were at ease with his presence, because for the first time, he felt like himself, like the heavy lump in his chest was leaving him, letting a feeling of relieve washing over him. And he thought he would never feel like that anymore.

“Oh really ?” you asked, arching one eyebrow, not bothered at all to have him by your side, reveling in his imposing presence, but also a bit self-conscious as the man was undoubtedly looking for your company and you were worried to say something stupid.

“Yes, Colonel Brandon is far more interesting.”

He started rambling about the character and for the first time, he found someone to listen to him without belittling him or telling him he was showing off like Natalie would have done. In fact, for the first time since the divorce, he didn’t think about her once. And after that encounter, you were the only one haunting his thoughts.

But what really enticed him was the fact that you answered him. You always had something to add to what he was saying. And both of you waffled on the whole afternoon about books, films and anything that came up in the conversation. That day, he realised how his ex-wife was uninteresting. She didn’t have any hobbies except for spending his money on shopping spree… and shagging her brother. His parents had been so right when they had told him not to marry the woman so fast just because he was afraid to spend his life alone. Yet, if he had listened to his parents, maybe he would have had the chance to meet you. Life, sometimes, had an odd way to conduct people into the right path, and in this case, towards his soulmate.

He remembered with a fond smile how lovely he had found your accent, thick but understandable and how impressed he was to know you were an English teacher, here in London.

He couldn’t remember exactly when you became more than just a friend to him, when he had understood his feelings were strong and even overwhelming sometimes because he thought he wouldn’t be lucky a second time in love. If he had only been lucky at all in this field.

Sinclair was zoning out, thinking of you rather than focussing on his work, because he didn’t know how to broach the topic with you or if he should. He was ready to wait for you, of course, but he needed to know if you would be ready sooner rather than later. He already knew you weren’t into religion, therefore you weren’t in the wait for him proposing to you for his relief, even though he had already made up his mind about the fact that one day he would have the privilege to call you his wife.

Your reading included some explicit smutty books, so you weren’t really fierce and he wasn’t sure but one day, he had heard a strange noise coming from the bathroom that sounded like a moan, so, he was roughly sure you knew how to please yourself own body and how to get pleasure from your own touch. Therefore, you weren't a prude at all.

But what Sinclair wanted was to be the one pleasuring your body with his hands, his tongue, his cock. He needed to be inside you, to utterly claim you as his.

He was rather an honest, straightforward person in his day-to-day life, yet he didn’t want to make you feel uneasy by being too blunt with you about something you were maybe ashamed of, though he couldn’t fathom why. It wasn’t a defect. If truth should be told, he found it endearing. Lovely. Terribly arousing. He was so sure you were a virgin, he would definitely be a bit disappointed learning it wasn’t the case. But he was sure. You were so unsure the first time he languorously kissed you, his hands roaming under your shirt to feel your skin. He had tried thrice to lead you towards the foreplay and what was coming next, but each time you had coyly shied away. Because you were a bit clingy and you liked cuddling with him, something he wasn’t used to but more than happy to learn to do with you, he had arrived to the conclusion you were a virgin and you didn’t know how to display the truth.

However, you knew you could trust Sinclair. He wouldn’t mock you. But how could you explain to him that you had reached the age of 33 without having ever been touched by a man ?

Wasn’t it a bit immature of you ? Maybe he would think finally you didn’t worth the trouble. No, it was not him. You were sure he wouldn’t even laugh, Sinclair was too kind, too pure for that.

When he came back home, earlier than usual as he had a party organised at his house to celebrate a significant contract he and his colleagues had got after hours and hours of hard work, meetings, follow-up meetings and late calls at night with their American partner, he found you in the kitchen, helping Xiao Mei and the caterers he had hired for the party.

You didn’t notice his arrival, and he stayed a bit backward, leaned on the threshold, looking at you with a fond smile. You were always nice to everyone, always helping those who it was the job to work around the estate, and for that, he does love you even more.

He eavesdropped your conversation with Xiao Mei with not an ounce of shame for doing so. Sinclair being always honest with himself as he was with others had started to get some insecurities since Natalie and despite himself, he often needed to be reassured you were completely into him, but also not talking bad about him behind his back. He wanted you to be as sincere as he was and if something was wrong, you must talk with him and not spit out your bitterness to people whose it wasn’t their business at all.

“Sinclair is really happy you have moved in with him,” he heard Xiao Mei said.

“And so do I. Some of my friends think we are going too fast but I don’t think so. When we know, we know and we almost spent all the days of the last five months together. We already have gone through our first argument, therefore I think we are ready,” you giggled.

Sinclair smiled at the remembrance. It wasn’t really a quarrel between you, just a mere disagreement which had been settled as fast as it had begun. However, Sinclair would have liked to settle it under the sheets, with him into you, but at the time he had already understood you were not ready and he already had some suspicions about your virginity.

“And I’m so proud of him,” you added, still unaware of his presence, “he worked so hard for this contract, he really deserves to enjoy himself and his commitment to his work tonight.”

Feeling an urge of pride and affection, he decided it was time to let you know he was here.

“Here is my favorite girl,” growled his baritone voice, reasoning inside the little kitchen.

“Sinclair, your back,” you said with a smile, drawing closer to him to kiss him on the lips.

“I wanted to be sure you weren’t making the whole meal yourself,” he joked, poking your nose with his hooked one playfully.

“Oh ! I almost had to threaten her to cut her hands if she continued to do my job for me,” bantered Xiao Mei.

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny, both of you,” you uttered playfully, “Actually, I arrived five minutes ago, therefore I haven’t even had the time to steal a piece of the desert Xiao Mei made.”

“And how was your day ?” asked Sinclair, sneaking up a salted cupcake from the tray behind you, ignoring the disapproving look of the housekeeper.

“Exhausting. A whole bunch of dunderheads. And yours ?” you asked while preventing him from stealing another cupcake.

“Exciting. I’ve a new client. A very interesting person. He worked with the CEO of Harrods and you’ll never guess about…”

He started to talk about some white powder during night parties, which wasn’t surprising for him, either for you, and he went on and on and on, happy to see you really listening to him and answering him accurately without trying to shut him up or to change the conversation topic because you didn’t care about what he had to say. The truth was that you always cared for Sinclair and his needs and you didn’t mind his incessant talking, it wasn’t as if the man had nothing interesting to say after all, he was so cultivated and everything could catch his interest, something you found endearing.

The night went well. You were glued to Sinclair’s arm most of the time, but he didn’t mind, he liked having you beside him while some of his coworkers were glimpsing at you. Before Natalie, he wouldn’t have been jealous, but since her betrayal, he couldn’t help the feeling of possessiveness which washed over him each time a man looked at you with a glint of desire tinkling. He tried his best to not overwhelm you with these new insecurities of his, but you understood where it was coming from and didn’t mind at all. In fact, you were flattered a man as Sinclair had noticed you and you felt a feeling of protection when he was clinging to your hand, subtly marking his territory.

Your societal abilities weren’t as developed as your other skills and you were grateful Sinclair did all the talking. Not that you were bothered with meeting new people, but you were rather an introvert and a crowded room with too much noise and the need to make some small talk about nothing particularly interesting was a bit exhausting for your mind.

As the last guest had just left, you went to the bathroom for a well-deserved shower. Sinclair, even though he had just finished having his own, felt the urge to join you, to feel your body under his, make his hands run on your skin, kissing your neck…

“Sinclair, control yourself,” he said out loud, shaking his head in a vain attempt to make his thought disappear.

But it was already too late, he could feel his member hardening in his underwear. When you popped up in the bedroom, only wearing a mini shorts and one of his shirts, his desire to take you here and now was burning him from the inside. Yet, he knew he had to be tactful to not frighten you away.

He casually took his place in the bed, patting the other one to urge you to join him, which you did willingly.

You cuddled up, making the best of his warmth to warm up your cold skin. Sinclair put his arm around your shoulders while his other hand was caressing your naked thing with a lingering desire of lust.

You thought it was time for the both of you. You couldn’t shut him down each time he tried something. and you wanted that too. But you weren’t sure if you had to tell him the truth, moreover, although you weren’t a prudish and naive woman, you didn’t know how to initiate it without him noticing your inexperience.

Fortunately, Sinclair, desperate to have a deeper connection with you, began to kiss your neck slowly, passionately, finding that sensible spot that inevitably sent shivers through your whole body.

You made your nails run through his hair, scrapping his scalp, which had for effect of making him moan loudly.

You watched him closing his eyes and you couldn’t deny your own desire for him while he was irradiating so powerfully that you could feel it.

You kissed his cheeks, his neck, then, without being able to fathom what got into you, you straddled him in a swift motion. Sinclair was taken aback by your action, feeling less certain about his assumption concerning your virginity, yet he knew you weren’t completely innocent in that matter.

And, while things became more intense, him patting hungrily your breasts under the shirt you had decreed was yours since you had moved in, he felt your hesitation. It was just a little flinch in your attitude and you continued to kiss him, but less ardently now that you could feel his length pressing against your covered pussy.

Sinclair had the feeling you were ready for that. Everything in your corporal language screamed how you wanted that as much as him. But he feared, you back away again if he didn’t take the lead from now on. Not that he would coerce you if you weren’t in for a treat, however, Sinclair was sure it was the right time for both of you.

He hesitated before eventually deciding to let you come to him if you needed to admit something to him. After all, maybe was he wrong and if that was the case it would be embarrassing for both of you. Anyway, he already made up his mind that he would be gentle and if he was right, he was roughly sure he would be able to feel it by the way you would move under him and by how tight you would be. The blood could also be an indication he thought, though not all women bleed during their first time he remembered himself.

He fidgeted a little bit under you to turn you around with a swift move so that you were under him.

One of his hands was playing with your nipple, making the wetness between your legs worse, while his lips were busy leaving a string of sweetness along your throat to your neck. You will have several little bruises of love the next morning, for sure.

When he tried to remove your shirt, he felt you stiffened and he stopped what he was doing to look you in the eyes.

He sat down and forced you to lean up against the headboard with him. You looked at him with a mixture of trepidation and puzzlement.

“Honey, is there something you would like to tell me ?” he asked gently.

You looked down, blushing, something he found enticing.

“I won’t judge you, no matter what you want to tell me,” he added, his tone soft to not trigger you.

You opened and closed your mouth several times, your blush intensifying. The problem wasn’t that you didn’t trust Sinclair, it was that you were so ashamed to admit it. How many times your girlfriends had told you it wasn’t normal and it would repulse any man with who you would want to commit with. You had never accorded any attention at their talking that you always qualified as rubbish, but here you were, more ready than ever to make love with our amazing boyfriend, but also with all your doubts and insecurities.

Sinclair felt he should help you. He kissed the crown of your head, feeling a little bit hurt at the sight of your distress. He sighed heavily and held out his hand to grab your chin to force you to look at him.

“Are you a virgin honey ?” he asked without any mockery in his tone.

You didn’t look away, but tears invaded your beautiful eyes. Unable to answer, you just nodded once.

“Don’t cry, darling. I didn’t ask it to embarrass you,” he said while laying several kisses on your cheek, forehead and head.

“It’s just… I hoped you wouldn’t figure it out,” you whispered bashfully.

“But why ? Don’t you trust me to tell me that ? We are together as a couple now and you told me a couple shouldn’t have any secret for one another,” he reminded you.

Indeed, after having heard the gruesome story of his marriage with Natalie, you told him that a couple should share everything, even more their struggle and their disappointment towards each other. More importantly, you mustn't go to bed without having sorted out any argument between you. You were the one who had come up with that rule and Sinclair had immediately settled on with it. He wanted to build up a healthy relationship with you above the foundation of love and communication.

"I trust you, I swear, it's just..." you shut down one more time, biting your lips so hard Sinclair thought you would eventually hurt yourself.

"But what ?" he asked, his soft tone appeasing you.

"I was afraid you could be disgusted with my state," you said so low he wasn't sure if he had clearly understood you.

"Disgusted with which state ?" he asked, arching an eyebrow, "Do you have a terrible sexual disease that could kill both of us ?" he asked seriously.

You knew the question was rhetorical and you felt more embarrassed than before.

"Darling, you don't have the cholera, you are a virgin, it's not a defect or a shortcoming."

You looked at him, searching in his eyes for any form of deceit despite you. You couldn't stop your insecurities from gnawing at you. Sinclair could see how uneasy you were and he tried to soothe you down a little bit.

"I really don't understand why you give so much importance to it," he said, caressing gently your cheek.

"I don't know... Some of my friends kept telling me how strange it was to be 33 and still not having managed to get rid of my virginity. And my closest friend seemed to think that it was the best way to frighten a man and make him run away from me," you answered without looking at him.

Once again, he forced you to look at him, his hand guiding your head towards him. The tears in your eyes threatened to fall down at any time soon and you felt like a little girl who had just made a mistake and was on the verge of being scolded.

"Your friends are stupid. All of them. Truth be told, I find it arousing," said Sinclair before placing a kiss on your nose.

"Really ? You don't find me weird or something like that ?" you asked, a feeling of relief beginning to wash over your anxiety.

"Any man in the world would find it incredibly endearing, arousing and quite exciting too. But, I can't help but ask myself how a beautiful and smart girl like you has never met anyone, let alone never made love with anyone."

You shrugged, reveling in his soft touch against your neck.

"Maybe because I'm too smart," you answered genuinely.

Sinclair agreed. After all, he had read in a book that the more intelligent a person was, the more difficult it was for the said person to make acquaintances, true friends and to find the right partner because it made you more picky, more demanding and more in the need to be with someone because you were really in love with that person and you could find some peace and relieve with the right one, the one who could complete you.

He could relate to you as, for too long, he had thought Natalie was the right one. The one he needed. Only his parents, at the time, had understood his fear of being alone all his life like his cousin, a wealthy businessman at the head of the largest media company, surrounded by the most beautiful masterpiece of the greatest painters, possessing as many incredible cars as Sinclair, but terribly alone and bitter.

"Also," you started shyly, "I don't really attract men. I mean, I'm such an introverted, bookish girl, socially awkward. It's a miracle you noticed me. Another one that you didn't care about our social differences."

"Darling, please, not that again. You know I don't care about that kind of thing, either my parents don't care. You're such a courageous girl to have gone through all those awful things and still standing, facing the world, living away from your country because it was the only way to fulfill yourself."

You blushed under his praises. He told you so many times before and he will do it again each time you will need to hear it.

"I'm... I"m sorry," you stuttered.

"And now you are apologizing again and I don't even know why," he said half serious, half joking.

"To not have told you the truth immediately. At least, when it became serious between us. You deserved to know. Yet, you knew. You always know everything," you said, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"It wasn't really difficult to fathom it out, darling. At least, for me. Even though I wasn't sure. It could have been anything else, you could have been in an abusive relationship in the past but the way you act around me left little doubt about the fact you were still untouched rather than afraid of me."

Sinclair, pragmatic and direct as always, explained it as if you were an equation he had resolved long ago. You chuckled a little bit, feeling some reassurance that he wasn't revulsed at all but rather excited about the news.

"I feel so unfit for this world," you said calmly, "And I was so afraid to never meet you. London is quite a big city and I felt swallowed by it, invisible, even though I was invisible in the quaint little village where I used to live too. But here, I was so alone while surrounded by so many people. And then you arrived in my life and I... I just knew. But then, I was so afraid of your reaction. Honestly, I don't think I would have told you if you hadn't guessed it."

"Honey, there is no shame at all to be a late bloomer. Once again, I find it enticing !"

As to prove his point, he started kissing your throat, delving slowly down your breasts, your belly, your thigh, then he climbed up before stopping above your pussy, still covered with your shorts.

"Do you want it ?" he asked, surveying your face to seek any sign of hesitation.

"Yes," you said in a breath. "I"m sure you're the right one, the one I've waited for and I want you to have it."

You kissed him with fervor as if you wanted to prove to him how you wanted him. Again, Sinclair pinned you under his body, leaving a lingering kiss on your face. You put your hand under his shirt, giggling when he hissed at your cold palm on his chest, then, you helped him to get rid of his shirt.

You looked at his chest, musing how he could have a toned stomach with all the food he was eating, not that you mind either what he could eat in a day or if he had or not his hips poking over his pants. You loved him entirely, the in, the out and the in-between.

But when came Sinclair tour to take off your shirt, he stopped to look into your eyes, searching for something you couldn’t fathom.

“Sinclair ?” you asked with trepidation.

Could he have changed his mind, finally ?

“Promise me,” he said in a husky voice, full of desire, hungriness, but also something that wasn’t usual for him, uncertainty.

“Promise you what ?” you asked with concern, caressing gently his face with the tip of your fingers to soften his features.

“Promise me you are not using me to get what you want and then you will leave me.”

At his words, you felt a pang of sadness for the man you loved. Sinclair was always so composed, so strong, and even if you had talked together about his past depression and The Affair, never had he let you think he was living with the fear of you betraying him like his ex-wife. Even though you didn’t have any brothers, you could still go away, trying to see if the grass was greener, but you were too honest with yourself to do something like that and also totally mad about Sinclair.

The love you felt for him was something you had never felt before. Never ever would you be able to hurt such a beautiful person, even least when he was giving you everything you dreamt of and even more. Sinclair had offered you a world full of possibilities, a world you didn’t even now you could walk through.

“Sinclair, I have not saved myself for so long to finally choose to do it with the first man enough interested in me to make love with him and then throw him away like dirty clothes,”

He wanted to talk but you cut him short, putting your hand on his mouth.

“I wanted someone who would love me as I am, the good, the bad, my anxiety, my shortcomings, everything. I have waited for a man who would respect me, with who I would have fun and with who I could speak about everything. In fact, before meeting you, I didn’t know you were the one I was looking for. So, I promise you Sinclair, this is not an evil game of mine. I am totally committed to this relationship and profoundly in love with you, I want you to be my first love but most importantly, my last love.”

The doubts in Sinclair’s eyes flew away, replaced with a predatory look. Your words were what he needed to hear. He already knew that, but he needed you to tell out loud what he represented to you, how important was this relationship for you because for him it was already too late, he was so fond of you that sometimes he woke up during the night with the fear you could leave him.

He was not used to that sort of invasive thought, it had begun after the initial shock of what Natalie had done and it had become worse after the divorce. And here you were, comprehensive, gracious, and in love with him, something he thought he would never get, not after the terrible questioning he had gone through after the divorce. How bad of a husband had he been if Natalie preferred to shag her brother rather than trying to sort out her problems by talking with him ?

“Sinclair,” you said softly, “don’t get lost on me,” you almost begged him, “the past is in the past. I am not her. I am yours.

“And I am yours,” answered Sinclair, resuming his kisses on your body, finally taking off your shirt.

He licked one of your nipples, sucking and biting it playfully. He felt his length hardened at the same time your nipple did in his mouth. With his thumb, he brushed up and down over your other nipple, trying to ease you as much as possible to make it enjoyable for you.

He knew the first time could be painful and he wanted you to forget the pain to bask in the pleasure he was willing to give you. It should be the connection between two bodies, two lovers, two souls, not just him taking what he longed for so long, since he had understood how drawn he was with you.

“Sinclair,” you moaned under his touch.

You arched your body, wanting more, wanting him, which made him laugh.

“Slow here, darling, we don’t want to rush here, do we ?” he said, letting the hand that was brushing your breasts go down to the hem of your shorts.

Before slipping his hand under your panties, he asked you one more time if you were ready for that.

“If you need more time, if you want us to go slower, I’m happy to wait for you. I don’t want this if you are not sure it is the right time for you,” he said, though inwardly he desperately hoped you wouldn't refuse his endearments.

You felt a surge of affection for him and his understanding.

“I want this. I want you Sinclair.”

It’s all he needed. He leaned in, slowly to give you the time to brace yourself and stop him if you had any doubts, but he hoped you wouldn’t do that, his member was almost hurting him as he wanted you so much.

You tussled his hair in your way to pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss he was giving you, your tongue fighting with his while his hand found its way to your pussy.

You pressed instinctively your legs together, but your wetness couldn’t lie, you needed him and Sinclair could feel it.

“Don’t worry honey, I will take it easy on you.”

He started rubbing his thumb against your clit. Sinclair had read once that it was easier to give an orgasm to a woman when she already had one and the best way to relax her was to stimulate her little bundle of nerves. He also read that he would probably do that again once he would be inside you, as it wasn’t easy for a girl to have an orgasm just with her cock partner, even when the said cock was bigger than average. Actually, he was a bit afraid to hurt you as your walls were probably too tight, therefore he would take his time with the foreplay.

His thumb was still working on your clit and his tongue on your breasts when he inserted his first finger inside you, making you gasp in surprise to feel him inside you. Yet, it wasn’t painful. He played with your wall a tad before reaching your opening with his middle finger, pushing it slowly before scissoring you slightly.

You were already wet, but definitely not ready for him. He continued to make his fingers play and stretch your walls before finding what he was looking for. He knew he had reached it when you let out a moan louder than the other ones.

“Sin… Sinclair,” you stuttered, your mind confused amid the pleasure which was invading you.

“Give it up [Y/N],” he murmured in your ear, hitting tenderly your earlobe.

You didn’t need more to come, not as hard as he hoped, but he was discovering your body and how to please you. It will be a patient exploration, one that will not be done in one day, fortunately for him and for you.

You kissed him anew while he removed his fingers from you, looking expectantly at your reaction. The sight of your glimmering eyes should mean you were rather satisfied until now.

“Are you still sure ?” he asked.

You nodded and he gently squeezed your hips.

“Use your words [Y/N], because I won’t do anything if I am not sure here. I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to do, I…”

“Oh please Sinclair,” you cut him off, “yes, I still want you. I want you inside me and now,” you said urgently, which had for effect of making him laugh.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you ?” he said, teasing you with his thumb which he rubbed slightly against your fold.

“Only for you, Sinclair,” you answered in one breath.

He stroked his manhood several times to get harder, then he placed himself between your legs. You shivered at the sensation of his cock tip against your entrance, trembling with a mixture of anticipation and arousal.

“I will be gentle, [Y/N]. But if you need me to stop, just say so.”

“Yes, Sinclair,” you said, your eyes delving into his hazel one.

You kissed his hooked nose which cast a shadow on his cheek and he took the opportunity to slowly enter you. He stopped when your hands grabbed his shoulders, more by surprise than any real pain at this point.

He could feel how tight you were, how careful he must be to make it as pleasant as possible, even though he knew pain was unavoidable.

You stroked his armpit when he resumed his way inside you, always with care for your well-being, surveying your eyes, your face, to catch any sign of discomfort.

You hissed when he broke your hymen, but he blocked your little scream with his mouth, caressing every inch of your body with his lips to make you forget the pain his cock was inflicting on you.

Looking down, he saw the crimson liquid tainted the sheets, yet he was reassured to see you weren’t bleeding too much.

“Can I move, my love ?” he asked you.

You said yes, though you weren’t sure if you could bear having him fully inside you as he was already stretching you so much.

You held his shoulders, shoving your nails in his skin, but Sinclair was so engrossed with his duty of pleasuring you with the least pain possible that he didn’t even notice the pressure of your fingers on his back.

Your body arched slightly when he entirely filled you. Yet again, Sinclair held still to let you enough time to adjust to his cock, brushing your breasts with the tip of his fingers, while he used his mouth to distract you with a string of kisses in your throat.

He felt your inside contract around his cock and it was his clue he could move. He started to move slowly, ensuring your initial pain was ebbing away, at least a little bit. When you moaned at one of his swift motions, he retained a smile of pride at the understanding that he was doing what he should.

“I’m… I’m sorry Sinclair,” you managed to stammer between a moan, “I don’t really know what to do to please you,” you explained coyly.

His face softened at your words.

“Having you in my arms, like this, is enough to please me, honey. Believe me, I am the most happy man in the world right now with the precious gift you are offering to me.”

The twinkle in his eyes matched up to yours. Both of you were exactly where you should. In the arms of one another.

When you moaned louder than the other times, Sinclair speeded his thrusts a tad, determined to make you come first. This night wasn’t for him, it was for you.

Unfortunately, the passion was too intense and he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. With two deeper thrusts, he came into you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

When he straightened his face, all you could see was the sheer ecstasy of his orgasm. He was handsome. The most handsome man you could have met in all the sense of the term. Yet, you couldn’t help too feel a bit frustrated but he reassured you immediately.

“We are not done [Y/N], I’ve enough stamina for a second round and you will have your pleasure too, darling.”

His baritone voice sent shivers through your body, while his thumb found anew your sensitive clit, stroking it in an exquisite slowness.

“Sinclair,” you half-moaned, half-pleaded.

You could feel your orgasm building up inside you and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to pull him towards you. His chest crushed on yours, though he did his best to bear his weight on his forearms.

“You’re so beautiful, [Y/N],” he whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek.

The pain mingled with the pleasure he was desperate to provide you with.

“Sinclair, faster, please,” you begged.

More than happy to oblige you, he intensified his thrusts and you felt estranged from your own body. What Sinclair was doing to you had nothing to do with the pleasure you were able to give yourself with your fingers. It was more intense and there was that feeling of connection with Sinclair that made you feel complete for the first time since long.

Little did you know that Sinclair had the same thought at the same moment as you. He felt an urge of happiness so throng he could have cried if he wasn’t such a composed person. After the humiliation of Natalie and Richard’s affair, he had thought never would he meet the path of happiness again. How wrong he was and for the first time how pleased he was to not have figured out something correctly.

“Sinclair,” you loaned, his own name like a song into his ears.

He intensified a bit his pace, reveling in seeing your body tremble under his while his thumb continued his dance against your little bud.

“Haaa, Sinclair, please…”

He thrust harsher than the previous times, pressing at the same time his thumb against your clit, and you let go of your pleasure.

“Sinclair !” you cried out while he held your convulsing body against his, kissing your mouth with passion.

He held you until you came down from your high, your body still shaking from your encounter, a satisfied smile and your face and a smug one on his. He pulled out of you with one last kiss on your lips to muffle your hiss of discomfort at the loss of his warmth inside you, but also at a new kind of soreness.

He cradled you against his chest, letting you have the time to bask in the afterglow of the love you had shared.

“I love you,” you said while a sort of calmness invaded you.

“And I love you,” he said, kissing the crown of your head.

He asked you if you were hurt with some trepidation, remembering the little pool of blood in the sheets, worrying more when no answer came. He glimpsed down at you to see you sleeping soundly in his arms and his smile grown wider if it was possible.

He wanted to pamper you after that to make your first time completely worth it. He had planned to run you a bath in which he would have joined you before more cuddles in bed, but everything he had in mind to lavish you with could wait the next day. He didn’t want to disturb your sleep, taking some proudness to have you safe and sound in his arms, to have you at all, entirely.

He looked at you, his heart swelled with affection, knowing that now, no matter what, he was sure to have the perfect one by his side, the one who had waited so long to give herself to the one she thought would be worth it and he couldn’t describe how his entire being was reignited, knowing that he was that person for you because you were definitely his person and he couldn’t wait to see what the future will reserve for both of you as a couple. Because from now on, you were his past, his present and his future.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Please make this into a fic au idea. A world where couples take on a third partner that is basically a stay at home spouse as a show of their wealth or success. This would either be with Becky and Seth or Brandi and Cody and it could easily be a Yandere sort of thing

Take Care Of You

Summary: In a desperate attempt to pay off your crushing debt you sign up for a new program that matches you with wealthy couples looking for a third.

An: this idea has been in my head since wrestlemania this year, and I’m planing on it being a multi chapter fic. People said they wanted this with Cody and Brandi, but I’d be willing to do versions with other wrestling couples(Seth and Becky, miz and maryse, Mox and Renne, Brit and Adam, etc)

Warnings: Yandere, Yandere!Cody and Brandi, sort of sexism but only to reader, they treat readers like she’s meant to be a homemaker but don’t think women in general should be, classism, controlling behavior, money abuse, they’re daughter Liberty is a baby in this, fem!reader, power imbalance

Taglist: @melissahausen @writtingrose @peachmango-kombucha @xkennyxomegax @fiskers7136 @bellalutionn @tummyyellin @thesusbunny

“God damnit…” you mumbled as you pulled yet another bill out of your small mailbox slot. It seemed like every time you checked your mail all you found were these stupid red envelopes telling you you needed to pay for something else.

You made your way up the two flights of stairs to your tiny one bedroom apartment, leaning back against the door to shut it. Your feet hurt from your 12 hour shift at the restaurant, you were sticky from spilling shit on yourself all day, and you desperately wanted to collapse in your bed before you have to be up on 5 hours for a shift at your second job of a local coffee shop, but you needed to shower first.

You walked over to the table, tossing your purse onto the couch and planing on tossing the bills into the already large pile of them, but stopped when you noticed another envelope you hadn’t read down in the lobby. A part of you wanted to ignore it, if it was another bill you could at least act like you didn’t see it, but it looked slightly different than the normal things you got. The envelope was a cream color and had a logo you didn’t recognize on it. The main thing you noticed about it was that your address and name and everything was handwritten.

You set the other stuff down and opened the envelope. Inside was a hand written letter.

Dear, Y/n L/n

Thank you so much for your interest in our program. After careful consideration we are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted! Please call the following number to schedule a consultation to begin the next steps.

Sincerely, Coast Connection Agency

Coast connection agency? You stared at the letter for a moment before it clicked in your head what exactly you were looking at. Months ago, probably 6 months ago, you had gone searching on the internet for any way to earn some extra money and you found this website. It was a new program, only a few years old and was extremely selective, but its purpose was to connect well off couples with a third partner. From what you read it was a bit like a sugar daddy/mommy situation, but the couples were…rich rich. The website said up front that NDA’s would be signed and that the relationship would be, on some level, a business deal.

If you were smart, you would have ignored the website completely. It was one of those ‘to good to be true’ things, or something you sign up for and end up on the news because you went missing, but you had been so desperate. You had just lost one of your jobs, behind on bills, house completely barren of food, and nothing but an overdraft fee in your account, so you took the chance and signed up. There had been application after application, most of it asking you about your financial issues and job history, you even had to take a personality test, and apparently you had done okay because you had made the cut.

At the bottom on the letter was a phone number, and with the letter was a pamphlet of reviews from others who had done it. Most of the reviews were positive, talking about how it helped them get out of debt and completely changed their way of life. One even claimed it helped him find his ‘soul mates’ and that he was so happy with the couple he was matched with. You didn’t necessarily believe in soulmates, and even if you did you highly doubted that they could be found in a relationship like this. But you couldn’t argue with the results, people seemed to be happy with what they got from the agency, maybe this was the step for you to take. You decided to call tomorrow after your shifts and pinned the paper to your fridge before slugging off to shower and finally get some sleep.

***************

“…and we have one final question for you, Ms. L/n,” the woman on the other end of the phone told you. You’d been on the call for three hours now, answering what felt like a hundred questions. When you’d called a week ago they had said you’d need to block out a large chunk of time for the phone interview, but you hadn’t expected it to be this long. You also were slightly surprised by the questions. They were all about your preferences in the relationship if they found you a couple. They asked about spending habits, restaurants you liked, if your drank, clothes you liked, brands you enjoyed, past relationships, what you would do in certain situations, if you’d be open to sex in the relationship, and everything else under the sun. You weren’t sure what you had been expecting but this wasn’t it.

“Okay,” you waited a moment for her to ask her question.

“Would you be willing to relocate for the relationship?”

You didn’t answer immediately, and your eyes drifted outside. You lived in a relatively small town, in one of the only apartment complexes they had. It was about three hours from where you grew up, and you had moved here for an old ex. The only reason you stayed was because it was too expensive to move again, leaving you feeling trapped in this town.

“…yes.”

“Wonderful! I think we have enough information to create a profile for you, and we will match you with a couple as soon as we can. Results will be emailed to you, but we always warn that the couple must approve the match before it’s sent to you and we cannot guarantee that a match will be made, so you understand?”

”yeah. I’m mean, yes, I understand,” you nodded though she couldn’t actually see you.

“Perfect. You have a wonderful rest of your day ma’am.”

“You too,” you said before the phone disconnected.

*************

You couldn’t believe it. You got a match.

After your interview you didn’t hear from anyone for two months, and you started to worry that you made a mistake. Luckily, they hadn’t taken any super personal info so you wouldn’t be completely screwed, but after the interview questions they knew a hell of a lot about you, which is what worried you. But one morning you happened to check your email and found one from the company.

Congratulations! You have been matched with a couple! Attached to the email is a photo and some basic information. If you would like to continue with the process please email back immediately.

You quickly opened the attachment and were met with a photo of what had to be the most picture perfect couple. It was a man and a woman, both dressed formally (it looked like they were at some sort of dinner party.) The man had bleached blond hair and what looked like a tattoo on his neck, though his head was turned in just a way that you couldn’t quite see it. The woman looked like the pinnacle of beauty. Her hair and make up was perfect, and her eyes had a shine on them that made them look like pools of honey.

You weren’t really sure how long you stared at the photo, it was so mesmerizing. They were both very athletic looking, muscles evident on both making you think they must do something in the health industry. It was also evident that they had quite a bit of money. From the clothing to the accessories and the food on the table in front of them, it all screamed luxury. You hadn’t worked at a lot of fancy restaurants but the meal in front of them probably cost more than your paycheck.

Next, you moved onto the written information. There wasn’t a tone, just a few snippets of their life and what they wanted out of the relationship. They were from Atlanta Georgia and want someone willing to come live there. They had a daughter, but no info about her was there. They are looking for someone who would take on house hold responsibilities and have a sexual relationship with both of them. You’d never thought of yourself as a homemaker, and children never felt like something that was on the table for you, but you didn’t hate the idea. And honestly, the idea that these two very attractive people had chosen you was a bit of an ego booster. You were good enough to get their attention.

You read over everything one more time before deciding to go for it. You typed up an email and sent it before you could chicken out. You had said you were interested in moving forward and at least meeting the couple. At the very bottom of the email they sent you was the names of the couple. Brandi and Cody Rhodes.

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Unknown: hello

You frowned down at the message as you walked out of your shift for the night. You’d closed so you hadn’t had a chance to check your phone for a while, the message was sent hours ago.

Um, hello? Who is this?

You were shocked when the person responded almost immediately.

Unknown: sorry, should have introduced myself. It’s Cody, from the website. We got the green light to reach out to you

You stared at the message, shocked for a moment. It was him, the cute guy from the email. He was texting you, right now. You were stood still on the sidewalk when three little dots popped up as he continued to type.

Unknown: this is y/n l/n, right?

oh! Yes, it is. Sorry I didn’t answer sooner, I just finished my shift

You panicked slightly at the fact that you hadn’t responded sooner. What if he thought you weren’t serious about what was happening? If he thought you were rude and didn’t want to talk to you any more? Rich people can be so hard to predict when it comes to what will or won’t offend them.

Unknown: oh, are you heading home? We could talk when you get back home, I don’t want to keep you out longer than you need to be.

You sent a last message saying it’d take not be about 10 minutes before booking it home. You didn’t have a car and your town didn’t really have public transportation, the best was a bus that stopped rides at 5pm, so that meant you were basically running back to your apartment. Once you got there you were quickly getting up to yours and pulling your phone out again to add the number as a contact.

You: Okay. Im Home

Cody: good to know you made it back safely.

Cody: I have my wife Brandi here too. We wanted to get a conversation started since you said you were interested

You’re nervous we’re going crazy as you read over the messages. It’s seemed so weird, you were talking to some rich couple you’d never met before but they wanted to pay for you to live. Not only that, but also have a relationship with you. You almost felt… dirty when you thought about it.

You: it’s nice to meet you both

Cody: we’d like to cut to the chase, we are looking to get into something slightly quickly. We don’t want to rush you at all but we’d like to meet as soon as possible

You hesitated at his message. Should that be a red flag? They want to meet even though this is the first time you’ve ever spoken.

Cody: We’d be willing to pay for you to come out to Atlanta to meet. We’d pay for everything like the flight, hotel, food, even whatever you’d be missing out on from work.

You: I don’t want to seem rude or anything, but this is the first time we’ve ever spoken

When he didn’t respond immediately your heart sank. You shouldn’t have said that, god, why were you so stupid?

Cody: we understand your hesitation, we’ve just have been looking for a while

Cody: would you like to FaceTime? Then you could at least see that we’re who we say we are

You: um, sure. Just a warning, I’m a mess. I just got off shift.

Only seconds later the call for the video chat popped up on your phone. You took a second to take a deep breath and then pushed accept.

The man from the original photo you’d been set popped up on the screen. He was sat back on a couch wearing a sweats and a teeshirt, and next to him was the woman who was dressed similarly. After a second both smiled at you.

“Hi,” Cody greeted.

“Hi…” you gave a nervous wave which you immediately regretted. God, why were you being so awkward?

“You look pretty good for just getting off a shift.” You blushed slightly at his words and watched as his wife smacked him gently.

“Ignore him, he’s a flirt,” Brandi told you. “He doesn’t think about the fact that this may be awkward for you.”

You laughed slightly nervously but gave a little smile. The rest of the conversation got a little less awkward as you got to know each other. Most of the conversation was about you, them asking what you did full time and what you spent your free time doing. They were…nice, and they clearly loved each other in the way that they interacted.

“So, we’d really like to meet you in person.” Brandi finally said. “Like Cody told you we can pay for your whole trip and we can start to get to know each other better.”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to take your money if we don’t even know if it’s gonna work.” You admitted.

“It’s really not that much to pay for a trip, and it would be no strings attached. You could decide to not do anything and we won’t be angry.” Cody assured you. “We just think it would be important for us to talk in person. We travel for work but will be home for the week next week, we’d like to do it then.”

You bit your lip as you thought about the offer. You felt a little guilty about taking money, but a part of you loved the idea of being able to take a week of work and go on a trip without being worried about bills.

“Um… okay.”

Both of them smiled at your answer. “Perfect. We’ll get everything lined up and payed for!” Brandi excitedly said. “Do you have any preferences on what hotel you stay in or what airline you take?”

You shook your head. “It’s your money, it’s up to you.”

“Okay, we can talk about it more tomorrow, I assume you’re tired after your shift.”

You all said goodbye before hanging up and getting ready to go to sleep. As you brushed your teeth you realized that you felt slightly giddy after the conversation. It was like a school girl crush, they were nice and you felt good talking to them.

As you got into bed your phone pinned and you reached over to check it. It showed a notification from PayPal, someone had sent you $200 and you had a message from Cody.

Cody: enjoy a day off sometime

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hai, sweet heart thanks goodness i found your beautiful blog😭 Thank you So much for this. Can i make a request for our beautiful ai hoshino please..🙏 with strong male reader.So, Male readers have a funny, relaxed, understanding, and patient attitude and are sometimes reckless and a little rude to anyone who is bad to Ai Hoshino.romantic please.... However, the male reader is very loyal to Ai because he loves her even though she has twins....so, you could say Aqua and Ruby have considered the male reader as a father figure. It's okay if you ignore my request My dear, I love you .....stay safe and healthy ok🍹🍓❤️

Calm and stronge S/O loves her unconditionally

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Ai Hoshino ]

[ Oshi no Ko ]

Thank for your woooords!!! Makes me happy knowing that you like so much my writing ❤️

You had described the perfect man, like, can I have one of those too? Pretty please?

Also, remember that i only wrote for gender neutral

Ai has a curious way to see the love, for her lies are also a way to show love, puting the brightest and calculated smile along with sweet words, however with you she finds herself truly atracted and with a sincere happiness that slowly grows inside of her

Being an idol means that your relationship has to be a secret and most of the time you two can't be together or has to make excuses of who you are, but you don't really mind and completely understand the situation, you had even expressed how you do understand and support her in her job, you love her unconditionally and you know what you were getting into when you two started dating, and that makes her incredibly happy, this love and support is diferent from the one she recive from her fans, you are someone who knows her more, someone closer to her and yet you still love her as she is, even if you know she still keeps secrets that doesn't stop you from loving her

She will introduce you to their childs only when she knows that she can trust you (what probably won't take much time after you two start dating because she doesn't has much free time), even if she doesn't fully understand she loves her childs dearly she wants only the best for them so she needs to know that you won't mean any harm to them

Ruby and Aqua will be pretty wary of you at first because they love dearly their mother and want to make sure you don't mean any harm to her, it would be easier to Ruby to trust you since she is easy to be trick with your animated and funny behavior, quickly looking at you like a good person and wants to play with you and be a total fangirl of her mother by your side, in the other hand Aqua will be more wary, even when you show to be more calm and yet animated he still reminds wary, although he can't stay like that for too long since he notice that your love for his mother is real and that you actually are protective of her and even start to slowly rely on you (knowing that you would be even better to protect Ai than how they could since they are only kids and Ruby is more childish)

Your protective side are just feed by Ruby's own protectiveness, whenever someone say something bad about Ai you two team up to comment how that person was so wrong and that Ai is way better, although you two normally keep those comments to yourselfs mainly to don't make a mess or get into troubles (although, in social media is more normal to get into usless arguments), although sometimes is Aqua who has to intervene before you two get into a real trouble since Ai find your behavior kinda cute and even funny

Since Ai doesn't has much free time most of the time you'll have to spend time with Ruby and Aqua too, so it won't take much time before all of you start to feel like a true family, for what Ai can't feel happier (and that probably give her more motivation to continue)

[neonovember]

Hi babes!

Could you possibly write a battinson x sunshine vigilante!reader where the reader is just an absolute sweetheart in and out of the suit. Like she's super sweet to literally everyone she meets but she's also a badass vigilante. Maybe her and Gordon are close friends and that's how Pattinson meets her and he is just absolutely lovestruck when he meets her for the first time. Like a love at first site kind of thing, he's just absolutely whipped and enamored by the reader. Maybe written from Batsy's pov.

Much love babes

thank you so much anon for sending this prompt! I know this is super duper late, but it was a wonderful idea I truly wanted to do it justice. I made the reader a little morally grey cause I think it would be a little different, so I hope you enjoy darling! Feel free to send in any of your requests and asks and even if it takes time I’ll make sure it's done. (who I write for)

Carved in stone

pairings: bruce wayne x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of drug trafficking, morally grey!characters, Gotham itself (its a warning alright), mentions of loss and grief, and a hint of touch!starved bruce if you turn it upside down and squint.

word count: 4.6K

The darkness that surrounds Bruce as he steps into his cave is one that he embraces like an old friend. The light that shines from every frosted window of the Manor stabs his eyes with an insistent twinge akin to a razor blade that had been left to rot on a windowsill during one of Gotham's thunderstorms.

There is a child-like fear in the air of the glacier cave sheathed in its darkness, the kind that materialises into green monsters and pale ghosts in the thin veil of nightmares. The kind that causes your parents to check under your bed, behind your clothing rack, in your closet.

Places where shadows and darkness would settle and make a home for itself. For most children, that gripping fear would outgrow itself over the years, replaced instead with reaching the 5th bar on the playground, failing driving tests, and falling in love for the first time. That was life, but Bruce Wayne was hardly a normal child. He had surpassed his pupils years before they had even begun to walk on two feet, and yet, that gripping fear of the dark still sprouted open deep within his stomach every time.

He has to shake it off of himself, as he reaches for his seat in front of the blaring screens projected from his desk. What he had found was too important to be tainted by the pathetic fears he allowed into his mind. Placing the contacts into the surveillance reader, Bruce combs through the hours of footage captured by the camera placed over his pupil. 

He had been trailing a shipment of drugs and armed artillery that was masked as a children's book delivery that had frequently made its route through Gotham's city streets. You didn't need to be Batman to know that it wasn’t the next edition of Captain fuckin’ Underpants being delivered to the underfunded children's orphanage. No, greed had taken over any sliver of humanity within Gotham governors long before the barrel of murders rocked through the suburban neighbourhoods and left hundreds orphaned.

He could hunt those killers down, but the crooked thug that had massacred his family was something Bruce would never be able to make it right.

The irony burnt a hole through the veil of what was left of him.

Gordon had been no help in tracking those marked vans down, whispering under the guise of the moonlight one night atop Gotham PD’S rooftop that it made his officers nervous. ‘Jittery and anxious’. Especially after so many of their dear brothers in blue ended up neck-deep in the underground crime syndicate they were meant to investigate, only to have their heads on a stick at the bottom of Miller Harbour.

Oh yes, Bruce knew all too well how greed had the habit of seeping into the morals of even the most respectable men, corruption had a way of appealing like salvation when you had no choice. That's what Gordan had said, and Batman laughed at that, shook his head and spit out in venom,

“There is always a choice, Gordon”

So it was up to Bruce now, the vigilante sheathed in darkness to uncover every small detail that could lead him to where these vans were heading too. This was different however, there was an unsettling itch behind his eyes, something pressing into his mind, begging him to see. And it isn't until he catches the flash of silver from the corner of the warehouse that he notices that someone else has been watching them too. Clicking on the magnified frame, Bruce leans in to try and decipher the glimpse of a face turned to the side, obscured by a black hooded cape that seemed to camouflage them into the darkness. The facial recognition software embedded in Bruce's computer pulled up nothing, not even a single trace of a face like theirs, obscured as it was.

Someone that lived in the shadows as Bruce did, someone who made it a home for themselves.

Bruce needed to find out who they were.

Now suddenly, Bruce has an actual reason to go to Gordan.

You rip off the latex body suit that enabled you to glide through the air, and shove your face into a navy hoodie in the backseat of your car parked outside the GCPD parking lot. It wasn’t safe but you had no choice, anonymity wasn’t pretty, and it sure isn’t easy.

But what you had found tonight, trailing after those marked vans that drove down the streets of Gotham like they fucking owned the place, was too sensitive to hold onto any longer than you had to.

Your eyes strain and survey the dark city streets filled with drop heads stumbling around and the thugs that fucked with them, for that same marked van charging towards you. You knew they wouldn’t dare come within the vicinity of the police department, and most importantly, you were smart enough to not leave even a hint of a trail.

It was irrational, but you knew enough of this life to know not to bet on rationality to keep you alive. You have to force yourself to shake it off before slamming the car door behind you and marching towards Gordan's office.

Officers decked out in uniform, glance at you twice before recognition fills their features, barking out hushed hellos and waves of acknowledgement towards you with confused faces as you walk through the department walls. You couldn’t blame them, your dark makeup had smudged from the humid air of rainfall and fog, and the incessant itch of your eye didn’t make it any better, even your cover outfit was washed in a deep midnight black.

They were used to seeing you in bright colours and skirts every time you met with Gordan to transfer any knowledge you had gathered the night before during your vigilance. Usually, you would wait until the next morning, when the mask of your pedestrian outfit and a sunshine smile would keep any questioning looks from the Officers around you at bay. To them, you were just a friend of Gordan who happened to actually like the last few pieces of Old Gotham. 

It wasn’t like you were putting on a facade, despite the incriminating outfit you wore now, you loved the colour as much as a child loves colouring outside the lines, your home itself was true to that. A true reflection of the warmth and sunshine you radiated, filled with potted plants hanging from ceilings and in corners, dyed pane windows that reflected warm hues of orange and yellow when the sun set over your studio apartment.

But that didn't mean you would let crime syndicates tear through your home, and this couldn’t wait until the next morning, no, no it was too personal, and oh how you loved mixing pleasure and business.

You couldn’t wait until you got their jaws crushed beneath your boot, watch their blood run through the city streets until it washed away all the crime, and the filth was clean.

You had a special hatred for people who exploited children, using them as a cover to transport drugs and arms had motivated you enough to spend the entire 3 nights straight documenting their every move, where their vans lead to and from when they would start their daily route of drug trafficking. It was imprinted into your brain, an obsession you would have to pretend was for the good of peace to Gordon, and not for your own twisted vengeance.

You don’t knock as you charge through the office doors of Gordon's chief floor, your connection to Gotham City’s Police commissioner gives you free clearance of the department, and your baked honey biscuits were good enough to bribe even the stone-cold assistant parked outside Gordan's office anyway.

You shut the door with an even loud ruckus, causing Gordan to sigh as he rummaged through papers stained with smoke scattered across his desk.

“Now what do I owe the pleasure of having Ms Sunshine in my office this goddamn late in the night?” Gordan says, not even having to look up to know it’s your loud boots against the hallway floors.

“Gordan” You reply, marching towards his desk until you are standing across from him.

“Yes?” Gordan replies, still skimming through the backlog of case files and police reports that seemed to double every night.

“Gordan.” You reply again, this time with an edge of urgency in your tone, and it’s sharp enough to cause Gordan to flicker his focus towards you.

“Those vans I was telling you about? The ones I’ve been trailing since August? I’ve finally found something, the cold must have loosened them up a bit because they got pretty fucking lazy” You start before Gordan cuts you off with a half-hearted sigh.

“You’ve been on them for months now Sunny, every bit of information you’ve squeezed out of them has led us to dead ends. Every time we’ve found a trail to their hideouts it’s packed up and shut down by the time we arrive.” Gordan replies before you shake your head quickly

“No, listen, Gordan, we’ve been looking at it the wrong way” You press on, but Gordan shakes his head

“I can’t afford the manpower Sunny, you know how my men have been feeling lately, the whole department is just holding their breath. Fucking restless, you damn near scared me marching in like that”.

You grit your teeth as you mutter under your breath, Gordan wasn’t listening to you, you didn’t need his men, they were all cowardly corrupt assholes on a power trip anyway. You just needed him, and he wasn’t listening.

“Sometimes you won’t always get to win every battle alright? It doesn’t work that way for us, you gotta save it for the big ones, the ones that are so bad you can’t even see them yet. You start putting your heart into it like you're doing right now? You’re gonna lose yourself along the way”

“They’re using fucking kids Gordan” You bark out when he begins another speech, you can’t help it. Gordans acting as if this is some small drug bust in a crack house. It’s way bigger than that, more sinister, it always is.

Gordan looks towards you wide-eyed, eyebrows furrowing as he opens his mouth to talk before closing it again.

You see that as a guide to continue,

“We’ve been seein’ those vans' as transporting the drugs through the cover of the orphanage, but they’re only using it to get to the warehouse. We can never find the drugs on them because it never was, they’re using the goddamn kids to traffick it, Gordan, fucking middle schoolers”.

“Jesus Christ”

“Okay, alright-uh” Gordon mutters under his breath as he gathers the paperwork strewn in front of him. He reaches into an unmarked drawer, pulls out a white card, and scribbles a mix of numbers onto it you had never seen before.

“Take this-” Gordon begins, motioning to hand you the card before you shake your head

“Gordan-”

“Take this, and meet me tomorrow, please” Gordon pleads, looking up at you, you wait a bit before nodding and taking the card from his palm.

“Come at the same time, but maybe next time you come barging in you at least change first” Gordon groans, knowing the litany of questions he was bound to get hounded for the second you left.

You roll your eyes, “I did” You mutter under your breath before saying Gordan's name again

“Thank you, Gordon, seriously, you're the only hope I have left in Gotham you know, the only one who actually cares what happens to this goddamn city,” You say

“I’m sure that’ll change soon Sunny” Gordan hides a smile, nodding towards you, before you leave his office quickly. You are too absorbed with the hidden message Gordan had said just before you left, to notice Gordans secretary staring into your back, what did he mean?

You ruminate over it as you pass the officers and down the precinct stairs, piling into your car and driving through backlit streets illuminated by just the moon in the sky and the sound of bats.

The visions of the cries of children fill your nights and leave you restless in the morning. You know you shouldn't, but you spend the break of dawn surveying the barren city streets for any sign of their presence, and when your obsession leaves you coming up empty you pull over and step out into the harbour bay.

You stare off into the Miller manor, watching the violent waves of the river crash into each other. Some people had an unrelenting fear of the ocean, of what may lay in its depths, but you had grown to fall in love with its beauty.

It was simple in its destruction, washing away the dirt and filth of the world. You had wished to escape in it, swim down to the bottom where you would lay for eternity, let the waves crash into you and take you away from it all.

You spent the entire morning standing there, blinking back hot tears and the brick that formed in your throat when you began to think too much of what you had lost.

You went home, for the first time since yesterday, and slept until you forgot.

-- -

Decked out in a light-coloured skirt and your face free from the dark black eyeshadow streaming down your face, you marched into the police department once again.

This time the officers greeted you with a genuine smile, seeming to forget about the events of yesterday, and were even more elated when you uncovered the Tupperware filled with the cookies you had made. You figured food would make them forget about it all but it seemed Gordan had beat you to it.

Opening the door to Gordan's office, you can't help but let out a chuckle when you see the commissioner in the same position you had stormed into last night. Gordon perks up at the noise, rolling his eyes before collecting the papers into a neat file and walking towards you.

Gordan begins to say something before a loud commotion muffled his reply, you reach for your gun fitted into the holster on your waist, and shift your body to point it towards the door of Gordan’s office.

It begins to shake as the loud sound of metal on wood gets increasingly closer and you can't decipher it until it stops at the front of Gordans office to understand what it is.

Footsteps.

Your eyes catch the door handle and begin to turn slowly, and you take a tentative step closer to the door, forming into a defensive stance with your gun pointed straight ahead and your finger dangerously close to the trigger.

The door opens much like it had before, with a loud bang, and you aim your gun towards the darkness that follows.

“Wait!” Gordon screams towards you, but you don't dare to take your eyes off the dark figure missing your perfect shots. There is a release of compartments before the figure uncovers itself, and there he is, in all his beautiful and dark glory:

Batman.

Batman’s POV

“What the hell Gordon?” You murmur, the glow of the table lamp illuminates your features, highlighting every dip and curve and line and Bruce can’t help but stare.

“Listen, please put your gun down Sunny, I invited him alright? Because there is no one in this precinct who can help you half as much as he could'' Gordon says, and Bruce catches your scrutinising gaze that seems to penetrate him through his cowl.

He raises his eyebrows as if testing the waters to see if you'll really do it, but you sheath your gun back into the holster hidden under that patterned skirt that's got Bruce thinking thoughts he shouldn’t.

“Uh, I think this conversation is better equipped somewhere more..discrete. Follow me” Gordon coughs, before opening the office doors. Bruce follows the dark patterned shirt of Gordon back from a short distance, you by his side, the heat emanating from you causes Bruce to step further away.

Bruce moves like he knows the ins and outs of the building, his shoulders tense, and his eyes always searching, but his body moves fluidly through the halls like muscle memory etched into him and you can't stop staring.  Bruce catches your eyes once, his cobalt blues stare right back at you with no hesitation, a flicker of recognition flashes over his eyes and Bruce begins to piece the face that's got his heart stopping and his hands reaching all at once.

You shift your eyes to the wainscotting lining the walls of the precinct, and Bruce's chest burns with a desperate need to see you seeing him. Bruce didn't know what overcame him, it seemed like the fear of the dark was replaced with the fear of never seeing you again. Bruce didn't even know your name, just Sunny. Bruce wanted to see how it would taste on his tongue, speaking your name and having your reply.

“You sure you know your way ‘round this building Gordan?” You sigh, as it seemed you both were  through endless hallways

“We’re here” Gordon replies, before pushing a lever door that opens into the precinct rooftop.

Bruce steps out into the rooftop courtyard, the cold chill of the night breeze does nothing to the burning hot in his stomach, but your visibility shivers and Bruce has to stop himself from covering you with his own damn cape.

Gordan passes you his worn-out leather jacket and you take it gingerly before he nods to Bruce in understanding moving to the far end of the roof.

You step towards the edge of the roof, knuckles turning white as you grip the handrail and Bruce watches you gaze out into the sky-scraping towers of Gotham City, glistening under the pale moonlit sky.

“It doesn't look so bad from up here you know?” You murmur, and Bruce's eyes flicker from the city streets below to your gaze.

Bruce shakes his head “No, no it doesn't”

“But then, doesn't everything get uglier up close?” You continue, your gaze flickering back to the city skyline

“No, not everything” Bruce replies in a whisper, but it's loud enough to hear and you shift your gaze back to Bruce

“You were there, weren't you?” Bruce says, the recognition hit him the second you stared off into the city, that same dip in the cheek, that same mark on your jaw. You were sheathed in the cover of the warehouse darkness then, and adorned an outfit akin to what Bruce was wearing now, but it was you the entire time.

“I suppose it was, but how were you there, Batman?” You reply, eyes flickering down to Bruce's tall stature,

“Been trailing them for weeks, but every single thread of their trail-” Bruce says

“Is a loose end” You murmur, and Bruce nods in agreement.

“I know it may look like it isn't, but I've been after them for even longer, and it’s like this has become my entire life now you know? If they can’t be stopped, if I can't stop them then’”

“What’s the point” Bruce replies

You nod thoughtfully, it was why you had barely slept in the last month, barely ate, this vengeance, this thirst for justice, it consumed you. And now it seemed you had met someone who was consumed by it too.

“How did this” You gesture between Bruce and Gordan “alliance even form” You question, it didn't really hit you then but this was the known vigilante that had been plastered on the front of newspapers across Gotham, now standing, comfortably on GCPD’s rooftop.

Bruce hides a chuckle, shaking his head “It’s a long story, but you see that light projector there” Bruce gestures his chin to the signal hidden near the edge of the rooftop, tilted to the sky.

“It’s a distress signal, carved out in a bat wing, and whenever Gordan turns it on, I always come, no matter what”. Bruce says

“I’m not foolish, these people we're both after, aren't the normal crooks and pickpocketing gangs, and together we can put an end to all of this, and I know you I haven’t made the best defence compared to the hundreds of newspapers calling for my head, but I care, I care about Gotham-

“I know, Batman” You stop Bruce mid-way through his erratic tangent, reigning him back in with that heavenly voice of yours.

“Bruce” He replies, after a heated silence, and a flash of recognition fills you.

How could you not have pieced it before? You don’t know if Bruce sees the surprise in your eyes but it dissolves right back into the space between you.

“Bruce” You nod, his name taste sweet on you tongue and it has him yearning to hear it again.

“I thought I would be scared if I ever came face to face with Batman, but, all I feel, all I really feel is understanding. I know you, Bruce, I know you because I see myself in you. This long life of fighting, of putting your everything in your purpose. It gives you a reason to survive in this hellscape, but it also fucking destroys you.” You say, eyes searching Bruce’s .

“How did you get into this life?” Bruce says

“I know from this darn skirt that is yellow of all things it may not look like it but I’ve been fighting the plague of crime and greed that had taken over this city for years”

“First with the power of books that could lead me to become something those rich fucks needed and then with my fists after this city took something from me it had no right to. And honestly? I’m surprised I hadn’t run into you sooner”

“Don't say sorry because I’ve hated that word ever since it happened” You reply

Bruce nods, his grip on the rooftop rial tightening as he stares off into the city skyline, Bruce wore his loss like a tattoo imprinted on his forehead, anyone could see what the violence of this city had done to him without having to read the hundreds of newspapers detailing his parent's gruesome death.

But you, at first glance seemed like a damn tourist in this city, unfazed by the crime and death that seems suffocating to Bruce, radiating a kind of glow and kindness Bruce had long forgotten exists.

“And for the record, I don’t read the newspaper” You reply, causing Bruce to let out a chuckle

“Oh yeah? You’re too prestigious for ink on paper?” Bruce replies

“No, not really, I just like to get my news first hand, as an observer. My uniform may not be as prestigious as yours, but it gets the job done and is a hell of a lot more discreet” You reply, a smile pulling at your cheek.

“Discreet is definitely the word to call it, couldn't even decipher your face in a damn near million-dollar computer” Bruce replies

You look at him in confusion, but he simply shrugs in response and before you can let out a reply, Gordon comes back into view from whatever dark corner he had ventured to.

“Now that you have acquainted yourselves, why don't we find a way to take those sick fuckers down” Gordan replies, and Bruce catches the delighted expression that forms over your features. You nod enthusiastically towards Gordon's words, interjecting pieces of information that even Bruce himself had not acquired. Bruce watches you in your element, formulating a plan with a million other plans B’s, that same unstoppable desire to protect this city that drives Bruce to put on that cape each day, and it’s like Bruce is falling in love.

“So we’ll hit them from the orphanage rather than from it, hopefully, their lack of diligence continues in our favour, Batsy, you okay?” You reply, eyeing him in worry as Bruce stares back with a glazed expression before snapping back at the sound of your nickname.

“Batsy? Now that's a good one” Gordon chuckles

Batman eyes you in question to which you reply with a shrug

“Batman is too long, and I figured if you're gonna be callin’ me Sunny, I’ve got to give you a nickname too, right?” You justify, and Bruce fails to hide the smile that erupts across his face at the mention of him calling you Sunny.

“He’s smiling Gordan!” I made Batman smile!” You giggle, shaking Gordan's shoulders, and if Bruce could he would bottle that sound and keep it forever.

“That's definitely a first, isn't it Batsy” Gordon replies, and Bruce simply shakes his head

“Can we get back to what’s important here?” Bruce replies, but the smile in his voice is clear as ever, and you don’t know why but it fills you with a burst of joy in a place that had remained empty ever since your sister had left.

“Mhm” You reply, and Gordan shares a knowing look towards Bruce as if to say “I’ve found you out”, and for some strange reason Bruce wants him to, he wants the entire world to know he's completely enamoured and enthralled by you the second he stepped into Gordan's office.

“Alright, whilst you both were arguing over costumes, I got a distress alert from one of the squad cars surveying the area near the orphanage. One of the vans seems to be making some sort of detour, we’ve got to hit them now, I don't know when they will be this unprotected” Gordon replies.

“I’ve got a car waiting for me, so Sunny, you’ll ride with Batsy” Gordon replies, and Bruce doesn't have a hard time seeing the smile hidden behind Gordan's stern face.

Bruce bristles at the mention of having you so close to him in such an enclosed space, fearing you would protest out of fear of him and all the other insecurities Bruce had burdened. But you nod and smile towards him, and it's like every doubt, every worry is dissipated, and every anxious thought sounds so stupid because nothing else matters but you.

And so, just like moments before Bruce walks side by side with you down the endless corridors of the Gotham Police precinct, but now, with the heart scorching desire to follow you down a hundred endless corridors, to dampen the burn in his chest with your silken soft voice.

Bruce didn't believe in prophecies, or soulmates that transcended time and space, but right now it was as if you both were meant to be. A sacred bond that was carved into stone long before Bruce had started to lose himself in his own purpose, long before the fear of darkness had seized him all those years ago.

Bruce had thought you made a home in the darkness within you, but it was so different now. You embraced this darkness, this thirst like a mother embracing a child, carved it into you like a relic, until it transformed within you to become the light Bruce had been blinding himself to.

And Bruce pleaded for the first time, he begged to the midnight sky for the first time since he cried out for God to will the loss of his parents to be erased. Bruce was left with the bitter taste of a silent sky then, but now he’s on his knees, begging that you would make a home for him too.

Bruce wanted to take the darkness you carried, wanted to uncover it from your skin and bones until all that was left was the illuminating glow Bruce knew he would ruin. But he didn't care, for the second first time today, Bruce wanted to be selfish, and have you all to himself.

Wanted to feel your touch hold him until the burn of your absence was stamped away, wanted you to uncover his cowl and run your fingers through his hair, wanted to curl into your body and under your skin at night, wanted everything. 

Bruce wanted it all.

[thebottomfromhell]

ONE-SHOT

Female Human (later Demon) Reader becoming Muzans lover

Ok, I will be evil with this one. This is the typical "reader/oc is yeeted i to the Mary Sue role because she is oh so special" but done my own way, which is basically destroy the promt into something more in character, so it might not be everyone's taste. Also being Muzan's part from this post.

Warnings: Manga Spoilers, Sexism, Power imbalance, Non-consented body modification (being turned into a demon), Narcissistic character, and Slight yandere behavior.

Muzan would never admit humanity has impressed him more than a fingers count of times. There have been several humans he found himself amazed with, but honestly? That only makes them less special. But the fact is still the same, when a human is capable os such a thing, it means they are worth of being more. Of being... almost perfect. Because no matter how many times he finds himself linked to human, humanity is a desease. The desease of getting tired, old, injured, weak and dead.

Not that he would ever go as far as to get rid of humans completely, what would he eat if he did? And raising them as cattle seems rather cruel, not only that but he must admit he enjoys human's products. The technology, the arts, the arquitecture... it would be a waste to get rid of it.

You were, are, impressive, not at the same level of Tamayo, but still an impressive woman he met as he was passing by as human. There was something about you, something he wanted. He couldn't ignore it, even if he did try, even if he had a hard time recognizing it. Specially because he didn't know why. With Akaza, it was his strengh. With Nakime, it was his wickedness. With Enmu, it was his... oddity. With Gyutaro, it was his hatred. With Gyokko, it was his art. With Rui, it was their resemblance. With Hantengu, it was his will and madness. With Kokushibou, it was his power and pride. For fuck's sake, he transformed Douma because of his shitty eyes! But in every case he knew exactly what he was doing and why at giving them their position in the Kizuki system.

Meanwhile, you can't compare to any of them. You aren't half as strong as most humans who called up his attention, you are sane, you are normal, average. Why are you here? In his head? Why does he let you stay near him, even when he should have killed you after switching to a new life. You met Muzan as a child, an odd one, very mature and smart for his age, but also had something you couldn't describe, but it set you off. Specially as he kept staring at you while you followed your routine.

You always made sure to show him bare minimum courtesy, he was the child of someone rich, after all. You didn't really care, until a young man came to you, he was very attractive and you did consider for a few seconds asking to meet or something. You are already an adult but haven't married yet, so people talk a lot about you, mostly condensending or nosy things. Maybe getting someone would stop the talking, as, depending on particular people, can be from annoying to hurtful. But after considering a few seconds, you decided it's not worth it, since you didn't know this man. You never wanted to come off as "desperate", that would make the rumours about you worse.

The thing is that. You didn't know this man, "Hello, Y/N." and yet he knows your name. He has a sweet voice, but something upseting from... you don't even know from what. "Excuse me, do we know each other?" You ask nerviously, and every second you look at him, he somehow manages to be more scary. There is something in the air, something... almost cursed. "We do, actually. But that doesn't matter. Tell me, dear, what do you think of your life?" He asks, but honestly? It feels that this is more to make up a conversation than to actually know about you.

You answer, lying in some details, saying some things mostly because it's correct to say it. In some aspects, you don't feel like other women, like you are not like the other ladies, hence you are also treated differently, maybe that is the reason you never got a fiance, even is it's considered unsightful that a young lady doesn't get any attention at all. Most men think you are "hard to manage", so they don't. You don't really like it but at this point you learned not to care. You also tell some truths, but not really giving so much detail. You just want to leave. There is something about this guy giving you creeps.

"I see." He chuckles a bit, and while it sounded nice, melodious even, it only made you tense up. "Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting asking such a silly question. But I guess you do have something interesting, you want to scape your life." That is not odd to find, most of his demons felt that same way. Akaza wanted to scape his family's death and lack of purpose, Kokushibou wanted to scape his weakness and sense of inferiority to his brother, Douma wanted to scape the numbness of the cult, Hantengu wanted to scape his criminal record and death sentence, Nakime wanted to scape her life as a poor wife of a gambler, even Rui wanted to scape his sickness.

You are no different. You are not special. And yet, annoyingly, he can't shake off his interest towards you. Maybe, because you are not special, he should enlist you with the others. In the best case scenario, you will join the Kizuki system. At the worst? He will get bored of you when you prove to be useless. Because, while attracked, he doesn't have the patience to stay by when there is so much to do. He can only have the best and the most useful assets by his side. Prove yourself then.

You didn't even manage to blink before you feel a potent sting of pain in your skull, the smell of blood that runs through your face makes you panic, but you can't move. The pain becomes numb as a liquid, an odd liquid, is... injected to your brain. It burns, but every pain is subdued. Then you feel cold air against your flesh as he removes his hand. "Join me, my dear. Prove that you deserve to be at my side." Everything else goes in a flash, as you become more overwhealmed and your body stretches, your skin becomes ick, your blood preassure rises. Everything becomes pain for a moment... and then nothing.

No pain, no cold, no nothing. Just hunger, hunger for more blood. For him. But humans will have to do, because you are just so hungry you can't think straight. Did you ever? Because now. It's just your hunger and him what matter. "You are doing well, Y/N. Prove yourself worth it, and I will have an special gift for you." How could you reject that?

[wol-fica]

-𝕀 𝔻𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕄𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕥-

[ Could you write about reader giving a phone call to her gf, Tara to go visit a movie shop and look for her fav movie, while the reader surprises her in a Ghostface costume there. Although given the stuff Tara’s went through, she has a mild breakdown and reader is nowhere left but to comfort her? ] - anon

summary - Tara goes to a theater in downtown NYC and gets scared by someone in a ghostface costume. Reader comes to the rescue <3

warnings - panic attacks, anxiety, fluff <3

an - changed it up a bit so reader has to save her lololol <;3 ty for the request love

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“I’m dressed I promise, i’m just doing my hair.” You said, brushing your hair out in the mirror.

Your phone sat on the counter in front of you as you chatted away with your girlfriend. You both had made plans to go see the new Avatar in theaters, but you are running a tad bit late.

“Sure, I believe you.” Tara said, giggling on the other end of the line.

“No I swear, just doing the finishing touches now.” You said as you scrambled to look at least decent for your date.

It had been awhile since you and Tara went on an actual date due to her being afraid to go anywhere by herself, let alone with someone she trusts. You were trying to break that habit so she could live a normal life and not have to worry about the small things in the long run.

“It’s not my fault you left early.” You mumbled as you brushed out some knots.

“I’m a very punctual person, love.” She replied, a sneeze coming from the phone before she spoke again, “Are you done now?”

“Bless you and no. You can’t rush perfection my dear.” You quipped before running out of the bathroom to get your jacket, “I’m leaving now, i’ll see you soon!”

With that, she said goodbye and you hung up the phone, stuffing it into your pocket before shouldering your apartment door shut.

You, unfortunately for this moment, lived in a condo on the top floor of your building. The elevator rides were extremely long on the way down, so you were chewing your tongue in anticipation for the small number ‘1’ to ding.

Eventually, you made it down to the ground floor and out onto the sidewalk where you proceeded to call a cab for your ride to the theater. A yellow banana-looking sedan pulled up and you rushed out your words before the vehicle took off.

The drive was long and loud, per usual with living in the city that never sleeps, yet you found the obnoxiousness to be comforting; it felt like home to you.

But soon your ride came to a stop, directly across the street from the movie theater you were to meet Tara at.

“Thank you so much!” You said to the cab driver while handing him a twenty.

After he drove off, you made your way to a cross walk button to wait for your turn to go across the road. As you waited, your eyes searched for your girlfriend’s familiar form. Soon you spotted her, a smile etching your lips at the sight of her.

She was just there, relaxed and leaning against a large pillar as she scrolled through her phone, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She was dressed in pale ripped jeans with one of your oversized hoodies engulfing her small frame; she was adorable.

You pulled out your phone, meaning to text her something quirky like ‘i see youuu’ or ‘lookin like a snack over there’. But before you could even open your contact, a scream rang in your ears.

Instantly your eyes snapped to Tara, just to see something horrid.

Some douchbag in a ghostface costume was standing over her and cackling menacingly, all while she was clearly distress and horrified. She had slid down the pillar and was clutching her ears to push out the noises of ghostface’s laughter.

“Hey! Get away from her!” You yelled, running across the street to rescue your girlfriend.

The person ran away almost as soon as you got to the sidewalk, but you were more focused on Tara.

She was in a panic, paranoia clouding her eyes while she rocked back and forth in a protective position.

“Tara…” You said gently, crouching down in front of her yet keeping your distance, “Can you hear me?”

She didn’t respond, only small whimpers of fear escaping her lips. Your heart broke at the sounds.

“Honey it’s me, it’s Y/N.” You tried again, reaching your hand out to brush her knee.

Her eyes snapped to you and immediately her posture relaxed. She moved forward, pushing herself into your arms as she sobbed.

“Oh baby.” You cooed, holding her close as she cried.

“It’s okay, i’m right here.” You interlaced your fingers with her own as to bring her some comfort.

“Y-Y/N, I w-was so s-scared.” Tara hiccuped, shaking in your grasp.

“I know baby, I’m sorry.” You said, tightening your hold, “But i’m right here, and i’m not going anywhere.”

She nodded, her heart beat seeming to calm down as you nuzzled your face into her hair. Slowly, you helped her stand while keeping a protective hold on her waist.

“Do you wanna go home?” You asked softly, brushing some hair out of her face.

“Your place?” It was more of a suggestion than a question, but you would never deny her.

You nodded, pulling out your phone to get an uber. The wait was short, and soon you and Tara were walking into your apartment.

“Make yourself comfortable, okay? I’ll get snacks.” You pointed to your bedroom before heading to the kitchen to prepare the dish.

Once the popcorn was made, you hurried into your bedroom to meet up with Tara. She was wrapped up in your covers whilst scrolling through your movie selections on your TV when you walked in. Her eyes lit up like a christmas tree when she saw the popcorn.

“A date redo?” You inquired, smirking at the lack of clothes that Tara had on.

Usually when she slept, she would disregard her clothing as she preferred to sleep naked. You didn’t mind, of course, and would enjoy rubbing her bare skin.

“Mhm, get under here.” She said, opening her blanket cocoon for you to crawl in to.

You obliged and got in next to her, laying a kiss to her lips as she made herself comfortable in your lap.

“I see you’ve chosen hereditary.” You noted, rubbing your thumb along her bare thigh.

Tara hummed, nuzzling her face under your chin while she ate some popcorn. Your arms were around her protectively, and you were more or less paying attention to her rather than the actual movie.

“I love you.” You blurted our randomly.

Tara looked up, her doe eyes shining in the moonlight.

“And I love you.”

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[1800-fight-me]

Uncovered Desires

Aemond Targaryen x Petite!Female!Reader

A Practice Makes Perfect Fic - This can be read as a stand alone fic or part of the series!

Rating: Explicit- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Canon level misogyny, discussions of sex, and explicit sex

Synopsis: You’re too nervous to admit you desire your husband, but he’s determined to pull a confession out of you.

Author’s Note: Still yearning about being Aemond’s pretty little wife… more parts in this series to come!! I hope y’all like it!!

Aemond Masterlist

You were still relatively new to court, and thus were not quite used to the scheming and underhanded way of speaking that so bewildered you.

Aemond once told you that you were too sweet for your own good, but that he liked you that way.

You had only been in King’s Landing for the month of your betrothal to the prince and the month and a half since your wedding.

So when the ladies of the court gossiped and spoke honeyed yet poisoned words, you did your best to remain kind but knew you shouldn’t trust any of them.

But being the seven kingdom’s newest princess meant you were nearly constantly surrounded by social climbers that hoped to get on your good side.

It was another such lunch in the gardens in which they all surrounded you and discussed the court’s latest scandals.

You mostly kept quiet as you ate and listened.

You wondered what Aemond was currently busy with. Perhaps he was training, a thrill ran through you as you thought of watching him master a sword. You imagined him all worked up and sweaty and immediately decided to plan your exit and find your husband.

“And I heard back from my husband, he is going to return next week,” Lady Lannister said.

“Oh you must be thrilled,” you said kindly and she gave you a confused and rather judging look.

“Not particularly. He is sure to have needs when he returns. As infrequent as it is, I always loathe performing that particular wifely duty,” she said and all the other women made sounds of sympathy and agreement.

You found yourself feeling rather confused. Infrequent? Why would she loathe it?

“Princess, why are you confused?” one of the ladies asked, at least her tone was kind.

It appeared you still had not mastered the skill of controlling your facial expressions.

“It is infrequent that your husband lies with you?” you asked carefully.

“Yes, he is frequently either away or busy. Even when he is here it is not often. We already have children anyway,” she said dismissively.

You began to feel worried. Would Aemond lose interest in you when you bore him children? Was it not normal how often your husband lied with you? Was it not normal for you to enjoy it so much?

“Oh, I see,” you said.

The women shared looks with one another before one of them spoke up.

“How often does the prince expect you to perform your wifely duty?”

“Um. It has been every night since we were wed,” you said bashfully as you looked away.

The women gasped and then made sympathetic noises, this time directed at you.

“Oh my dear, I’m so sorry,” Lady Lannister said and you looked at her in bewilderment.

“Why?”

“That must be awful for you to endure,” she said as she grabbed your hand and squeezed your hand as if you had been through a horribly tragedy.

“Oh. N-no not really. I rather enjoy it,” you stammered out as you looked down and pulled your hand from hers.

Dead silence made your heart pound.

You looked up and all the women were staring at you with varying degrees of shock and disgust.

“I shall take my leave now. Thank you for the lunch, ladies,” you said as you stood.

Tears stung your eyes at the judgment that came from the women before you.

They all stood with you and curtsied before you turned and left.

Before you were out of earshot, however, you heard them break out into laughter at your expense and you knew you would be the topic of gossip for a long while.

The tears began to fall and you hurried away to find a place to be alone.

Unfortunately as you turned and exited the gardens and entered the Red Keep, you nearly ran into your mother-in-law.

“Hello, my dear,” she said to you and as you lifted your head and met her gaze her smile turned into a look of concern.

“What is wrong?” she asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you said as you quickly wiped away your tears.

“Nonsense,” Alicent said. “Come with me.”

She took your hand and led you to her quarters where she had you sit and placed a cup of tea in your hands despite your protests that you were fine.

Her motherly kindness and concern warmed your heart.

“Tell me, what has happened?”

“It is a delicate matter I suppose,” you said after you took a deep breath.

You felt awkward talking with your husband’s mother about your sexual encounters with him.

“Is it about Aemond?” she asked.

You placed the tea on the table next to your chair.

“Sort of. I- I still struggle with getting along with the ladies of the court and it seems I shared too much with them about my marriage,” you said shamefully as you picked at your sleeve.

“And now you fear they gossip about you?” she asked understandingly.

“And make fun of me,” you said quietly.

“What do you think they make jest of you about?” she asked.

A few more tears fell from your eyes and you wiped them away.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself.

“Does it make me a whore that I enjoy relations with my husband?” you blurted out.

She looked at you in shock before she smiled and took your hands in hers.

“What were you taught of sex?” she asked gently.

“The general mechanics of it,” you said and you felt your face burn with embarrassment.

“And I was told it was something to be endured for the man’s satisfaction and to bear his children.”

“And now?”

“It….it is not what I expected. Aemond is so gentle and kind with me. I find joy in it rather than just enduring it,” you mumbled and you felt you could explode into flames from embarrassment.

“That is a good thing,” she said, her voice gentle and reassuring as she squeezed your hands.

“Not everyone understands what that is like, but it is wonderful that you get to experience that with your husband.”

You nodded and felt instantly better due to her words.

“Do not fret over the gossip of snakes, you are a part of the family of dragons now,” she said.

“Yes, my queen.”

“You should discuss this with Aemond as well,” she suggested gently.

“Okay.”

“Do you know why I chose you for him?”

“The bond of our houses-“

“Yes, yes, all of that,” she said dismissively as she waved her hand.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you waited for her to continue.

“Aemond has endured much in his life already. He deserves kindness.”

You nodded in agreement.

“You are very gentle, I have observed you being kind to everyone around you, and especially to my son. And I knew you were taken with him when you first met him. I overheard you in the gardens one day as you told your mother of how handsome you found him,” she said with a soft smile.

You glanced down in embarrassment.

“And you were not intimidated by him, as so many are. I knew you would be a good match when he also showed interest in you right away, which happened so infrequently.”

You smiled at that.

“Are you happy, dear?” she asked.

“Yes, my queen. Quite happy. More than I ever thought possible. You raised a wonderful man, he is so respectful and attentive.”

She smiled at you.

“I do believe Aemond feels the same happiness. I spoke to him recently, about a different topic of course, but he mentioned you. Do you know what he called you?”

You pressed your lips together. Your husband often called you many loving names when you were alone with him.

You shook your head.

“My sweet little wife, he said, as if he were just saying ‘my wife’. As if he said the phrase so often it came naturally.”

You hid your soft giggle behind your hand.

“He called me that in front of you?”

She smirked. “Yes he did, and he seemed rather embarrassed about it. Does he call you that often?”

You nodded.

“I am glad he thinks you sweet. I do as well.”

“Thank you, my queen. I have felt very welcomed by you and your family,” you said, your heart full enough to burst.

That night, when your husband came, you let embarrassment stop you from taking your mother in law’s advice and discussing what happened with him.

As he kissed you, you found that all thoughts of words fell out of your pretty little head and the only word that remained was his name as it fell from your lips over and over.

Several nights later, Aemond dined with you for dinner, though it was a late one due to his busy schedule as he assisted his brother in running the seven kingdoms.

He seemed exhausted from the day’s endeavors, but happily listened to you as you told him about your day.

After he finished his meal he stood and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I shall retire for the night now, little wife,” he murmured.

As he strode to the door instead of your bed you blurted out, “What?”

He looked back at you, his eyebrow raised.

“W-will you not sleep here?” you asked nervously.

Your husband’s room had gone unused since your wedding as he had spent every night with you.

“Is that what you would like?” he asked.

You fidgeted with your skirt.

“Y-yes. I have grown accustomed to sleeping with you and fear I would not be able to fall asleep without your presence,” you admitted.

The soft smirk on his lips showed that he was pleased with your answer and you breathed out a soft sigh of relief.

He walked over to his side of the bed in long strides and began to remove his outer clothes.

“Would you like help?” you offered as you stood but he shook his head.

Often as you helped undress one another is when Aemond would initiate intimate relations with you.

“That is quite alright,” he said.

You swallowed nervously as you nodded.

You could not determine his mood at that moment, nor what had changed, and it made you feel unsettled.

You walked to your side of the bed and removed your robe, which left you only in your nightgown and sat down as you watched him.

Your body rushed with desire and heat as more of his skin was exposed to you.

He laid down in the bed and you did the same.

He did not take you in his arms as he normally did, instead he laid on his back and you stared at his beautiful profile.

“Goodnight,” he said softly as his eye fluttered closed.

“Aemond?”

“Hm?”

“Have I upset you in some way?” you asked, your voice small.

He opened his eye and turned his head to look at you.

“Of course not,” he reassured.

You reached for his hand and brushed your fingers against his skin.

“D-do you not want to…”

“Hm?”

Your face heated with embarrassment and you found yourself fidgeting once again.

There was something mischievous in the gleam of his eye, like he knew exactly what you meant but wanted to hear you say it.

Another game of his, you surmised, he did love to see you squirm.

“Do you… do you not desire me tonight, dear husband?”

You anxiously waited for his response and hoped that the quirk of his lips meant he would pull you into his arms.

“What do you desire tonight, sweet wife?”

“What?”

He leaned up on his arm and moved closer to you so his body was close enough that you could feel his heat but not close enough to touch you.

“Tell me of your desires,” he said and his breath tickled your face.

No one had ever asked you about your desires, perhaps that was why you felt like it was wrong to have them.

“I…”

“Yes?” he prompted you to speak.

You stared into his eye and at the care and affection you saw there, you took a deep breath and pushed yourself to be honest.

“I desire you,” you said nervously.

He smirked in satisfaction.

“And what is it that you want of me?”

His lips were close enough to yours that you could almost feel them, but not quite. It was enough to make you feel desperate for him.

“Kiss me, please,” you said breathily.

His lips were on yours instantly as he kissed you with a hunger that took your breath away.

You moaned at the taste of him as his tongue slipped against yours.

He pulled back abruptly and you furrowed your brow in confusion.

“Tell me what you desire now, my pretty little wife,” he ordered.

“Take me,” you pleaded.

He grinned devilishly.

“I will,” he promised and kissed you once more.

“But you will tell me exactly what you wish me to do,” he purred as he trailed his lips across your cheek, down to your jaw, and finally to the side of your neck.

Your breath caught once again.

“I would like you to touch me,” you said.

He nipped at your neck and his hand released its grip on your waist and trailed sensually down your body.

He found the hem of your nightgown and rucked it up.

“Would you like me to remove this completely, princess?” he asked as he kissed you and slipped his tongue against yours.

“Yes,” you practically pleaded.

He smiled and did as you bid.

As he moved to embrace you and kiss you once more you held a hand to his chest.

He looked at you in surprise.

“I wish for you to remove your clothing as well,” you said, finally finding your voice with his gentle encouragement and obedience to your wishes.

His smile of approval filled you with an ache to continue to please him.

His eye trailed your naked chest as he quickly bared himself before you.

You bit your lip as more of his skin was shown to you.

You pulled off his eyepatch and pressed a kiss to his cheek, right at the bottom of the scar below his sapphire eye.

His breath hitched.

You trailed your fingers across his collar bone, then his chiseled chest, before you made your way down his toned torso.

You loved his lithe yet muscular body.

He gripped your wrist before you could wrap your hand around his hardened length like you so wanted to.

“This is about you, little love, tell me how you would like me to please you,” he ordered.

He had never before called you little love and you forgot how to breathe for a moment as the term of affection washed over you.

“Your fingers,” you finally breathed out.

He pounced and enraptured your mouth in a desperate kiss as he spread your legs and his long fingers began to tease and explore.

His lips moved down to your chest and he licked and sucked at your breasts which caused you to you moan wantonly.

It was one of the most erotic sights you had ever seen.

“Please,” you pleaded as you could not take the teasing any longer.

Finally he brushed his finger against your clit to hear your high pitched, “Oh!”.

He looked up at you and smiled crookedly before he dipped two fingers inside of you and pumped them slowly in and out of your drenched heat.

You gasped and squirmed.

He then spread your wetness as he again found your clit and began to trace tight circles around your bundle of nerves.

“Oh gods, Aemond,” you groaned.

“You look perfect like this,” he said against your skin as he began his ministrations on your breasts again.

It was so much stimulation at once, you feared it would be too much, but you soon felt your release begin to build.

“Come for me, my perfect little wife,” he moaned and you nearly squealed in ecstasy as your pleasure crescendoed and reached its peak.

You gasped his name as you came.

Before you could begin to catch your breath, his lips were on yours and his tongue pillaged your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth as he quickly shifted both your bodies and buried himself deep inside you.

There was no better feeling than your husband’s cock as he made you feel fuller than you had ever felt in your life.

“Wait,” you pulled back slightly.

He raised his eyebrow at you in question, so lost in the feeling of being inside you he forgot that you were supposed to tell him what you wanted him to do.

“Before, when you put my feet atop your shoulders, it felt so good,” you said, not certain why you suddenly felt so shy again when your husband was thrusting in and out of you.

“Yes,” he agreed quickly as he pulled out of you, grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders before practically folding you in half as he plunged his cock inside you once more.

You moaned loudly at how deep he felt inside you.

“You feel so big,” you gasped.

He groaned as he moved in and out of you at a quick and hard tempo.

“That is because you are so perfectly fucking small and tight,” he gasped.

He repeatedly hit the spot inside you that made you forget words and you were unable to do anything but moan at his silver tongue as you felt yourself gush with wetness once again.

His breathing changed and you could sense that he was near his peak.

You tangled your fingers at his hair at the base of his head and pulled him down to press your lips to his in a hot and desperate open mouthed kiss as you consumed his sounds of pleasure.

With one finally thrust, he pushed his length deep inside you and spilled himself within you.

You both moaned in tandem before he slowed and finally stilled.

As you both caught your breath he began to press gentle kisses to every part of your face he could reach until you were giggling.

With a final groan he pulled out of you and turned you over so he could slot himself behind you and curl his body around yours.

You were both too hot and sweaty to bother with finding the blankets, but couldn’t resist the urge to feel one another’s skin.

“You are even more desirable when you find your voice, my sweet little wife. I want you to tell me always of your desires,” he murmured as he ran his hand up and down your hip.

“I always desire you, dear husband,” you whispered.

His hand tightened upon your flesh.

“Words like that will make me take you again, little love,” he said.

“You would find no objection from me,” you said breathily.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You know you needn't be so nervous about expressing your desires to me,” he murmured.

You swallowed.

“Yes, I am learning that. It is just difficult for me. I am naturally bashful about such things,” you said.

“Mmm yes, that is what my mother said when she shared with me about an interesting conversation she had with you.”

Shit. You really should’ve told him.

“Oh, umm…”

“That is why I decided to pull your desires out of you if you did not wish to tell me yourself,” he said and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You huffed.

“I should have spoken to you about it, but I was embarrassed.”

“You do not need to be,” he said reassuringly as his hand continued to stroke your skin.

“Marriage is not what I expected,” you said quietly.

“Oh?”

“My parents care for me, but I still knew the chances of being married off to a stuffy old lord who cared little for me besides the ability to bear his children.”

“Hm,” he hummed in discontent with the thought.

“A-and I was taught that sex was to be endured for the husband’s pleasure and to give him heirs.”

He huffed in frustration.

“I did not expect to be married to a handsome prince I feel attracted to. I did not expect my husband to be so kind and caring towards me. I did not expect sex to be a pleasure rather than something to endure,” you said softly.

He held you tighter and ran his sharp nose across your hair as he breathed in deep.

“I am very grateful for you, dear husband,” you said and he pressed a kiss to your head.

“And I-I am extremely fond of you,” you admitted nervously and he turned your body around to face him.

There was raw emotion in his eye as he stared at you.

“I too expected duty to be the primary factor in any marriage for me,” he said.

You nodded as you bit your lip.

“But you, little wife, are the joy of my life and I find I cannot help but love you,” he said gently.

Tears filled your eyes as you smiled.

“Oh, Aemond, I love you too,” you said and he kissed you once again.

And the two of you together discovered the joy and pleasure of making love as he took you once more that evening, both your hearts full and words of love on your lips.

[melonminnie]

Hello! I'm back, hehehe well I came to ask you something, would you be willing to write for action manhwas? Sorry is that I am addicted to them, blame daddy sung jinwoo.

Leaving the topic, can I have more yandere platonic but this time from Who made me a princess? I have a scenario, maybe the reader was a girl fed up with her life, so you know, she killed herself and ended up opening her eyes in this manhwa and worst of all, she is a rejected daughter of claude.

So in order to survive, she hides from him, contrary to what Atty would do, she decides she doesn't want his attention. She already suffered a lot in her other life from being ignored and crushed by others, as if her feelings were nothing more than garbage and dog poop. That's why this time he doesn't even try, like have you seen the female leads in almost every manhwa quwrer to live and shit? Well, our dear reader DOES NOT WANT TO LIVE, she is tired and fed up with everything.

But imagine if, by chance, an old diary is found in an abandoned library in the ruby palace (forgot to say, but this is 4 years before the initial story, so my reader is 7 at the time) going back to the diary, she He finds it and it turns out that it is magical. So somehow he travels to the past through this book and without thinking he wanders through the old palace finding Claude crying as a child. Because the reader doesn't give a damn about her life, she begins to establish a friendship because if she was already here, why waste this opportunity? he also hates the adult claude ironically he is his dad.

All that shit from his childhood happens and for 4 years the reader goes back and forth from the past to the future, we reach the point where the adult claude remembers that girl a lot and becomes obsessed with finding her since she was his emotional support. Sorry for all that stuff, now imagine that the plot begins and our reader knows it, that's why she decides to run away taking some money (for some reason she became friends with Felix and he gave her 500 gold coins so she can run away) Like reader hates attention, leaves the palace and lives in a cabin, now we move on to claude still having those dreams with that little girl who was becoming a woman, this was always platonic but he is obsessed with finding her, he promised as a child to return all his care and comfort.

She's the only one who knows him best, but we know the reader doesn't care about anyone and just wants to die in a quiet place.

Annnd, you can develop this better, in the end I would like claude to find out that his daughter has always been his best friend in some way and end up locking her up to prevent her from leaving again. I do not know

And I leave you a gift again, hehehe I edited it for a fanfic that I will never finish or publish

(PS: I traced the lineart of the official art, but the coloring is mine and it is based on that scene, this is already old so it has errors)

YAN! CLAUDE X DAUGHTER! READER (platonic)

-Hihi I’m glad you’re back!! Unfortunately I doubt I’ll be writing for adventure manhwa at the moment sense I only read romance at the moment but maybe in the future! Reader has the same appearance as athy, fyi your art always amazes me!! Thank you for requesting mwah 🫶🫶

WARNING EXTREME WARNING CONTAINS SUICIDE DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE this is also extremely confusing I tried making it sound normal 🫶🫶🫶

“Why would she want to die?” Asked one of the dead girls friends, “dunno she had everything yet she became greedy” said the other, standing in front her grave, if the girl was still alive she would’ve choked her, only a pathetic person would be able to make fun of a person in-front their own grave.

Well it’s not like she heard it anyway, and frankly if she did at the moment she wouldn’t care, “I mean she was pathetic with her reincarnation thing and reading fake stuff about it” the friend continued her rant, As she woke up in a non existent body in one of the first novels she’d ever read, but knowing where she was and who’s daughter she was.

To tell the truth, she had reincarnated as the non existent oldest daughter of claude de Alger obelia, the same person who almost drowned his daughter the first he hung around with her, the same person who also killed said daughter in her point of view before she reincarnated, Now she didn’t want the same path, of course she didn’t do the same thing as athanansia did with the rubys, money and gold.

Instead she opted to just hiding away from everyone, it was almost like she was purposely isolating herself, but the maids took it as a joke as she was still a young kid, almost anytime she tired hiding away, one of the maids would find her and then take her back to her room, So she started exploring the entirety of the ruby palace, from up to bottom every bedroom and bathroom.

So of course she soon found the abandoned library, sure it was hard to open the door, but she managed!.

Upon entering said library, it was clear it hadn’t been touched nor used for a very long time, as she took steps her shoes would leave footprints from the dust on the floor, every book she touched had collected dust, While looking around her eyes seemed to wander to a nearly unheard of twinkling sound coming, it sounded sweet almost as if it was luring her in, she searched everywhere to find the source of the sound, which she did!.

It was a old diary frankly she didn’t know it was one till she opened it and read the contents of it, it didnt have a label only twinkling stars surrounding it, of course as a curious 7 year old who can read, she decided to read it.

At first it was boring, the handwriting was messy, as if a child was writing it, it started as writing about what they did throughout the day, it was clear that this diary belonged to someone who had a high noble status.

Soon the soft twinkling noises became cackling noises, it was extremely loud to her ears,but she nonetheless continued, flipping it till she reached a point where the cackling noises sounded so loud that it resembled gun noises, she slowly covered her ears and tried running away from the book.

But she couldn’t, why?, the dust had become fog, just slightly more browner, so with her still covering her ears, coughing sounds erupted from her throat, her eyes becoming watery so she had to close them, she kneeled to the floor continuously coughing as the dust began entering her nose.

Her hands quickly moved from her ears, to her mouth and nose, once everything had settled, and the blonde could finally breathe properly, she slowly opened her eyes, they were met with greenery instead of a dusty library, now this was confusing, as she knew she didn’t walk out of the library.

Because of course she couldn’t, and to her knowledge she didn’t inherit any magical powers, of course it no longer looked like she was in ruby palace, this place was way to extravagant to ruby palace!.

Now she couldn’t go back unless she finds out a way, so she decided to wander around for a bit!.

The blonde haired girl was getting tired, usually she would walk longer, but her legs were giving out, she of course was scared of getting noticed by who ever owns or works here, she’d already worked so hard to not die nor meet any important character, why does she need to die now after being alive for 7 years?.

So she opted to sitting behind a tree hiding her body from everyone, “I’ll just sit here till I gain my strength back!” She thought, she’d lived quietly her entire life, of course this would’ve been easy.

If she wasn’t a noisy person, not even a minute had passed before she started hearing hiccuping noises, it sounded like a boy was crying, whether she wanted to know who was crying or didn’t, it see,ed like her body was punishing her as it started moving by itself to the crying sounds.

There was a boy who was older then her maybe 10?, his appearance matched Claude’s appearance exactly!, but then there was his brother, who looked the same, the girl was standing behind him obviously just starring at him, of course he felt a sudden stare on him, so to his surprise he finds a tiny girl with blue eyes gawking at him.

“What are you staring at?!” He asked slightly embarrassed that someone had caught him crying his eyes out, “Well obviously you your the only person here!” She answered back deciding to sit next to him, “So what where you crying about also what’s your name!” She asked not really caring about what he was crying about, wanting to find out his name only.

“Claude” he mumbled turning his head the other way to whip his tears away, “O-oh” frantically she was quite disappointed, but if this was her hill to die on so be it!, she died once she wouldn’t be scared of facing death again right?, “Well?, aren’t you going to tell me your name” he demanded, “Name..” she answered.

“Then claude, do you want to be my friend?” She extended her hand to his smiling, “W-what do you know who you want to be friends with?” He asked, “yes I do know so do you or do you not?” She asked again, clearly nervous of getting rejected again by the same man who rejected her as a grown adult, being friends with your dad isn’t the best especially when you’ve never personally known him.

“Fine!” He accepted the seven year olds request shaking her hand in confirmation.

“Great” she whispered smiling happily.

“Great..” he said glancing at her hand then eyes.

Of course she found out that by simply it turning night she would return to her original world, the world where the only people who knew of her existence were the maids and lowly knights assigned to the ruby palace, It was good opportunity for the girl cause returning from both worlds affects the timeline greatly, when she’d go to child claude and return at night, It would also become night.

Which meant the maids could leave her alone for days at times, so that’s how the cycle continued, of course every time she returned claude would age up continuously he’d age up a lot in the four years she’d been with him.

In those four years, claude had told her about every aspect of his life, the way his step mother treated him, his brother, family issues, favorite food, Felix, claude slowly realized he’d grown a fond of his friend, he felt like she was a mini version of him, he didn’t notice the way she still looked younger while he looked older, he’d never notice that.

At some point the blonde haired girl knew she needed to stop being around him, it was so that so she doesn’t affect the story line, she’d never want that of course, and so when y/n turned 11, she’d known she’d need to stop, as the storyline was so close to happening, she slowly forced herself to forget she’d ever meet her father as a kid, she knew she needed to stop when he mentioned that his newborn daughter looked like a split image of her.

Now claude would never forget about the friend he made in the garden, how could he?, the way he met her to him was fascinating, he was determined to find her, As the now older man ran a hand threw his hair, he didn’t remember much of you, he remembered how you looked like, he’d know you if he spotted you anywhere, but he just can’t seem to find you anywhere?.

Were you a fairy or an angel?, or were you the ghost of his daughter from another life haunting him as a child.

“Felix!!” The young girl yelled running up to the red haired man, “y/n how are you?” He asked bowing to her, Felix never met you as a child he’d found you behind a tree asleep and took you back when you were eight, ever since he’d been giving you gold to help you escape, as he knew you’d never want to meet your oh so scary dad that you accidentally met when he was a kid.

He just presumed you’d heard rumors about how he killed his own lover afterbirth alongside all his concubines in the palace you’d been at your entire life.

“This time” she breathed heavily as she’d been running, “give me 500 gold please” the blonde begged clasping her hands together mustering the cutest face she could pull off, the red head chuckled softly before handing you 300, “hey! I said 500 not 300”

“Y/n come on what do you need 500 for?”

“Why are you asking please just give it promise you won’t ever see me again” she pleaded with him, “fine don’t let anyone find out though” , he sighed before handing an extra 200.

“Of course I won’t!” The girl replied before running away waving him off with a smile.

“His majesty must never find out..” he mutter returning back to his duties or precisely to Claude’s office.

Y/n kept her promise, she had snuck out in the middle of the night leaving almost everything behind except things she held dearly, and had bought a cabin far away from the capital.

As the years passed by y/n turned 22, it had been a long time sense she’d seen Claude, she’d heard of him of course and her sister athanasia, sense the two had a huge age gap, her younger sister had turned 15 recently, she’d wished she could’ve celebrated with her but she knew if she ever went back there something she’d never want to happen will happen.

Claude had frequent dreams of his childhood friend turning older, claude was forgetting her appearance, it was irritating to him, So the man knew that she wasn’t hiding in the capital she was on the outskirts of it.

He’d heard her say she’d hope to get a cabin on the outskirts of the capital in one of his dreams, Felix knew what was happening to claude wasn’t great he’d tried to stop him multiple times, “are you telling me what I can and can’t do?” Claude asked Felix as the redhead had held his body forbidding him from escaping.

“Your majesty your losing your mind over a nonexistent person” Felix yelled at him, “nonexistent? Felix do you know what the fuck your telling me right now?” The man replied, he cursed him out to no end that night, Felix was getting tired of it, the emperor was going insane over his daughter whom he hadn’t talked nor seen for 22 years, yet now he wanted to talk to her?.

Felix knew where you lived as you made the purchase with his money and he got mail saying he bought a cabin, he threw it out not caring what you did with the money.

Claude was smiling manically the day he knew where you lived, “your highness are you sick?” Felix asked, “No why would you ask that” he replied leaning his head on his hand starring at the paperwork.

Of course, claude knew who you were now, that you were his daughter, that you were the same person who he had met as a desperate kid with no friends.

Claude’s obsession was growing out of proportion, when claude found out where his precious daughter was, he stormed over there an hour later, Felix tried everything possible in his ability to stop him.But he couldn’t.

In those years that you had lived in the cabin your only thought, that was to die, but you couldn’t. You lived in a cabin for no reason, the purpose you couldn’t complete anymore.

While you were asleep, you heard a huge bang at you door, quickly getting up, she opened the door, revealing a tall male with blonde hair and diamond like blue eyes.

Claude starred at his daughter, daggers almost, “I’ve finally found you y/n” he smiled, it was terrifying, how did he find you?, how did he even know who you are, this was absolute hell, the girl tried shutting the door but his grip was stronger then hers, “you can’t run away from now” he said “my daughter” he pushed. The door open and pulled her into a one sided hug.

It was terrifying being held by the same man whom you have been trying to avoid for the past 22 years of your life, he found you like it was nothing, the way he was hugging you was almost bone crushing.

He swiftly knocked you out, knowing the moment he left go of you you’d try to escape.

And he’d never ever let you leave his side ever again, you’ll be forced with the title of the princess whether you like it or not.

Befriending claude de Alger obelia was the worst mistake you’d ever made.

On a side note my request are always open! I don’t bite 🫶

[pmaxshay]

Love Conquers All

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader (Fem)

~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 2 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 4 ~

~ Part 5 ~ ~ Part 6 ~

*The end is here which I’m actually kinda sad about :( It is another lengthy one but I do hope you have enjoyed this little story it has been so fun to write. This chapter also has a lot of musical suggestions which I do hope you listen to while reading. I think they add so much more to the imagination! Happy reading and I shall hopefully write again soon :)*

*Warnings - slight smut*

~ The End ~

Y/N stood in front of her mirror, her hands pressed against her abdomen while May pulled at her corset strings. All other maids rushed around her.

“How are you feeling Miss?” May asked with a smile.

“I’m not too sure May. I’m… well I suppose I’m feeling everything all at once.” Y/N replied with a nervous smile.

May stopped her pulling and placed both hands on her shoulders. Looking at her through the mirror.

“You are bound to be feeling everything. That is normal. You are going to look beautiful. Benedict and yourself are lucky to have found one another.” May continued to smile but there was sadness in her eyes.

“May?”

“Yes Miss?”

“Have you ever… found that someone?”

May paused and thought about how to answer.

“Once. He was… well he was the kindest man I had ever met. But that is a story for another time Miss. We must finish getting you ready.”

Y/N gave her another small smile before taking a deep breath in.

In the Bridgerton household, preparations were underway. The housekeeper and all the maids and servants rushing around making sure everything was perfect for the big day.

Benedict, Colin, Anthony and Richard had been out at the stag the night before. As you may have guessed, it was a messy one. Richard nursed his head with a flannel whilst Y/N got ready.

Colin and Anthony were slightly worse for wear also but Benedict was bright and fresh as a daisy. Needing to be present and correct for the day.

“Good morning Brothers.” Benedict chimed. The oldest and youngest cringed and winced at the volume.

“You are losing your touch. Both of you.” Benedict laughed. Patting a hand on both of their shoulders.

“You forget dear Brother that we are now fathers. We are not as young as we once were.” Colin huffed.

“Who would’ve thought… Us? Fathers.” Anthony chimed, looking wistfully at his brother.

“It has also made you soft.” Benedict laughed again.

“Well, you are yet to be married Benedict, but you yourself have softened considerably. Explain that?” Colin teased.

“It is love dear Brother. It catches us all in the end.” Anthony smiled, pulling out a flask from his jacket pocket.

Hair of the dog, indeed.

Some time later, everyone had gathered in the church. Lots of chatter and excitement filled the space. Everyone waving and saying hello to each other.

Richard stood with Y/N away from everyone. Waiting for their moment.

He turned to his daughter. Tears in his eyes.

“You my dear girl are beautiful. I just… wish your mother were here to see you.” He whispered.

Y/N felt her own tears threaten to fall but had managed to keep them at bay so far.

“I know. I would wish for nothing more for her to be here. I do really feel as though she is Pa. Maybe not physically but in spirit and in our hearts.” Y/N lifted a hand to her heart. Richard soon did the same to his own. Using his free hand to hold his daughter’s.

“I am so very proud of you. Never forget that.” Richard cried. Coughing to clear his throat.

Y/N laughed at his emotion but soon pulled him into an embrace.

At the altar, Benedict waited patiently with the priest. Smirking at his family sat in the pews and then at the other guests of the Ton. Danbury sat smug faced to which Benedict chuckled to himself, blowing his head towards her

Before he knew it, it was time. The curtain opened and his love was making her way down the aisle. He glanced down for a moment not quite ready to see her just yet. He took a deep breath in, steadying his nerves and then slowly looking up.

*Press play*

That first look at her made everything else seem so small. Nothing and no one else mattered in that moment.

Not one… single… moment.

Y/N gave her husband to be a small smile, it was filled with nerves but mostly happiness. He copied her action, feeling everything that she was.

He couldn’t help but blush, knowing that this beautiful creature had chosen to be here with him today. To promise to love him, in front of his nearest and dearest until they both are no longer living. The mere thought caused his heart to swell.

Y/N made her way down the aisle, smiling at the guests as she did. Her bouquet in one hand while she linked arms with her father.

When she looked at the man she was about to promise to love for the rest of her life. She knew that it was the most important decision of her life. However, she also knew that it was a decision she would never, ever regret.

This man has proven himself and showed her that he was devoted. He had opened his heart to her and she had done the same for him.

No matter what life would throw at them they would travel through it… together.

Despite not really knowing, Benedict Bridgerton had fixed something inside of Y/N. And perhaps, she had fixed something inside of him too. Two young adults trying to find their way in the world, finding out who they are and where they belong. Through this they had luckily, found each other.

Richard and Y/N stopped as they made it to the altar. Y/N gave her father a knowing look before handing over her flowers. He nodded before turning to Benedict, nodding to him and placing a hand on his arm for reassurance.

Benedict leaned in close to her and whispered.

“You are divine my love.”

Y/N blushed but thanked him with a smirk.

“As are you Mr Bridgerton.”

The ceremony went on without a hitch. Everyone teary eyed and full of joy seeing two people come together to show their love for one another.

Everyone was now gathered at the Bridgerton’s home. The house decorated within an inch of its life.

Violet doing an extraordinary job once again.

“Lady Bridgerton I must thank you. This is beautiful and you have done such a grand job.” Y/N took Violet by her hands, holding them in her own.

“Y/N, you must call me Violet now. We are family.”

“But you are so very welcome. There is nothing I enjoy more than a good party.” Violet grinned. She soothingly rubbed her thumbs over Y/N’s hands.

“Apologies. I must also thank you for… well, for everything. Without my Mama it has been truly difficult. Pa has done his best but you know how Fathers can be. I do not wish to overstep but I truly do see you as a Mother figure. You have welcomed me into your family and I am truly grateful Violet.”

Violet was taken aback by her new daughter in laws words but it made her heart burst with happiness. She beamed, her cheeks blushing.

“I am… overwhelmed by such kind words Y/N. I am so truly glad that you feel that way. You are a Bridgerton now, and always will be dear girl.” Violet let go of one of her hands and softly placed hers on Y/N’s cheek.

Y/N could not help but smile back, her eyes brimming with tears.

Across the room, Benedict was talking with some guests but glanced over to see the sweet moment between his mother and his new bride. He smiled before returning back to the conversation.

Gregory and Hyacinth were in charge of keeping the children in check. This translated to them teaching them all the tricks and pranks.

Kate and Anthony watched as they played together.

“I do so love our life.” Anthony hummed, his chin resting on Kate’s shoulder. His arms wrapped around her stomach.

“As do I my love.” Kate hummed back.

Colin and Penelope were not far away, also watching as the siblings played with all the children.

“I cannot believe our dear Benedict is a married man.” Colin chuckled in disbelief.

“It is a shock I must say but doesn’t love find a way. It did with us. Despite the rocky journey to get there.” Penelope spoke, thinking back to their own wedding and the drama that unfolded beforehand.

“You can say that again. It is our story though is it not. It may not be one of perfection but it is ours.” Colin chimed, grabbing Pen’s hand and holding it against his chest.

“It is.” Pen replied softly, with as much love in her eyes as the day they married.

*Press play*

Benedict watched as Y/N made her way around the room to greet and chat with everyone. The adoration and pride in his eyes was enough to make anyone swoon.

He quickly made his way over to her, excusing himself from his current company. He stopped by her side and waited for her to notice.

Everyone bowed and curtsied at the sight of him. Y/N turned and smiled.

“Y/N Bridgerton, may I have the pleasure of a dance? Our first as man and wife?” Benedict smirked.

“In the daylight?” Y/N asked shocked.

“I believe my dear Brother and Penelope started it at their wedding. I wish to make it a tradition.” He continued to smirk, holding out his hand.

Y/N pondered for a moment before breaking into her own smirk, placing her hand in his as they swayed into the middle of the room. Everyone parted so that there was a makeshift dance floor.

The two moved and swayed together with such grace that everyone watched in awe. The love shared between them was so grand it radiated from them.

Violet and Lord Anderson stood arm in arm with soft smiles, glancing at each other.

Kate and Anthony beamed with pride as did the rest of the Bridgerton clan.

Colin and Pen stood with their own smiles.

“We are trendsetters Pen.” Colin joked.

Pen nudged him playfully, chuckling at his humour.

Soon enough, everyone grabbed their partners and joined the happy couple on the dance floor. All twirling and spinning around together with joy and laughter.

Servants even stopped to watch as everyone danced and gracefully moved about the room.

Gregory even pulled Hyacinth in to twirl her around.

“It should be suitors that I am dancing with Brother. But I suppose… I could use the practice.” Hyacinth smirked.

Eloise stayed back but couldn’t help but feel pride at watching yet another one of her friends finding her match. She held a glass in one hand but quickly sniffed and wiped away a tear that had fallen. Despite her hard exterior she was the biggest softie on the inside.

The night continued just the same, everyone enjoying themselves and celebrating. It had grown dark and guests were retiring for the evening.

The newlyweds were saying goodbye to everyone as well as Violet and the rest of the Bridgertons, apart from Eloise who seemed to be missing.

Danbury made her way through.

“An excellent soirée once again Bridgertons.”

“Thank you Lady Danbury. Such high praise.” Anthony smirked.

“I only give the highest praise to those that deserve it. Think yourselves lucky.” Danbury teased.

“Thank you for coming Agatha. It is a pleasure to have you… always.” Violet grabbed her hand with a smile.

“You are welcome Violet. Happiness and health to you both once again. Do not forget it is I who brought you together.” Danbury turned to Y/N and Ben, winking at them before walking away.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… that woman is a marvel.” Y/N chimed.

Everyone agreed.

“Where is Eloise?” Kate looked around realising they were a Bridgerton short.

Everyone glanced around also not knowing.

Benedict had a feeling he knew where she may be.

“I’ll go find her.” He volunteered.

He was quick to make his way into the garden and be greeted by his dear sister sat on the all familiar swings. A cigarette in between her fingers.

He quietly made his way over, Eloise turned to see him.

“Sorry Brother. I just needed a moment.” She spoke, taking a drag of the cigarette and then holding it out for him to have a drag. He happily took it but threw it to the ground and stomped it out.

“Filthy habit.” He smirked before sitting on the empty swing.

“Are you going to chastise me again?” She smirked back with a laugh.

“Not my style sister. Although I am worried about you. How ever will you cope without me around?” He teased, pushing the rope that held the swing. She shifted before doing the same to his.

“I am happy for you Benedict. You deserve to be happy.” Eloise continued.

“Thank you.”

“How come you are so solemn then?” Benedict asked.

Eloise sighed deeply, looking up to the sky and back to her brother.

“Everyone seems to be finding their matches and their lives. Which is great. I just… getting back from Scotland. Seeing some of the world outside of Mayfair. It has widened by need to wander Brother. There is so much of the world and I wish to see more.”

“And you will. You are Eloise Bridgerton. When have you ever backed down from anything?” Benedict teased but he was sincere with his compliment. He reached over and placed his hand in hers.

Eloise stared back at him and just smiled. She knew he was right, she is Eloise Bridgerton, and she would not back down.

Benedict and his new bride were staying in an inn for their wedding night. Their house was not ready yet which disheartened Y/N but Benedict was quick to reassure her.

“It does not matter where we are my love, just that we are together no?” He hummed, placing a hand on her cheek.

“You are right. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologise. It is our wedding night. We are free to do as we please.” He winked, causing Y/N to laugh.

They made their way into their room. Getting themselves acquainted with where they’d be staying, but were soon feeling the need to get acquainted with each other once more.

Y/N began to get undressed, Benedict doing the same but keeping his eyes on his wife.

Neither saying a word but saying everything with their eyes and bodies.

Once Y/N had dropped her dress, she looked over at Ben. Needing him to help her. She don’t even need to ask before he was rushing over.

“With pleasure.” He whispered into her ear from behind. Using his fingers to trace across her shoulders and down to the strings. Slowly, he undid every single one. The tension building but also so was the heat in her body.

Th corset was soon dropped and so were her skirts. Benedict still stood behind her, his mouth dipping to kiss across her shoulders, then slowly down her back, across her spine. He stopped when he reached her lower back.

“How do you want it?” He whispered, his hands resting against her hips.

Her arousal grew at his question. He was so attentive to her needs, wanting to please her before himself.

“However you want Ben. I just want you.” She managed to mumble out.

“Mmm. That’s what I want to hear.” He hummed, his own arousal becoming heightened.

He used his hands on her hips to spin her around, his body still kneeling. He planted his lips against her abdomen. Leaving little kiss and bites there. Y/N jumping slightly at the feeling.

She quickly placed her hand under his chin and lifted his head to look at her. His eyes soft and full of adoration.

“I love you Mr Benedict Bridgerton.”

He laughed.

“I should hope so.”

He cleared his throat.

“I love you Mrs Y/N Bridgerton. Oooh I love how that sounds.” He groans, his head lulling back.

Y/N was quick to bring it back to look at her once more.

“Show me. Show me how much.” She smirked, moving backwards until her knees hit the bed. She turned to lift herself up into it and then lay there. Sprawled out ready for him.

He groaned once more at the sight. Quickly ridding himself of his own clothes. They were thrown somewhere across the room in a frenzy which caused the two of them to laugh and giggle.

“You need me to show you?” He asked, needing complete consent.

“Please.” She groaned, using her hands to caress her skin.

Benedict was quick to move over there, hauling himself up so that he was above her. Grabbing her hand to stop her from continuing.

“That is my job my love. Let me show you how much you fill my thoughts. How much I wish to worship every inch of you. Every freckle, every scar and every spot of your beautiful…” He stopped to kiss across all of her marks and freckles scattering her skin.

“…beautiful body.” He hummed.

“I am yours.” Y/N whispered.

Benedict sighed in contentment.

“And I am yours.”

[weridpersonhelp]

Red phone

Wally x reader

next

warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writter, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? more fanfic then x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

“What in the world?” I rub my eyes trying the get rid of the sleep as I am woken up by a loud ringing noise coming from downstairs, I groan loudly as the ringing continues. I cover my ears with my pillow in an attempt to stop it or at least muffle the noise but no! it just would not stop, it felt like it was getting louder instead!

The noise of a creaking old phone was the worst sound I have ever heard, that is after the sound of nails against a black board. It felt with each ring my ears were getting closer and closer to the ear drum bursting!  I Stormed down the stairs pulling up my silky shorts, so they don’t fall while walking down the stairs at night. Walking to the kitchen I pause at the sudden sense of danger; my gut was saying something. My body just froze in place, and the hairs on it stood tall. The red phone, it was the red phone that was ringing.           I had never seen or heard it in my whole life, yet their it was ringing on the kitchen counter. It stood out compared to all my grandmother’s appliances. The kitchen was a light minty green with the wood being the green and marble tops, My Grandma originally wanted wooden tops but explained how marble was cheaper back then.

The phone was bright red, a red you don’t commonly see unless it’s on Tv or on a plastic toy. I stood they’re like an idiot or better yet a dear in head lights. Watching as it rung, and soon enough it stopped. The over whelming of fear, and danger disappearing in an instant. I stare at the phone, noticing how old it must have been. Probably made in the 1950’s? 1960’s? it didn’t matter anyway the ringing stopped and I could go back to bed, but now my brain was fuzzy and awake. I need something to help me sleep, I sigh and put the kettle on and make myself a coffee. Caffeine did the opposite to me, instead of waking me up it made me sleepy like my dad. And with one sip of that coffee, and a small waddle up the old stairs and into my room I went out quicker than a light bulb.

But sadly, I woke up not just a few hours later to the cries of my brother, I sigh once again turning over in my bed and hitting my pillow in anger. But I couldn’t be angry at Jim, this was the normal hour he gets up at. I’m surprised My mum hasn’t noticed yet, but I’m not Angry at them right now. Just at that dam red phone. Slowly getting up I get ready for the day, full of. Well, what ever my mother has planed for me to do.

I leave my new room, and walk down the hall to the stairs, only this time they creek. I physically cringe at the noise but try my best to get downstairs, Once I do and make my way to the kitchen I see everyone already up. Including grandma, I walk over giving her a peck on the cheek and she gives me a small smile and asks.

“Good morning my dear! How did you sleep?”

“not very well, I woke up to a phone ringing. And found it hard to go back to sleep.” I explain taking a seat next to her at the dinning table across from my brother who I waved hello too. The small toddler notices my presence and gives me a wave and a bunch of gibberish which I’ll take as a hello. Mum placed some scrambled egg’s and bacon in front of me before pushing my hair back and kissing my forehead gently and sitting down next to me.

“Good morning sleepy head, you slept in! normally your awake before now.” Mum wasn’t wrong, I would normally wake up and take care of Jim myself sometimes, or at least make him breakfast. BUT. Since this was a Family Holiday, I could relax.

“Yeah, you alright kiddo?” dad asks me as I grab the BBQ sauce and shrug.

“meh overall, probably just still adjusting from the car ride. Anything planned for today?” I ask my family stealing a piece of buttered toast from the centre of the table before my dad.

“no not really, so you can do what you like today. Just don’t spend too much time on that computer!”  Mum explains, I nod along and constructed my toast carefully, finally taking a bite it was like heaven, the sweet bacon, the salty eggs., the soft butter and toast with the crunchy crust! And the small amount of sauce. Just perfection I gobble it down and quickly went back for seconds, I can see from the side of my eye my mum shaking her head and grandma giggling.

“Gosh you and your father are so alike!” Grandma gushes and pinches my cheek gently.

“I know all she need’s in to be taller, different hair colour and more into the outdoors and we would have a female clone!” mum saying cracking up my nana even more, she almost sounded like a parrot with how loud she was.

“Yes, she gets her creativity from my Harrison! And her artistic talents come from both sides, right? Your mother was a painter, right?” The two continue their conisations and I take my plate up to the sink, I catch a glimpse of the red phone. Again, my gut was trying to tell me something, but it felt different as if someone was watching me. I shook the feeling off and continued to the sink.

‘Am I going crazy?’ I ask myself in my head as I wash up some of the dishes, dad drops his off along with Jim’s. Jimmy sat on his hip holding on to the 6’4 man who towered over everyone in the house, his height is something I wish I inherited.

“, honey I’ll tell you. Later, just remind me later to do so is that okay?” I raise an eyebrow at my dad who just smiles down at me, the question was what my dad wanted to talk about later.  I know I shouldn’t press though, or I may never find out, so I just nod my head continuing to clean. He turns away before snapping his fingers and spins back to face me.

“Oh! Me and your mum are leaving are going out so you will have to baby sit Jimmy with grandma for a couple of hours to night,” “yeah that’s fine dad.”

_____________________________

Wally hangs up the phone again sighing slightly, opening the morning paper. to read.

"When will that Old woman answer?"

[variablejabberwocky]

started watching delicious in dungeon/dungeon meishi (sp?). or as i like to call it

~*AUTISM COOKING DUNGEON*~

dear god y'all have undersold this to me. and like i get it. spoilers and all that. but holy shit

our boy isn't like... "tee-hee little-bit of autistic, just a smidge" like you were all making me think. no no. no, this guy is DEEPLY autistic. we're talking "normally we only give THIS much autism to aliens and robots" kind of autism. the "i need an allistic translator for my social fubars" autism (rip your sister dude). the "i learned a thing! so now im not gonna shut up about it for at least an hour" autism.

and they gave this to THE ONE SINGULAR HUMAN IN THE PARTY. this guy is a HUMAN FIGHTER/KNIGHT-type that is like the MOST BORING/NORMIE shit in a d&d style setting. that is "why are you even playing a fantasy game?" level of normie shit.

and THAT is who gets to be The Party Freak(tm)

i love it. completely unironically/unsarcasticly i love it. they took the "that much autism isn't human anymore" bullshit thats so prolific its basically a trope and went NOPE FUCK THAT NOISE

what i find unforgivable though is that none of you mentioned he's a Kronk too.

boy sounds SO SO STUPID but is so so smart when you actually listen to what the fuck he's on about now (and think on why he's on about it right then). he's a big tank (literally in the fantasy class sense) that just wants to help everyone and do his little special interest shit on the side. and it is on the side because the other two seem like they had no idea it was more than trivia until he didn't have to help micromanage a massive party. like this shit has clearly been on repeat in his brain in the background for A WHILE but he was so busy helping/keeping everyone alive it got shoved aside of his outward behavior unless it was useful. he is a lovable dorky himbo and NONE of you mentioned this.

anyway, i'm also loving the way this whole show is basically only like this because him and senshi are vibing on the same wavelength and the other two are basically just along for the ride to save their friend/part member

the whole thing has a Green Eggs and Ham kind of thing going on with it too. but like...environmentalist about it? like it was more subtle about the whole "hey maybe work WITH your current environment rather than against it" bit and then we found out what senshi normally does and subtlety just went right out the fucking window on that front.

i'm also liking the way it both explores the horrors of dying in a world where being brought back to life is common, while also kind of...poking fun at it? like its reminding me of a thing i heard something like "the difference between comedy and tragedy is how far from it you are" kind of concept.

like they are so fucking ... how the fuck do you spell it blase? with the little "/" over the e. that. the story is so bland in how it handles how people came back from horrific deaths and yet when the characters have to face things that remind them of their own it gets heartbreaking very quickly. but like...chillchuck. goddamn. we get just enough from his perspective that its harrowing but the way its shown to us the reader/viewer is like a comedy skit

cause like...its both.

these guys keep dying/nearly dying to THE. SAME. FUCKING. SHIT.

mage elf is slimebait, chillchuck is basically Dungeon Canary with an emphasis on mimics, and himbro over here is gonna get himself killed trying to pet/eat a new monster no one else knows about at some point. probably why his sister seems to have specialized in healing magic.

i know the fandom is thinking once they get his sister back that she's gonna be Just Like Him but i think it would be much funnier AND more 'realistic' if they were classic autism-adhd alliance but siblings about it. like him being better at staying on a task and her being better at navigating social cues and shit. and both of them with their own little special interest energy. i'm betting her's is magic. and thats why even magic elf is like "omg shes so good at magic i'm no where near that level" about it. i mean its also the lesbianism but there IS more to that than thirst from what i've seen.

anyway i'm 6 episodes into what seems to be 12 available on netflix and i'm already hooked. might have to see if i can get my hands on the manga or something too

[candied-boys]

Another - Rio x F! Reader Part 2

When Emma chooses another, Rio has to go home without her... But there's more awaiting him than just forgotten memories...

Themes: hurt and healing, facing the past, learning to love again, aka angst with a happy ending!

Warnings: angst, Rio route spoilers, eventual smut, written from Rio's POV

Part 1

You had wondered now and then.

As memories of your identity had begun to resurface, being betrothed was an obvious possibility for a prince. However, after having received the items found with you that rainy day, you dismissed the idea. The ring was never meant for a lover. No sentimental memorabilia lay tucked into the pockets of your long-forgotten coat.

Surely, had you a wife you would at least remember. Or so you assumed. Very incorrectly it appears.

The first question that comes to mind is not why you can't recall her, but why your ass of a brother never mentioned her. The answer wells up as swiftly as the anger surging within — because having mistresses is not only normal, it is expected. The one who brought you into this very world was your father's mistress. There was never any reason for Silvio to comment on your loyalty, or lack there of.

When your vision at last returns to perceiving the outside world, you are met with a brave face. Tears run down her youthful cheeks, yet she smiles to hide the heart you have broken.

“It does not matter, Your Majesty. That His Highness has returned safely is the only important part. I am sure there will be many more years ahead to make new memories than remedy the few we have left behind.”

A hand slips from yours to rest gently on the young woman's shoulder before your mother introduces her as if you are complete strangers.

When you were but eighteen she was brought to court to be an attendant to one of the late queen’s many ladies in waiting. She worked her way up through the ranks over the years, eventually earning her position as maiden in waiting to the second lady of the house — your mother.

At the time your mother was still mistress to the king and you an illegitimate bastard. Even if treated as a prince, naturally there was no chance of you being wed to a legitimate princess of another country. As both the daughter of a dear friend and being from a noble merchant family it was a favourable arrangement for all.

You grew up anticipating such a union, yet you still managed to forget.

“There is someone else you should meet, Valerio. One you'll be forgiven for not recognizing,” you mother finishes with a tender smile.

A subtle nod from her in the direction of the maid standing by the door. A deep breath from the lady you have just been told is your wife. A click, footsteps, and a nurse carrying a little girl no more than two.

Voice as sweet as a songbird she chirps, “Mammina!” and reaches out from the nurse's arms to be held by the one she clearly adores.

Those brilliant hues soften. The tears from earlier nowhere to be seen. Disappointment and heartache have been replaced by love and affection.

“Questo è tuo papà, piccina mia,” you hear her coo at the child before directing her gaze to you.

“Papà?” the little girl repeats, blinking at you with bright blue eyes identical to your own.

“Sì, papà,” her mother answers softly with a smile.

At this the small creature reaches out towards you with tiny hands.

“What does she want?” you ask cautiously.

“To be loved by her father…” your mother answers instead.

Steadying your heart with a shakey breath, you open your arms to the child. She leans in eagerly, climbing into your embrace. She is far heavier than you imagined for being so small. Tiny arms cling to your neck in a surprisingly strong chokehold. The world's softest skin rubs against yours where her chubby cheek nuzzles into you.

“Does she have a name…?” you query like an idiot after what seems an eternity of silence.

“Valerie, for her father…” a nervous voice tells you. “I hope you don't mind. She was all I had left of you after you disappeared… By the time she was born we all thought you would never return, so we named her after you…”

Shaking your head what little you can under the vice grip, a smile steals across your lips and a whispered thank you slips past.

Popping out from beneath your chin, the little girl squeaks, “Gioca con me, papà!”

“No, no, bambina. Papà is busy. We shouldn't bother him…” her mother fusses, a fear stricken look in her eyes as she reaches out to take the child back.

You can only imagine how you must have treated her in your past life to earn such an anxious reaction.

“It's okay…” you counter as tenderly as you can and keep the girl in your arms. Patting her little head you continue, “The least I can do after being absent so long is play with Valerie… Shall we go for a walk in the gardens perhaps? There is much we should discuss.”

Some gentle reassurance seems needed from your mother to convince the young lady she is not a burden. The weak smile you attempt is not returned, but she does walk at your side when you leave the room.

Your memories after your twelfth birthday are as coherent as shattered porcelain. When you try to fit the pieces together they make certain shapes, but they are unclear and riddled with innumerable gaps. For someone who should be so close to you, the missing shards are too big. Your stomach churns with self-hatred at the mere thought of the person you used to be.

Seeping into your lungs, the salty breeze soothes your nerves the moment you step outside. No roses perfume the air. Whether that's comforting or painful you cannot decipher. The palace courtyard being the location of several dark memories, you skirt the plaza in favour of the shaded willows and at length find the old trees with a poorly cared for bench beneath their tendrils.

Only once seated do you notice the lady at your side remains on her feet. You wince at the idea that you may not have allowed the person you were supposed to treat as an equal to rest next to you without permission in past years. The fact that even now you lacked the courtesy to offer her a seat first tells you exactly how fickle your loyalties still are.

Before you can correct yourself, Valerie steals your attention as she wriggles out of your arms and off the bench, running away as soon as her tiny feet touch the ground. Her mother lays a gentle hand on your shoulder when you jump up, keeping you from chasing after the child in a panic.

“She'll come back,” she explains, a soft look that begs you to trust her, as if you have never shown faith in her before.

“Please… Sit with me,” you plead, wishing you could, of all the memories you have lost, also forget how unkind your true nature is.

This time lending her a gloved palm, you offer her the bench first. Retaking your own spot, you wait anxiously for those bright blue eyes to return from whence they disappeared round the hedges.

Sighing and running your hand through golden locks, you wonder aloud, “Where do we even begin…”

Timidly she offers to recount her upbringing, not expecting it to spark memories, but hoping it may help you get your bearings. You agree appreciatively and listen until the two-year-old appears at your knees with a flower clasped in each hand.

“Per mammina!” the little one offers, voice as sweet as a wind chime.

“A pansy. Grazie, bambina.”

Turning to you, she holds out a yellow flower on a long stem. “Per papà!”

“A daffodil. Thank you, Valerie,” you answer with a soft lilt — unfamiliar even to you.

As the excited girl runs off again you ask hesitantly, “Does she really know I'm her father or…?”

“Well... I never dreamt she would meet you. Even so, I still wanted her to know and love her father… I take her to view the royal galleries often… and I’ve shown her the portrait in my locket every morning since she was born… I think that's why she recognizes you, but perhaps that's my wishful thinking…”

A great many pieces hang in that gallery. Most of the ones you had posed for had been commissioned in your childhood, or so you recall. Undoubtedly there should be a few more though — one for your coming of age, one when your mother became queen consort, and… one for your wedding…

“So, she never calls anyone else that… Not my brothers, or other blonde haired gentlemen…?”

“Well, she doesn't see her uncles often, but she knows them from the paintings hung in the galleries too. I'm sure she doesn't really understand the difference between the word father and a name, but she's never called any other man papà…”

Like an anchor snagging on a rocky seabed, some part tucked away deep in your heart is steadied — grounded.

“I tried to tell her as much as I remembered to keep you alive in her heart…” she continues, her gaze cast down. “And in mine…”

Dozens of questions swirl like eddies; what was your relationship like? Who were you as a man, a lover, a husband? What does she expect from you now? But the first to break through the whitecaps is far more direct.

“Did I ever… love you?”

In the pause that rises like a tide, you find yourself unconsciously admiring the first gift from the daughter you didn't know you had until half an hour ago.

“Perhaps not passionately, nor even platonically — for you've always been far beyond my realm in intelligence — but in your own way, you took care of me…”

Though you wonder what that could possibly entail when she seems so fearful of you, you're too ashamed to ask. Instead you change the subject to the little child who now returns, her arms full of blossoms the gardeners will undoubtedly find missing later.

“I see… I can assume from Valerie's existence that we at least consummated the marriage. Did we… have such relations often?”

Caressing the head that bobs level with the bench as the happy creature lays out flowers one by one on the seat between you two, she answers, “You were a gentle lover. Never demanding. You only visited my chambers once in a while. The last time was about a week before you went missing.”

Frowning at your own behaviour you turn to find her gaze. “Did I have a mistress? Was there a reason I visited so little?”

“Not that I know of,” she answers evenly but avoids meeting your eyes. “Though, I've heard you took one while in Rholodite.”

Choking back the bile scalding your throat you manage, at length, to string a few words together. “She was never... I... love her… ardently… but she… has never returned my feelings…”

“I see… She must be an incredible woman to have earned your affection.”

The pain in her forced smile is tangible despite her attempts to hide it by focusing on the little girl babbling about the vibrant colours of the stolen flowers.

“Was I that miserly with my attention towards you?” The question stings as it slips past your own lips.

A cool spring breeze shakes the willows, but the rustling isn't enough to cover the hurt as she answers, “I… generally… tried to stay out of your way…”

You watch in silence as Valerie runs off again with giddy laughter and grass-stained palms.

“In plain terms… I pushed you away.”

Picking up the blossoms one by one, a bouquet begins to take shape as she arranges them in her hand.

“You could say that, yes. There was only one time you relied on me…”

“And that was?”

“To collect evidence against the late queen for attempted assassination…”

Part 3

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[thezoraprince]

Taking Care of You - Bazz x reader

hi hi!!!! long time, no stories! i FINALLY got this one ready, and i couldn't wait to post it!

enjoy :)

dedicated to dear @rocklover719 <3

y/n - your name 1.8k+ words (1,852) kinda nsfw at the end (take caution in last part)

‘Where is he?’

You’ve been waiting ever so patiently for Bazz to return from the _____ tower. It’s felt like an eternity, and with the sludge falling from the sky out were beginning to get worried. ‘I’m sure he’s fine.’ you think to yourself. ‘He’s probably caught up with this investigation and lost track of time.’

A few more hours pass. You’re sitting alone at the table, Bazz’s dinner growing cold. You sigh in frustration as you carry the plates to the sink. ‘He said he’d be back by now… right?’

Bazz had always told you when he expected to be home, and he was very clear that if he was going to be late, he’d let you know. You remember how hesitant he was to give you a specific time before leaving this morning, but he was very adamant about being home before sun down.

The sun’s just beginning to set.

‘Where is he?’

—————

It was late. There you sat, in the living area of your home, waiting. Waiting for Bazz to return. The sun had set hours ago, dinner was long past, and you wondered if he would ever walk through the door.

There was a strong bang like knock. You got up from your spot and opened the door cautiously to see Dunma, carrying the black and white Zora you’d grown to love. Your heart sank into your chest. “Bring him in.” 

Dunma entered your home and gently laid him down on the bed. “Do you know what happened?” you asked. She shakes her head slightly with a shrug. “I found him as I was heading back from the lake, passed out on the grass.” She sighs. “All I got from him was a quiet ‘Watch for the sludge’ before he was out again.” 

You caress his face with your hand as you listen. He looked to be in worse shape than you imagined. “Would you care to find Lady Yona for me? If it’s something to do with sludge, I think we should at least have her take a look at him.”

“Of course.” She turns for the door. “Oh, he’s going to hate me for having to report this to Prince Sidon.” 

And with that, Dunma left. You sit with Bazz, trying so hard to hold yourself together. He looks so lifeless, yet so… so peaceful. You hear him wheeze quietly, and it does make you feel a little better. You sit there for quite sometime, waiting for Lady Yona to arrive. And soon enough, she does. You answer the door, getting up slowly from your spot as to not disturb Bazz. 

“Y/n! Do you know how this happened?”

You shake your head. “All I know is that Dunma found him on her way back from Toto Lake.”

“That’s alright.” she says, following you to see Bazz. “For now, I’ll treat him as best I can, and we’ll go from there.”

“Thank you, Lady Yona. I really appreciate you.”

You walk out of the room and sit back on the sofa to wait.

You wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And just as you hoped, Lady Yona comes to you with a smile. “He seems to be doing fine for now.” She sits beside you, placing her hand over yours. “I can assure you that he’ll be back to his normal self soon enough. Just give it time.” Relief washes over you. “And if you find out any more information on this incident, feel free to let me know.”

“Thank you again, Lady Yona.” you reply. “And I will. Be safe on your way back to the infirmary.”

She gives you a nod before heading for the door. “One more thing.” she adds, turning back to you. “I know Bazz is one for staying busy, so please make sure he rests as much as he can. He’s very important to the domain, and Sidon’s very worried about his state. He has Rivan and Gaddison taking on most of Bazz’s duties until he feels that Bazz is ready to return.” She sighs. “You know how Sidon is… always worrying about something.”

You give her a smile. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Good good!” She turns back to the doorway. “I’ll come back at some point in the next few days to check in on him. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do to help.”

Lady Yona heads back to the infirmary. You watch as she leaves, checking for any sludge that may be falling in her direction. And when you know she’s safe, you head back in to see Bazz. He’s still in the same position he was before, looking much better now. You kiss his forehead gently before laying down beside him, trying not to disturb his rest. He groans softly from the movement, however, your heart racing with excitement when he does so.

But, he remains asleep. And you decide that it’s probably best for you to get some rest as well.

—————

The sun rises over Zora’s Domain not too long after you’ve fallen asleep, the rays blinding you as you open your eyes. You let out a soft moan of disapproval, knowing that you won’t be able to sleep again until the sun has at least halfway set. You roll over to see Bazz turned on his side. Oh, it makes you feel so happy. You smile at him before getting up to make breakfast.

After some time, the kitchen starts to smell of cooked salmon and eggs. You hum quietly to yourself as you prepare a plate, feeling a rather familiar set of arms wrap around your waist. “My angelfish.” His voice is hushed and hoarse, as if he’s has a cold. “My lovely, darling angelfish.” He rests his head on top of yours, holding you tightly. “I’m sorry I was late last night. A lot happened all at once, and I—” 

You could tell he was uncomfortable standing. You manage to turn around and face him while he speaks, his arms not moving. “Bazz, you should be resting.”

“Nonsense.” he said. “What’s got you in such a tizzy?”

You sigh. “You gave me quite a scare last night, you know?”

“Whatever do you mean, y/n?” He scrunches his face a tad, as if he were in pain. 

You turn back around to finish preparing plates for the two of you. “Go lie in bed, and I’ll bring your breakfast.”

Bazz gives you a questioning look, but does as he’s told. You watch as he heads back to bed, stumbling over his own feet as he walks. You’re quick to help him, and once he’s back in bed, you grab the plates. As soon as he’s comfortable, you hand him his breakfast and sit down beside him. 

“Please tell me, my darling.” 

“We can discuss it after you’ve eaten.”

—————

“It’s all a blur, really.” he says, taking another bite of salmon. 

You’re quiet, still chewing the last bite of your food. You grab Bazz’s plate from him once he’s finished and take them back to the kitchen. It doesn’t take long for you to return, Bazz still trying to tidy up whatever he can manage to.

“Bazz, please lie down.” You knew this was going to be a hard time for both of you, but you never expected Bazz to disregard his state completely.

“Y/n please. I’m only trying to help.” he frowns.

You walk over to him as he’s crawling back into bed, placing the blanket over his body. “You can help by letting me take care of you.” You sit beside him, placing your hand over his that’s resting just below his chest. “Please…”

He exhales loudly. “Fine…”

You kiss his cheek softly before laying down. “So, what exactly happened?”

He takes a moment to respond, thinking hard about the incident. “Again, it’s mostly a blur. All I remember is getting pelted by sludge, Link using some splash fruit to clear it, and then taking a breather before making my way back. I don’t remember much after that, or even getting home.”

“Oh, Bazz…” 

“But at least I made it home… somehow.” 

You swallow. Hard. “Well, yes, but…”

“But what?”

“Dunma brought you home.”

Bazz gives you a stern, yet anxious expression. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Dunma brought you home.” you say once more. “Dunma found you.” Bazz was silent. “It was late. Very late. I was just about to turn in when she stopped by.” Tears start to fill your eyes. “Bazz, I was so worried I’d lost you, your body almost lifeless as it lie here. I— I don’t want to— to lose you.” You start to sob into your hands.

Bazz slowly reaches for your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. “Oh, my darling.” You look up at him giving you a reassuring smile. “I promise I’ll be around for a long time.”

“You can’t promise that, Bazz!” Somehow you manage to cry harder. Bazz pulls you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“Shh shh.” He holds you tightly. “My sweet, darling y/n. I know how much you worry when I’m away, and it’s alright.” You once again look at him, him nuzzling his forehead into yours almost immediately. “Let me reassure you that I’m not going anywhere.”

You’re both silent for quite sometime, Bazz gently rubbing your back to soothe your cries. He slips his free hand into yours and kisses your forehead.

“Are you sure this is comfortable for you?” you ask, almost whispering.

Bazz matched your tone, yet a little more softly. “Right now, I… I need you close to me.” He pauses, squeezing your hand. “It’ll help me feel better.”

—————

Over the next few weeks, Bazz is much better than he’s been. You share the information you got with Lady Yona, and she’s more than relieved to know Bazz fis in a much better state. More caution’s advised to the residence in the domain, mostly for the safety of the children and those not in the Zora Royal Guard.

“Do you have to return to your duties?” you ask. 

Though Bazz is healed, you’re hesitant to let him return to work. Just the thought of it terrifies you.

He nods, a little more reluctantly than you expect. “I do.” He takes your hand into his, pulling you close. “Though, I don’t wish to leave you for more than a second, my angelfish.” 

You exhale, feeling a little sad. “Please be safe.”

“I will.” He places his lips on yours. “I… will…” 

Slowly, he presses his lips to yours once more, one hand caressing your cheek, and the other pulling you closer and closer with every movement. He pulls away for just a moment to look at you, eyeing you in a way that makes your heart flutter. “Oh, y/n…” 

He has this look in his eye, something only you would know. “Work can wait.” he breathes. He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carries you back to bed. The door shuts behind him as you both enter the bedroom.

“It’s my turn to take care of you.”