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Kalopsia | One Shot

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Kalopsia (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

SUMMARY | She associates the words with brighter days and happier memories that she’ll never get back. And yet, when he utters them into her ear, they've never sounded more tainted and wrong - but she'll tell herself they aren’t, until the lies become truth.

PAIRING | Daemon Targaryen x Reader

WARNINGS | 18+; smut; DD:DNE; penetrative sex; dubious consent; exhibitionism; forced prostitution; canon typical sexism; infidelity; angst; ambiguous and unclear motives for sex - both Daemon and reader are fucked up people in this story, and there is much about their mental conflict that may be quick to trigger someone. Please read with caution.

WORD COUNT | 8.8k

A/N | This is a dark fic with heavily triggering themes. Please don't hate anon me. Thanks. :)

SHE REMEMBERED THE DAY SHE MET HIM.

It was a hot summer’s day when the sun had burnt her through her dress, leaving her sweating and reaching for a drink of water every few moments. He was a vision - flying through the skies of Pentos on the Blood Wyrm, with his beautiful wife, the lady Laena Velaryon right behind him as she rode the historic wonder, Vhagar. They were a wandering couple, and talk about them had been rife in the Free Cities - dragon sightings were feared, what with the Rogue Prince’s reckless nature making people assume that he’d bathe them in dragonfire for his personal amusement.

She remembered seeing them fly out of Pentos the first time, to tour the other Free Cities. This was almost a year ago. By the time they’d come back to reside with the Prince of Pentos, the lady Laena had suspected that she was with child. Based on what she saw of the royal couple, Prince Daemon, in his own way, was appreciative of his wife.

But being appreciative of his wife certainly did not mean that Daemon Targaryen was in any way blind to everything else around him. It was this fact that had led his eyes to her.

A striking purple, and they had met her melancholic, unmemorable ones from where he stood as the Prince of Pentos barked orders and asked her to see to Lady Velaryon’s every need. His gaze held a very peculiar combination of condescension and amusement for those around him, and she was pulled to him, in the same way that fishes were to the sea. Her world seemed to melt as she looked at him in all his Valyrian beauty - it stunned her.

He took one leisurely glance at her - beginning his perusal of her, neck to navel. His eyes rested for a moment longer between her legs, and she’d never forget the way her thighs quickly met under her skirts in a desperate attempt to keep herself contained.

It had been a long while since she felt anything but the fleeting sense of sadness that had taken over every part of her since she had lost it all and ended up in this city. And now, as Daemon Targaryen lingered - nay, took over her line of sight, she felt something more, more, more.

She did not know what to think about the slow storm brewing in her mind, so she chose to disregard it for a time. This was royalty, and this entire matter was well and truly beyond her weight. She should not bother with the likes of those who were higher and mightier - those that would never choose her and harm her with no regard.

But the intense wildfire-like heat that passed through her body was hard to ignore, especially given the potent lack of it in the last many years. It scared and excited her in equal measure, and regardless of the possibility of danger, she could not help but be drawn to him. She felt like an ungrateful, wanton whore for lusting after another woman’s husband - a very good woman, she would soon find - but how could she reject the man who had woken her passions once more, after she thought they were long lost to her? All with just a single look, no less?

It was often said that the Targaryens were closer to Gods than men. With their dragons, intoxicating eyes and intense gazes, she was inclined to agree.

It was why she brought him his bathwater and helped him with his bath every morning after his dragon ride; why she scrubbed at his scarred skin with the washcloth even though he was in no need of assistance. She cleaned his chambers, and continued to do so even after he’d stepped in and burned her with his stare. Of course it burned, he was the blood of the dragon after all.

She found herself bringing his heated bathwater despite the flight of stairs that she had to brave while carrying the weight. She helped him in and out of his clothes everyday, listening to his commands like a mindless soldier who only did what she was told. She always looked for him, even in a chamber of more than a hundred people - her young girl’s gaze, flitting about - trying to find his spun-silver hair.

Whenever she caught his gaze, he was already looking.

She supposed she'd never get tired of the heat pooling in her belly whenever she was in his presence - or how her hands found their way inside her already dampened smallclothes whenever she pictured him with shut eyes at night time.

Perhaps that’s why she felt like it was a long time coming when he creeped up behind her, hand holding her in place as it snaked around her waist. His palm flattened against her stomach and the other held her neck, squeezing just enough to make the heat rush to her cheek and between her legs. He brought his nose down to the side of her neck, laughing darkly as they breathed each other in, and she let a small whimper escape her lips.

“What took you,” she breathed out before adding, “…so long?” He responded to her meek attempt at a question with a sharp bite to her neck and a growl, effectively silencing her voice and awakening the fire in her once more.

“Don’t be too loud, you’re going to wake my wife,” he whispered before turning her around to meet her eyes.

Those words should have woken her up and brought her to reality. She should have awoken from her wistfulness and tossed her fantasies where they’d bother her no more. This was a married man, a married prince.

This was wrong, wrong, wrong.

But the blood rushing through her veins, the excitement of being coveted and central to a man’s gaze - it excited her in ways that she had never been before. The allure of him was hard to ignore, and by the looks of how eagerly his hands were slipping under her haphazardly hiked up skirts, he felt the same way too.

She’d missed this feeling - this feeling of being alive and full of life. The prospect of excitement and a renewed zest for life, after all she had been through, had only pushed her towards him a lot more.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

She was blind to the dangers of the man, and she'd never been happier to remain ignorant. She did not want to want him, and she hated that she did. She did not say yes to his command, or emphatically agree. She simply took his lips in hers and sunk her fingers into his hair, reveling in the feel of his rough hands holding her backside in a tight grip.

She may not love him, and she did not like him. But she wanted this, she needed this. She needed to feel something, anything at all. She supposed that there’s something that he wants too - though she does not know what.

She soon found that there was very little in their burgeoning arrangement that would favor her fantasies, and that Daemon Targaryen simply did not care - for anyone.

“WILL YOU BE NEEDING ANYTHING ELSE, MY LADY?”

Laena Velaryon is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women she’s ever laid her eyes on. She is also one of kindest souls she’s ever had the courtesy of encountering - which is why her guilt eats at her tenfold whenever Daemon seeks out her company.

She wants to say no. She wants to say no each time.

Initially, it was an infatuation that was within her control - but the day she had indulged and let her body overshadow her mind, it had become a bit much. Initially, he had sensed her hesitation despite her being welcoming. He’d plied at her with sweet words, each syrupy sweet and meant to break through her doubt.

She melts each time, her weak will giving in like water slipping through her fingers.

Conflict is a funny thing. Each time his hands pin her wrists above her head as he takes her for all that she is, or when he’d let a finger slip through her smallclothes and glide through her folds, she wants to say no. She wants to be the good girl that her mother believed she was, but the pleasure was too much. The high that he takes her on each time is too much to ignore, too good to pass up on.

She wants to say no. The words wait at her throat, but refuse to tumble out of her lips.

It is wrong, but she wants to feel pleasure. She wants to be reminded that she is a woman worthy of pleasure, and she feels good- no matter how guilt-ridden - each time his cock sinks into her. No other man has wanted and loved her like this before, and despite the horridness of it all, she finds that she cannot say no - no matter how hard she tries.

However, she doesn't know what he wants. Daemon Targaryen wears his intrigue as well as he does his arrogance and condescension. She never knows what he wants - but she also worries that she may not like what she finds.

She will find out soon.

“That will be all, my sweet,” Laena says. The exhausted smile she wears as she cradles her hugely pregnant belly makes her want to throw herself at her feet and cry for mercy - but she is too in deep. How could she tell Daemon she didn’t want to share his bed anymore? How could she, when his power and famed temper may just harm her?

I’m sorry your husband fucks me each night. I’m sorry I like it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

What right does she have, after allowing it all these times? What right does she have, after enjoying it each time? She doesn't love him, but in those moments, she loves what she feels. The regret that follows is gut-wrenching, but she chooses to indulge each time. It was a blind and burning desire, and it is this very same wave of emotion that compels her to follow his instructions, blind and eager to please.

A servant walks into the room and looks towards the window, eyes flitting about and nervous. “The Prince Daemon has asked to see you, lady.” Her tone is apologetic, and when Laena Velaryon stands, she feels herself crumble to a thousand pieces. When she is half-stood, the Valyrian beauty realizes it is not her that her husband wants to see tonight.

“Go. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” she murmurs. A heavy sigh escapes her lips as she sits back down, the weight of the impending babe taking a toll on her.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

She is ashamed of the peculiar heat pooling in her belly as she walks out, unable to meet Lady Laena’s eyes. The walk to Daemon’s chambers has her head facing the floor as some of the other servants eye her and whisper the words.

Homewrecker. Whore. Concubine.

She wonders about how she could still want him after all the irreparable damage that she’s taken in her mind. She wonders when her lack of spine would dissipate, and when she’d be able to reject him outwardly and speak her mind. She wonders when she’d be able to make up her mind and stand by her decision.

She hates that she enjoys it, she hates that she’s at the center of it all. But he brings her to her peak effortlessly and with such intensity that she forgets for a moment, for just a moment, how wrong all of this is.

She pushes the door open and gulps at the sight of a half naked Daemon Targaryen sitting at the edge of his bed, hands pumping his cock with no urgency. The languid movements and his haphazard state of undress - his linen undershirt doing little to hide the lithe muscles underneath - make her head spin. He is yet to touch her.

She watches, his presence magnetic as he pulls her attention easier than he should. His gaze then finds hers as she stands frozen near the door, his breath a mangled mix of moans and groans as his hand refuses to relent. He looks at her as he continues his movements on his cock, and her thighs slap together while she folds her hands just below her breasts, pushing them up above the neckline of her dress.

A drop of sweat trickles down the side of her face as she makes her way to him, each step feeling labored and long as she positions herself between his legs. Her view of his cock is undisturbed and clear, and she hates that it is the most beautiful one that she’s ever seen. Slightly leaning to the left, the girth of it impresses her each time he pushes into her, making her feel fuller than ever before.

She continues to watch his hands move, movements as slow as ever. Her eyes are fixated upon the light silver hair that marked a path below his abdomen, and the veins that marked their way through his erect cock. The glistening white pearly drops of seed on the tip called to her, and her mouth began to water.

“Take it” - he grunts through his pleasure - “off.”

She’s been in this position long enough to know what it means.It is one thing to lust after a man from afar, and another to be fucked by him. It is neither safe, nor ideal for her to be using her mouth on a Westerosi Prince whose wife was only one door away. And yet, they’ve been giving each other company for almost a year.

She works through the laces on her front one by one, her focus on his almost black, dilated pupils. He wants her, and she wants him. It is seemingly simple, and yet it is the most complicated entanglement she has ever known.

He’s never been the most patient man to grace these halls, and it is evident as he stops the hand on his cock and stands up. He reaches for the dagger on a tray of fruit by the table, and swiftly cuts through the loops in a series of flicks. Each time the dagger cut through, the stray threads flew about and he dusted them off with the same disregard and impatience.

“You’re going to take my cock in your mouth like the good girl that you are,” he growls. Candlelight illuminates his face as his dagger makes its way through the fabric, revealing her soft skin and exposing her breasts to him.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

And yet, as the cool metal of his dagger grazes over her nipple ever so slightly, the fire in her burns bright. Her fear dictates that she say no and run before it can spiral into something beyond her control, but the faint waves of pleasure that cause the dampness between her thighs keeps her there - almost as though her legs are stuck in quicksand.

The dress pools at her feet and she steps out of it, his hurried hands removing her shift. And when they stand, facing each other - and she wishes this was something else.

She wishes this was a simple and innocent love affair. She wishes that this was a man she could love, one that would love her just the way she would. She wishes that there was more comfort to be gained from this than the highs of the pleasure in itself - It will never be enough for her.

She reaches forward and kisses him flush on the lips, devouring his as she slips her tongue in. He bites into her lip and she tastes the copper of the blood bubbling through; he grabs her by the hair and pulls her up to meet his eye. “I said -”

“Please. Please, just… Please. Let me have this.”

He leans back and assesses her for just a moment before swooping in and taking her lips in his, no questions asked. And when he kisses her so, she can try to convince her little girl’s heart that this - what they have - is a lot more beautiful than it is meant to be.

The kiss makes her think that this is what the heavens would feel like, should she ever manage to meet the caress of a lover who’d love like she could, like she wants. A gentle and calm hand, a kind disposition that would care. But it does not last long. He is quick to wrangle her mouth away and join her forehead to his, breathing in the scent of her as she closes her eyes and wonders how this could ever be what she wants, wrestling with the contrasting realization that she has not been loved like this, not ever.

But is this love, really? This cannot possibly be love. No. She’s known love before. It is simple, easy and comforting. Nothing about this is.

She wants it just the same.

It is this thought that occupies her mind as she gets down on her knees. The stone cold floor and the ridges grate at her knees almost immediately, moving slightly as she bobs her head back and forth. She slowly but surely adjusts to his length, choking a little and allowing the spit to pool in her mouth, dripping down to her chin by the side of her lips. If she didn’t know better, she’d have mistaken him gently wiping it off with the tip of his thumb as affection.

She grabs his thigh with one hand and massages his stones with the other, her head continuing to bob back and forth relentlessly. His hands grasp at her hair, keeping the stray strands at bay as she reminds herself to breathe through her nose. She moves almost mechanically, forgetting him and his towering figure as she wonders. What do I look like to him? On my knees and eyes pooling with tears?

It is a common saying among the common folk - A King’s child will be royalty, and a whore’s child will be a whore. She is the daughter of a whore, and she hates that the words may hold true for her too.

Mama wanted for me to be more. Dignified and happy. She should not have died and left me alone.

She remembers a time when her mother had brought a friend of hers from the whorehouse back home. Her mother was a favorite amongst the nobility, and she’d entertained both the then-Prince Viserys and Daemon.

She’d become with child soon after, and had her. The idea of either man possibly being her father is sickening to her, given the position she now finds herself in. Of course, it will not matter much to them, with their Valyrian blood and queer customs - but it makes her want to cry her eyes out and worry about the kind of sickness she must inhibit to want Daemon Targaryen as much as she does despite the knowledge, despite the wrongness of it all. Her only consolation is that she has no Valyrian features. There is no way of knowing for sure, and she chooses not to entertain these thoughts while being aided by this realization.

“Good girl. Go on,” he moans. His voice immediately brings her out of her reverie, and the words are enough to send her conflicted conscience spinning on its head.

Good girl, good girl, good girl.

Her mother called her a good girl many times before she died. The connotations of the word when they tumble out of Daemon’s lips make her want to retch. He probably believes that the tears are because of her choking on him, but she knows.

Those words meant much and more to her once upon a time, but not anymore. The loss hurts her more than it should. A lost childhood, a happiness that slipped through her fingers through no fault of her own. A much happier and carefree time that is now out of her grasp.

Her thoughts are interrupted when Daemon pulls her up - a thread of spit flowing out of her lips as she adjusts to an empty mouth - and pushes her, caging her between him and the cold stone wall.

Good girl, good girl, good girl.

WHENEVER SHE THOUGHT OF THE TIMES that she got called a good girl, her mother was always the first to come to mind.

The city of King's Landing - she’d spent almost her entire life there before running onto the ship to Pentos - sprawled around them like a tapestry woven from the threads of countless lives. Towering structures of stone reached for the heavens, casting long shadows that danced across cobblestone streets worn smooth by time. The bustling crowd, a mosaic of colors and voices, flowed like a river through the labyrinthine alleys. The scent of roasted meats, exotic spices, and the ever-present stench of refuse mingled in the air, creating a symphony of odors that was, somehow, comforting in its familiarity.

Her mother worked at a whorehouse nestled amidst the chaotic and filthy heart of the Street of Silk. It was a place where laughter and merriment battled with sorrow and desperation, where secrets and pleasures were shared over wine, closed curtains and weak beds. As a child, she was vaguely aware of the nature of her mother's work, but she didn't fully grasp its complexities. What she did understand was that her mother often came home weary, her shoulders burdened by the weight of the world - or by bite marks and blooming violet bruises.

"Why would anybody bite you there, Mama?" she had asked once. Her mother had only chuckled, but she did not look happy. It always worried her. The bites always looked red, angry and painful.

It was the same bite mark and a line of violet bruises on her mother’s shoulder that she focused on today as she overheard her speak to her friend - another whore who worked at the same whorehouse. She watched as her mother exchanged quiet words with her friend, their voices a hushed whisper as they discussed their day.

“He does something magical with his mouth, Brenna. You would not believe it!” Her mother’s friend looked very happy as she giggled and recounted a story that she caught pieces and fragments of. The mother herself did not look happy, however - the little girl knew when her mother wasn’t happy. Don’t ask how, she simply did.

“I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The evening sun painted the walls with warm hues, and as the other woman departed, her mother sank onto the edge of the bed. a far-off look in her eyes and a heavy sigh on her lips.

Without a word, she fetched a basin of water, warm and soothing, and knelt by her mother’s side. Gently, the child removed her boots and began to massage her mother’s tired feet, her small, untrained hands working diligently to ease the discomfort to the best of her ability. The older woman closed her eyes, and a soft smile graced her lips as the tension in her muscles began to melt away.

In that moment, she saw her mother as more than just a tired whore; she saw her as a woman who carried the weight of their little world on her shoulders. The love she felt for her was immense, and it swelled within the child like a river after a storm. But the bite marks and the bruises still looked painful, and they still scared her.

And so, the child’s curiosity got the better of her, and she let the question slip from her innocent lips. "Will I have to work there too when I'm grown up? At the whorehouse?"

Her mother’s eyes flickered open, and a shadow of sadness crossed her face, barely noticeable but unmistakably obvious to her daughter’s young heart. She took a deep breath and then, with a gentle smile, replied, “Perhaps you won’t have to. Maybe you'll find a husband who'll love you more than anyone has ever loved me."

"But I love you a lot, Mama," the young girl said, her voice filled with innocence and devotion.

With a tender sigh, her mother pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her as if to shield her from the harsh world beyond that she was yet to see.

If only.

"And I love you, my sweet child," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You are such a good girl. You’re my little girl."

In that moment, the girl felt a profound sense of pride in being her mother’s daughter, in the simple act of bringing comfort to her tired soul. The city of King's Landing may have been a tumultuous sea of chaos, but in that room, with her mother's arms around her, she found her anchor, her safe harbor, and a love that she hoped would guide her through any storm.

HER BACK PRESSING INTO THE STONE WALL MAKES HER SHUDDER.

The cold sensation grating against her skin and the eerie chill of the night air make her weak in the knees. Daemon Targaryen’s cock moves against her cunt like it belongs there and nowhere else - the irony of that thought while his wife waits for him in her chambers close by is not lost on her, but she cannot deny how strongly she feels that the man is made for her.

Even if he truly was not.

His lips are immediately on hers, and she devours them for all that they are worth. She enjoys being kissed - it helps her feel wanted by him.

Even if she knew he did not.

Her hands move to the hem of Daemon’s linen undershirt, pushing it up, up, up until it is carelessly thrown halfway across the chamber. She only has one moment to get a look at his naked figure before he pushes against her and cages her between his towering figure and the wall once more. The feeling of heat passing through the pair of them and the smell of sweat and sex is intoxicating to her in a way that she struggles to put into words. Her cunt is wet with arousal as she whimpers into the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Time stops when they kiss. She supposes it is a beautiful thing, no matter how wrong it was.

Do things have to be right for them to be beautiful anyhow?

Her breasts are flush against his chest as he takes a hold of them, pinching her nipples until they hurt and she gasps into his mouth. He does not stop, however - her pain only seems to spurn him more, and she is ashamed to find that she is aroused as well. One of her hands travels above his neck and she tightly grips onto the root of his hair, pulling until he is in just as much pain and pleasure as she is. The other moves over the scarred planes of his back, almost as though she was mapping out a route to paradise.

The feeling of his cock pushing against her wet cunt sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, the blood rushing to her head and making her feel hazy. She lets the touches take her to the Seven hells - both the man and the circumstances making that their only possible destination.

She wonders if Laena Velaryon wishes for that too.

His cock pushes into her, stretching her walls so wide that she fears he may just split her into two. She needs a moment to adjust and he is generous enough to let her have it as his lips descend onto her neck, leaving her staring blankly at the bed as she breathes heavily. She cranes her neck just a little as she lets his cock settle in her.

And then, he moves.

She often believes that she lives with an aching sense of yearning and pushes through each day finding something to leave her feeling fulfilled. It is an empty feeling really, and the only time she ever feels like she is not a living shell of a woman is when he takes her. The feeling of being filled by him is one that always takes her by surprise - but unlike the other times that she's been taken unawares, this is something she welcomes.

“Yne drējī sȳrī jiōrā, talus. Sepār otāptan, sepār ñuhys ēdruryssy iemnȳ.” [You take me so well, niece. Just as I believed you would, just as I imagined.]

He always says these words whenever he enters her, and she never manages to retain them long enough to ask what they mean - the high of her peak always leaves her mind feeling like melted gold, taking away any chance for coherent conversation.

Is he referring to someone? Is he appreciating her? Is he saying that he loves her? Somehow, she knows it is not the latter. She won’t have to try and remember to ask tonight - she would find out soon what it is he has gotten out of this all these days.

Every thrust is punctuated by grunts and moans, with both of them hungry for more. She meets every single one of his harsh thrusts as one of her hands slips in between them both, circling and pressing onto her pearl like her entire life was dependent on the pleasure that came from it.

It made sense. The pleasure he gives her each time is what keeps her alive.

Each brush of his flush pink tip against a rough spot inside her cunt makes her eyes roll back in pleasure. He hits it with each thrust as he pounds into her, face always wearing a mask of pursuit - but of what?

What does he want from her?

Her hand on her pearl and his cock in her is swiftly building a pool of heat in her belly - no, not the blazing kind, but a warm kind. It builds, builds, builds and she flies, flies, flies until she can’t go any higher, and she lets herself go limp in his arms as her peak takes over her entire being.

“That’s it….” He grunts, pushing into her while punctuating each thrust with his words as he relentlessly pushes into her. “Good girl. Dāeremās, sȳres riñus iksā.” [Let go, you’re a good girl.]

She sees red as the pleasure washes over her, vision becoming hazy and rendering her incoherent for many a moment before she manages to bring herself back down to earth. And as the sights around her become clear again, she clings onto him and breathes while looking over his shoulder.

The world looks newer and brighter each time she comes down from the highs that he causes. And in this moment, his last words hit her like the stone wall that she stands in front of.

Good girl, good girl, good girl.

How can a pair of words remind her of what she was then and is now, all at the same time? How can these words hold so much power that they’d coax her into paradise and leave her there, lost and wanting for more, more, more?

She leans back and holds herself straight, looking into his eyes for only a short moment as she gathers herself. It is a deep sea of bright violet and she drowns, drowns, drowns.

She's been drowning in him and trying to catch her breath for a long while now. She's not sure if she wants to be saved - she wants a hand, and pushes it off too.

What does that mean for her?

Good girl, good girl, good girl.

The memory forms in her mind as Daemon Targaryen moves them both and turns her around to make her see out the window - fully naked. She braces herself with two palms holding onto either sides of the window as he pulls her backside to him and spreads her wide, leaving her glistening and sensitive cunt open for him to take once more. His hand moves almost softly over her rear as he enters her once more, this time purely to chase his own release.

“Good girl.”

KING’S LANDING WAS BUSTLING WITH TRAVELERS THIS TIME OF THE YEAR, and she was now fourteen summers old.

She had blossomed into womanhood, her youth adorned with beauty and a vague innocence - yet tarnished by the harsh realities of her life. She toiled at a tavern, where raucous patrons screamed sweet syrupy words at her, attempting to lure her away with their promises.

“I’ll show you a good time, lass! C’mere!” The man at the table said, patting his thighs and indicating that he’d like for her to sit on his lap.

She had witnessed her own mother endure such advances, and now, as a grown woman, she was the object of many a man’s desire. She was both confused and intrigued, for the attention made feel disgusted yet wanted at the same time.

On one seemingly uneventful day, she counted her earnings - four copper pennies - and began to try and do the addition to determine how much more she would need to settle her mother's debt with the ominous madame of the whorehouse that her mother worked at. Her brother was meant to bring home his pay too tonight, and the sum of their combined efforts held the promise of lifting their family from the pit of debt that had ensnared them. As she left the tavern to head home, the weight of her responsibilities hung heavily upon her young shoulders.

Along her path back home, she encountered a pair of inebriated travelers, their intentions dark and menacing. They seized her arm, grip threatening to harm her fragile spirit. In the midst of her fear, a figure emerged from the shadows, a protector amidst the dangerous chaos. It was Brynden, her brother’s Riverlander friend - she has secretly admired him for years. As she held onto the stone walls of the roads for dear life, he confronted the drunken men and drove them away from her.

She could not help the slight blush on her face as he checked if she was alright. Her mother once told her that she might find a husband that would love her - is this what love is?

Her young heart believed that it was.

Once he was sure that she was alright, Brynden brought her the news that he’d wanted to tell her. Her brother, it appeared, had squandered his earnings on ale once more and now lay incapacitated on the side of the Street of Silk after finishing an afternoon at a whorehouse. Determined to shield her mother from disappointment, she rushed to her brother's side, her heart pounding with a fervent resolve.

The smell of baked treats and food soon morphed into fragrant yet strong oils, wafting from half-naked women hoping to get a man to pay for their cunts. As she looked around, she finally found the whorehouse that her brother frequented.

She found him in a pitiful state, his speech slurred and incoherent as he mumbled in his inebriated stupor. Anguish welled within her; he would not be bringing any money home this time either. But despite her frustration, she could not help but love him. He was her brother, and the bonds of blood ran deep.

Gently, she guided him through the winding streets, their journey fraught with the weight of her responsibilities and the uncertainty of their future. He babbled on, his words a testament to his gratitude and admiration for her sense of duty.

“You’re a good girl, sister,” he’d said, his voice trembling with affection. “Good girl.” She pressed a tender kiss upon his sweaty forehead, her love for her brother transcending any and all disappointments.

As the night unfolded into dawn, she herself succumbed to the embrace of sleep, her brother beside her, a fragile moment of solace amidst the tumult of their lives. When she awoke, he was gone, vanished into the shadows of the city, never to be seen again. Her heart ached with longing, but she never harbored resentment. She waited, and in her waiting, she remained faithful to the last words her brother had spoken to her.

Good girl, good girl, good girl.

In the years that followed, she missed him every day. Her mother's health deteriorated, the weight of their struggles taking a toll. But she persevered, striving to be the good girl her brother believed her to be, even in his absence.

Those two words became a guiding light, a reminder of the love they shared, of what she always hoped to be.

THE COLD AIR HITS HER SQUARE IN THE CHEST, and she is made aware of how exposed she is.

Daemon’s apartments are located at the topmost floors of the Prince of Pentos’ home. From where she stands, with her naked figure holding onto either side of the window as he takes her from behind, she has a clear view of the city at night. Logs of fire are lit and fitted onto stone walls on the roads, and the blurred fiery orange is visible to her as she looks down at the city that saved her. Any passerby close to her can crane their neck up just a little, and see her naked in all her glory, from neck to navel.

Her breasts bounce as Daemon’s cock moves in and out, shining in the moonlight that her figure now obstructs, keeping the light from entering the dimly lit chamber. She lets out a strangled moan as he bullies her spot with each thrust, grunting and moaning in a mix of pleasure and exertion. The sweaty sheen on her forehead dries in the chill of the night air, and her line of sight is unstable with the way her head moves with the rest of her body.

“You like this, don’t you? For the entire world to see you spread out and wanting like this…” he says, with his lips nibbling on her ear enough to make her scream. “For them to know that you are mine. Fuck, fu-uuck!”

Mine, mine, mine.

Is it such a bad thing to be? In this moment, as she rolls her eyes back at wave after wave of pleasure and the rapid heat blooming in her belly once more, she supposes it is. She will hate herself for wanting this when they are done for the night - but she’ll cross that bridge when it comes.

Or burn it.

“Fuck,” she whispers as she loses herself. The shame of being put on display for every common man and woman to see is non-existent, but her heart drops at how she hates that she likes it.

A whore’s daughter is a whore too. How quickly had she given in, after all that she had done to escape a fate that wasn’t her doing?

With one particular thrust, she pushes forward a bit more than expected. She worries that she’s going to fall, fall, fall - the drop would be deathly steep and long.

She imagines what the fall would be like if her grip wasn’t tight. Her naked form falling down with her hands unable to find any purchase, flailing about as she is suspended in the air. She’d probably see all the bricks and windows in close view - perhaps, someone leaning against another window may scream as they notice her falling to what she hopes would be death, naked as her name day.

Would she be able to live it through if she miraculously and unfortunately survived that fall?

Almost as though he sensed her fear of slipping, Daemon’s hands move away from the loose grip they have on her waist. One hand snakes around her breasts and his forearm presses into her pebbled peaks, while the other cups her cunt and covers it from the cold completely. A fresh wave of arousal takes over her as he groans at the wetness that now coats his palm. The sudden warmth of his hand has her whining and moaning for more, and she moves, riding against his palm, wanting for more, more, more. It would seem that they are both insatiable tonight.

Daemon picks up the pace, his movements speeding up as she senses his desperation for release. She feels his cock hit her all the way up to her lower belly as the coil builds once more, giving her the excitement as she anticipates the sweet pleasure of release once more. She almost gives in right then, knees buckling and legs almost melting as she feels herself fly high, higher and higher still once more. Her peak washes over her in an instant as he pushes deep, her cunt only protected from the stone wall below the window by his palm.

It is a particularly long wave of pleasure that takes over her, making the hairs on her body stand upright as she struggles to stand on her own. Fire courses through her veins and her face is flushed as she finally smiles, drinking in the intense pleasure as Daemon’s thrusts get slower and slower until he spills in her too - a mix of grunts and moans as he falls apart.

The heady mix of sweat, slick and seed dripping down her thighs is enough to make her hazy and feel light in the head. Her head seems as though it is filled with cotton as her thighs quiver, making her experience relief like never before and she wants to turn and kiss him, hope to let the delusion that he loves her fester in her head a bit more and give herself the luxury of feeling genuinely loved for just a while as he-

“Good girl, Rhaenyra.”

His hands have moved away and he quickly pulls out of her, making her move forward. The stone wall hits the dark mound covering her cunt as she winces at the sudden emptiness - from both between her legs and her heart.

She’s lost her home, her memories, her happier days and a life that she loved. She’s lost enough and more for a lifetime. Daemon was never hers to be considered a loss, and she knows it too. And yet, as the realization that even his sex-addled, ill-meant compliments weren’t hers to own washes over her, she finds a lone tear slipping from her eye.

The salty taste on her lips feels like home.

Good girl, he’d said. To whom was he saying it, really?

TWO YEARS HAD PASSED SINCE HER BROTHER WALKED AWAY FROM THEIR LIVES, leaving an empty space that seemed impossible to fill. She was now a fully grown woman who was struggling to make ends meet in the bustling streets of King's Landing. Life had grown harsher with each passing day, and now, a shadow of illness loomed over their humble home.

Her mother had fallen ill, a fever that refused to break. She was too sick to continue working at the whorehouse, so they lived on scraps while the young girl’s earnings went toward settling their debts. She couldn't afford the services of a maester for her mother in the capital city, and the local healer's herbs offered little solace. Still, she continued to scrape together every copper she could find, pouring her earnings into the apothecary's pouch in a desperate attempt to buy her mother some time and relief.

Debt was a relentless specter in their lives. The madame of the local whorehouse hounded them incessantly, demanding the repayment of their debts. Her once cozy home felt increasingly suffocating, its walls closing in around them as they fought to survive.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, she returned home to a sight that sent a chill down her spine. Her mother appeared more sickly than usual, her brow damp with fevered sweat. She rushed to her mother’s side, her heart pounding with fear. She pressed her palm to her mother's forehead and felt the searing heat.

In her delirious state, her mother noticed her efforts to help and laughed softly, her voice a mere whisper. "Thank you my love, you’re a good girl," she murmured weakly, her eyes glazed with fever. The girl's heart ached, and she did what little she could to ease her mother's suffering. She prepared a hot bowl of soup and fed it to her mother, tears welling in her eyes as she watched the warm liquid spill from her mother's lips.

Good girl. The last words her mother had said to her.

The night passed in anxious vigil, but by morning, her mother was gone. She had wept bitterly, her tears soaking the tattered bed linens that held the memory of happier times.

Days later, the madame of the whorehouse came knocking, a cruel glint in her eyes. She had no sympathy for the loss, only an insistence that the debt must be paid. With ruthless determination, she thrust the girl into her mother's role, forcing her to walk a path that her mother had promised she’d never have to.

“Maybe you'll find a husband who'll love you more than anyone has ever loved me,” her mother had said once. The words had no power or weight as she braced herself to welcome the lustful drunks of King’s Landing with a closed heart and open legs.

Distressed and terrified, the girl found herself in a living nightmare. The once-bustling brothel became her prison, and her innocence was sacrificed to repay a debt she had not incurred. As the first man walked through the doors that fateful night, she realized that her life had taken a dark and irreversible turn, and there was no escape from the cruelty of King's Landing's unforgiving streets.

She remembered looking at the ceiling as she whimpered, the pain of being taken for the first time making her well up in earnest. The bed made a series of creaking sounds as she let him have his way with her, and the gold coin that he’d flicked at her abdomen afterward shined like nothing she’d ever seen before.

“Gold?” she whimpered, unable to recognize the shiny metal. She looked at the coin in awe, and the man laughed cruelly.

“Maiden whores are worth more than the usual,” he said.

In all her years living in the stink of the city, she’d never felt dirty - but she did now.

With each night, she caged her heart and saved up the money. On some days, it’d be a penny and on some others, it’d be a silver stag. Every coin saved would buy her escape and freedom. And one night, she finally ran.

Five silver stags for a journey aboard the first ship she could find. To Pentos.

Her job as a chambermaid at the Prince of Pentos’s home came to her as a kitchen maid took pity and took her in. For months, she’d safely worked and made more money. They provided her with a little chamber that she shared with the other maids, and food so her belly would never feel empty. She’d escaped the brothel and she wanted to believe that she’d made her mother proud. She didn’t know if she was happy, but she was her own person again - it had to count for something, regardless of how empty she felt.

Three months later, a silver-haired Rogue Prince made his descent on the palace grounds, atop the most terrifying dragon she’d ever seen - awakening what was dead in her once more.

DESPITE HOW ROUGHLY HE’D HANDLED HER JUST MOMENTS BEFORE, she felt as though she’d been doused with cold water.

Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra.

She’d believed that she was a blot of shame on Laena Velaryon’s marriage, but it would seem that a silver-haired princess - the Realm’s Delight, his niece - was doing far worse in her absence.

Had he been taking her from behind, hoping against hope that if he closed his eyes and thrusted enough, he’d be able to picture her?

She turns around, the thrill of being put on display while in the throes of pleasure wearing off of her. She walks over to the table near the fireplace with unsteady steps, and slips on the robe that he’d discarded - possibly before she’d stepped in. The wine pitcher invites her with open arms, offering her the comfort of ignorance and forgetfulness as she tries to wrap her head around finally finding out what he’s wanted all this time.

She wanted to be able to feel something, and he wanted to feel her. Neither of them wanted each other, and she supposes that the field is now even. Somehow, she feels a bit more powerful with the knowledge that she wasn’t just someone that he took mindlessly, but was someone who helped him satisfy what she now clearly sees as his guilty desires.

She must have known. Rumors of whores being asked to call him uncle as he fucked them dizzy have floated about before - she thought they were lies, but now she’s seen firsthand how true they are.

He was married to a woman whom he probably wishes was someone else. He was straying from his marriage vows with another woman, not even the one who he wished for. She wonders if Rhaenyra Targaryen knows how deeply she is wanted and loved.

She wonders if she will ever be loved the same way. A whore's daughter will also be a whore. Is she a whore now? Has she become what she tried to escape? And worse - does she genuinely enjoy it?

They accompany each other in silence, the only noise being the cacophony of thoughts in their own heads. He slips into his soft trousers and sits on the edge of the bed as she passes him a goblet of wine. She sits opposite him whilst nursing her own goblet, simmering in her thoughts as she muses about her life’s journey - from a mere happy tavern wench to a prince’s solemn bed warmer.

There is a knock on the door that brings both of them out of their reverie. The servant slips in when Daemon mutters his permission and she takes in the sight of them both before looking to the floor and murmuring words that are inaudible.

“Speak up, girl,” he says. As the servant maid breathes in, she has a startling realization. His Valyrian words, the ones that she did not recognize or understand - were they for Rhaenyra too? She does not plan on asking. She supposes she’ll never know.

“Lady Laena has begun her labors, Prince Daemon.”

The servant scurries out, leaving the door half open as Daemon throws his head into his hands. She sets the goblet aside and stands in front of him, taking his head in her arms and letting it rest on her robe-clad abdomen. Her hands run over his hair in a soothing motion, almost in a lover’s embrace. Almost.

In this moment, she can tell herself that what they have is more than just sin and adultery. In this moment, she’ll tell herself that what they have is not dirty, but beautiful.

“Go. She needs you,” she murmurs, the words once again reminding her of the precarious position she finds herself in. He walks away after dressing himself, and in the wee hours of the morning, the Prince and his wife welcome twin daughters - Baela and Rhaena.

Only four days later, she finds herself being summoned to his private apartments once more. She is now about to fuck a man who had not one, not two, but three girls in his life that he would disregard when he takes her - all in delusional pursuit of a woman who is half a world away. She hates what she is about to do, and she hates that she is already wet and wanting.

She wants him. Despite it all, she wants him.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Her mother and brother called her a good girl, once upon a time. Would they say the same about her now?

Somehow, she knows that the answer is not something she'd want to hear.

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starmocha · 9 days ago

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do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) [Zayne/Reader ★ 1655 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sharing notes with Zayne. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) A/N: Am I reclaiming the joy of Christmas or making myself miserable…yes!!! Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】

When Zayne had awoken one December morning, he had found a note tacked on his refrigerator under a Happy Snowman-shaped magnet. It simply had one question: Do you want to build a snowman?

He chuckled, amused by the playful random question. He searched around his home and found a small notepad. He wrote out this response and tore it off before tacking it onto the fridge under your note.

There’s no snow.

A glance at the clock and he realized he was about to be late for work. He quickly gathered his stuff and left his home, already missing you and anticipating your response.

You came home that evening and saw Zayne’s reply. You smiled, pleased that he had picked up on your little game, just as he always did. A pen in hand and a notepad in front of you, you sat at the counter, idly tapping the writing utensil against your face as you pondered a response.

Even though you and Zayne lived together, it had been a week since you both had properly seen each other outside of the occasional “hello” and “goodbye” in passing. The current conflicting schedules you both had robbed you of any quality time together, and you were starting to feel a little lonely, wondering if he felt the same.

You smiled wistfully, knowing this was just a temporary situation. When it was over, you planned on making up for lost time.

I didn’t ask that. Do you want to build a snowman?

You stared at the message, frowning, and then you quickly wrote down an additional note: (It doesn’t have to be a snowman.)

Smiling, you placed the note beneath Zayne’s message.

When it was five in the morning, you stumbled out of bed, yawning as you headed for the bathroom. Along the way, you fumbled in the dark and suddenly found yourself pulled into a familiar embrace, the crisp scent of peppermint waking you up more.

“Yes,” you heard Zayne’s voice before his lips claimed yours. Pressed up against the wall in the hallway, you felt Zayne’s hands cupping your face, all of his feelings poured into the kisses he lavished you with. “…I …mmhmm …snowman …with you…”

You moaned and gasped against his lips, the relentless kisses stealing your breath away. “Mm…ah…Zayne—”

“Five days,” he mumbled, his hands finding their way down to your hips, his hold firm but gentle.

The dizzying kisses in combination with your sleep addled brain left you a little slower than normal, unable to grasp what he had meant after the sudden whirlwind of emotions he had put you through. You could only let out a confused, “Huh?”

Zayne chuckled and kissed you a little more before he pressed his forehead to yours. “Five more days and my schedule will calm down again.”

Oh. You smiled. This time you were the one cupping his face. “Then we’ll be together again?”

“Yes, my love,” he answered, “And we’ll build as many snowmen as you would like.”

You giggled. “But what if there’s no snow—”

In the dark, you saw a light flurry of snow swirling and descending around you, the slight chill had you shivering against Zayne for warmth. You smiled again, eyes glancing from his open palm up to his beautiful gentle yellow-green eyes. “You’ll make it snow?”

His warm breath ghosted against your lips. “Yes,” he answered, “only for you, my love.”

Although you shared the same home, the distance had felt vast, seeing only each other in the brief instances when one would wake and the other was about to go to sleep. Now, you felt that distance growing smaller, each day you were closer and closer to resuming life together just as before.

You continued to leave notes before going to bed:

What did you eat today?

And he would come home, exhausted, but his energy would always renew at the sight of your handwriting. Always smiling and with a little laughter, he would scrawl out his own barely legible handwritten note, and tacking it beneath yours:

Greyson bought curry for me. It wasn’t as good as yours.

Some mornings, you woke up with him asleep next to you, unaware of when he had come to bed. His arm would always drape heavily over your stomach, making it a challenge to leave the bed without waking him. You always managed to succeed, and if he did stir, you would just gently stroke his head, your voice soft and soothing enough that he would be lulled back to sleep with just a few sweet words.

With a light kiss to his cheek, you would slip away and let him rest as you began your own day. There was always that delighted anticipation of seeing his responses, but occasionally, there was the sweet surprise of seeing his own message to you:

It will be cold today. Bundle up. And drink something warm today. I don’t want you getting sick.

Yes, Doctor Zayne! ♡

I’m ready to kick your butt in Kitty Cards, Zaynie!

Does Miss Hunter have some new tricks up her sleeves? I’m anxious…

How many macarons did you eat today? Don’t lie to me! I have eyes on you at the hospital…

Just three. (And one éclair.)

As you reread Zayne’s latest message, there was a brief bittersweet feeling that lingered. You wondered if all of these back-and-forth notes between you two were reminiscent of schoolmates sharing secrets in between classes. It saddened you for a moment to think of all the years you and he had missed out on growing up together.

You wondered how your lives would have turned out if you and he had been able to stay together. You thought of the afterschool snacks you would have shared. Trips to the arcade together. Late night study sessions. Early morning walks to school. Clumsy first kisses. Bittersweet goodbyes when he would graduate first.

You sighed wistfully. Looking down at the blank notepad in front of you, you only had one message you wanted to tell him:

I miss you.

There was a chill early in the morning, typical of December, and you shivered, feeling yourself waking up from a dream you were already forgetting. Feeling a shift in the bed, you started to become more alert. There was a sudden weight pressing you down, a familiar scent of peppermint tickling your nose, and then you heard a warm voice near you.

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

Blinking, you found yourself staring into Zayne’s eyes.

“You’re home…”

He leaned down and nuzzled his face against yours. He smelled like he had just come out of the shower. It was so refreshing and comforting. He murmured against your ear, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“There’s no snow—”

“Look outside.”

You blinked, confused.

Zayne led you to the window, opening the curtain and beneath the glow of a streetlamp, you saw snow gently descending and slowly accumulating on the ground. You turned around and smiled at him, shaking your head.

“No,” you answered, grabbing his hand and leading him back to bed. You both lay down, your body pulled into his. You stayed close to him, feeling his head lightly resting above yours. “I just want to stay in bed with you.”

He laughed softly. Zayne pressed a kiss to your head, his eyes closing as he murmured sleepily, “I’ve missed you too, my love.”

“You missed me a lot?”

“A lot.”

“For real, for real?”

He opened one eye, his brow lifting in skepticism. “What are you up to now?”

“Nothing!” You said quickly, making Zayne even more suspicious. You burrowed yourself into his embrace. “I’ve just missed hearing your voice as well…”

He laughed softly, as if in disbelief. He pulled you even closer to him, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Should I tell you a story?”

“Aren’t you tired?”

He shook his head.

“Liar.”

“Maybe I am,” he admitted, “But I also miss talking to you…”

You looked up. “How was your day?”

“It was normal, a little busy,” he answered.

“Did you eat on time?”

He shook his head. “No,” he said, a hint of guilt in his voice, “I had a meeting that went on a little longer than expected. What did you eat yesterday?”

You pondered, trying to recall your previous day. “I had a smoothie for breakfast, and then Tara dragged me out for ramen at lunch, and dinner—what did I have…”

He chuckled. “Take your time…I have all of the time in the world for you.”

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “I don’t want to be the only one yapping,” you said.

“OK, then let’s talk,” Zayne answered as he brushed some hair out of your face. He looked at you, as if he was relearning all of your features, remembering everything that he loved about you. He continued, “We’ll talk until we fall asleep.”

“First one who falls asleep has to make breakfast when they wake up,” you told him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You then reminded him, “I like French toast with mixed berries please.”

Zayne answered your challenge with his own smirk. “Oh? Is Miss Hunter going to beat me?”

You nodded eagerly.

He sighed. “I think so, too.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, sighing softly. “What do you want to do today? My time is all yours.”

You pondered and then you hugged him tightly. “This,” you answered, “Just being with you.”

“What a coincidence,” Zayne murmured, his eyes feeling heavier, “That was what I wanted, too.”

“What a match,” you yawned.

The world stilled, a quietness settling as the snow outside continued to gently descend from the dark sky. You lay in his arms, safe and secured, as if you two were living in your own snow globe, a world of your own making, created for just you two.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace x reader #zayne x reader #lnds series — dreaming of a winter wonderland #love and deepspace fanfiction #lnds fanfics #x — fanfics #ok i'm about half an hour past day 2 #but to be fair #i was at work for 9 hours on saturday #😔😔😔#but free zayne memory coming!!!!#that distracted me for a bit

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lady-of-blossoms · 4 months ago

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「 ✦ Whispers of heartbreak 2!✦ 」

Part 2

Part 1 part 3

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Gojo has ignored you for the past week, and has only payed attention to Rebecca

When you walk into your bedroom you get jump scared by seeing a woman lying in your and gojo’s master bedroom, the woman in question, Rebecca, was just reading a book.

"Rebecca??? Why are you in my bedroom???" You said perplexed voice.

"Oh, Y/N?, why are you here, in **my** bedroom?" she stammered out in a gasp

“What…what do you mean you’re bedroom?, this is mine and gojo’s bedroo-" you were in the middle of speaking but you get interrupted by gojo opening the bathroom door, looking like he just went out the shower

"Y/N? Oh, I probably forgot to tell you, this is mine and Rebecca’s room now" he said in a calm manner as her lays down and cups Rebecca’s waist

"What….No, this is my room…?” You said on the verge of tears, but you fidget with your nails behind your back

"No Y/N, not anymore, you can have the guest room" he said as he passionately kisses Rebecca’s cheek

That’s your breaking point, everything shatters but have you keep in because you’ve never been important to anyone. "Oh..ok, hope you guys are comfortable" you say while forcing a smile and leaving the room, as soon as you leave the room you sprint to the guest bedroom.

As soon as you arrive to the guest room you fall into the floor and you crumble completly, you clutch your heart through your shirt and sob, tears freely stream down your face, you think about how this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been infertile.

You take a razer blade out of your pocket, and then you start cutting, your delicate skin on your thighs and arms cut up and bleeding, the only thought going through your head is "who is gonna comfort me when blood is dripping down my arms and thighs". You end up falling asleep cuddling yourself and rubbing your own back, while clutching a test.

…..part 3?

Taglist: @kuro-chi69 @kalopsia-flaneur @aishies-stuff @luns-exlipse @anonnieghost @aqxllo @chatoicboy @sashisuslover @forever-war @nssatre @sukunaspillow @qashmer @labelt-san

PS: IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE RANDOMNESS IN THIS CHAPTER😭😔

#jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jjk headcanons #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo angst #infertile #infertility

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linkemon · 3 months ago

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Kalopsia (Jiaoqiu x Reader)

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ᴋᴀʟᴏᴘꜱɪᴀ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ. ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ 2.5.

Jiaoqiu stood on the cursed balcony.

He sadly realized that the balcony was not at fault. It was cursed only because he was standing on it. He and his thoughts, from which he wanted to escape, even if he couldn't.

The earth beneath his feet seemed to be his only connection to the world. And yet, in addition to touch, he had hearing. He twitched his furry ears. Jiaoqiu heard the familiar sound of footsteps. The rustle of clothes in the wind. He was like a prisoner about to be executed. Like when Hoolay had held him captive and he wasn't sure if he would ever be free again. With his heart beating wildly, Hoolay could easily end his life in a matter of minutes. And now, everyone was safe. Everyone Jiaoqiu loved was still with him.

He would do it again. He didn't regret the decision he made. Even though the pain of the poison tore his body long after he had taken it. It would tear it apart and put it back together just so it could destroy it again. Maybe that was why it was so hard for him to get up and just live now because he had partly accepted then that he wouldn't be going back. The fight was over. General Feixiao would take care of everything. He was the only one left in the place, with the darkness everywhere.

He had never noticed how beautiful Xianzhou Alliance looked. Until now, it had simply been a ship full of people. A place he moved around. The sight of which he only sighed over on exceptionally beautiful days, when the light swept over the wooden planks and the wind stirred the red bells. But now it seemed even more beautiful to him. Just like [Reader]. The one whose footsteps he heard from afar. Things we can't have always look more beautifull than they actually are.

She walked so wonderfully unaware. Rejoicing that Jiaoqiu was still there. In a few seconds, she would see. Everything he would never be able. Eyes wandering in search of a light he would never see again. Hands desperately searching for the railing that would let him know he was only a few steps away from the abyss. Ears catching sounds because at least he had hearing left. What she wouldn't see was his heart. Shattering into glass fragments. Into mosaic patterns that could never be put back together. Because once you destroy it, even if you try to glue it, it would never be the same.

He knew what she would tell him. That it didn't matter. She would be sympathetic to his condition but it wouldn't change how much she still wanted to be there for him. How could he explain to her that this changed everything? Every plan he had for the future that included her. All the moments he had put off. The later that would never come. Not everything could be done the same way without seeing.

What was it like to imprison someone? But not in the way Hoolay had. Back then, Jiaoqiu hadn't wanted to be in the place where he'd been imprisoned. What was it like to imprison someone at their own will? To stay and take away some of their life's opportunities. Because that's what he would have done if he'd stayed. But was it in any way his decision? Why would he have taken away [Reader]'s free will? He should have just said so and let her decide. Thinking that way, he was only slightly better than his own tormentors. He wanted to strip her of her right to choose.

Jiaoqiu had been hiding his face behind a fan for many years. To prevent his opponents from knowing his movements. Many thought so. He tried to make it look that way. But the truth was that the device was there to block himself off and cover him. From everything that tormented him around him. If someone can't see you, they won't see through you. They won't understand you completely. You won't have to worry then. It's hard to hurt somebody if you don't know where to aim. At that moment, he really wanted to take a set of red feathers in his hand and cover his heart. So that no one could ever hit it again. He didn't have to cover his eyes. No one would see the glow in his unconsciously moving pupils anymore. They were dead.

He felt naked. And not just in a metaphorical sense. It was as if someone had ripped the fan out of his hand and with it his clothes. Even if he covered himself with the thickest blanket brought by the guild's merchant ships from the other end of the galaxy, he would still be aware that he was wearing nothing underneath. He should think positively. That's what he always told everyone who left the clinic. Sometimes he even scolded people for complaining. He had shouted too loudly a few times. The fox wanted to tear his hair out. Jiaoqiu was a doctor. He shouldn't think like that. Who was he if he couldn't practice what he had been recommending to his patients for so many years? He wanted to curse the entire world. Even if it had been his own decision that had led him to where he was now. He would do it again and yet some human part of him hated him for what had come of it.

He took a deep breath. The ocean breeze filled his lungs. He wished he had more time to come to terms with the consequences but deep down he knew that probably no amount would solve the dilemma. He had to gather his courage and throw down his fan. He would have to say it. Give her freedom to choose and ask if she would willingly give it up. For him.

He pricked up his ears. A few more seconds.

Three.

Two.

One.

— Jiaoqiu?

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stanurines1mp · 4 months ago

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Summer Nights

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Zenin!Reader (she/her)

type: angst.

an: based on this post of mine. this was long asf 17k words but i separated it into 2 parts. uhh sm thoughts about gojo. also oml desperate gojo is so hot. gojo is so hot. i want him so bad. also i need gege to bring him back but also not but also yes. anyways, bear with me on this fic okayy

warnings: enemies to lovers-esque, forbidden love, one bed trope, angst, zenin!reader, DESPERATION HEAVY ON DESPERATION. i think that's it for part 1.

tags: @kalopsia-flaneur @bloopsstuff

Part two

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Being the strongest is everyone's dream but in Satoru Gojo's experience, almost nothing good ever came of it. He would know, of course. The strongest sorcerer, the bearer of the Six Eyes, lived with a mountain of regrets.

What did it mean to be the strongest if he couldn't save everyone? What did it mean to be the strongest if he ended up alone? What did it mean to be the strongest if, in his lifetime of darkness, he had to leave the only light in his life that stood in the shape of you?

Satoru Gojo was not just a victim of the title of being the strongest. He was also a victim of his ancestral rivalry with another one of the three great clans in Jujutsu society.

The Zenin clan was known for its strength, even surpassing the strength of the Gojo clan as a whole. But there is not a single person, sorcerer or not, that could surpass Satoru Gojo just yet.

You were the closest one to it.

When Satoru enrolled in the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu High, you were brought to study in the Kyoto branch. The only time you had ever had to interact with him was during the Goodwill Events that had taken place over the course of both your high school years.

Even then, neither one of you had gotten any closer past simple acquaintances. But, you had always held a deep dislike towards the bearer of the Six Eyes.

The Zenin clan may be known to the entire Jujutsu World but the workings of the clan were hidden beneath words of their strength. You experienced it first-hand.

Having been born a woman in the Zenin clan, you were doomed to a certain type of future from the start. Much like your mother and many other women in the clan, you were forced to succumb to a childhood of serving the men of the clan.

Falling victim to their selfish needs and desires, you were submitted to their way of life. Always having to listen to their constant rambles and complaints, you were trained to heed their orders like servants.

And since many in the clan held dislike and hatred towards Satoru, you couldn't help but share their sentiment, having embedded in you that you should hate the heir to the man who once killed your ancestor.

After high school had ended, Satoru became a teacher. Your own classmates had pursued their dreams and aspirations to become sorcerers.

You, however, were stuck with the system of your clan.

You were truly a strong sorcerer, bearing an extremely powerful cursed technique but you weren't a full-time sorcerer. Or rather, you weren't allowed to.

However, there were special cases in which a mission was much too difficult or complicated that the higher-ups would request a partnership from you. Oftentimes, you were partnered up with Satoru.

Satoru Gojo was a man of too many words. His laidback personality and carelessness often swirled your blood with anger.

His never-ending rambles about nothing often had you wishing your ears were torn off. His routine of disrespecting the higher-ups was truly insufferable, leaving you as collateral damage in certain missions.

But the one thing about Satoru Gojo that truly had you crashed out with an unknown mix of emotions was the fact that above all of that, Satoru Gojo remained a caring man.

Even to you, his supposed enemy.

The girl from the Zenin clan, yet another one of them that fell nimbly to the words of the sadistic men in power. He hated weaklings and you were one of them, in that sense. But he never seemed to hate you.

No one outside the clan knew how the women of Zenin were treated. But Satoru Gojo could have guessed. And his guesses turned to knowledge.

Since Satoru Gojo knew that, it would have meant that he knew you.

So despite your glares and hurtful jabs at him, he never took any of them seriously. If anything, he made sure you could always feel comfortable to act that way around him.

Even more than that, you've witnessed him in action countless times over the missions you were both partnered up on. Without even realizing it, you somehow grew a fondness in your heart in the color of his eyes, respect taking place somewhere in there.

But he was a Gojo.

And you were a Zenin.

You were both fated to be enemies, to hate one another.

You had to always remind yourself that.

Every single ti-

"Hi," his honey-trailed voice appeared in front of you, his lips wearing a cheeky smile while his hand splayed out in a wave.

"Where the hell were you? We were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago," you seethed, eyes sending him a glare.

"Relax," he dismissed with a wave of his hand before entering the car.

"Relax? We were waiting for 20 minutes!" you nagged, your words falling right into deaf ears.

You followed after him and took a seat, closing the door with slight aggression and annoyance to the man next to you who seemed to disregard anyone else's sense of time and urgency. You leaned your head on your fist, resting neatly by the door of the car.

Your eyes followed the blurred images of the road outside, pops of colors merely to you. In a few hours, the car halted to a stop, the sky already a deep shade of blue with brightened stars illuminating the night sky.

The door of the car clicked open as you pushed it away and took a step out of the vehicle, Satoru doing the same thing on the other side. You walked to the back of the car, meeting him there while your driver opened up the boot.

Reaching out, you took your bag and waited by the sidewalk. You sent a friendly wave to the driver, watching as he drove the dark-colored car away. Turning around, your gaze lifted to the modern building that was the hotel that had been booked for you and Satoru to stay the night.

"Oh, and just so you know, they only booked us one room," Satoru grinned, sparing you a glance with his covered eyes.

Your own pair of eyes widened upon hearing his words, scrambling to follow behind him as he walked first into the hotel. Part of you were skeptical, unsure whether or not you should believe Satoru's words.

But his words were proven to be the truth when you both reached the receptionist. Satoru handled the technicalities and you watched as the man handed the sorcerer two keycards.

The white-haired shaman turned to you and handed you one which you then took and kept in your pocket. Following the receptionist's words, you both turned the corner to get to the elevators, clicking on the 20th-floor button.

Silence crept upon you both as the elevator took its sweet time to reach the 20th floor but you were the first to break the silence.

"Honestly, why didn't they book us two rooms like usual?" You frowned, toying with the keycard in your pocket.

"Budget cuts," Satoru simply replied but you only met his eyes with a deadpanned look.

"Yeah, right," you let out a scoff, returning your eyes to the small monitor that showcased the current level of the elevator.

"It's the only room available," he chuckled lightly at your reaction. "It's a pretty famous hotel," he added to strengthen his words.

You hummed lowly in acceptance, eyes only focusing on the monitor. The elevator was cold and dimly lit with warm-colored lights and borders of carved wood.

Satoru's gaze fell to the floor temporarily before following your own pair of eyes to witness the white-colored numbers changing from one number to the next. A sharp release of air escaped your lips once the digital numbers displayed a precise picture of 20.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Satoru stayed behind to give you the way to get out first. He followed behind you as you led him down the cozy corridor, stopping in front of a wooden door that had a small plate on it with the number of your room.

You fished out the keycard from your pocket and held it gently against the metallic scanner by the handle. Instantaneously, the light on the scanner flashed a bright green color, sending a slight buzzing sensation against your fingers.

You turned down the handle and pushed it open, with Satoru immediately behind you. He placed his right palm against the wooden door, pushing it against the wall to ease you to enter the room.

A slight thud emitted from the door closing and you and Satoru took off your shoes before moving deeper into the room. The minute you did and noticed the arrangement of the room, you heard your bag meet the floor in a light thump as your jaw dropped in absolute horror.

"What in the actual fuck?" You twitched with disgust, your emotions emphasized with each passing word that slipped past your tongue.

You heard Satoru laugh from next to you, undeniably grinning like a smug little shit at your expression but it only made you angrier. One queen-sized bed was staring you right in the face, its neatness almost mocking you indirectly.

"It's just a bed, princess," he teased, walking past you and setting himself on the edge of the bed, only fueling your displeasure with that nickname he loved to use for you.

The first time he had called you by it, you were frowning at him like he was a creepy pervert inching to touch you. But he justified his choice of nickname by saying that in the Jujutsu World, you were the closest thing they would have as a princess.

It made no sense to you but apparently, it did to him. Though a lot of things were like that, you thought. Regardless, you were stuck with it.

"It's one bed, Satoru. One," you pressured, your eyes thinly glaring at him.

Like the concept of him calling you princess, this was yet another situation where you and Satoru did not make sense of things in the same way. He seemed unbothered whereas you were extremely bothered.

Shaking your head, you walked past the bed and towards the couch, placing your bag on the floor next to it. "Guess I'll take the couch, then," you mumbled with a shake of your head.

"Wait, what?" Satoru laughed, the sound a kind of harmony that washed over with familiarity but in the moment, it only added to your internal torment. "Don't be ridiculous, the bed is big enough for us both."

"As if I would ever sleep with you," you huffed, unzipping your bag to take out your toiletries and clothes for the night.

Curse the moon and the sky for having you live through this while bringing a short-sleeved t-shirt to pair with short shorts as your choice of nightwear to battle the heat of the summer night.

But you had no choice seeing as that was the only piece of clothing you brought for your sleepwear.

"Aww, you've thought about sleeping with me?" Satoru smirked with apparent humor.

You looked at him over your shoulder and scrunched your face in distress. "As if," you rolled your eyes, only earning a soft laugh from the man.

"But seriously, just share the bed," he persuaded gently, following your unpacking actions.

"I would rather step into Unlimited Void," you spat.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged though you couldn't see since your back was facing him but you could hear it in his words.

You hummed to yourself in approval and turned around, shock coursing through you upon noticing Satoru's fingers moving to unbutton his shirt.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" You almost shout at him.

"What?" He froze, taken by absolute surprise and clearly, oblivious to your discomfort. "I'm just tryna change," he shrugged mindlessly, not seeming to give a care.

"Go change in the bathroom, pervert!"

It was like Satoru's brain finally clicked to understand what you meant. Wearing his infamously annoying shit-eating grin, he provoked you.

"Don't tell me you're not the least bit curious, hmm?" His words buzzed through the room, taking a note lower than usual, his head slightly tilted in a suggestive manner.

You could feel your heart skipping a simple beat, suddenly finding it hard to breathe but you maintained your composure.

"Not. A. Single. Bit," you assured him with a pause in between words, arms crossed tightly against your chest and eyes challenging.

"Sure, princess," he clicked his tongue and looked away, somehow finally allowing you to breathe normally again but only for a moment since next, he took off his blindfold, revealing to you his familiar icy blue eyes.

It wasn't the first time you'd seen them but somehow each time, you couldn't help but grow a little feeling of jealousy at how beautiful his eyes were. But you would never admit that, especially to him.

Not in a million years.

You watched as Satoru spared you a quick glance with his angelic eyes before heading towards the bathroom. You stared forward, body frozen until you heard the bathroom door close and click with a lock.

Another sharp exhale escaped you as you turned around to sit on the couch, praying that the little thing could give you a good night's sleep. You began reading up the file for the mission tomorrow, hearing the water begin to run in the bathroom.

Once you had done your reading and research, you decided to scroll on your phone while waiting for Satoru to finish taking his shower.

Soon enough, the running water stopped and moments later, Satoru left the toilet, taking a step into the bedroom with his hair still damp, droplets of water falling onto the carpeted ground.

His towel hugged his waist almost loosely and just low enough for you to notice certain details that you should not be noticing. especially on him. You looked away quickly with hopes that he hadn't caught your staring but unfortunately, he did notice you.

As he always had.

Thankfully, he hadn't decided to torture you and remained quiet but his lips were pulled up in a toying smirk, proud of himself for being able to catch even the slightest bit of your attention.

You walked past him to enter the shower, leaving once you had finished refreshing yourself.

Satoru was laid on one side of the bed, his back upright against the headboard while his legs were stretched out in front of him, dressed in a simple shirt and sweatpants. His hair was undone, a few strands falling over his eyes that were focused on his phone.

Next to him was the case file for the mission, leaving you to make the correct assumption that he had been reading up on it to prepare for tomorrow. You walked over to the couch and took a seat, ready to go to sleep.

"Are you actually going to sleep there tonight?" Satoru spoke, his voice sounding a little annoyed.

"What's it to you?" You raised a brow, eyes unamused.

"We've got a long day tomorrow and that thing looks about as comfortable as a shoebox," he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I'll be fine," you shook your head and lowered your body into a lying position.

"You do not look fine," he stated, eyes unashamedly staring as you fidgeted to find comfort on the cramped furniture. You remained silent in spite but after a while of tossing and turning, Satoru couldn't take it anymore. "For goodness sake, just share the bed."

His voice was raised slightly in annoyance, causing you to sit upright with just the same amount of frustration. Your eyes glared at him, mind contemplating your decisions. But eventually, your eyes glinted in the form of defeat.

"Fine," you huffed. "Only because I'm tired," you added, walking over to the bed and placing your phone on the nightstand.

"Sure, princess," Satoru grinned in victory.

"Just make sure you stay on your side," you emphasized.

"Sure, princess," he repeated his words, a softer tone taking place as he watched you get under the blanket.

Satoru took the files that were in between the two of you and placed them on the bedside table on his side. You made yourself cozy and turned to lie on your right side, back facing Satoru.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were stuck on your back, the way your hair fell against the soft sheets of the pillow, revealing the nape of your neck.

Your skin showed all signs of softness, mending and warming Satoru's heart with the urge to reach over and grace it against the tips of his fingers.

His lips were parted as if ready to say something, anything, just to get everything out in the open. But his head shook slightly to remind himself of the situation that lies beneath his strictly professional relationship with you.

Because he was a Gojo.

And you were a Zenin.

He had to always remind himself that.

His mind troubled and clouded with hints of you, he got under the blanket, careful to heed your wishes of having him stay only on his side of the bed. He sent you a glance, noticing that you had already turned off the lamp on your side.

Leaning forward, he turned off the light and whispered softly against the summer air, "Goodnight."

Your heart fluttered in silence at the sound of his voice so quiet in the night, feeling so distant when he was barely a meter away from you.

"Goodnight," you responded with just as heavy of a voice as he held.

Perhaps the burden that colored your wish was the same kind that he had. But you couldn't think that.

You forbid yourself to think that.

Satoru remained lying on his back, occasionally taking side glances to your back that faced him. You were quiet, softly breathing in an attempt to sleep.

He had no idea how long it was that he stayed awake in the quiet night. It was really silent that it felt loud and wrong. He wondered if you ever lived any moment in silence.

"Hey, are you sleeping?" His voice was barely a whisper but you were barely a hand-reach away from him.

"I'm trying to," you persisted, a hint of annoyance taking place.

Satoru felt a small pang of guilt for disturbing you. He let himself forget about you for the moment, and it took so much to do that when you were just there, lying next to him.

But he settled soon, falling into slumber with peace.

Having slept alone for most of your life, you were a light sleeper, easily waking up with any hints of movement that did not belong to you. And you were asleep, you were sure of it.

But it didn't matter anymore.

Your eyes jolted open in horror at the weight on your arm. Satoru's hands gripped your arm harshly but there was a sense of gentleness underlying his skin that met yours.

You were about to turn around and wake him up to give him an earful for not staying on his side of the bed when you heard the rustling sound of him tossing and turning.

His breathing was erratic as his lips emitted mumbled words of gibberish. You turned slightly, noticing how his closed eyes were in panic, lips quivering in fear and his skin was glistened with sweat.

He was having a nightmare.

Worried, you turned, pushing away his hand that held onto you like a lifeline. You leaned over the gap that lay in between you both, your own fingers reaching over to his arm to try and hold him in place but failed since his Infinity was on.

You could only watch as your hand struggled to reach him.

"Satoru," you called softly at first but he showed no response, too entwined by the horrific pictures his mind conjured. "Satoru!" You called again, louder this time.

His eyes tore open with a desperate gasp, his body erratic before settling down. His brows were furrowed, his eyes glassy, blue color boring right into yours. He was in a state of confusion, reeling back his mind and body to calmness.

"Are you okay?" You asked, voice soft and gentle.

His eyes searched yours.

All he could find was safety in the eyes of his supposed enemy. He swallowed the lump that stuck to the back of his throat, his head slowly nodding but lacking any sign of assurance.

"I-I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, fixing his position to remain on his side of the bed, much like your previous request to him earlier in the night.

"It's fine," you shook your head, your eyes hazy as you returned back to lying on the bed.

This time, you stayed on your left side, your hands resting under your head on the pillow. You were facing him, watching him carefully as he turned to meet you in the quiet of the night. His eyes were hazy, fluttering to maintain his breathing.

You could sleep.

Forget it happened, turn around, and just go to sleep.

But instead, you stayed, examining his features with concern, almost refusing to look away until he showed even a shred of normalcy.

You could sleep.

But instead, you chose to ask him in hopes of getting his mind to return to safe comfort. "Are you okay?"

Your voice was soft and intimate, traits Satoru rarely received from you in a more normal circumstance.

But he was receiving that care now and he almost wanted to be grateful for having to relive a painful memory since it meant that he could be with you in this moment.

"Just a nightmare," he answered almost consumed by pain, his eyes blue in more ways than one.

"I didn't know the strongest sorcerer gets nightmares," you chuckle softly with a hum, a desperate attempt to lighten the mood.

His lips quivered slightly in a grateful beam but his eyes darkened almost immediately at the reminder of the visions he saw in his dreams.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You were hesitant, feeling your words slip out against the warnings in your mind.

You noticed the way Satoru's eyes widened with uncertainty, clearly taken aback by your question. His mind was wandering to find the words while his eyes searched yours for the familiar feeling of comfort.

"It was just something that happened when I was younger," he answered with a lingering doubt.

"If you don't want to tell me, it's okay. But if you do, I'm here to listen," you said, nodding a little as if to show your sincerity. "I promise not to be a dick about it," you joked.

Satoru let out a small laugh, it was laced with bitterness and relief at the same time. "When I was younger, there was this girl," he began, eyes looking everywhere but in yours. "She was a few years younger than me and she served for my family but really, she was more like a younger sister to me."

Your lips stayed shut, allowing him to further his story.

"One day, we were out and a Curse User was targeting me and ended up killing her," he finished with choked words.

"Oh my God," your lips emitted a soft gasp, your forehead frowning. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," he shook his head, playing it off but it was clearly lingering heavily on his soul. "It's just- I should have saved her, you know? I should have been able to. I'm the strongest."

"You were just a kid," you said gently.

Your words had acted as an anchor, taking him away from his thoughts of self-loathing. It was enough for him to meet your eyes again.

"You are so much more and so much less than the strongest," you whispered. Your feelings for him that you had been trying to ignore and suppress poured out with just a single call of his name, "Satoru."

Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer, the bearer of Six Eyes.

But even he fell victim to your words.

His eyes leaked tears, surprising himself. But what could he do?

He should be the strongest sorcerer. But you said that he was more and less than that.

Satoru couldn't take away his eyes from you even if he tried but in what world would he ever try to do that?

But you thought that his eyes were the ones that were alluring, pulling you deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of your feelings for him, clinging onto some sort of comfort in this world.

Your hand shifted from underneath your head, slowly stretching out to him, hoping to reach him but you were stuck. Like earlier, barely inches away from his skin, your palm was stuck in the infinite way time moved around him.

With your eyes longingly staring into his, you begged, "Your Infinity. Please, turn it off."

Who was he to deny you of your wish?

A smile graces your lips momentarily, your heart skipping a beat when you no longer feel the buzz of Infinity against your skin. Just a second further, your hand ghosted the skin of his cheek.

The tips of your fingers gently traced his skin while you shifted closer to him, feeling him stiffen under your touch before relaxing.

"I'm sorry, I've never cried in front of anyone like this," he stammered out his words, his breathing shaky as he felt closer to you.

"I know," you nodded. "You're always such a pain in the ass," you added with a soft laugh.

Satoru's lips were tugged in a small smile as he sniffled. "Shut up," he said, nuzzling into your hand that rested against his cheek.

"Satoru," his name slipped out your tongue in such an effortless manner, that he thought he was named Satoru specifically for you to say it.

"Hmm?" His hum took a tone higher, desperation entangled in his breathing as his eyes fluttered.

He couldn't help the urge he felt, the need to do more than just feel your touch.

His own hand traveled to yours, holding onto your wrist. His head turned slightly, placing a soft kiss on your palm next to his cheek while his eyes held contact with yours.

"What is it?"

Your breath hitched, feeling the gentleness beneath his kiss on your palm. It was reeling you in towards him in all the ways it shouldn't.

"We both hate each other," you repeated into the air between you two.

But it was useless.

That air that you breathed into was filled with longing desperation and need for each other. Your words were meant to convince yourself more than it was meant for him.

But it wasn't working, right?

Still, Satoru only smiled, his voice low and gentle as if anything louder could ruin the undisclosed passion held tightly in a string between both your souls.

"Yeah, we do," he nodded, pulling your hand away only to lift it slightly while he turned to place yet another kiss but on your wrist this time. "But, you're still here, with me. And that- That means something to me," he confessed.

"Satoru," you whispered sweetly.

Your mind was hazy with the feel of his lips on your skin, leaving you almost desperate with want. He was feeling the same way, if not more.

He swore he could never get tired of hearing the way you said his name, so sweet and gentle. It was truly meant for you.

Satoru looked at you expectantly, eyes filled with vulnerability. He gently guided your hand to rest on his chest, pressing it against his heart.

"Can you feel me?"

His heart was beating against your hand, the pace taking a quicker one as the frequency shifted into emotions. You nodded, realizing and understanding everything that he felt, mirroring your very own.

You could hear your own heart beating in a synchronized rhythm.

"Say something," he pleaded, adding, "Please."

Your brows furrowed as you allowed yourself to stare into his eyes. "We- We shouldn't be this way," you slurred.

His forehead creased, his hold on your wrist tightening slightly. "What way?" He asked with his voice unsteady and feigning ignorance just to keep this moment alive. "We're just talking."

You feel a sliver of courage consuming you as your eyes flickered momentarily to his lips. Using your hand on his chest, you pushed yourself further above the bed to meet him.

You felt just slightly the way the tip of your nose brushed against his, creating warmth as your lips only merely ghosted over his.

"This way," you murmured, your lips moving on his but not kissing him just yet.

Satoru froze, his eyes fluttering shut as he instinctively leaned into your touch. "It's- It's bad, right?" His voice trembled, hopeless in his need for you.

"Y-yeah," you nodded, remaining where you were against him. "But," you trailed, your heart growing louder in your own ears.

His eyes opened to meet yours, confused yet longing endlessly, a hand of his reaching to tuck your hair into the back of your ear before resting it on your cheek, fighting his selfish desires to pull you straight into his lips.

"But what?"

You closed your eyes, your voice choked as if about to cry. "But I want to kiss you so bad right now," you begged, letting your gaze fall on his lips.

His heart began to race, faster than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. His resolve was already crumbling and you weren't making it any easier on him.

There was nothing but a burning ache in the way you held yourself against him.

"I- I want to kiss you, too," he confessed, shaking as he did so. A moment passed and he worded, "But we can't."

You shook your head, knowing that he was right. "We shouldn't," you said.

But you wanted to.

He wanted it, too.

But he was a Gojo.

And you were a Zenin.

You had to always remind yourself that.

And you were reminding yourself at the moment.

Still, nothing seemed to matter to you in the heat of the night when you were on the bed, only a lean away from Satoru's lips that seemed so inviting.

You knew it was wrong.

More than the fact that neither one of you had the capacity for such a connection in life, you were meant to be enemies.

Be that as it may, you still wanted more.

You wanted him.

And you wanted Satoru to kiss you anyways, damn the world.

You wanted him to tell you that he didn't care, that he wanted you more than he cared about your family.

But he didn't say that.

Instead, he nodded and pulled away, placing your hand on the bed, in the growing gap between you both.

"You're right," his voice was quiet and defeated. "I'm sorry."

You wanted to cry, but you didn't. You only nodded and turned around, letting your back face him. "It's okay," you uttered silently.

He watched with his heart aching, his own mind screaming at him. His hand instinctively reached out to you, as though he wanted to pull you back.

To have you meet his eyes.

But he refrained.

"Goodnight," he let out softly, his voice was heavily laced with defeat and self-loathing.

"Yeah, goodnight," you replied half-heartedly, feeling your eyes start to rain tears that fell onto the pillow sheet.

Satoru was fixed on your back, noticing the way your shoulders were shaking ever so slightly. He could hear faint sounds of your sniffling that you tried your hardest to hide from him.

And it broke his heart.

He was overwhelmed with guilt but he knew things wouldn't end well for you if he had done what he truly wanted to do. But he wanted to comfort you, to hold you close and never let you go.

But he was a Gojo.

And you were a Zenin.

He had to always remind himself that.

Every single ti-

"Satoru," you whispered, frozen in your position, fearful to face him in such a vulnerable state.

He hesitated, his heart racing whenever you would say his name in such a whisper. It drove him crazy.

And he should probably ignore your call, but he couldn't.

He gave in to the devil on his shoulder, almost giving in to all his selfish needs. His arms slowly snaked around you, wrapping them around your waist.

He pulled you closer against his chest.

"What is it?" He asked softly, his voice hoarse with a mix of emotions that were too jumbled up for him to even comprehend.

"Nothing," you sighed, body stiffening under his hold as you attempted to push his arms away.

But Satoru refused, selfishly tightening his hold on you.

"Don't," he murmured, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck as he pulled you flush against him. "Just- Stay like this, please," he pleaded, his words almost muffled by your own skin.

You relaxed against him, nodding as tears escaped you. "Just don't get another nightmare," you uttered softly, feeling him nod in the crook of your neck.

Satoru let himself rest, continuing to hold you tight, never intending to let you go if he could have it his way. His eyes fluttered shut, tickling the skin of your neck as he did so.

He inhaled the scent of your shampoo, lavender, and rosemary heavy in his nose. There was peace resonating around your being and he felt content just being there, holding you like this, even if it was only tonight.

He had never felt anything like that before. As you drifted off to sleep, he held you closer, his heart settling happily in his chest. Listening to your soft breathing and little snores, Satoru could feel exhaustion catching up with him and soon, he fell asleep, his arms loosely around you.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, you woke up and escaped his arms. So you lay down on your side as you faced him, watching him sleep.

He was peaceful in his slumber, clearly unaware of your gaze. He seemed relaxed, lips parted as he breathed softly and you were glad.

You studied his features, noting how many freckles graced his skin and committing every detail to memory, afraid to never be able to see him this closely again. His white strands fell so beautifully across his forehead, his chest gently rising and falling as he breathed.

Your eyes of admiration adored him truly, your hand hesitantly reaching out to him. A moment of fear washed over you, fearful that his Infinity would get in the way like how it had earlier in the night.

But a grateful sigh was elicited from your lips once your soft fingers felt him, tracing them over his cheek while you prayed that he wouldn't wake up.

He stirred slightly, eyes fluttering beneath his eyelids, causing you to freeze, your breath caught in your airway and your fingers stopped in place.

After a moment, he settled again and you breathed a sigh of relief as you pulled your hand to rest it under your head. There was a small smile tugging at your lips as you relished the sight of his beauty.

Soon, you fell victim to slumber just as he had.

Within a few hours, Satoru woke up, finding himself under your hold. You were curled up against him, your arms wrapped around his waist and your head resting on his chest. You were still asleep, not at all noticing that he had woken up despite his body stirring slightly.

It was weird, he thought.

You had mentioned before that you were a light sleeper yet here you were, oblivious and asleep. Not to mention, you had easily woken up earlier that night when Satoru had a nightmare.

But you were still against him, your head nuzzling further into the warmth of his chest, the blanket entangled between both of your bodies.

Satoru used this opportunity to wrap his arms around you, almost protective as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the smell of your lavender and rosemary shampoo, scents that now had become a familiarity to him.

He had no idea how long he stayed like that but he did not care.

If life would for once be kind to him, he could live in this moment forever but life was not that generous.

Because eventually, you woke up, your eyes being met with the color of Satoru's shirt. He allowed your body to shift slightly, his heart skipping a beat when you didn't push him away immediately. His gaze lowered, meeting yours that were tilted up.

"Hi," he greeted softly with a smile so beautiful and genuine that for once reached his eyes.

It was the first time you'd ever seen him this happy.

Your eyes blinked a few times, your mind still foggy and confused. "Hi," you said. "What are you doing?"

His grip on you tightened but it was still so gentle like he was afraid to let you go but also afraid to hurt you. "I should ask you the same thing," he said, his lips grinning with a glint of teasing in his eyes. "Why are you wrapped around me like a little vine?"

"Hmm?" You shook your head, not really understanding him. "What are you talking about?"

His lips parted as he let out a small chuckle, finding your cluelessness and fogginess from having just woken up cute. He looked down to where your arms were wrapped around his waist.

"You're hugging me," he pointed out, causing you to follow his gaze. "I guess you did it in your sleep. When I woke up, you were already like this," he explained softly. "And I'm not pushing you away," he admitted, his face flushed.

"Oh," you muttered, nuzzling your head against his chest as you closed your eyes. "Can we stay like this a bit longer?" Your voice was soft, almost as if you were afraid of doing such a thing.

And maybe you were.

Because you knew you shouldn't.

But there he was, so gentle with you and so warm in all the right ways, you couldn't help but allow yourself to be a little selfish. And Satoru was shocked that you hadn't pulled away.

If anything, you only pulled him closer to you.

"Just a little longer, okay?" He whispered above your head, nodding gently as he placed a kiss on your hair.

You took in the warmth that Satoru could provide you, the kind of warmth you lacked over all your years alive. A shaky breath escaped him, his fingers gently carding through your hair as he got lost in thought only to pull himself back to reality.

Because his thoughts were depressing, reminding him over and over again that neither of you should be doing this way.

Whereas in reality, he was holding you and you were holding him.

Even if it would end soon and never happen again, he didn't care.

At least he got to hold you, to feel you against him.

But that ended, not long after, when you finally pulled away from him and he had no choice but to let you go, arms dropping to his sides as he sat up.

Avoiding your gaze, he reminded, "That can't happen again."

You mimicked his actions, sitting upright against the headboard. Your knees were folded, brought up against your chest tightly as your arms hugged around them.

You looked down but nodded in agreement. "It won't."

He nodded, his jaw clenched with regrets but he knew this was for the best.

There was not a universe where the two of you could actually be together.

He got off the bed and walked over to his bag, creating even more distance between the two of you. It was a distance that he hated.

He wished to just turn back and kiss you deeply until neither of you could breathe. But doing that would only hurt you in the end.

You were the one trapped under the claws of the Zenin clan.

"I'm going to take a shower," he informed, his tone plain and blunt.

"Okay," you mumbled quietly, waiting until he entered the bathroom before letting your head fall to the valley between your folded knees, tears slowly escaping as you cursed at yourself for having lost your composure and allowing yourself to care for him.

Satoru let the water run through his body, wishing it was your hands instead. His body fell limp, leaning his back against the bathroom wall, his head tilted back to rest as well.

His eyes were closed shut, his emotions overwhelming him. Hidden by the loud sound of the shower, he hit the back of his head against the wall, his lips emitting a curse of both pain and frustration.

He knew he had to pretend it never happened. He had to return to his usual self whenever he was with you, in a professional manner. And you knew it, too.

You had to go back to hating him.

Satoru soon emerged from the bathroom and you immediately walked past him to shower. You didn't even spare a glance at the man, worried you wouldn't be able to control yourself when seeing him in such a suggestive state.

"Hurry up," he reminded you just before you could close the door.

"I will," you replied with a hint of annoyance in your attempt to return to your Satoru Gojo-hating self.

At your tone, Satoru couldn't help but let a bitter smile adorn his lips. You were trying to return things back to normal, too. This was all for the best, right?

But if it was for the best, then why didn't it feel right at all?

Once he got dressed, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone to check if there were any updates about the case.

Once you got out of the shower, already wearing your uniform, you took a seat next to him but there was some distance, both of you careful not to recreate the scene from the night.

"Any updates?" You asked casually.

"No," he shook his head and kept his phone in his pocket.

"Shall we go? We could grab breakfast on the way to the location," you suggested, finally turning to meet him.

And for once, you were glad that he was wearing his blindfold, obstructing your view of his eyes. He looked at you with an unreadable expression before nodding in agreement.

"Sounds good," he shrugged with his lips pursed.

The both of you stood up and he let you walk first, following behind you right after as you put on your shoes and opened the door.

The elevator ride was just as slow as it was last night, the numbers staring back at you mockingly as if to remind you just how silent and still everything was and how big the confinement was yet you felt too cramped, stuck with Satoru.

You bit your inner cheek, your fingers fumbling with the hem of your uniform nervously. Your eyes fluttered in relief when the elevator stopped somewhere on the 11th floor, the doors opening up for a family of 4 to enter.

The woman flashed you a bright smile as she led her daughter in by the hand, her husband and their other daughter following suit. But that relief you felt was truly just a momentary occasion when Satoru neared you, making room for the family.

Satoru's hand was slender as his fingers wrapped around his phone, his left hand buried deep within his pocket while his right foot pressed up against the elevator wall to rest. He was the definition of casual, you thought.

But when the family of 4 was settling and the doors of the elevators were closing, Satoru's head turned and his gaze fell on you. Behind the fabric of his blindfold, his eyes had widened to see that you were staring up blankly at him already.

His lips relaxed into a soft smile but it faltered once he realized that, unlike his eyes, there was nothing to cover his lips.

Your eyes blinked a few times before letting your gaze fall forward, hints of disappointment on the tip of your tongue when you felt his Infinity acting as the barrier between you.

The elevator let out a ding to announce that you had arrived on the ground floor. You and Satoru waited until the family got out first before taking your own steps.

Walking past the lobby doors, you and Satoru were silent. The air felt fresh but the summer heat did make itself known as you walked past shops, eyes peeled for a cafe.

"What about this?" Satoru stopped, gesturing to the cafe.

"Sure," you shrugged mindlessly, following behind him as he opened the door for you to enter. "I'll go find a seat, just get me whatever," you murmured lowly, earning a nod from the man.

You found a table that had two empty chairs and took a seat. After some time of scrolling meaninglessly on your phone, your head perked up, looking around as you realized that Satoru was taking too long.

Concern colored your eyes that scanned the front of the cafe and you noticed him, standing in all his tall beauty, his white hair poking out as his back faced your direction. Tilting your head a little, you could watch the scene unfolding from the distance.

His right palm was leaning on the counter, holding his weight above it. His lips were tugged in a friendly grin, gaze towards the cashier.

The woman behind the counter wore pink cheeks, her lips cheeky and excited. You lowered your gaze slightly, noticing the way the woman's hands were atop Satoru's.

His lips were moving, telling the woman something that caused her to blush even harder and laugh louder in a squeaky giggle. You couldn't help the way your eyes rolled obnoxiously as you watched the scene from your seat.

Bubbling up under your skin, jealousy took place and spread itself all throughout your body. If only your cursed technique could do more than just manipulate frequencies, like maybe allowing you to have some sort of super hearing so you could listen to their conversation.

But you couldn't do that so instead, you only returned your gaze to your phone when Satoru was beginning to leave the counter. You pretended to be surprised by his arrival at the table, sitting across you as if you weren't literally watching the way he was unashamedly flirting with the cashier.

"What the fuck are these?" You blurted, deadpanned as you looked at the pastries to the man sitting in front.

"Breakfast," he quipped happily, taking a peach strudel happily.

"Satoru, this is not breakfast," you blinked, watching the way his lips fell like a sad puppy, the sight cute as it caused your heart to flutter warmly.

"What do you mean?"

"They're all sweet," you frowned with raised brows.

"Yeah. I eat stuff like this every day."

"For breakfast?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"That cannot be healthy," you exhaled, shaking your head slightly before reaching for the plain butter croissant to start with.

He enjoyed his 'breakfast' happily and silently just as you did, your eyes wandering the cafe to watch other customers. You thanked the waitress when she came over to place both your drinks and you smiled softly upon tasting the bitter taste of the hot cappuccino with vanilla syrup.

"How'd you know this was my favorite?" You hummed while taking another sip of the hot beverage.

"You told me once", he said casually, leaving you dumbfounded but appreciating his gesture.

Silence took place as you both finished your breakfast and left the cafe and you definitely couldn't ignore the cashier's overly excited voice as she thanked you both for coming.

The walk to the location was silent, too, which was uncharacteristically Satoru.

You had always known him to talk your ear off but his lips were pursed in a thin line. And surely, you knew why.

But you definitely didn't know that he was fighting the urge to just press his lips against yours. You were always complaining to him that he talks too much, surely you wouldn't mind shutting him up that way?

He shook his head, regaining his senses of reality. Thankfully, the both of you had arrived at the abandoned warehouse that was said to be the headquarters for the cult you were investigating.

"I'll go in first while you put up a Veil," Satoru instructed, earning a nod and an eye roll from you due to his spatting of orders. "Follow up after me."

"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure," you uttered before watching the sky and the surroundings take a darker color to resemble night.

You left your spot to go and find Satoru, soon finding him hiding behind a wall. "I think those are the followers," he informed, allowing you to glance inside and see many people standing in white cloth.

Both of you watched the followers of the cult begin to ascend the stairwell in a line, much like predicted.

"I'll check to find out how many guards there are." You closed your eyes, letting your ears trace the trails of cursed energy by listening to the frequency. "There's about 3 guards in each wing," you pointed.

The plan went smoothly and the mission ended successfully though it was nearing night, not a shocker to anyone considering that it was you and Satoru who handled the case.

You both headed back to the hotel, ready to pack your things and go home but your tracks were frozen in place as your hands flew to cover your ears, a ringing pain appearing.

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OMG WELCOME BACK!!! I hope you're doing well 💞

Hii yes currently redesigning da bois also new logo era 😸

Tiny sneakpeak of redesigned cain btw 💙

#🐭 rat man rambles #⚜️ about cain #💜 kalopsia vn #yandere visual novel #yandere boy #yandere

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Hey do you know any other mermaid/siren whatever of the water merfolk sort IF's? because there aren't a lot

I also loved as the ocean lures, hope to see more of it in the future

thank you so much! I hope to write more of it in the future 😂

As for mermaid/siren/anything water-like creatures, I’ve got a few. Most of them are just intro posts and ones with demos that are pretty short, so I’ll split it up into two categories along with their tumblr blogs. There are some finished ones as well but you’re going to have to pay for the entire game so I don’t know if you’re going to want to pay in order to read the whole thing. I won’t put it but I can add some if you’d like!

I don’t really follow VNs so you’re just going to get text-based games. Sorry about that 😅

There was another demo for a game called Kalopsia but it seems to have been deleted. And there’s another game where you’re found and then saved by a captain. Both were on itch.io but I can’t find either one.

Demos

Abysm’s Veil [thread] by Jacic (inspiration for ATOL, about the rusalki)

The Sea Maiden [thread] by Jacic (they have some other games but they’re short if you really want to check them out!)

Beyond the Waves by @allthatwrites (inspiration for ATOL, related to The Little Mermaid)

Voiceless: A Siren’s Song [thread] by Fare (MC is not a mermaid but they can help one!)

Disenchanted by @disenchantedif (you can choose to be a siren)

Drown With Me by @barbwritesstuff

Siren Call by @darkpetal16 (it’s based on Undertale and while MC is not a siren Sans definitely is)

Intro Posts

…And I Am Undone by @fakeyellow (short story based on Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Mermaid)

When Silence Speaks by @whensilencespeaks (seems to be on hiatus but the idea is really interesting!)

In Deeper Tides by @indeepertidesif (Disenchanted spin-off)

Through the Waves by @throughthewaves-if (this just came out recently and honestly I wouldn’t have known about it if I didn’t look at Zee’s reblog of it!)

I know there’s more, but I just don’t remember them or have yet to see them. If there is, please let me know!

There are some other IFs that are water related like @riptide-if (which is surfer related) but they’re not about mermaids or sirens.

Also, here’s interact-if’s list of mermaid IFs or water-related stuff if you’d like to take a gander. You can also just look up forums and Reddit for any mermaid recs. I’ve seen a few posts for them and people have given some. But I think I’ll cap it off here.

I’m so sorry to all the people I’ve tagged, but it makes it easier for people to just go to your profile and look at the amazing things that are cooking right now. Also because I’ve been making this list for about an hour and a half nonstop and I’d like to give my hands a rest 😅

(although I will tag @elegantunknownphantom as Zee probably has some IFs too that I didn’t list)

#if recs #mermaid ifs #why was this way longer than I expected-#sorry about the word vomit

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KALOPSIA ✦ DR3

Kalopsia, a Greek term that encapsulates the enchanting phenomenon of seeing something as more beautiful than it truly is. In matters of love, kalopsia paints an exquisite portrait of romantic delusion— a state where the heart, intoxicated by affection, transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. It's the magic that turns a shared gaze into a symphony of stars and a simple touch into a dance of cosmic forces. In the realm of kalopsia, love is not just seen; it's felt in the kaleidoscope of emotions that color the world with a unique, intoxicating brilliance.

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ PIT BOARD: social media au | ✦ FC: becky g

✦ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, fluff, mentions of sexual acts, age gap, language, internet meanies, angst if you squint.

✦ MAY'S RADIO: Holii loves! Happy Valentine's Day in advance to those who celebrate! ❤️ And to those who don't -like me- Happy Galentine's Day! Feliz San Solterín! or, Happy random February day! 🙈 Here's a little treat for y'all! I know it's been almost two months, and I'm so sorry! But I got a new job and it's been stressful ngl + my work hours aren't the best and I get home super late. So please, have patience with me and with the next chapters! I haven't given up on this and I have so much planned 😊 Let me know what you guys think of this chapter! ❤️

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pauljasonklein didn’t trip once yay! yourinstagram ily lil sis! “i quit drinking” out everywhere now x

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user2 userig we are totally jamming y/n tomorrow, you better be ready

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user5 isn't this the dude who she cheated on her bf with last year? lol

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danielricciardo Being your co-pilot on this is a mix of thrill and questionable decisions 🤷‍♂️ Let's do it all over again, shall we?

yourinstagram "questionable decisions" is all you 🙈 I'm an angel 😇 landonorris wasn't lucifer an angel? yourinstagram mclaren come pick up your kid, it's past his bedtime mclaren 👀👀👀

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user5 does she have to flaunt every little message he leaves her? those are personal, attention seeking behavior lmao

user6 look at my pookie floating in the river 😍 I also wanna be held by daniel while I sit on his lap 😭

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My post of this couple on Friday was my biggest of the day by a mile! Will it be again today? Fellow Western Australian Daniel Ricciardo and Latin Superstar Y/N L/N arriving together for Saturday's Sprint Race (1st. photo) where Daniel managed to finish 3rd., and were seen again this morning walking around the Italian paddock before the race, where Daniel starts in P2.

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user love their height difference 🥰 i wanna put her in my pocket 🤏🏽

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user3 This is just ridiculous her mind and her style and how cute she is, beyond anything else on the grid

user4 She is a wannabe singer following him like a dog to every race.

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jensonbutton Ricky Bobby did it again!

user "Monza is for the dreamers" WHY AM I CRYING SO HARD?? YOU'RE SO RIGHT Y/N

landonorris That was fun, let's do it again but I'm coming first next time danielricciardo

userA WHAT DID HE SAAAAAAY??!! 👀👀 maxfewtrell mate, do you even read what you write before you post things? userB "but I'm coming first next time" SJKLDJFKAS

user2 I can't explain the scream I let out when he jumped down from his car and ran straight to where she was to kiss her

user3 me entró un árbol entero en el ojo 😭

user4 quien pudiera ser ella para que daniel corra a plantarle tremendo beso 😪

lilymhe congrats to my wife's boyfriend! 🥳

alexalbon 🤨❓ yourinstagram did she stutter alexalbon? 👀

user5 bestie give him the best night of his life and blow his mind off for us, he deserves it 🤭😭

carmenmmundt Dining out again is a must next time we see each other! Also, congrats to Daniel 👏🏻😊

user6 "It's a team effort, and having her in my team makes all the difference" crying, shaking, pulling my hair out

userA they keep showing me that I've never really been loved 🫠

user7 she's so real for dedicating "willow" to him in her stories and simping for him 🥴 because honestly I'd do the same

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danielricciardo Happy birthday to this gangster! 🎉 You're officially a year older, wiser, and stuck with me. Here's to more laughter, adventures, and convincing you that my dance moves are, in fact, impressive. Cheers to you, mi amor! 🥳🎂❤️

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yourinstagram Stuck with you? More like blessed to be on this wild ride with someone that makes every moment an adventure! Te amo una galaxia entera! ❤️

scottyjames31 Daniel is a tiny bit less annoying because of you yourinstagram 😛 Sending massive birthday vibes your way, Sparky!

user if these two ever break up, we riot.

userA both of them posting each other's baby pics I CAN'T

marcusstoinis HBD Sparky! 🥳

userA I saw Scotty called her Sparky too, so that means his mates gave her a nickname?? 🥺 userB userA she did spend a few months in 🇦🇺 and she was part of the lockdown challenges the guys used to do + they've been together for some time now 😊 userC this is so so fucking adorable omg

kristenanniebell happy birthday gorgeous ❤️

user2 why is she with my man??? why can't I be her???

kylieminogue cheers to you, my darling! yourinstagram 🎉❤️

user3 bro r u kidding

gerihalliwellhorner Wishing you the happiest of birthdays yourinstagram! May your day be as bright and wonderful as your spirit ❤️

user4 this fucking caption man

user5 You should focus on driving better than on this nonsense.

pierregasly feliz cumpleaños mon ami yourinstagram

mclaren Happy birthday, Y/N! 🧡

user6 you gunna marry her

user7 Mate, you made a stupid move and now it has backfired. You should've stayed at RB FFS !! It's so painful to watch you struggle on each and every race weekend from a fan's POV and you keep getting distracted with this girl 🤧🤧😮‍💨

user8 I always knew she would find someone better than who-shall-not-be-named

chloestroll yourinstagram your presence lights up every room, and your kindness touches every heart. May this year bring you all the joy and fulfillment you deserve, babe! Happy birthday! 🥳❤️

trevornoah Happy birthday to the incredible Y/N!

user9 happy birthday mrs. honey badger!! 🥳🥳🥳

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f1gossippofficial Daniel arrived at the paddock this Sunday, accompanied by his current girlfriend Y/N (entered through separate gates), the girl was also at the McLaren garage on Friday! She was accompanied by her friends!

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user she understood the assignment

user2 The dedication to the tradition and the sheer adorableness is unmatched.

user3 in Y/N we trust 🙌

user4 What the hell is she even wearing? She should have just showed up in booty shorts because that skirt is too short, maybe she wants to impress the other drivers more i guess 😂

userA user4 i don't necessarily like her but that's literally such a dumb reason to hate on her 💀

user5 Y/N showing up in a cowboy-inspired outfit with Daniel is the level of couple coordination we didn't know we needed

user6 they arrived separately

f1gossippofficial They just entered through different gates, but they arrived together 🤷‍♀️

user7 Cowboy chic just got a whole new meaning

user8 she looks so cheap lol

user9 daniel ricciardo and his shadow

user10 She's always gorgeous. No wonder these haters are jealous haha

user11 Y/N stepping into the cowboy tradition with Daniel at the Austin GP is the sweetest thing!

user12 the amount of hate this girl gets is absurd!!! you dont know her. are you all seriously this deluded and jealous?!?! get a life she's a gorgeous girl who has done nothing wrong leave the poor girl alone

userA she's a cheater and a liar, Daniel deserves so much better userB userA do you have proof of what you're accusing her of? where you there to witness it when it happened? no? so shut the hell up

user13 Did anyone else's heart melt seeing them in their cowboy outfits? They're like a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde, but with way more style. Love it!

user14 I can't understand how people keep criticizing a person and relationship that they don't even know. If the girl can afford to be in all the GP's then congratulations, it's her life, not ours. Stop being so intense with a relationship that is not even yours, live your way and let others live theirs. Let's just enjoy the sport and respect drivers private life

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danielricciardo Oh boy. Halloween 21’ 🎃

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user I think the scariest thing is that it actually suits ya 😂

user2 El sonrisas

daxshepard same time next year?

user3 everything was good until I saw her in the girl's pic ugh 🙄🤢

user4 BLAKE ❤️❤️❤️

user5 you couldn't get that smile off of his face if you tried

user6 are Daniel and Y/N still in texas???

user7 great pics & your Y/N looks so cute!!! ❤️👻😍

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sofiavergara Brilla y nunca dejes de hacerlo ❤️🌟

rosalia.vt Reina, siempre has sido oro. Sigue brillando con todo tu arte ✨💖

user can someone translate what she's saying for the non-spanish spearkers please? 🥲

userA "Ay, to be honest, I'm not worth it... I'm worth my weight in gold, dammit!" 😊

karolg Grítalo mami!!!!

user2 she really said: idgaf what y'all think of me, I know I'm THAT bitch! 💅 And I respect her so much for it 👏

shakira Totalmente de acuerdo, Y/N! Eres oro puro. ✨

selenagomez You've always been pure gold, babe. Keep shining ❤️

rubendias 💙

manuelturizo acá reina, se te calló esto 👑

user3 Eres más valiosa que anything in the whole universe

llane eres un tesoro inigualable, hermanita ❤️

lali a vos se te reza 🧎‍♀️

maluma Exactamente, hermana. Tu valor es como el oro, irremplazable. I love you ❤️

jbalvin Que siga brillando fuerte esa estrella tuya, hermanita 🌟

user4 I'm gonna sit here waiting patiently for Daniel's comment so I can know everything is alright and that we shouldn't panic 🫠🫠🫠

userA it's been more than 5 hours and no comment yet, but he did give it a like though

user5 WOMEN SUPPORTING WOMEN 🤝🏽

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yourinstagram 2021 was filled with moments of all kinds. Wanted to share the ones that made me smile even in the hardest of times. With the new year on the horizon and big changes coming soon I just wanted to take a moment to say I am so proud of us… We're a team.

Can’t wait for more of this in 2022 🌺 the type of laughs that hurt your cheeks, make your tummy hurt, & feed your soul. Beyond thankful ❤️

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danielricciardo Always a team ❤️

userA and the ring when?

user DANIELITO MADE IT TO THE POST, DAN-Y/N NATION!!!!! 😭

userA we can breath now, we are NOT children of divorce!!! 😭❤️

badbunny ¡Pa'rriba siempre, Y/N! Que este año nuevo te traiga pura buena vibra y éxito. 🚀💫

user2 MOTHER ❤️

user3 The photo with Dan sitting on the floor and leaning on Y/N's leg while she's running her hands through his hair gave me extra years of life 😭

taylorswift Your spirit shines so bright, and I'm excited for all the wonderful moments this year will bring us. I love you! ✨💖

luisfonsi Happy New Year, Y/N! Que este nuevo año te traiga más éxitos y alegrías 🥂

corey_wilson Happy New Year!

charles_leclerc maman I've made it 😎 Bonne année Y/N!

pierregasly I demand another lap and another photo because I'm not on this one yourinstagram 😤 Bonne année mon ami! ❤️

userA piEEEEERREE gasLYYYYYY!! userB did they all go go-karting? Rue when was this? 🧐 userC it was only Charles, Pierre, Daniel and George! It was in Austin userD so you're telling me they were all together and this is the only photo we have?

georgerussell63 pierregasly I'm not in the photo either! she destroyed you mate, admit it 😂 And I also demand a new one yourinstagram 🤨

fioamato Happy New Year filled with lots of love and laughter 🎊💖

iamdannaschwarz Beyond grateful to have you as a friend ❤️

itsvittoriasousa We love you to the moon and back! 🌙💖

user4 Happy Enchanted/Enchanté day to those who celebrate!

user5 we officially survived 2021, everybody!

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✦ ooops 🤭 btw this is how I picture him waiting for Girlie to perform at the Latin Grammys 🥰

#the joker and the queen fic #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo instagram au #daniel ricciardo social media au #f1 social media au #latina!reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #daniel ricciardo x female reader #( agentstarkid's works )

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 1 month ago

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── # to you who shines the brightest (i'll give you everything). masterlist. a kieran × mc!reader series.

summary: the fact that remained was this: some things were simply never meant to be. the universe's design was absolute; it was dangerous to go against it. but what if in this universe, things were different? what if in this universe, there's a glimmer of a chance? what if in this universe... fate no longer mattered? “to me, you’re already a sin i can’t refuse; sweeter than evil.” so to you who shines the brightest, i'll give you everything. [inspired by "volcano" by han jisung] general tags: canon-divergent, canon-typical violence, 2nd pov (primarily), female reader, slow burn, forbidden love, friends-with-benefits, friends-with-benefits to lovers, light/darkness dynamic, pining, yearning, unrequired-requited love, mentions of sacrifice, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, communication issues, eventual smut. smut tags indicated for every chapter with smut. "kieran: volcano" — for chapter updates, wips, thoughts, etc in relation to the series.

status: coming soon - waiting on sylus' myth for possible lore updates! series update schedule tba. please reply below to be added to the taglist!

this series contains sexual content, and is only for those 18+. if you are a minor, please do not interact. I BLOCK MINORS AND BLOGS WITHOUT ANY AGE INDICATOR.

prelude.

poetry, general intro, angst, mention of scars (general). ~200 wc.

chapter one.

— TBA

taglist: @.darlingdummycassandra @.milkandstarlight @.thoupenguinman @.valyvinny @.rafayelsheart @.jellyroom2 @.chemiru @.ywnzn @.pepprrmint @.angel-jupiter @.cordidy @.raiyuxa @.xai-mery @.radiantbrilliance @.oharasmommymilkers00 @.pikachuzhc @.venussakura @.love-and-deepstrays @.cloverlilies @.midiplier @.kreishin @.deusfoundry @.m2ichaelis @.keioxo

notes: welcome to absolute insanity, brought to you by yours truly!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if you know me, you also know that i am abso-fucking-lutely obsessed with the twins, and if you’ve read “Don’t Let Me Love You”, you also know that (a) i’m kieran-biased, and (b) i have wanted so badly for so long to dive into the intricacies of his character and motivations. SO just a few things about my beloved baby of a fic that i’ll yap about, and for you to keep in mind as we go along!:

(1) ; some very specific parts will be in 3rd-person omniscient (such as this prelude), but MOST chapters will be in 2nd pov, ideally alternating between yours and kieran's pov!

(2) ; this fic IS based on canon lore with the same canon setting, and as much as possible will be accurate in that sense—however, considering as we know very little canon sylus lore and even less about the twins, lore and such will be very loose so please take it with a grain of salt! (the tag “canon-divergence” is there for a reason, after all~)

(3) ; will absolutely include my take on the possible dynamics between kieran and mc, modeled after the theme of love and deepspace as a game and an overarching “myth”. therefore, you can see chapters such as this which hint towards a bigger picture!

im really excited to write this out, and equally excited to share with fellow luke and kieran truthers <3 i hope you’ll be along for the ride!

© rose-tinted-kalopsia. all rights reserved. do not: steal, copy, repost, reupload, modify, or claim any of my works as your own, regardless of credit given. absolutely do not use my works for AI training and other related purposes.

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you shine like the stars, you light up my heart [Xavier/Reader ★ 1750 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Snowed in together. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) Day 02 — do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) (Zayne/Reader) Day 03 — in a gingerbread house built for two (Rafayel/Reader) A/N: 🫵 You will listen to my favorite EXO song. Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】

Slowly, gently, snow had been falling for three days and three nights, turning Linkon City into a winter wonderland. As if the world had slowed down, finding peace in this rare moment, you found yourself snowed in. There were few wanderer sightings and many tasks had been regulated to a work-from-home situation. There were things to do, but time seemed so endless these last few days, you would rather lounge around and waste away instead.

Of course, wasting away by yourself felt rather lonesome, but that was an easy fix. You knew the perfect person who would always be willing and ready to do nothing with you.

In your comfiest lounge clothes, you slipped on a pair of bunny slippers, tucked your laptop under your arm, and you left your apartment, making your way to the floor above.

Knock-knock.

You waited, smiling.

Knock-knock.

You waited, your smile faltering.

Knock-knock.

You frowned.

Knock—

“Coming, coming—” you heard a groggy voice, and then the door swung open and you met Xavier’s sleepy face. Still dressed in only pajamas bottoms and a white hoodie, he yawned as he rubbed his eyes, seemingly still under the influence of sleep. He blinked in surprise, apparently not expecting to see you at his door. “What are you—”

“Xavier,” you said, a hint of exasperation in your voice, “It’s ten in the morning.”

He blinked again, opening the door wider to let you inside. He glanced at the laptop under your arm, a bit confused, but he did not question it. “But it’s not like we have work to do—”

You made yourself comfy on Xavier’s couch, already setting up your little work area. “Have you finished writing all of your reports?”

“They’re not due yet—”

“So no, huh…” you mumbled and shook your head in disappointment. You tensed up when Xavier sat down next to you and leaned his head on your shoulder, his eyes closing again.

“Did you come here to scold me?” his soft voice asked, and you felt your heartbeat skipped for a second.

“O-of course not,” you said, your cheeks suddenly feeling a little warmer than usual. You continued, “I thought we could keep each other company and work together, partner.”

He laughed softly. “I like the keeping each other company part,” he said, adding teasingly, “‘partner’.”

“And work?”

“Isn’t it a snow day…”

You laughed. “Okay, okay,” you agreed, “What do you want to do on a snow day?”

You peeked at him, seeing Xavier’s eyes were still closed from your peripheral vision.

“We could… watch a movie,” he suggested, with his eyes still closed. Lazily, he continued, “…play video games, eat—”

“So what we normally do on our days off?”

He opened his eyes and smiled. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it sounds like the perfect day,” you answered, your own head tilting against his. You giggled when Xavier suddenly pulled away, his posture straightening as you found your head landing on his lap and staring up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I have an idea,” you said suddenly. Xavier blinked at you in confusion when you abruptly ordered him to move his coffee table to the side. He did as you demanded without question, and once satisfied, you quipped really quickly, “I’ll be right back.”

About twenty minutes later, you and Xavier had built a little pillow nest in the space between the couch and the TV. You had gathered as many comforters as you could find at both your place and Xavier’s to form a comfy base. Plushies and pillows lined either side, creating a border that separated the nest from the rest of the living room.

Xavier plopped down in the center, and grabbed your wrist to pull you to lay on top of him. You giggled and looked up, your chin lightly resting on his chest. “Is it comfy?”

“The comfiest,” he agreed with a gentle smile. “Is this what we’re going to be doing all day then? Just lay in our nest?”

“Well, we have movies to watch… video games to play… and food to eat…” you reminded him.

“A perfect day,” he echoed your earlier words back to you.

“Ramen?”

“Check.”

“Canned meat?”

“Check.”

“Dumplings?”

“Check.”

“Xavier—did we go overboard?”

“What do you mean?”

You and Xavier leaned over the stove and stared at the large simmering pot filled with two servings of instant ramen, sliced canned meat from an entire container, eight large frozen dumplings, shredded imitation crabmeat, and two soft-boiled eggs.

Xavier rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not a lot—”

Ding!

“That’s the frozen chicken nuggets,” you reminded him with a frown. “We went overboard.”

“Don’t worry, we can finish them all.”

“Should we really be this gluttonous?” You questioned as you removed the pot from the stove, placing it on the counter over a wooden trivet. Xavier handed you a smaller bowl and a pair of chopsticks. You helped yourself to a serving as Xavier also dug in himself. You slurped up some noodles, smiling in delight at the guilty pleasure of the high sodium and heavily-processed meal, but just as quickly, you mumbled, feeling a hint of shame, “…we haven’t been very active these last few days…”

“It’s okay,” he reassured you as he ate from his own bowl. He helped himself to another serving of meat. “We need the extra weight for warmth.”

You laughed at his reasoning. Your mouth opened wide in shock as Xavier started placing dumplings and a halved egg into your bowl. “I can’t eat this much—”

“Yes, you can,” he said, “It’s okay to be a little gluttonous and lazy every now and then.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to feel better?”

He smiled, unbothered by your teasing. “Think of this like a vacation,” he said, “We’re allowed to let go and enjoy ourselves.”

“Aren’t you worried about running out of food before the snowstorm calms down?”

“We still have food at your place, right?”

You gaped at his implied suggestion, laughing. “I don’t think I have enough food to feed you…”

“I don’t eat that much—why are you looking at me like that?"

You giggled at his pout, and then you reached into the pot, picking up a dumpling. You held it out to Xavier. “Eat up—we’re on vacation.”

He smiled and opened his mouth. “Best vacation ever,” he said, chewing his food, his eyes brightening as he watched you enjoyed the simple, indulgent meal you and he had cooked together.

It was barely midday and the sky had already begun to darken, and yet the snow had not ceased, showing no sign of ending any time soon. Within the warmth of Xavier’s apartment, you both sat by the balcony with you nestled comfortably in his lap, his chin lightly resting atop your head. You both watched Linkon City continued to be blanketed in white powder, no words exchanged, but none were needed.

The peaceful silence passed, and before you knew it, the lights of Linkon City lit up one by one under the snowy sky.

“It’s getting late,” Xavier said suddenly, breaking the silence, “Should we get ready for dinner or something—”

“I don’t feel like moving,” you told him, making yourself extra comfortable in his lap to his amusement. You continued in a bright tone, “I had a good lunch, I had spent the day lazing around, and now I don’t feel like I want to move anymore.”

“Okay,” he said thoughtfully, a hint of mischievousness in his tone completely missed by you until it was too late. Suddenly, you felt Xavier’s arms sweeping underneath your legs and back, and you were quickly and easily lifted up.

“Ah—!”

You clung to Xavier tightly when he had easily swooped you up into his arms without warning. He carried you back to the nest, and within seconds, you were giggling when suddenly your back met the soft, plush comforter, and he collapsed on top of you, his face nuzzled against your stomach. Your fingers treaded through his hair, feeling the soft, silky strands. He hummed happily, his lips kissing your stomach.

“That—that tickles,” you said, blushing.

“Really?” he asked with a hidden teasing smile. He kissed your stomach again, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter.

Your fingers light massaged his scalp, a gasp escaping with every kiss. “Xavier—”

He chuckled and looked up, his eyes softening at your coy expression. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered.

“Me, too…” you answered back in the same soft tone, your eyes meeting his.

As the last remnants of daylight disappeared, the living room darkened, but before you could say anything, it lit up unexpectedly. Like fireflies, the warm lights Xavier summoned with his Evol flitted and fluttered around the room, bathing the place in a dreamy glow.

“So… pretty…” you murmured unconsciously, and Xavier blinked, a little embarrassed.

He recomposed himself, his gentle smile returning. He leaned down closer to you, his lips just barely touching yours. “Very pretty,” he agreed, though you sensed he was not referring to the lights.

It felt like your heart was trembling with anticipation, eagerly awaiting of what to come. Instinctively, your eyes closed, the weight of him on top of you felt heavier, his lips pressed against you so sweetly, so familiar and welcomed.

“…Mm …Xavier…”

He gazed into your eyes, as if in awe at seeing the whole universe staring back at him, gifting him with the secret message of a distant star echoed across time and space that had been waiting to reach him.

“Don’t… move…” he said, and before you could even question him, the world tumbled suddenly and you found your position switched. Xavier’s hand rested behind your head, keeping you pressed close to his chest. You peered up, confused, but your expression softened when your eyes locked with his, seeing eternity staring back at you. You rested your head on his chest again, feeling the gentle rise and fall as he breathed. His warmth cradled you, carrying you away from this winter wonderland to a place only the stars would know.

Set aglow, it felt like the two of you had slipped away to another world, to a dream where you and he played and waltzed among the stars, his hand firmly grasping yours, a silent promise that he would always hold onto you even when all of the stars burned out.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace x reader #xavier x reader #lnds series — dreaming of a winter wonderland #love and deepspace fanfiction #lnds fanfics #x — fanfics #technically my first xavier/reader fic #xavier girlies did i do good #🥺#will you accept my holiday offering #🥺🥺🥺

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Kalopsia

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Summery: You convinced yourself you were in love but, was it for the wrong brother?

Kalopsia. A Greek noun that by definition means, The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

A word that I had not known existed moments ago, but became aware of now. And how funny it was that in all the languages there were I managed to find the word to perfectly describe what was happening.

Love causes Kalopsia. More than we as people could ever realize. The way our hearts race and our cheeks blush. We put on our rose colored glasses that hide the red flags for the people we love.

That’s what makes this so funny. Because that’s what seemed to happen for Jeremiah.

I was so infatuated with the golden retriever with the boyish grin, icy blue eyes and tanned skin that I forgot that appearances are exactly what they are meant to be. Only appearances.

To me, he hung the sun and the moon in a rotation, spreading the stars along the sky just for me. I let myself become blinded by his perfections to see his side glances and his sly smirks that lingered on his cheeks.

I chose not to believe it when I’d heard he’d fallen for the shorter brunette with the long eyelashes and pink lips. Continuing the fantasy I had constructed in my head, the continuance of the paradise Jere had sold to me almost a year ago.

But how can you remain so ignorant to something right in front of your eyes? How can you lift your head and smile like he’s still the only boy in the world when your world is in the pool making out with his best friend?

I should’ve seen it. Their longing touches and side glances. Her hands cupped around his ear as flirty whispers were exchanged.

I wanted to rip Belly apart. I wanted her to feel the pain I was feeling, ripping her apart piece by piece emotionally. I wanted to keep them apart. Yet, I knew it wasn’t her fault. She was in love with the same man as I, and we both knew the affects he could cast down on us. I couldn’t help but almost feel a sense of pity towards Belly.

We were childhood friends, just like she was the fishers. My mother had a home down the street but Susannah kept a bed warm for me as I stayed there every night. We were so similar. The only thing separating us was our blood, our physical features and our age. She was a year younger while I stood at the same age as Conrad. Maybe that’s what made her believe she would be different. That Jere would love her more than he ever could to me.

Yet I could see it. We were so similar I could see that in time, she would endure the same fate as Jeremiah would once again get bored and run off behind her back. Too much of a child to have the guts to end things before starting something else. But then again, what we had was dead from the start. We just chose not to believe it.

I made no sound when leaving the scene. Exiting just as I came, quiet as a mouse, heart heavy and shoulders slumped. The world kept spinning without him, and that’s what seemed to be the scariest part.

Catching my two friends together didn’t leave me in the unspeakable despair I had imagined it would. Instead I was left feeling very ambivalent. Torn between my feelings. One one hand, I was hurt by the boy I had adored so much. My heart cracking thinking about all of my firsts I’d given him. My first kiss, my first dance, my first love. It was a hurt that touched the surface level, cutting my skin and making me bleed. Yet, on the other hand I felt more numb. Almost relieved in a way. While Jeremiah would always carry the title of my first love, it felt almost wrong to call him that. We loved each other, sure. But after the newness of it died, it seemed that so did his end of it. Could he really be my first love if everything we did was one sided?

And how stupid I felt for wearing those glasses and letting the Kalopsia happen all because I’d told myself it was love. I’d never known love. I’d never had it. How could I have been so blind and allowed myself to believe that it was meant to be that way? It was like a huge bullet was coming my way, and somehow in his own selfishness and his large ego, he acted as the shield to protect me from that ultimate heart break.

I grabbed my tote bag, slinging it over my shoulder, holding my surf board firmly under my other arm. I hadn’t planned to go to the beach today. I had only put on my swimsuit to go swimming with Jere in the pool. But I knew I wouldn’t feel up to returning to that pool in minutes knowing what had happened, and the beach had always been a sanctuary that wrapped my anxiety in a blanket of peace.

The sand filled the crevasses between my toes and stuck to the backs of my calves as I ran. It kicked up behind and left little divots behind in my wake. I dropped my bag somewhere behind me, next to a towel I recognized faintly and continued my path. My feet didn’t stop moving until my board was underneath me and my stomach was pressed against it. Even then I let my legs kick harshly.

It was then I remembered why I hadn’t gone to the beach today. The waves had been horrible all weekend and the weather was sucky. The birds were quiet and the wind was gentle. There was no chance of letting out my frustrations on the water. But floating was always an option.

“Hey! Y/n/n!” The voice was loud, gruffly and deep. It held a playful tone, lacking any heaviness. Refreshing, almost.

I knew the voice as Conrad’s. The older, more serious brother of the two. His hair was blonder, and straighter. His eyes a darker blue, yet they held more emotion and depth in them than Jeremiah’s ever did. His skin was less tan but still glowed a warm color. Everything about him screamed summer. He was my best friend before Jere and I got together.

It wasn’t like we fell out, we continued to hangout just as much as before. Only, Jeremiah always felt the need to join in on our movie nights and our bonfire carpools even when it was clear that it was our tradition to do so. The one thing we had was our surf trips. We never told anyone when we’d go on them, so the waves became our hangout. Maybe it was fate that we’d both gone out here tonight, but it was probably just a coincidence.

I nodded my head, acknowledging him while shifting on my board carefully. I laid on my back, staring at the stars. The stars I once believed Jere had painted across the sky just for me, but now knew it was just me being a fool.

“I didn’t expect to see you out here tonight. I though you were going swimming with Jere?” His smile was genuine, his teeth showing and slightly parted. He sounded almost out of breath.

“I didn’t expect to be out here tonight either.” I smiled back, only half of what he gave me. My tone was shaky, lower than usual. I felt my board bounce slightly, shifting enough to have my posture stiffened and my body sitting up. I let my legs straddle the board.

Looking over I saw an apologetic Conrad, cheeks reddened, I realized he had just bumped into me. Now, we mirrored each other. Both straddling the boards, facing each other.

“Did he fall asleep on you again? I told him to stop staying up so late with Steven but he never listens.” We laughed, my eyes closing for a moment. I let us fall into a silence, pulling in more air to speak.

“No, I uhm. I caught him kissing Belly in the pool.” There was no laughter this time. My hung head lifted to meet his gaze. His eyes were wide. Mixing with sadness and anger. As well as what I thought to be a sort of relief?

“What the fuck?” His brows were drawn together, hands clenched so hard his nails were digging into his palms. I placed my hand delicately over his, peeling his nails away from his soft skin.

"Conrad, hey. No, it's fine. Honestly, I should've seen it coming. Jere lost interest in whatever we had a long time ago." My confession felt like a weight coming off of my chest, Conrad’s face contorting into more confusion and sadness.

“I don’t give a fuck about him, Y/n.” His eyes met mine. His hand was now clenching over mine, holding it in the more firm grip I’d ever experienced. Like I’d disappear if he didn’t hold on.

“I care about you. You loved him, Y/n/n. He might have treated you like shit in the end, but we all saw the way you looked at him. Like he was the only person in the room. In the world.” I shrugged, looking out into the sea.

“We were both sick, we just wouldn’t admit it. What we had died a long time ago, Con. I was just too afraid to accept it. I think I was more afraid of losing one of my best friends than losing him romantically.” We looked at each other, letting out a deep sigh.

“I think I realized that on the way here. I always thought that the day we ended I would be inconsolable. That the world would end and I would be left in little tiny pieces. But, when it finally came, guess what? The world kept spinning and my heart kept beating. I didn’t feel like I lost a piece of myself. It was almost like, I gained something back.” I caught myself rambling, Conrad’s eyes boring into mine. Teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

“Sorry, fuck. I know he’s your brother.” He shrugged.

“Us being related doesn’t give him the excuse to be an asshole. Jeremiah has always been the flirty one. That’s just how it is. He goes around, finding anyone he can, making them feel special and then dumping them for the next.” My lips were drawn back in a tight line, a swift nod of my head as I avoided his eyes.

“I was surprised, honestly, over how long you lasted. What was it, almost a year now?”

“Yeah.” He tucked my hair behind my ears to see me better.

“For a moment I thought I lost you to him.” The ignorance and oblivion on my face was comedic, at his confession.

“I remember when he told me you’d kissed for the first time, I was so angry. I always thought you deserved better. Then, he stayed with you. He stayed loyal and I couldn’t help but believe he had found his person. And in doing that, he had taken mine away.” The realization had dawned on me in that moment, lips parting and eyes widened, Conrad met my face with a shy smile.

“You don’t mean…” I whispered, almost like if I said it too loud it wouldn’t be true.

“I’ve loved you since we were kids, Y/n. How could I not? You’re funny, competitive, compassionate. You’re everything I love. That’s what makes me love you.” And suddenly everything made sense. The days we spent on the boardwalk, talking for hours. Spending away all of our money we saved over the winter for these moments. I remember him blowing through thirty dollars to win me a stuffed animal after I’d seen the one he won for Belly. I always thought it was because he knew I felt left out, but now it made a little more sense. He had always gone out of his way to make me feel good. To spend time with me, to make me laugh. All of our shoulder brushes and long hugs clicked in my head, I’m sure he saw it.

“Shit, Conrad, why didn’t you tell me?” I let myself drift closer to him, concern and sincerity laced in my voice.

“You seemed so in love with Jeremiah, you said yes to him before I could even ask.”

“Damn it. Conrad, I only said yes to him because I thought you didn’t like me.” I shut my mouth quick, my hand flying over my mouth as a small laugh left Conrad a moment later, seeing my accidental confession. I let a laugh out too, his happiness contagious.

“Back up, back up. You’re in love with Jeremiah.” I shook my head. His mouth opened in disbelief, a smile pulling on his cheeks.

“I loved Jeremiah in a way that was different than a best friend, but it was nothing compared to what I felt for you.” I stuck my finger into his chest, pushing back a little.

“I always thought you were too good for me and, at the time I had harbored a small crush for Jere and when he asked me out, it felt like fate. Like maybe I was meant to be with him because he wanted me all along and you never did but, I guess I had it backwards.” We shared a glance, his eyes falling to my lips, mine following his stare to look at his mouth as well.

My eyes flickered back up to his, a silent understanding passing between us, the air grew heavier.

It was like gravity was pulling us towards each other, our fingers interlacing with each other, our noses close to touching. I felt his breath on mine, his words choppy and lingering with nervousness as he whispered, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.”

Our noses bumped and a chuckle was exchanged. We moved slowly into it, not rushing what had been building for years now, letting it peak finally as his lips met mine in the most soothing kiss Id ever experienced.

With Jeremiah, it was sloppy, rushed and needy. Always so sexual and demanding. It was hot, but never the most fulfilling. However, him being my one and only, again I had fallen for the trap that kissing was just meant to be like that. Needy and rushed.

With Conrad, it was slow and sinful. His lips massaging mine smoothly as my hands found the back of his neck. I let his fingers curl into my hair, tangling themselves as we pushed each other closer together. It was a blur, almost. I felt my mind growing foggy at how badly I wanted to be closer to him, over how much I enjoyed this. My mouth opening and his tongue providing more closeness than before. It was hot, and wet all around. The water dancing over our legs. How inconvenient for us that the moment happened in the water. A place that restricted our movements. Yet, the same restrictions let us start this change in relationship off slow. Not rushing into anything too quickly.

Soft sighs of contentment and pleasure echoed between us, satisfied with what was happening. It was only the splashing of the current coming back in that pulled us apart, our forehead stuck together and eyes fluttered shut still. We breathed each others air while the minutes passed, and the peace settled in.

By then I had forgotten all about Jeremiah. He didn’t matter to me anymore. I knew he didn’t hang the stars for me, and I realized that I truly wasn’t in love with him. And in his infidelity, I found what I wanted all along.

His brother.

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Kalopsia

(N): the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff (with hints of angst)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Riddle (Rosehearts)

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: On

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: One Shot

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: they/them

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He’s jealous of you, someone who’s put into high regard but at the same time he loves you, the star of his night sky.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Violence, attempts of drug usage (love potion).

Roses weren’t your favorite flowers, they’re beautiful but there are too many thorns, the red color itself never suited you and… it reminded you too much of him. Being the third child of your royal parents, they’ve always been there for you seeing as you are the youngest. It would have been nice for you to continue living in ignorance, perhaps serve the country and kingdom by becoming a duke or duchess yet life wasn’t so kind.

Ten years ago if you had remembered it correctly, you first met him after a history class about the Kingdom of Roses, the crown prince and only child to the infamous Red queen, Riddle Rosehearts.

“(Y/n), say hello to your fiancé, won’t you dear?” Grey eyes which stared at you with no other emotions, you were scared out of your wits seeing as how intensely he was looking at you.

“…A please meeting you, (title), Riddle Rosehearts, from the kingdom of Roses.” Despite being so young he had already carried the attitude and grace of nobility, something your young self has yet to possess.

“They’re a little shy, I hope this doesn’t upset you.” Your mother doesn’t like forcing her children to marry people they don’t like, but it’s not like she would ask their opinions before pushing them into engagements.

“Oh I’m sure it’s alright, this would make a good connection for our kingdoms either ways” Fake smiles and bothered complexion, the current queen of the Rose kingdom scares you. “Well, let’s have a talk while the kids get to know each other, shall we?”

To be completely honest, you don’t like talking to new people and had a bad habit of hiding behind your mother’s dress everytime you had to accompany her to meet different people. That was the very first time you’ve been forced to accompany a stranger without your mother, his eyes narrowed at you making you think he somehow despised you.

“Let’s cut the formalities here, you don’t want to get married, do you?” His voice was a bit different from before, it sounded softer but much more broke.

“I… No, I don’t. I don’t even understand what’s going on.” What type of child would understand when their mother suddenly burst down their bedroom door one day and said they have a fiancé with no other explanation?

“You don’t have to get close to me, let’s just treat each other like acquaintances.” Since it was the younger you naturally you agreed not wanting to interact with people, you’d rather spend time imagining about stars or fairytales. “Let’s just become friends”

Your first meeting with him wasn’t like how the stories said it would be like, your first meeting wasn’t a magical one like how your mother would tell you, your first meeting didn’t spark the feelings your siblings said it would for them, your first meeting felt like two old friends meeting in a different lifetime.

Riddle was a hard working person, you noticed that when your mother began arranging classes for your studies and Riddle would be your study partner, normally you would be studying with your siblings but ever since the engagement you began to see him more.

Beautiful and graceful, a poker face the mask he wore, it wasn’t who he was but it was who he survived being the heir to his kingdom, the way you saw it he wasn’t a perfect fiancé but a respectful one, one you could tolerate since you both had a mutual agreement.

Roses, began to remind you of him, the vibrant red colors he held on his 11th birthday, and ever since then you can’t help but think of him every time the flower was present.

“ Isn’t he such a gentlemen?” Yes he was, but you hadn’t found it in yourself to love him.

“Doesn’t he treat you well?” Only the bare minimum as you both couldn’t be anything less but acquaintances.

Love was a foreign feeling, and one you can’t see associated with him out of all people, you yourself don’t understand love, so how could anyone ask you to love him?

He's gentle out of everything, despite the cold and noble face he puts on he still treats you with respect and he listens to you, not many would listen to a royal who was rumored to be a useless asset to the kingdom and is ‘the one who will ruin everything’, but if anything you’re happy this means you don’t have to meet people.

If someone were to ask you now as a more matured royal, if you had a choice would you have chose a different fiancé? Then the answer would be no, he wasn’t like the other types of fiancé who gave warmth and told lies to mask the truth, but you wouldn’t have any other way with the his cold truth and out of reach behavior.

In all the time confined in the four walls of his room, you were his only escape, he remembered your first meeting a bit differently than how you did for him. A timid and quiet person who had no other interest than to hide behind their mother.

“(Y/n), say hello to your fiancé, won’t you dear?” Your shy self wanted nothing more than to run away and he understood that, he didn’t want to be in that room himself.

While the adults chattered away he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you weren’t exactly beautiful to him at least, he couldn’t tell anything by only seeing your occasional peaking from behind your mother but there was something, something about you that he couldn’t take his eyes off of.

“You don’t really like being here do you?” (E/c) which somehow saw through his acting, perhaps he was mistaken and was delusional and buried in the thought of you understanding him for who he is. “Your eyes showed discomfort, they’re as truthful as fate is”

“You can’t just tell what I feel like by looking at my eyes, it’s just not possible” day and night to please his mother, he acted in front of a mirror, to play the role of a perfect prince, to play the role of a bright scholar for you he would have played the role of a perfect fiancé but you saw through the mask, so why did he need to wear it?

“W-Well what if I can? It’s not h-hard to see it” you’re stuttering like there’s no tomorrow, but he doesn’t mind that, he knows that if he said something about you, you’d get self conscious and never talk to him again, if you never talk to him again you might as well call of the engagement…

“You don’t have to get close to me, let’s just treat each other like acquaintances.” Behind the exterior of a shy royal who wanted nothing more than to run away from the crowd, he saw a star who could shine brighter than anything else. “Let’s just become friends”

He’ll do whatever it takes to keep the engagement from being called off, his mother relied on him, the future of his kingdom relied on him.

His first meeting with you he knew the type of person he had to be, the broken prince who puts respecting you over all and everything else, if you are unhappy he was in trouble, and he doesn’t want that. He’ll make sure you don’t have to deal with troublesome problems, so that you don’t have to consider him worthless and cast him aside, he’ll make sure he doesn’t talk to much so that you don’t think he’s annoying and speaks too much. Everything and anything that is in his power, he’ll do it to please you.

You were like the ocean, calm and quiet yet you hold so many secrets, you filled surprises and wonders which he can’t ever seem to forget. Yes, you were the sea, the sea who admire and always faced the moon and he knew even as time passed he could never be your moon, he was just someone who you were bound with as children.

You’re different from the rest of the nobles and royals he’s met, maybe this was what made him unable to keep his eyes off of you. He doesn’t love you, the butterflies in his stomach every time he sees you was just him getting nervous, the sound of his heart racing every time you glanced at him was just the anxiety you give him.

He doesn’t understand what love is, everytime he asked about it his mother would brush him off telling him it’s a useless feeling, or she would tell him that everything she’s ever done for him is love.

If love was the times his mother scold him for not getting perfect scores and not doing his best, then everytime you gave him a piece of your dessert wasn’t love, if love resulted in him crying in pain from the beatings and scolding his mother gave him then your doodles and words of encouragement weren’t love, no matter how much joy it brought him.

You don’t love him, and he doesn’t love you, no matter how wrong and hurt he feels when he think of those words. Maybe in his dreams he would understand what love means, but when he faces the world after waking up, he’ll forget the meaning all over again.

“Hey, stop staring at me" he's sure of it after so much time has passed, he doesn't love you, even when he doesn't know what the feeling is.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, (Y/n)" Compared to his mother the feelings he has for you are much more different, that's why even though he's confused he'll act the way he is, the perfect and respectful fiance you've always known.

Perhaps one day he’ll understand his feelings, but for now all he’ll ever think of are the plan approvals and administration work. Maybe one day you’ll understand how you’d feel about him, but by the time that day comes you’ll still be preforming the duties bestowed upon you, the welfare of your prosperous country.

Maybe he should have told you from the beginning why, why your engagement was so important, why his mother wanted him to get closer to you, why he put respecting you above everything. It was all due to simple power differences and protection…

When you and him were but infants, his mother came to your kingdom in hopes of striking a deal with the royalty of your kingdom, your parents, in exchange for safety of the Rose kingdom, which had lost it’s king in a war, you’d be be engaged to the crown prince of the Rose kingdom.

“But what if… this child doesn’t want the engagement?” Your mother cradled you in her arms, you were so young when all of this was set for you.

“The Rose kingdom has many things to offer, my queen, I will ensure you everything I have to offer, so please…” perhaps we all knows what ends up happening afterwards…

Everyday of his life ever since the engagement was made, was dedicated to you, his studying served as the purpose of not making a fool out of himself when he’s next to you, his rigorous training was to protect you, from the dangers that could hurt you.

His mother was never a gentle person, she had more concerns and care for the kingdom, more than she ever did for her son. Her love wasn’t a sadistic or twisted one, it was a vacant one, perhaps she doesn’t even know what he truly wants for his life, because even he can’t remember when was the last time she had asked him if he was happy or not.

“Riddle? Riddle~ is anyone still in there?” Your hand waves gently in front of his face, snapping him out of his dream.

“Sorry, I was just…” If only the peaceful days could last, he would still see you like this, a shy person infatuated with the stars and countless of worlds beyond the grounds and skies.

“Thinking about something? You always say this when you’re daydreaming or distracted.” But he knows one day, it’ll change, and along it you will change

“Alright, you caught me red handed, what do you need?” You quickly held up the astronomy book you’ve always been reading.

“Meteor shower…” you trailed off looking away, how could he have forgotten, it was the meteor shower you’ve always been looking forward to for a long time. “A meteor shower is happening soon”

“Oh.” There is a problem if you were planning to go though, it was your birthday celebration the night the meteor shower happened.

Your fascination about the stars didn’t just end at the moon, everything related to the night sky, you were there to witness it all, it’s a strange hobby only those closest to you would know since you’d hide it so well no one would know.

Just because you two only consider yourselves to be friends never meant you two got closer with time, just because he respects you and keeps his distance doesn’t mean he can’t learn more about you.

“You do know you could get in trouble for sneaking out.” It’s as if you didn’t even hear him, you’re daydreaming (nightdreaming?) about the stars again, that look on your face was more than enough for him to tell.

Sometimes Riddle is jealous of your freedom, unlike him you could actually runaway from your problems or could leave it to someone to deal with it. Free to chase what you truly desire, free to express how you feel, maybe it was consolation to him seeing that you can’t love freely as you’re engaged to him.

“Can’t you join me?” It came as a shock to him, but seeing you looking so excited and hopeful, it just makes his heart beat in such an uncomfortable way. You’re killing him.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it.” He’s weak to you, his only weakness in this world.

He never really liked the quietness of the castle, of his home, his mother was rarely around and the servants couldn’t talk to him, he’d much rather stay in your kingdom. In contrast to the warm and bright atmosphere of your home, his home was cold, the garden of roses looked like lifeless decoration, precise and perfect, everything and anything.

“Your highness, her majesty wishes to see you” it’s rare that his mother even wanted to see him, but if it was anything, she probably just wanted to meet him again to give him a task.

He doesn’t see the Rose kingdom as his home, perhaps it was because of how long he spent studying and growing up next to you, he was only home for two months each year after all. Yet he can’t still can’t let go of the responsibility of wearing the crown forced upon him.

“You wished to see me, mother?” Cold and strict, he almost forgotten what she looked like.

“I trust there are no issues or incidents with your engagement, so I’ll get straight to the point.” If he was any younger, he would have resented his mother for not caring about him in one bit, but what’s the use of doing so when she’ll just stare at him like that? “I want you to announce the engagement to the public, and officiate your marriage by the end of the year.”

“Hah?” He’s surprised, maybe that’s why his mother sighed disappointedly.

“The king… from (K/n) has decided to annul the engagement now that peace has been established across the Rose kingdom.” His mother looks stressed and tired beyond anything.

Added details about your “terms” in the engagement, since this was forced upon you and Riddle there were terms to ensure that you and Riddle could back out of the engagement whenever you both wanted.

The engagement was never made public, meaning your relationship was always been kept as “friendship” in the public eyes. Although the nobility had figured it wasn’t just any “friendship” ,still, if the engagement hasn’t been completely acknowledged by the families and those who are said to be in the said engagement refuse to give any details to the public, it will continue to be seen as “friendship”.

When both of you had found “love”, it is just as it has been said, if both or one of you has found someone else to love, the engagement would be annulled so that it wouldn’t cause any future complications.

If the Rose kingdom war has been settled and peace has been established, the last one was the one that mattered the most out of everything. When peace is established across the Rose kingdom there would be no need to continue the engagement and the engagement would be annulled, however, if you two were to love each other regardless of the peace and settlement. Then you both can decided whether you both want to continue being fiancés a bit longer or get straight to marrying.

“But why? There’s no reason to continue the engagement now that peace has been established.” His mother sighed still having that disappointed and dark look on her face.

“Don’t you understand, riddle? My dear child our kingdom may have established peace but it’s dying.” His kingdom although had been saved was still suffering from droughts and the aftermath or wars, your kingdom’s help was what that had been keeping them afloat for so long.

“But you can’t force them into it mother, we’ve never loved each other, and there’s no way this relationship would work.” Though his heart felt like it’s been torn apart, he still said it, it was his truth.

“Then just make them love you.” His mother placed in the palm of his hand, a small vial the color of reddish pink, it was definitely what he thinks it is. “I hate underhand tactics but this one will be our only exception”

“No, no, no! I can’t do this to them!” The vial shatters as he threw it to the ground, the sickening sweet smell spread, as well as the sound of his mother slapping his face.

“…I’ll overlook your little mishap today for the sake of this engagement, the vial will be given to you on their birthday.” With a flick of her hand, servants began cleaning up the broken glass shards and handed the queen another vial. “You may leave, Riddle”

He walks away, that stone cold face seemed to have darken, he’s frustrated, he feels conflicted about right and wrong. What choice can he even make right now? Should he sacrifice the sake of your happiness for his damned home and kingdom? Or sacrifice the kingdom in exchange for his broken heart and that smile which rarely shows up?

You never liked the spotlight, you hated everything that had to do with meeting new people or even meeting anyone else in general. But maybe it wasn’t so bad meeting him for you, you got comfortable enough for him to be next to you and become your friend, but perhaps you weren’t ready when you heard the engagement was soon to be annulled.

Still you can’t help but feel sad when you should have felt happy, a strange feeling you had when you heard of the rumors from your personal maid and close servants.

“(Y/n), it must have been hard for you, being engaged against your own will.” Your mother said sympathetically, you couldn’t blame your mother, she had always been the type of person to help others regardless of the outcome, perhaps she felt the need to say sorry now was because the engagement was at its end.

“The Rose kingdom won’t need our help anymore, I hope you understand why we had to do that to you.” Your mind no longer cared for your father’s words, you played with your food out of boredom.

You’re free, you should have been happy to been able to return to a life without him, a life where you could devote your life into studying the stars and the land beyond your home, so why does it hurt?

Every time you think of leaving his image appears in your head, red hair which haunts your every thought, the soft smile which rarely appears unless you truly wished for it, grey eyes although cold and hold the truth eventually began to warm up to you. It’s strange to see how your initial impressions have changed, maybe your feelings have as well.

No one would be able to understand you, yet then there was him and slowly there were others as well, like a starless sky which slowly light up so did your heart, he became your stars.

“Can’t I at least have Riddle as my escort?” Your mother and father exchanged looks, before nodding accepting your request.

You weren’t a fool to notice how hard Riddle tried to keep your engagement from breaking so long, letting go of your dreams of witnessing the meteor shower, you decided to honor him in his last task as your fiancé, to share your final ball together.

So what if you can’t witness the skies for one night? You might never be able to meet him again, and that was something you couldn’t bare have happening, the stars will come again but not him.

It’s funny to admit it now that your at the end of your engagement, perhaps first meetings don’t necessarily have to be where love begins to bloom, perhaps that spark can be set ablaze after a while when you get to know the person for who they are.

There’s a difference between love at first sight, the love based off of looks and impressions, and love through time, the love that blooms after getting to know each other long enough. Sure it’s late to have realized it know but, you liked him, no, you loved him, and you’re going to loose him.

The bitter pill which is so hard to swallow you ended up taking it anyways, at least you wished to end your fairytale with joy instead of tears. It might be a tale where you won’t be happy, but you couldn’t careless if it meant he could smile more.

It’s quiet, the sounds of the world at night filled with wonder beckons you towards it, ‘the child of spring sits on the throne made of flowers’, there was a saying like that when you were born on the day of the spring celebration.

“Not going to run away and watch the meteor shower?” A bittersweet smile on his face, it’s rare to see him smile but for some reason you don’t like this smile, not one bit.

“I don’t think I should do that, people are expecting for us tonight, right?” You closed your book of stars to look outside, the streets of flowers and the joy of people, another successful spring celebration.

You were halfway on the preparation, all that’s left was your make up and hair style, Riddle knew you never liked putting on that stuff despite never saying anything or acting out. Prince or princess, the outer appearances always needed that stuff to “beautify” it as they say.

“Why don’t we just run away?” It was quiet the moment he said that, what’s going on?

He was completely serious saying that, the confidence and playfulness on his face as he ran his hand through your hair while looking into your eyes. It’s strange and so different from the usual stone cold indifference he always gave you.

You’re so conflicted right now, you told yourself tonight you were going to let him fulfill his role and last task as your fiancé, but with a request like this it’s like a stab into your conscious between right and wrong.

“Just for tonight, run away with me” He’s tired of playing the role of a perfect and respectful fiancé, he’s tired of being cautious and careful with each and every one of his movements. “Please just for tonight let’s forget we’re royalty and have duties, just for tonight I want you and I to just be Riddle and (Y/n)”

You’re still conflicted, it’s not easy to understand how you’re supposed to feel hearing this, it’s wrong to have run away just like how you’ve always done but why can’t you deny it and stay to fulfil your role? Why do you want to fall into his arms and run away even if it was for one night.

Riddle didn’t care about anything else at this point, forget the vial his mother gave him to tie you down into a loveless marriage, forget the kingdom which he calls home it will eventually heal and grow from the pain of loss, forget it all he just wants to be with you tonight as himself.

He understood now what he truly felt after being close to you for so long… he loved you, his love is different from his mother’s and it will always be like this, it’s selfish making him want to always be next to you, it’s stupid for appearing now as your said relationship comes to an end.

Perhaps he’ll move on one day, maybe you’ll forget him and find someone new but for tonight you’re all he wants to see and remember.

“But what about the celebration?” It’s unlike you to take precautions, despite being a shy and quiet person you’re more reckless than Riddle is, why is it now that you’re like this?

“I’m not forcing you to go with me, (Y/n), you can stay but tonight” His eyes turned to look at the distant skies, the meteor shower was happening soon. “I want to see it, the meteor shower you’ve always dreamt of seeing”

“…I’ll go, so follow me, I know the perfect spot.” You hope your parents can forgive you, for running away from your own birthday party, to be with the boy you might never meet again.

It’s true what they said about fairytales being different than reality, because it’s reality that makes those tales come to life, in more then one way. Your first meeting was the start of your story, your troubles and pains as well as the time you spent with each other had formed the emotions and bonds you could never erase.

You couldn’t understand it, what were you feeling in that exact moment? The butterflies in your stomach, the way the world just slows down and there was only him and you, your face burned up in embarrassment, you don’t know.

Grabbing your coat you took his hand as you both secretly sneaked away from your bedroom, it was like when you were children who wanted a midnight snack.

Eventually you both made it in time to the hillside just outside of the imperial city, where the people never venture you built as a secret place to watch the stars. Books and notebooks hidden in the bushes, a full view of the city and skies in its glory, how long have you been here he wonders.

“We’re just in time!” Bright light which runs across the skies, one after another until it looked liked the skies were falling.

It was beautifully worth all the trouble you both went through, all for this moment, under the skies where you belong, a picture he could never get out of his head. Your excited childlike look as you pointed towards the falling stars, it’s as if the stars were falling tonight for you and you only and he was a lucky spectator to have witnessed it.

Taking your hand in his Riddle questioned what he was doing, why couldn’t he hold back and reach out towards you? And for a brief moment he stopped breathing, he wanted to kiss you so badly, yet in the end he just holds you close.

“Thanks for indulging in my wish, (Y/n).” When the meteor shower ended you were left with a flustered Riddle for some reason.

“There’s no reason to thank me honestly, it was also my selfish desire to see the stars tonight” the city lights and cheerful noises couldn’t pull your attention away from him, for some reason you can’t help but stare at each other.

It’s quiet again, however in this comforting silence you both had fun enjoying each other’s presence. Whatever happens tomorrow will happen, but for tonight you two had each other.

“What are you doing to me…” when your story finally ended.

“Nothing at all, I’m just realizing how much I loved you all this time” you hope it can be come the foundation for a better tale to blossom.

You and Riddle, despite no longer being engaged to each other, still kept in close contact, you both weren’t exactly courting each other but it was a good start now that you’ve started opening up and understand each other’s feelings more.

Riddle’s mother was originally still upset at Riddle for failing to maintain the engagement however after a long time of convincing from Riddle (mainly from your help because Riddle is still nervous when confronting her, you didn’t face to face tell her anything), she relented and stopped thinking about it.

A nice ending to a story, no?

A/n notes: A- I hate my writing skills ;-;

I wanted to explore more onto the last scene but was so tired and I felt like I dragged it out long enough ehe-

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