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astragatwo · 4 months ago
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are you kidding me.
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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 2 years ago
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This had to be asked just how Protective and smothering was Estinien after the birth of the 9th and final child. Must have caused him to become more anxious then
(References to traumatic childbirth and surgery)
Agnes Varlineau was dreading the evening she was about to spend with her husband. I shouldn't be dreading it. I love him. I...I'm just not sure if he feels the same way anymore...not after Maeva...
She and Estinien had agreed to expand their not-so-little family one last time. Though the morning sickness was bad, the rest of the pregnancy proceeded like all the others.
Except at the end. No matter how hard she pushed, Maeva simply would not come. And when she did, I bled. And bled. And bled. The healers had to take "my parts" to save me, for which I'm forever grateful. I'm so happy to be alive and be with my children...and...but he...
He barely touches me anymore. He's still a caring and loving father. I...I hope he still loves me...but he...doesn't want to touch me. He'll hold my hand every so often, but he won't pinch my ass or rub my sides or anything like how it was...
Now, five moons after Maeva's birth, Luci and Edmont surprised the couple with taking the nine children to Ishgard for a few days (Mum is always a welcome guest at Fortemps Manor) so that the couple could have alone time.
And Agnes was in tears sitting on their bed in a new dress that H'nadia, Yararu, and Purple surprised her with.
He doesn't love me anymore. He'll want someone else. He thinks I'm ugly. He thinks...he won't...
"Agi? What's the matter?" Estinien whispered, kneeling in front of her. I must not have heard or seen him come out of the shower. Oh gods. "Are you okay? If you're not feeling up to going to Kugane, we can stay here--"
"YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!" She sobbed into her hands. He doesn't...he...he doesn't love me... She felt the bed sag as Estinien sat next to her and took her in his arms. Rubbing my back...just like he used...used...
"Why would you say that? I love you, my angel. I've never stopped. Shhh, it's okay, my sweet. It's okay." He pressed small kisses to her dark red hair and squeezed her. "I love you."
"T-then why h-haven't you been touching me?!?! I-I feel like we're fucking roommates!" She continued to sob.
She heard a sigh. "Because I thought perhaps my touches would be...unwelcome. You needed time to recover, and I did not wish to be a burden on you..." He trailed off and swallowed. "I-I wanted you to recover in peace. You and Maeva were so close to death. I felt as if it was my fault..."
Excuse me what?! Agnes pulled away from her husband and stared. "What?"
Tears now flowed freely down Estinien's freshly shaved cheeks. "I was the one who wanted another child. I--"
Agnes silenced him with a sweet kiss. "We made that choice together. I don't regret it at all. Our family is complete. I couldn't be happier with our children. I love you, my grumpy dragon. I love you with all my heart, but what happened is not your fault. I need you, love."
Estinien smiled ruefully and nodded, pulling his wife into his arms once more. "Aye. As I ever need you. Forgive me for these past few moons. I've so missed holding you and..."
HE PINCHED MY ASS! HE DID IT! Agnes wrinkled her nose and giggled. "You naughty man! Get dressed and let's go to Kugane, love."
Nodding, he kissed her again. And one more ass pinch! "Never ever doubt my love for you, sweetheart. It only grows each day."
She giggled. "Like my bum."
Estinien stood and laughed heartily as he grabbed his smalls. "My wife has the best ass and tits on the star!"
He was just worried about me. Didn't want to burden me? Ser, I pulled Nidhogg's ugly fucking eyes off you! "You flatterer! As if you're not handsome as well." She rose as Estinien began buttoning his shirt and lightly tapped his hand away. "I'll do it, love." She murmured, taking my sweet fucking time doing every button. "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions...I should've just talked to you."
"And I should've done the same. I was so worried about you and Maeva...and the rest of the children...but full glad am I that you're all well."
Agnes could not help but smirk as she did the last button. "Maeva's a little fighter, just like her father."
"Her mother too." He whispered, tucking a lock of dark red hair behind her ear. "Shall we, my lady wife?" He offered his arm, which Agnes gladly took.
"Always, love."
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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago
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THINGS YOU MAKE ME DO
Prompt: Inspired by the song Things You Make Me Do by Devil Doll
Word Count: Long-ish
Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader
Warnings: +18, angst, heart break, manipulation
Editor: @thenightmareismyreality
Tag: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @wickedsunfire , @sassymox , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360
Notes: This song is amazing, this band is amazing and I missed my main man, so enjoy lol ❤️ If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉
I've got a secret plan to love you and I do so night and day
And I always stand right by you, have your back in every way
And you wish that I could save you and I wish that I could too
But if you cause too much pain for me I'll leave if I have to
He stood up from the hotel bed and began to get dressed, and as she stared at his figure, she wondered until when was she going to put up with this
But I think about you constantly all through the night and day
And I toss and turn in bed at night and hope it goes away
But it never does and when I wake and you're not next to me
I remember where you are, I hope your girl forgives me
“Are you leaving already?” She asked
“You know I have to” He looked at her “We can’t have people suspecting this” He motioned to the space between them “I would be fucked if they did” He scoffed
“Excuse me?” She asked, hurt by his lack of emotion “What do you mean by that?” She couldn’t have felt more offended, even if she chose to
“What, Y/N? Look, we fuck every once in a while, we have a good time but that’s it!” He chuckled, as he tied up his sneakers “Don’t try to turn this into something that it isn’t” He stood up
“Like what?” She asked angrily
“You know what? I’ll see you later” He winked, and walked out the door of her hotel room
Do I need you?
You seem to think I do
Can't seem to see through anything that you do
Oh, ooohhh, the things you make me do
Y/N was walking down one of the dark arena hallways, when a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, pushing her inside of one of the locker rooms
“Aren’t you gonna talk to me?” He asked, with his lips glued to her ear
“No, and let me go! I have work to do”
“You’ve been ignoring me for three days straight! Why is that, baby?” As his lips made contact with her skin, trailing down her neck
“Roman, just let me go. This is not the place and DEFINITELY not the time”
“I miss you” He whispered “Y/N, baby, you hurt my feelings when you treat me like this” He buried his face in her hair and caressed her body softly
She scoffed “As if you had any”
“Hey” He turned her around so she could face him “What’s the attitude about?” He looked into her eyes, and saw the resentment they held
“Is this because of what I said in your hotel room?” He sighed
“If you know, then why play dumb?” She spat
“C’mon Y/N, I’m sorry, ok?” He hugged her waist “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m an asshole! Please forgive me?” He pouted “Please, baby? I hate when you get mad at me” He begged with his eyes
“You don’t deserve it, you know” She crossed her arms in front of her chest
“Don’t be such a bitter bitch...It’s hotter when you’re MY bitch” He teased
When she tried to hold back a cackle, he knew he had won again
I should know better than to follow your lead wherever you go
Through the raging rivers, stones and alley ways we go
Sometimes I wonder if you really know where you take me to
But your radio is on so loud I can't get through to you
But if everything's ok with you then it's ok with me
You are such a little boy with you're big philosophy
But I'm not a little girl, I am a woman, don't you know?
I'm packing up my toys, I don't want to play anymore
“I don’t want to do this anymore” She said, watching him turn around and get dressed again - as he did every time.
“What are you talking about?” He frowned, as he looked for his shirt
“I don’t want to see you anymore, I’m done with this bullshit”
“You’re breaking up with me?” He laughed, in disbelief
“Well technically, in order to break up with someone you need to be with them in the first place”
“Not this again” He rolled his eyes in annoyance “Why do you always have to get feelings involved, huh? For fucks sake, can’t you ENJOY a one night stand like everybody else?” He threw his hands up in the air
“One night stand?” She widened her eyes in surprise “Do you call fucking almost every night for two years straight a ‘one night stand’ ?”
“Sexually speaking, we couldn't be any more compatible if we tried - so what the fuck do you want me to do? You’re a good fuck to me and I’m a good fuck to you! Why would I search in clubs and bars for something I have next door?” He tugged on his hair out of frustration “I don’t have to date you to like you, Y/N” He sat down beside her on the bed, and caressed her face delicately “You know I like you, don’t you, baby?”
“Yeah I know” She slapped his hand away “You like me when your dick is inside of me”
“Y/N” He sighed
“Get the fuck out” She kicked him on his lower back, in a repeated attempt to shove him out of the bed “Get out!”
“I’m leaving!” He said, grabbing his jacket
“Out!” She threw one of her heels at him, and her aim made it so it nailed him sharply in the hip
“I said I’m fucking leaving” He grabbed the door handle “Crazy bitch!” He said loudly enough for her to hear as he left
But what he didn’t hear were her sobs, which lasted the entire weekend
Do I need you?
You seem to think I do
Can't seem to see through anything that you do
Oh, ooohhh, the things you make me do
Six months had passed. Y/N had transferred to Smackdown, leaving Roman and all of their bitter memories together with Monday Night Raw, and for once in her life, is truly happy. That night, as she approached her car in the parking lot, she spotted none other than Roman himself leaning against the drivers’ door of her vehicle
And how can you smile at me when you know just what you can do
And it's not fair to me cause you know that I can never have you
How can you make me feel so good but then you make me feel so bad
You know that you are the baddest love that I've never had
“Hi, baby” He smiled sheepishly “I missed you” He tried to hug her, but she dismissed him
*It’s not going to be as easy as I thought* He mentally said to himself
“Can I talk to you for a minute? I wanted to apolog-”
“What are you doing here, Roman?” She asked sharply
“I got transferred to Smackdown”
“Good for you” She nodded once and continued “Now, if you excuse me, I’m really tired” She pointed towards her car
“Y/N” He cupped her cheek “Please, just hear me out? I regret everything I did, baby. I mean it! I should have never treated you like that, you don’t deserve it! You’re a beautiful, smart, sexy woman and it was a huge mistake to take you for granted” He brushed his lips softly against hers “Tell me you forgive me, I beg you, please, baby”
“I forgive you and then what? Everything goes back to what it used to be? You treating me like shit? No, Roman. This is not fair to me” She shook her head
“And you’re absolutely right! That will NEVER happen again! I give you my word, baby. Just give me one more chance and I promise I’ll make it up to you” His long fingers stroked the back of her neck lightly, making her miss what they once had.
That was until her phone rang, and the first chords of the Davy Jones Locket song echoed through the parking lot, remembering her of what she had now.
She smiled, as the song continued “No, I have to go” She took his hand off her face and entered the car to go meet the owner of that ringtone.
I've got my own man now, he treats me the way that you never could
And now you're all like "I should’ve, could’ve, would..."
But I'm afraid you've missed the train, you were too busy playing games
And now our story comes to an end, you ain't my lover or my friend
And when I am walking down the aisle oh so happily
Then you'll be saying "it could’ve, should’ve been me."
“Rumor has it, you’re getting married” Roman said, leaning against her office’s door
“Wow, news travels fast in this business, huh?” She answered, not paying too
much attention to him
“Can I see the ring?”
“Why? Want to buy a new one for your wife?” She scoffed
He decided to ignore her tone “Can I know who the lucky guy is?”
“Will it change anything if you do?” She continued to read her papers
“Can you stop answering my questions with other questions?”
“Will you stop asking me personal questions then?”
He chuckled softly “I missed that acid humor of yours”
“What do you want Roman?” She glared at him
“Your happiness” But this time, he meant it
“Now, that’s a bad taste joke” She laughed bitterly
“I know you don’t believe me, but I do”
“Right” She said dismissively
“Can you tell me who it is?”
“I figure, if you know I’m getting married then you also know who the groom is. Why hear old news again?”
“It’s Drew, isn’t it?” He asked defeatedly
She sighed “Yes, Roman. It’s Drew, are you happy now?”
“When is the wedding?”
“October. Why are you suddenly so interested in my love life?”
“I need to know how much time I have to kidnap you before you commit the biggest mistake of your life” He joked, but deep down, he meant it
“I’m pretty sure I’ve already committed that one” She said, intentionally making eye contact with him
“I love you, Y/N. Always have”
“You have a funny way of showing it” She murmured
“I’m sorry, babe...but I felt trapped. I didn’t knew how to express what I was feeling and I was so confused” He locked his gaze with hers “I would do everything different now, I swear I would”
She ignored his pleading eyes, and returned her gaze to her paperwork “I’m afraid that time is gone, Roman...There’s nothing left to do”
If you need me, I will not hear thee
Stay away from me, trying to decieve me
Oh, oh, ohhh the things you make me do
Oh the things you'll never make me do
Oh the things you’ll never make me do
Roses are red, violets are blue and so are you
One year later, Y/N is gathering her personal belongings from her office, her pregnancy doesn’t allow her to travel with the company any more, so she’s going to be working only from her home office for the foreseeable future. A knock on her door made her look up
“I heard the stork will be visiting you soon” Roman said
“Yeah, apparently she will”
“How far along are you?” He approached her carefully
“Just turned four months”
“Baby is popping out of nowhere, huh? Until a week ago you had no bump at all, and now” He reached his hand to touch her belly, but stopped midway
“It’s okay, Ro, you can touch it” She encouraged him
He smiled widely and rested his big hand against her tiny bump
“Do you know what you’re having?” He asked softly
“Girl” She smiled brightly “Regan”
“Even got her a name already? Damn baby, you’re fast- Sorry I shouldn’t have called you that” He said weakly
“It’s ok, don’t worry about it” She tried to hide the nostalgia the pet name brought to her
“I wish...” He trailed off
“Don’t. Don’t go there, please”
“You can still run away with me, you know?” He smirked, teasingly
“I’m sure you would look great holding a female version of Drew” She tried to joke
“As long as you birth it, I don’t care who made it. Although I wish it was me” He tried, one last time
“Maybe in another life, Ro” She smirked sadly, as she reached the door
“Do you promise?” He asked
“I’ll see you around” Smiling widely, she made her way out the arena doors, leaving him behind, for the second time (in that life).
But who knows what can happen in the next one?...
Please, if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘
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meryamthebadassbitch · 3 years ago
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𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘬 || 𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳
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"Do you have one of the Parasites like your dad used to have?" asked Mrs. Chen the girl who paid for the snacks, eyes wide she shook her head in disagreement before stepping out of the store
PARASITE?!
"it's not my fault, dad used to call you that man just don't kill her she can give us a lot of free food you know and you can have extra brains when they always rob her poor store?" "Fine, we'll let it slide" "what do you wanna do?" "We can do whatever WE want" chuckling slightly she nodded making her way upstairs to the rooftop, sitting at the edge with venom beside her they both ate the Pack of chocolate in silence, sure, she was terrified finding out about a symbiote living inside her body just like her father after protecting herself from some scientist, but for these past years she got used to it and they were more like best friends and if something happened to Venom it's like happening to her.
𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠-
Making her way toward the bathroom, attempting to hide from those Men but a voice inside her head made her scream in fear, hiding inside one of the stalls she stared into nothing but emptiness staying quiet as if a serial killer was following her, shaking in fear she tried not to sob out loud by putting her hand on her mouth a drop of a tear falling to the ground as the 10-year-old girl cried in silence with her hands still shaking, the sound of the bathroom stalls being slammed open made her heart stop beating as she started praying for her life, she was going to die that's for sure.
The next thing she knew was the lock breaking and her being pulled harshly by 2 men, screaming in fear she tried biting their hands off but the guns aimed in her head was worse, in a blink of an eye black tentacles came out of her arms and stabbed both of them in the heart, a pool of blood surrounded her as she watched in fear at what she has just done, she just killed two men trying to kidnap her, blood on her white shoes and arms as she tried to open the door and make her way out of this hell hole, but it was the same thing instead this time a group pointed their guns at her as she looked around in search of a place to run away, giving up she sat on the ground putting her hands in the air as told letting the 'police' handcuff her, she's just a 10-year-old girl what possibly could she do?
"mom! please I am begging you to tell them to let me go, we were supposed to be having a girls' night! I promise I didn't kill those men something came out of my arm and-" she couldn't finish her words, Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down her cheeks as she begged her mother for help with a high pitched voice, Anne on the other side stared at her with a guilty look before shaking her head, staring at her in disbelieve she was brutally pulled by the handcuffs away giving her mother one last look.
Did she stay in an Asylum for 8 years without seeing her 'mother' and outside? yes sadly she did, did she get out of the asylum once? no, she never did and that was driving her crazy she was the only one in here and everyone was afraid of her, this place wasn't like any other asylum they brought people with superpowers here, like Eleven from stranger things except Mery didn't have Telekinesis she had Venom.
Sitting in the chair defeatless with an emotionless look on her face, her hands tied to the table, as always, she stared at Anne straight in her eyes "Mery-" "hey doctor, can you please open these handcuffs and let me go back to my room before I do something?" she finally said looking straight into the camera about to transform into the big giant monster when a syringe was on her neck preventing her from doing so, 'how dare she says my nickname' she thought looking straight into her eyes after 8 years of not seeing each other how would you feel and how can she still manage to say her nickname, especially when your own mother is the reason you're looked in here "I Hate you and you don't deserve to be called a mother!" she yelled out struggling from their grip, black tentacles came out of her back as she grabbed every single scientist killing them with no mercy, "Venom, let's get the hell out of here" her voice deadly as she spoke "Copy, you're the boss" just as Anne described she looked just like her father, huge teeth, white eyes, and a long tongue.
𝙀𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠-
"Don't open that door"
"Bitch, Don't order me to do something because you will die waiting?" she said with the usual level of sarcasm before taking off her apron making her way toward the door, what was shitty about this house was it didn't have a peephole, rolling her eyes she opened the door staring at the group in front of her "May I help you?" asked the girl in confusion to why the Avengers are in front of her apartment with a raised eyebrow the Black haired girl was about to close the door when black widow finally said a word after 10 seconds of silence "we need to talk to you?" "Listen, I don't have time to deal with superhero shit I've had enough" "please?" sighing she pushed the door fully letting them in sitting on the couch in front of them with her legs crossed "what?" "Can you introduce us to who you were talking to?" asked Captain America looking at her, raising her eyebrows once again, it was a habit sometimes she bites her nails "were you listening to us the whole time?" "no-" "Jesus, y'all are so famous and busy with superhero shit to the point where you don't understand a joke, Venom can you come out please?" annoyed, a black face appeared beside hers, that was the Parasite living inside her body?
"don't touch it, everyone this is Venom my best buddy and a parasite living inside my body, Her favorite food is brains and chocolate and we both kill robbers every day" putting a fake smile on her face she could see the look on their eyes, Bruce wanting to touch it so badly but stopped when Meryam sent him a look of disagreement, "alright this it, you guys can go, it was lovely meeting you, y'all are awesome superheroes and bye-bye!" "would you like to come with us we need your help, please?" asked Thor holding his hammer, glancing at Venom they both nodded at the same time, they were partners in crime anyways.
"We will but I'm coming alone, see ya at the Tower!" smiling she slammed the door shut
"Can you imagine Thor the god of thunder asking me to come with them, that is awesome right?" "not as awesome as us" nodding with a grin she grabbed her pocket knife charging the gun just in case tying her hair into a bun, putting on the mask Meryam grabbed the bag making her way out of the room.
"Hey miss Chen came to have some supplies?" stated the girl making her way toward the snack session she was probably the only customer here, the threatening sound of another robber echoed around the store as he pointed his gun at the poor woman, "That guy?" "yes bestie, free food for you tonight?" she said making her way toward the man, grabbing his wrist she punched him straight in the jaw, "Mask!" in a blink of an eye the same monster Mrs. Chen saw a long time ago was in front of her expect it was a woman, and that woman was Eddie Brock's daughter, Biting his head off she paid for the snacks before making her way out "night, thanks for the free snack!"
(venom ate the man, duh)
"This walk is boring!" "I know but we're almost there don't worry" "I Miss the Loser" "yeah, same he was the best dad" "and best Host, you both are the best" "aw thanks Venom you're the best too" a soft smile rose on her lips, The world was a better place when she smiled to Venom and he promised to Eddie he would keep her safe, thank god, she had her earphones on so people wouldn't call her crazy for talking by herself, "Jesus how many floors in this Tower?" "93"
"Excuse me is Tony Stark here, he said I can meet him here?" politely asking the blonde woman who was holding a little girl in her hand she took off her mask not to scare her, they didn't seem to recognize her right? "She's probably his wife" the voice of the symbiote echoed around her head as she nodded, "oh yes you must be Meryam, you seem kinda Familiar?" the blonde woman asked her, her heart stopped beating as soon as she said the last words, "o-oh really, who?" "oh never mind, you're so pretty by the way, I should probably go take Morgan to sleep Tony is having a meeting with the rest and they're waiting for you" "Yeah thank you?" "Pepper call me Pepper dear" nodding she waved at the little girl who had a cute smile on her face before making her way to where Pepper pointed
"Hey Old man, you wanted to meet us?" the same sound they heard 30 minutes ago echoed around the room earning their attention, chuckling at how startled they looked Meryam tried to hold her laugh while Venom was grinning evilly on the other side, "Ahh miss Brock come in" "it's Meryam, Anthony" okay that surely got him annoyed she could see how he rolled his eyes, sitting down on one of the chairs she looked around greeting the rest with a straight look.
"Tell us more about yourself?" not wanting to tell them her whole story, she shook her head with an emotionless look on her face "there's nothing more to know about me, I lived 13 years alone that's it, my life is useless anyways I only have Venom and kill robbers nothing more interesting?" one thing they learned about her was how fast she changed her emotions, 5 seconds ago she was trying not to laugh and now a deadpan look on her face. Pietro didn't trust her, not even a single bit and that was why a glare was attached to his stupid face
"So Meryam we're going to be on a mission for these past days and since you have nothing to do, you're going to catch the robbers around the city and take Morgan to school" tearing her gaze away from Pietro who was still glaring she blinked slightly trying to process what he just said, "excuse me, am I getting paid for that?" "yes" "fine, I'll do it, and will you stop glaring at me like I am some target?" her Black eyes met his as she spoke with gritted teeth's, anger rushing through her body Wanda slapping his shoulder before apologizing to her "I am so sorry Meryam-" "it's alright Wanda don't apologize in his place, he just needs to stop and do it all by himself if he's a true man, good night everyone" with that she made her way out of the place trying to calm her nerves down
Anger Issues
"Ohh she got you good" Teased Sam the twin who was still fuming in anger, rage thrummed through his veins as he swallowed down his frustration sending him a harsh look, "shut up birdy" with that he was out of sight just before Clint could say something
"oh these two are not going to be friends or work together, it's probably something worse"
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pars-ley · 4 years ago
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Come away with me
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Pairing: Jimin x f reader ft Namjoon x f reader
Summary: Roses are dead, my soul feels blue, come away with me, I only want you. Being forced into an arranged marriage is not ideal, even less so when you're hopelessly in love with someone else. But with your choice, could come bloody consequences.
Genre: arranged marriage au / affair au / angst / smut / fluff / mafia au / 
Rating: 18+ (nsfw)
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Oral f recieving / sex / finger foreplay / mention of murder /
Beta reader: @taegularities​ thank you so much!
A/n: This is for the btswritersclub February prompt 'dishonest love'. 
When you die, do you think you'll be able to go back to the time you were the happiest, and relive those moments forever? 
Or if there's a life after this one, maybe it'll be another chance at happiness with the person who satisfies your soul completely.
Either way, your mind only sees one person behind your eyelids. And replays one moment…
Your bare breasts shine from the orange light of the fire, bathing you in a golden glow as you watch his soft, gentle lips cascade slowly down your body. Every part of your flesh he meets, sings under his touch and creates a pathway of goosebumps, leading him onward.
"You're so beautiful," Jimin whispers against you, an involuntary shiver vibrating down your spine.
You smile at his words, fingers smoothing the hair from his eyes so you can see him. His intense stare, so full of love and adoration makes your heart ready to burst in your chest, pouring emotion singing his name at full force.
His fingers are on you and in you, manoeuvring in a way only he can, knowing your body and pleasing you in ways that make your back arch and your toes curl. Your fingernails find anchorage in the soft pile rug beneath you as you ground yourself from floating away, as the feel of his hot, wet mouth on you is enough to tip you into the abyss.
When your quaking body eases under his touch, he climbs slowly up your body, his lips journey upward leaving a trail of wet prints behind him.
You pull him into a fiery kiss, tongues dancing a heated rumba. The taste of you on his mouth brings fresh heat straight to your core.
You have never felt more free and more happy than in this moment. You do not allow yourself to think about tomorrow. You want to drink in everything about this night.
"Run away with me," he whispers. 
His words are exactly what you long to hear and what you long to do.
"You know I can't." You stroke the side of his face, the curve of his cheek fitting perfectly in your palm.
"You can. Forget about what your duty is. Forget about your father. Live for yourself."
A sad laugh escapes you. "If only it was that simple."
He sits up, pulling you up with him. "It can be! Come away with me. We can go anywhere you want. Your dad won't find us, we can just live our life." 
Tears sting your eyes as hope overwhelms you. Could it be possible? To live your life freely with him and forget about everything else? 
"Please, choose me and I swear I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me."
The desperate plea in his eyes has you melting and in this moment you truly believe it's possible.
You nod as he responds with a heart stopping beam, one that has you weak and wanting to do everything in your power to make sure it keeps dazzling you.
His hands capture the sides of your face, lips moving against yours, pouring every ounce of love into this kiss.
You make love on the rug in the firelight until the early hours of the morning. He draws his name from your lips more than once and you relish in being able to say it so freely. You've had a taste of freedom with him and you know you can't go back now.
"Pack a bag. Meet me at the old oak tree on the edge of town at noon?"
You nod as he strokes your face with his thumb, bringing you the most amount of comfort from such a tiny action.
As he sneaks out through your window, your heart leaves with him, feeling safe and loved in the warmth of his embrace.
You watch until the dark night captures him completely from your sight.
You and him forever, how it's meant to be. Could your dream become a reality?
You race to fetch your bag and begin shoving clothes and your most prized possessions in every crevice.
A knock on your door has you frozen in place before shoving your bag under your bed in time to see your mother’s face peer in.
"I thought I saw your light on," she says sweetly as she steps in, closing the door behind her. "Wedding day jitters?" she asks. 
You nod automatically, guilt already threatening to boil over inside you.
"I thought as much. I was the same when I married your father." She walks over, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, patting the space beside her. You do as she asks, as usual, and take a seat.
"Let me tell you something, and I want you to listen to every word." Her eyes blaze into yours, the sweet, cheery side gone, leaving you with only the intimidating and menacing side that made your stomach turn and your palms sweat.
"Before I married your father, I was in love with a boy. Handsome, charming, caring, adventurous, everything I'd ever wanted in a man, everything I could have hoped for. We had a very passionate relationship and we were seeing each other right up until the night before my wedding. That night he asked me to run away with him."
Your eyes pop but you dare not speak before she's finished.
"I wanted to, lord knows how often I still think about that moment but I chose not to follow my heart but to follow my duty, that's what matters the most, dear. I wouldn't have this wonderful life with my lovely dresses, my jewels, our cars, our boats, everything. I'd be a peasant, living the simple life. Is that what you want?" She raises a sharp eyebrow in your direction and you swallow the lump of fear in your throat. 
You want him, you'd gladly give up everything else but you dare not say those words out of fear of the consequences.
She sighs. "I know it's hard, believe me, giving up what you love and desire the most is not easy but it is worth it. Kim Namjoon can give you everything your father gives me. That's all I want for you, dear."
You don't miss the silent earning she's giving you as she stands and heads for the door.
"Because I love you, I'll give you the chance to make this right. Send a message to Park Jimin, telling him why you must marry Kim Namjoon and that he must leave you alone, and I will spare his meaningless little life." She shuts the door behind her, leaving you with a thick silence that grabs your throat and suffocates you.
Your dream is slipping away through your fingers as you grapple at it, attempting to keep it.
You want to run to him now. To grab him and never let go. You wish you could protect him but you can't. 
Seeing his face in your mind, you clutch your chest and let the sobs wrack your body. The love of your life further away than you could have imagined.
You want to run to him, to escape with him now but you dare not put him in any more danger, knowing he must already be being watched by your father’s people.
You were trapped, a prisoner in your own home, in your own life, destined to follow you mother’s footsteps and be the wife of a mob boss, enslaved in a loveless marriage forever. 
That is your destiny. As much as you want to believe differently, you have no choice. You couldn't risk Jimin's life for your selfish wants. He is more important than anything, he deserves to be happy with someone freely.
You sit at your desk and pour all of the love you have left in your words on the paper, printed forever for him to look back on, knowing you sealed your heart in the envelope just for him. Letting him know this sacrifice isn't an easy one and that he will have your heart for eternity and beyond. Begging him not to come and save you as the idea of a world where he isn't living could not keep you too.
You print the wax seal and scrawl his name across the front before letting your tears escape freely until you're lulled into a painful and restless sleep.
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You snap out of the memory of last night and stare at your reflection in your long, ornate wedding gown, not a hair out of place, the perfect makeup concealing bags and red rimmed eyes.
You go through the motions of getting ready on autopilot, all noise fading into the background, everyone around you passing in a blur. You feel numb at the prospect of what you're about to do. 
You'd sent one of your fathers errand boys off with your letter, telling him exactly where Jimin would be. You can't bear to think of what his reaction will be when he reads it, you don't want to imagine the heartbreak your words will cause, you are already dealing with enough of your own.
In no time at all you are at the cathedral in the lobby, flowers in hand and desperately holding back the tears you feel burning behind your eyelids. 
"You look beautiful, darling," your father whispers as he intertwines your arm with his.
The empty pit in your chest that used to house your heart is throbbing with grief and mourning at the life you're entering and for the one you're leaving behind.
You take a deep breath and steel yourself as the large, oak double doors open and you're faced with the sea of guests turning back to admire you.
At the end of the aisle you see him, the stern, expressionless Kim Namjoon. Soon to be your husband. Looking at you with utter...indifference. As if you were nothing more than a simple business deal. Which is exactly what you are to him. You look away from his unrelenting, icy stare.
Thankful for the veil, concealing your true feelings behind the mesh fabric.
You glance at the faces you walk past, most people are here because of your parents, they're people you've never met or who you hardly know.
A familiar set of crescent eyes and plump lips draw your attention, capturing all your focus immediately as your stomach drops.
Jimin.
Your Jimin.
All you want to do is run to him, but you dare not falter and draw attention to him. How did he even get in?
Why is he here?
He moves slowly along the row towards you, panic seizing your organs and squeezing them in an alarming grip.
Your breath hitches in your throat and as it leaves your lips in a rush, your father follows your gaze and spots him. 
Everything stops. Everyone looks around to him and all you can hear is the hushed chatter of the people around you.
You can't bear to tear your eyes away from him as all he does is offer you that breathtaking smile that makes you believe in gods, and angels and everything in between.
You shut your eyes tight wanting to keep that image burned in your mind and not wishing to see whatever is about to happen next...
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echo-three-one · 4 years ago
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Chapter 27
Who's still reading this? Have fun!
CW : character death (This spoils a lot I'm sorry but I have to put it.)
THE ROAD SO FAR
Previous Chapter : What's behind door number two?
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Staying in Shape
John Price
MacTavish Residence, Glasgow, Scotland
It has been almost three days since the culmination of the New York Attack and most of his contacts regarding Nero and Shepherd's movements were quiet. He was getting anxious to step back into the fight, but without sufficient intel, or even better weapons, they couldn't do anything.
Price scanned the room, everyone else started to pair up with each other, a dynamic he expected to happen anytime soon. With all the challenges they've been through, finding love within each other was inevitable. And Price was fine by that. Heck, when he was younger, he had his fair share of romance during missions.
With the thought of Nero and Shepherd resurfacing any moment soon, Price devised a plan, to keep his crew in shape and always prepared to deploy as soon as sufficient intel is presented.
With the help of Jack, they created a training and endurance exercise schedule, where the soldiers, including Price himself, would follow to still continue to stay in shape and prepared for battle. They asked permission from Soap who was more than willing to help, an excited grin all over his face.
"I'll help you set up." he said, gaining a nod from the old man.
"France will train at the basement gym." He added and Soap nodded.
From that moment, the team started training, improving their physical abilities and endurance. Weapons training wasn't possible at the moment as they left it all in Brazil.
Jack overlooked the team from afar, Samantha and Maxine were at the gym helping out France's version of the training. They did the regular set of training from standard 141 protocol, using everyday materials in exchange for some of the equipment Soap didn't own. Price also instructed a specific dietary plan for the soldiers instead of just eating whatever they liked.
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While on break, the two girls, Samantha and Maxine approached Price with an excited look in their eyes. Priced raised an eyebrow and asked what they were up to.
"Everyone's doing their best and We both wanted to offer our help." Samantha explained as Maxine inserted.
"We'd like to apply as the team's dietician and health consultant. My resumé is that I have vast knowledge in cooking along with their nutritional information." She grinned.
"And Samantha here has little background on tending to physical wounds and pain. You could see how fast Alex's face healed!" Maxine added. Price was more than happy to accept their offer, it goes to show that they were willing to give whatever it takes for the people and cause they cared about.
"Alright. Guess you're both hired." he chuckled as the two cheered and made their way to their respective 'partners', probably out to share the good news.
Wiping his sweaty forehead with a towel, he looked around the main room where everybody was. Jack was by the office, looking up something on the laptop or probably just playing solitaire. Soap and France were at the gazebo, he could barely see them by the angle he's at but he couldn't miss that flashy mohawk.
To his left, he saw Samantha sitting on Alex's lap as she carefully cleaned Alex's bruise, Roach sat on the other end of the sofa, chugging a bottle of Gatorade while Maxine stood behind him, he could barely hear it, but it looked like the newly hired dietician was already lecturing him about the benefits of said drink, saying the word 'electrolytes' somewhere in the sentence.
He felt proud that this team stood by him ever since he made that choice. He was very grateful that he had someone whom he shared common goals with.
"Price. It's for you." Jack called from the office, causing him to immediately get up and answer the call.
"Aye, this is Price. Got anything for me?" he muttered.
"John. Looks like your friend is on the move." Kate Laswell spoke on the other end of the line, her voice was authoritative as always.
"Which one?" he chuckled, it was about time he received some news.
"Shadow Company. Looks like they're brave using the same car again. Same plate and all." she informed, giving Price the last route they went before going cold once again. It led them to an empty warehouse just by the docks.
"Just what are these bastards up to…" he muttered.
"I have no idea. Think you'll do recon? It doesn't strike as a threat to warrant an official team, this leads really calling your name, John."
Laswell hinted. Despite him being out of the force and one of Fbi's most wanted, Kate insisted to use such perk for further trapping the suspicious Shepherd.
"I worked hard forming the 141 and he easily disbands it like it's nothing…" she added, her voice sounded very bitter.
"Now now, Kate. Take it easy. We'll get him. He's bound to fuck up anytime soon. Keep in touch, mkay?" he said as they both said their goodbyes and ended the call.
"A little recon mission won't hurt, right?" he nudged to Jack who grinned proudly at the solitaire victory screen, cards bounced all around the edges of the screen.
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John Price found himself unable to sleep. It was either he's actually excited to do some missions or he's too worried about what they're about to discover, what would Shadow Company be up to and what is the quiet Nero planning behind the scenes? His thoughts raced to a dozen possibilities, all calling for drastic measures and sacrifices. He knew he had allies by his side, allies that are always ready to do whatever it takes to fix this mess.
He lazily dragged his feet to get a glass of water in the kitchen, despite being huge, the house was awfully quiet. Too quiet that he could hear every soft rustling from the halls.
He wasn't one to eavesdrop but he couldn't help but hear soft murmuring near MacTavish's bedroom.
"So.. um.. same time tomorrow?" said a low Scottish voice a chuckle followed. It was obviously Soap and Price thought only enemies were doing something behind the scenes.
"You wish.." a female voice giggled.
"But seriously… Thanks for tonight John." she added.
"No problem, Francine. So.. what's stopping you from staying overnight?" he chuckled. Price knew this was wrong but his glass of water was still half full.
"You know that I'd love to… but Maxine also needs me right now. Especially that she's slowly recovering bits and pieces of the past." she reasoned and Price knew it was time to head back to his room quietly.
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Maxine Winters
MacTavish Residence, Glasgow, Scotland
It felt real. She looked around and felt that this was more than just an ordinary dream. The vision was too dark with a small ray of light peeking from the slightly ajar door.
She knew where this was. She liked hiding here, her parent's closet.
She was waiting for Francine to find her, Francine always knew where she hid. But in this certain memory, she wasn't there.
She giggled quietly and hushed herself as soon as the door opened, France was going to find her. But instead, what she heard was her Dad saying words of assurance followed by heavy breathing. She was curious enough to peek through the small opening.
Her dad carried her Mom to the bed, his hands held hers tight, wiping the sweat off her forehead as her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath was labored and her eyes looked tired.
"Hang in there, love. The doctor's on the way." his father assured, making his wife comfortable as they wait for help to arrive.
"I don't think I can make it anymore…" She whispered.
"No no no. Don't do this to me Coraline, don't you want to see our angels grow up?" he sobbed, tears fell on her hands as he kissed it. Maxine remained still, she wanted to cry but she just sat inside the closet, peeking, frozen in a mix of fear and worry.
"I do , Love … but it looks like my body can't make it to that day… I'm sorry…"
"Don't! Please Coraline, stay strong, for me… for the kids…"
"I am… and I know that you know it." she exhaled, panting heavily after the last sentence. Her Dad hugged her until her breathing stabilized, while Coraline weakly raised her hand and hugged him back.
"Promise me you'll see the kids grow up…
Promise me to tell them how much I love them every single day…
And promise me that you'll never forget how much I loved you… Francis Maximus Winters." tears fell from her tired eyes. Her dad held her cheek and wiped it off, sobbing as she slowly closed them.
"I'm not sure if I could keep all of those promises… but I will try… I love you Coraline Winters, I always have and I always will, until the time we'll meet again." he muttered. Maxine witnessed it all, the way her father's face frowned when he realized he just lost his wife. It was one of her saddest memories.
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Maxine gasped and opened her eyes, touching her face as soon as they opened. Tears. She was crying while asleep. She flicked the lamp and looked around her, France wasn't around. Just as she pulled the sheets so she could leave the bed, the door knob slowly turned and a soft creak was heard. It was Francine.
"France!" Maxine gasped and immediately ran to her side, hugging her tight as she began crying. France smelled different, almost masculine, but she didn't mind.
"Max! What happened? Are you okay?" France quickly hugged her, rubbing her back as she quietly bawled out her emotions.
"I saw… " She panted.
"I saw… Mom…"
"Mom died…" She exhaled as Francine escorted her downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to calm her heart.
"You were in the closet. We were supposed to be playing hide and seek." France muttered as Maxine turned to her.
"Francis… Maximus Winters." she recalled.
"That's dad's name. It's quite long, right? Mom actually liked him because of it." France enlightened, trying to make Max calm down.
"Yeah… is he ?" Max asked.
"Yeah… but he's kinda forgot about us now. Every time we visit he just looks for Coraline."
"Mom."
"Yes."
"He kept his promise." Max said.
"Huh?" France tilted her head.
"Mom's last words. Promise me you'll see the kids grow up…
Promise me to tell them how much I love them every single day…
And promise me that you'll never forget how much I loved you…" Max recalled from her dream and as more words were added, France's sobs were louder.
"He… he did them all…" France cried as they both hugged each other. And it was the moment that Maxine remembered what France looked like when they first met, her smile… It was the smile of someone who was finally reunited with her only family, and it was painful how the only ones she could cling to couldn't remember her.
"What's that smell?" Maxine asked as she killed the mood of the sisterly hug. France's face turned red, even in the dimly lit room, Max could tell that she was blushing.
"N-Nothing… I don't smell anything." She laughed nervously.
"I swear I passed by that scent somewhere…" she looked at her suspiciously and laughed, shrugging it off which actually made France relax her shoulders.
"Let's go back to sleep." Maxine invited her sister and they both got back to their room.
Next Chapter : Docked and Loaded
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viscountessevie · 3 years ago
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To Lady Paige, With Love [Part 2]
Main Pairing: Eloise Bridgerton x FemOC! Paige Crane [Reference to Past! Marina Thompson x Paige Crane]
Series Summary: A WLW Rewrite of To Sir Phillip, With Love - featuring my OC Paige Crane, Phillip's twin sister. What happens when Eloise Bridgerton writes to Phillip after the death of his wife but her letter gets intercepted by his twin sister who loved more Marina than he ever did?
Chapter Summary: After corresponding with Eloise for over a year using her brother's name, Paige is mourning Marina's first death anniversary. All Paige wanted was some peace and quiet but little does she know, she's in for a rude awakening
Trigger Warnings: Grief, Brief Mentions of Previous Death/Suicide Attempt, Depression & Anxiety
Part 1 - Prologue: Take Me To The Lakes
Chapter 1: Right Where You Left Me [February 1823]
5:48pm. That time would haunt Paige for the rest of her life.
'Time of death: 5:48pm.' the doctor had said. The moment Marina was officially pronounced dead, Paige screamed. She could still hear the echoes of her own scream every night she spent in Marina's room, sobbing herself to sleep. It had been a month since she died. Paige truly understood what Marina felt and went through.
The grief, pain and sadness was all consuming. She was drowning in her own emotions. It made her want to throw herself into the lake and join Marina. At least drowning in the lake was tangible. It was a tangible way to match the melancholy she was feeling. Through the pain, Paige had learnt that when people take their lives, they don't get rid of the melancholy, they simply pass it on. Paige had become a victim of Marina's pain being passed onto her.
She knew that everyone was dealing with the loss on their own but she was just so angry with Phillip and the children and even the staff. Pretending like Marina was never there. The worst part is, she couldn't fault them for it. Marina wasn't there, at least not mentally present. The last month has eased off her anger. She nearly bit Phillip's head off when he came back from his business trip the day before she passed.
"You should have been here! I may love her but she's still your wife!"
"I had a very important specimen to pick up, you know that, Paige." He said gruffly. She was so sick and tired of him using his experiments as an excuse to neglect his family.
"I know that!" She snapped at him, "These trips are getting ridiculous. You can't keep using them to run away from your responsibilities. You made a commitment to her and your children. You completely abandoned them!" Her voice cracked with anger. Now Phillip was getting frustrated with her and snapped back at his twin.
"Do you think I wanted to carry those burdens? I had no choice in the matter! I had to be the one to clean up the mess George left behind!"
She stepped back at her brother's outburst. He never yelled. He refused to be their father. She knew she had crossed the line. She softened her expression.
"I shouldn't have yelled, I apologise. But so help me God, you will not repeat that to her or the children. They are our family, Phillip, 'not a mess George left behind." Her voice was low, laced with a cold fury.
"She's resting now but you should go see her. I'll give you two some privacy." Paige made her suggestion sound like a demand. There was absolutely no reason why he should neglect his duties as a husband now. She wasn't going to let him off the hook for it. She quickly slipped into the room to kiss Marina's forehead. She allowed Philip in and headed off to tend to the children.
Then there was that dreadful conversation where Amanda openly admitted that she was glad her mother was gone. Paige knew on an intellectual level that's not what Amanda had meant. She meant she was happy her mother was happy even if it meant she was gone. But emotionally, it destroyed Paige to hear that.
It was exhausting to feel like the only one who truly cared for Marina. She had all these emotions welled up inside her, screaming to be let out. Yet she felt like she couldn't talk to anyone. The children played and carried on as per normal. While Phillip had stopped taking his trips to avoid the children, he has hidden away in the Greenhouse more often. He refuses to talk about her. What else could she expect from her twin who represses the slightest hint of human emotion. God forbid he let himself feel sad.
She took a deep breath and reminded herself that everyone processed grief in different ways. She needed something to get her mind off things. On cue, Miles came in to deliver the mail. She gestured for him to hand them over and he took his leave.
She flipped through the envelopes, none addressed to her. Of course no one would write to her and the only person who would, died. She was about to put down the pile when a name jumped out at her.
From: Eloise Bridgerton No. 5, Bruton Street London
She remembered Eloise like it was yesterday. They spent some time together during their first season. She came as a package deal with Penelope Featherington. So when Marina had struck up a friendship with Penelope, Paige found herself spending a lot of time with the two of them. The four of them were quite the formidable group during that first season. Paige remembered how many suitors Marina had received. Unable to deal with her jealousy in a healthy manner, she did what she did best, ran away from her emotions. She poured herself into a friendship with Eloise. Somewhere along the way, she had developed feelings for the clever Bridgerton. She recalled how she did her best to repress those feelings. Even though at the time, Marina and her were nowhere close to courtship, Paige still felt like she was being unfaithful to her.
There was just something about Eloise that had drawn Paige to her.
She shook her head rather violently, as if trying to shake those memories away. How could she be thinking of that when she's supposed to be grieving Marina? She set down the letter, leaving it for Phillip to read it later when he finally comes out of hiding.
She stood up to head to Marina's room to mope. It almost seemed like she had taken Marina's place as the Romney Hall's living ghost. What was the point in living your life when the person you wanted to spend it with was gone?
But rising questions about Eloise's letter stopped her. For one, why was it addressed to Phillip rather than her? She knew it had been well over a decade, but had Eloise forgotten her already?
Her plan to mope for the day had been abandoned and she picked up Eloise's letter once again. She picked up the letter opener and impulsively ripped it open.
Sir Phillip Crane —
I am writing to express my condolences on the loss of your wife, my dear friend Marina, I remember her fondly and was deeply saddened to hear of her passing .
Please do not hesitate to write if there is anything I can do to ease your pain at this difficult time .
Yrs,
Miss Eloise Bridgerton
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Oh. She was just as lovely as Paige remembered her. This was too kind of a letter to delay it's response. Paige went to her room and sat at her desk. She pulled out her stationary kit and fetched herself some parchment and a quill. She quickly penned down a response.
Dear Eloise —
I hope you remember me from your first season. Marina was a dear friend to me as well and I thank you for your kind note on behalf of Marina. It was thoughtful of you to write asking after us.
I offer you this flower attached as thanks. It is called an Eden rose also known as the Pierre de Ronsard, named after the great French poet.
Did you know that it reaches an average diameter of 10 centimetres. The large flowers are very full with 55 to 60 petals. Due to their weight the cupped, globular flowers tend to bow their heads.
It was Marina's favourite flower. She loved the carmine-pink on the inside and ivory on the outside. I hope you enjoy it as much as she did.
Sincerely -
*
She stopped short before she signed it off with her name. She had finally stepped out of her moment of impulsivity. Insanity more like, she thought to herself. She felt awful for invading Eloise and - by extension - Phillip's privacy.
She couldn't send this! How was she going to explain it?
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Dear Miss Bridgerton —
I am absolutely mad and stole my brother's mail because I used to fancy you when we first debuted together in our first season.
Yours Sincerely, Paige Crane
That would certainly go over well. She would be lucky not to be locked up. She stared at her original letter and ripped it up. She detested the thought of Phillip striking up a friendship with Eloise. Deep down she knew if he became as enamoured with her as she once was, he'd make her his wife. It might have only been a month but she knew her brother. He needed a mother and wife for the children. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that he was already planning to look for one.
He had already taken Marina from her. As twins, they grew up sharing everything, starting from the womb. Everywhere Paige went, Phillip was there. They even had parallel careers. She just wanted this one person to herself. It was selfish she knew but she wanted to keep her London past for herself. Even if it meant never letting Phillip see the letter and responding on her own.
She rewrote another note without a second thought:
Dear Miss Bridgerton,
Thank you for your kind note on behalf of my wife. It was thoughtful of you to take the time to write to a gentleman you have never met. I offer you this full bloom flower as thanks.
It is called an Eden rose also known as the Pierre de Ronsard, named after the great French poet. Did you know that it reaches an average diameter of 10 centimetres. The large flowers are very full with 55 to 60 petals. Due to their weight the cupped, globular flowers tend to bow their heads.
It was Marina's favourite flower. She loved the carmine-pink on the inside and ivory on the outside. I hope you enjoy it as much as she did.
When it came to signing off, she hesitated for a moment at her dishonesty. Then the anger of having lost most of her life and identity to Phillip came up. That was motivation enough for her to scribble the last line of the letter:
Sincerely, Sir Phillip Crane.
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Letter Correspondence From March 1823 to March 1824 Between Paige Crane & Eloise Bridgerton
Dear Sir Phillip -
Thank you so very much for the charming flower. It was such a lovely surprise when it came attached to the envelope. And such a precious memento of dear Marina, as well .
I could not help but notice your facility with the flower's scientific name and seemed to be knowledgeable about its properties. Are you a botanist?
Yours, Miss Eloise Bridgerton
*
Eloise’s response had come quite quickly in a week. It was no easy feat hiding the letters from Phillip. He was the Lord of the house after all. Paige was lucky enough to have a friend in Miles. She had been the one to stop Phillip from being let go. She had named him her personal assistant instead. She coyly asked Miles for a favour and requested that all of Eloise’s letters be directed to her. He looked at her with utter confusion when she asked.
“Whatever are you up to, Miss Crane?”
“Miles, you know you can call me Paige. We are friends, aren’t we?” She had a mischievous shine in her eye that told him she was up to something.
“I suppose… that doesn’t answer my question, Paige.” He said her name pointedly. She chuckled at him, he was hilarious. She knew she made the right choice keeping him employed.
“Friends trust each other. I promise I will tell you everything down the line.” She shot him a look of promise. That fixed the issue of being found out was solved easily. All she had to do now was enjoy the correspondence.
She still had not been able to break her habit of crying herself to sleep in Marina’s room every night, but these letters took her mind off the grief momentarily. She couldn’t thank Eloise Bridgerton enough for that. She read back Eloise’s response and grinned. Eloise was as charming and eloquent as always. She was clever enough to pick out Paige's interest in plants just by her rambles. Paige also noticed how Eloise was clever enough to end her letter with a question. What a sneaky lady, now Paige had to reply. Not that she was complaining. She was rather happy to have revived this old connection.
She pulled out her stationary and penned her reply. She stuck close to the truth while using Phillip's qualifications. Just because she wasn't allowed a formal education at Cambridge didn't make her any less knowledgeable than her twin. She devoured his textbooks during his University days. She most likely would have beat him to an honours degree in Botany had the fairer sex been allowed to study in Universities.
She followed Eloise's lead and ended her letter with a question as well. She vaguely remembered Eloise’s interest in humanities but she wanted it confirmed from the lady herself.
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Dear Miss Bridgerton —
Indeed I am a botanist, trained at Cambridge, although I am not currently connected with any university or scientific board. I maintain my own garden at Romney Hall, in my greenhouse. Are you of a scientific bent as well?
Yours , Sir Phillip Crane
The reply came another week later. She smiled at being correct in her assumption. They started going back and forth every week, until a year had passed.
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Dear Sir Phillip —
Heavens, no, I have not the scientific mind, I'm afraid, although I do have a fair head for sums. My interests lie more in the humanities; you may have noticed that I enjoy penning letters .
Yours in friendship,
Eloise Bridgerton
*
My dear Miss Bridgerton —
Ah, but it is a sort of friendship, isn't it? I confess to a certain measure of isolation here in the country, and if one cannot have a smiling face across one's breakfast table, then one might at least have an amiable letter, don't you agree?
I have enclosed another flower and a book for you. This flower is Centaurea cyanus, more commonly known as the cornflower. They are a personal favourite of mine, especially for its vibrance in colour. They are actually grown as a weed in cornfields, hence where it derives its common name from. Quite beautiful for a weed, wouldn’t you agree?
As for the book, I would like to share a piece of my literary heart with you. You will find a copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein in the package. I regard it as a brilliantly complex novel that tackles the existential questions of creating life in such an nuanced manner. I would love to hear your thoughts on it.
With great regard, Phillip Crane
*
Even though it was a friendly exchange of letters, Paige considered sharing her favourite flower and novel a way of elevating the friendship. They were a part of her identity. A part that she was willingly giving away to another to cherish and hold. It was a big step for her and that terrified her. She was scared of developing feelings for someone else. She could not bear to go through it again.
She knew no sane woman - despite being a child of Sappho - would give up the security of a husband and run off with another woman. Most of the sapphic women Paige knew were far too caught up in the social norms to ever step out of their comfort zone into a realm of possibilities of a free life with her. She knew she got lucky with Marina and that Phillip didn’t care enough for Marina to be bothered with their love affair. He also loved his sister enough to be happy with his wife, even if he didn’t understand how she could love a person who seemed to be made of sadness. Paige knew he never understood, but he didn’t have to. Marina and her understood each other and that’s all that truly mattered until the end.
While Eloise has never stated whether she felt that way about women, she did seem like a child of Sappho. The way she had interacted with potential suitors during that first season, or rather the way she didn’t. She hid away from every suitor that came her way. At times, she would pull Paige away to the lemonade table to avoid them, whenever Penelope was too busy dancing with Colin. The way she scoffed at marriage. She just seemed content in her independence. Paige had admired that about her.
*
As always her next letter did not disappoint:
Dear Sir Phillip —
Thank you for the book and flower, I truly appreciated them. I have always found sharing books recommendations with companions is like giving them a piece of yourself. So I thank you again, for gifting me a piece of yourself. I promise to cherish it.
And I have read Frankenstein before! It truly is one of its kind. I could go on for hours on end about how much I love this book and how brilliantly crafted it is. Perhaps, should we ever meet, we could discuss it over tea one day.
The cornflower was wonderful, thank you. I do love how it seems to shine a brighter blue in the sunlight. I think it might be my favourite flower as well.
Yours, Eloise Bridgerton.
A dreamy sigh escaped Paige’s lips as she drank in Eloise’s latest words. Paige had never felt more seen and understood. Eloise expressed the sentiment of Paige’s intent with the book and flower exactly. Paige might have used her brother’s name, but she knew in her heart Eloise knew her - even if it was not by her given name. She found the line about meeting and discussing the novel over tea, a rather bold choice. Was Eloise inviting her to tea?
She sighed when the sobering truth hit her. Eloise wasn’t inviting her. She was inviting her brother. She knew what she had to do - politely shut her down.
Dearest Miss Bridgerton —
You took the words right out of my quill. Those were my exact intentions when I thought of sending my favourite flower and book over to you. I am very much honoured that you cherish an important part of myself. I truly appreciate it. Truth be told, I appreciate you and our friendship.
Perhaps, one day. Tea does sound lovely.
What mischief have you been causing as of late? I am always excited to read your recounts of your daily adventures.
Yours as always, Phillip Crane. * Over the next few months simply flew by for Paige, the letters giving her a reprieve from her grief. They talked about anything and everything under the sun. She learned everything there is to know about Eloise Bridgerton. They exchanged childhood stories, more books between the two of them - Paige found out that Eloise’s guilty pleasure was Jane Austen’s romance novels - and held full conversations of various academic subjects. Her most prized possession was Eloise’s old copy of Persuasion filled with Eloise’s notes and thoughts on the book. Paige’s heart soared the moment she received it. It was Eloise’s version of giving Paige a piece of herself. She hadn’t read Persuasion before so she was glad for the recommendation. The botanist couldn’t help but laugh as she read the novel. Anne and Captain Wentworth’s story seemed to mirror hers. Their 7 year separation felt rather familiar to having not seen Eloise since their first season.
Before she knew it, a year had passed. She was startled when she saw the calendar on her desk when penning her latest letter to Eloise. 14th February 1824. It was the day Marina attempted to kill herself a year ago. Tomorrow would be a year since Marina’s last good day. And two days from now, on 17th February 1824, Paige would have to be met with the sobering reality of Marina’s death anniversary.
The holidays had been hard as it could be. The empty chair Marina had previously occupied was staring at Paige while her family carried on with their jovial Christmas dinner. She couldn’t understand how they could simply get on with their lives while she felt like a piece of her was missing. Yes, Marina was not much for festivities but sitting beside her and enjoying the food they cooked together was the highlight of Christmas. It was the only time Marina felt well enough to help Paige prepare the feast.
Marina’s birthday had been the hardest to deal with of course. She would have been twenty and eight then. Paige visits Marina's grave at least once a week. It calms and soothes her intense moments of grief. Sitting by the grave on Marina's birthday was a new kind of pain. Knowing that she was taken from the world far too early. Knowing that she should have been there right beside Paige. It was the hardest Paige had cried since Marina had died.
She had no idea how she was going to deal with her death anniversary.
She just knew she needed time to herself. She looked down at the letter she was going to write and found big splashes of tears all over the parchment.
"Blast it!" She cursed and crushed the paper, tossing it into a nearby bin. She was furious with herself for forgetting. For allowing herself to be happy when she didn’t deserve it. She wiped her tears angrily and quickly scribbled one last letter to Eloise.
Dear Miss Bridgerton —
These letters have brought me such comfort over a very difficult year. I cannot thank you enough for it, Eloise Bridgerton.
I do regret to inform you, I would like to pause these letters for the month. I require some time to process and mourn Marina's first death anniversary. I'm sure you can understand it will be a rather difficult time.
Thank you for understanding and do take care, Miss Bridgerton.
Yours, Phillip Crane
Paige could barely get through the letter without feeling guilty. Feeling guilty for abandoning Eloise so abruptly. Feeling guilty for using her as a distraction from her grief over Marina. Most of all, she hated how she can't seem to remember the smallest things about Marina. She was forgetting her love's memory and it was driving her mad. She tried her best to conjure up how she smelled, the sound of her voice, how she was. Paige found the little details escaping her. Memories slipping through her fingers. She detested this. She didn't know how she had gotten to this point.
She had allowed her corresponding flirtation with Eloise to soothe her pain. But her pain was the one thing she had left of Marina. Letting it go meant letting go of Marina. Paige absolutely refused to do that. If she forgot Marina, there was no one else to keep her memory alive. Phillip and the children certainly didn't care for it. Marina would be lost to history.
*
After delivering the letter to Miles to be mailed out, Paige found herself in Marina's room. She laid on her bed, aimlessly and feeling vacant. She was sure if someone walked in they might mistake her for Marina herself. Paige felt her melancholy creeping up her throat. It threatened to choke her, snuffing all the light out. She sat up and tried to breathe. She was feeling an unusual amount of panic rising within her.
She got out of bed and looked out the window. The lake was in perfect view. Of course, that’s where Marina had gotten the idea, She thought to herself bitterly. She looked up at the sky, imagining her lover was up there somewhere happier. Somewhere calmer, where she had found peace.
“I’m right where you left me, Rina.” She whispered softly. It had been a while since she spoke out loud to Marina but it had brought her so much comfort in the early days of dealing with the grief. For a moment, she could pretend Marina was still there. Then she didn’t have to deal with the all consuming guilt and loneliness that came with losing the love of her life.
Marina might have been the one who died but Paige felt like the ghost. Spending most of her days in Marina's room, sitting still in a corner, almost like she was the one haunting it. She heard what the staff said. Something along the lines of, "What a pitiful sight." And "She deserves better than to replace Lady Marina's disposition." They were valid in their concerns but Paige couldn't care less. This was the way she knew how to grieve and mourn and she'll be damned before she lets anyone dictate the way she feels.
Looking into the reflection of the lake from the window, she could still remember the day Marina walked into the lake. It was terrifying how crystal clear the memory was. It felt like she was frozen in time - forever cursed to be twenty and seven - forced to relive the last few days of Marina's days. The memory of her walking into the lake, Paige having to rescue her, staying by her side the next three days and the moment she died. They swirled around Paige's mind constantly. It was particularly worse since it had been a year.
She was paralysed, unable to find the will to do anything else. So she went back to bed. She sat there, silent and frozen in time. The servants walked past all day to ask her if she was alright. She barely managed a nod.
She swore she could hear a hair pin drop at how silent everything was. Deep down she knew her life stopped the moment Marina had died. Eloise's letters may have made her feel like she could move forward. However, the gaping hole in her heart today proved otherwise.
Everybody moved on. She couldn't. So she settled and stayed there, dust collecting on her pinned-up hair. She knew everyone expected her to find a new purpose or a fresh start. She could have tended to her own garden like Phillip was doing in his Greenhouse on this day.
Yet all she found the energy to do was sit and stare out at the lake. She stayed right there for the next two days. She just wanted the next worst few days of her life to pass her by so she would not have to deal with them. Just until the 17th had passed.
*
Of course as the saying goes, there is no rest for the wicked. All Paige wanted on the 17th of February was some peace but little did she know, a certain Bridgerton would be making their way to Romney Hall.
It started out like any other day. Except for the Crane household, there was a somber remembrance of Marina’s first death anniversary. Paige was relieved that she didn’t have to share the burden alone and that her brother had the decency to acknowledge it. He didn’t bother reminding the children but they were young so she let it slide.
Since the staff had honoured her request of being left alone, around noon Paige dragged herself out of bed to get herself some lunch. Marina would have wanted her to mourn respectfully, not join her up wherever she may be. Paige was on her way back to her room after picking up her meal of roasted mutton with rice and gravy - Marina’s favourite dish - when she overheard a curious conversation between Gunning and her brother.
"Sir Phillip," Gunning said, clearing his throat. "We have a caller." "A caller?" Phillip echoed. "Was that the source of the, ah..." "Noise?" Gunning supplied helpfully. "Yes." "No." The butler cleared his throat. "That would have been your children." "I see," Phillip murmured. "How silly of me to have hoped otherwise." "I don't believe they broke anything, sir." "That's a relief and a change." "Indeed, sir, but there is the caller to consider."
Phillip groaned and Paige immediately knew what he was thinking. Romney Hall hadn’t received callers in years. He was probably wondering who on earth would be calling on this day of all days. Paige didn’t think much of it until she passed the front door on her way up to her room when she spotted a familiar face on the other side of the door.
Eloise Bridgerton.
What in the devil was she doing here?! Paige mentally screamed to herself. Gunning and Phillip’s conversation had faded to the background, drowned out by the mental grind of Paige’s mind. She snapped out of her melancholy and had to come up with a way to cover up the consequences of her actions. Just when she needed it, Miles walked past her. She immediately grabbed him. He looked surprised and a little violated if you asked him.
“Miss Crane! What on earth?” “Miles, how many times must I repeat myself? Paige is perfectly fine. I apologise for grabbing you, I am in need of your service.” She said guiltily, looking over at the front door.
He gave her a curious look, “What did you do now, Paige?” He rubbed his eyes tiredly.
She shot him a glare, “I would snap at you for that but you are quite right to ask. I think one of my letters to Miss Bridgerton might have been misinterpreted as an invitation to come over to Romney Hall.” She gave him such a pitiful pleading look, he had to help her.
“How can I be of service, Miss - Paige?” He corrected himself the moment Paige shot him a murderous look. “I need a plan. If the truth comes out, neither of them will forgive me.”
Miles had never seen her so panicked and scared before. For someone who detests her brother, she really did love him. Her blooming feelings for Miss Bridgerton had become apparent over the last few months. He gave himself a moment to think of a plan.
"Yes, sir. She's here to see you, after all." They both heard Gunning say to Phillip.
Paige looked at Miles with wide eyes. They had officially run out of time. This was sealed by the sounds of Phillip’s footsteps making their way to the corridor Paige and Miles were hatching a plan in. Before Paige could push Miles to distract him, her dear brother had brushed past them and opened the door. She cursed to herself and watched helplessly as the two strangers who had technically never met interacted. She made her way to stand quietly behind her brother, listening to every word. Paige's heart nearly stopped when she heard Eloise's voice after all these years.
"Sir Phillip?"
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The Battle Between Love and Fire-
Ivar the Boneless × Reader
Chapter Twenty-One: The Healer
Chapter Twenty
Word Count 3k
Warnings: a lot of angst, fluff only at the end
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By the time you reached Kattegat, you were unresponsive. Hvitserk, Ivar and Ubbe were in a panic. As soon as they reached the port, Ubbe got out of the ship and rushed over to the Healer's tent. 
Ubbe "Please...we have her. She isn't responding! Can you help her?!" The Healer rose from his spot on the ground and cupped Ubbe's face into his hands.
Healer "I will try my best. Where is she?" 
Ubbe "She is over here." When Ubbe left the tent, his wife Torvi was waiting for him with fear in her eyes. 
Torvi "Is it bad?"
Ubbe "Worse than it said in the letter, I have to go. I will keep you updated on Y/n. Watch over the kids, I love you."
Torvi "I love you too. Come now, let's go over here." She took her kid's and walked over to the opposite side of the kingdom. She knew by the look on her husband's face that it was not good. She feared for you and prayed to the gods that you would regain consciousness. 
Hvitserk is holding you in his arm's while Ivar stumbled out of the boat. Ivar's legs are in excruciating pain from today's earlier events but he is not thinking of himself right now. All he is worried about is his wife. The Healer reaches Hvitserk and stops in front of him. He places his hand over your forehead and pauses. 
Hvitserk "What is it?"
Healer "Her wounds have gotten infected. I can see the infection spreading throughout her body. Her skin is boiling. Her body is trying to fight off the infection but she is so weak. That is why she is unresponsive."
Hvitserk "And her daughter?" He asked with tears in his eyes, fearing the horrific news that no parent-to-be wants to hear. The Healer takes a step back and inhales deeply.
Healer "I..I can see her but she is struggling to survive. With Y/n's condition, I do not know if she will make it through the night." Hvitserk looks down at you, struggling to stay alive in his arm's, then looks at Ivar. 
Ivar "You can't do a thing? You can't heal her, like we all promised her!?"
Healer "I can heal her wounds but the medical will have to treat the infection. Even with medication, it will take her body a fairly long time to heal. I have not seen a woman so severely beaten before...if I may ask, who did this to her?"
Hvitserk "King Harald and her father."
Healer "My gods," he places his hand over your body, seeing everything that he has to do, "take her to her chambers, I will heal her wounds there." Hvitserk rushes to your chamber's and places you on the bed. 
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Hvitserk and Ivar go into the throne hall where they hold group meetings, to inform the people of their Queen's state. 
Ivar "I know that many of you saw your Queen coming in here. I am sure that many of you are wondering what happened to her, why she is so severely beaten. You see, one of our strongest allies, King Harald Finnair, took her while we all slept five day's ago. He took her to Wessex, her own kingdom where her father rules, and raped...and tortured her to this current state." Hvitserk watched from afar and listened to his brother, your husband, talk about everything that happened to you. All he can worry about is you not waking up. He knows that if you do not awake, he will lose you and his unborn daughter. You barely have a baby bump and this all happened to you. His heart aches in his chest for you and his daughter. After seeing the Healer's face after asking about her, he knew that it was a slim chance that she would pull through. But still, he keeps his head high and prays for the best outcome possible. Against all the odds, that he would get both of you back.
Ivar "We have her back and that is all that matters. We found her in time and she is alive but is very weak. All I ask, is for all of your prayers and good thoughts for my wife. Her and my child need all of us right now. I have my own fears, as many of you all do as well. But we can not focus our time and thoughts on those fears."
"Will she live?" A woman asked. 
Ubbe "We do not know right now. The Healer is with her as we speak, amongst many of the medical maiden's to try and get her to awake. But we can't know for sure."
"Why would he do this to her?" A man asked.
Ivar "He knew how much she means to me. He knew of her dragon's, and wanted them for himself. So he took measures to ensure that he would get them. To his dissatisfaction, he did not get them."
"Where is he now?" The same man asked.
Hvitserk "Burned to ashes. Now, go back to your duties." Everyone paused for a moment, then did as they were told. Hvitserk looks at his brother's. 
Hvitserk "We can't know for sure, Ubbe?"
Ubbe "We don't know if she will make it, Hvitserk. I was not going to lie to our people!" Hvitserk attempts to hit him but Ubbe dodges, only to pull his brother into an embrace. 
Ubbe "Stop...stop." he tries to get out of the hug, but Ubbe does not let him go. Hvitserk began to cry. The anger turned to dispar and disbelief. 
Hvitserk "She has to wake up...she has to." Ivar walks over to his sobbing brother and puts his hand on his shoulder.
Ivar "She will. She is strong. She has endured many battles, she will win this one. Okay brother?" Hvitserk nods.
Hvitserk "Will you come see her with me? I don't want to see her alone."
Ivar "Of course, let's go. Ubbe, you are in control until further notice." 
Ubbe "Alright. Let me know how she is, yes?" Ivar agrees and walks away.
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When they walk into the chamber's, they see you still unconscious. Your bruising and cuts are healed. Only scars remain from your deep cuts. It is a visual relief, but the fear is still fresh in their minds. The Healer looks up at his king and smiles.
Ivar "What, why are you smiling?"
Healer "Her fever has come down immensely."
Hvitserk "And what does that mean exactly?"
Healer "She should awake very soon, Hvitserk." 
Ivar "Are you certain?"
Healer "Ah yes. I can see her eye's opening when I touch her. She should make a healthy recovery." Ivar forces a smile, but he is still having those waves of uncertainty. 
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Hvitserk "What of the child? You said that she will not make it through the night. Is that still the case?" The Healer places his hand over your belly and silences himself and the maiden's in the room. He closes his eyes, waiting to see visions of the near future. Once his eyes open, he looks at Ivar. 
Healer "She is alive," Ivar sighs from holding his breath, "with the antibiotics in Y/n's system, Y/n has a better fighting chance, therefore, so does the child."
Hvitserk "So she and the baby are going to live?"
Healer "My vision's never fail me, Hvitserk. They never lie. I can see Y/n waking later today and her having the baby in the near future. So yes, Hvitserk, she and the baby are going to live." Hvitserk puts his head in his palms in a state of relief. Ivar starts to cry tears of joy and relief. The Healer and the maiden's have been in here tending to you for over two hours. The wait has been agonizing. So to hear him say that you and the child will live, is the best news that they could have ever received. They prepared themselves mentally for the worst, but prayed for the best. And their prayers were answered.
Healer "I was worried, as you both were of course, but once I healed her wounds...it is as if her body shifted into fight mode and she started to heal herself." 
Ivar "That's our girl." Hvitserk laughs and nods in agreement. 
Maiden's "She will be fairly sore. Even after healing her wounds, her body is still going to feel like they're there. So she will need to take it easy, my king."
Ivar "She will. She won't have to lift a finger until she is more than ready. Thank you. All four of you, thank you. And thank you for healing my wife." He looked at the Healer directly.
Healer "I took away her wounds, Ivar. But she is healing herself." He said and then left the room. Hvitserk sniffs away his last tear and smiles, looking down at you. He moved a piece of hair that fell upon your eye and placed a kiss on your forehead. Ivar watches with a heart so full of love. Seeing his brother as in love with you as he is, makes him feel so happy. He loves Hvitserk, more than his other brother's. Bjron and Sigurd have passed but he used to have four brother's, now only two. Having Hvitserk and Ubbe rule by his side in good faith, is more than he could have ever asked for. Hvitserk and Ivar have grown close this past year for many reasons, but now more than ever, he really feels like his brother. He loves seeing him gush over you as he does. When you awake, things are going to be different. You are going to be safe. Safer than you once were. 
Hvitserk "You are right, Ivar. She is strong."
Ivar "I know that I am right. She is a fighter. So strong that she would have beaten Lagertha herself if she was given the chance." 
Hvitserk chuckles, "Yes. That would be a sight to see, that's for sure."
Ivar smiles, "You love her, don't you?"
Hvitserk "Is that even a question, brother? Yes, I do."
Ivar "I am glad to hear that. I am happy to see that you are in love again."
Hvitserk "I did not think that it was going to be possible, but here she is. A true blessing for all of us." 
Ivar smirks, "That is very true," he sighs, I can't wait to see her beautiful eyes again.."
Hvitserk "I know. I miss them. I miss her voice, and her smile. The way her face lights up when she sees either me or you."
Ivar "We are her everything, you know that yes?"
Hvitserk "I do, I know it very well. And she is ours."
Ivar "I will go and inform Ubbe of her state, you can stay with her. I'll be back later." Hvitserk nods and lays down beside you on the bed. 
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Ubbe and Torvi are sitting in yours and his throne. Not going to lie, it bothered Ivar. Seeing Torvi sit where you once did. Now Ubbe, he is allowed because he is his brother and will be king of Kattegat one day, but to see Torvi...infuriated him. 
Ivar "What are you doing in my wife's throne, huh?"
Torvi "I-I am sorry. I will move-"
Ivar "My wife is clinging to life and you have the nerve to sit where she sat?!"
Torvi "My apologies. I was not thinking clearly, Ivar. I am too very worried about her."
Ivar chuckles, "Oh is that so? Because you don't seem so worried to me, Torvi. You and Ubbe were just laughing moments ago."
Ubbe "I am trying to get our minds off of the situation, brother." 
Ivar takes a step back and realizes that maybe he has overreacted. His emotions have been all over the place since the day that you were taken. 
Ivar "S-sorry Torvi. I am just worried..I shouldn't have shouted."
Torvi "It is alright. I completely understand. Ubbe was the same way when we lost our Hali." Ubbe's head sinks to the floor and rests. 
Ivar "Ubbe, look at me," he lifts his brother head up, "Y/n will be okay. The Healer told us."
Ubbe "He did?"
Ivar "Yes. Her body, visibly, is perfect besides some scars. But she is still not awake. The maidens said that she will be very sore when she does."
Ubbe "Why, if she is healed?!"
Ivar "On the outside, she is healed. But not on the inside. She has to heal on the inside herself." Ubbe sighs, "But she is strong and she will heal soon enough. I am worried too, Ubbe. I fear that if I get my hopes up too high, I will get put down and something will happen and take a turn for the worst. So right now, things are looking good."
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Ubbe "Well that is good. I will not stop praying until I see for myself that her eyes are open. Until then, I will worry."
Ivar "As will I, Ubbe. As will I."
Hvitserk plays with your hair and rests his head upon yours. He so wishes that you will awake like the Healer has informed them. He misses everything about you. You have been unconscious for most of the day. They rescued you in the morning hours. As soon as you got in the boat, you fell into unconsciousness, and that was around midday. He misses you saying his name, he misses literally everything about you. As if you were already gone. He decides to lift you in his arms, and take you to your dragon's. Maybe that will give you even more strength to make you wake up. When Ivar sees Hvitserk carrying you, at first he was confused, but then he looked out the window to where he was leading you, and saw Ryuu's wing and knew exactly what he was doing. 
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Ubbe "What on earth is he doing?"
Ivar "He is taking her to her dragon's." He said with a smile on his face. 
When Ryuu, Eldr and Neith saw you in Hvitserk's arm's, their bodies went into a mode so strong. 
Hvitserk "Easy...easy…" Neith is the first to sniff your body. Her face is so large that one sniff of you, she takes in all of you. Once she pulls back, Ryuu is the next to check on you. He is the most aware and worried of the dragon's. His noises make that clear. He squeaks and growls, trying to get your attention. Hvitserk looks down at you, trying to see if any of this is working. When Ryuu nudges you with his snout, you push up against Hvitserk. Next he sees your fingers start to move on their own. 
Hvitserk "It is working. Eldr, c'mere boy!" Eldr does as he is commanded and checks on you. He nudges and brushes up against you. Neith and Ryuu make noises so loud that it hurts Hvitserk's ears. You start to stir in Hvitserk's arm's, so much so that he feels like it is working perfectly.
Hvitserk "..Y/n..baby can you hear me?" He starts to rock you in his arm's, trying to get you to awake completely. "Come back to me Y/n. Please baby, come back to me. Y/n...Y/n can you hear me?" Neith is so worried at this point that she blows out fire into the air, striking down a few birds. You start to move your arms, and then your fingers start to patter on his chest. 
Hvitserk "Open your eyes, baby. Come on...please, open your eyes.." he leans down and kisses your forehead. When he lifts his face back up, he sees your eyes slowly start to open. Hvitserk's breathing hitches and his eyes start to water. Your eyes flutter to open completely, so Ryuu takes it upon himself to nudge you again, making your eyes open fully. 
Hvitserk "Baby…"
"...hey Hvitserk.." you mumble and whisper.
Hvitserk "Oh.." he looks up at the sky and mouths 'thank you' to the gods, "hi my love." You look at him and smile. Your muscles contract and you use them to hold onto him. You look over and see your beautiful dragon's. 
"Hi my babies.." Neith is so ecstatic that she leaps off of the ground and does a flip in the air and then comes back to the ground. 
Hvitserk "Sweetheart.." you look up at him. "our daughter is okay." That is all that you needed to hear before breaking down into tears. He holds you and cries with you.
"Are you certain?"
Hvitserk "The Healer saw her, she is okay. You both will be okay."
"..I..I love you so much."
Hvitserk "I love you, baby. Always."
"Can I see if I can walk?"
Hvitserk hesitates but agrees. He places you down but holds onto your hips.
Hvitserk "...are you okay?"
Hvitserk "C'mere." You walk to him and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him gently. When he pulls back, he has more tears in his eyes.
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"Yes..yes I'm okay!" Hvitserk let's go of you and let's you slowly walk towards him. "I'm sore but I'm good.." Seeing you walk for the first time, is a miracle to him. Especially after how he found you this morning, that was the worst sight ever imaginable.
Hvitserk "I thought that I would never be able to kiss you again." You wipe his tears away and smile.
"But you are. I'm not going anywhere."
Hvitserk "Please don't. I don't think I would be able to live without you."
"I wouldn't either. So let's stay together, yes?"
Hvitserk smiles "Yes." He leans down and kisses you again. He takes your hand in his own and starts to walk with you. 
"...Ivar!"
Hvitserk chuckles, "He will be more than happy to see you awake." You walk with Hvitserk hand in hand into the home. When Ivar looks up, he see's his wife not only awake, but walking.
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You smile when his eyes catch your own, and his heart just about explodes in his ribcage. You are okay, you are alive. And in that moment, he felt like he just won the world. 
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jewishzevran · 4 years ago
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between the shadow and the soul
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thirty-five: “can i have one last kiss?” / requested by @purahs​ and @dalish-gloves​
a/n: massive spoiler alert for trespasser dlc
“tell me of something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon you
or something softer than the tenderness with which i hold you.”- sanober khan
It had been hours. 
That morning, they had woken up in the Winter Palace, and Anders had helped Ori dress ready for the Inquisition hearing. The last of their companions had arrived. Dorian had announced he had been made a Magister. Everything was going smoothly. 
Then that damned qunari corpse had shown up and Ori had been travelling back and forth through eluvians all day, trying to find out what the hell was going on. The last time she disappeared, she’d winked at him and told him she’d be ten minutes. Anders had watched the sun set and almost rise since then. The sky was stained pink and yellow in the light of dawn. Birds were starting to chirrup in the bushes and trees. And Ori had still not returned. He was going mad.
He paced the courtyard, wringing his hands and at a total loss for what else to do. He couldn’t eat, even if there was food available; his stomach was far too knotted and he could taste bile in his throat. He hadn’t tried to sleep. How was everyone so damned calm? Anders was going spare because Ori was his wife, but that aside, she was the Inquisitor, the reason everyone was here; she had been missing for over half a day and people had just eaten dinner and gone to bed as usual. Like nothing was wrong. 
There was a loud crash from inside the cellhouse, and his skin tingled with latent magic. He felt giddy with relief for about three seconds before Bull’s voice echoed up the stairs. 
“We need help, NOW!”
Maker, no. 
Dread started to make Anders’ head swim as he almost fell down the stairs, bursting into the room and taking in the scene in front of him. Dorian was grey and looking incredibly panicked, Varric looked grim-faced and utterly out of his depth, and Bull was - Bull was - 
Bull was kneeling on the tiles, cradling Ori in his arms. She was limp, barely conscious, and writhing in pain. Her skin was ashen, she was covered in sweat, and her left arm was hanging uselessly at her side. Anders’ eyes followed the line down to her hand and almost fell over. 
It was stone. Frozen like a statue. He could see tendrils of it slowly creeping up her wrist and forearm, and his hands flew to his mouth before he dropped to his knees in front of Bull.
"We still don't know what happened," Bull said through gritted teeth. "She followed the Viddesala through an eluvian and came back like this. She’s said a few words here and there but she’s barely coherent, and half of what she has said has been in broken elvish.”
Anders pulled Ori into his lap, running his fingers over her forehead, letting frost crystallise in her hairline in an attempt to cool her down. She was writhing and moaning, and her eyes rolled to look at him. It broke his heart.
“Ori? Ori, darling, can you hear me? Talk to me. Help me understand.”
"Anders?" she whispered, frowning and trying to focus on him. 
"Yes, darling. It's me. I'm here. What happened?"
She murmured something he couldn't hear and screamed with pain again, her breath coming in shallow pants. Anders was vaguely aware that there were people shouting and scrambling around outside, and he could hear a bell tolling in the distance. 
"Ori, love, please. Tell me if you can. Anything that will help." He placed a hand over her chest, radiating blue light, and sent pain relief coursing through her system. She relaxed a fraction, and held his gaze a little clearer.
"Solas, he's… he's the dread wolf. He's Fen'harel. Spies everywhere. You have to tell the Warden-Commander. She has to know. You have to tell her. She'll help. She'll stop him. He - my arm - stone magic to stop the anchor spreading-" She cut off with another scream of agony, and Anders felt tears starting to burn in his eyes.
Anders took a deep breath, letting the familiar calm wash over him, and allowed the chaos around him dissolve into quiet. He could see the tendrils of the strange magic curling around her arm: a blue so pale and stark it was almost white. He felt it too, unforgiving, forceful, and relentless. 
Ori reached up to cup his face with her good hand. "I love you, Anders. I love you so much. Don't forget that, please, please don't ever forget how much I love you."
Anders' heart sank. "No, no Ori, you don't get to say that. You can tell me that later when we've worked out how to stop this-"
"It feels cold." She rasped. "It hurts so much. It's like frostbite but heavy. I don't think I can - I don't -"
"Shhh, shhh love," Anders said, starting to cry freely. "It will be ok. I promise you."
"Vhenan, please… can I have one last kiss?"
"No. Ori, don't, I'll save you, I promise. I’ll kiss you a hundred times when this is fixed -”
“Anders, we’re running out of time, please-”
Anders had never been able to deny Ori anything, and he sobbed as he leant down to press a fierce kiss against her cold and clammy lips. “I love you, Ori. You are my life.”
“I know, vhenan,” Ori whispered, voice trembling as her own tears rolled down over her temples and into her hair. “Thank you for seeing me.”
As she fell limp in his arms, finally succumbing to unconsciousness, panic, grief and rage all rose to a blinding cacophony in Anders’ chest. He delved into the very bottom of his mana pool and blasted as much healing energy as he possibly could directly at her arm, gripping it tightly, willing something, anything to work. He pulled on the threads of his healing magic and weaved them round the skin, but it did nothing, he tried to dispel the magic, he tried to force the curse out of her, but everything he attempted was like hitting a brick wall with a feather. 
Help me!
There is nothing that can be done, Anders. This is magic not even I recognise. It is ancient and powerful. If you do not stop it spreading, Anders, Ori will become stone. She will die. 
I can’t let her die, I can’t, I can’t, you have to help, there must be SOMETHING!
Other people were in the room now, other healers trying to pull Ori from his lap. He held firm, refusing to let her go, glowing so brightly with magic that he could see Bull and Dorian squinting. 
“Don’t touch her!” Anders yelled, tightening his grip on her shoulders, needing the warmth of her body against her to remind him she was still here, still alive. 
Be calm, Anders. 
Anders was about to retort to Justice when he realised he was right. He was no good to Ori lashing out like an animal caught in a trap. He took another deep breath, and extinguished the magic in his hands, looking up at the other healers, forcibly keeping a hold of himself. “It’s old magic. Ancient, even. I don’t recognise it. I don’t think it can be stopped. The longer we try to hold it back, the further it’s going to spread.” 
One of the other healers crouched beside him. “I know the two of you are married, but you’re the most senior healer here. Do you feel able to make the call?”
Anders felt his stomach lurch as he realised what he was going to have to do to save Ori’s life. She would never braid her own hair again, and for that alone, she might never forgive him, but he couldn’t let her die. Not as his patient, and not as his wife. He nodded. “We have to amputate the arm,” he said, and when the words left his lips, they didn’t feel real. “At this point, physical intervention is the only way to stop it spreading.”
The next 15 minutes were a blur. Anders stood, lifting Ori with him. The other healers left, and he followed, being led to a private room in the palace, where he gently lay her on the bed, and they began preparations. It felt odd, almost as though he was sitting back and watching whilst his body moved of its own accord. He was calm and level headed, just as if this was a normal surgery and not a life-saving operation for his wife. He was given surgical tools. He made sure the environment was sterile. He washed his hands, three times just to be sure. He could feel the panic simmering in the back of his mind, waiting for a moment where it could release, where he could scream and cry and process the fact he was watching his wife turn to stone before his eyes, but he was good at this, and he knew how to lock it away. 
The surgery itself took remarkably little time. When it was done, Anders cleaned his instruments, thanked the other healers, then when he and Ori were alone in the room, he crawled onto the bed beside her, pulled her close to his chest, and wept. Relief flooded through him, relief mixed with terror and profound loss; Meredith could rise from the bloody dead and it wouldn’t move him now, nothing else mattered except the fact that Ori was alive.  
When she woke up, he was going to kiss her as often as she could stand. 
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andieperrie18 · 5 years ago
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Baba Yaga (Bill Skarsgård x hitman reader)
I LOVE ME SOME JOHN WICK. THIS IS PURELY INSPIRED AND ADAPTED FROM JOHN WICK SO ITS REALLY CRAP
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(This woman is the one that mostly inspired me.)
baba yaga
1. EXT. - SKARSGARD MANOR - NIGHT
Y/n stood a few yards with a stoic look, having a clear and full view of the massive four story home. The dark skies lit up along with were the sound of bullets flying inside the said house…
…like a storm was brewing in the air.
Y/n walked forward and calmly pulled out a gun, a Browning 1911, with click and cock, she reloads as soon as she stepped on the porch of the mansion.
2. INT. - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Stellan was forced down to a single seat recliner by masked individual, ten more men entered the room with pairs dragging three of his eldest sons and his wife, Leonora. The three males, Alex, Gustaf and Bill. All three had been beaten in almost a pulp. Leonora whimpered as she was pushed by another man down beside her sons.
The lead man still had a gun pointing to the father, Stellan's eyes glimmered in discomfort. He worries, not for his life, but for the life of his wife and children.
"You've been a real pain on Mr. Mortisen's back ever since you broke off with him. Now look at what cost it?"…
…the lead man waved his armed hand towards the corner of the room where his sons and wife sprawled together, his sons tremored with hatred and his wife a whimpering mess.
"I took the liberty to help boss and take care of you since you are no longer any use to the Vortigern Alliance." the man continued as walked toward his family.
Bill was tugged harshly from his siblings and mother and he's figure froze as the familiar click of the gun sounded behind him. He could hear his mother's whimpers growing louder at the moment, his brother's screaming curses to the masked man. His eyes shot from the carpeted floors to his father's battered form.
They had been the most formidable family in the Underground society but after his father had mysteriously broke off with the said union, threats suddenly came bashing towards him and his dear loved ones. He has done a lot of bad things but all he could do was close his eyes for a moment, praying to whatever primordial being that exist to send him an archangel to save him and his love ones.
"Are you going to beg for their life old man? Cause I'll really enjoy torturing your family infront of you. My other men are looking for your daughters and nephews which will add more fun to this moment"
A terrified look laid plastered upon the old man's face as he heard the continuous struggle of his sons until his eyes shot up to the wall clock the hung above the entrance of the living room…
…tick.tock…tick.tock…
11:55pm
the cat designed-clock read as it continued to soundlessly tick on the wall. The eyes of the cat that was usually swaying with its style as it work had stopped. And it was looking at him or rather the man that held a gun on his face.
A breath of RELIEF left his bloodied mouth.
3. INT. - FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS
Y/n eyed the masked figures coming down from the staircase, her eyes counted a total of TEN exclucing the two females, and five young males that were being dragged by the said men.
It wasn't long before they caught her figure.
Y/n walked towards the free way, to them, the first armed men lifted his gun…
…Y/n disarmed him with an elbow to the face, pulling his arm harshly as she had grab full hold of the rifle and pointing it to the two men who were both their way to them, shooting dead in the head. She locks the man in her arms within a choked hold killing the man with five seconds. There were SEVEN left.
"stay back"
One threatened as she held his hostage in the grip of his arm. Others had their own hostages left to three of their men as the four circled her.
Y/n looks at the man before creaking her neck with a crack and sprung back as one man had planned on jumping on her, she shot her hand, grabbing hold of the man's collar, swinging her armed to his face, knocking the man out cold and brought him as a defense mechanism as she moved forward to the same man that had a hostage. The two men looked at the each other before a gunshot passed inside the head of the third one, his figure slamming down to the wooden floor. The dead man's hostage curled to the side for safety. Y/n stood in her place as the men circle her. FIVE left.
The roamed around her but neither one initiated an attack, the offendee took it upon herself to attack and grab the nearest male and strongly snapped his head, with the other falling to his bum in fear with his gun sliding far away from his grasp. The annihilater turned to the poor man and calmly but quickly shot him to the head and walked away like nothing happened.
The other three left hid by the corridors near the closed door of the living room.
Y/n glided in the dark and pulled the first man that she saw and strangled him with a phone charger wire. Slowly and quietly dropping the to the ground.
The younger kids huddled together as the two youngest sobbed uncontrollably, the TWO remaining men began to question if they should enter back to the entry way…
…shk chk…
Two whistles of a gun was heard.
3. INT. - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The loud gunshots echoed through the doors, grabbing the attentions of everyone inside the room.
"What's going on out there?" the lead man asked as he looked towards his other men, one pulled out a walkie talkie.
"Bron, what's going out there?" the man said through the walkie talkie under a deep German voice.
it was quiet for five seconds,
"Sorry boss, we had a little trouble along the way, we're bringing the remaining in." a deep voice said in German.
"Very well, bring them in, you three, get them." the lead man ordered as the said trio got out of the room. the lead man turned to the old man sitting on the recliner, his gun still pointed to his son's head.
Stellan's shoulder started shaking, whimpering.
"You're already crying old man, I haven't even started yet."
The shaking turned in a set of chuckles, which had every person in the room in confusion, even the family.
Bill eyed his father in confusion, just when he thought all hope was lost, he finds his father confidently laughing.
"What's so funny?? You mad or something?"
Stellan sat up straight, the look of terrified look on his faced vanished and a look of assurance and confidence went with it.
"I didn't leave the alliance because I had financial problems, but it was because another union has offered me alot better beneficiaries than the Vortigern."
No one had even noticed that lights had gone off outside of the living room, a man that stood by the entrance was pulled by the collar as he disappeared in the darkness without a sound of his screams.
"An offer I cannot simply turn down. They offered me double the amount that Mortinsen can give, they offered me pure confidentiality of my other businesses…
Y/n emerged from the dark and slit the throats of two of the closest men before her.
Leonora could only mutter her name in a never ending relief as she watched Y/n duck down behind a sofa before rushing towards the other two before it, plunging a pen to their heads.
"They place me under the safety of Baba Yaga" The old man trailed, his peripherals not missing the familiar black suited vigilante behind the man and his son.
Neither Alex nor Gustaf knew of this woman but they immediatly knew that this was person their father called as "Baba Yaga"
"THE BOOGEYMAN? What are we five? Stop playing with me you dumb shit--"
…SNAP…
the sound of a neck snapping off caught the attention of the lead man and Bill. The other had no time to react as his head was bashed forward to glass coffee table and was greeted with a number of numerous heavy punches.
"they gave me full safety of my family without" Stellan stood from his seat, Bill had already crawled to his mother as they watched the scene before them unfold.
"I'm sure you've heard of the pencil incident. Miss Wick here had always loved her pencils, especially colored ones."
The unknown femme fatale picked up the lead man's collar and made him face Stellan.
"With her on my side, You will do nothing, because when she comes, you can do nothing."
The femme plunged something to his stomach as he choked with this own blood, with his once hostage eyeing him down with a smirk.
"Its already 12:05. You were late. Any particular reason for that?" The old man asked her as she turn to him.
My neighbor's cat picked a fight with Tavie, it had to go. she said through the movements of her hands.
"You and your dogs, you didn't even use your gun. Why did you bring it?"
back up?
Bill eyed her in curiosity, the mute girl was a thorned rose, armed with the perfect poison towards her enemies.
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geminidarksidehasawoken · 6 years ago
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Unbreak Me.
"Its Time To Say I Do"
About: Its time to say I do, it's his wedding day, will it be happily ever after?
@ao719 @syphaxs
I gripped the bouquet of white roses as they sparkled in the sun, the doors to the cathedral opened and I held my head high, while my heart thundered in my chest. I found his eyes across the room as he beamed up at me, raking his eyes across my body like a physical caress and the memories of our last night together drowned me. Watching him looking at me so hungrily gave me courage to put one foot before the other as the white mermaid tail dress, restricted my movements, because there in that moment I wanted to run to him.
My eyes wondered around the room as I smiled at all the friends and people I had come to love and know here. Drake standing tall at his place always beside Liam. Maxwell for the first time since meeting him the smile on his face wasn't genuine. Bartie, Savannah and Bertrand sat in the pews trying to calm a restless baby boy.
Olivia's proud smile faltered as she watched Drake watches me. The cathedral was filled to capacity of the countries noble here to wish their king and queen a happy life together.
Time was moving at breakneck speed as Drake gave me a sad smile, if only.
Regina smiled down at me, and for the first time since I've known her I saw her composure slip as she looked between me and Liam. Tears glistened in Queen Mothers eyes as she cleared her throat as Liam recited his vows staring into my eyes, writing them in my soul.
"My Queen, in this world so cruel and cold I promise to be your anchor, I promise to be your safe harbour. I'll love you through the pain and I know you will guide me through whatever darkness we ever encounter as you are my lighthouse my safe place and my saving grace. I promise to love and cherish you for as long as we both shall live, I love you today, tomorrow and forever." As he spoke to my soul, I couldn't help the tears that flowed, as I was ready, but nothing could have ever prepared me for pain that engulfed me as he lifted her veil as Queen Mother said "You may kiss you queen" and with his eyes still locked onto mine, tears shining in his eyes I saw the *_lips_* , lips that last night touch my most intimate parts, lips that marked me as his forever now kissing another woman, Madeline. My knees gave way under the burden of my heart finally shattering into a million pieces as Hana caught me, using her strength to keep me upright.
***Liam***
I saw the very moment I cracked her soul. The moment her body swayed beneath the pain. I looked for her throughout the dinner party hoping to find her, to hold her of just for a song on the dance floor but she was nowhere to be seen. I'd finally caught up with Maxwell to find out where she was. "I'm sorry your Majesty, but I haven't seen her since the wedding" he apologized. A lump the size of hand rose into his chest and lodged into his throat choking him.
***Riley***
"Hana, please get this off me, I-I-I can't breathe" I cried my air supply cutting off. "I c-c-can't breathe" my lungs burned and part of me wanted to just die in that moment. "Oh God! Oh God! I can't b-b-breathe! I can't breathe!" My hands grabbing at my throat at the maid of honours dress that was suffocating me. "Riley, Riley, please stay still so I can get you out" she sobbed. I hear the ripping of the dress as she used her fingers to tear a hole in the dress and freed me but yet I still couldn't breathe because my air was Liam.
There was a pounding on the door as she raced to finish ripping the dress off me so that I could breathe. I stumbled to the bathroom and sat there in the shower crying uncontrollably as the pain of watching my first love, my first lover marry someone else. I just couldn't breathe.
Around me, words buzzed but I could scarcely make out the words as my body shook with the pain of losing him.
I knew it would hurt, I'd prepared myself for this but the truth of the matter was nothing could ever prepared me for this pain... The pain of watching the man you love, choose his duty to his people over being the safety net he had promised to be.
The curtains of the shower came back and I met Drake's sad eyes. "Oh hell Whitely, we'll get through this" he whispered as Hana joined him.
***Liam***
As the reception was drawing to a close and I held my new wife in my arms I felt nothing but pain. Madeline beamed up at me and whispered "You could at least look like a happily married man instead of pinning over her in public," she said softly but I didn't miss the bite of bitterness in her tone.
"Why did you ask her to do it? Get the ring as well as be your maid of honour?"
Her cheeks and ears burned red at being called out. "I-I-" she couldn't say the words, as the look in his eyes worried her and she knew their marriage would always be a loveless one, as his heart could and would never be hers.
The last noble had left and he could finally slip away. Bastien trailed behind them as they walked to their quarters a place he was hoping he would get to share with her. He couldn't sit still and regardless of what happened he had to see her. He raced to the visitors quarters and knocked on the door. But no answer came but empty silence, hid patience wearing thin he opened the door without permission only to find it empty. An envelope stood on the side table with his name.
Dear Liam,
I am sorry, I am just not strong enough. Thank you for having me, but I can't stay, I wish you all the best with your new bride. I have no doubt Cordonia, will be safe and prosperous during your reign.
P.S: Drake and Hana have opted to stay with me for a bit.
Goodbye
Liam, my King
I wanted to shout and scream but I couldn't. Taking up the letter I felt the weight of the day killing me as my knees bent and I stumbled, the bed nearby breaking the fall, enveloped in her scent. They say a man isn't supposed to cry, yet here in the darkened room I the king cried for the woman I had lost.
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lovelyoreo19 · 3 years ago
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BTS reaction
Meeting him
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P.J.M
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A young girl who looks 15 is getting ready for school. As she looks to a picture of Jimin.
"Wish me good luck dad"
She walks to the kitchen to see her mom. Cooking
"Morning, mom"
"Morning, Rosie"
She sets her food down. She eats it.
"Is dad coming home?"
"Uh... He's still on tour"
Rose looks down in sadness.
"I don't understand why he can't visit us, uncle tae visits his kids, why can't he! Does he not love us anymore?"
"Rose, that's not true, he loves us"
"Then where is he?"
She sighs.
"I bet he has a new wife and daughter"
"Ro-"
A horn is heard.
"Gotta go"
She gets up. And leaves.
While Rose is at school. Zaria is relentlessly trying to call jimin.
"Jimin, pick up!"
She says trying again.
She sighs.
"Where are you?"
Her door rings. She runs to it to see someone she needed to see for awhile. Rose's father. Jimin.
"Jimin?"
He smiles.
"Hey, Zaria"
"Hey! I Don't see you since Rose was 12 and you say hey!"
"Im sorry, how is she?"
"She's at school"
"How are you?"
"You don't get to ask that anymore!"
She walks away.
"Im sorry! Please forgive me, i shouldn't have left, but i had a job and it got crazy"
"It got crazy? Really jimin? That's the best you can do!"
"I know, I'll make it up to you, i promise"
"Make it up to the one person who missed you more than me. Your daughter"
She walks away.
Rose came home.
"Mom, im home!"
"Wow, you've gotten so big"
"D-dad?! Your home"
"Yes, im sorry, it took me so long"
He hugs her.
Her eyes wells up with tears. As she hugs him back tighter.
"Where were you?"
"It doesn't matter, im here now"
She sobs in his chest.
"Where do i sleep?"
"The couch"
She tosses him covers.
"Your still mad"
"Yes, goodnight, asshole"
He grabs her.
"Zaria, please"
"Let me go, Jimin"
"I still love you, and i know you still love me"
"Its too late, you left me! Do you think rose was the only one hurting. I was too. My husband left me. And i had to be a single parent with no help from you or anyone. And it was really hard. At night i'd just cry myself to sleep, sometimes rose heard. And you know what she would ask me 'Why did daddy leave us? or does he have a new family?, and i bet he doesn't love us'
"I never meant to hurt you or rose"
"Well, you did and it's gonna take more than an 'im sorry' to get in my graces'
She rips her arm from his grip, walking away. Closing the door in his face. As tears cascade down Jimin' s cheeks.
"Good morning"
"Morning" they say.
She sets breakfast down.
"Dad, i have a father-daughter dance soon, will you go with me?"
He looks to his wife for permission. She shrugs.
"I don't see why not"
"Great, can't wait to tell mun and luna"
They smile.
At the dance Jimin and Rose dance the Father-Daughter dance. As Zaria watches. They take a break. As he comes to her. As a Famillar song comes on.
"May i have this dance?"
"Why?"
"Don't you remember this song, it used to be our song remember?"
"Yes, i do"
"It doesn't have to mean anything, just an innocent dance"
"Fine"
She grabs his hand as he leads her to the dancefloor. They sway to the song. As memories flood in for the both of them. And it just got to much for her. She let him go. And ran out. Jimin followed her.
"Zaria"
"What's your angle here? I listened to this song, and i fall back in love with you! Like im just that easy? Do you seriously see me that way?"
"No, of course not, i've always known you weren't that easy. And That's what i love about you,you challenge me"
"Im just not ready yet"
"I know"
"We should get back to the dance"
"Ok"
Weeks later, Jimin recommended a family vacation, and they agreed.
As they stop at a building. Zaria's eyes widen.
"This is-"
"Where we first met"
Zaria remembers it like it was yesterday.
"Oh my god! Your Park Jimin from BTS"
"Yes, i am" he blushes. "I'd take it your a fan"
"Yes, i love baby mochi!"
He chuckles.
"Thanks, um, Have a good convention"
"You, too" she walks away. "Wait!"
"Yes"
"Uh... Have a good day"
"I will"
"You both met at a cosplay convention!"
"Yes, but what i never told your mom is that i was beating myself up for not getting her number. I couldn't even call her without stuttering"
"I remember"
She says smiling.
"Well, let's go"
"Mom, what are you dressed as Hinata Hyuga from Naruto"
"What about you, dad?"
"Naruto Uzumaki!"
"Ohhh your dressed as boruto's parents"
"Boruto- how are you my child"
She shook her head. Jimin chuckles.
As they walk. Zaria slips on a piece of paper. Jimin was quick to catch her.
"Mom, are you ok!"
"Y-yeah, thanks for catching me, Jimin"
"I didn't want you to break anything"
"True"
She gazes at him. He slightly blushes. She clears her throat.
"Lets move on"
They continue to keep walking.
At night. They went to hotels. And Rose got her own room. But there was no other ones but a single bed.
"No funny business, Park" she warns.
"Wouldn't dream of it, princess"
She glares.
He smirks.
They lay down by each other. He reaches for her hand intertwining them. Her heart beats fast as she looks into his eyes.
"Jimin"
"I missed you so much"
And before she knew it. Her lips were on his. Crashing together as her hands bury in his hair. And soft moans were heard from them. As they remove their clothes.
In the morning. She wakes up to her feeling soar.
"Ugh!"
"Good morning"
She looks to jimin.
"Oh no"
"Oh, yes, we had sex"
"Why!"
"I Don't know, you were all over me"
"Was not!"
"Was too,"
"I hate you!"
"And i love you"
She rolls her eyes.
A week later.
"Jimin, what are you doing?"
He was packing.
"I have a tour"
"Seriously? Your leaving again! Your leaving us!"
"Zaria-"
"No, go, i'll just cook for Rose and me and the baby, while you go and tour for who knows how long. Maybe you'll come back when they are 15 like Rose, asshole, i can't believe i fucked you!"
Jimin was still in shock.
"D-did you say and the baby"
"Yes, im pregnant again, no thanks to your sperm"
He smiles happily as he picks you up and kisses you passionately.
"Were having another baby!"
"Yes,"
"I'll be there for you and them, i promise I'll stop touring, i'll stop it all, for us"
"Really?"
"Really, i've missed so much of Rose's life and i wanna do right by my second child with you"
"Good"
They kiss.
Knowing Jimin was gonna be here was good enough for Zaria and his two kids and wife was good enough for jimin.
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"$#!+" Amanda exclaimed and then she get off her car to check the lights, because she bumped on a taxi cab. "What the hell?!" You are not looking on your way? You should pay for this!" she said madly. Then a taxi driver get off his cab and say patiently, "Miss Beautiful, I won't pay for that, in any angle, you are the on who bumped me and not me." "I don't need you explanation, what important is, this is a new model of Porsche, you should pay me" and Kevin says "Okay." but he is not yet finish on what he was saying, Amanda abrupted him "Okay, don't pay for it" and she went in her car and horn loudly, that means go to the side cause I'm running late.
Amanda Watson is a half-Filipina and a half-British, a supermodel type of body, beautiful and a business woman. She's an only child and she live in a silver spoon since she was a child. And her mom died in a cancer a year ago, and she is living to her father with a lot of meetings and business trips.
She arrived in their house when her maid called her and said "Your father is here" but before she steps on the staircase her father saw her. "What was I heard in a news, that you have an accident?" "No, Dad, it's not an accident, it's a merely accident. I just bumped on a taxi cab lately, and it's all fine" she said. "Poor Amanda, for now on I am giving you, your own driver for your safety." her father said. "What?! Dad, it is all fine" I don't need a driver." she said "No, Amanda you are the only precious on me and I won't let that happen again. Tomorrow, you have your own driver." he said. "Okay" Amanda sighed.
"Miss Amanda, Miss Amanda" her maid waking up her. And she stretched on her bed and still sleepy but when she saw the clock, "It's already 9:00" she said in shocked. "I need to rush, I need to go in my boutique at 10:00" she drank her coffee on the tray that held by her maid. Then she rushed in to the bathroom. "Miss Amanda, your driver is already at the garage waiting for you" maid said. She didn't mind it and open the shower.
She was rushing to open the garage when she saw a 6 footer man, dark and handsome yet gorgeous. The man is standing beside of the door of her car. When... "You?! What are you doing here?!" Amanda exclaimed "I am your driver and also your body guard" Kevin smiled. "Your father told to my father that his daughter needs a driver, so now I'm here." "Okay" she rolled her eyes.
And they arrived in boutique at exactly 10:00am "Whew!" anda sighed after she looked her wrist watch. "Miss Beautiful, keep safe! I'll be here at 5pm. See you!" Kevin said. She walked to her boutique and she saw her two sales clerk. "Did Mr. and Mrs. Manhattan arrived?" Amanda asked, "Not yet, Ma'am her secretary texted me that Mr. and Mrs. Manhattan will be late." Abigail answered "Oh , that's good! Let's be prepared, Abigael, separate the color of the hanging clothes and Claire, you wipe all the mannequins".
An hour ago, Mr. and Mrs. Manhattan arrived in the boutique. "Good Morning! Mr. and Mrs. Manhattan" the two sales clerk said it lively. "Let's go to the room". Amanda said it politely. "Hi! I'm Amanda Watson, the owner of this Amanda Boutique" she said formally.
Mr and Mrs. Manhattan were in mid-forties who is a senior talent manager. The couple was here to have a business talk to Amanda because they are proposing to Amanda a one year contract of Maybelline New York Cosmetics.
"Thank you for choosing me as your new model of one of the famous cosmetic brands here in the Philippines." Amanda said. "Your always welcome. My wife really likes you to be the next model of Maybelline and finally we got you." and Amanda gave them a warm smile.
When Kevin arrived, she get in the car. While they are in traffic jam, "How's your meeting?" Kevin asked. "Just fine" she answered. "Anyways, Ma'am I brought your new model of Porsche car in mechanic, Don't worry, I'm the one who will pay for it. I already tell it to your dad" Kevin said. "Oh My God! He didn't know it yet but because you are talkative he already know. For sure he is mad right now" Amanda said in high tone voice. "I just want to help and I thought you will be happy" Kevin said in low tone voice. "Well you're not helping, you are just making things complicated. Well, just thank you for the payments." she said madly "And..." she paused "you stop talking that you think we're close. Okay?!" rolled her eyes and take to the side of the seat and close her eyes. "I'm sorry" Kevin said.
When they arrived at home her father is standing at the front door "What happened to the car huh?!" her father said sarcastically. "I'm sorry. I didn't mention it to you, I was tired that time." Amanda said, "It's not the problem, you know what it is? That car has a sentimental value to us. That was a gift by your mom before she died. And then you won't take care of it." "I know dad, I know how important and the value of that car. But you've never ask me when I was hurt or not the important to you was that I save the car sometimes I think that I'm your treasure also so you will take care of me. "And then Amanda received a slapped to her dad. "You are wrong!" shocked on what he did, "You are grounded using the cars, for now you are commuting when going to work." he said Amanda went to her room and there she cried all over. Someone's open the door of her room, and that's their old maid named Sharon. "Don't cry baby" Sharon said pathetically. "I never felt that I really exists to this family. When I was a child, I never have a bonding with them coz they are always in business trips. I can count how many times I celebrate my birthdays with them." she sobbed. "Yes baby, I'll understand you, but they are your parents and they know what's the best for your future." Sharon said. "Yes, but we are already achieved those things. I just want a simple life with my love ones, not this." Amanda sobbed. "Don't worry baby, time will come" Sharon said and she brushed Amanda's hair. and when she looked to Amanda, she fell asleep.
The next morning, it is her schedule for a pictorial in Studio Eighty-Nine in SM Megamall. One kilometer away from their house, a taxi cab stopped to her and she let her in, "Good Morning!" he said, "Good Morning too" she answered while she is texting. "I just want to say sorry about what happen last night because of me, you are grounded. I'm really sorry" he said. "It's okay" she said. "What time you are going home?" "12noon."
He parked his taxi cab and went to Shakey's, "Can I reserved this table for two?" He asked to the waiter and the waiter nod. "Can you serve it for me at 12:30pm?" he asked "Sure, sir put some red roses on the table, please. Make it romantic. Thank You" he smiled. "Oooopss, I need to go, it's already 11:30am" he looked with his wrist watch.
Before he go to the place, he change his clothes in smart casual attire and then she came."
"Oh, sorry how long you'd wait?" Amanda said, "Got arrived few minutes later." he said "Where we'll be going? That's the parking area?" Amanda was confused, "I just want to invite you for lunch?" they keep walking until they enter in Shakey's. Where the place is so romantic with three red roses on the table. And there's a slow-mellow music. She never say anything but in her eyes. You'll see that she is surprise and felt romance. "May you sit down, my Queen" while he make a space to sit his Amanda. "What are these?" she said surprisingly. "Wait a minute" he said and went outside. Then, the orders arrived, a family size Hawaiian Pizza, two soups, two spaghetti, two carbonaras and a two iced teas. "What's happening she asked to the waiter, still clueless of what happened. And he just nod and smile and Kevin comeback with bouquet of red roses. She was really surprised of what was happening because it's not her birthday and it's not her boyfriend to give her some flowers.
"What's happening" she asked with mad in her voice." I just want to apologize and also to be with you" he said sincerely. "I already forgave you" Amanda said. "My father said that you love pasta and Hawaiian pizza" he said and Amanda smiled at him. "The real reason that I brought you here because the last time our car bumped in Makati, I already fell for you that time." Kevin says, sincerely while looking at her eyes. She was listening "Then.." he says "I'm so happy that my father is your family driver and your father told my dad, that you need a driver. I never hesitate it." he continued. "I don't rush for your answers, I can wait.I tell this to you, to know how much I love you." he said it and hold her hands. She felt something spark with his hands when he touched her. This is the first time she felt with her past boyfriend that will never last for three months. Her last long relationship which lasted for two years. His named was Jake who has been unfaithful to her and at the end her bestfriend was the third party. After that she don't want to be in relationships and focus herself in her business.
"How's your date?' his father asked him, "very fine and romantic. I said what I really feels. I love her since the day we met" Kevin said happily. "Follow your heart, because heart knows your real happiness" his father told him.
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Lying on her bed she's looking up the sky and stars, reminiscing what Kevin said to her, it always repeating it in her head the way his hands touched hers until she fell asleep.
"Good Morning!" Sharon said while she is opening the curtain, Amanda commanded that every morning that open the curtain even she still asleep, because she loves the warmth of the sun. "Good Morning too, Sharon", she smiled widely. "Anyways, your dad has a business trip in London for three months" she said, "Okay, there's nothing unusual", she said.
She go to dining area and her phone beep.
"Good Morning! It's Sunday, are you want to go in church? - Your King :)"
texted by him. "Good Morning too, Yes! ;)"
she replied.
"Okay, I will wait you outside your house" then she heard a horn outside their house and when she looked down at the window there He is, waving at her and she just smiled back.
In church, she looked at Kevin and realized that Kevin is different from all man that she know. He is God-fearing man, thoughtful and gentleman, his looks is a plus-plus. They are officially relationship after dating for almost a year.
It's their anniversary. When Kevin took her again in Shakey's where did Kevin tell his feelings but this time the place is dark and private. They are only inside the party place. There is a two seater table with candlelight, a three red rose and some petals scattered on the floor. A Man in suites that is standing three meters away the table and a young woman who wears a tube silk dress besides the man and she holding a violin. When they walk to the table the corner lights, lights on and the man started to sing the "Everything I do, I do it for you" by Bryan Adams and the young woman starts to play her violin too. She was really surprised and overjoyed.
When they sit a guy in an American suit bring a bouquet of red roses. "Ma'am this is gave by the love of your life" he said formally "Wow! Thank you!" her eyes where shining and smiled brightly. There's a letter in the bouquet and when she opened it. It was wrote in "Will you Marry Me"❤️ Kevin" She was really surprised that time , She looked at Kevin with smile in her lips and say Yes"
They kept their relationship to her father but this time they are getting to marry and they want it to tell to her father. "Dad, I have something to tell you" Amanda said "Yes" he said. "We are getting to marry on..." they not yet finished the sentence her father slapped her infront of him and said "Are you crazy? Amanda her father said madly. "This guy is just only a driver what future he can bring it to you?" her father said sarcastically. "For due I respect, I'm only a driver but I can do anything just to make is alive" he said formally. "To make us alive? What the hell? She can live without you and your efforts, you just want to get money from this family" he shouted madly. "Dad... " she's crying and want to tell her father to stop it. "You go to your room" pointing to the staircase to go to her room. commanded by her dad. but she just stop there while crying and then Kevin shouted that "I will marry you Amanda, wait for me to comeback, I love you so much" Kevin said while the guards are holding his arms nad pulling back to the door. "Go to your room" commanded by her dad. The only thing she can do is to cry out loud.
It's been two years when Amanda and Kevin have no communication and not seeing each other.
His dad retired to his work because he can't worked anymore and got an arthritis. And Amanda opened 50 stores nationwide and launched her new clothing line the Amanda Sensual Wears.
After that, when she got home, she baking a cake, while her maid is cooking spaghetti. It's her Father's Birthday. That's why everyone is busy preparing on her dad's birthday.
After she baked the cake, she called few friends of her dad to celebrate it. "Dad, come down, Let's eat" she knocked on his room but when she hold the door knob, it's not lock so she enter to his room. He just sit on the edge of his bed. "Come Dad, it's your day. Don't ruin it, some of your friends are on the living room, wait for you. Let's go" she said "I'm sorry my dearest Amanda to tell all the things I've done to you mostly, it's when I disagreed your engagement to Kevin, I'm so sorry" he said in low voice. "That's okay, the important is your birthday" Amanda smiled and hugged him. "I also invite Rosales Family" her father smiled "Dad, really?? Is that okay After all? Amanda shocked. "It's okay for your happiness, you already found the right guy" her dad smiled. She texted their family driver also known as Kevin's dad.
They came but Kevin wasn't there, Kevin father said "Kevin was in Japan, will come home on December." A sad in her eyes and she just focus herself in her business and to her father. She planned that this coming Christmas and New Year, to have a vacation out of town with her father and visit their relatives in Australia.
The day of her flight. She locked her room and his father's room and their luggage where in the living room. "I'm so excited to see my cousins there" Amanda said excitedly. "Yeah, I've heard that Cindy born her first child." her dad said. "Let's go, I'm so excited for our White Christmas" and they put their luggage in the compartment.
Someone was standing on the gate and Amanda noticed her but her father talked "How are you?" her father said, "Where are you going?" he said, "We planned to have a vacation in Australia this holiday season, we also celebrate New Year there." Amanda said "I have one question, Will you still marry me?"Kevin said with a 24k White Gold in his hand and kneel, she looked at her dad and her dad jist nod and says "Go on, say yes" "YES" she replied, and "I love you so much" he said. They kissed each other.
After the holiday vacation in Australia. On the next day, they got married on the same church where she answered Kevin to be her officially boyfriend.
"Do you accept Kevin Rosales as your husband" the priest said "I do"
After that they Kissed again and the guests applaused and Kevin carried Amanda from Altar to the car. The bridesmaids tossed of red roses petals at the car they leave and Amanda was waving to them.
The End
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