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âFIDELITYâ |part12
MASTERLIST -`âźÂŽ- Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader x JJ Maybank
Summary: Kook!Readerâs world is upended by betrayal, and her only way forward might lie with the most unlikely personâJJ Maybank. But as they build a new life together, old flames and past mistakes refuse to stay buried.
Warnings: time jump, anxiety(?)
EXTRA -`âźÂŽ- JJâs and Readerâs lock screen.
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Twelve Month Old.
Life moved fast. There was no denying it.Â
Everything happened in such a whirlwind that before you knew it, an entire year had slipped by. A whole journey you had managed to navigate, though, of course, not without JJâs irreplaceable help.Â
The kitchen hummed with a peaceful kind of chaos, the sweet scent of strawberries mingling in the air. You stood at the counter, focused on decorating the cake while half your attention was tuned to the laughter drifting in from the living room. Small giggles, paired with JJâs playful chuckles, echoed through the walls of your little home.Â
As you carefully placed sliced strawberries atop the creamy frosting, you glanced toward the living room. Your little girl sat in the corner, clutching her stuffed teddy with delighted excitement. Across from her, on his knees, was JJ, pulling the silliest faces imaginable to keep her entertained. Her infectious laughter seemed to chase away every ounce of exhaustion you felt.Â
For a moment, a warm wave of contentment washed over you. Sometimes, amidst all the chaos, it was these simple moments that made life truly worth it. Still, you forced yourself to focus. As much as you wanted to join them, you had a cake to finishâand today had to be perfect.Â
As you piped the homemade frosting onto the cake, you listened closely to the sounds from the other room. JJâs low murmurs, the pitter-patter of tiny feet, and your daughterâs joyous squeals filled the house.Â
Even without seeing them, you could picture it all in your mind. A soft smile spread across your face as you worked on the cake for her first birthday celebration. Tomorrow, she would officially turn one. An entire year.Â
How had you made it to this point? Time had flown so fast you never even had the chance to ask, âWhatâs happening right now?â Everything had raced by, and now, here you wereâyour daughter, a whole year old. Twelve months gone in the blink of an eye.Â
The party wouldnât be big. Just a simple setup on the back porch with a decorated table. Your parents would come, along with JJâs friends and maybe a couple of neighbors. Mostly, it would be Lilianaâs playmates from the park. That was all.Â
Even though she wouldnât remember it, you wanted her to smile when she looked back at the photos one day. You wanted her to feel a sense of peace, a happiness unclouded by memories of the separation her parents had gone through.Â
In fact, you hoped those memories wouldnât even cross her mind.Â
The sound of approaching footsteps pulled you from your thoughts. You set down the piping bag and turned to see JJ walking toward you, your daughter balanced in his arms. A wide grin spread across your face.Â
âSheâs all worn out from playing too much,â JJ said, his smile as easy as ever. He started tickling her with his free hand, and the kitchen filled with her bright laughter. Just hearing it warmed you from the inside out.Â
âOh, is that so?â you teased. Anytime they played too hard, Liliana seemed to go straight into what you called âhibernation mode.â Sheâd be asleep in minutes. Classic JJ effect. Joining in, you reached over to tickle her too, but you both stopped after a moment, not wanting to tire her out any further. She was already sleepy enough.Â
You stepped back slightly as JJ leaned in to check on the cake over your shoulder. His hand hovered dangerously close to the frosting, ready to sneak a taste, but when he caught your raised brow, he quickly withdrew.Â
âAlmost done, huh?â he said, his eyes still locked on the cake like it was a masterpieceâor maybe just his next meal.Â
You nodded, glancing back at your work. âIsnât that right, Liliana? Look what Mommy made!âÂ
JJ pointed to the cake as Liliana let out a tiny laugh, reaching her hands toward you. Without hesitation, you scooped her up into your arms.Â
âYeah, do you like it, sweetheart?â you cooed, giving her a gentle sway. Her head lolled onto your shoulder, and you and JJ couldnât help but chuckle. Her sleepy demeanor was always the sweetest thing. She wasnât an overly hyper child, but when she was tired, she turned into the most docile little angel.Â
âYou really wore her out,â you murmured, stroking her messy hair with a fond smile. It was far from the neat ponytails you had done that morningâproof of how much fun sheâd had with JJ.Â
âThatâs my specialty,â he said proudly, tapping Lilianaâs chubby cheek with a grin. He lifted her tiny hand and planted a series of dramatic kisses on it. âSwear sheâs about to knock out,â he added with a lopsided smile.Â
You lifted Liliana and pressed a kiss to her plump cheek, unable to stop the warmth that filled your heart. This past year had been the best of your life. Every moment with her had been worth everything.Â
The first few weeks had been toughâwhat new mother didnât struggle? But you were endlessly grateful for the people who had stayed by your side, supporting you every step of the way. Your parents had stayed with you, helping whenever they could. And then there were Cleo and Sarahâboth absolute sweethearts who never hesitated to lend a hand.Â
Thinking back to the times when it was just the four of you always brought a smile to your face. And Sarah, oh Sarah. Her relentless efforts to declare herself âAunt Sarahâ to the world were both endearing and hilarious. If youâd let her, she probably wouldâve gotten it printed on a banner.Â
And then there was JJ. You didnât even hesitate to call him Lilianaâs uncle. Because he truly was. He stood behind you like a fortress, always keeping you steady. Whenever you felt overwhelmed or doubted yourself, he was the one who wouldnât let you fall. In the early months of your pregnancy, you had stumbled more times than you cared to admit, but once JJ became a permanent fixture in your life, that never happened again. He simply wouldnât let it.Â
Of course, there had been challenges. But his unwavering support had made it all worthwhile.Â
Lilianaâs tiny hands brushing against your face made you laugh softly. You kissed her little fingers and smiled. âIf you can keep her entertained for just a little longer, Iâll finish up the cake and then put her down for a nap. Sound good?âÂ
You glanced up at JJ as you spoke. He was leaning casually against the counter, one arm propped up while his free hand snagged a strawberry from the cutting board. Popping it into his mouth, he shrugged, barely pausing to enjoy the taste before muttering something nonsensical to Liliana, who giggled in reply.Â
JJ licked his fingers clean and reached toward you to take Liliana. âYou know, I could do it,â he said with a mock-seriousness as he adjusted her securely against his hip. You watched as Liliana instantly settled, her little head coming to rest against his chest. The sight of the two of them like that filled your heart with warmth.Â
âI know,â you replied with a nod. But JJ didnât look entirely convinced. His uncertain gaze lingered on you, as if he wasnât sure what to do next. You knew he had a full plateâwork often wore him out, and some days it was a struggle for him to even take time off. Yet no matter how tired he was, whenever you needed help with Liliana or anything around the house, he never hesitated.Â
Even so, you didnât want to burden him more than necessary. Besides, it wasnât a difficult task. Liliana was a calm child, and with her nap time fast approaching, she was already on the brink of sleep. JJ had clearly tired her out with all their playing. You were confident sheâd drift off quickly.Â
JJ opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get the words out, a small, unmistakable sound broke through the air.Â
âMa-ma.âÂ
You froze. Completely, utterly froze. The kitchen fell silent, as if the whole world had paused with you. The strawberry JJ had been reaching for slipped from his hand and landed on the counter. His wide eyes darted to Liliana.Â
âWhat⊠What did she just say?â he whispered, his voice a mix of shock and awe.Â
Liliana, grinning ear to ear, pushed herself against him, her small face glowing with excitement. Before you could even process what was happening, she let out a gleeful laugh and bounced in his arms, nearly losing her balance in her excitement. Her tiny pigtails bobbed as she steadied herself.Â
This time, more clearly, she said it again, with determination. âMa-ma.âÂ
Tears filled your eyes. Your heart swelled in your chest, beating so hard it felt like a tidal wave crashing against your ribs. You took a step closer to JJ, your hand reaching out to gently stroke Lilianaâs cheek. âShe canât possibly be saying that,â you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion. You wanted to scream with joy, but you held it in. You didnât want to startle her.Â
JJ, still holding her, looked down at her with a mixture of astonishment and a soft, almost reverent smile. âWeâve been waiting for her to talk, but⊠Oh God,â he said, his voice thick with emotion.Â
It wasnât like the two of you hadnât been sneakily repeating âMa-Maâ in her presence, hoping to nudge her toward saying it.Â
You leaned in, kissing Lilianaâs rosy cheeks, your heart overflowing with joy. If only you couldâve captured the moment on video.Â
JJ, who had been relatively quiet in the background, finally spoke, his tone tinged with playful sarcasm. âSo⊠do you love me as much as her now? Or am I still in trouble for that time I ruined the cake?âÂ
âWhat cake? What are youââ You whipped around to check the cake. Sure enough, one side of it had collapsed, the frosting smudged into an unsalvageable mess.Â
JJ winced, offering a sheepish smile. âWe can, uh, get a new one, right?âÂ
You couldnât help but laugh, despite yourself. There, surrounded by the warm scents of strawberries and frosting, your little family shared a moment that felt timeless. For just a while, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only love, laughter, and the perfectly imperfect chaos of this life you were building together.Â
One Year Old
The living room echoed with Lilianaâs joyful laughter. The little girl stretched out her arms, wobbling on her tiny feet as she worked hard to find her balance. Amid the colorful plush toys scattered on the floor, she seemed to grasp an essential truth: falling wasnât as important as learning to get back up. With every step, her small feet trembled, sometimes tipping her forward precariously. But she was persistent. Even when she toppled over, she would immediately try again.Â
JJ sat on the edge of the couch, watching her with a proud grin. Setting his coffee mug aside, he leaned forward slightly and called out, âLiliana, careful now. Letâs not bump into the coffee table, alright?âÂ
At that exact moment, Liliana stumbled again and plopped onto the floor with a soft âOops!â Her wide eyes turned to JJ, as if asking, What just happened?
JJ was at her side in an instant, crouching down and holding out his hands. âLook here, young lady. Even when we fall, we get right back up, donât we? Like a true Pogue.â His voice carried a playful warmth as he smiled at her.Â
Liliana babbled in response, her tiny, nonsensical sounds making JJ chuckle. She placed her little hands in his, using his support to stand up again. JJ nodded dramatically. âThatâs my girl! Now, letâs try it again, sweetheart.âÂ
Determined, Liliana let go of JJâs hands, took a few wobbly steps, and fell once more. But this time, her giggle rang out louder than ever. JJ joined her laughter as you sat on the floor nearby, coffee mug in hand, watching the scene unfold. Their shared joy and Lilianaâs little triumphs momentarily swept you away into a bittersweet reverie.Â
You couldnât help but think about everything that had been and everything that couldâve been.Â
As you watched JJ hold Lilianaâs hands and help her stand again, a faint melancholy crept into your heart. Her smile warmed you, but your thoughts wandered far from the present.Â
The turbulent times with Rafe felt like a wound tucked into the corner of your mind. The fear, uncertainty, and rejection youâd faced while carrying Liliana lingered, even as your life now brimmed with happiness. Liliana was growing up so fast. She was already halfway through her first year. And one day, the inevitable question would come: Whereâs my dad?
The thought sent a pang through your chest. What would you tell her? The idea of saying Rafeâs name out loud made your stomach twist. But was it right to hide the truth?Â
Your eyes shifted to JJ, who was now walking hand in hand with Liliana, her little giggles filling the room. JJ raised his arms in mock triumph, shouting, âPogue for life!âÂ
You rolled your eyes at his antics but couldnât suppress a smile. JJ had his way of turning any moment into something fun, and you let him. This was their time, a little world just for the two of them to share.Â
Still, you couldnât ignore the impact JJ had on Lilianaâs life. He wasnât just a friend or a fun uncleâhe was a loving guide. But would that be enough? Would his presence fill the gap in Lilianaâs heart when the questions came?Â
Or worseâwould she misinterpret his role in her life? Would she see him not as an uncle figure, but as a father?Â
Someday, Liliana would see other kids with their parents. She would want to compare, to understand. When she noticed the differenceâthat she didnât have a mom and dad like the othersâwhat would she feel? Would she long for something you couldnât give her?Â
As Lilianaâs laughter mingled with JJâs playful banter, your thoughts continued to churn. But amidst the worry, one thing was clear: you would do everything in your power to be there for her. And so would JJ. Of that, you had no doubt.Â
âHey, you good?â JJâs voice pulled you from your thoughts.Â
You looked up to see him guiding Liliana as she toddled toward you, her tiny hands gripping his fingers tightly. A smile crept onto your face despite yourself.Â
âCome to Mommy,â you encouraged Liliana softly, your voice light with laughter. She babbled something in return, her tone cheerful as ever.Â
JJ winked at you, clearly proud of their progress. âLittle Pogues never give up, you know,â he said, lifting Liliana slightly and twirling her in the air.Â
In that moment, the dark cloud of your worries lifted, if only briefly. JJâs boundless energy and Lilianaâs infectious joy silenced the unease in your heart. Her delighted giggle as she clapped her tiny hands filled the room with warmth, and you couldnât help but join in the laughter.Â
These moments, you realized, were precious beyond measure. The future remained uncertain, but thisâthis love, this warmthâwas everything. And for now, that was enough.Â
Three Years Old
The backyard glowed softly in the warm light of a summer evening. The table had been beautifully set, laden with delicious dishes that made the scene feel like a small celebration. Over in the corner of the yard, Liliana was busy playing with little flowers. She gathered daisies into her tiny hands, attempting to craft a small bouquet while occasionally pausing to marvel at the bugs crawling nearby.Â
For her, bugs were still a fascinating mystery.Â
JJ stood in the middle of the yard, holding a bottle of lemonade, shaking it lightly as he exclaimed, âWait a minute, hold on! Youâre telling me this now? Youâmy childhood best friendâare actually planning to get married? Like, for real? This is happening?âÂ
Pope, his hands casually tucked in his pockets, smiled with quiet confidence. âI mean⊠yeah. The time just felt right. Who here didnât see this coming?â He glanced around at the three of you, and you shrugged in response.Â
You honestly werenât surprised. Cleo and Pope had practically been living like a married couple for ages. Sharing a house, sharing a lifeâthe only thing missing had been rings on their fingers. And now, even that seemed to be taken care of.Â
Turning to Cleo, who stood beside you with an unmistakable sparkle in her eyes, you reached out and clasped her hands. Rising from your seat, you pulled her into a tight hug. âCongratulations, babe. But letâs be realâI knew this was only a matter of time.âÂ
Cleo laughed, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. You adored her, truly. As you pulled back, she smoothed her hair with a smile. âThank you,â she murmured, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially, âHonestly, if he hadnât proposed soon, he was about to start sleeping on the couch.âÂ
Both of you laughed, returning to your seats as JJ continued to hold court in the middle of the yard. Heâd definitely had a bit to drinkânot enough to be drunk, of course, especially not with Liliana aroundâbut just enough to be fully basking in the moment.Â
JJ flopped backward dramatically, as if falling into an invisible chair. For a split second, you almost reached out to catch him. âNo, no, this has to be a joke,â he said, pointing at Cleo with exaggerated suspicion. âBecause the Pope I know? He doesnât do serious. And now weâre talking about marriage? Cleo, are you sure?âÂ
Without missing a beat, Cleo smacked him lightly on the head, earning an exaggerated yelp from JJ.Â
âHey! That hurt!â he protested, rubbing the spot dramatically.Â
âGood,â Cleo shot back. âMaybe itâll knock some sense into you.âÂ
JJ raised an eyebrow at her, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. âOh, is that what you think?â he teased, leaning closer to you for backup, clearly trying to rile you up too.Â
Without hesitation, you pushed his face away with your hand, rolling your eyes as you grabbed a dessert from the table. A small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. JJ, ever the entertainer, turned his attention back to Cleo, who was now watching the two of you with a look that was⊠curious. Maybe even amused.Â
You caught the glance and quickly shifted your focus elsewhere, pretending not to notice. Your eyes landed on Liliana, who was still engrossed in her flower-gathering mission. Now, though, you realized sheâd made more than one bouquetâthe two little bundles of daisies on the ground made your heart swell with pride.Â
Meanwhile, Cleo crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow at JJ. Her gaze darted between the two of you. âLook at this,â she said, her tone teasing. âPope might actually be the most mature one here tonight.âÂ
âWow, okay,â JJ said, throwing up his hands in mock surrender. âIâll give you that, Cleo. But Iâve gotta sayâyouâre a saint for putting up with him. Marrying Pope? Thatâs a big commitment,â he joked, grinning.Â
Cleo tilted her head, a playful glint in her eye. âOh, no doubt about it,â she replied, nodding as if in agreement.Â
You laughed at their banter, thinking how these friends, once JJâs alone, now felt like your family too. Thanks to him, yes, but stillâthere was no denying how much you adored them.Â
The cheerful mood seemed to envelop everyone. Even Liliana, who had been absorbed in her flowers, perked up at the sound of JJâs laughter. She toddled over to the group, holding out one of her bouquets to Pope. âThis is for you,â she said, her tiny voice filled with pride.Â
Pope crouched down, taking the bouquet with wide eyes. âWow, thank you, little lady,â he said warmly. It was one of those heart-melting moments that left everyone smiling.Â
She went on to distribute her bouquets to the rest of you, looking so proud of her work.Â
Then, tugging at JJâs pant leg, she said, âThe flowers we saw the other day arenât here.â She was referring to the pink flowers youâd noticed on a walk. JJ scooped her up with ease, lifting her high into the air. âHow about tomorrow, we go find some of those for you, Lily?â he said, grinning as her face lit up with joy. He followed up with a series of playful kisses, her laughter ringing out like music.Â
For a few minutes, the evening revolved entirely around her. But as the hour grew later, it became clear it was time to start wrapping things up. While Pope and JJ entertained Liliana with a game of make-believe involving her dolls, Cleo jumped in to help you clear the table.Â
Missing an opportunity to spend a moment with her? Never.Â
âSheâs such a sweet kid,â Cleo said, her tone warm as she started washing the dishes.Â
You smiled, nodding as you packed leftovers into containers. âThank you. She adores you, by the way. Honestly, I think sheâs smitten.âÂ
Cleoâs eyes crinkled with a smile. âWell, the feelingâs mutual,â she said, her voice soft. It was a small moment, but it spoke volumes, the kind of quiet connection that reminded you just how lucky you were to have herâand everyone elseâhere.
âNot like his fatherâthank God for that.â You couldnât help but smile. It wasnât a particularly joyful smile, but the fact that Liliana didnât resemble him in any way brought you some comfort. You didnât know much about him anymore, not really. But the thought of even a part of your daughter resembling Rafe was enough to make your chest tighten.
âHowâs he doing?â The question slipped from your lips before you could stop it. You hadnât meant to ask. It wasnât that you caredâit was just⊠curiosity. You wondered how he was holding up, what kind of life he was leading.Â
Still, it felt like a ridiculous question. You were about to tell Cleo to just forget it.Â
âSame as always,â she muttered nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. She seemed to understand why youâd asked, even though you hadnât explained. âWe all grew up. Everyoneâs got their thing going on now. I donât even know if most people still bother showing up to parties. Heâs running his dadâs business now. I barely see him.â
You didnât know how to feel. As you packed leftovers into a container, you took a deep breath. What had you even expected to hear? At least he had finally gotten what he wanted.
He was happy, and you were too. Apart, but still happy. In the end, that was all that mattered.Â
Whether he still harbored anything for you, you couldnât say. Your feelings for him felt⊠dulled, as if theyâd been packed away and forgotten. Since Liliana had become the center of your universe, things like dating or romance didnât even register. And you didnât miss them. Liliana was still young; she needed you.
Maybe thatâs why any notion of love, of attraction, felt so foreign now.Â
âThis is normal, love. Whatever it is youâre feelingâitâs normal.â Cleoâs voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned toward her, realizing youâd been staring blankly at the container in your hands. You blinked a few times, grounding yourself.Â
Of course it was normal.Â
You pushed your hair back and gave Cleo a nod of agreement as you snapped the lid onto the container and placed it in the fridge. When you turned back around, Cleo was suddenly closer.Â
âYou know,â she started, her tone shifting to something more teasing, âI donât think Iâve ever seen JJ like this. Heâs really changed. The difference between him back then and now? Night and day.âÂ
You were confused by the abrupt topic change, but you didnât comment. Instead, your gaze drifted toward the backyard. Through the glass doors, you could see Pope, JJ, and Liliana playing together.Â
âHeâs good for you two, just like youâre good for him.â Cleoâs voice was softer now, almost like she was trying to coax a reaction out of you.
Your eyes lingered on JJ, watching him scoop Liliana into his arms and pepper her head with kisses. One of his hands was always hovering protectively near her, ready to catch her if she stumbled. A small smile crept onto your lips.
âIs it just me, or is there⊠something going on?â Cleoâs sly tone snapped your attention back to her so quickly, you almost got whiplash. Her expression was amused, her brow arched, and that same unreadable look was back in her eyes.
âWhat? Something going on?â Your voice was a mix of disbelief and nervous laughter.Â
Cleo stepped back with a shrug, her lips pursed in mock innocence. Meanwhile, your eyebrows shot higher with every second.Â
âIâm just saying!â she exclaimed, raising her hands as if she were completely innocent. The smile tugging at her lips told a different story, though. âA girlâs gotta point out what she sees.â She leaned casually against the counter, her eyes fixed on you with way too much amusement.Â
âEspecially when there are two people too blind to see it themselves.â Her tone was light, teasing, but the implication hit you like a ton of bricks.Â
Your jaw dropped. âWhat? Noâno, no.â You shook your head, the words spilling out before you even knew what you were saying. âThatâs not⊠Cleo, come on.âÂ
She laughed, the sound echoing through the kitchen. You stepped closer, almost desperate to make her stop. âCleo, no. Justâno.â
The idea made you feel strangely unsettled. JJ? You and JJ? That was absurd. You were friends, and that was it. Youâd always been friends, nothing more.Â
Cleo grabbed a dirty plate and turned toward the sink, seemingly unbothered by your protests. You leaned against the counter, trying to find the words to convince her.Â
âWeâre friends,â you said, your voice firm but a little too quick. âThatâs all. For threeâno, almost four yearsâweâve lived together. Thatâs it. JJ and I are just friends.â
Cleo turned her head sharply, and for a second, her movement startled you into taking a step back. Her eyebrow arched higher, almost disappearing into her hairline. âAre you trying to convince me or yourself?â
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Cleoâs knowing gaze held you in place like a spotlight.Â
JJ and you were friends. Always had been, always would be. The thought of anything elseâit felt⊠wrong. Like it would betray everything youâd built together over the years.Â
Cleoâs smirk only widened as she watched you flounder. âIââ you started, but nothing else came out.
The sound of the door opening made you jump. Your eyes darted toward it, and there they wereâJJ, holding Lilianaâs hand. For a split second, you felt like a teenager caught doing something wrong by their parents.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Cleoâs amused smile. You ignored it.Â
âShe said she had to pee,â JJ explained, nudging Liliana gently forward. You quickly stepped toward your daughter.Â
âYes,â Liliana confirmed, clutching her doll in one hand. âI have to pee.âÂ
âIâll handle it,â you said, smiling at JJ. But when his gaze met yours, you suddenly felt... weird. Cleoâs earlier comments were still fresh in your mind, and now, any interaction between you and JJ felt like it carried a weight it hadnât before.Â
âI can take care of itâitâs no big deal,â JJ said with a casual shrug. He glanced down at Liliana, then placed his free hand lightly on your back. That simple gesture, one that had never bothered you before, now felt oddly charged.Â
You hated it.Â
This had never felt strange before. Nothing had changedâexcept Cleoâs remarks, which had now lodged themselves in your brain. Thanks a lot, Cleo. Really.Â
âNo, no. Iâve got it,â you said a bit too quickly. You saw JJ about to insist again, but you bent down and scooped Liliana into your arms before he could say anything more. You couldnât bring yourself to look at him.Â
Even his presence now made you uncomfortableânot because of anything he was doing, but because your mind kept wandering into territory it had no business being in.Â
You and JJ were friends. Just friends. Imagining him kissing you, or holding you in a way that felt too intimate, felt like a betrayal of that friendship. And you were sure of that.Â
âSheâs got it, JJ,â Cleoâs sly tone cut in, and you took the opportunity to bolt with Liliana. You just needed a minute. Some space to clear your head. Surely, if you could shake off these ridiculous thoughts, everything would go back to normal.Â
âGo grab Pope and get in here,â Cleo called out behind you. âMy backâs killing me. Your turn.âÂ
Thanks a lot, Cleo. Really.
Three Year Old
The living room was dimly lit, a soft glow creating a calm atmosphere. Youâd seized the opportunity of Liliana sleeping to make yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Meanwhile, JJ was pacing the room nervously, shoving his hands in and out of his pockets. He wore a pair of jeans and a simple shirt, but it was clear he wasnât comfortable.Â
JJ adjusted his shirt collar, his chest rising and falling like he couldnât quite catch his breath. Do I really need to do this? he wondered. It wasnât that he didnât want to go on this date; it was more like he was searching for an excuse not to. A noise from behind snapped him out of his thoughts.Â
You peeked out from the kitchen with a smile, setting your cup on the table. âJJ, relax. Itâs just a date, not a job interview.â His stress was written all over his face.Â
Itâs just a date. It isnât like heâll marrying the girl tonight.Â
JJ stopped in his tracks, frowning. One hand reached up to rub his chin as if he was still weighing his options. Honestly, he looked ready to ditch his outfit, pull on something comfortable, and settle in for a movie night at home. He just needed one signal, one sign to justify stayingâand he would. âI donât know,â he muttered. âThis feels stupid. I mean⊠itâs something a coworker set up. I donât even know the woman.âÂ
You leaned casually against the edge of the table, shrugging. This wasnât the end of the world. Heâd go, spend a couple of hours out, and if he liked her? Great. If not? Heâd move on. It wasnât like you were going to stop him. What were you supposed to say, anyway? Hey JJ, I donât go on dates, so you shouldnât either?
Ridiculous.
You had your reasons. Expecting him to share them was absurd. Itâs not like you two had ever talked about dating or relationships. Not seriously, anyway. Although, you were pretty sure heâd had his fair share of one-night stands. You werenât naive; the nights he came home late and went straight for the shower said enough. But what could you do? Judge him for it? He was in his mid-twenties, for Godâs sake.
It wasnât your business. If he needed that, he needed it. Just because you didnât do it didnât mean he shouldnât. Especially when you two were⊠nothing.Â
Damn it, Cleo. You wouldnât normally spiral into these thoughts.Â
By ânormally,â you meant before that night Cleo talked to you. Before then, these kinds of thoughts were off-limits, a red line you didnât cross. Now here you were, dissecting JJâs sex life.Â
Of course, he could do whatever he wanted. Why wouldnât he?Â
Itâs not like he needed your permission.Â
Not that you didnât have your own needs. But after years of going without, you werenât exactly itching to jump into something casual. You didnât want to leave your house, leave your daughter, and come back having spent the night with someone who didnât mean anything to you.Â
Maybe someday, when Liliana was olderâmaybe youâd be ready then. But not now. Not while she was just three years old.Â
JJâs nervous pacing snapped you out of your thoughts, and you cleared your throat. These ridiculous ideas running through your head were driving you crazy. He just needed to leave already so you could look at him like a friend again. âAnd thatâs exactly why you should go. Who knows? You might actually have a good time. And at the very worst,â you said, pausing for dramatic effect, âyou call me, and Iâll come rescue you.âÂ
JJ laughed a little, his shoulders relaxing. âYouâre a real hero,â he replied with a smirk, running a hand through his hair. He licked his lips thoughtfully before glancing at you again. âBut if I do call you, will you actually come?âÂ
You rolled your eyes. Was he seriously asking? âOf course I would. But not without letting you suffer a little first,â you teased. In reality, youâd hop in your car without a second thoughtâeven though he had a carâand youâd go full drama mode if needed. Just for your friend. Yes, friend.
JJ chuckled, shaking his head. âIf it comes to that, Iâll call. Promise.â He wandered around the room, checking to make sure he had everything. But as you watched him, something about it made you feel off. The idea of JJ going on a date with someone else felt⊠unsettling. Youâd spent years side by side, and heâd never really left your orbit. Still, you were happy for him.Â
At least, you thought you were.Â
When he leaned down to kiss the top of your head before heading out, your eyes instinctively closed. He did it so casually, like it was nothing. But you couldnât stop yourself from reading into it. Again. Thanks a lot, Cleo.Â
A few minutes later, JJ was out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts. And oh, how you hated being alone with them. Your mind always found the most nonsensical things to obsess over. JJ was a welcome distraction, and now that he was gone, you didnât know what to do with yourself.Â
Because thinking made everything feel⊠weird.Â
Even though he has his own house, even though he paid the rent every month, he practically lived at your place. You had suggested it, and you didnât regret it or find it awkward at all. But now, after Cleoâs comments, everything felt⊠suffocating. Like you were looking at your dynamic through a distorted lens.Â
Your eyes drifted to the clock, the hands moving painfully slow. How much time had passed? You couldnât tell. Your hands tightened around your coffee mug without you realizing it. You hated thinking. You didnât want to think. You wished Liliana would wake up early, even if it wasnât time yet. Anything to distract you.Â
Whoâs he meeting? Whatâs she like? The questions popped into your head unbidden, and you immediately despised them. Why do I care? you thought bitterly, shrugging to yourself. âWhat does it even matter?â you muttered under your breath. But the curiosity inside you wasnât so easily silenced.Â
When your coffee ran out, you didnât hesitate to pour another cup. Maybe you needed some fresh air or something. These thoughts swirling around in your head were absurd, and you knew it. You blamed it on the lingering toxicity of Cleoâs words from months ago. Ever since that conversation, it felt like youâd been poisoned.
As the hours ticked by, the silence in the living room grew heavier. Every passing second transformed into an expectationâwould JJ send a message? You kept your phone close, glancing at every notification with urgency. But there was nothing.Â
You were ready, thoughâready to rush out the door if JJ sent you a single text asking to be rescued. Or even, as he mentioned, if he called.Â
At some point, you couldnât take it anymore and went to the kitchen, fixing yourself a snack. You tried reading a few pages of a book, even made a couple of trips upstairs to check if Liliana was still asleep. But your mind kept drifting back to JJ and his date. For a fleeting moment, you thought, âMaybe itâs going badly.â That thought didnât bring relief, thoughâit unsettled you.Â
No, youâd be happier if things were going well. JJâs happiness mattered. If heâd found someone who suited him, youâd convince him to pursue it. Maybe then, the tension between you could finally dissolve. Butâthen you wouldnât see him as often. Neither you nor Liliana. Still, you knew his love for Liliana wouldnât fade.Â
As the night wore on, you kept yourself busy in the kitchen, but your eyes constantly flicked to your phone. No calls, no texts. You were dying to know how the date was going but fought hard to suppress that curiosity. Even after putting your phone on silent and leaving it on the table, you found yourself picking it up to check.Â
Close to midnight, the front door creaked open. A few sounds of stumbling followed, grabbing your attention. JJ walked in, and it was immediately clear how much heâd had to drink. He was swaying slightly, the familiar exhaustion in his eyes telling you everything about his night. You were curled up on the couch, a book in hand, but as soon as you heard him, you looked up.Â
It hadnât gone terriblyâthat much you were sure of. He was drunk out of his mind andâhe hadnât called. At least his demeanor suggested nothing had happened between themâenough for you to focus on your own business. Still, you couldnât help but note that if the roles were reversed and youâd hooked up with someone, youâd probably have stayed the night at their place.Â
Crossing your arms, you watched as he wrestled with his shoes. âWell, since you made it home, I guess it wasnât that bad,â you said, your tone laced with mockery to mask the mess of feelings churning inside. You hated yourself for saying it but couldnât stop.Â
JJ let out a laugh as he struggled with his shoes. âActually⊠it was awful,â he slurred. You watched him stumble toward you, surprised by his response. Youâd expected him to say it went wellâbut here was the truth.Â
His eyes were red, and you couldnât even guess how much heâd drunk. He dropped onto the couch beside you, head tilting back as he let out a long sigh. âShe was sweet, but⊠I donât know. Boring. And alsoâŠâ He paused, his head lolling slightly to the side. His lips parted, and the smell of alcohol wafted over. âShe wasnât as beautiful as you.âÂ
Your mouth fell open in shock. You tried to form a response, but no words came out. JJ, meanwhile, seemed to be watching your every reaction, almost as if savoring it, his drunken gaze locked on you. Clearing your throat, you fought to dismiss his words.Â
You were definitely going to kill Cleo.
Smiling, you raised an eyebrow and said, âCare to share the details?â in an overly casual tone.Â
JJ leaned forward, reaching for the coffee table. When you realized he was going for your water glass, you handed it to him, watching to ensure he drank. âRachel thought I wasâmarried,â he said, breaking into a laugh before taking a long sip of water, as if heâd been parched all night.Â
The words hit like a bombshell, and your eyebrows shot up as your eyes widened in disbelief. You hadnât expected that. Now you were even more curious, but JJâs water-drinking intermission couldnât have come at a worse time. âWait, what? She thought you were married? Why?âÂ
For a few seconds, you just stared at him, lost for words. JJ, now done with the water, clumsily placed the glass back on the table and pulled his phone out of his pocket with some difficulty. He held it out to you before slumping back into the couch. As the screen lit up, it became clear. His wallpaper was a photo of you and Liliana hugging.Â
âShe saw that and said something like, âYou left your family to come here?â Then she lost it.â He spoke nonchalantly, tossing his head back again. His eyes were nearly closed, his speech slurred to the point of incoherence.Â
Pressing your lips together, you held back laughter. You wanted to say something, but no words came. JJ misinterpreted your silence, continuing, âHonestly⊠it doesnât really matter. BecauseâŠâ He paused again, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âItâs not more important than this.âÂ
Following his gaze, you saw he was staring at the wallpaper on his phone. Your heart skipped a beat. JJâs words were purely alcohol-inducedâyou were sure of it. Composing yourself quickly, you forced a small smile. âYouâre going to have a killer headache tomorrow. Letâs get you to bed.âÂ
Helping him up, you steadied his swaying form. Even though he insisted on giving Liliana a goodnight kiss, you managed to convince him otherwise and ushered him to his room.Â
Once he was in bed, you pulled the blanket over him and stood there for a moment, watching him. His face was peaceful, utterly vulnerable in sleep. In that moment, you felt like you understood him more than ever.Â
With a head full of swirling thoughts, you quietly left the room, closing the door behind you. But you knewâyou wouldnât forget tonight anytime soon.
Four Year Old
Outer Banks was a tangled web of memories for you. Going back wasnât just about revisiting a place; it was stepping into a time capsule, into a life filled with complicated, conflicting emotions. The last few years with JJ and Liliana had taught you that no matter how safe you felt in the present, leaving parts of yourself behind was never easy. Outer Banks was the epicenter of your past struggles, losses, and, oddly enough, some of your most beautiful memories.Â
The morning Liliana excitedly babbled about the upcoming wedding, you found yourself waking up with those very thoughts swirling in your mind. JJ was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, laughing as he answered Lilianaâs barrage of questions. To her, the idea of attending Pope and Cleoâs wedding was an adventure, something to look forward to. For you, it was harder to embrace. While you were happy for your friends, the thought of returning to Outer Banks weighed heavy on you.Â
âLetâs think this through,â JJ said, leaning against the counter, his gaze steady as if he could see the unease written all over your face. âI know this is tough for you, but itâs just a few days. I promise weâll come straight back after.âÂ
You tightened your grip on your coffee mug and looked at him. Of course, it would be easier for himâyou knew that. But going back there with a child made everything feel different. People would do the math. When they asked Lilianaâs age, the unspoken questions would surface. âIs it really that simple?â you asked quietly. âJust go, smile, and pretend the past doesnât exist?âÂ
Theyâd ask about Lilianaâs father. Not just to youâbut to her, too. The funny thing was, JJ had taken on the father figure role in her life so seamlessly that you were terrified she might actually mention his name when people asked.Â
And then there was Rafe. The idea of him seeing you and Liliana again filled you with dread. Youâd never imagined taking Liliana to Outer Banks; it always felt like youâd stay away forever. But now, with Cleoâs wedding, there was no choice. You wanted to be there for your friends, of courseâbut the thought of it all was overwhelming.Â
JJâs eyes softened as he picked up on your worry. Shrugging, he stepped closer until he was right in front of you. When his hands wrapped gently around yours, your eyes met. His thumb brushed the back of your hand in soothing circles, his voice calm and steady. âItâs not easy, I know. But weâre not going back for the past. This is about the presentâabout today. And weâre going together. Lilianaâs coming with us. Iâll be with you every second if you need me. You trust me, donât you?âÂ
The answer was so obvious it wasnât even a question. You trusted him with everythingâyour life, Lilianaâs life. You knew heâd protect you both no matter what. Without hesitation, you nodded. âOf course.â The words tumbled out quickly, your voice firm, as if to erase any doubt. JJâs smile lit up his face, warm and reassuring.Â
Lilianaâs little voice broke in suddenly. She was tugging on JJâs pant leg, her wide eyes sparkling with excitement. You noticed the toy sheâd dropped on the floor and made a mental note to toss it into the bag. âCan I catch the wedding bouquet?â she asked, her words adorably slurred. You had to resist the urge to scoop her up and smother her with kissesâshe was too cute for her own good.Â
You found yourself smiling despite everything. Lilianaâs joy was infectious, but beneath your smile, the unease lingered. Outer Banks wasnât just a place; it was a collection of momentsâlived experiences, shattered dreams, and wounds that never fully healed.Â
âYou might be a little young for that, sweetheart,â JJ teased with a grin. He shifted, letting go of one of your hands to scoop Liliana up, settling her on his hip. You watched as he kissed her chubby cheek, the affection in the gesture tugging at your heart.Â
JJ must have sensed your inner turmoil because his tone shifted, turning serious as he looked at you again. His hand still held yours. âYou know Iâm here, right?âÂ
Those words settled something in your mind, quieting the chaos if only for a moment. There was always a layer of sincerity beneath JJâs laid-back demeanorâa steadfastness that revealed itself when it mattered most. He wasnât as careless as he often made himself out to be, especially not when it came to you.Â
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picture you ;; sam winchester (part one)
cw; angst, psychic! reader & psychic! sam, not a lot just angsty! ((part two will have much more warnings trust))
do you picture me like i picture you?
am i in the frame from your point of view?;;
the visions started when you were just a kid, only twelve years old. they were small, uncontrollable things at first. youâd get a blinding headache, the occasional nosebleed, a brief dizzy spell, accompanied by a short glimpse of something. a scene of something seemingly unimportant; your friend tripping and hurting their knee, your father leaving the stove on.Â
gradually, they got worse, darker. you saw your neighbors dog being run over, saw glimpses of your grandmother being wheeled out of her home by paramedics. they were random, days or even weeks before the actual event took place, but they were enough to set you apart, to isolate you. to make you feel like some kind of freak.Â
you saw him for the first time when you were sixteen. among all the dark visions, he was a small source of comfort, a bit of light among the dark images youâd grown so accustomed to. you never saw him in any real, defining way, never enough to discern why you were seeing him in the first place. you kept waiting for something terrible to happen, to see this beautiful stranger dead, or to see him hurt someone else.Â
youâd see him most often when he was smiling, at first. these moments always seemed to come when he was sitting passenger in a car with a boy youâd later come to know as his brother, dean. that was when he was happiest, listening to classic rock and laughing over something stupid. youâd learn to miss these moments of rare relaxation, of a happiness only known by a man who thought he had a chance to make it last.Â
it was strange, yearning for someone youâd never met. you thought of him when you woke in the morning, and if you were lucky, you saw him before bed each night. the older you got, the more frequent the visions became; the more you learned to lean into it. this newfound ability had severed nearly all your relationships, leaving you almost entirely alone, except for him.Â
you avoided friendships, not wanting more people to worry about, more people to imagine what the final vision would look like for. you hated your birthdays, just more reminders of the time youâd spent locked inside your thoughts. you often wondered how it was fair that your own mind was your greatest torment, as well as your only solace.Â
the first time you saw anything off with the boy in your visions, he was in an alleyway covered in blood, knife in his hand. you were certain that this was it, the day youâd finally lose him, the day youâd be condemned to complete isolation. this image of him, strange glint in his eye, was so far removed from the peaceful boy youâd grown so used to seeing. you truly thought youâd finally lost it when the blade of his knife sunk into the chest of some creature, some thing that looked human but had these awful, gnashing teeth.Â
this particular vision left you a mess of thoughts, a growing paranoia, a need to know more. your nights were spent feverishly researching, renting books from the library on the occult, the supernatural, all sorts of legends. it occupied your mind constantly, the thought that something like this was truly out here. worse than that was the idea that your best friend the boy from your visions was out there, fighting them.
you ached to be able to talk to him, to ask him what was going on, to ask if he felt as insane as you were becoming. this all consuming need led you to finally accept your visions for what they were; some sort of gift. you werenât sure why, or how, you were chosen to see these things, but you were certain you could use it, to grow into it. you went from researching others to researching yourself, straining your mind to force visions to come into focus, instead of letting them find you.Â
the first time you succeeded in this, youâd spent hours in your room, laser focused on manifesting this boy into your mind. finally, dizzy and exhausted as you were, you saw him. clear as day, sitting in that old car once again, arguing with his brother about something you couldnât make out. you willed yourself to focus harder, as much as you could manage, just to make out his voice. his voice, god, it was everything youâd ever needed to hear.Â
âi already told you, sam!â his brother threw one hand up, clearly frustrated, âthis psychic shit isnât normal, alright? iâm just worried about you, iâm supposed to be lookin out for you,â sam. sam, psychic? your heart raced at that, at the implication of possibilities brought on by that one simple word. maybe he was like you, maybe he could see you, too. maybe you werenât alone.
âi know youâre worried, but iâm telling you itâs fine, dean!â sam replied, exasperation all over his face, âif i thought i couldnât handle it, iâd tell you. if it was getting worse, iâd tell you. but itâs not, and iâm fine. end of story,â you couldâve cried at the sound of him, angry as he was, at the relief of being able to hear him at all.
 you thought he looked perfect, in that moment. like everything youâd been looking for, right there in front of you, brought on by your own mind. you tried to ignore the surge of pride, the way you felt like more god than girl. you were just doing what anyone else would, after all. you were just discovering more about yourself.Â
over the course of the weeks following, you spent all your free time trying to reach him. it got easier and easier, and soon enough, you were able to slip into a vision as simply as just reading words on a page. you yearned for him to see you, for him to know how hard youâd tried for him. youâd had no way of knowing, of course, just how powerful sam winchester really was.
a year passed, spent honing your abilities, before you felt that youâd developed them enough to look for him. to find him, to figure out what was happening, to finally know why you were seeing him at all. you laid across your bed, visions of him playing in your mind like a movie, when you saw it. the golden ticket to finally finding him. a road sign, just through his passenger window, fifty miles to erie, pennsylvania. fifty miles to you.Â
you waited patiently, your mind racing as you tried to decide your next move. you canât just approach him, you told yourself, canât just say hi, iâve been watching you in my mind for years. at a certain point of insanity desperation, you were past the point of caring. so you got dressed in what you hoped was suitable enough to introduce yourself, and followed the blinks of him until you found yourself at a dive bar just ten minutes from your apartment.Â
you walked inside with baited breath, your eyes sweeping the crowd of people until they landed on him. it felt like time had stopped, like everyone else disappeared, leaving the two of you alone, finally. you could feel the rapid beat of your heart, the way your hands trembled, the possibilities racing through your mind. all this time, youâd searched. all this time, youâd been driven mad by your hunger. and here he was, in the flesh, just feet away.
you took a step closer, feeling strangely hesitant when this was all youâd ever wanted. like he could feel your presence, he turned to face you, and you couldâve told yourself you imagined it if you hadnât seen his pupils dilate. âi know you,â was the first thing sam ever said to you, and it felt like the culmination of everything youâd ever imagined in your room alone at night.Â
âyou know me?â you repeated, looking up at him with shining eyes, âi know you, too, sam,â âwe canât talk here,â and suddenly his hand was on your back, gently leading you out of the bar, your skin burning through your sweater at the contact. you let him guide you, almost dizzy from the nearness of him. his presence was so overwhelming, so comforting yet so jarring.Â
he came to a stop off to the side of the building, leaning against the wall, brows knit as he looked you over. âyouâre real,â he said after a moment, his voice thicker than youâd heard it in all your visions, âyouâre here. how are you here?â âi live here,â you told him, âwhat do you mean iâm real? youâve seen me, too?âÂ
âseen you?â he repeated, a sarcastic laugh leaving his lips, âiâve been looking for you for months. you were here the whole time?â you nod, watching the way his mouth forms words like itâs the most entrancing thing in the world, âhow long have you had them? the visions, i mean. i thought i was insane,â he scratched the back of his neck, pausing like he was hesitant to even admit it. you thought back to his arguments with dean about his abilities, and you wondered for a moment if he felt like he couldnât tell anyone at all. as if youâd ever make him go through it alone, as if anyone would understand more than you did.Â
âthey started when i was younger, like twelve or thirteen. it didnât really get bad until a couple years ago, though. thatâs when the headaches and everything started. can you do anything else?â you shook your head, keeping your thoughts of how youâd been trying to manufacture new abilities to yourself, âno, just the visions. iâve never met anyone else who has them, yknow,â âme neither,â a sad sort of smile formed on his lips, âiâm sam, by the way. but i guess you already knew that,â
you laughed at that, at the ridiculousness of the entire situation, smiling as you told him your name. he repeated it, and you felt a chill down your spine, like every nerve was on end. âiâve pictured this for so long,â you told him as an easy silence fell between you, âdid you think about it, too? god, sam, i need you to know how much iâve thought of this, of meeting you. i hope i donât sound crazy, i just feel like if anyone could understand, it would be you, and-â he cut you off, resting a hand on your shoulder, and the small contact was enough to have you trembling.Â
âiâve thought about it too,â his voice was softer than before, like he was confessing some sort of secret, âiâve looked for you, iâve- iâve thought of what iâd say when i found you. youâre so much more beautiful in front of me than in my mind,â he laughed slightly, his cheeks flushed like heâd embarrassed himself, âis that weird to say? this whole thing is just insane, i donât know how to navigate it,âÂ
âyouâre perfect,â you smiled around the words, and hot tears filled your eyes, tears of relief and shock and this overwhelming, sensationalizing happiness. being with him, finally, was like coming home for the first time in months to find everything exactly as youâd left it, like praying to god every night just for your wish to finally come true. âi donât really know what weâre supposed to do now, i really donât care,â i really canât bear to be apart from you, you rambled on, âiâd say we should get to know each other, but i guess we already do, donât we?âÂ
âwouldnât hurt to know more,â he gave you a half smile, âiâm staying at a motel up the road, we could go there. if my brother hasnât already taken that bartender back there,â you laughed at that, scrunching your nose slightly, feeling once again stricken by the easiness of being with him. âmy apartments not far, if you wanted to just come there. might be less busy,â you joked, and he nodded, no hesitation in his voice as he said, âyeah, letâs go to your place,â
he was a vision sent from below above, sat on the couch in your apartment, looking around at the decorations and taking in everything about your space. you allowed yourself a brief moment to recede into your mind, picturing a life where you came home to this everyday, a life where you and sam had met under normal circumstances, started a normal life together. you were only slightly ashamed to think of how you preferred it this way, preferred the intimacy the two of you had developed, the affinity you had for the man youâd only known inside your mind.Â
it was better this way, you told yourself. no room for error, no room for growing apart, no room for rejection. it was only you and sam, inside this strange, unnatural bubble. you knew him in his private moments, in his desperate arguments for his father to stay, in his childlike peace when he was alone with his brother, no worries at their door. you knew him when he missed his mother, knew the pain he only allowed himself to feel when no one was there to witness. no one but you, of course. always you.Â
âdo you have family here?â he asked, breaking the silence youâd slipped into. you nodded, sitting on the edge of the couch across from him, âyeah, my dad lives on the edge of the city. no siblings, though,â âand your mom?â he asked, and your chest ached, the way it always did when she was mentioned. the way you knew his did, too. âshe died when i was a baby,â you told him regretfully, âsame way yours went, actually. house fire,âÂ
âyou knew about my mom?â he looked slightly taken aback, slightly scared, for just a moment, and you nearly panicked at the way his eyes widened. donât reject this, you pleaded with him in your mind, as if he could feel it. âyeah, i had visions of you and dean talking about it,â you nodded, âiâm sorry if thatâs strange for you, i didnât mean to pry. i couldnât really control it,âÂ
itâs a blatant lie, but you know he wonât see through it. he doesnât need to know the lengths you went through to get to know him better. not yet, anyway. âitâs alright,â he said after a brief moment of anxiety charged silence, âi know you canât help it. itâs not like either of us can,â either of us. the words replayed in your mind like a sonnet. he knew, he knew it better than anyone, what you went through. sam was just another part of you, the only extension of you youâd ever known.Â
you spent the next few hours talking endlessly, from anything to your school experiences to your visions to your favorite foods. it was so easy, so freeing, so right. it was like someone had made him for you, or you for him, you didnât mind either way which came first. at some point, lost on you, youâd mustered up the courage to bring up the vision youâd had of him and the thing youâd later discovered to be a vampire. he didnât look even the slightest bit surprised or affronted, just nodded, âdean and i hunt things like that; monsters. weâve been doing it since we were kids. my mom didnât die in just a house fire, actually. it was this demon, my dadâs been hunting it ever since. thereâs things out there,â he paused, looking down at a scar on his arm that you longed to know the origin of, âhorrible, twisted things,âÂ
âdemons,â you tested the word on your tongue, having only read it in books, or on the dim light of your laptop screen, âso my mom, do you think she went the same way?â he looked at you so softly, so sympathetically, like he hadnât gone through the same exact thing. you were struck by his selflessness, by his ability to want to comfort anyone after all heâd been through. âyeah, i think it is the same thing,â he said softly, âafter i started seeing you in my visions, i tried to figure out how weâre connected. the same demon went after us,â âus? but they killed our moms,â your brows knit in confusion, âwhat would it want with us?âÂ
âhave you ever wondered what gave you these abilities?â he asked, a seriousness on his face youâd only seen during his arguments with his father, âdid you not wonder what did this to us?â you had wondered, deeply. there was a time when that was all you thought of, the only thing you genuinely cared about. youâd searched tirelessly, until you became so frustrated and angry that you couldnât do it anymore.Â
âyeah,â you nodded, âi do wonder, i just never got close to figuring it out, i guess. so what are you saying?â he looked at you, hesitating before placing a gentle hand on your knee, like he was bracing you for horrible news. you had a fleeting thought that sam could make a death sentence sound like a lullaby, like anything he said would be so glorified that it couldnât even touch you enough to hurt you.Â
âthe demon that killed our moms fed us itâs blood,â he said almost regretfully, like it pained him to say it, âthatâs what gave us these abilities. we werenât born this way, it was- it was forced onto us. we were turned into this,â you felt a rush in your veins, something like waking up, but tamped it down so you could focus on sam, on the way he looked almost sick. âso thereâs demon blood in my veins,â you clarified, shocked by the lack of shock you felt, by how much it made sense. youâd always felt like you werenât completely normal, even before the visions started. youâd felt everything was mildly beneath you, like you were just going through the motions until you achieved something greater. like this life was just a stop for you, as if you had anywhere else to go.Â
sam nodded, his thumb brushing against your knee soothingly, and you shivered slightly with the simple touch. âi know this isnât easy to hear,â he said gently, âyou can take all the time you need to process it. just please, donât feel the need to go it alone, alright? i know itâs daunting, but this doesnât make you bad. this isnât condemning you,â you felt like he was speaking to himself more than to you, but you nodded anyway, thanking him quietly.Â
this wasnât condemning you, but the excitement you felt at the prospect of what you were truly capable of surely was. you tried to focus on anything other than the thrumming of your veins, of the way you felt warmed over, the burning familiarity of recognition all through your body. you finally knew what you were.Â
âdo you need to talk about it?â he asked softly, all concerned eyes and soft expressions as he looked at you, âare you processing it alright?â âiâm fine,â you said a little too quickly, âjust thinking it over. iâm fine,â he just nods along, and you try to will yourself to stop wishing heâd ditch the whole weâre so cursed act. you donât know if heâs just an exceptionally good person, or youâre just too easily bad, but a strange guilt makes a home in your chest regardless, replacing the yearning with something deeper.Â
âso if a demon made us,â you hesitated, trying to find the best way to prevent sounding completely power hungry and insane, âthen hypothetically, we would be stronger if we got more of its blood, right?â his hand on your knee stilled immediately, a sort of panicked, cold energy emanating from him. âhypothetically, yes,â he said like you pried it from him, like he was unable to lie, âbut that would be a total misuse of our abilities, it would be a sin. weâd be abominations,â the words sounded so rehearsed, so preached, you had to resist the urge to ask who did this to him. who took this beautiful, terrifying, powerful boy and made him feel like he was doing something wrong?
 âour only sin would be curiosity,â you told him, and his hand slipped from your knee fully, leaving you with a cold seeped into your bones. âyou canât talk like that,â he said firmly, âdo you understand? this isnât natural, and to indulge in it- it would be wrong,â âwrong?â you repeat incredulously, âsomething did this to us, sam! they could hardly blame us if we just wanted to know more,âÂ
he stood from the couch, and a new wave of panic swept over you at the prospect of him leaving, your eyes wide and your mind desperate to make him understand. âyou should be focused on how to get rid of this, not to make it worse,â he said, voice tight, âmaybe this was a mistake,âÂ
the words struck you harder than a physical hit, and you nearly recoiled, tears pricking your vision. âa mistake?â you repeated, voice wavering, âsam, how could you say that?â his eyes softened at the hurt in your tone, and you could tell you almost had him, almost made him see. âthis-â you gestured between the two of you, âthis could never be a mistake. weâre meant to be, sam. this was inevitable, you couldnât truly think it was a mistake, could you?âÂ
âi didnât mean it,â he finally sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, taking his seat back with a silent resignation, âi just canât let myself think of what could be, itâs not right. i hunt these things, i donât- i canât become one,â âsam,â you said quietly, and before you could stop yourself, you were at his side, your hand on his arm, âyouâd never be anything other than good, okay? i know you well enough to know that,âÂ
he looked at you with such tenderness, such pure emotion, in that moment. like youâd taken his world and simplified it, like youâd opened a door he hadnât known was there. you knew, then, that you had him; that sam winchester would follow you anywhere.
#sam winchester#sam x reader#sam winchester x reader#spn x reader#supernatural x reader#spn fic#supernatural fic#sam winchester fic#winchester x reader#winchester x you#psychic! sam#psychic sam winchester#sam winchester angst#Spotify
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*comes crashing through your window*
Hi.
I haven't been here for 2 months.
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
*AGRESSIVELY WORD DUMPS ALL MY THOUGHTS ABOUT IK* (Mostly my twisted wonderland x IK au i thought of)
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IK, first waking up at the Entrance Ceremony : Diavolo, are you trying a new way of surprise summoning me to Devildom because I don't coffins are the best idea,,,, wait a minute you're not Diavolo.
Crowley : No??????
IK : *looks around the Mirror Room*
IK : *eyes land on the housewardens*
IK, dead eyes : Am I going to have to solve the problems and traumas of those boys right there because absolutely none of them look like they coped well with their traumas. The white haired boy looks alright tho.
Houswardens : ....
IK : Don't worry about it, I'm experienced with this. As much as I'd love to stay here with all the funky coffins, I have to meet up with Lucifer and Satan in like two days. The last time I was late they thought I got lost and ran around the block for like 20 minutes straight.
Crowley : Satan???? LUCIFER???? I'm sorry Miss but what in the world are you taking about???? This is Night Raven College, a school for mages in training. And you Young Miss, have been called by the Dark Mirror to take part as a student.
IK, blank faced : *remembering Solomon saying that there was a hidden school for training mages and sorcerers*
IK : *seeing how the housewardens looked absolutely traumatized and mentally unwell*
IK :
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(Here's the wiki for a more clear explanation : Link )
So,,, Twisted Wonderland takes place in a school dedicated to train mages and sorcerers, called Night Raven College. The entire school is split up into seven dormitories, each one based of a Disney villian. For example, Heartslaybul is based of the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland, Savanaclaw is based of Scar from the Lion King, so on and so forth. Each dorm has their own leaders, called either Housewardens or Dorm Leaders. Twst has both an English and a Japanese translation, the former for the english, and the latter for the japanese.
And as you can guess,, each dorm leader has âšTRAUMAâš,, (except for Kalim, the white haired boy) so as the story progresses, we learn about their traumas,,,, and we basically beat love into their brains,,, affectionately of course.
Considering that magic is also in Obey me,, I made NRC a secret institution,, just for mages and sorcerers. I don't know how to fit in Devildom and the brothers,, so we just pretend the lore isnt there.
As for how IK got into NRC without any magic? Well, hanging around the strongest demons in existence, the demon prince and his butler, two celestial angels and the most powerful sorcerer in the world, you're gonna get quite a bit or residual magic, especially having pacts with said powerful demons.
But IK has nothing to fear, because she has experience with seven emotionally constipated demon brothers who never spoke about anything for centuries on end. Also a baseball bat because of all the BS that happened in her transfer year at RAD. She has the hot chocolate and blankets ready, now all she needs is a notepad and paper because now shes playing the therapist role once again!
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All right thats all from my brain,,,, gn
i don't know enough about crowley to know if it'd be in-character, but i imagine that once ik gives him a summary of How Much drama and plot stuff she accidentally summons, he gives her the baseball bat like "magic bullshit happens to you too much for a magic item to be useful, take this instead"
it'd be funny if this happens some time after the exchange program, so when the demons finally find out what happened they're like "wtf that's OUR thing"
#answering asks#sunlightocean#jtta aus#twisted wonderland#idk anything about them but just looking at the list of characters.... ik's gonna have her work cut out for her#i imagine she takes it similarly to how she does being summoned to the devildom at first#just kind of goes 'i'll just go along with it... what's the worst that can happen'#the funniest thing about ik being such a force for character development is that she is entirely unaware of it#all she registers is 'goddammit why does so much stuff happen to me'#so while SHE wouldn't immediately register how much therapy the dudes around here need#they would feel her 'be at peace with yourself or IT WILL HAPPEN BY FORCE' aura#and are like '.........maybe i should talk to someone'
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Miami Hot Lap (CL)
Summary: You're forced to do a Miami Hot Lap with your boyfriend.
Warning(s): Just fluff.
A/N: Ahh I love this concept!! Requests are open for Charles and Lando.
Word Count: 800+
Masterlist
Being invited to an F1 race through a brand seemed like a fun idea at first. You would get to see your boyfriend for the first time in weeks, watch the race in your hometown, and somehow still be able to call it work. It was a win-win situation.
That was until they approached you with a video idea.
"So since you're working with one of our sponsored brands for the weekend, a Miami native, and dating a driver, we thought it was only fair to ask you to do the Miami hot lap video." The F1 content manager explained.
"Miami hot lap?" You questioned, unfamiliar with what they wanted you to do.
"Yeah y'know just go for a few laps on the track with a driver. For you, it would be Charles of course." She assured.
You shook your head rapidly, shrinking back, "No thank you. I don't drive with Charles."
"But he's your boyfriend? Surely you've driven with him before?"
You sighed, "Yeah in a city, where he's forced to follow the speed limit, I would never be able to handle going that fast. He's too scary without restrictions."
She furrowed her eyebrows, opening her mouth to respond before she was cut off.
"Spreading lies about me again?"
You felt your lips upturn in a smile as he came up behind you, fingers entwining with yours as he kissed your cheek.
You turned to face him, attempting to be firm, "I love you, but I'm not driving with you." You repeated.
One hour later you found yourself being strapped into the passenger seat of his car, cursing yourself for giving in after he convinced you it wouldn't be that bad.
The camera sat on the dashboard, recording the both of you.
"Go slow," You warned, as he got the green light to pull away.
"We'll get no views then." He argued.
You started at him in disbelief, "Would you rather have more views on a video or have a girlfriend in one piece?"
It was quiet for a beat too long and you put your hand up, "You know what don't answer that. I don't want to know."
"So how do you like driving with me so far?" He asked once you made it past the first lap.
You nodded, "Not bad, right now I feel like we're going to get food."
He smirked, "Well in that case go on and get comfortable."
You eyed him skeptically but you decided to trust him, "Okaaay," you dragged out the word as you slouched a bit more in the seat, letting your body relax against the seat, going as far as to admire the view outside the window.
The peace only lasted for a second before Charles was slamming on the pedal, sending the car lurching forward at record speeds.
While he got a shot of adrenaline, you felt your stomach somersault as your body jolted backward.
âCharles. Charles!!â Your voice filled with panic, fingers grabbing onto the side of the car for dear life, eyes wide as you refused to take your eyes off the rapidly passing road in front of you.
He laughed at your reaction, only stopping once he realized how serious you were. He dropped a hand down to squeeze yours, reassuring you, âRelax I wonât let anything happen to you.â
The supposedly sweet action had the opposite effect, âKeep both your hands on the wheel!â You shrieked, sending him into another fit of laughter.
You put a hand to your forehead in shock and disbelief, "We're going to die."
You felt hysterical, and his shit-eating grin only irked you further.
"We're not going to die. I promise." He swore, trying to calm you down.
You shoved his shoulder, "Your promises mean nothing to me anymore Charles. We're going to die and it's all your fault." you deadpanned.
âY/n amor Iâm barely pushing 90 mph.â He revealed.
Your body froze, before finally losing some tension, âOh."
You checked the meter seeing that he was telling the truth, "It feels a lot faster,â you argued, âEspecially with the sharp turns," you elaborated.
He agreed with you but not before side-eyeing you, "Right."
"So should we go faster?" He proposed.
"Charles," You warned.
"Why so formal?"
You glanced at each other for a second and already knew what would happen from the unfiltered excitement in his eyes, "Hold on amour."
You watched in horror as the meter rapidly rose hitting up to 130mph, you mouthed a "help me" to the camera.
âI think Iâm gonna throw up everywhere.â You groaned once the car had finally come to a halt.
Charles patted your head affectionately as you laid your head against your knees, âYouâll be ok.â
âNo. Iâm going to projectile vomit on this dashboard,â you warned, âIâm never driving with you again.â
He furrowed his eyebrows at your comment but didn't say anything, instead facing the camera.
"Well thanks for joining us today, if you want more videos like this-"
You lifted your head off your knees when you noticed he hadn't finished his sentence, finding him staring at you expectedly.
"Like and subscribe?" you questioned, voice hoarse.
"Exactly. See you guys later!" He waved bye to the camera and moved your head to lay on his lap so you could rest.
#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x reader#charles lecrelc#charles x reader#charles leclerc one shot#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc fluff#miami grand prix#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#formula one imagine#formula 1#formula one
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contents ౚৠâ k. bakugo x fem reader. fluff. cursing. food. minor unintentional violence. â bakugo hits on you. literally.
Youâre minding your business, book bag slung across your shoulder, and about to walk through the door to 2Aâs classroom when something smacks you in the face.
Not only unprompted, but hard.
âOw!â
It happens so quickly that you donât remember squeezing your eyes shut as you stumble backwards, both hands flying to clutch your forehead.
Opening your eyes, you swear you can already feel the spot starting to bruise. The previously closed door to the classroom stood ajar and as the cherry on top of the concussion you just received, someone roughly brushes past you.
Fucking asshole.
You whip around, head still throbbing, about to give whoever it is a peace of your mind and finally speak above an inside voice for the first time since a robot almost fell on you during entrance exams semesters ago, when your teary eyes are met with crimson red ones.
He turns his head to give you a once over and your body freezes as his eyes linger a little longer on the darkening mark where the door got you. Something similar to amusement tugs at his lips.
âPretty cute.â
You blink, dumbfounded as he casually turns on his heel to walk away.
What. The hell.
Did you literally just get hit on by Bakugo freaking Katsuki.
The identical dropped jaws of your classmates that were visible from inside the open doorway confirmed that what just happened was not in fact a post-traumatic induced hallucination, with Midoriya looking the most gobsmacked, his eyes almost comically bulging out of his skull, and upon glancing at Mina, who quickly gets over her initial shock to grin and shoot you a double thumbs up, she excitedly mouths âi told you so,â and youâre not sure whether to laugh or to cry.
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The next day, youâre sporting a fresh, new bandaid on your forehead. It was quite a fashion statement, if you do say so yourself.
It was also the last one at the nurseâs so you were pretty happy to nab it, apparently being the brand that everyone chose when they too got their respective boo-boos.
The latte Mina and the girls brought back from your favorite cafe sat on the wooden coffee table in the common area, still steaming. You refused to go out with a huge bruise marring your appearance, even with the bandaid covering the most of it, and you would take the fullest advantage of the injured person princess treatment while it lasted.
All while awkwardly avoiding a certain blond.
Now that youâre thinking about it, heâs honestly always been kind of nice to you, in his own weird way.
Like when you were forced to ask if you could borrow his eraser, because apparently no one else in the class carried one. Imagine saving Japan your first year of highschool and only writing in pen, even for calculus. Is this what the future generation has come to?
After breathlessly rushing the words out in a hushed voice and wondering if he heard you at all, Bakugo doesnât even turn around from where heâs resting his chin on his hand listening to Present Micâs enthusiastic lecture on subject-verb agreement, as he reaches an arm behind him to drop it on your desk.
Youâre not sure if you remembered to say âyourâ before âeraser,â so all he probably heard was âcan I borrow eraser?â and it still haunts you to this day.
Shaking the thoughts of him from your mind, you flip your history textbook open to page three hundred and ninety four, âA Comprehensive Timeline of Quirk Generations.â Youâre attempting to study for your next upcoming quiz in Midnightâs class.
Key word:Â attempting.
A delicious smell was starting to waft your way from the kitchen across the room, and now you were kind of hungry. You could feel your attention waning and shook your head, the image of your most recent report card filled with straight As sobering you up. Food could come later, right now you had to focus.
Just twenty more minutes of review, then I'll eat.
Bakugoâs placing the breakfast he easily finished whipping up on the counter. As he uses a spatula to gently coax the fluffy soufflĂ© pancakes out of the pan, he notices the familiar petals of your favorite flower decorating the ceramic heâs putting them on.
It was from a tableware set he picked out when everyone first moved into the dorms. Glasses had assigned everyone groceries among various other things to go shopping for in small groups, and he was paired up with Ponytail to go buy plates.
They were browsing the shelves of a local Daiso store filled with colorful, adorably decorated dishes and rice bowls, when he stopped in front of a price tag, eyes dragging up to study the item it belonged to. The details on it were intricate, and breathtakingly so.
It reminded him of how he felt whenever he looked at you.
Ponytail follows his gaze, and her own eyes brighten.
âOh, itâs decorated with the favorite flower ofâ!â
âI know.â He cuts her off, glaring at the floral box set of bowls and plates, before carefully putting it in their cart.
Momoâs eyes widen a bit, before a small, knowing smile spreads across her lips and Bakugo curses at her perceptiveness.
He almost wished he was paired up with that icy-hot bastard instead, who was so oblivious that if you dangled a confession letter in front of him he would have thought you wanted him to proofread it for you.
That was a while ago now, and everyoneâs been happily eating meals on the plates they bought ever since.
He tops off the pancakes with a handful of fresh berries and a drizzle of honey, and slides it next to a steaming plate of a kimchi omelette with a zigzag of sriracha sauce already on the counter.
From where he stands, he snorts at your bandaid, noticing the obnoxious amount of Hello Kittyâs plastered all around it. Out of all the bandaids from Recovery Girlâs collection that she kept in her office, of course you would pick the cutest fucking one.
It was undoubtedly something you would like, he thinks, begrudging in his fondness. It was so you.
âGet your ass over here.â
You jump in your spot on the couch at the loud volume of his voice, though it sounded a bit softer than usual. With a finger pointing to yourself, you raise your head in confusion. âMeâŠ.?â
Was this about yesterday? Oh my god, was he mad?
Youâre not sure why he would be, since heâs not the one that got bitch-slapped in the face by a giant door.
âI don't see anyone else I'd be talking to.â Bakugo scoffs.
He's right, to your increasing dread. The entire common area is completely empty, and you have no choice but to comply with his request.
Youâre still nervously fiddling with the edge of your hoodie sleeve, the usual comfort of its softness abandoning you as you approach the kitchen to find him standing at a seat near the counter, arms folded. It hasnât even been a minute in the same proximity as him and his presence is kind of overwhelming you already.
Youâre trying so hard not to stare at his biceps. And just him in general.
âSit.â he commands, the sound of the metal stool echoing against his hand as he pats it.
You obediently sit down, cursing your lack of a backbone. But his tone didnât sound like he was planning to take no for an answer, anyway.
âEat.â
He jabs a thumb at the plate of warm, sweet smelling cloud-like goodness in front of you. You stare at him, wide-eyed.
âThis is for me?â
âHuh. Youâre slower than I thought you were.â He rolls his eyes and starts to dig into his own plate of omelette in front of him, taking a seat on the stool across from you. It looked good too, as expected. âYouâre welcome or whatever.â
With his aggressive blessing and after throwing a quiet but extremely grateful âthank you for the mealâ his way, you start to eat.
Your face lights up in joy as the divine taste of spongy goodness and honey spreads across your tongue, and you silently praise his mom for giving birth to the next Gordon Ramsay.
He flicks your forehead as youâre mid-bite in pancake and you yelp in surprise, raising your head to glare at his handsome face. What now? And did he have to be as infuriating as he was good-looking?
That crimson gaze once again stares you down, barely contained amusement dancing in embers of the hot coals of his eyes, and your skin grows warm as you realize you said that last part out loud.
Youâre about to give into the urge to run away and take the plate of half-finished pancakes with you when he gruffly speaks up.
âYou canât retain information unless you have something in your stomach, idiot.â
You nod, mouth full, and make a mental note to study on an empty tummy away from him in the future. Itâs like he reads your mind because you wince as he scowls, flicking your head again, although a little more gently this time.
Taking care to do it in a spot away from the bandaid covering the injury that he caused, your brain points out.
The both of you continue to eat in comfortable silence.
After a while, your plates are nearly clean.
You smile a little, realizing that you were eating on your favorite plate in the dormâs kitchen the whole time, and admire the petals of your beloved flowers delicately painted in the center and outer edges of the stark white dish, with the pancakes no longer covering them.
Bakugo notices this, as you softly begin to trace the rim with your finger, and fights the twitch of his lips that threatened to curl upwards.
Heâs also noticed those little glances you think youâve been discreetly throwing his way between the bites of pancake, which you nearly inhaled to his pride.
You could almost be as quiet as that rock-faced animal whisperer of a classmate you both had, but youâve always sucked at being subtle.
Good thing he hates subtle things.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â He asks as you start to slide off the tall stool, a hint of smirk in his voice. It was cute, how you think you could run away from him so easily. You stop in your tracks, blinking at him as he rises from his own seat.
Strong, toned arms that you totally havenât been staring at for the past half hour are slowly placed on both sides of you, caging you against the counter. An embarrassing noise escapes from your lips, and the cold granite bites into your back as you lean away, doing anything to avoid his gaze.
âLook at me.â
He rolls his eyes as you continue to look to the side, suddenly finding the chibi magnets of various high ranking heroes on the fridge to be very interesting.
âI said,â he grabs your chin in his hand, which was so big compared to your face that he could squish your cheeks between his ring finger and thumb, âlook at me.
You huff, now forcefully held in place to face him against your will. âIâm looking.â
âGood.â
He leans down and his lips graze your ear, seeming to take great pleasure in only further adding to your embarrassment when he mutters:
âAnd donât stand so fucking close to the door next time.â
not bakugo pulling the classic asian parent move and giving u food instead of a proper apology LOLL
#crosses fingers I TRIED TO MAKE HIM AS CANON AS POSSIBLE#bro would tweak if ur grades dropped bc u didnât eat 3 meals a day LIKE HOWS HE SUPPOSED TO COMPETE W U ON THE CLASS RANKINGS NOW#i think heâd def be softer with someone he crushes on but still kinda strict slash stern ykwim#tough love babey#bakugou x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#mha x reader#bakugo oneshot#bnha x reader#mha oneshot#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo fluff
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The Rats Pt. 4
Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader
Summary: Aegon attempts to make peace with Rhaenyra after being forced to usurp her throne. Lucerysâ death complicates things.
18+ ONLY, MDNI. Targcest, smut, child birth, angst, violence. S2 SPOILERS
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
âWhat is the meaning of this?â Rhaenyra cannot imagine what might cause such commotion in the middle of the night.
âThe dragon keepers have just calmed Sunfyre, whoâs been having a fit for the better part of three hours.â Daemon informs her.
âWhy is this news?â Rhaenyra wonders, âyou needed only to wake Prince Aegon so that he might calm his own dragon.â
âThat was my intention, your grace.â Daemon assures her, âuntil it was brought to my attention that Stormborn had been taken from the pit.â
âWhere is she now?â
âHer graceâs dragon has since been returned to the pit.â
âWhere is my daughter now?â Rhaenyra asks.
The room falls silent, everyone glancing toward one another.
âWe believe the princess to be abed.â
âNot one of you thought to make certain?â The Queen all but shouts, panic coursing through her.
âWe thought it best not to disturb the princess while she is abed, your grace.â Not without permission from the queen herselfâŠcertainly not after the last time.
Prince Aegon was in quite a state, threatening to castrate any member of the royal guard who happened upon his beloved wife in the throes of passion.
âNever you mind, I will see to her myself.â The Queen stalks down to her daughterâs room, pounding at the door.
It is Aegon who answers, âRhaenyra?â
âI need to see her.â
Aegon hesitates, looking to his wife, who nods her approval. âSheâs just there.â He takes a step back, allowing his half sister entry.
Y/N sits upon her bed in a pristine blush sleeping gown, hair still damp from the bath. âMother.â
âTell me the truth of it.â Rhaenyra approaches, hovering over her bedside. âWhere were you this night?â
âWith Aegon.â
Rhaenyra steals herself, âwhere were you whilst Sunfyre was howling in the pit? I know you took Stormborn, I have it on good authority. Tell me now, Y/N, where did you go?â
âTo Harrenhal.â
Rhaenyra blanches, clutching her chest. âWhy?â She sobs, âwhy would you do such a thing, knowing the risk?â
âMother, I-â
âI have lost two of my children, I will not survive the loss of a third.â
âI have not done this to harm you, mother. But I am tired of being in pain. Youâve no idea how it feels to be tugged at by opposing sides, until you are torn down the middle.â
âSweet girl,â Rhaenyra sighs.
âI understand why you needed Aegon and I to marry. I do not fault you for it, but times are different now. I love him, mother. Not for the crown, or the realm, or even peace. He is one half of me.â
âI wish youâd come to me, instead of facing all these troubles alone. I will always be your mother, no matter if you are a woman grown, you will not outgrow my love for you so long as I live.â
Y/N nods. âI love you dearly, mother. I want only to make you proud.â
âI am proud.â Rhaenyra assures her, âyou neednât prove yourself to me.â
âThen might I ask you to set a place for my husband at your table? Say it is not too late.â
âAnd what of Aemond?â Rhaenyra asks, mulling it over.
âHe is gone.â
âAre you hurt?â
âYes.â Y/N whispers.
âShow me.â
Y/N lifts her nightgown to reveal the charred skin of her wound.
âAlright,â Rhaenyra lowers the material once sheâs gotten a good look. She kisses the top of her daughterâs head, âwe will have the maester come with salve to dress it.â
Y/N nods.
âHave you taken anything for the pain?â
âMilk of the poppy.â
Rhaenyraâs hand is trembling as it passes over her daughterâs hair a second time. âAegon, might you bring the maester?â
âOf course,â he nods. Stealing himself before wandering down the hall and away from his beloved wife. Returning with the maester, who begins tending the wound immediately.
âIs there anything else I might get you?â Rhaenyra asks, keeping hold of her daughterâs hand.
Y/N is mostly joking when she murmurs to her mother, âcake?â
Rhaenyra smiles, âI will see to it.â
Y/N relaxes as best she can to the poking and prodding.
âAegon,â Rhaenyra nods toward the hall, âa word?â
âOf course,â Aegon follows her out.
âI owe you a debt, for taking care of my daughter. Y/N is the world to me, as she is to you.â Rhaenyra says. âKnow that as I walk this path to reclaim the throne, we do so hand in hand. We are one house, as our father so willed it.â
Aegon nods, âthank you.â
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Years ago, after the council meeting where Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent agreed to the terms of their childrenâs betrothal; King Viserys himself called for Prince Aegon and Princess Y/N in his quarters.
It is put plainly before them, what is expected. What this union is meant to do; ease the strain between their two families.
âStand together.â The king insists.
Y/N and Aegon inch toward each other.
âThis will be expected of you from now on. You are betrothed, you will act as such.â
âYes, father.â
âYes, grandsire.â
At dinners they sit together, during shared lessons, anytime they are in the same room.
Stand together.
The princess continues her training alongside Helaena while her brothers and her betrothed argue regularly. The boys only find common ground when teasing Aemond for not having a dragon.
Queen Alicent appreciates these childish games least of all and raises her concerns with the King.
It is Y/N, having the least to do with any of it, who is summoned by her grandsire and his wife.
âCome sit, darling girl.â Viserys smiles, guiding Y/N over to his model of Old Valyria.
She nods, âthank you, your grace.â
âHow are you enjoying your studies?â
âVery well,â Y/N tells him.
âI am glad to hear it. Even the septa has nothing but good things to say. You will make a fine queen, my girl.â
Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. âIt pleases me to hear you say this, Grandsire. I wish only to make you proud.â
Viserys takes her hand, âsurely you understand that you are a reflection of your mother and myself, in your actions and your words.â
âYes, of course.â Y/N squeezes his fingers.
âThe time has come for you to consider those whose actions reflect on you.â
âI do not understand.â
âHe is referring to your brothers, who wreak havoc on the whole of us.â Alicent chimes in.
âOh, Alicent.â Viserys waves her away, âthey are boys yet. I meant our Aegon.â
âAegon?â Alicent scoffs, âthose are the actions that trouble you?â
âHe will soon be a man grown and future king consort. If he is to marry my granddaughter, he must act with dignity and grace.â
âDo you not see the true issue, your grace?â Alicent demands.
âYou asked me to speak with Rhaenyraâs children,â Viserys reminds her, âis this not Rhaenyraâs child?â
Alicent locks eyes with Y/N, she is so young, so eager to please her family. âThis child is not the issue.â
âYou are correct, dear wife.â The king grins, âshe is the solution. Y/N, you will go to Aegon, say what you must to light a fire beneath him. So that he too might behave in a manor befitting his station. Do you understand?â
âYes, your grace.â
âGood,â Viserys releases her, âgo now.â
Y/N stands, making her way to the door.
âSee how easy that was?â Viserys turns to his wife, now standing with her back to him.
Y/N has some trouble locating the Prince, eventually she happens upon him on the stairs. âPrince Aegon,â she calls his attention.
The boy rolls his eyes at her. âYes, my betrothed.â
âMight you walk with me to the gardens?â
âDo I have any choice?â
Y/N smirks, with a shake of her head. âNo.â
âBy all means, lead the way.â Aegon waves a hand, following her like an animal on a chain.
âThe king and I had a rather illuminating conversation earlier.â
âAnd what did you discuss? How elated he is to seat you, a bastard, on the iron throne over me, his first born son?â Aegon cocks his head to the side.
âNo, though I am sure he will be âelatedâ to hear that his first born son called me a bastard, in the middle of the garden, for everyone to hear.â
Aegon clears his throat, âI would not say it in front of anyone.â
"This place is crawling with vermin, their eyes and ears are upon us at all times."
"You mean to tell me we have rats?"
"Not everything can be taken so literally, my prince."
Aegon stares through her, every word going over his pretty blonde head.
"Look, there's your father now." Y/N points, "watching us from his balcony."
Aegon whips around, spotting the king.
"Smile and wave, let him believe we are having a grand time."
Aegon does as he's told, earning a nod from Viserys. "Are we not?"
True to his word, Aegon does not call her a bastard again, to her face or behind her back. When Aemondâs eye is lost, the truth of it comes out.
Y/N and Aegon begin moving closer, behind Aemondâs chair. Stand together. Perpetually closing the space between their two houses.
When Alicent scolds Aegon for not protecting his brother, Y/N is near enough to receive a second hand lashing by her tongue. And when his motherâs palm meets his cheek, in a stinging slap, his hair brushes Y/Nâs skin.
âWhat was that for?â
âThat was nothing compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool.â
âThe legitimacy of my childrenâs births were called loudly to question.â Rhaenyra informs the king. âVile insults were levied against them.â
âWhat insults?â Viserys sneers.
âHe called us bastards.â Jacaerys says.
âWhere did you hear such things, boy?â The king demands of the injured prince.
Aemond is quiet then, not willing to tell the truth. He first heard it from his mother, long before his brother. But Aegon has said it, many a time, before he abruptly stopped. âIt was Aegon.â
Viserys rounds the chair, to confront his eldest son, with his eyes cast downward.
By the gods, let this humiliation end swiftly.
âAegon!â
Stand together.
Y/N must not abandon her post.
âYes, father.â
âIs this true?â
âIt is.â Aegon admits, âand I am sorry for it. I am the elder, I should not have poisoned Aemondâs mind with such hatred. Especially asâŠthese allegations are untrue. It was my mistake, forgive me.â
King Viserys takes a step back, âthe next tongue to question the parentage of Princess Rhaenyraâs children will be removed.â
Y/N lets out a shuttering breath, catching her grandsireâs attention.
He offers her a reassuring smile, after threatening to cut out his childrenâs tongues. It feels wrong to be treated so differently, standing inches apart.
When the preceding is at an end, and Rhaenyraâs blood has been split, Y/N goes to find Aegon. He is tucked in against the grand archway, drowning in cups. "I brought you more wine."
Aegon eyes her warily, accepting the glass, âand what do you want?"
"May I sit with you?"
"If you wish."
Y/N takes a seat on the cool, stone floor beside him. "Thank you, for saying what you did.â
"My mother did not appreciate it."
Y/N hesitates, "I know it is not my place, but I do not like when she strikes you. Perhaps I could discuss it with your father?â
"My father? Who loves me least of all his children?" Aegon shakes his head. "A lot of good that would do.â
"They should not treat you that way."
âYou care for me," he realizes. The thought alone makes his stomach turn.
"Should I not?â
"I would not know how to care for you in return."
"You defended me, in front of both our families.â Y/N challenges. âIf that is not caring for me, I don't know what is."
Aegon feels the weight of her head resting against his shoulder, and he does not pull away.
"I am sorry for what happened to Aemond. I hope he finds peace and swift healing."
"If it were either of your brothers whoâd been maimed, my father would pluck out Aemondâs eye himself and present it to Rhaenyra on a platter. There is no peace in that.â
Aegon becomes fiercely protective of his brother after that.
Y/N does not fault him for it.
The debacle of Driftmark sets their nuptials back several years. The blacks and greens remain in negotiation until Aegon is twenty and one and Y/N is ten and eight. At which point, Viserys proclaims they must either marry before the moon turns, or end the engagement to free both their hands for marriage.
Reluctantly, they are bound before the eyes of thousands.
Stand together.
They recite traditional Valyrian vows, sealing their covenant in blood. Sharing a dance or two before being whisked away to consummate said marriage, as other members of the wedding party drink merrily in the grand hall.
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âAre they gone?â Y/N asks, toying anxiously with her wedding ring.
âThey have strict orders,â Aegon sighs, âthe appointed members of council cannot leave until theyâve heard a proper consummation.â He climbs into bed with her, both fully dressed in their marriage attire.
âWe best get to it then.â Y/N begins plucking pins from her hair. The tapestry of braids falling free.
âUnless youâd rather have a bit of fun.â
âHow do you mean?â
Aegon grins, âwe could pretend.â
âReally?â
âThis marriage is ours, no one elseâs. When I bed you that will be ours and no one elseâs.â
Stand together.
âHow would we-â
Aegon rises up on his knees, gripping the headboard. âI will do the heavy lifting. Just lie back and think of the crown.â
Y/N covers her face with both hands as he begins thrusting at the air. The springs beneath them groan and crackle.
Aegon peeks down at her to find a smile painted across her lips, despite her shielded eyes. âLet them hear you, sweetheart. Make it believable.â
Y/N nods, releasing a sound she imagines a person might make while exchanging intimacies.
âNot like that.â Aegon chuckles, âtheyâll think Iâm murdering you.â
âI do not know how.â
âHave you never touched yourself?â He breathes.
âNever.â
Gods, heâs going to enjoy her. âThatâs alright,â he continues his movements to jostle the mattress. âJust do as I do.â Aegon lets his mouth fall open, releasing a low moan.
The sound that escapes Y/N in return is not entirely forced. It makes her belly burn with desire.
They continue on like this for a while before Aegon murmurs, âbig finish.â
âSo quickly?â Y/Nâs brow furrows.
Aegonâs eyes flicker about her, âI canât imagine it will take long.â
As the grand finale comes to a close, Aegon makes for his dagger. Slicing his finger at the tip and allowing blood to pool before dragging the crimson stain across the bed sheet. He strips it from the bed, walking it to the door. âDeliver this to her majesty the Queen. I know she is impatiently waiting.â
Y/N begins pacing, beside the bed.
âThey are gone. We are alone.â
She nods, âthank you, Aegon. For all of it.â
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When Aegon does eventually bed her, it is well worth the wait.
âBy the gods, that is not going to fit inside me.â
Aegon huffs a laugh, âI promise it will, darling girl. We must prepare you first.â
âHow,â Y/N squeals.
He hushes her, lying open mouthed kisses across her collarbones.
âWill it hurt?â
âNot if I can help it.â He plans to burying his face between her thighs and bring her to the heavens. But the sweet little thing wants only to be held, kissed. Aegon lies beside her, one hand stroking her dark hair, the other moving down to her breasts, kneading them gently.
âYou are beautiful,â he breathes.
âAs are you.â She pants, moving her lips against his.
Aegon chuckles, âflattery will get you places.â He rolls her nipple between his fingers, flicking over it with the pad of his thumb.
Her hips rise of their own accord, grinding herself against his entwined leg.
âSlowly, my darling.â
Y/N nods, kissing him again to distract herself from the building ache between her legs.
Feather light caresses trail down to her sex, collecting a bit of wetness and slipping a finger into her heat. Pumping slowly, getting her used to the sensation.
âThat feels nice.â She breathes, tugging at his hair.
Aegon smiles, âcan you take another?â
âYes.â
Aegon adds a second digit, working her open, pushing a bit deeper to her sweet spot. His fingers curl against it, relishing her little gasps. The princess is close now.
âAhh,â she grasps his forearm.
âI know, sweetheart, I know.â
âI-â
âDonât cry.â By the seven, she is gripping his fingers like a vise.
âI cannot help it.â Her thighs tremble in earnest now.
âThat is your peak, darling girl. Youâre alright, I promise.â He continues stroking, pressing the base of his hand flush with her swollen pearl, applying gentle pressure until she finds bliss. He pets at her hair as she cries out. âGood girl,â he coos, working her through the crest and bringing her back down.
âThat was heavenly,â she sighs, steadying her breathing.
You are heavenly.
âMight we do it again?â
Aegon chuckles, âas many times as youâd like.â
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In the early days of their marriage, Aegon realizes that his wife has a nasty habit of bedding him and waiting until he finds sleep to sneak off. Holding after hours council with her mother.
The practice itself does not upset him, but this night, her absence is especially troubling, as they have been drinking since dinner. His sweet wife is not well versed in wine drinking. She laughed so hard she cried and then rode him to kingdom come.
Aegon tosses back the covers, pulling on his clothes and moving quickly through the halls of the keep. He rounds the nearest corridor, colliding with his wife, running at full speed. âSweetheart?â
âI was looking for you,â Y/N smiles.
âWhere have you been?â
âWell, I could not find sleep so I went to the maester to ask for a draft.â
âThen youâve been to the maester?â Aegon holds her at arms length, searching for any sign of harm.
âI was on my way to the maester when I happened across one of the groundskeeperâs wives and we got to talking.â Y/N admits, with a hiccuping laugh.
âWhat could you possibly be talking about for over an hour?â
âJust about everything, she is a lovely woman.â Y/N tells him.
Aegon nods, with a patient smile.
âI might have stayed longer, but it came up in conversationâŠall the ways a woman might please her husband. And I could not wait to tell you.ïżœïżœïżœ
âSeven hells,â Aegon groans.
âThe smallfolk share things in the marriage bed Iâve never even heard of.â Y/N muses. âShe told me that, on occasion, she puts his cock between her breasts and he-â
âWho is this woman, my darling? Did you get a name?â
âI do not remember her name. Iâve been drinking.â
âIâm well aware,â Aegonâs face softens. âNext time you cannot find sleep, wake me instead.â
Y/N nods.
âIn return, I will teach you all the things a husband and wife might do together. I will even demonstrate, should you find it necessary.â
âOh, could you?â Y/N grabs for his hands, in excitement.
Aegon sighs, âyou will be the death of me.â
She leaves him little notes each time after, when she must go to attend her family.
âMy dearest Aegon, I will return soon. I could not stand to wake you from such a peaceful slumber. Worry not, I will always return to you.â
And she does, after council meetings and late nights with her mother. She always returns.
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After a particularly long week, Aegon avoids Y/N purposely. Attempting to clear the room when he finds her there.
âHave I done something?â Y/N stops him.
Aegon shakes his head, âit has been a long day. I do not wish to burden you.â
âWhen you are upset you may come to me.â
Aegon fights the urge to pull away, to ignore her until she leaves.
âI will hold you.â It isnât much, but it is all she knows. The way her mother comforts her.
Aegon says nothing, sitting down to bury his head in his hands.
Y/N sighs, winding her arms around his shoulders, feeling them begin to shake.
He reaches for her slowly, as if such comfort might burn him, or she would simply bat his hand away. She doesnât of course, she allows him to bring her closer, now seated in his lap.
The princess says not a word as her husband works himself free of his breeches. Taking her small clothes and skirt aside.
âIt helps,â he tells her. âYou help.â
He goes to her then, when the day is long. When there is news to share, on occasion, just to say hello. He goes to her because he can.
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During dinners at the Red Keep they whisper secrets and share hushed laughter. When he grows tired of that, Aegonâs fingers toy with her pretty little cunt beneath the table, to watch her squirm.
âI love you.â He confesses, meeting her gaze as she turns to him at the height of her pleasure.
Y/N bites down on the inside of her cheek, holding perfectly still as Aegon works her through her peak. Withdrawing his fingers and wiping them clean on the fabric of her skirts. âI love you.â
No one is the wiser. Save for Otto, who knows all; or rather likes to believe he does.
Gone is any hope that the blacks or greens might use their influence to sway the tides from one side to another. Y/N and Aegon belong to each other now, a danger in its own right.
News of the princessâs pregnancy sparks a joyous celebration throughout the realm, only to be outshone by news of the birth. Two perfect little girls. Twins, named Dahlia and Visera, respectively.
âThey are perfect, my dearest love.â Aegon marvels when they are placed in his arms.
Y/N nods.
âAre you well?â He asks, swaying from side to side.
Whether from weariness or the question itself, Y/N bursts in to tears.
Aegon carefully gives his daughters over to the maids. Climbing onto the freshly dressed bed with Y/N to hold her, stroking dark locks. âShh, itâs alright.â
âIt was awful,â Y/N sobs, clutching at him.
âTell me what happened.â
âEveryone was barking commands at me, trying to rush the babe out, even worse with the second and my mother was the one person speaking against it.â
âOh, my darling girl.â He sighs.
âI was tired and frightenedâŠand the pain is unimaginable. I do not wish to do it again.â
Aegon sways her gently, âI am so terribly sorry.â
âYou are the only person I wanted and I could not h-have you.â
âWe will deliver the next just the two of us, if it pleases you.â Aegon promises.
âYour mother will never allow that.â
âShe will not know.â Aegon kisses her cheek.
Y/N pulls back just enough to see him. âIf youâre certain.â
âI am. Calm yourself now, my only love. This is a day of happiness.â Aegon dries her tears, âI should like to soak up every moment here, with the three of you.â
Y/N nods, âI would like that very much.â
At the princeâs request, Visera and Dahlia are returned to them.
Aegon takes his second born, tracing the soft lines of her little face, committing them to memory. âPapa loves you.â
Y/N grins at the sight, her own finger clutched in her eldest daughterâs fist.
It comes as a shock to only Alicent when Dahlia Targaryen is named their heir; with her claim upheld by Viserys himself. Aegon does not need a son, his daughters are his legacy.
They attend small council meetings as they grow, with Dahlia seated on her grandsireâs lap.
âMama,â Visera pounds at the table, drawing attention from the other seats.
âWhat is it, my darling girl?â Y/N hushes her, hoping to hear their current positions on livestock.
The little girl reaches for the ball again. âPlease?â
âWhat is it she wants?â Aegon asks, from beside his wife, pecking kisses to his daughterâs outstretched hand.
âThe ball.â Y/N whispers.
âAhh,â Aegon smiles, taking his ball in hand and turning it over to Visera. âThere we are.â
âYouâll spoil her rotten.â
âJust like her mother, hmm?â Aegon jests, âthat is the goal.â
Y/N bites back a grin, passing a hand over her daughterâs light hair.
Their daughters celebrate their third name day before the princess is expecting again.
âThere seems to be only one of you in there, I fear.â Aegon whispers to the child in Y/Nâs belly, pressing kisses to her skin.
âYou fear?â His wife smiles.
âYou see, three is an odd number, this child will need a companion.â The prince reasons.
Y/N doesnât argue, listening to Aegon speak with their unborn babe until she falls asleep.
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Y/Nâs term is nearly complete when Aegon finds his wife, holding their wailing daughters in her arms. One on each side of her belly.
âWhatâs happened?â Aegon asks.
Y/N looks to him, âthe girls were playing and Visera closed the door on Dahliaâs finger by mistake. Now they are both inconsolable.â
Aegon reaches for his eldest daughter, âlet Papa see, which finger is hurt.â
âMy little finger,â Dahlia cries, presenting the red, angry digit.
âThat does look terrible painful, my dearest love.â Aegon says, after carefully examination.
âI must have the maester.â
âNow, now, sweetheart.â Aegon presses feather light kisses to her hand. âWe need a cold compress is all.â
The maids rush out to fulfill his request.
Dahlia rests her head against her fatherâs shoulder as she waits, sniffling while he rubs circles into her back.
âSee there, darling girl? Your sister is alright.â Y/N gentles Visera, who is feeling incredibly guilty.
âI did not mean to.â
âOf course not, my love.â Aegon says, âtwas only an accident.â
The rest of their day is spent playing dolls and Aegon giving pony rides. Which, while ridiculous, does serve as a form of entertainment for Y/N who sits aside to watch.
She may give birth any day now and she feels every bit uncomfortable, still she welcomes Dahlia into her lap as she waits for her turn on Aegon, the noble steed.
âTrot,â Visera orders, with a smile across her face.
âTrot?â Aegon laughs, âshall I do tricks for you as well, your grace?â
Y/N shakes her head, locking eyes with her husband; she mouths a single word, âspoiled.â She kneads the ache in her lower back with her free hand. Ignoring it through supper and long after Dahlia and Visera are asleep.
Aegon notices the way she keeps clutching at it. âPerhaps a warm bath might help.â
âThat would be nice,â she croaks out.
âMight it be your labors, darling girl?â
âIt is all in my back,â she does not recall hardly any pain in her back, whilst laboring with the twins. âI must have pulled it.â
âThe girls are getting bigger, perhaps itâs best if you do not lift them, in this condition.â Aegon kisses her cheek, dashing off to find a maid.
Y/N inhales, closing her eyes to the dull throbbing ache. Even the tub does not help, she climbs back into bed, hoping to sleep it off, but the pain only intensifies.
âThis must be more than a muscle.â Aegon whispers, lying behind her. Continuing to knead her hips at her request.
âIt is my labors.â My chokes out.
âYouâre certain?â
Y/N nods, âmy waters just broke.â
Aegon presses a kiss to her shoulder. âIs there anything I might do for you?â
She shakes her head. âWalking will help the babe come down, I must stand.â
Aegon springs from the bed, helping her upright.
âFuck.â She hisses, beginning to pace their rooms.
Aegon follows, unsure what else to do.
She reaches out for him after a while, when the pain is so great all she wants is an ounce of comfort.
âIâm here.â Aegon murmurs, wrapping her in his arms as she sways gently from side to side.
Y/N clings to her husband, breathing him in. Focusing her attention on the sweetness of his words, to distract herself from her labors. âIâll need to push soon.â
âOf course,â Aegonâs done his best to prepare himself. Studying whatever books he could manage, without drawing attention from prying eyes. Highborn ladies do not have children delivered by their husbands.
Queen Alicent will be livid when she finds out, but it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
Y/N climbs atop the bed, remaining modestly covered.
âThereâs no reason to be nervous, my darling. Iâve seen your cunt a hundred times.â Aegon flips her nightgown up, positioning her legs apart, bent at the knee. âThere we are.â
âThis is different, surely.â Y/N bares down as her belly contracts.
âYes and no,â he pats her thigh.
She keeps a firm grip on his hand, crying out despite her best efforts.
âAlright, thatâs alright.â Aegon scrambles for something to muffle it. âMight this work?â His belt.
âYes.â Y/N takes it from him, stuffing the leather strap into her mouth. She is not entirely silent, little whimpers escape, though not enough to alert the guards.
Aegon is patient, kind, whispering words of encouragement. He never rushes her, brushing his hands across her skin. âThere you go, my dearest love.â He can see the childâs head now.
Her eyes water, gritting her teeth so tightly they ache.
âBreathe.â
Y/N draws in a breath through her nose, releasing it in a strangled manner, akin to a dying animal.
âGood girl,â Aegon is prepared to catch the infant.
The princessâs head falls back as the child emerges, connected to her by only the afterbirth.
âSlippery little fellow, arenât you?â Aegon coos, holding his son in his arms.
The infant begins to wail.
âA boy?â Y/N pants, tossing the belt away to catch her breath.
âYes, my darling girl.â Aegon grins, âhow are you?â
There is still pain, there will always be pain, but it is largely outweighed by the image of Aegon holding their son. She bursts into tears, âI am well.â
âOh dear,â he frowns, carefully maneuvering his newborn son. He lies the infant against her chest, leaning down to comfort her as best he can. âWas it not what you wanted?â
âIt was better, my love.â Y/N assures him, counting their babeâs tiny fingers. âI am overjoyed.â
âOverjoyed,â Aegon huffs, clunking his forehead against hers. âOf course that is why youâre crying.â
The maesters come after a while, to be sure that Y/N and the babe are well. After receiving the all clear, they are finally able to rest. Waking early in the morn to present the newest member of their family.
Y/N is tired and sore, even now, lying abed doesnât suit her. She sits upon a cushion, in a loose fitting gown, tracing the slope of her new babeâs nose. âAre you nearly ready, my love?â
âNearly,â Aegon remarks. While fastening his breeches he discovers the shapes notched into his belt. He lets out a laugh.
âWhat is it?â Y/N smiles.
âLook,â he rounds the stool, jutting out his hips.
âYour cock?â The princess arches a brow. âI have seen it.â
âHere, darling girl.â He grins, tracing the outline of her indentations. âFrom your teeth.â
Her cheeks heat up, âyou must take it off.â
âTake it off?â Aegon frowns, âthis is a badge of honor. I will wear it day in and day out.â
âYou are insufferable,â Y/N sighs.
Aegon pecks a kiss to her parted lips, silencing any protest and setting off to gather the rest of their children.
Y/N dearly misses her mother and brothers in Dragonstone.
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In the months after Laenorâs birth Y/N begins searching for a teacher willing to help her learn a skill most princesses never acquire. Leading her to seekout a man she never has before.
âI want to train by the sword.â
Aemond pauses his sparring practice. âSurely I misunderstand you, dear niece.â
âYou are the best, I require a tutor.â Y/N puts it plainly.
âI must be, if you are asking me, of all people.â
âI will admit, you were not my first choice. But Aegon refuses to so much as raise a sword against me and my brothers never cared for knocking me down; where as you will have no qualms about it.â
Aemond smirks, âthis is true.â
âI also thought it might be a way for you and I to come togetherâŠas family.â
Aemond squares his shoulders, âvery well then. Take up your sword.â
The two of them have something in common at long last, until Princess Y/N falls pregnant again, some months later.
Viserysâ condition continues to deteriorate, it is unclear if he will survive to see Y/N and Aegonâs fourth child. As luck would have it, he is lucid when the Prince and Princess present their second son, Prince Aegon, fourth of his name.
âWell done, my girl.â The king manages.
Y/N smiles, âAegon helped.â
âI should expect so,â Viserys laughs.
âI meant only that he too deserves a job well done.â
Viserys looks to her, as if seeing her for the first time. Then turning to his son he whispers, âwell done, my boy.â
Aegon is taken aback, âthank you, father.â
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News of Lord Corlys Velaryonâs injury in the Step Stones brings forth Vaemond Velaryonâs petition to be named his brotherâs successor over Lucerys.
This business, however unpleasant, brings Rhaenyra and her children back to Kingâs Landing.
âWe were planning to visit in a few months time, after the babe was born.â Rhaenyra tells her daughter. âBut it is always a joy to see you, darling girl.â
Y/N hugs her mother, tightly, âIâve missed you.â
Rhaenyra strokes a hand over her daughterâs hair. âI have missed you terribly.â
King Viserys musters his last bit of strength to affirm his position for Lucerys and make known that his daughter, Rhaenyra, will always be the true heir to the throne.
They break bread, the blacks and greens together, once the petition is settled. Getting along for a time, until the king is taken back to his chambers to rest. A fight breaks out between Jace, Luce and Aemond, causing Rhaenyraâs untimely departure. She intends to return alone, on dragon back, after the children are settled at home.
Y/N finds sleep that night with a renewed sense of peace, waking to anything but.
Aegon is in an odd state of dress, as if heâs thrown clothes on in the dark. Pacing at the foot of their bed; muttering to himself.
âAegon?â The princess rubs at her eyes, hoping to make sense of it.
âMy father is dead.â
Y/N sucks in a breath.
âMy mother and grandsire are gathering the smallfolk for my coronation, in the dragon pit.â
âWhy? Alicent herself said that my mother would make a fine Queen only hours ago.â
âIn the end it was my name Viserys spoke,â Aegon whispers. âTo my mother, on his deathbed.â
Oh no, gods no. Viserys wouldnât. âWhat exactly did he say?â
âIt matters not, my dearest love. I intend to uphold your motherâs claim.â
âHow?â By taking her throne?
âI know you do not trust my family, as well you shouldnât. You know my heart, you know what I want. They are rushing into this because they know it is wrong. I have pleaded with them, to no avail.â Aegon says. âIf it is a performance they demand, so that we might seize the crown to later unfuck this line of succession, it is a performance they will have.â
Y/N nods, pressing a hand to her chest, in a desperate attempt to settle her breathing.
âWeâre going to wash you up and dress you in the finest gown the realm has ever seen. Then you are going to stand at my side as they bend the knee, to try it on for size. Think of it as preparation for the day you are crowned our true queen, after your mother has ruled for a great many years.â
Again she nods.
âAre you calm enough now or do you still need me?â Aegon asks, stroking his thumb over her cheek.
âI need you.â
Stand together.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
In nearly two days time the realm is divided, half of them devoted to Rhaenyraâs claim, the other half to Aegonâs. After Aegon is crowned, Otto Hightower continues to play his hand.
âWhat are we to do?â Y/N wonders.
âMy mother sent Aemond to Stormâs End. Lord Baratheon was easily swayed by the promise of Daeronâs hand for one of his daughters.â
âThat is good, is it not? An ally of ours is an ally of my motherâs, in time.â
âThere is more,â Aegon admits, wringing his hands.
Y/N laces their fingers together instead, âspeak it.â
âI wish so badly that I did not have to tell you.â
âPlease, Aegon.â She insists.
âThere was an incident.â
Y/N nods, urging him to continue.
âBetween AemondâŠand your brother Lucerys.â
âWhat?â Her eyes brim with tears, as though her heart already knows.
âLucerys was there, delivering a message from your mother. Aemond followed him, on dragon back. I do not think Aemond meant to truly harm him.â Aegon watches the lone drop of moisture cascade over her cheek. âLucerys is dead.â
The princessâs knees buckle and she falls, with pain in her chest is so great, her lungs cannot expand.
Aegon gentles her to the floor, into his lap as she sobs so violently it shakes the pair of them. There is nothing he can say, and so he holds her, until she has no tears left.
The next weeks drag on quite the same, they pretend for their children, but Y/N struggles.
She sits the small council meeting, listening to news of Rhaenyraâs blockade and its effect on the kingdom.
The doors push open, revealing Aemond.
Y/N nearly churns. Balling her hands so tightly into fists the nails break skin.
âThe key to victory is through the Riverlands.â Aemond narrates, âwe need to establish a toehold there, at Harrenhal.â
Y/N pushes away from the table, trembling with the force of her rage.
Aegon reaches for her, feeling his heart sink as she backs away, with both arms wrapped around herself. Trapped beneath the watchful eyes of the council. âMy darling, I did not invite him here.â
âTis true,â Aemond confirms, âI am here of my own volition.â
There is that, at least.
âDo you have something to say, my queen?â
Y/Nâs back remains to Aemond, and the strategy board, âPrince Aemond is a traitor and a murderer, who deserves to swing in the streets for what he has done. Instead he attends meetings of the small council. It is clear I hold little value to any member of this court. I will not sit here and listen to this depravity.â
âY/N.â Aegon rises from his seat, shifting between feet, anxiously.
âI am through, my king.â
Aegon recoils as if sheâs slapped him.
âUnless you are commanding me to stay,â she replies, with venom in her voice.
âOf course not, my dearest love.â
Y/N exits the double doors, moving down the hall at record speed.
Aegon twirls the council ball between his fingers to settle his racing heart. This was once his fatherâs seat, where his children would sit, back when all was as it should be. Now his children are not welcome and his wife would sooner abandon ship than remain at his side. âGet out.â He says to his brother.
Aemond sighs.
âGet out!â Aegon slams his fist against the table, âfrom now on, you will make yourself scarce amongst these halls. If you happen across my wife, you will make haste in the opposite direction, she will not be forced to look upon your face again. Do you understand?â
Aemond bows his head, âas you wish, your grace.â
Y/N retreats to her childrenâs rooms, finding them empty. They must be in with Helaenaâs twins again. She finds the six of them in Jaehaeraâs room, playing together while Helaena sews her tapestry.
âHow is it coming along?â Y/N asks, taking a seat beside her.
âQuite well.â
âGlad to hear it.â Y/N taps at her wedding ring, âdo you find it relaxing? Mayhaps I should take up sewing.â
âIâm afraid.â Helaena says, setting her work aside.
âOf what?â Y/N cocks her head to the side.
âThe rats.â
Y/N nods, hoping to understand. âWhat is it about them that frightens you?â
Helaena falls silent, a far off look in her eyes.
âI could look into them.â Y/N offers, instead. âThe rats.â
Helaena blinks at her. âWould you?â
âYes, of course. Perhaps with proper knowledge of their ways you need not fear them.â
Helaena smiles, âthat would be nice.â
âI will head down to the library then, once the children are abed.â
After their baths, princess Y/N brushes through each of her childrenâs hair in turn. Her two year old son sits in her lap first. Laenorâs hair has wave to it, like Aegonâs. She twists a bit of it around her finger.
âMama,â the little boy begins bouncing, impatiently.
âYes, sweet boy?â
âAll done,â he tells her.
Y/N huffs a laugh, squeezing him in a hug before releasing him, âoff you go then.â
Laenor giggles, bounding away happily.
âAlright, my darling girls, who is next?â
Dahlia looks to Visera, who stares back at her, exclaiming in unison, âI am!â The pair comes charging at her, landing in the small space, side by side.
âMy goodness, you have gotten so big.â Y/N groans as she repositions them. Taking turns swiping the bristles through their long, silver, hair before weaving in simple braids, one down each of their backs.
âWhere is father?â Dahlia wonders.
Y/N swallows, âperforming his duties.â
âWhat about us?â Visera asks.
âYour father loves you dearly,â Y/N kisses each of their heads. âHe wants nothing more than to be with you. Sometimes there are things we must do, for the sake of the crown that require us to be parted from those we love, for a short while.â
The girls nod.
âOne day, when you are grown, you will understand. In the meantime, please know that his heart is with you, always. He will never be far.â
Visera and Dahlia turn, holding their mother tight.
âI will see you on the morrow.â Y/N pats their backs, watching them take to their beds.
Her youngest child is brought to her last, wrapped in a silk blanket and wailing at the top of his lungs.
Y/N stands to collect him. âNow, now, my prince, what business do you have causing all that fuss?â Y/N coos at the babe in her arms.
Aegon the fourth quiets instantly, staring up at his mother while kicking his little legs.
âThatâs what I thought.â Y/N remarks, sitting down in the arm chair to rock him to sleep. âYou are so loved, my darling.â She strokes his dark hair and his tired eyes begin to close, âsweet dreams.â
With the prince safely abed, Y/N leaves the children in the care of their guards and maids, to see what books they might have about rats in the library. The selection is limited, of course, so she decides on a bound copy recounting the great plague. Its pages contain great detail about the little critters and their lives.
She finds herself more engrossed in it than she could have anticipated. The princess hardly hears her husband enter their rooms.
âWhat story is that now, my dearest love?â He asks, shucking off his boots.
âItâs a book about the plague.â
Part 5
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Metanoia ;
Aemond Targaryen x Transmigrated!Strong!Reader
>> Chapter I : The Beginning.
Summary: "Be careful what you wish for" is what everyone says, you realise that you should've taken them seriously when you find yourself reincarnated as a character in the show who never existed.
WARNINGS: CANON TYPICAL INCEST, CONTAINS SPOILERS OF F&B, S1 AND S2, reader's appearance isn't described, only the fact that she is a strong, you can imagine her however you like, the picture used in the header is only to capture the feel of the story. A/N: divider credits to @cafekitsune
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âJesus Christ, fuck this show, fuck everything, what the fuck is wrong with the writing?â You exclaim in annoyance after witnessing the scene that was supposed to be heavily impactful be butchered.
âThat is the most anticlimactic death scene I've ever witnessed, this has to be a joke.â You furiously ramble. You decided to give House of The Dragon a try after your friend had recommended it, the show currently has released three seasons, with the fourth season in production, you thoroughly enjoyed season one and decided to binge all the seasons.
However, everything started to go downhill from season two, yet you still decided to watch for the sake of your favourite characters, daemon and aemond, only to witness the battle that was supposed to be intense and stressful get finished in the span of two minutes.
You stared at the screen, rolling your eyes in annoyance as you witnessed Aemond falling into the lake along with Vhagar, Daemon was knocked off Caraxes too and fell to his death.
They wrapped up the battle in mere moments, which made you angry as you were so hyped up to see them fight.
âUgh, I never hated a show more than this, waste of my time, they did season one so well, what happened to rest? I did not expect this.â You sigh in frustration, feeling like you just wasted your time.
âIf only⊠If only I ever get a chance, I'd change entire plot and script because fuck this.â You lay down on your sofa, staring at the ceiling, the show still playing in the background. You recollected the entire plot in your head, thinking of every moment in the show, trying to come up with an easy solution.
âIf only they had married Jace to Helaena, it would have been peaceful.. Or at least if they had an older daughter married to Aegon or Aemond.â You mumble, but then shake your head, âWhat am I saying? Things still would've been complicated anyway.â You wonder in disbelief at your own words.
You yawned loudly, stretching out your limbs and blinking your eyes rapidly, your vision began to get blurry and you sighed in content, finally willingly wanting to sleep after you forced yourself to stay up all night to binge the series.
Your vision darkened slowly as you closed your eyelids, head spinning as you took slow breaths of air, cool breeze brushes past your cheeks and before you know it, you're slowly succumbing into slumber.
You blink your eyes open, realising you fell asleep, you sigh stirring on the soft sheets, entangling them between your legs.
Soft sheets?
Your sofa doesn't have any sheets.
You quickly blink again, taking the note of a translucent veil hanging from above, surrounding the bed you're in, creating a curtain around your bed.
Why were you in bed?
You sit up looking around, taking in your surroundings, your eyes widening in fear as you don't recognize this room at all, ancient tapestries, brown wooden furniture, and the source of light being only from the candle.
Have you been kidnapped?
You look down at your body, noticing you are in a white nightgown instead of the shorts you fell asleep in. Your heart begins to race and you panic, unable to understand where you are or how you got there. You steady your breathing, wondering if someone kidnapped you to play a role in a mediaeval film of theirs? But why would anyone do that?
The sound of metal clanking harshly against the floor and a small scream made your head turn the direction it came from, the liquid in the decanter spilling out rapidly as the person behind the fallen cutlery stood in shock.
âThe princess is conscious!â She yells loudly before turning around and running out of the room in a hurry.
Princess?
Is this a prank?
You barely have any moment to think when you hear the sound of multiple footsteps coming from outside to your direction, you could almost feel the ground rumbling, noting that everyone was rushing to this room.
You push the veil to the side and stand up, getting out the bed and examining your surroundings, looking at the sigils and the paintings. All of this looked familiar somehow.
A small gasp echoed through the room, coming from the entrance, which made you turn around to take a look at who was in the room once again. Your eyes widened at the sight.
A lady with platinum blonde hair, blue eyes stood in front of you, someone who resembled Rhaenyra and next to her stood Jace and Luke breathing heavily, looking at you in shock.
Did the house of the dragon cast kidnap you to play a prank on you?
That sounds too unreasonable.
âOh my sweet daughter!â Rhaenyra rushes over to you, embracing you tightly, tears flow down her cheeks as she peppers you with kisses âI-i i cannot believe this, you finally woke up after many years.â She sobs, you look at her questioningly. âSister.â Jacaerys speaks up, coming to you and joining the embrace of you and Rhaenyra, Luke joins in as well.
âWe missed you.â Jace says and you stare at all of them confused.
This has to be a joke.
They notice the expression on your face and their faces immediately drop, âYour grace, the princess woke up after many years, she might not be able to recognise you.â The maester chimes in, Rhaenyra nods, sniffling yet understanding your condition.
âEmma? Is this a joke?â You question, referring to the actor of Rhaenyra, âIâm not Aemma darling, she is your grandmother.â Rhaenyra corrects you. âI think she must be confusing the names of everyone due to her hazy memory.â The maester tries explaining, you sigh.
Yeah this must be a dream.
You shake your head gently and immediately slap yourself to wake yourself up.
âOuch!â You yell in pain, cupping the cheek you slapped yourself on, Rhaenyra is mortified and the guards rush in and hold your arms back so you don't further hurt yourself.
This is not a dream.
You canât feel pain in your dreams and you will wake up right before impact.
You look at Rhaenyraâs face, she is as real as a living person, standing right in front of you.
She looks just like Emma. of course, after all Rhaenyra is indeed played by them.
But this is not them.
She is not Emma
You can feel the vibe, it's very different.
Youâve met Emma before in costume, yet they did not give off the vibes as what Rhaenyra is giving off right now, after all, when you met them; it was just a show, but now it's your reality.
Did you die in your world?
Youâve definitely transmigrated into this show, but as who?
Did Rhaenyra ever have a daughter? You knew she didn't.
âMirror, get me a mirror.â You ask and they look at you questioningly, your form begins to shake as the realisation is too overwhelming, there are many questions in your mind, âPlease!â You cry, and immediately a servant moves and rushes over with a mirror.
Your eyes widen.
It's you.
You had not become someone else, but you remained as yourself. âWhat is my name?â You ask, âY/N.â Rhaenyra replies. Your mind begins to spin, you are in another world as yourself, you have not possessed anyone else, which means your body mustâve disappeared from your world.
You try to stay calm in this situation, breathing heavily, âYou are?â You ask, wanting to reconfirm, you watch as Rhaenyra's face crumples into that of a sad face, probably feeling hurt that her own daughter doesn't recognise her.
âI'm your mother, you are my eldest daughter, theyââ She points at Jace, Luke and Joffrey, ââare your younger siblings.â You turn towards them.
You nod, pretending to play the part while you figure out everything. âI'm sorry, I do not remember.â You apologise and Rhaenyra shakes her head, âIt is alright, you have been unconscious since the past six years, this is better than losing my daughter.â She replies.
âSix years⊠Did I fall unconscious after Aemond lost his eye?â You think out loud and Rhaenyra looks at you in shock, âYou remember him?â She asks and you clear your throat, âIt's hazy, my memory.â You answer back.
âYour grace, the event was probably traumatic for her, hence why she can remember it in parts.â The maester explains it to Rhaenyra, you mentally thank the maester for covering up for you always.
You noticed how they were all dressed up, looked as if they were about to leave but their plans were cut short, and you recognize this gown of Rhaenyra.
It was the gown she wore when she left for King's Landing, in order to settle the matter of Luke's right to driftmark. âYou guys were departing somewhere?â You ask, wanting to really confirm it, âHm? Huh, Yes, We were about to leave for King's Landing.â Jacaerys answers your question.
âCan I tag along?â You blurt the question.
â.. Tag along?â Lucerys repeats your words in confusion, your language confusing him.
âI mean to say, can I come along?â You ask the question in a proper manner, Rhaenyra shakes her head, âNo- you've just woken up, you might still be weak- I cannot risk-â
âMother! I am perfectly fine!â You cut her off, breaking free from the guards hands and running around the room, doing jumping jacks, showing her that you aren't weak and are perfectly capable of physical activity.
Rhaenyra watches in shock, seeing you move like this but she chuckles, shaking her head in comic disbelief, âI guess she has not changed after all.â The maester comments which makes Jace and Luke smile.
âVery well, Pack the princessâ belongings, and get her ready for departure, we will depart two days later.â Rhaenyra orders the maids and you smile at her.
âBut mother, I do not have many dressesââ
âYou do, I had them tailored every year, whenever you grew, hoping that you would wake up.â She replies softly and you just then realise how Rhaenyra loves her children.
âThe maesters said that you might not ever wake up, and that your body will be stunted from growth, yet⊠I'm glad their predictions never came true.â She smiles gently at you, you smile back.
The maids come in with a bath as everyone leaves, some of them begin packing your belongings. You notice how your body doesn't look how a person in a coma state should be looking especially in the mediaeval times, but instead you seem to be well taken care of, treated as if you were alive.
The maids quickly finish your bath and dress you up, you have to pretend to get used to this atmosphere and era even though you're highly uncomfortable, the mere thought of having servants made you feel bad.
And with that, the night fell, you couldn't sleep thinking about how you're going to deal with everything, could you really prevent war from happening? It happens due to a misunderstanding in the show right? What if the misunderstanding doesn't occur? Your mind was filled with such thoughts through the whole night.
In King's Landing.
âMy queen, Rhaenyra, has sent a letter saying that their arrival will be delayed further.â The master sums up the contents of the letter in the council room, in front of Aemond who had been called by Alicent for an urgent matter.
âWhy so?â Alicent asks, furrowing her brows.
âPrincess Y/N had woken up from her unconscious state.â
An ear piercing shattering sound of glass is heard through the entire room, when turned to look at the origin, It is known that Aemond had dropped the wine glass he was drinking from.
âY/N is awake?â Aemond asks the maester.
âYes my prince.â The maester replies.
Aemond's heart begins to pound in his chest loudly, his mind spiralling at the thought of you finally waking up all these years later.
âPlease excuse me.â Aemond gets up from the chair, excusing himself from the council and leaving the room, his brain occupied with the thoughts of you.
There wasn't a day where Aemond hadn't thought of you, he would at least think about you once a day- the news of you waking up from unconsciousness made the adrenaline in his body rush.
He felt like a hungry snake that had been starved for many years who at last found a prey to feast on, he felt like a drought-stricken land finally receiving rainfall, he felt like a garden void of any flowers which started to bloom once again.
He was thrilled.
He reminisces of the fond memories you both shared, he could never ever forget them, smiling at the thought of you.
He wondered if you had changed or remained the same.
Whatever it was, he couldn't wait.
He couldn't wait to receive you.
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Could you write a continuation of yandere satosugu where the reader lived and they try everything to help her get better and care for her?
| making up for mistakes | yandere satosugu x reader |
-> continuation of the first part: link đ
you had survived the almost suicide attempt you so carefully & yet so carelessly attempted. you were sure you werenât getting up after this. damn it you made sure to hit your head hard, you could see blanks, you could see stars in your eyes until it all faded to a peaceful nothing-ness.
now, youâre awake again. nothing hurts. you know they mustâve told their friend shoko to aid in your injuries. you feel like youâve woken up from a long slumber. unwanted as it may be⊠it does make you feel eerily refreshed. you stretch your limbs from the bed, theyâre going to kill you for this. kill you for hampering with their property. oh well â at this point youâre fine with it. whatâs it going to do? hurt you. pain is all there is they could ever offer anyways. maybe you can scream out and wish it gets over. thatâs all you set your mind to.
you look to the side, the curtains are open and there is a little drizzle of snow. it brings a smile to your face. what if you hadnât been kidnapped? it wouldâve been so fun to hop into one of the lovely cafes you like & order some hot cocoa. put both your hands and wrap them around the ceramic of the hot cup and exhale in utter relaxation of the aroma the sweet cafe has to offer. oh⊠happy days.
its nauseating what your life is now, wrapping a blanket around yourself and checking down below. you are wearing clothes, decent clothes⊠not the sultry, slutty ones that satoru forces you to wear. you feel like you could throw up when the reminder occurs again. beaten up like you were nothing but an animal, throwing up in pain and anxiety--
"there we go! princess! awake! oh my god!" satoru comes in and hugs you tightly, his bulky arms wrapping against you, he doesn't let your mind have the time to panic. besides, satoru was... not the one who inflicted you that pain. even though he did nothing about it, in a moment of pure misery, your mind would latch on to him for comfort. "baby- you scared daddy, please don't do that ever again. fuck! i thought i lost you." you could hear the heartbeats on your snow haired man, they were ragged and reminded of the same panic you once bore.
"sorry." your eyes lack all emotions, just a soft murmur escaping you. the haunting realization that you were alive was eating you up. even so, it was your soul that had died. it's the dejected way you answered that makes satoru panic even more. immediately at your knees, leaning against your thighs and mumbling soft apologies, tears wetting your skin. "please baby, I'm so sorry, i should never have let that happen... you did a mistake that's all! you- you- pissed us off." he shakes his head, hugging you tightly.
your hands robotically landed across his hair, caressing. "it's okay, i did wrong, i understand."
your responses were making him nauseous, he hated seeing you in pain, but suguru always says its something that's needed. why is it needed? you're not an animal, are you? the ways with which satoru and suguru try to 'discipline' their toy they are delusional enough to call their lover is insane.
"i got breakfast, little one." now, your heart sinks. you hear the voice of the man who did this to you, mothering, now that his rage is faded into pure, eviscerating guilt. "you have no idea the joy it gives me seeing you awake." suguru hums, and you latch onto satoru, hugging him tightly. satoru's heart skips a beat. this was not the first time you had reached out to him, yet, you did it by your own. it gives him a sick sense of protectiveness. "he wouldn't do anything to ya baby, suguru loves you too." he reminds, looking at a devastated suguru.
"please don't hurt yourself again, angel" suguru hums, leaning in and kissing your forehead. it makes you sick to your stomach, how they treat you right now. you know that whatever you did yielded no results. and they are ever so careful about the same. you're pretty sure you'd have either of them by your side at all times.
"let's go and eat, suguru's made your favorite!" satoru chirps, happily holding you princess-style and going to the dining area. your eyes wandered to the other room on the way, the same room where this all happened, it's making you panic internally. the grotesque reminder of how they treated you. you're about to throw up again.
as soon as satoru puts you down, you run to throw up in disgust, nothing comes out except a few drops of water. your stomach is empty as is. a large, looming hand caresses your back. "I'm sorry, angel. please relax." suguru-- it's suguru...
"i'm sorry." you answered, "i am so sorry." you nodded to get back to the dining area, you should know better than to be with satoru. its not like suguru wouldn't do anything he wants anyways... you'd just like to have some comfort over it.
luckily for you, the breakfast went fine, you were eating quietly, while satoru just observed you. how uncomfortable you looked, the subtle shift in your demeanor. every tiny thing. suguru is essentially doing the same, gazing at your way and observing you. "you look beautiful." suguru comments, and you force a smile from the deepest pits of your psyche. "thank you, suguru."
you know he's ticked off, you need to call them 'daddy' and you're here, addressing them by their first names. sigh... they just have to help you heal, there isn't anything they can do about it really. they pushed you this far, and they should make up for it.
however, as days turn into weeks, satoru and suguru are forced to face the haunting realization that your mental and physical health is worsening. you barely eat, barely talk... you just, stare into the nothingness of empty spaces. satoru has avoided missions to take care of you. he is by your side, sleeps next to you, kisses your forehead, helps you take a shower. while earlier, you tried to at least pretend and work with it. answer however you could, talk to them, fake your smiles, now its nothing. you barely talk.
this time, satoru has a mission to take care of, but suguru is the one who's spending time with you. gently placing you on the bathtub, caressing your forearm, massaging it, decorating it with petals. "there we go little girl, there we go. feels nice?" he coos, and when you don't respond, sighs weakly. he wishes he could at least hear something out of you. when he sees you immersed in auto-pilot, he hums by himself; "yes, yes it is." he has to talk to himself in hopes that its you talking to him. "you know, me and satoru... we were thinking a trip to Italy sounds nice, or maybe Paris.." you used to love travelling, he hopes that would utter out a response from you. NOTHING comes out of you however. that makes suguru's heart break a little, "or maybe, anywhere that you like." he hums, sighing.
"angel?" he asks softly, leaning in and kissing your neck, maybe that would at least earn some leaning back. your resistance...
none.
"talk to me for fucks sake!" suguru snarls, glaring hard at you. you don't even flinch at that, contrary to your earlier flinching and tweaking. a sigh escapes him and then comes bubbling tears. he has truly fucked you up. the haunting realization finally hits him. he can't live with it anymore... it's choking the very fiber of his being.
the rest of the shower passes by in a haze, and suguru is quiet, tears dripping from his face. "what should i do so that you become normal again?" he asks again, pouting and begging with his eyes. no response...
he gets up after tucking you in bed. the dark circles in your eyes are an explicit example of how less you're sleeping. sometimes you wake up with irritating nightmares, screaming and crying. that's the only moment when satoru and suguru are welcomed by your affections.
suguru sighs, he needs to win you this time. or maybe... what's that called? stockholm syndrome?
or maybe, he needs to discuss with satoru about erasing your memory...
or maybe, he needs a curse that can shove your memory off and then they can date you.. from scratch...
either way, they're not leaving you. anytime soon.
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Latency Lingering {F.W}
Chapter I - Same Eyes, Twice Over
Synopsis: just over three years after making the decision to end things with Fred to keep yourself and your new secret(s) from holding him back, you're finally faced with the consequences when you run into Molly and she sees those very same "secrets" for herself. Suddenly, it seems very unlikely that a life without Fred Weasley in it will remain possible for you.
All the time in the world could not have properly prepared you for this moment.
You weren't entirely convinced, after all, that anyone was supposed to endure the agony of facing a disappointed Molly Weasley head on.
But then, here you were, dual stroller handlebar clenched so tightly in your hands that you feared you might just warp it, doing exactly that.
Had the four years of peace been worth it, you wondered, in exchange for the inevitable chaos that was soon to descend upon you like a long prophesied swarm of locusts set free of the hell from whence they'd come?
Likely not.
But what else could you have done?
You had only been eighteen measly years old, after all, a babe in the grand scheme of things, suddenly thrust into reality as a dull blade might be through flesh and bone.
(Messily, and with a staggering amount of force).
Though, you certainly felt rather unlike the blade in that analogy, and far more so like the flesh...
Nevertheless, you'd persisted. Done what you'd had to in order to preserve your sanity and the livelihood of the man you'd loved.
Perhaps still did, not that it mattered.
Fred was long gone, you had made sure of it that night in the astronomy tower the evening before he and his brother, your once closest friend, had made their daring escape from the hell that had been Hogwarts at that time.
You'd shattered the poor boy's heart after three and a half years of love and adoration, all to preserve his dreams.
Shame you'd done all you could to ensure he'd never know it.
"Please love, I don't understand."
He'd plead, dexterous fingers running through mussed up ginger locks as he paced back and forth about the room you were both stood in.
You'd only just barely resisted the urge to say it was all a joke then, desperate to reach out and feel him one more time, to fix the hairs that had sprung up all about his head as a result of his restless ministrations.
But you hadn't. You couldn't.
Things would be better, you knew, if you just stayed away.
You'd retreated further out of his grasp to keep yourself from holding him not long after the urge had arose. The look in his eyes, pained and confused, was enough to tear your heart in two, though you supposed that it was thirds if you really thought about it.
You would miss George, after all. What was a girl to do without her best friend, especially in times such as these?
"I'm sorry, Fred."
You said resolutely, not feeling nearly as certain as you'd sounded in that moment.
"I just- I can't deal with the distance, nor the strain of it all. There's far too much for me to worry about here, I can't risk stretching myself too thin worrying to death over you and your brother."
That much was true, you supposed, though in the end he'd never really know the half of it. That you couldn't risk stretching yourself too thin because of just how much was about to change, and because it would mean harming another to do so.
You had far more than just yourself to think about now.
In response to your words, your boyfriend stared at you as if you'd grown a second head, beautiful brown eyes wide and teary as he pulled a shaking, uncertain breath in through his parted lips.
"This can't be happening."
He'd whispered, a humorless laugh leaving his mouth and echoing throughout the mostly empty space, nearly making you shudder.
"Merlin Y/n, just last night you were cracking jokes about me taking your surname instead of the other way around. We spoke of a home, domestic dinner parties, Godric, even names for our bloody children!"
He'd exclaimed, hands flying up into their air as you'd watched on sorrowfully, recalling the very conversations he was speaking of.
You'd certainly take his thoughts from them into consideration when you-
"Lords woman, you're wearing a promise ring! This isn't some summer fling you can just toss aside with no warning, we've a whole future planned together!"
He sounded near hysterical now, confusion melding with panic to rob him of reason even in the darkened halls of the astronomy tower, and you'd shuddered to think of what Umbridge would do if she found out the two of you were up there at such an hour.
It was hardly negligible to risk yourself harm anymore, you simply couldn't resolve to allow things to continue any further.
And so, you hadn't.
"Fred, I'm sorry."
You began, lower lip wobbling in a way you hoped he couldn't make out despite the feigned certainty present in your tone.
"But I've made up my mind. We're destined to take life on two very different paths, you and I, and I can't let myself pretend this makes sense for even another moment. I love you far too much to allow this to persist and risk hurting you further."
And with that, you were gone, leaving the love of your life behind to wonder what on earth had gone wrong.
You hadn't seen Fred since then, at least not as far as you were aware, avoiding every event he could possibly turn up at within reason...
Though, avoiding his family, that had proven to be a far more difficult task, particularly whilst you'd been attending Hogwarts with them after the twins had taken their leave, your relationship all but flown away with them.
It turned out though, that pregnancy was easy enough to hide as long as no one looked too close at your poorly maintained glamour charm.
Or, at least it had been for the first few weeks or so...
But then, much to your utter horror (and great surprise) you'd been informed that your darling ex boyfriend had been so kind as to leave you with not just one child to care for in his absence, but two.
It would seem that twins did indeed run in the family.
After that discovery, your glamour charms had taken a lot more effort, focus, and intention.
Graduation, you'd found, could not come soon enough.
And though you had "celebrated" alone, your notably small family wanting little to do with their soon to be teen parent of a daughter, it had felt like your first real victory since your decision to leave Fred had left a gaping hole in the center of your heart.
Perhaps it was possible to keep moving forward after all, if you could make it through several months of schooling at Hogwarts whilst pregnant with twins you would undoubtedly be raising on your own...
Though, truly, not even that could have prepared you for a moment such as this one, because far more than you had ever seen before, Molly Weasley was furious.
She was doing a good enough job of hiding it, but you'd long since learned the meaning of her flaring nostrils, darting gaze, and shifting fingertips, which busied themselves with her wand as casually as she could manage.
You reckoned you were rather lucky she hadn't hexed you yet, judging by how upset she looked.
And, reasonably, you supposed she had every right to be.
After all, it had only been three short years since you had broken her son's heart high up in the astronomy tower at that school you had once so happily called home, yet now you were standing in the same doctor's office waiting room together, one of you with a bruised ankle, and the other with a baby carriage in hand.
And as much as you wished it to be so, it seemed the universe had no intention of switching your positions. It was you with the stroller, and she with the injury, though you were certain you'd be obtaining one soon if the older woman standing before you didn't get the answers she was doubtless looking for.
"Y/n,"
She greeted far too sweetly, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly below her hairline as her eyes swept over the blanket covered stroller parked in front of you,
"It's lovely to see you. How have you been?"
The question was meant to sound polite, you were sure of it, but the undertone was clear:
"I could have gone my entire life without seeing you again."
It resolved.
"And exactly who did you deem worthy enough to start a family with so soon after breaking Freddie's heart?"
It interrogated.
You scarcely managed to hold back a shudder in response, your smile nervous in spite of your best efforts.
Time had whittled away at your ability to hide how you were feeling, it seemed, since you had last needed to do so during your breakup with Fred.
What a shame, you really could have used that right about now.
"Mrs. Weasley."
You greeted, all but flinching when you nearly said her name instead purely out of habit.
You could scarcely remember the last time you'd had to call the woman by such a formal title, but you supposed you'd lost the right to address her differently the moment you'd thrown Fred's surname back in his face that night in the astronomy tower.
"I've been well. And you?"
Your response was far more submissive to the older woman's intimidation than you'd perhaps intended it to be, but even so, your persistent and undying respect for her won out in the end. It was strange, truly, to consider the woman you'd once very nearly called Mum an enemy.
Molly hummed dismissively in response to your words, brushing off your question with a wave of her hand,
"Oh I've been just the same as always, nothing much to speak of I'm afraid."
She sighed out with faux regret, fixing you with a look of marked interest as she continued,
"But you,"
She said eagerly,
"It would seem that you've been rather busy as of late."
At that, she gestured toward the stroller sat in front of you, and you blanched slightly at the idea of her getting a decent look at its contents.
Molly smiled once more, still far too politely for your comfort,
"Who's the little one, then?"
She coaxed, immediately forcing a short burst of nervous laughter from deep inside your chest.
Once you'd officially regained control of yourself though, you smiled just as politely as she (albeit with an apologetic edge) before replying.
"Little ones, I'm afraid."
You joked, never quite able to stop yourself from trying to make light of a stressful situation.
"Winnifred and Augustine, or, far more popularly, Winnie and August. They're-"
"Twins." Molly finished before you could even get the word out, her eyes widening slightly in surprise, "Yours?"
You nodded slowly, and the woman smiled ever so slightly for the first time since you'd come into view.
"Oh my, my condolences then." She teased, reaching forward to grasp at the blanket that concealed the precious cargo napping away within, doubtless tired after their long day full of bickering back and forth with one another.
She looked up at you then, seemingly unaware of the growing fear in your eyes as you suddenly realized what was about to happen.
"May I?"
She asked, though you could tell from the tone she took that it was far more of a formality than an actual question.
Such was the problem with older women, you'd found - They scarcely seem to bother actually asking your thoughts in regards to them seeing your children.
But this? This certainly could not persist, not if you hoped to-
Without pausing to hear an answer you knew she'd never had any intention of waiting for, Molly Weasley gently tugged at the fabric that had been draped across the front of the carriage, ignoring your nervous sputtering as you tried desperately to find the right words to say.
Unfortunately, they never came.
Forgotten, the blanket that had once hidden your beloved children away from the world fluttered to the ground, and Molly Weasley stared, stock still, at the sight before her.
There, blinking blearily up at the bright lights of the waiting room she was stood in, was a set of twins so familiar that it made her heart skip a beat inside her chest.
Soft ginger hair adorned both of their heads, and delicate freckles far too similar to those she had once threatened to kiss off the faces of her own children decorated their cheeks like stars doubtlessly chock full of constellations just waiting to be found.
But somehow, the feature that caused her the most pause was the eyes of the little ones sitting before her, deep brown and shining in the white overhead lighting of a doctor's office that suddenly felt far too cramped for the feelings she was struggling to maintain control over.
Those eyes bore a striking resemblance to her twins, and somehow even one in particular, one that she knew you were quite familiar with, as things went.
Her gaze darted back up to seek your own, and the moment she found it and saw the overwhelming guilt and fear there, she knew, and her breath caught briefly in her throat.
"Y/n dear,"
She spoke after a few moments of increasingly tense silence, the low chatter of the witches and wizards around you seemingly reduced to nothing as the sound of your own racing heartbeat drowned them out with ease.
Molly reached out to you then, slowly and gingerly, as if you were some wild animal she feared might dart away at any moment.
And truth be told, you very nearly felt like one too, especially as the following question left your almost former mother in law's lips,
"What is their surname?"
And immediately, you shook your head, far too overwhelmed with the situation at hand to handle any of it properly.
Years and years of fleeing in fear of this exact moment had done you no favors in preparing for it, and your shaking hands and tear filled eyes betrayed that fact with an embarrassing level of evidence.
"Oh Molly,"
You begged softly, using the woman's given name for the first time in years,
"Please don't ask me that. I promise you don't want me to say-"
"Winnifred and Augustine Weasley?"
A nurse called out hesitantly to the sea of patients located in the waiting room, her eyes trained briefly on the clipboard in front of her as if to double check her words before she looked back up curiously, gaze sweeping back and forth throughout the space, seeking out the two toddlers scheduled with Dr. Hathaway for the 2:00pm slot.
You felt your heart constrict painfully inside your chest as Molly's hand flew to her mouth, her once so certain fingers trembling as the truth of the matter washed over her like a freezing winter squall.
And, ever the coward when it came to family matters such as this, you were quick to clear your throat, doing your best to hide your red rimmed eyes and tear tracked cheeks before waving your hand slightly to the nurse who was still looking anxiously about the waiting area.
"They're just here. Apologies for the delay, I must have misheard you."
Though, from the positively dread filled look on your face, Molly Weasley could tell you had not.
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Oh, how youâd changed him
Tom Riddle x Reader
Summary: how youâd changed Tom and his life for the better, and how ridiculous his previous plans seemed after that.
Tom had carefully planned out his world domination, created his alias Lord Voldemort and the horrors that would go with him. He decided that he would single-handedly take over the wizarding world by any means necessary and reek havoc amongst the weaklings that surrounded him. This; a plan he had created since he was merely a boy, determined to return what this cruel world had forced upon him - sorrow and pain.
Until he met you. To Tom, you were like a breath of fresh air, an unbeatable presence with bright and hopeful features that offered a sense of peace in his life. You had been acquaintances since first year, however had become more familiar in sixth-year potions, just as he was plotting his first horcruxes along with the basallisk attack, you had been assigned as station-partners in the early September of that year.
When your names had been read Tom quirked a brow, however was not disappointed with the testily - having duly noted your previous achievements in the subject and feeling as though you could come in handy later down the line when his domination was more of a priority than his studies, but his world came crashing down when you turned in your seat to examine him.
Tom was lead to believe that he was incapable of love. A monotone psychopathic freak lacking human emotions, yet obtaining alien abilities. It when your eyes looked him over and your hair swayed behind your shoulders, he was unable to ignore the way his heartbeat quickened and breath faltered, in Tomâs eyes you were unfathomably gorgeous and he was unable to look away, a Medusa incapable of stoning her victims.
You held your hand out calmly and he admired the way your posture was straight and head held in a confident stature. âY/n,â you said, lips soft and plump and voice soothing and gentle. âTom,â he replied, voice failing him as he fumbled over his words with a stutter - something having never happened to him previously. You giggled at his mistake and he found himself enjoying the sound, instinctively making it his mission to hear it once more, unable to stop the smile appearing on his lips.
Tom also appreciated your knack for perfection. Your potions never failed to exceed beyond perfection and your applause was always deserved, taken with a humble nod to your peers before you set out defying the next odds in your path.
Naturally, Tom began to gravitate towards you outside of lectures, also. Heâd find himself on the path to walk you to class or accompany you to the dinner table, or beside you in the library studying beyond the librarianâs patience and working hours. Tom found comfort in your presence and allowed himself to indulge regardless of what âLord Voldemortâ told him to do.
Eventually, heâd offered his arm to stroll down with you to Hogsmeade on a chilly autum day, a few weeks before Christmas celebrations would commence and the winter solstice would turn the Scottish highlands surrounding you into an awe-worthy winter wonderland. âMay I accompany you to Hogsmeade?â Tom asked with a small smile, holding his arm out to you while you friends giggled and pushed you towards him. Youâd laughed with him as you threaded your forearm alongside his, joining you both at the hip while you replied: âyes, you may Tommy.â
Strangely, he never felt any kind of resentment to any nickname youâd give him other than his name. He welcomed your names with open arms and answered to nearly any plausible noun that passed his lips. He even bought you butterbeer to warm your frostbitten lips, sipping simultaneously while the barmaid offered a few obvious knowing glances.
You shivered as you walked on, the many layers you had adorned on top of your skin no match for the ever-growing cold attacking Hogwarts and found yourself struggling with chattering teeth. Tom immediately removed his long coat and wrapped it around you, admiring both the chivalry of his actions and the satisfied smile on your face when your body temperature started to rise. âNo, no, Tom. Youâll get cold.â You said, a reluctant whine passing your lips to which he shrugged. With anyone else, he wouldâve let you freeze to death, but not you. He would die for you, freeze to death if you will. âIâm fine, Iâm more concerned about getting you back to the castle without hypothermia.â He says with a small chuckle, pulling you into his side by the waist. âI guess you arenât so cold-hearted as you make yourself out to be, Tom Riddle.â He looks down at you and considers your words for a few seconds.
âYou confuse me, y/n. Iâve never felt so warm and gleeful around a person yet you never fail to bring a smile to my face. Teach me how to do that.â I instructs but you shake your head no gently. âI cannot do that simply due to the face that you do it to me, also.â You reply, each exchanging knowing glances between each others eyes and lips. He leans down and traps your lips with his own, warming your body through a simple yet sophisticated gesture and from that day forward you were referred to as his girlfriend.
Of course, however he had also come clean about his upbringing and eventually the chamber and the basilisk. He had told you he was conceived under the influence of a love spell and believed that he was incapable of loving until he had met you. You laid on his bed as you talked; his head on your chest while you weaved your fingers thought his chestnut locks and listened to him. âI read a while back now about a recently investigated muggle issue called autism and it has occurred to me that youâre not incapable of love, you have asbergers Tom. Iâll read the passage to you later.â And all of a sudden all of his unjustified emotions and troubles made sense and he could finally find an unknowingly lost sense of peace within himself knowing what truly made him into the Tom Riddle he was.
When he took you into the chamber heâd told you all about his plan for domination and his large magical snake and how he had a few followers and you never judged him once. If anything you thought it was impressive that he yearned for revenge instead of acceptance but reasoned that perhaps an oversized snake and a killing spree were not the solutions he was searching for. The basilisk lived shrunken to normal size in a glass cage beside his bed after that.
And as the time went by and your relationship flourished, Voldemort seemed more like a past phase than a goal and was more focused on the life he going to create with you. He called his âfollowersâ pathetic and told them to get a life when they questioned his authority over their devotion.
Eventually, it came time for you to graduate and Tomâs hand was tightly clasped in your own as you looked at the castle for a final time. You were silent, acknowledging the end of this era and slowly coming to terms with it. After a while, Tom scoffed. âWorld domination.â He said with a smile shaking his head. âWhoâs ever heard of such a thing?â He turned and picked up your bags along with his own. âReady to go, darling?â
The two of you had shared your own compartment on the train ride home, others finding their own cubbies as Tom scared them off from sitting with you. Your head was rested on his shoulder as he read a muggle book to you that you had bought the previous summer âthe great gatsbyâ. It was a deep and considerate book and made you think about your future, also.
âWhatâre we going to do now?â You ask out of the blue, interrupting his sentence as he simply closes his book and looks down at you, your face deep in thought. âWell,â he hummed, thinking for a moment. âWeâve booked that cottage in the Peak District for a few weeks, how about we think it all out then?â And you nod. âSounds like a plan then.â
The next few weeks were spent waking together in the high peaks of the muggle countryside, simply talking and appreciating one anotherâs company and plotting your lives.
âIs it bad that I want to stay here forever?â You ask him, looking out at the sunsetting one warm winter evening. Tom thinks thoughtfully before saying âif it is then itâs bad that I want to stay here too.â As a pureblood witch you were born under the believe that muggle life was pointless and undeserving, and as had Tom - but together you realised you preferred the quiet and solitary, and not needing to use magic to do everything all of the time. It was a change. And it was nice.
One morning mid-august Tom was reading the newspaper and you were making you both toast. âSomeoneâs selling the property up the street.â He says and you sip on your drink and look out of the window. âWhat? The old farmhouse.â âNo, the one with the long drive and vines up the side.â You sigh dreamily. âOh, if only.â You say with a chuckle. âDarling we can afford it.â Tom says and you stay in silence for a moment, sharing the thoughts weaving through your minds. âIt wouldnât take up a large chunk of our savings.â He drops his reading glasses to the end of his nose and smirks. âWeâre rich in muggle terms.â You laugh and shake your head at him. âYouâre so humble, Riddle.â He stands up and slides his hands around your waist to hold you close as you share the view of the house in question. âWeâre buying it.â He spoke after a while, finalising his decision. âWhat happened to the âI hate muggles and never want to be amongst themâ?â You ask, turning to him with a cocked brow. He just shrugs. âThey were Voldemortâs views. Not mine.â
Matter several months going back and forth with the previous owners and settling on an asking price, you were standing in front of the house- your house, beside tom, exactly how you had when you were leaving Hogwarts. âThis is our house.â You say, not taking your eyes off of the scenic view before you. Tom takes you into his side and rubs your arm comfortingly before kissing your temple. âOur home.â
Tom became an Auror, acting as an undercover wizard in the muggle setting catching and reporting any source of dark or unrightfully used magic. You took up being a healer, training in the wizarding world but practising in your home village, being known as a respectable young doctor who all the elderly or adjacent citizens resided in to get treatment - and anything you gave them always worked.
It was a spring morning when you were down at the bakery picking up a loaf of bread for your dinners. âHowâs that fella of yours?â The lady asked with a smirk. âOh Tomâs fine, just left for work.â âPopped the question yet?â The old woman asks, elbowing you slightly. âWeâre only twenty Agatha!â You say with a laugh. âWell, Arthur and I were married when we were nineteen.â She crossed her arms. âI thought you were telling me how much you hated him?â You laugh. âOh he gets on my wire, but we were still married!â
That left you with the thought in your mind for the remainder of the day - youâd decided that Tom Riddle was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and then some.
In February you both took a trip down to the Lake District and rented a boat house with a large lake, your jobs and âtrust fundsâ inherited from family members allowed you to do this rather frequently and easily, nothing out of the ordinary to take a trip for a long weekend.
It was at sunset, rather early due to daylight saving hours when you rowed out onto the lake to just sit in tranquility for a little while, appreciating the quiet time together. Youâd rose to your feet, sure that you had seen an owl fly by and when you turned around, Tom was on one knee, box in hand. In the box, the ring of Salazar Slytherin himself with a bunch of roses in the other.
âAgatha told me today is Cupidâs holiday.â He say, voice just beyond a whisper as a smile grew on your face and tears formed. âYou know, until I was sixteen I was asphyxiated with the idea of taking over the world, finding a victim to take the pain that I felt. But those silly little thoughts were gone when I met you, the only person I live and breathe for. I never thought I could, however I love you, yn ln. And it would do me great honour if you would be my wife.â
Youâd kissed and hugged him and wept into his shoulder as you happily embraced - ready to start the rest of your lives together. There were no other young women in the village and your parents had practically alienated you when you went to live with muggles so the ladies who attended your doctors practise took you shopping for your wedding dress - Tom insisted on paying.
Dolly was brutally honest and Susan started crying, Agatha kissed you and called you her daughter and it was certainly a day to remember - a gorgeous fitting dress, white and highlighting your features gracefully.
Youâd gotten married in the village church, an audience of your neighbours and close friends and a few companions from school, Agatha was your maid of honour and Greta your flower girl, gleaming smile on her face while her husband rolled her down the isle in her wheelchair while she sassily threw rose petals. And Dumbledore was sat in the front row, a smart suit on while he smiled at the man the little evil boy turned out to be, and the gorgeous woman you had flourished into.
It was a beautiful ceremony and a beautiful day. And you were now the beautiful yn Riddle.
In September, Abraxas Malfoy and his wife wanted to celebrate their wedding anniversary and asked if they would drop their son, Lucius off for the week so they could go away. You and Tom decided to take the week off work and look after him, after all, the young lad needed to be accustomed to his god parents!
One evening Lucius had pleaded with you to go sit in the garden and paint together and of course you complied, taking the supplied and the young boy on your hip, and headed for the grass to make a mess. And make a mess you did, there was red in your hair and blue on his white libel shirt, and hardly anything on the page. Tom watched from the window sipping on a cup of tea, watching as you interacted with the young boy so naturally, tickling his stomach and laughing as you played hidey-boo. It created an odd twang in his stomach, the same he had felt when he had first laid eyes on you.
One day when the boy had been reunited with his parents, Tom had been sent on a mission to retrieve an escaped boggart. During his time at Hogwarts, his biggest was recognisably his own dead corpse, but when he approached the creature, itâs form was your grave with him sat looking deathly ill beside it weeping. Your headstone read âa loving wife and doctor, no childrenâ his stomach dropped when he realised what he needed. What he needed right now.
He got home that night and held you close and cried, feeling you warm and full of life. You caressed his shaking body as you soothes him, and when he had calmed he had taken your face into his hands and cradled it, telling you suddenly âyn I want a baby.â
Throughout your pregnancy, Tom was tender and reluctant to let you move without him being beside you. He became more protective than he already was an even took an extended paternity leave just before your due date.
Prior to that however, he worshiped you like a goddess. He would make you decaf tea - something you grumbled about but he refused to listen. He stopped smoking his pipe inside the house, instead taking it to the end of the garden while he and Mr Garson next door chatted about his wife and you. He made you lay on the settee and sat on the floor beside your growing stomach while he read old wives tales from a book inherited from his mother. He even sang to it once or twice. After the sixth month mark when your belly was becoming noticeably plump to the point you could rest your tea cup upon it without it falling off, he began carrying you everywhere. Regardless of how far the distance, and the fact you were carrying another human, he acted as though you were a feather that needed assistance and carried you the way he did on your wedding night.
When you took your own maternity leave, he was even more pleased - before heâd sit beside you in your doctors office and never took his eyes off of you, now he neednât a reason to why. In his eyes, his love was pregnant and needed tending too. Heâd shower with you and lift your stomach until he saw the face of satisfaction he knew well and loved. And heâd be lying if he said the breasts you were growing didnât make his mouth water, as well as the fact there was a possibility that he could impregnate a pregnant woman - a thought that drove him wild but alas after many attempts, it was eventually an unsuccessful mission.
And in the next July, Tom was sweating as he held your hand and felt a great pain as you cried in agony beside him. You were in a muggle hospital, Agatha had awoken in the middle of the night and heard your pained cries and ordered her husband, Mr Garson to drive you to the hospital which he did, adjusting his thick-lenses on his glasses and having to be awoken a few times at the wheel from Tomâs furious barks, but you made it on one piece, and at quarter to ten, you produced him a son, deciding on naming him Mattheo Riddle.
After giving him a bath, the midwifeâs tried to take him away âgive you a breakâ, but you refused. Groggily saying âIâve only had him ten minutes why would I need a break.â And Tom soon shooed them off, getting into the bed beside you and holding your son skin-to-skin as he slept on his fathers chest, and you on his shoulder. When you drifted off he kissed the top of your head gently and whispered sweetly âwell done, mummy.â
Tom was determined to be the father he didnât have. And a good one at that.
Mr and Mrs Garson cried when you asked them to be the godparents, you wouldâve appointed the role to everyone in this village if you could - your own little family larger than it seemed.
The newborn stage went by awefully fast and you and Tom self with every hurdle and hiccup together, all the nappies and sick, and the 3AM walks when baby Matty would not settle. It was gone and soon you had a walking talking toddler of whom you were both awfully proud of.
The chilly autumnal eves suddenly turned into even colder winter morns, Christmas was making its rounds in the muggle world and you and Tom had became accustomed to it. You decorated the tree, hung candles, sung carols, gave presents and ate specialty meals on the 25th. Tom sat in his armchair, Mattheo on lap, reading glasses down to the end of his nose as he read A Christmas Carol to him.
You were making dinner, Mince Pie was on the menu that night in particular, and you smiled as you notice the snow falling. You wiped your hands and leant against the doorframe watching your two boys in awe, just memorising the picture for a moment. âAre you alright, my love?â Tom asked, smiling up at you. âJust admiring the picture.â You say, mirroring his grin. Then you turn to your son. âIâm awfully sorry to interrupt, master Riddle. However, so I do believe it is snowing.â He gasped dramatically when he heard the news. âSnow! But weâre reading! But snow!â You both laugh at his dilemma then suggest âhow about we eat dinner, then weâll read out in the snow and make a snowman.â The young boy squeals in delight and runs to the dining room to eat, sitting ever so patiently yet with an impatient smile on those cheeky lips.
That evening you built a snowman, read the last part of the book, and put your son peacefully to sleep in his bed after singing âSilent Nightâ to him. You and Tom basked in the sight for a moment, just taking in the calmness of the setting.
And as Tom looked down at you, he thought of how youâd changed him.
*scoff* Lord Voldemort, whoâd ever heard of anything so ridiculous?
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Hi! First of all I *love* your guidelines. Iâm just recently getting into Stray Kids and while I will read smut about 2D men, smut about real people is off putting to me, so that was really cool to see. Anyway, I love love love your angsty shots. Theyâre so good! Could I put in a request? I was thinking like how they would all react like, they were out on a date and paparazzi get too aggressive with Y/N and it causes her to get hurt? (I had a dream where I was on a date with Bangchan and we were trying to get into the back of a car and once I got in a paparazzi went to the other side of the car and yanked me out and Bangchan was BIG mad at them, especially cause when I fell out of the car I broke my wrist from landing on it) ANYWAY SORRY FOR THE RANT Iâm just big in my feelings about these guys now and since itâs just new I know Iâm in for a ride. Thank you!
When Paparazzi Gets Too Violent
OT8 x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Slight cussing
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Bang Chan
The night had started off perfectly- just you and Chan enjoying a cozy dinner in a quiet restaurant. It had been a while since you two had some time to unwind, since he had been busy with a comeback, and he looked so relieved to just be in your company. You loved watching him let down his guard, his tired eyes softening as he smiled at you across the table.
But the peace didnât last long.
As soon as you both stepped out onto the street, the flashing lights and swarm of paparazzi descended. You heard your boyfriend let out a deafening sigh.
"Let's just get to the car," Chan whispered, his hand firm on the small of your back as he tried to guide you through the crowd of photographers, questions flying at both of you.
Despite his calm facade, you could feel his body tense under the pressure, his jaw clenching tighter each time someone shoved forward for a shot. You could tell he was on edge, trying so hard to keep his cool.
But then it happened.
You were just about to step into the safety of the car when a paparazzo grabbed you by the arm and yanked you backward. The sudden force threw you off balance, and before you knew it, you were crashing to the pavement. The pain in your wrist was immediate and sharp as you braced yourself on the concrete. The gasp you let out sent Chan into a rage.
"Y/N!" His voice was frantic as he rushed to your side, but the second his eyes landed on the man who had pulled you, something dark flickered across his face.
Bang Chan was not one to lose his temper. He was the leader, the level-headed one, but seeing you hurt because of someone elseâs carelessness was his breaking point.
He stood, stepping between you and the crowd, his entire posture shifting from protective to menacing in the blink of an eye. "What the hell do you think youâre doing?!" His voice was low and dangerous, and you could see the tension in his fists, knuckles white as he held himself back from doing something drastic.
The paparazzo who had grabbed you shrunk back under his icy glare, but the cameras kept flashing, people still trying to get closer.
Chan shoved him back, hard. "Get. Away. From her."
It was only when he heard your voice again, a weak "Chan, I'm okayâŠ" that he turned his attention back to you, his anger melting instantly into concern. His eyes softened as he knelt down beside you, his hands gentle as they reached for your wrist.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice shaky, filled with guilt. "Iâm so sorry. I shouldâve-"
You shook your head, biting back the pain, not wanting to make him feel worse. "It's not your fault."
But he wasnât having any of it. "Weâre going to the hospital," he said firmly, scooping you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. "And I swear, I' wonât let them get away with this. I'm ruining that bastard. "
Lee Know
You and Minho were just trying to enjoy a quiet evening stroll through the park- nothing fancy, just some much-needed alone time. Minho had been busy lately, so this was your chance to reconnect, to talk, to be close. The air was crisp, the city lights reflecting off the pond as you held hands, walking slowly. It was a short escape.
Paparazzi had a way of ruining even the quietest moments. You didnât notice them at first, but Minho did. His grip on your hand tightened subtly, his gaze shifting as they began to close in, cameras ready, questions already being flung at both of you.
He didnât say anything- just kept walking, his jaw set, but you could feel the tension in his steps, the way his body became a shield between you and them.
"Ignore them," he muttered under his breath, pulling you a little closer. His voice was calm, almost icy. Minho never gave them the satisfaction of a reaction.
But then one of the paparazzo's got too close- pushing past Minho to get a better shot of you. The sudden shove caused you to lose your footing, and before you could even process what was happening, you were on the ground, a sharp pain shooting through your knee.
You winced, your hands instinctively reaching for your leg, but before you could even say a word, Minho was already in motion.
He froze, his eyes narrowing in on the photographer who had knocked you down. The air around him seemed to grow colder, his usual composed demeanor unraveling in the blink of an eye. "Are you out of your mind?"
His voice was so calm it was terrifying.
Minhoâs eyes were dark as he stepped toward the paparazzo, and though he wasnât yelling, the quiet, seething rage in his voice made everyone around stop in their tracks. "Youâve got five seconds to leave before I make you regret it."
The man stammered, backing away, but Minho didnât even spare him another glance as he knelt down next to you, his hands surprisingly gentle as they inspected your scraped knee.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his tone soft and completely different from the menacing one he used just moments before.
You nodded, wincing as he brushed some of the dirt off your skin. "Itâs just a scratch though, I'll be okay."
His eyes softened, though you could still see the anger simmering beneath the surface. "Iâm sorry," he whispered, more to himself than to you. "The night's ruined now..."
You shook your head, knowing it wasnât his fault, but Minho wasnât easily reassured. He stood, lifting you in his arms as he headed toward the car. "Letâs go home. Iâm not letting you out of my sight again."
Changbin
Being with Changbin was always full of fun, laughter, and energy. Tonight was no different as you both walked hand-in-hand down the street after attending an small festival and grabbing a bit to eat. The air was light, and Changbin was chatting animatedly about music, making you giggle as he recounted a funny story from practice earlier.
But the night took a turn for the worse when you two were spotted. At first, it was just a few cameras, nothing unusual. Changbin was good at staying composed in these situations, but tonight, the crowd of photographers seemed to multiply within seconds, blocking your path as they shoved their cameras in your faces.
Changbinâs expression shifted instantly, his playful smile fading as he moved protectively in front of you. "Stay behind me," he muttered, his voice low and firm.
You did as he said, gripping his arm as he tried to push through the crowd, but the paparazzi werenât letting up. One of them shoved past Changbin, aiming for a close-up shot, and in the process, they knocked into you hard.
You stumbled backward, tripping over the uneven pavement and hitting your head against the side of a parked car. The impact sent a sharp pain through your skull, and you gasped, your hand flying to your head as you tried to steady yourself.
That was all it took for Changbin to snap.
His usually calm and playful demeanor was gone, replaced by a burning fury that made everyone around stop in their tracks. "What the hell do you think youâre doing?!" His voice boomed through the crowd as he stormed toward the man who had hurt you.
Changbin wasnât usually one to raise his voice in anger, but when he did, it was enough to make even the bravest person shrink back. The photographer stammered, trying to backpedal, but Changbin was already in his face, his fists clenched as he loomed over him.
"You touch her again, and I swear-"
"Changbin," you called out softly, trying to bring him back to reality as you cradled your head. "Iâm okayâŠ"
Hearing your voice, he snapped out of it, his expression softening instantly as he rushed back to your side. "Are you hurt? Let me see."
His hands trembled slightly as he gently brushed your hair away from your face, his eyes filled with guilt and concern. "Iâm so sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking.
You shook your head, trying to reassure him. "Itâs not your fault."
But Changbin wasnât convinced. He helped you into the car, his jaw still clenched as he muttered, "Iâm never letting them get near you again."
Hyunjin
Hyunjin had always been good at keeping his emotions in check when the paparazzi were involved, but tonight they seemed particularly aggressive. You two had just finished a late-night art gallery visit, one of Hyunjinâs favorite ways to unwind, when the paparazzi caught wind of your location.
At first, Hyunjin tried to ignore them, his arm securely around your waist as you both headed toward the car. "Donât look at them," he whispered, his voice calm but with an edge of anxiety. He hated the way they intruded on your private moments. Especially when you weren't too keen about having your face all over the internet.
But as you got closer to the car, the crowd surged forward, one of the photographers getting too close. In the rush, someone shoved you hard from behind, causing you to trip and fall forward. You reached out trying to grab Hyunjin- accidentally bringing him down with you, which caused the cameras to snap even more. Hyunjin had somehow landed on top of you; while you landed awkwardly on your elbow, pain shooting up your arm as you let out a soft cry.
Hyunjin had already gotten up but upon hearing your cry his entire body froze. His gaze shot down to where you were on the ground, and for a moment, he didnât move, the shock registering on his face. Then, something snapped.
His eyes blazed as he turned to the photographer who had caused your fall, his usually soft expression darkening with anger. "Why the hell would you think it's okay to get rough?!" he spat, his voice shaking with fury. Hyunjin wasnât one to yell, but the way his voice trembled with suppressed rage was even more terrifying.
He stalked toward the man, his entire body tense as if he was ready to lash out at any moment. "Do you have any idea what youâve done?" His voice was quiet, but the threat in his tone was unmistakable.
The photographer backed away, stammering apologies, but Hyunjin wasnât listening. His focus was on you now, his anger dissipating the second he saw you holding your elbow in pain.
"Y/NâŠ" He knelt down beside you, his hands hovering over your arm as if he was afraid to touch you in case he made it worse. "Where does it hurt, love? Iâm so sorryâŠI didnât see them coming towards you, it's my fault.â
You winced, trying to smile through the pain. "Iâll be okay."
But Hyunjin wasnât having any of it. "Weâre going to get your elbow checked out." he said firmly, his voice still shaking as he helped you to your feet. "And then we'll deal with the idiot who pushed you."
Jisung
Jisung had always been protective of you, but he wasnât one to confront others unless he absolutely had to. Tonight, however, the situation forced his hand.
You and Jisung were leaving a small café after a quiet date, enjoying the peace that came with being together without people around. But that peace was shattered when a swarm of cameras appeared out of nowhere, crowding around you both as you tried to make your way back to the car.
At first, Jisung tried to keep it together. His grip on your hand tightened as he led you through the mass of flashing cameras and shouted questions. His heartbeat raced, anxiety bubbling in his chest as he tried to remain calm for your sake. You could easily tell he was anxious by the way his hand shook in yours.
But then it happened.
One of the photographers got too close, bumping into you as she shoved her camera forward. The force of it sent you stumbling, your knee hitting the ground hard as you let out a sharp cry of pain.
Panic surged through Jisung. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he froze, his wide eyes darting between you and the crowd around you. He wanted to lash out, wanted to yell, but his anxiety made his words catch in his throat.
Instead, he knelt down beside you, his trembling hands hovering over your injured knee. "Y/N, are you okay?" His voice wavered, the fear and guilt evident in his tone.
You winced, trying to smile through the pain. "I think Iâm okay, just a bit scraped up."
Jisungâs mind raced. He knew he should say something, do something, but his usual anxious thoughts were louder than ever. What if he made it worse? What if he couldnât protect you?
But then he saw the look on your face- how you were trying so hard to stay strong even though you were in pain -and something in him snapped. His fear was replaced by a surge of protective anger.
Jisung stood up, his usually anxious eyes hardening as he faced the paparazzi. His voice was shaky, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. "Back off," he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper, but firm. "Youâve done enough."
The paparazza who had bumped into you tried to offer an apology, but Jisung wasnât listening. His focus was solely on you as he crouched back down, gently helping you to your feet. His hands were still shaking, but his grip was steady as he held you close.
"Iâm so sorry," he whispered, his eyes glistening with guilt and worry. "I shouldâve done more."
You shook your head, placing a hand on his cheek. "Itâs not your fault, Jisung. Iâm okay. And there isn't much you can do about them."
But Jisung wasnât convinced. He gently wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you limp toward the car. His voice was quiet, filled with an anxiety-fueled promise. "Iâll protect you better next time, I swear. I wonât let them hurt you."
As you both reached the safety of the car, Jisung finally let out the breath he had been holding, pulling you into a tight hug. His body trembled slightly, but his arms were firm around you, as if he was holding onto you for dear life.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with sincerity. "Iâm never letting this happen again. Never."
Felix
Felix had always been the softest, sweetest soul youâd ever met, but even the kindest person had their limits. Tonight, you found out exactly what that limit was.
You and Felix were on your way to a late-night movie when the paparazzi caught wind of your date. It started with a few photographers, nothing Felix couldnât handle. He just kept you close, his hand in yours, trying to keep the mood light as you both walked toward the theater. If anything, some cute and candid photos of his love for you would be broadcasted to the world. Nothing too bad about that, right?
But then the crowd started to grow, and they werenât just taking pictures- they were yelling questions, getting closer and closer with each step. Felixâs grip on your hand tightened, his steps growing faster as he tried to get you away from them.
"Just ignore them," he whispered, his usual bright demeanor gone as he focused on getting you to safety.
But then, in the chaos, one of the photographers reached out, grabbing your shoulder to pull you back for a better shot. The force of it caused you to stumble, your ankle twisting painfully as you cried out in surprise.
That was when everything changed.
That limit was reached.
Felixâs usually bright eyes darkened, a storm brewing behind them as he turned on the photographer who had dared to touch you. You had never seen him like this- his entire body radiated fury as he stepped toward the man, his voice low and dangerous.
"Touch her again, and I swear to God, I'll end you." Felixâs voice was a quiet snarl, each word laced with venom. He didnât have to yell to be terrifying. The photographer shrank back, clearly not expecting this reaction from the usually soft-spoken Felix.
But Felix didnât stop there. He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "You think you can just push her around like that?" His voice trembled with rage, his fists clenched at his sides as he held himself back from doing something he might regret.
Despite Felixâs usually soft-spoken nature, tonight, seeing you hurt pushed him beyond his breaking point. The paparazzo who had shoved you continued to cower as Felix approached him, his eyes blazing with a fury that you had never seen before.
No one had, really. You now understood why the members had once said Felix might have been the scariest one of them all, when he was truly angry.
"You think this is a game?" Your fiancé's voice was low, almost a whisper, but it was filled with a deadly calm that sent chills down your spine. His usually gentle demeanor had been replaced by something darker, more dangerous.
The paparazzi stuttered an apology, backing away, but Felix didnât move. He took another step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. "You donât get to touch her," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying an unmistakable threat. "You crossed a line, and that was a huge mistake."
The photographer muttered an apology, scurrying away, but Felix wasnât interested in anything he had to say. He turned back to you, his expression softening instantly as he saw you clutching your ankle.
"Oh, love," he whispered, his voice full of guilt and concern as he crouched down beside you. "I don't know how I got blessed with someone like you. The fact you put up with all of this is insane."
He helped you up. "Is your ankle, okay?"
"Yeah, I think I just landed on it weird I'll be fine..." Your voice was a bit shaky- not because you were in pain but because an angry Felix was...scary, to say the least. "I can walk- woah!"
Felix scooped you up into his arms effortlessly, the pure rush of adrenaline giving him a strength that you figured could rival Changbin's in the moment. His eyes still blazed with anger as he shot a look towards the rest of the paparazzi who left without another word. "They'll never bother us again." he promised, his calm. "I swear."
Seungmin
Seungmin was always calm under pressure, the voice of reason when things got chaotic. But even he had times where his rationale would fly out the window.
You and Seungmin were walking through the streets after dinner, enjoying a date night together when the paparazzi found you.
Or someone else for that matter. As you two quickly realized they were focused on a different idol who had happened to be in the same area. So, Seungmin just kept his arm around you, his posture relaxed, guiding you through around crowd without a word- without so much as a look to the cameras.
And you almost got away.
That was until more photographers joined in, pushing and shoving to get closer, to the other idol. Seungminâs calm demeanor began to slip. He tightened his hold on you, his eyes flickering with irritation as he tried to get you through the growing crowd.
"Just pay no mind," he muttered, his voice low, but you could hear the tension in it.
You nodded, staying close to him as you reached the end of the crowded space- but then another swarm of the pap came in and in the midst of chaos, someone pushed you from behind, causing you to stumble and fall against the pavement. Your hands hit the ground hard, scraping your palms as you let out a small whine, trying to get up but nearly stampeded in the process.
That was when Seungmin snapped.
His usually calm eyes darkened as he turned on the photographer who had pushed you, his entire body radiating fury. "What the hell is wrong with you?" His voice was low and controlled, but the anger in it was unmistakable.
One of the paparazza's turned to see Seungmin, who in the middle of the commotion had somehow lost his hat.
Seungmin wasnât the type to raise his voice, but the way he looked at the photographer made everyone around stop in their tracks for a second. The woman stammered, trying to back away, but Seungmin wasnât letting her off easily.
But the second the words left his mouth, he felt the cool breeze ruffle his hair and he knew he made a mistake. He mutter a curse under his breath and he rushed to your side blocking you from the paparazzi as their cameras started flashing in his direction. His hands were gentle as they reached for yours, inspecting the scrapes on your palms. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice full of guilt.
You nodded. "Iâll be fine."
"I'm sorry I drew attention to us." He murmured.
"It's okay."
But Seungmin's mood was ruined. He helped you to your feet, his eyes still flickering with anger as he glared at the paparazzi over his shoulder. "No pictures." he said firmly, his voice trembling with barely restrained fury as he guided you to where he had parked the car. It was no use, since they never listened. But he continued chanting it as he hid your face.
"I'm sorry, Y/N." He said once more. "They're the fucking worst."
Jeongin
You and Jeongin had been trying to enjoy a quiet day out, just the two of you exploring the city. Heâd been excited to show you some of his favorite spots, and the day had been perfect, but the inevitable happened.
Jeongin tensed the moment he saw the cameras approaching, his hand tightening around yours as he tried to keep his cool. "Just stay close," he whispered, his voice calm but a little shaky. "It hasn't happened to me yet but sometimes they can get rough..."
You could tell he was nervous, but he did his best to protect you, stepping in front of you as the photographers got closer. They started snapping pictures, throwing questions at you both, but Jeongin just kept walking, his arm securely around you.
But then one of the paparazzi got too close, pushing past Jeongin to get a better shot of you. The sudden shove knocked you off balance, and you tripped over the curb, falling hard onto the pavement. You cried out as you landed on your tailbone.
Damn that hurts.
You felt blood seeping on the back of your leg too, a shard of glass seeming to have cut through your pant and wounded your thigh.
Jeongin froze, his eyes wide with shock as he saw you on the ground and the bit of blood. For a moment, he didnât know what to do, his usual calm demeanor slipping as panic set in. "Y/NâŠ" he whispered, his voice trembling as he crouched down beside you.
"Where are you bleeding from?" he asked, his hands hovering over you as if he was too scared to touch you, afraid of making it worse.
You winced, in annoyance, since the fall was painful but not unbearable. "I think that there was a broken bottle..."
Jeonginâs eyes filled with guilt as he glanced back at the paparazzi, his usually soft expression hardening for just a moment. He wasnât the type to get angry easily in front of you, but seeing you hurt because of someone elseâs carelessness made something inside him snap.
He stood up, turning to face the photographer with a look of quiet fury. "You shouldnât have done that," he muttered, his voice low and steady, but there was a fire in his eyes that you had never seen before. "Get away now before I call the police on all of you."
When the paparazzi didn't listen his voice raised.
"I SAID LEAVE!" His voice was sharp and threatening. So much so the group immediately dissipated.
He quickly turned his attention back to you after making sure everyone was gone, his hands trembling slightly as he helped you up. "Iâm so sorryâŠ" he whispered, his voice thick with guilt as he wrapped an arm around you. "I didn't think they would do that..."
You shook your head, trying to reassure him. "Itâs not your fault, Innie."
Jeongin frowned, pulling you closer to him. "Next time we can bring one of the Hyungs. Then I can protect you better."
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I just read the poly 141 w/ past abuse reader and omg I love them all so much đ. Would it be possible for a pt.2 (obviously you don't have to) but like how 141 reacts if they encounter readers family or something along those lines you know? (Ps. I love your writing. It's just *chefs kiss* you are amazing and I hope you have a wonderful day lovely!)
Thank you for your kind words!! I love compliments sorry i soak them up like sponge but ne ways here is part 2 (though itâs on the shorter side) and i hope you have an amazing day!
Part 1
CW: mentions of abusive and neglectful family
You knew it would happen, sooner or later. You knew this fragile peace you had been given wouldnât last; it was only a matter of when that all of it would crumble apart and youâd be left-
âCalm down, love.â Johnâs hands settle on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing the tenseness out. His eyes are warm and so is his voice, his face, only for you. He squeezes, the touch grounding. âTake some deep breaths for me. Everythingâll be fine. Weâre right with you, remember?â
You do as he says, twisting the fabric of your clothes in your hands. Your lips are chapped- bitten raw even when you keep getting glossy kisses from Kyle and Johnny who have stolen your chapstick. Though you want to reply to him, you are far more focused on the that is parking right outside your shop.
You are being stupid, and you know it. Your parents are simply picking up a flower bouquet order. Thatâs it. Nothing more, nothing less, but you know how they are. Nevermind the fact the bouquet is for your sisterâs baby shower that you are not invited to anyways.
There is no reason for you to be so scared that all four of your boyfriends tagged along today for your sake (they would have tagged along anyways the second you mentioned your parents would be there).
You know, logically, that your parents are just here for the bouquet, but the familiar dread still claws at you, a reminder of all the ways theyâve made you feel small over the years. And yet, with Johnâs warm hands on your shoulders, Kyleâs steady presence, Johnnyâs easy grin, the fond pecks, and Simonâs quiet strength surrounding you, itâs different this time. Youâre⊠not alone.
Yet when the car door slams shut loudly, a shiver runs through you, but Kyleâs hand finds yours, grounding you along with John. âWe got you, yeah, dove?â he murmurs, giving you a reassuring smile that brings a little calm to your nerves. You nod, drawing a deep breath just as the door chimes and your parents step inside already looking so unimpressed with your shop. Theyâd always thought your passion for flower and plants was useless.
But they pause, taken aback by the sight of you with these men. You can feel the judgment in their gaze, the thinly veiled disapproval that once would have made you shrink. But now, with your boyfriends beside you, you⊠donât feel quite so afraid. You donât feel like you need to bury every part of yourself and only show the smoothed out edges your parents forced on you.
Your motherâs eyes narrow as she looks at you, at the way you arenât immediately bowing your head and making yourself smaller even if you remain as quiet as youâve been taught, and then she looks at the men standing protectively around you. âWeâre here for the bouquet,â she says, her tone clipped, as if even this brief interaction is an inconvenience. No greeting, not a single ounce of warmth. Typical, and by now the hurt has become far less sharp than it had ever been.
âHere it is, mother.â You say, your voice small but steady. Your hands only shake just a little as you show her the bouquet, thought itâs Johnny who gently takes it from your hands, all but shoves it towards your mother, and smiles at them.
Your fatherâs gaze shifts to you from Johnny, his mouth opening as if heâs about to say something scathing, but Simon steps forward, his posture relaxed but his eyes hard- and his mask makes him look even more intimidating. âAnything else you need?â he asks, his voice calm yet leaving no room for confrontation, or even any other request.
You donât mind this attitude, you realize. You are just- so glad itâs not you on the receiving end.
Your father hesitates, clearly taken aback and unused to being addressed so rudely, and you watch as he realizes he has no power here. None of his usual tactics- snide remarks, dismissive gestures, cold silence- can reach you. Not with these men shielding you, grounding you, and reminding you that you are worth so much more than their disdain.
ââŠWe are leaving.â He clears his throat instead, shooting you a scathing look that says they will definitely be calling you later and belittling you, but⊠you know you will not be alone to deal with that later. Not anymore. Your mother is shooting you displeased glares, her hands white around the bouquet. But she says nothing, and for that you are glad.
As they leave, at last, John chuckles softly, leaning down close to kiss your shoulder. âThey didnât expect that, did they?â
You shake your head, almost laughing, a strange, freeing sensation bubbling up in your chest. Kyle comes close and wraps his arms around your shoulders, an embrace so warm and gentle. âSee, love? You donât have to face them alone anymore.â
And you realize heâs right. You donât have to hold up a crumbling wall on your own anymore. These men have become the family you never had- solid, unwavering, reminding you every day that you deserve love and peace.
For the first time, you feel like maybe, just maybe, you can truly let go of the fear they instilled in you. For the first time, you feel like you can simply be yourself and be loved all the same for it.
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"Is it such a sin to stand up for yourself?" you mutter as tears blur your vision. The way he reacted was visceral, instinctive even. "You never have to stand up for yourself ever again," says Daemon, reaching a hand to you, "come."
Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader | 4k+ | cw: fem!reader, reader has brown hair, wife!reader, twin!Gwayne, arranged/forced marriage, canon divergence, alternate universe, slow burn, DD:DNE, panic/anxiety attacks, daddy issues/child abuse/family problems, mentions/depictions of mental/physical/psychosomatic illness, ye old misogyny, angst, typos, etc.
A/N: GUYS ITS STILL TOO FUCKING LONG I HAD TO CUT IT AGAIN. T_T canon stuff/medieval health care might not be accurate so ROLLLL with it ok. please consider leaving comments/reblogs because they really help me with the fic. | cross posted on ao3
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Daemon takes you to the dining room, and upon entering, you are met with Rhaenyra and Alicent, who were in the middle of eating lunch. For a split second, you are happy to see them both, but then you remember the horrible news regarding the princess's mother.
Daemon is taken off-guard by how you pull away from him. He knits his brows, following after you as you head towards his niece, deeply annoyed by how easily you disregard him. But upon hearing the words you speak, he freezes.
"My deepest condolences, my princess," you curtsy at Rhaenyra before placing a hand on her shoulder.
She is dejected and her eyes are sullen as she turns to you.
"She was in active labor last I saw her..." you shake your head, finding the words to say, "it is terrible to be without a mother," you turn to your sister, placing a hand on her shoulder as well, "the pain never quite leaves you. My sister and I know it well."
Rhaenyra turns back to her food, "how good to know."
You frown and crouch down beside her, "darling."
Rhaenyra slowly turns back to you, tears now falling from her eyes.
"Pain is difficult... but I've come to realize," you swipe her cheek, "it makes peace all the more precious." You chuckle under your breath when your own eyes begin to water, "I would know."
Alicent frowns, quickly feeling her own eyes well up at the display.
The same happens to Daemon. He watches three girls weep and his face hardens as he comes to Rhaenyra's side, "bisa tolÄ« kessa rÄbagon, ñuha riña." This too shall pass, my girl.
Rhaenyra turns to her uncle as he grabs her hand, heavy tears stream down her face, "ziry Ćdragon." It hurts.
Daemon is supposed to say something, but then he notices Alicent begin to fuss over you. You softly brush her off as you come to stand. Alicent is quick to stand with you, and she is glad to have done so, because you nearly topple back.
Rhaenyra's hand is quickly dropped when Daemon comes to your side, calling out your name. You sheepishly turn to him, apologizing over and back as he escorts you to a seat.
Rhaenyra stares at you as her uncle sits you in the chair across her She watches how Daemon treats you, thinking she's never seen him treat anyone like this before, much less a lady. It makes her sorrow all the more sour.
He brushes your back but only calms after your food is served and he's seen you eat a few bites. He takes a goblet of wine but his eyes remain fixed on you, "better?"
You turn to him, sheepish, still, "I am. Thank you, darling."
Alicent's eyes widen at the sound of the pet name. Rhaenyra rolls her eyes with a huff. It is precisely that sound that makes you realize what you've said. You were used to referring to Alicent and Rhaenyra that, it came so naturally this moment, "I- I mean-"
"Where is your father?" Daemon turns to Rhaenyra, seemingly not noticing your slip up. He did notice, but why wouldn't you call him darling?
Rhaenyra clenches her jaw as she shakes her head, "mourning his lost heir."
Both you and your husband's face fall. You turn from the princess to the prince, reaching for his hand. Daemon clutches your hand as his brows constrict, "your brother is dead?"
"Just last night," Rhaenyra absentmindedly stirs her food, "his and my mother's funereal will be held in a few hours."
Your heart hurts for her, "my deepest sympathies for your losses, princess."
There is a thick silence for a moment. You all find it quite hard to eat, but you do so regardless. You force feed yourself through the unpleasant churn in your belly. After a while, you look across the room, finding that it looked everyone was experiencing the same thing. You break the silence, turning to your sister, "perhaps Alicent can accompany you to the temple to pray. It did always help me."
Alicent turns to Rhaenyra, but she does not react.
Your sister looks back at you and you give her a nod of encouragment. Alicent thinks for a moment, "a walk there be good for you as well."
You smile at the red haired girl.
"My prayers are terrible," Rhaenyra mumbles.
You huff and frown at the thought, "it is impossible. No prayer is terrible, especially not one spoken in earnest."
Rhaenyra remembers how her septa would use you as an example for praying. She sniffles, "would you join us, aunt?"
You perk and immediately nod, "I would love t-"
"No," Daemon quips, placing his silverware down, "I do not want to be subjected to tolling bells and incense."
You all turn to him as Daemon turns to you. You slowly shake your head, "if... that is the case, you do not have to come."
Daemon's eyes widen ever so slightly in offense.
"Perhaps you can wa-"
"Kesan daor mÄ«tepagon ao ñuha ÄbrazÈłrys," I will not lend you my wife, says Daemon to Rhaenyra.
You turn from your husband to his niece. Rhaenyra looks back at you, "he says he will not lend you to me."
Your lips part, giving him a look, "Daemon."
"She has your sister," he turns to you, "if they need another companion, lend her your ward."
A long silence passes.
Rhaenyra stares her half-empty plate and decides that's as much as she'll ever get to eat in this moment. She pushes her chair back and stands, "I'm quite finished," she looks between the table. Alicent takes a final spoonful before standing as well.
"Raqagon aĆha ÄbrazÈłrys, kepa," enjoy your wife, uncle, Rhaenyra says as she walks off. Alicent follows after her, and both girls look at you as you stand to greet them goodbye. Daemon simply looks at his niece.
Rhaenyra, though she always harbored a special affection towards her uncle, could not find it in her to project her ire out on you, for you were nothing but kind to her, and after all, you were her closest friend's older sister. She nods at you as she leaves, "princess."
"Princess," you nod back and do the same for Alicent, "sister. Take care of each other."
Once they are gone, you sit back down and glare at Daemon.
It takes a moment for him to realize it. When he catches your look, his brows contort. You immediately quip, "would it very hard for you to stomach the ambience of the temple for an hour?"
Daemon turns back to his plate. He thinks of the night he came to you at the temple, "just because I came for you does not mean I wish to do the same for Rhaenyra."
You knit your brows deeply, not having a clue on what he's saying, "what?"
The image of sorrowful wailing still haunts him, and your prayer for death is not something he wishes to hear ever again. You cannot pray such prayers if you are not in that fucking place, "I forbid you from going to the temple."
"You forbid me?" you ask, flabbergasted.
"It is my prerogative where I go, and-" he turns back to you, "where my wife does."
You stare at him for a moment. You feel frustration bubble in your belly, "Daemon."
Anger bubbles in his belly.
You reach for his hand and gaze upon him in confusion, "the child's mother is dead."
He looks at your hand before his away, "I knew her mother longer than she has."
You chuckle in disbelief, pulling your head back. He looks at you, jaw set and eyes glassy. You shake your head slowly, "that's not fair."
"Isn't it?" Daemon laughs, hurt by your sentiment.
"Her mother is dead," you shake your head rapidly, "she who taught her everything she kno-"
Daemon stands abruptly, jaw and fists clenched tightly, making you flinch. He stares at you for a long moment and you feel your breath begin to grow heavy. You slowly reach for his hand, half expecting him to rip his arm away. When he does not, you come to a stand, "Dae-"
"You impress me with your commitment to understand everyone else but I."
His words stab you like a spear through the chest. Your eyes begin to water, "is that what you think I'm do-"
"Then what?!" he snaps, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks.
You begin to sob and you take his cheeks, "I'm trying to make you understand what I am thinking, why I want to go with Rhaenyra, because I know what it fee-"
"Do I not mourn?" Daemon swats your hand away from him. He quickly turns away when his tears begin to fall. He does not get to notice how you twitch at his action, nor how instantly your heart begins to race.
He walks off to the door, stopping for a moment, waiting for you to come after him. You do not.
More accurately, you cannot. You clutch your chest and try to calm yourself before you slip into a full blown attack. You force yourself to take five deep breaths, and thankfully, you do not feel light headed.
Daemon, too wrapped up in his self-suffering, does not even think to look at you and storms out of the dining room.
By the time the doors slam shut, you are able to bring yourself to go after your husband. You move as quickly as you can, convincing yourself sprinting was worth it if you managed to catch up to Daemon. The thing was, you were still a terrible runner, and it if wasn't hard enough to catch your breath, you were screaming out the prince's name as you did, making it doubly hard.
Daemon, on the other hand, did not have to try to walk as fast as he did. He is walking so fast, if anyone were to crash into him, they would shoot off and hurt themselves.
It doesn't take long for you to lose your breath, and though you didn't want to, your body to forces you to stop. You were so close. You managed to catch a whiff of Daemon's silver hair, but now everything was turning silver... then black. You reach to the side to lean against the wall, but you miscalculate your reach and shift your weight, only to slip and crash roughly onto the ground.
You're so out of breath, no sound comes out of you when you crash. The pain is immense, yet you are rendered mute. Your ribs throb at the impact of colliding against the stone floor. You do not know it, but your nose it bleeding too.
It's a wonder that you did not pass out. Or perhaps it was the gods' will for you to feel fibre of your body strangle itself from how your lungs struggled, as punishment for being unkind to your husband.
You do know know it, but two Gold Cloaks find you on the floor. They are quick to bring you to the maester's ward. You hear them explain to the measter how they found you, and you muster up your remaining energy to say, "Daemon... please."
The two Gold Cloaks understand and leave with the intent of sending your husband to you. They will not manage to find him till much later for he went off on dragonback.
You lie on one of the cots in the maester's ward, staring at the ceiling you've come to know all too well. You know your maester can do little to help you in this moment, but you are grateful for his care nonetheless.
"You mustn't strain yourself in your condition, your grace," the old man says, "you are carrying a child within you."
You tense at his words. Your sit up and straighten your back, rapidly shaking your head, "b-but, maester, how can that be? It cannot be."
He offers you a solemn look, "your father, Lord Hand, has made us monitor you-"
"He does not finish inside me," you quip and frantically motion, "he- he... he spills on my skin. How then can I be with child?"
The maester is taken aback by your confession. He does not give himself away though and calmly explains, "it is still possible for... the seed take root from premature ejaculation."
You are floored by this information. You shake your head in disagreement, "butâ he will not believe me."
"He does not have to. It does not ch-"
"He will do everything to villainize me. He will accuse me of infidelity."
He frowns, "I can explain it to-"
"No!" you grab his arms, "you must not tell him! You must not tell a soul."
He pulls his head back, "your grace..." he brings your hands slowly off him, "you can only hide such a thing for so long."
You shake your head and bring yourself to stand, "it is a worry for another time."
"Wait- you cannot leave-"
"I cannot miss the queen's funeral."
The maester does his best to prevent you from leaving. He calmly tries to lead you back to bed and explain that no one would fault you for being unable to attend. You are persistent however and managed to get out of the room. Two other maesters come and try to reel you back in, and it is the same time your wards come running in.
News of you fainting had spread like wildfire, and both their faces were marked with avid worry. "Princess!" they call in unison.
"Make them release me!" you wail in exhaustion as you fight off the maesters.
"She cannot go," your maester says, "she is far too weak."
"Unhand her this instant!" Erryk barks, ready to forcefully shove the old men away from you.
The maesters pull away in shock and confusion as Erryk imposes upon them. Arryk is the one to keep you upright, and he is horrified by the state you are in. You lean into his armour, lulled by his hard steel as you sigh in exhaustion.
"You would subdue her in such a state?" Arryk snaps.
"She is hysterical," the maester says, "she is not strong enough to-"
"Aye, but she's strong enough to fight off 3 grown men?" Arryk grits his teeth as he keeps you upright, "have you not given her medication?"
He sighs, "there is no medication fo-"
"Then what business has she here?" Erryk raises his brows, "you'd keep her to rot?"
The man scoffs, "I am offended, ser, that you think you know better than I when it comes to the health of the princes."
"I do know better," Erryk snaps, "you will not treat her like a prisoner if she asks to leave again."
"Ha!" the maester snaps, "fine! I'm sure the days you've spent gutting men has made you learned in the ways to heal them, ser."
With that, the maesters leave and you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders. You sigh as Erryk turns to you, seeing the hardness of his face soften in real time. You frown, "you should not have done that."
"My duty?" he narrows his eyes, "they had you surround like a criminal."
Arryk nods, "I fear they might have bruised you."
You sigh, fighting back tears. You steel yourself away and shake your head, "I should prepare for the funeral."
You do just that and Erryk and Arryk escort you to the funeral. You immediately spot Daemon, but he was stood beside his brother and niece, so you did not think it proper to interlope. You find Alicent standing just a few paces from Rhaenyra and debate to join her, but then you see the Lord Hand farther behind her, and you feel the need to cry.
"Papa," you mumble to yourself as you go to him.
Your father is quick to recognize your distress once you come to him, and quickly takes you under his arm. It is so instinctive, the Cargyll twins are shocked by it. They were supposed to keep close watch on you, but they decided to give you and your father privacy.
Otto had long decided physical affections were no use to you, and yet in this moment, he pulls you into him, securing one arm your shoulders. You press your cheek into his chest as you steal a glance at the king. Viserys stands before two lifeless bodies, and the sight mirrored that of the day your mother died.
You wrap your arms around your father.
He sighs, eyes throwing daggers at the Rogue fucking prince, "did he take the news badly?"
You shake your head, "I have not told him."
Otto sighs again, agitated and disappointed. His face is crestfallen as calls out your name, "what happened then?"
"I am terrified."
Your father tenses and clenches his jaw. He strokes your hair, doing his best to ignore the awful sounds you were making. "The gods with strengthen you, daughter." he turns to Alicent, "I will take care of it, my girl."
After the funeral, once Otto made sure you are taken care off, he goes to his other daughter and asks about the princess. Alicent is quick to explain to him that Rhaenyra is so much like you when your mother died, "I have not seen Rhaenyra in such a state."
Otto offers Alicent a soft smile, placing a hand on her cheek, "you are ever empathetic, daughter, to both the princess and your sister."
"Sister did not look well at the funeral either. I should check up on her."
"That won't be necessary," her father raises a hand, "I've seen to her already. She needs only to rest now."
Alicent slowly nods.
"You ought to offer some empathy to the king however."
The girl tenses at the thought.
"Unlike your princesses, the king does not have people to go to at this time. Even now, he's secluded himself in his chambers. It would be good of you to go to him from time to time, if only to express how you keep him in your prayers."
Alicent tries to make sense of it. She clenches her jaw, "wouldn't it be more appropriate for you to do this, father?"
He chuckles lowly, "how much sadder would he be if a widower offer another widower his bitter prayers?"
She stills at the thought and understands. Or so she thinks.
Otto smiles and places a hand on her shoulder, "it might be best if you keep private your visits to him. You need not explain your concern to Rhaenyra to further distress her."
She nods in understanding. In truth, she does not understand the true intentions of her father, and will not until it is far too late.
As this was happening, you were trying to get ahold of Daemon. You could not for he was quick to leave the funeral right after it concluded. He had seen you crying to your father and wanted to wash his eyes with alcohol, unwanting to behold such a gruesome sight. It stung far too much that you sought comfort in that cunt face. Why didn't you cry to him instead?
Daemon washes alcohol down his throat instead with members of his City Watch at his favorite brothel. Mysaria is there to keep him company and though her touch and words are gentle, he cannot find solace in them like he once did.
The two guards who had found you on the floor earlier today hear about the gathering and go to the prince to tell him what had happened to you.
"Your grace."
Daemon sulks as he stares at a cup of wine. Mysaria, who was stood behind his chair, looks at the men then to the silver haired man, "my prince. These men want to speak to you."
"Wha-what for?" he snaps through a hiccup.
"Your wife, my prince," one says.
Mysaria stiffens, lips parting. She was not a stranger to Daemon's foul moods and prided herself in easily defusing them. It changed when he married the Hightower girl. Though it was evident most of his frustrations stemmed from you, you were too much of a touchy subject, which is why she says, "I do not think he wants to talk about her."
"A whore should not stand meddle with concerns she cannot understand."
Mysaria scoffs, thinking about how Daemon fucked her once and called out his bride's name. When she brought it up after, he screamed, telling her he doesn't pay her to ask questions. She steps back and crosses her arms, "be my guest then."
One of the two guards lean forward in an attempt to gain the attention of the distracted man, "prince Daemon. We wished to report something regarding your wife."
Daemon ticks. He had been gazing into space, but now he has the wits to pours himself a drink, "is she dead now too?"
The two are taken aback. Mysaria steps back a few paces.
"N-no, your grace. But she-"
"Then do not FUCKING mention her to me!" Daemon snaps, jolting from his seat. His scream was loud enough to cause the noise to cease. He grabs his cup and downs his drink in one go. He then pushes past the two guards and begins to monologue.
"The gods give as the gods take," he says, voice horse and eyes misty. "Try as they may, I am not so easily replaced."
The room is solemn as they look upon the prince. He is clearly distraught and wholly drunk.
He stares at his cup, "wine does not taste sweeter with tears. Tonight, we drink to the Heir For A Day..." he burps, "perhaps he would have liked wine."
Back in the keep, as Alicent leaves her father's quarters, you go to them, which is why you cross paths. She is concerned by how you lean into ser Cargyll's arm as you walk, and immediately comes to your side, "sister?"
"Alicent," you smile, immediately perking up.
"Lady Hightower," the knight greets her.
"It's ser Erryk," you playfully whisper with a smile.
Alicent turns to you and offershim as soft smile, "ser Erryk."
"You spoke to father, surely," you take her hand, making her look back at you, "is his mood grim?"
She shakes her head, "no. He is... relatively placid, I think."
"Good," you break away from Erryk. He assures you are firmly planted on your feet before releasing you, "I can talk to him then."
"Shouldn't you rather be resting?" she asks in concern.
"It is urgent. I-" you shake your head, "I cannot delay any further."
Alicent realizes then that your hair was fully undone and slightly messy now. You were also in your thick velvet robe, and it only causes her further concern. "I know I am not Gwayne, but if there is anything you wish to speak of," she squeezes your hands, "I am hear to lend an ear."
Your lips wobble, but you steel yourself away. You crush your sister into your arms and pepper her cheeks with kisses, "my sweet girl. I am five years your senior. I must lend you my ear." You pull away and cup her cheeks. You frown when you see her glassy eyes, "do not worry for me."
She chuckles rather sadly, "we help but worry always for those we love."
Erryk heart pinches at the solemn exchange of the two sisters. He is glad to know that at least one more person in your family loved you with gentleness. He makes mental note to encourage you to write to your brother.
When Alicent leaves, you take a breath before knocking on the Hand's door.
"Enter."
You walk in and find your father busy at his desk.
"Father."
Otto looks up at you, immediately coming to stand, "what's wrong?"
You close the door behind him, catching Erryk's encouraging gaze. He nods before you shut the door. You turn to you father, finding he was already walking towards you.
He takes your hand, inspecting you. He speaks your name carefully, and it softens your frigid demeanor, "what has happened?"
You smile sadly, "I cannot sleep."
He sighs, partially relieved it is nothing so severe. He walks towards the door, "I will have one of the maids send you warm milk and honey."
"There is something I must tell you," you say, making him stop.
He turns back you, antsy over your serious tone, "if it is regarding Daemon. Do not worry. I have designs to keep him on a leash."
You release his hand and turn to your feet.
His expression hardens. He knows whatever you have to say is grave because you can no longer look at him. He steps forward and takes your cheeks, "daughter."
You look up at him, face stained with tears.
"Go to bed," he wipes your cheeks, "you'll muster the nerve to tell your husband the news soon en-"
"He does not finish inside me, father."
"..."
"I've-" you choke on your breath, "I've spoken about it to the maesters and he's explained it is possible for the seed to take root from premature ejaculation but-"
"Have you strayed?" Otto tightens his hold a fraction.
You are aghast by his statement and rapidly shake your head, "father, I wou-"
"Then there is nothing to fear," he cuts you off, brows tensing, "your child will be born with silver hair and violet eyes, and-"
"Only I inherited your hair color," you mumble, beginning to tremble, "if my child looks too much like meâ" you rapidly shake your head, "he will-"
"Enough," he snaps, shaking you slightly.
You chest begins to tighten.
Otto notices and brushes your hair out of your face. He recites the common prayer you used to pray with your mother, "Seven, hear me. Father, strengthen me. Mother, protect me. Warrior, dâ"
"Defend me," you sigh, joining in, "Smith, mend me."
"Mend my daughter," Otto mumbles softly.
"Maiden, beautify me," you say together, "Crone, enlighten me. Stranger, guide me."
Otto nods and strokes your hair, "now breathe."
It takes a few deep breaths, but you are calm now. He leads you to the door and opens it. "Oh, good," he says, once spotting your ward, "you're not entirely useless."
Erryk walks over to you, ignoring your father completely as he takes you by the arm.
"Take her to bed and have some warm milk and honey served to her."
"Yes, my lord," he says, though not sparing the lord a glance.
You, however, do, looking back with a soft smile, "good night, father."
He is about to reply, but then comes a servant boy, holding a plate of crackers and cheese, who freezes at the sight of the crowded entry. He thinks he's made a mistake, so he turns to leave, but Otto raises a hand and beckons the boy over, "come."
The boy walks past you, mumble a soft, "milady."
You smile and nod, "good evening."
Erryk eyes him suspiciously as he enters the room but refocuses on walking you back.
Otto closes the door and the boy places the crackers on the table. The man circles 'round to his desk and sits down, "what news do you bring me today?"
"Prince Daemon at the brothel, milord," the boy says, rolling back and forth on his heels.
The Lord Hand's face twists in contempt. He pulls his desk open and procures a cold coin.
The boy gleefully takes it and begins to explain the events that take place.
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đ đąđđđđđŠ : you and mattheo reunite after two painful months of being away during summer.
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two months. sixty-five days. a thousand five hundred and sixty hours. that was the amount of time mattheo had spent away from you. two months of being secluded from the rest of the world, and from his own world, his girlfriend. two months of enduring the worst and most painful pain, both mentally and physically, inflicted by his father.
ever since heâd started at hogwarts, six years ago, mattheo had always dreaded the time he had to go back to the place others called âhome.â despite the whispers and reputation that followed him at school, hogwarts was his refuge. it was the one place that gave him space away from his biggest enemy. because thatâs what voldemort was to him, his enemy, not his father.
although mattheo rarely opened up about his family life. or the lack thereof, it was painfully clear for you what he was going through. you knew he would return to school with bruises on his body and scars on his heart, reminders of whatever horrors he had been through at the riddle mansion. the truth was, you had spent the entire summer in a state of anxiety, unable to sleep and feeling like a piece of your soul was missing and hurting. the fact that you couldnât contact him gnawed at you and made you full of guilt and worry.
âyou donât understand ! if something happened, i would never know,â you had told his friends, who you kept in touch with during the summer. âare you sure heâs okay? i want him back, i canât bear the thought of him going back there again.â you declared when they all tried to reassure you.
as you said your final goodbyes to your family on the train platform, your eyes wandered the crowded station, desperately looking for the familiar brown-eyed boy you craved like oxygen. one by one, your friends appeared, excited to be back here for another year at hogwarts. you forced a smile, hugging them and making small talk, while fighting to keep your mind off mattheoâs missing presence..
once on the train, pansy cornered you and began to share every detail of her summer flings. you listened politely, but eventually you excused yourself, heading away from your friends and wandering through the narrow corridor of the train. still no sign of mattheo. your heart sank a little more every time you passed through another compartment where he wasnât.
finally, you found an empty compartment and entered it, sitting down and resting your head against the cool glass of the window. the rhythm of the train was comforting, and despite your best efforts to stay awake, your fatigue won the battle. âwhere are you, matt ?â you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips before you fell in a deep sleep.
the gentle movement of the train and the distant sound of voices in other compartments surrounded you as you slept, your body curled up on the wooden seat. the weight of the past few months, of sleepless nights and constant worry finally caught up with you, pulling you into a deep slumber.
you didnât hear the compartment door open. you didnât see the familiar figure standing there, hesitating, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at you for the first time in what felt like forever. mattheoâs heart ached at the sight of you, your face peaceful but marked by the signs of exhaustion and worry.
for a moment he just stood there, letting the reality of your presence wash over him. he had replayed this moment in his mind countless times during those two long months, as it was the only thing that kept him going. but nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming rush of emotions now that he was here, seeing you again.
finally, unable to bear the distance any longer, he stepped forward. slowly, carefully and as if afraid to break the fragile peace of the moment, he knelt down beside you, his hand trembling as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face.
the touch was featherlight, but it was enough to wake you up. your eyes fluttered open, the memories of your dreams slowly giving way to reality. and then you saw him. mattheo, his familiar brown eyes filled with something deep and raw, something that made your breath catch in your throat.
âmattheoâŠâ you whispered, as if saying his name would make him disappear, as if he was just another dream. but he was real, he was here with you, cupping your cheek and brushing it softly with his calloused fingertips. âitâs me,â he murmured with a rough voice filled with emotions. âiâm here, love.â
you sat up with a pounding heart, your hands reaching out to touch him, to make sure he was real. your fingers traced the lines of his face, the familiar curve of his jaw, the faint bruises that were fresh on his skin. your eyes unconsciously filled with tears, and you couldnât hold them back any longer. âi was so scared,â you choked out, your voice breaking. âi didnât know if⊠i thought-â
âshhâ mattheo whispered, pulling you into his arms, holding you close as your body shook with sobs. âiâm sorry. iâm so sorry.â you clung to him, your fingers digging into the fabric of his robes as if you could somehow keep him with you, keep him away him from leaving you again. your touch was hurting his bruised body but he didnât budge, because your presence was worth all the hurt in the world. âdonât ever leave me like that again,â you pleaded against his chest. âi canât lose you, mattheo.â
he held you tighter, his own eyes stinging with tears he refused to let fall. âi wonât â he promised, his voice thick with emotion. âi wonât ever leave you again.â for a long moment, the two of you just held each other with nothing left but the sound of your breathing, the beating of your hearts in sync. you slowly pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands still cradling his face.
âyouâre hurt,â you said softly, your eyes tracing the bruises, the dark circles under his eyes, the pain that was visibly there. âwhat did he do to you?â mattheo shook his head slightly, closing his eyes for a moment as if trying to block out the memories. âit doesnât matter,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. âiâm here now. thatâs all that matters, iâm home.â because that was the truth, no matter how much time he spent back at the riddle manor, the only real home he had was you.
you opened your mouth to say that it did matter, that he couldnât just brush it off like that and that you needed him to talk to you, but the look in his eyes stopped you. there was a darkness there, a pain that made your heart ache. you knew he wasnât ready to talk about it, not yet. so you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. âokay,â you whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. âyouâre home, baby.â
mattheo seemed to melt under your touch and closed his eyes, his arms still wrapped tightly around you as if he was afraid that you would disappear. but you didnât. you stayed right there, grounding him and reminding him that you would never leave. âi missed you so much,â you broke the silence, whispering. âevery day, every night⊠it was like a part of me was missing.â
âi missed you too,â mattheo admitted, his voice barely audible. words of affirmations were rare for him, so you cherished each one of his words. âit was the only thing that kept me going. knowing that iâd come back to you.â you looked into his eyes, seeing the truth in his words, the vulnerable side of him he didnât let anyone else see. you rested your forehead against his, softly tracing the shape of his lips and trying to memorise every single feature of his face.
âiâm not letting you go back there again,â you whispered, your voice steady despite the tears that were about to fall again. âi want to be with you, always.â your boyfriend nodded and tightened his grip on you. âi wonât leave you again, i promiseâ he declared, a promise he intended to keep.
with that, he pressed a delicate kiss on your soft lips, both of you afraid to hurt one another. you kissed him back, reassuringly tangling your fingers in his curled hair as his hand found your waist, fitting perfectly like a missing puzzle piece. it was gentler than your usual desperate and hunger filled touches, but it meant everything, a promise that the two of you would only ever stay together and protect one another.
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Hello!!!! How are you? Are you willing to do a Benjicot X Tully!Reader oneshot?
Benji being a little puppy in love with a serious, blunt, very introverted and book-loving Tully, since they were children, and that is the reason why he often bothered her. Tully! Reader has a habit of throwing things at his head when she loses her patience.
Many hugs đđđđ€đ€đ€
You can hear it in the silence.
pairing: Benjicot Blackwood (fancast!Kieran Burton) x Tully!fem!reader (no physical descriptions of reader)
warnings: none, pure fluff
summary: You and Benjicot Blackwood meet as children and proceed to hate each other for years. Until one day, you didn't.
word count: 3.1kÂ
author note: Thank you so much for the request! Iâm sorry it took me a little while to complete it, but I hope I did your story idea justice. Iâm hesitant to say this because I should be working on the next part of âI love you. Itâs ruining my life.â but I have an idea for a part 2 to this story, so let me know if there is interest! Love you babes. Happy reading!Â
On your tenth name day, Benjicot Blackwood put a frog in your bed.
First light had not yet broken. You floated in that hazy space, not quite dreaming and not quite awake, content to stay beneath the warmth of your covers.Â
You had stayed up too late the night before. After stealing a half dozen honey cakes from the kitchens, you had wandered to the library, seeking comfort from the rows upon rows of books until the hour of the wolf ushered in your name day.Â
You did not recall how you made it from the library to your bed. Your father most likely.Â
Lord Elmo Tully was prone to sleepless nights, and often took to walking Riverrun at night to ease his troubles. On more than one occasion, he had found you face down on a study table, cheek pressed into the page of a book, after spending too many hours lost in tales of knights and princesses and children of the forest. And each time he found you, he would pick you up gently, careful not to wake you, and carry you back to bed.
Elmo Tully was not always the most present father. But he did not discourage your preferences for reading over needlework. He defended you when the Septa scolded you for ink-stained hands and unkempt dresses. And he did not try to force friendship between you and the other ladies your age.
You would not call yourself a lonely child. Although you often kept your own company, you did not mind the solitude, did not mind the quiet and peace compared to the noise and chatter that often accompanied children your own age. Sure, there were those in Riverrun who called you strange when they thought you and the rest of the Tullys were out of earshot, never daring to speak too loudly when your grandfather was the Lord Paramount.Â
Not that the whispers bothered you. As long as you had books and honey cakes, you were happy to be alone.Â
A fact that you were rudely reminded of when you rolled over in bed on the morning of your tenth name day, seeking out the touch of your favorite doll. But instead of feeling the soft, plush doll, you felt something slimy and cold and wet. And then you heard a distinct croak.Â
Screaming, you leapt out of bed, sheets twisting around your body. Frantic to get away from whatever creature had scurried into your bed. You landed on the floor with a harsh thud. From your vantage on the floor, you saw a frog leap from your bed toward the window on the far side of the room.
Frogs were not an uncommon sight at Riverrun. After all, your home was surrounded on all sides by rivers and moats and marshland. But never in your life had you heard of a frog sneaking into someoneâs bed.Â
Only when you heard laughter on the other side of your chambersâ door did you realize what had happened.Â
You cheeks flashed hot as you picked yourself up off the floor. Seeing red, you threw the door open, a glare so disapproving on your face that it would have turned a lesser man to stone.Â
But not the idiots who stood before you.Â
Your brothers, Oscar and Kermit, were clutching onto each other, eyes nearly in tears from the force of their laughter. You would have words with them later. You knew the real culprit behind the prank.Â
Leaning against the wall with an insufferable smirk on his face was Benjicot Blackwood. Heir to Raventree Hall, your brothersâ best friend, and the bane of your existence.Â
âSomething amiss, my lady?â He had the audacity to ask.Â
At the age of two and ten, Benjicot was tall for his age. He had not quite grown into himself, all long limbs and sharp angles. Despite his prowess with a dagger and sword, he had not yet matured out of his love for boyish pranks.Â
And he especially loved tormenting you.
Benjicot had no younger siblings. His aunt Alysanne was the closest relative to his age, but she had little patience for Benjicot, preferring her bow to most people. A sentiment you shared.Â
You first met Benjicot when you were seven, and he was nine. For the last three years, Benjicot had spent a few weeks in the high summer months as a ward at Riverrun, training and sparring and hunting with your brothers. The three were thick as thievesâOscar and Kermit had loved Benjicot instantly. All close in age, all young and eager to prove themselves.
You had never been close with your brothers. You had little in common with them. But when Benjicot came to stay, and when you watched them laugh and joke and share secrets, you felt that sharp pang of otherness. Felt the sting of always being on the outside, both from your own family and the rest of those who resided at Riverrun.Â
And now he had dared to pull a prank on you on your name day.Â
âThe only thing amiss is your presence here, Blackwood. Were you not supposed to return to Raventree Hall yesterday?âÂ
Benjicot shrugged. âI wouldn't dream of missing your name day.âÂ
You wanted to launch yourself at him, tackle him to the ground and remove that insufferable smirk from his face. You resisted the urge, but just barely.Â
âThe best name day present you could have given me would have been your absence.â You sneered.Â
Huffing a laugh, Benjicot straightened and grabbed your brothers by the shoulder, nudging them away from your chambers. âSorry to disappoint. I had rather hoped you would have liked the frog.âÂ
Turning away from you and following your brothers, Benjicot called out over his shoulder, "Perhaps you should have kissed the frog, my lady. Could have turned it into a prince like in all those fairytales you love so much.âÂ
You clenched your fists and tried to think of clever response. But nothing came to mind, so you settled for slamming your door closed. You could still hear the echo of their laughter in the hallway.Â
Back against the door, cheeks hot and flushed, you slid to the floor and wrapped your arms around your legs, bringing your knees to your chest.Â
It was not the first time Benjicot Blackwood made you cry.Â
No matter how hard you tried to ignore Benjicot during his yearly visits, you were never successful in escaping him. Every year he managed to find you, tease you, get under your skin and stay there.Â
There was the year he hid rotting fish in the floor boards of your chambers. The smell was so unbearable that you had to move rooms.Â
Or the time he startled you when you were helping a kitchen maid carry a sack of flour, sending the sack flying and leaving you looking like a ghost.Â
Passing you the salt instead of sugar for your tea, causing you to spew tea all over the dining table at breakfast.Â
Hiding your favorite books in the armory. (When you finally discovered the books, you chased Benjicot around the training yard, hurling the books at his head, much the amusement of your father and brothers.)Â
Sending you on false errands on supposed orders from your father, resulting in you interrupting a meeting of the River lords that left you so embarrassed and humiliated that you refused to come out of your chambers for three days.Â
Benjicot never went too far, never did anything so terrible as to warrant true ire from your father and grandfather. Each time you voiced your hatred for Benjicot and his pranks to them, begging them to send him back to Raventree Hall, they patted your head, said boys would be boys, and moved on.Â
With each passing year, your tolerance for the pranks grew less and less. Even if you had come to expect them.Â
So, on your fifteenth name day, you were not surprised when Benjicot sought you out in the library.Â
You knew he had arrived for his stay earlier in the day. He was delayed in returning to Riverrun this yearâa skirmish with the Brackens had resulted in weeks of tension and negotiations amongst the River lords.Â
At seven and ten, Benjicot was nearly a man. He had grown into his height and filled out in his shoulders, lean and strong and, if rumors were to be believed, now lethal with a sword and dagger.Â
Never backed down from a challenge. Fearless in a fight. Ruthless to those who crossed him.Â
Your brothers, with all the cleverness in their heads, had nicknamed him Bloody Ben.Â
You could not quite merge the two Benjicots in your mindâthe boy from your childhood who teased and taunted but was quick to laugh and joke, with the man who had taken his first kill with a smile on his face.Â
When Benjicot appeared before you, leaning over the table where you sat with your book, you were not sure what to make of him.Â
Snatching the book from your hands, you watched as his eyes skimmed the first few lines on the page, before he smirked down at you. âA romance? I did not take you for a simpering romantic.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and grabbed the book back. âAnd I never took you for a deaf half-wit, Blackwood. I distinctly remember telling you at the last assize that I never wanted to see your face again.â
Last yearâs assize had been rather uneventful. That is, until the closing feast when Benjicot had teased you relentlessly for reading a book at dinner that you felt compelled to throw the book at his head. Of course, you missed his head, instead hitting a poor servant who was tasked with carrying the roast pig, sending both the servant and pig to the floor.Â
Your father and grandfather had been less than pleased.Â
Benjicot looked at the ceiling to hide his amusement before glancing back at you. With a smile on his face, he said, âYou wound me, my lady.â
You narrowed your eyes, shooting him a look of disbelief. âAnd you annoy me, my lord.âÂ
Rather than be put out by that insult, Benjicot looked delighted. He leaned a little closer into your space, so much so that you felt the hair on your arms stand to attention, your skin turning to gooseflesh at his proximity.
For as much as you hated Benjicot, hated the way he teased you, hated the way he sometimes made you feel like an outsider in your own family, he was one of the most handsome boys you had ever met.
Dark, wavy hair that never seemed controlled. Eyes that turned green in the sunlight. A small scar on his upper lip that somehow made him look distinguished.Â
You hugged the book to your chest and tried not to fidget under his gaze. You exhaled slowly before asking, âWhy are you here?âÂ
Benjicot held your eyes for another beat before breaking the contact and straightening to his full height. Reaching into the pouch fastened at his hip, he said, âI have a present for you.â
You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms. âI have never much cared for your presents. They tend to crawl or smell.â
Laughing, Benjicot pulled a necklace out of the pouch. âYou will be pleased to know this gift neither crawls nor smells.â
You were stunned to say the least, eyes wide and mouth parted in surprise. You probably looked like a fish, but you could not help it.Â
The necklace was beautiful. A delicate, silver chain with two gemstones at the end. A mud-red ruby and a blue sapphireâthe perfect representation of House Tullyâs colors. Simple and elegant. You were at a loss for words, and you felt your cheeks flush at the gift.Â
Your heart skipped a beat as Benjicot approached you. The smile he was giving you was one you had never seen beforeâwarm and soft. All traces of teasing gone from his demeanor.Â
He stopped just before you. Holding out the necklace for you to take, he asked, âDo you like it?â
You stood, heart hammering as you took the necklace from him. You turned the necklace over in your hands, admiring the detail in the braided chain and the quality of the stones. Your throat felt parched, but you managed to say, âItâs lovely.âÂ
You glanced back up at Benjicot to find his eyes already on you, face closer to yours than you remembered. âIâm glad you like it, my lady.â
You had never seen Benjicot like this. Had never seen him be this sweet or shy before. You were not even sure he was capable of being sweet.Â
Of course, there were moments over the years when he had shown you kindness. He was not always playing the jester.Â
When you had twisted your ankle while walking in the godswood, Benjicot had insisted on carrying you to the maester, even when you protested that you were fine and perfectly capable of walking on your own.Â
When you had gotten sick with a fever two years ago, leaving you bedridden and delirious for weeks, Benjicot had brought you dozens of books from the library, anything to keep your mind sharp and spirit strong.
And when you had mentioned that your favorite sweet was honey cakes, Benjicot brought you a batch from the cooks at Raventree Hall, claiming that Raventreeâs cakes were superior to all others. (They were.)Â
You had never felt more aware of yourself than you did at this moment, standing before Benjicot. You were in uncharted territory. Heart thumping in your chest. Palms beginning to sweat. Cheeks warm and flushed. You were nervous. And you had never been nervous in front of Benjicot before.Â
You smiled, small and shy and a little embarrassed. You did not know where you found the courage, and you could not hold his gaze, but you found yourself asking, âWill you put it on me?â
Benjicotâs smile widened, nodding eagerly as he took the necklace back, your hands brushing in the exchange. Only for a moment, but enough to send a small jolt through your arm.Â
You turned, giving him your back so that he could not see how deeply you were affected by the brief touch.
But with your back to him, you did not see how Benjicot looked at you. Did not see the way his eyes softened and traced your form. Did not see how his own cheeks flushed. Did not see how he had to swallow his nerves as he gently moved your hair off the nape of your neck.Â
You felt the cold press of the chain against your neck and chest, felt the warmth of Benjicotâs fingers as he fastened the clasp. His touch lingering perhaps a second or two longer than necessary.Â
You turned before Benjicot had a chance to step back. Your chests nearly touching with how close the two of you stood.
You had never been this close to a boy before. Had never felt your breath mix with another. Eyes locked on each other, gazes searching.Â
Benjicot slowly raised his hand, fingers leaving a feather-light touch against your cheek as he moved a lock of hair behind your ear.Â
You watched as his eyes shifted down to your lips before returning to your eyes. There was a question in his gaze, one you were not sure you knew how to answer.Â
You had read about kisses in books. Kisses shared between a knight and a fair maiden after a daring escape. Secret, daring kisses between two lovers caught on opposite sides of a war. Passionate kisses. Sweet kisses. Slow and deep, or fast and hot.
You had never been kissed before. Had never given much thought to who would claim your first kiss. You had assumed the kiss belonged to your future lord husband, as propriety demanded.
But in that moment, in the quiet of the library on your name day, you wanted to give that kiss to Benjicot.
Maybe somewhere in your heart, hidden and buried deep, you had pictured the kiss being with Benjicot all along. He could have easily been another brother to you, with his obnoxious pranks and teasing smiles.
Except that you never thought of him as a brother.
He was Benjicot Blackwood. Someone who was always there, even when you did not wish for him to be. Strong and dependable. A force to be reckoned with, one who demanded your attention and settled for nothing less. You could not imagine a world in which he did not exist in your life.
You licked your lips and slowly closed your eyes.Â
Benjicot took your cheek into his hand, tilting your head slightly to the right. You felt his other hand pull at your waist, bringing the two of you even closer together.Â
You knew what was about to happen. Knew that despite all the teasing and hostility and pranks, you were about to have your first kiss. You had never dreamed of this, never thought you would ever be in this position. But the moment felt rightâ
âBenjicot!âÂ
You had never moved so quickly. The two of you leapt apart, both breathing heavily as you turned to see Oscar and Kermit stick their heads into the doorway of the library.Â
When they spotted the two of you, they smiled, completely oblivious to what they had interrupted.Â
You had never hated your brothers more.Â
âCome on, Benji!â Kermit shouted, gesturing for Benjicot to come join them. âFather wants to see you.âÂ
Benjicot nodded, and you watched as he transformed into his usual easygoing demeanor and started toward the door. But at the last moment, he seemed to change his mind.
Turning to you, his back to your brothers, Benjicot reached for your hand and brought it to his lips. A quick press of his lips to the back of your hand had you flushing red all over again.Â
âHappy name day, my lady,â he whispered.Â
And then he left.
You did not know how long you stood there, unmoving and still as a statue. At some point, you returned to the table, leafing through your book without comprehending a single word. More than once, you caught yourself reaching for the necklace, seeking confirmation that the gift was real, that the moment with Benjicot was real.Â
You finally gave up on reading your book, moving to lean against the windowsill and watch the sun set over the training yard.Â
You replayed the afternoon over and over in your mind. And the longer you sat with the knowledge that Benjicot wanted to kiss you, and perhaps more surprising, that you wanted to kiss him, the more you wished that your brothers had waited a few moments longer.Â
Just before the last light faded and gave way to night, you spotted Benjicot walking across the training yard with your brothers trailing behind. You watched as Oscar gestured wildly, apparently recounting some unbelievable tale to Kermit and Benjicot. Even from a distance, you could see Kermit roll his eyes, exasperation clear on his features. You watched Kermit shove Oscar playfully, causing him to lose his balance and fall into the dirt.Â
And while Kermit and Oscar continued to pick at each other and squabble, Benjicotâs gaze shifted to where you sat at the window. Any surprise he felt at finding you watching them quickly dissolved into a wide grin. Ignoring your brothers, Benjicot lifted his hand and waved.Â
You answered his wave with one of your own. A soft, secret smile on your lips as you held his gaze. A thousand unspoken words between the two of you.Â
A happy name day, indeed.Â
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Rhysand x reader Living in the Autumn court isn't nice, especially if you are female. Arranged marriages are common, so it wasn't surprising it also happened to you. What of course caught you off guard is that your future husband is Rhysand, High lord of the Night court, who is probably the most dangerous man alive. You heard horror stories about him and his court, but are these stories true? Warnings: misogyny, arranged marriage Word count: 8690 (oops)
Being the daughter of a nobleman in Autumn court wasn't something you would wish for. Truth to be told, it is quite the opposite actually. It is a common knowledge that when a female is born in this court, her only purpose in life is to be wed, often at a very young age. She is raised to dance, sing, entertain and obey her husband. She should do anything he wants, be his perfect little wife and of course, birth as many children, preferably boys, as possible. This is how your mother was raised and therefore, how you were raised. Your parents didn't love each other, a very few people in Autumn court loved their partners. And you knew.. maybe one? Two? It is maybe not that surprising that you no longer believed in love. It was better not to. So you could prevent being disappointed. The only thing you were slightly hoping for is for your husband to be at least a little kind to you and leave no marks on your body, unlike Beron, your High lord, did on his wife.
The feeling of accomplishment couldn't possibly miss your mother. In the end, she was marrying you off to Rhysand, High lord of the Night court. You still weren't sure how that happened. Your father was Beron's close friend, a very important member of his court. From what you were told, you understood that the High lord of night wanted to secure a peace between courts. In the past one engagement already happened, but wasn't successfully sealed in marriage. You heard stories about Morrigan and Eris, Beron's oldest son, an heir. Their story happened many years before you were even born and there still was some tension. Not wanting to risk another female from the Night court to change her mind, they probably decided to try it the opposite way and provide a female from the Autumn court from a man from the Night. And that man happened to be the High lord himself.Â
Your wedding gown was modest. A little bit wider skirt, plain without anything to make it more interesting. Neckline up to the neck. White, symbol of purity. This dress was making you anxious. They were suffocating you, or maybe was it the thing they represented? Marriage. Today, you are going to marry probably the most dangerous man in Prythian. You are going to be his wife. His property. You were terrified of the unknown. If you were to be wed to some lord from your court, you would at least know how cruel they were, but about him.. You knew nothing other than his title and name. And that many people feared him. But was he really that bad? Were they telling you these stories because they wanted to warn you or just scared you into submission? Maybe he was secretly kind? You didn't know the answers to your question and you certainly weren't going to get them before you two would be married.
As you stood before the doors that were going to open in a matter of minutes and lead you to the new chapter of your life, you put a mask on your face. You were determined to not let them see your fear. âDon't mess anything up.â Your father hissed into your ear, as he stood beside you, ready to walk you down the aisle. âI won'tâ, you replied, trying to convince him and also yourself. You didn't have the chance to say anything more, not that you actually had something to say to your father, before the doors finally opened.
There were many guests, who were trying to get a better look at you and, while they stood on both sides as you walked down the aisle. Your heart was pounding fast in your chest and your head was ringing, but you forced yourself to walk forward. You avoided looking at your future husband until the last second, however, when your father finally let go of you and placed your hand into the other, warm one, you looked up and then.. your heart practically stopped. He was gorgeous. His purple eyes, shining like stars in the sky, were looking at you with kindness, as if they were trying to convince you that everything will be better from now on. And you really really wanted to believe them.Â
The rest of the ceremony went quiet quickly. You said your vows and exchanged a kiss, well only on a cheek, which was a little bit disappointing but at the same time, it was a relief, because at the end, you didn't want to have your first real kiss in front of this massive audience. Now it was time for a party and that was actually nice. The attention of the guests turned from you to drinks, food, music and dance. You could breathe calmly for the first time today, even when your new husband was sitting next to you. He was so close you could feel his warmth, his scent and power that was radiating from him. Surprisingly, it wasn't scaring you at all. You should be scared of it, of him, that is for sure, but still.. you weren't and ironically, that was something that was scaring you a little bit. âYou should eat somethingâ, a velvet voice came from your husband, as you turned to look at him. âAre you not hungry? It is.. a long time since breakfast and of course the ceremony.. Or if you don't like this, I Can arrange something else for you. Whatever you would like.â Looking down on your untouched plate, touched by his kind offer, you decided to speak to him, for the first time. Wel.. for the first time since the ceremony, during which you promised him our loyalty and obedience. âNo, but thank you, this.. will do.â You smiled, feeling a little bit shy, as you took your first bite. Citrus roasted duck with crispy potatoes, it wasn't that bad and it was true you should eat, as Rhys said, but your appetite was greatly affected by your nerves. You ate about a third of your plate, before putting your fork and knife down again, still feeling his eyes on you. âThat is all?â he sounded surprised, but you only shrugged in response. âI am not that hungry todayâ, meeting his eyes. There was a hint of understanding. âPerhaps tomorrow I can take you to some restaurant in Velaris. To.. try something new, eat properly. Don't worry, I know what is goodâ as he flashed his smile at you, you were a little bit confused. âVelaris? What is that?â You never heard of it. Was it some restaurant? He replied simply, âYour new home.â
After hearing those awful things about your husband, you never expected his home to be so.. beautiful. No, magical is actually a better word. You heard about some place called Hewn city. It was described like a dark unwelcoming place, but this was quite the opposite. This city, Velaris, seemed peaceful, full of the happiness of its citizens. After winnowing, Rhysand, as he insisted you to call him, instead of My lord, brought you to this room. Your new room in your new home. It was.. strange to not be in your family's house. Knowing that if you were to go down into the living room, they wouldn't be there. Instead, there would be a bunch of a little bit scary and tall,well.. except Amren, people you knew almost nothing about. As Rhysand told you, many of them were not actually living there, but sometimes it looked like they did and since you didn't know what to think about it, you decided simply not to. Instead, you took a bath, with bubbles in it. Know you smelled like lavenders, while you brushed your hair, looking in the mirror and waiting for Rhysand. As your mother told you the night before, he was supposed to come and make you a women, whatever that meant. Your lack of knowledge wasn't helping to calm down your nerves, as you waited for him. But he never came that night. When you woke up the next day, the sun was already in the sky and birds were singing outside your window. It seemed like a nice morning, calm, until you heard someone almost shouting down in the gardens. To cover yourself up, you took a prepared robe, lying on a chair next to your king sized bet. Maybe you should not have been so curious, but wanting to know what was happening, brought you to a smaller balcony, which was connected to your room. Leaning to a railing, so you could see what was going on, you saw two mens and one woman. Now, actually sawing them, you recognized them immediately. They were at the wedding yesterday, High lords closest friends, his Inner circle. âI am deeply sorry if they woke you up, I told them to wait repeatedly, but.. they are too stubborn.â That velvet voice once again, like music to your ears, brought your attention to the left, where you saw another small balcony. There was a table, two chairs, one currently occupied by the High lord himself. He was drinking coffee, looking at you with a little smile. âIt is okay. It's time to wake up anyways.â You didn't mind. âMaybe, but I wanted you to sleep in a little bit. Yesterday was a big day. Only if someone would listen to me for once and not ignore everything I say in my own court.â He raised his words at the end of his sentence, clearly talking to the group below. âOh common Rhysie, this isn't fair. We only wanted to finally meet your beautiful wife, since you decided yesterday to only keep her for yourself.â The general's voice was provocative, which was new for you. Beron wouldn't tolerate it, however innocently it sounded. âYeah, that wasn't very nice, Rhys.â That female, Morrigan, said with a grin on her face. The third one, Azriel, turned his attention immediately towards you, ignoring how his friends were taunting your husband.. âIt is a pleasure to meet you.â He said with a hint of encouraging smile in his eyes. âThe pleasure is all mine. It is nice to meet you. All of you.â You smiled politely, looking from Azriel, to Morrigan and lastly Cassian.                  Â
After freshening your face and dressing up in a nice and elegant dress, you decided to be brave and go downstairs to eat breakfast. You were quite hungry, understandably, since you didn't eat that much yesterday. And you also wanted to get to know the others a little bit more. After your earlier encounter, it was more than clear that they weren't leaving, until they had the chance to speak to you first.Â
Walking in the hall and to the dining room was easy, thanks to the cauldron and you also had time to look around a house a little bit more. It was elegant here, the furniture looked really expensive. There were some portraits hanging. On the first one you saw, there was a whole Inner circle, then Rhysand with a crown on his head, you suspected it was painted on the day or day after he became High lord, and next to you, there was a portrait of two women. One looked solder, barely off age and the other one was clearly her mother. Although you never met them and couldn't remember their names, you recognized some similarities in their faces and Rhysand's. âMy mother and sister..â Rhysand appeared next to you in a second you were absently looking at the two womens. âIt is a pity they aren't here to meet you. My sister always wanted another sister, so they could make fun of me together and I am sure my mother would love you as if you were her actual daughter.â A little bit surprised at his statement, you looked at his handsome face. âHow can you know? We barely.. know each other and those are some strong words.â There was a hint of mistrust in your voice. âI just know..âÂ
The breakfast was delicious and others seemed really nice and friendly, which caught you off guard once again. Cassian, however scary he could appear, was one of the funniest people in the world, telling jokes and stories about everyone in the room and what they experienced together in all those centuries. Morrigan was the person who matched his personality perfectly. Although you didn't expect them to be like this, you were actually having a nice time. It was so different from the breakfast you usually had at home. Azriel along with Amren were a little bit quieter, but still friendly towards you and they tried to make you feel welcome. And Rhysand.. Actually you weren't sure what to think of him. After your little chat in the hall, you came to breakfast together and he helped you sit by pushing your chair. He was behaving like a true gentleman, completely opposite to what they told you in Autumn court. You were pulled to reality from thinking by Morrigan. âY/N you simply must come with me today. I plan to go shopping. I need some new dress and you definitely too, because females just can not have enough dresses. And after that we can maybe go to this little bakery, they have the best sweets.â She was trying to persuade you to accompany her. You smiled at her, touched that she wanted to spend more time with you. Maybe she was going to be your first friend here? Well officially. Unofficially you started liking them all. âWell, I would like to join you,â you said truthfully, âIf it's okay, of course?â You added as you looked over your husband, whose purple eyes were watching you. âOf course it is okay. You are free to do whatever your heart decides. Buy everything you need or simply want.â He smiled at you, looking over at Morrigan. âI am sure my cousin will more than happily be at your assistance, especially, I will be paying.â
âMorrigan, I just do not need so many things. This is getting really absurd.â You said after trying on maybe ten dresses. And many skirts and pants before. Yes, you could wear pants here. Another shock for you, since this was unacceptable in your home court. âOh my dear friend, we barely started. I know you have many dresses from Autumn court, but now you are in the Night court. You need to look like it and more importantly, you need to feel comfortable. So now hush and tell me the truth. Do you really like to wear something like this? Or you simply were taught you have to wear clothes like this, although you do not like how it looks or how comfortable it is?â You knew from her face that lying wasn't the opportunity, so you sighed. âIt.. doesn't really feel like me and.. it is not comfortable that much.â However simple it sounded, this was a big step for you, since you were always taught to not complain about anything, not having your own opinion. And something in Morrigan's face told you, she was having the same thoughts as you.Â
Leaving with three bags in each hand, you finally left the store. The amount of money you left there was enormous, but Morrigan was assuring you, Rhysnad wouldn't mind, so you decided to believe her and relax a little bit. Well, you surely made the owner happy and your closet fuller. You went to the bakery and bought a delicious strawberry tart, your favorite treat, and now you were just walking around the city, enjoying the sunny day and your new blossoming friendship. âIt was an amazing day Morrigan, I am very thankful for you. It means a lot that you are so .. friendly to me.â You said a little bit shyly. âOh Y/N.. It's been my pleasure. You are Rhysand's wife, one of us. My new friend. But don't you dare to think this day is over, we have one more shop we need to visit.â Her eyes sparkled in mischief. Only if you knew what was coming.
âOh you can not mean this seriously!â You gasped, horrified, while looking at the next shop your friend picked. It was highly inappropriate for you to visit a place like this. âOh, but I mean. Don't worry, you will be thanking me one day.âÂ
Your day with Morrigan was fun, but the next day, you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed. Your feets were hurting, your head was hurting. You felt like she talked the hole in it. But inside you knew, you would be very happy if she would take you out soon again. And you also knew that if you really were to stay in your bed all day, you would be bored out of your mind after an hour. You need something to focus on, something to do. And then you remembered the strawberry tarts you had yesterday. Not wanting to go to the city, you decided to bake them on your own today. Fortunately, you knew the receipt already by your heart and in the kitchen was everything you needed. Nuala and Cerridwen, twins you met for the first time today, offered to bake that treat for you, but after some persuading, they agreed to only help you a little bit and let you roam in the kitchen mostly as you pleased.Â
The two females, who were accompanying you, were quiet and shy, choosing their words wisely. THe time you spent with them was like a silent dance, but not uncomfortable. It was rather peaceful and warm, almost like in home you never had but dreamed about having, when you were little. You were actually finishing the last one, when you heard a loud and funny voice that belonged to no one else than Cassian. âYou are a lucky one Rhys. What would I do to have a beautiful wife like you, who also cooks, so the whole house smells nicely.â You blushed at his comment, not meeting any of their eyes. âFor that complement, I think you deserve to have the first one to try it.â You said, taking the plate and placing the tart on it, along with a small spoon and handing it to him. You made enough tarts for all of them, wanting to only kill the time, but also make something nice, since they welcomed you with open arms. While Rhys said nothing, he was smiling at you, eyes shining adoringly, which caused you to blushed even more than before. âIt is delicious, can I have one or two more?â Too busy looking at your husband, you didn't even notice that Cassian already managed to eat his first portion.
Instead of one or two more strawberry tarts, Cassian ate five in a few minutes. Looking at him surprised with Rhysand standing next to you, almost brushing his arm on you, he said âCassian has a great appetite. I believe he would eat everything you made today, if he was allowedâ, sounding amused. You giggled at this comment, meeting his gaze. âAre you speaking from personal experience?â He chuckled âI already spent many centuries with him.. Believe me when I say that feeding Cassian is pricey.â Cassian, not able to speak while having mouth full, gave his friend a middle finger. During your conversation with Rhysand, you took another plate and placed another tart there, offering it to Rhysand. âIf that is the case, I think you should try it before Cassian eats it.â You saw the hesitation in his eyes, that went from your face to the plate and back. You chuckled a little bit nervously and your smile fell instantly, when he shook his head. âNo, thank you. I.. don't have time. Perhaps some other day. I have to go now.â And with that, he simply vanished into the darkness.Â
Rhysand's sudden departure left you hurt and sad. Was something you said wrong? Was he not a fan of sweets? Was he allergic and you offended him because you didn't know? You blinked once, twice, before putting the plate on the kitchen counter. âThat was.. weird.â Cassian spoke suddenly. You did not reply to him, thinking only about your conversation with Rhysand and blaming yourself for doing something wrong, although you didn't know what. But you were sure that your mother would be disappointed by this. You could almost hear her voice. â Y/N?â You turned to Cassian. âYou did nothing wrong, trust me. I don't really know what happened, but I promise you, he will come to his senses and apologize. Hopefully really soon.â You still weren't so sure about that and your mood wasn't so much better, but you offered him a smile, thankful for his kind words. âHere, take this plate too..â
You spent the previous day in the kitchen, cleaning, although Nuala and Cerridwenn insisted they would do it by themselves, you wanted to help. Cassian kept you company for the rest of the day, taking you to the gardens, telling you more stories about everyone in the inner circle, before taking you to your bedroom. He did manage to lighten your mood a little bit, so when you went to bed, no sad thoughts about Rhysand came, only sweet dreams.
The second time in a row, there was a present on your bedside table, when you woke up. Yesterday, you thought that Morrigan left there for you a beautiful necklace with a moonstone in it, you saw through the glass in one jewelry store which you based on on your walk. Morrigan was trying to persuade you to buy it, but it seemed so pricey that you decided not to. You already spent so much of Rhysands money.. But now you suspected that perhaps you were wrong by guessing it was her, who bought it. No, you knew you were wrong, since today you found a plate with different delicious looking sweets on your table, alongside with a note.Â
âI know this apology isn't enough and that you also deserve an explanation, why did I leave yesterday so suddenly, but I can not give you that yet. I hope you understand and I promise you.. You did nothing wrong. - yours Rhys âÂ
After reading that note from Rhysand and eating what he sent you, you felt a little bit better. You were not angry at him, rather at yourself, still not knowing what you did was frustrating. Nuala and Cerridwen were busy and since you couldn't find anyone else, you just wandered around a house, trying to find something to do. You were not in the mood to bake like yesterday, you did not have any work you could do. There was only you and your thoughts. About how your life changed, surprisingly to the better, about your new friends.. about Rhysand. You were thinking especially about him and your friends, Cassian and Morrigan. Did they report your conversation to him? After reading that note for the second time, you saw a similar formulation of words like Cassian used the previous day. It was weird. You were dying to know what that meant, but you were too shy and embarrassed to ask anyone. Another reason why you needed to find something to do. Otherwise, you would probably go crazy because of these thoughts that plague your mind.Â
After another few minutes, you found a small library. At first, you hesitated a little bit, but since the doors were unlocked, you went inside. There were mainly books about the history of Prythian, courts, High lords of current and past time, books on wars and tactics, but in the small corner, you found a small shelf with maybe ten or twenty romance books. Your mother did not allow you to read them. The only ones you were allowed to read were about good behavior, what it takes to be a good wife and similar topics and after some time, when you slowly began realizing that true love will probably never be something you are going to have, you stopped begging her to let you read at least one of them, so you could see how it looks between man and women who love each other truly. But now, with your new freedom and with a new glimmer of hope inside your chest, you picked the first one, sat in the chair that was standing next to a window and began to read.
The time was passing rather quickly. You were almost in the middle of the story and not paying attention to your surroundings, when you heard someone unintentionally hitting the table and then cursing slightly. You turned quickly, shocked by this interruption, to find Azriel. âAre you okay?â You asked worriedly, as he turned his attention to you. âYeah, ehm.. Don't worry. I am fine.â You raised your eyebrow, not quite believing him, since he was Spymaster, known for being stealthy and composed.. Nothing like now. That is when you realize he is holding something in his hands. Book. He sees where your eyes are and smiles slightly. âI guess there is no hiding anymore. I am.. returning this.â He says, coming to the shelf where you took the book and placing it on its right place. You giggle a little. âIf it helps you to feel better, you are the last one I would suspect of reading romantic books. I guess you should never really judge the book by its cover.â He nods, sitting on the next free chair in front of you. âI think very few people would dare to even think that I like reading these. But sometimes..â He fell silent and you smiled knowingly. âIt is nice to read about true love and dream that maybe someday it will also come to you.âÂ
It did not surprise you, when the next day when you woke up, you found a brand new book on your bedside table, alongside with a note.Â
âI hope you will like this one, although I am not an expert in this field, it's apparently very popular. I would also like to take you to dinner tonight, of course only if you want to and will not be in too much exciting part of your book. - yours Rhysâ
Of course you did say yes to his invitation. It would be rude if not and also against everything your mother taught you. And what is more important, you wanted to go. After all, he was your husband, you wanted to get to know him better. What did you even know about him? That he was Hugh lord, lived in Velaris, he loves his friends and is kind. And maybe does not like strawberry tarts, but that is everything You wanted to know more. What he liked, what he did not like, his hobbies.. Everything. Anything. Anything he was willing to share with you.Â
Your mind was once again full of him. Not being able to concentrate and not sure what to even wear, you were more than happy to meet Morrigan at the breakfast. It was only the two of you, a perfect opportunity to ask her to help you prepare for tonight. She agreed, happy, that you asked her and was currently styling your hair. âDon't you think it is too much?â You asked hesitantly. She made you wear a purple dress, a color that matched your husband's eyes perfectly. And it also went really well with that necklace he gave you a couple of days ago. âNot at all, I think you look perfect. Rhys will not be able to take his eyes off you.â There was a slight hint of provocation in her voice, which made your cheeks turn bright red. âAnddd, I am done. You look stunning Y/N!â As you looked in the mirror, you started to believe her.
You were waiting in your room, talking with Morrigan, when you heard a knock on your door. Not wasting any time, you went to open them to relieve Rhys standing here, dressed in a suit that matched your dress and with a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hands.âHello, Y/N darling.â There was a smirk on his face, so significant for him. âHello.â You answered, looking down at the flowers he handed to you. âFor you. Their beauty is nothing compared to yours, but I still hope you will find them at least a little beautiful.â You blushed at his comment, starting to hate how easily he can affect you. âThank you, they are really beautiful. Perfect.â You took them, smelling their sweet scent, before Morrian came closer and offered to put them in a vase, before turning to face Rhys with a grin on her face. âMake sure she is home before midnight.â
Still chuckling a little bit at Morrigan's last comment, you took Rhysand's hand he offered you and stepped outside your beautiful home into the night. It was perfect. The weather was amazing and the streets you walked through smelled of lemon, sea and mystery. âAfter everything you have done for me, especially for those gifts.. I think that I should be the one inviting you tonight.â You said, starting a quick conversation before you would get too nervous or better say aroused due to how close he was. You could feel his warmth and smell his undoubtedly expensive cologne. He chuckled slightly, âOh my darling, don't you ever think about that. You deserve those things. You deserve everything you could possibly want and I will spend my life ensuring that, as I promised you at our wedding.â He reminded you and you shook your head, not understanding, how could anyone think of him as a cruel person. âYou.. exaggerate. Not wanting to give up so easily, you decided to speak. âI will be honest.. Before we got married, I was worried. However, after you took me here and I had a chance to get to know you better and of course, your friends too.. I think.. I think I really like it here. You made me feel welcome and happy more than I was ever before in my life.â You said, looking at the ground. Maybe a little bit ashamed. After all, your mother said that no perfect woman would ever complain and although you didn't directly, you indicated it quite clearly. âSo, what I wanted to tell you is that I am really grateful. For your gifts, for.. everythingâ You looked him in the eyes, smiling slightly. At first, he didn't say anything, there was a pity in his eyes and what you didn't see was that inside he was fuming and wanted to punish everyone in the Autumn court. But not to scare you, he simply took your hand and kissed it gently. âYou are welcome, my darling.â
When you came to the restaurant, after a short walk through the city, which you enjoyed, you found the place completely empty, well except for people who worked here, of course. Giving Rhysand a questioning look, he answered immediately âI wanted us to have privacy.â He shrugged, as if it was nothing and you blinked at him. âTry to tell me ever again, that you do not exaggerate.â You mumbled to yourself quietly.Â
You were full. After the appetizer, soup and main course, you felt like moving wasn't an option for you anymore. When the waiter asked, if you wanted a dessert, you looked over at Rhys. In your eyes, there was an obvious answer to this question - no. But he chuckled. âYes please, bring us two pieces of your lemon and lavender cake.â Taking a sip of your wine, you sighed. âA new information for me.. You don't understand signals very well.â He simply leaned back on a chair with a smirk on his handsome face. âOh, but I do. What I however can not do is leave this restaurant without you trying their best dessert. Everyone loves it.â You raised your eyebrow. âYou do too?â He nodded, now leaning a little bit closer to you. âAbout that day when I.. left so suddenly.â He paused, unsure what to say, but you didn't pressure and gave him time. âIt is okay, if you don't want to share it with me. I understand.â There was a hesitant smile on your face and in your mind, you were screaming the opposite words that left your mouth. He shook his head. âI do. I want to share it with you, but.. I think that for a while it is better not to. You are still new here and are only settling in your new home. I don't want to overwhelm you.â You nodded, trying to be as understanding as possible, before the waiter came and handed you your piece of cake.
âAre you full?â Rhys asked for about a second time since you left the restaurant and you just laughed. âYes, I am full, don't worry.â You assured him, squeezing his hand a little bit. You had a great time with him and it was sad that your night was coming to an end. During this time, you also became more relaxed around him. Someone who wouldn't know you and saw you walking with him in the streets right now, wouldn't probably guess the situation you were in. It seemed real. This.. something, what became growing between you. âI'm just making sure.â He shrugged, at the same time as you thought something about mother hen. âDo you want to go flying?â He asked suddenly, catching you off guard. âFlying?â You asked. He smiled and within seconds, large wings appeared on his back. You gasped in astonishment. âThey are beautiful..â Your voice was low. Wanting to feel them underneath your fingers, you reached out to them, but he stopped you. Gently taking your hand in his bigger one. âEhm.. They are quite sensitive.â He tried to explain. âOh, I am sorry, I didn't want to hurt you!â Your eyes widened, apologizing. âNo, you wouldn't hurt me. It is only when something touches Illyrian wings.. That person can become aroused.â At this moment, you wanted to sink into the ground more than ever before.Â
Although you were embarrassed, you still agreed to fly, wanting to see the city from above. As your husband took you in his arms, your heart started beating faster than usual. You wanted to sink into his touch. Smell his perfume, do something you never did before. You weren't sure what it was. This feeling was new for you. But you were enjoying it. âHold on tight.â Rhys said, moments before he finally took you in the sky. His sudden movement makes you close your eyes, but his movement becomes steady, you open them, taking in the beauty of the city below. It was perfect. This night, Rhysand. Everything. This night was everything.Â
You spent the next few days with your husband. From that night he took you to dinner, you found yourself yearning for his company. At first, you were a little hesitant, not wanting to disturb him with your presence. After all, he was High lord with responsibilities. But he seemed to enjoy your company as much as you did his, so when he one day took you to his office, there was a new set of comfortable sofa and armchair, next to a window. Perfect place for reading you began to enjoy. From that day, you went to his after breakfast regularly. Sometimes you two were talking, other days on the other hand, you spent this time in a comfortable silence. Eating lunch together also became some sort of habit of yours. Slightly different were evenings. You once again went shopping with Morrigan, who was very curious about your relationship with her cousin. Sometimes you spend your evenings with Cassian or the whole Inner circle, sitting, talking and drinking Rhysands expensive old wine, while sitting close to him. This was also your plan for this evening, until Morrigan decided that it is time for you to visit Rita's.Â
Since Morrigan did a really good job by picking your dress for your dinner date with Rhys, you decided to trust her also this time, but seeing what she prepared for you to wear, you began asking her sanity. This dress were.. interesting. They were black and like the night sky they sparkled. As if there were tiny little stars. And they also were very short, which was new for you. Although you did started dressing differently than in the Autumn court, you even tried pants and really liked them, but.. The only thing that was calming you down was that she was wearing a dress of similar length, only in red and with a deeper neckline. âIf you were not Rhys's wife, I can guarantee you Y/N, that I would do anything to take you home with me tonight.â You blushed and laughed and the same time. âI mean it, you look sexy! Where were you hiding that ass, girl?â You shook your head. âMorrigan, tell me the truth. Are you drunk already?â You raised your eyebrow at her and she grinned in response. âMe? Drunk? Always.â
The plan was to get ready with Morr and meet guys and Amren at Rita's. You were shocked that Amren even agreed on going. Although you were in Velaris a couple of weeks already, you barely spoke to her. But Morrigan assured you, that is how Amren simply is and so you never questioned it again. When you arrived, the place was full. There was a body on body, people were dancing, drinking and singing, alongside with a singer on a little stage. If you were not holding Morrigan's hand for your dear life, you would probably get lost and never be found again. Luckily, you managed to find the others rather quickly. They were sitting at the table in the corner, not so far away from the dance floor, already with some drinks. âLook who finally decided to show up.â Cassian greeted you with a sneering remark on which Morrigan replied by giving him a middle finger, which was normal for them, as you found out some time ago. âOh shut up, Cass. Maybe you should sometimes be late and at least try to take care of your appearance.â You began ignoring these two, since their bickering would probably last all night. You rather said hello to the other three people who were sitting here, Amren, Azriel and lastly Rhysand. You felt his eyes on you from the second you showed up here and you knew that you would be staring at him all night probably too. He was wearing black. The buttons of his shirt were open, so you could see part of his muscular chest. âHello darling, you look ravishing.â He smirked at you hungrily.
You were having your third drink. Normally you would take one, beautiful you were to survive this night, you needed more. It was just too much. People were almost having sex right on the floor, music was so sensual and Rhys.. His normal gentleman's behavior probably stayed at home today. His large warm hand was on your exposed thigh, striking it gently, each time going a little bit more up. As the time passed by, Morrigan went dancing with some girl she met at the bar, when she was going for her second glass of wine. Cassian disappeared to the dance floor and Amren was having a conversation with Azriel. That left you and Rhysand practically alone, not that you were complaining. You were only still rather shy for this. The band started playing some slow music, giving the dancers an opportunity to slow down their rhythm and enjoy each other's touches more intensely. That is when Rhysand leaned closer to you, whispering in your ear. âWould you like to dance?â The way his breath brushed lightly against your neck gave you goosebumps, but you still nodded slowly.
When you took Rhysand's hand, he led you on a dance floor. Some people around you probably recognized him, since they tried to give you more space, but there still were many people around you, not that you were paying them any attention. No. You had eyes for only one person and that person was your husband, who was holding you close. His arms were around your waist as you moved slowly on the floor, grinding at each other like fools. If you would look back on your table, you would be able to see that both Cassian and Morrigan returned and all of your new friends were currently toasting, pleased with how things had turned out between the two of you, perhaps thanks to their efforts.Â
Not being able to hold back anymore, you looked from Rhysand's eyes on his lips, biting yours. It was a simple invitation for him. The one he gladly accepted, as he firstly gently stroked your lip with his thumb, before slowly leaning to you, giving you time to change your mind, before he finally brought your lips together in a slow, long wanted kiss. It lasted maybe a couple of seconds, but it was enough for the mating bond to snap for you. Like a golden thread it led straight to Rhysand and when you looked him surprised in the eyes, you knew, you felt, that this wasn't something new for him.Â
As the first hint of hurt and sadness appeared in your eyes, the sudden wave of darkness surrounded you and carried the two of you home. The first thing you did was to take a step back, trying to get away from him. âWhy? Why didn't you tell me this before?â He sighed, looking down at the floor. âI didn't want to overwhelm you or scare you. I thought it was better to not tell you anything for some time. â He started, not so good. âHow long did you know?â You asked quietly, wanting to know something more before deciding what to say to him. âA little bit more than. Almost two years.â You gasped. Hurt by him sat on the chair, refusing to look at him. âAll my life, someone.. Someone else always decided what was good for me. What I should know, what not. When we were getting married, I thought that.. It will be the same with you, but during these last weeks you were.. So kind to me that I really started believing I can trust you, but now? I.. I don't know. You knew you were my mate for so long and you did not tell me? Why? What did I do to offend you so much? Am I not good enough?â He began shaking his head rapidly, kneeling before you and taking your hands in his. âNo, no that's not it. You are perfect, believe me. You are everything I ever wanted, what I dreamed of.â Releasing breath, with teary eyes, you looked at him. âThen tell me.. How exactly did you find out, so you decided it was better for me to not know?âÂ
The room was silenced, as Rhys poured himself a drink. He offered you one, but you refused it. You already had enough today and you wanted to concentrate on what is he saying. He took a deep breath before beginning. âI was in the Autumn court, trying to sort out some problems Beron had at that time. He held a ball, where I was invited, maybe you remember it.â You nodded, only for confirmation that you did. âThe ball was just beginning, when I saw you enter with your parents by your side. I remember our eyes met, only for a brief moment, but in that moment, the bond snapped for me, but clearly not for you.. That same night I began to plan. I asked Azriel if he could find out as many information about you and your family as he could and in the morning, he already handed me a whole file about you. I learned your name and about your situation. Considering how many people in Autumn court behave, for me it was not surprising that your parents were not so.. good people. You were so young, you are still young and your father was already trying to find a partner for you, so he could marry you off for his gain. I knew that I could not let that happen. Not only because of my personal interest, but because most males in Autumn court abuse their partners and see their wifes only as breeding mare.â There was a disgust in his voice. âSo I immediately came to Beron and proposed the idea of marriage between our two courts. Trying to win him on my side, I said I wanted to fix how last time something like this was about to happen but it did not, affected relationship between our courts. I told him he could even pick a list of some suitable girls, hoping you would be there, since Beron was close to your father. Well he agreed and also luckily for me, included you on that list. I tried to not be too eager to marry you, because I did not want to cause any suspicion. So I waited a few weeks before choosing. Then some paper work was needed and it took time before the wedding planning could finally began. I wanted nothing more than to go to your house and just took you with me to get you out of that place, but I was worried that I would put you in danger. Beron is awful, I believe I don't have to explain it to you.That is also why I didn't tell you before. Why didn't I engage in anything.â You nodded, understanding what he did and you were thankful to him, but it still hurt a little. âBut why didn't you tell me anything after I came here?â You dared to ask. He swallowed nervously. âYou were so young and you were already going through a lot. I knew you were probably scared of me, scared of this place at first. Maybe my decision wasn't so right as I thought it was, but please believe me that I did it with only the best intentions.âÂ
You knew Rhysand probably really didn't mean to do anything bad by his decisions, but you still had a right to be hurt and disappointed. It's been two days since the revelation and you spent them in your room. Nuala and Cerridwen brought you each food. Morrigan, Cassian and Azriel also visited you, telling you that they understand why you are angry with Rhysand. You also found out that although you thought otherwise, they didn't know about the bond. They suspected it, yes, but he didn't tell them anything. They found out after you didn't show up at breakfast the day after you went together to Rita's. They of course saw you disappear with Rhys, but thought it was for other purposes. You thanked them for their words of support and their visits and also begged them not to tell Rhysand anything, which they promised. You deep inside knew that you would forgive him and move on. He was not only your mate, but also your husband. Husband you began to love, which you realized after your argument.Â
Your love for him is also one of the factors that drove you mad. You stopped believing that love existed. You felt like a fool that you, after everything that you have been taught, after what you saw, after everything you have been through.. You did in fact fell in love. You were so confused, about your feelings, what you thought you should feel, what happened.. That you welcomed knocking on your door gratefully.Â
You would never suspect that behind the door, there would be Amren standing, asking if she could come inside to talk to you. You of course led her, closing the door behind her, gesturing on chairs where she can sit, while you returned to your soft bed. âGirl, I am probably not the person to tell you this, but I think you need to pull yourself together.â You would lie if you would say that her words did not shock you a little bit. She wasn't even trying to chat a little before dropping this on you. âI know and understand that you are hurt by what Rhys did, he is an idiot sometimes, but be honest with yourself. By this, you are only punishing both of you and why?â She shook her head. âI have been alive for.. a couple of thousands years. I saw many people get together and then break up. But I do not think this is what either of you want, am I right?â You sighed and nodded. You will not leave Rhysand because of this. You knew that, however you weren't sure what she was trying to tell you by this. âSo.. If that is not the case, why are you doing this? Why waste time by being angry at each other.I think you both went through a lot to be this stupid.â And in that moment, you understood.Â
Not wasting any time, you quickly hugged Amren and before she could even react, you started running to the kitchen. She was right after all. Your life wasn't easy, so why are you making yourself miserable even more? Rhys made a mistake, but that happens. But what you realized is that you love him enough to forgive him. You loved him. That warm feeling spreads throughout your whole body. And thanks to that, it all seemed so simple.Â
At first, you simply wanted to grab something quick and go straight to Rhysand's office, but when you saw strawberries lying on the kitchen counter, you couldn't help yourself. Knowing the receipt by your heart paid off, when you were finishing the first strawberry tart, placing it on the plate and storming out of the kitchen with it, completely ignoring unfinished ones. You were sure Cassian would gladly eat them even now. You rushed to your room, to freshen up yourself and to change, before, with a plate in your hand, finally knock on your husband's office. âCome in.âÂ
Before you opened the massive doors, you took a deep breath. Although you were absolutely sure about this, like anything before in your life, you were also still nervous. When you came in, you saw Rhys sitting behind the table, which was full of papers. To be honest, he looked like he didn't get too much sleep and that made your heart hurt. He looked up, meeting your eyes. His face lit up a little bit, in a small hope, when he saw what you were carrying in your hands. He watched your steps, before you were finally standing right in front of him, placing the plate on his table. âI made this, just for you.â You announced, biting your lip. âAre you.. sure?â His voice was hesitant. It was clear he wanted nothing more than to devour that tart and then you, but even now he was giving you a chance to change your mind. You walked around the table, he turned himself in his chair to face you, which you took as an opportunity to sit on his lap. His hand instinctively found your hip, holding you close so you wouldn't fall down, as you took the spoon, scooped up a little part of that tart and brought it to his lips. After he looked into your eyes once again, he ate the food you offered him, groaning at its taste. That sound was so beautiful, so sinful.. It made you thank Morrigan that on your first shopping spree together, she took you in that one certain shop, where you bought matching sexy underwear you were currently hiding under your dress.
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