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Tim confronts Damian about it later when theyâre alone. This is the story Damian tells him:
When Damian was young, he had an identical twin. After Raâs decided that there could only be one heir, he sent the spare away (rather than killing him, out of courtesy to his daughter). Damian never got a chance to meet his brother, who was only a week old at the time.
Daniel, or Danny as he now prefers, ended up adopted by a pair of scientists. Their experiments with another dimension led to Danny dying in the portal they created at age 9. His soul was trapped between this dimension and the other one, and he used the abilities this granted him to become a hero.
However, not everyone appreciated this hero, and one day, he was cursed. Danny was trapped in the mirror dimension. And, because he had an identical twin, his soul was tied to Damianâs.
When Damian is not around a mirror, Danny can follow Damian around invisibly, unable to interact with the world but able to witness it. However, the moment Damian can see a mirror, Danny is pulled into it. He can act as Damianâs reflection, but he can also do his own thing, interacting with the reflections of others. Damian can also talk to Danny in mirrors, and so the brothers finally got to meet and interact. Dannyâs image becomes distorted and creepy the second heâs aware of someone seeing him, though.
Once Talia realized that her sons were cursed in this way, she sent Damian to Bruce, hoping he would find out and use his connections to free Danny. But Damian and Danny do not want to be separated, so they have not brought it up. That is why Damian asked Tim to be silent about it. Theyâve been like this for the past four years and donât want to separate again.
Tim suggests that Bruce could adopt Danny if it meant the two could stay together, and Danny could then have a normal life. Damian considers it, then brings Tim to a mirror and asks Danny about it. They both agree to the plan.
Two weeks and one visit from John Constantine later, and the manor has a new addition.
The question is, since Danny has been Damianâs reflection for so long and has seen everything Damian has and therefore can copy him exactly, how long will it take the rest of the bats to notice that there are now two of them?
Tim helps out by gaslighting everyone in the manor any time they notice something strange. Heâs enjoying the chaos immensely.
DPxDC My Brother in the Mirror
Damian doesn't like mirrors.
He never mentioned the fact to other members of the family, but they are detectives and vigilantes, it's their job to be observant. Which, after so many years, becomes a habit.
Damian doesn't actively avoid the mirrors - he has a mirror in his bathroom, he didn't express any discomfort over going into a mirror labyrinth at some carnival they've attended (he expressed disgust over taking part in something so stupid, in his words, but that's a whole another story), and he actually spent a few minutes in front of the funhouse mirrors when no one was looking, watching his own reflection distort in various ways. He also has no problems with his self-image - he doesn't mind pictures of him taken at any time (unless it's Tim, but that's, again, a whole another story), he's drawn a few self-portraits that were rather accurate and he liked them.
He just doesn't like mirrors. For some reason.
His family, both close and extended, never questioned it. They did some gentle research to see if the dislike was caused by some kind of problem Damian was experiencing without telling anyone, but when they found no proof of that, they've just decided it was some quirk of his. Everyone has quirks. Dick doesn't like eating cereal like a normal person, Tim despises sleep, Steph is at war with any color other than purple.
That is, until one day, Tim witnesses Damian sitting in front of a mirror.
He is not even aware of it - the whole family is having a game night, and through some arguments and rearrangements on the couch, Damian ends up sitting on the left side of it, where his back is turned to one of the three mirrors in the room. Tim, who's lost the last round, is slumping in an armchair nearby, pointedly looking away from the screen where Damian and Jason are enthusiastically competing over the first place in Mario Cart. Of course, Tim can't just not watch it since he needs to know their strategies. But turning back around would also be admitting defeat.
The solution? Easy, watch the screen through the mirror.
Which is when he notices it.
Damian in the mirror doesn't act the same as Damian in the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Tim can see the real Damian moving around, shoving Jason with his elbow, fully concentrated on the game, and yelling something. Damian-in-the-mirror is sitting unnaturally still, the back of his head over the couch unmoving.
Tim forgets all about the game when Damian's reflection starts to turn around. Slowly and carefully, eerie in the way the horror movies are, the boy in the mirror turns his head around like an owl, his neck twisting inhumanely.
His eyes are green. Green like the toxic waste, like Jason's madness, like acid in cartoons, like the Waters of Lazarus.
Damian in the mirror smiles, his unblinking, gliwing eyes fixed on Tim, and his teeth are sharp and pointy, and there are too many of them, humans can't smile this wide.
"-im? Tim!" A hand nudges him in the shoulder, and Tim looks away from the mirror, finding Dick standing over him. The noise of the game room returns all at once, and, wait, when did it become quiet for Tim?.. He must have a strange expression on his face because Dick's easy smile falls slightly, and he frowns, "Is everything okay?"
Tim looks back to the mirror, but the green-eyed boy in the mirror is gone, and the mirror only reflects Damian as he is: sitting on the couch.
"Yeah," Tim shakes his head and forces a smile on his lips, "I just zoned out."
"Okay," Dick pats him on the shoulder and gives him the controller, "It's your turn now."
Tim takes the controller and turns around, facing the screen. Tim throws a quick glance at Damian, who had slid down on the couch so his head would not be in the reflection anymore. Tim sees the cold, warning hint to his eye, a clear do not speak of it message.
Tim doesn't like that the mirror is now behind him.
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lee jeno x reader
âThese are so cute,â you mutter, lifting another one of the pictures off the table. The wedding is finally settling down a bit, a few people out on the dance floor while others talk amongst themselves at the tables. The rest of your tablemates have scattered around the room, leaving only you and Jeno.Â
Your boyfriend has his arm wrapped around the back of your chair, gazing down at the picture in your hands. âMhm,â he hums, âshould save that to a Pinterest board for our wedding.âÂ
He says it so casually you almost choke on air. âOur wedding? You want to marry me?â you question. Now, you and Jeno have been dating for quite some time now. But not enough to truly, seriously talk about marriage. Nothing more than a few casual conversations about what the future could hold. Yet he says those words like youâre already engaged.Â
âYeah,â he says, shrugging his shoulders lightly. âYou do want to get married, right?â He seems a little tentative now. Like heâs worried that he scared you off.
Youâre quick to ease the tension. âOf course I want to get married. I just didnât think youâd bring it up so nonchalantly like that.âÂ
He smiles back at you with that crinkle in his eyes you love so much. Removing his hand from the back of your chair, he reaches out to grab the picture from you. He looks down at it with admiration. âI can already think of the pictures we could use,â he admits. âLike that one of you sleeping in the laundry basket. That one is cute.â
You giggle at his statement. âOkay,â you concede. âBut only if we get to include the one where you are blowing bubbles with that weird pinwheel hat on.âÂ
He sets the picture down, ruffling your hair a bit. âI think someone has had one too many of these,â he teases, pushing your champagne glass further away from you. You roll your eyes at him.Â
Jeno goes to say something once again, but is interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. He turns around to see your little cousin, her eyes pointed bashfully toward the floor and rocking on her heels. âHello Aria,â he says, provoking her to actually look at him. âWhatcha need?â
She looks at you hesitantly before looking back toward your boyfriend. âCan youâŠdance with me, Jeno?â she whispers. The question has you realizing that the song has now switched to something slower, a few couples adorning the dance floor. How cute, you think to yourself.Â
âOf course,â he responds, grinning down at the girl. Before she knows it, Jeno is scooping her up, carrying her to the dance floor. You can hear her giggles fade as they reach the other side of the room.Â
Taking a breath, you look back toward the table, grabbing your champagne glass and another picture. Your moment of peace doesnât last long though, because someone plops down in the seat next to you less than a minute later. When you look up, you spot your grandmother. âItâs a shame you didnât participate in the bouquet toss. I was hoping you two would be next,â she taunts, looking pointedly at you.Â
You set the items down, opting to run your hands over your face in embarrassment. âAh, grandma!â you complain. âYou know we donât believe in superstitious stuff like that. Weâll get there in our own time.âÂ
She nods in understanding, but still smirks. Leaning closer to you, she begins to whisper. âYou two would make me some beautiful grandbabies.âÂ
Now youâre really blushing. Thoughts of having a mini Jeno running around your grandmotherâs house flash through your mind. You try your best to push them away. âSeriously, amma?â you exclaim, though thereâs no malice in your voice.Â
She points across the room. You follow her movements to find Jeno with a bright smile on his face, Aria twirling around in his arms. He reaches down to brush a strand of hair out of her face. You canât help but gaze longingly at the scene, wishing that it was a daughter of your own. Your grandmother calls your name once more and you turn back to look at her. âIf the next wedding I attend isnât yours, that boy is getting a serious talk from me,â she says smugly. Without another word, she scoots back in her chair, walking back toward her own table.Â
You steal a glance at the bride and groomâs table. Theyâre lightly making conversation, her head resting against his shoulder. His arm is wrapped around her shoulder with his hand hanging down to brush comforting strokes down her arm. Maybe that could be you and Jeno sometime soon.
Startled out of your thoughts once again, you see your boyfriend plop down next to you. Your cousin is nowhere to be found, likely back with her parents once again. âWhat were you and your grandma talking about?â he asks.Â
âJust about how she thinks you and I should be the next ones to be married. Said that we would make beautiful grandbabies.â you say, repeating her words with your own smirk.
Itâs Jenoâs turn to blush, looking down at the floor. âWe would,â he admits with a shy smile.
#lu writes#timestamp fic#lee jeno#lee jeno x reader#lee jeno imagine#nct dream#nct dream x reader#nct dream imagine
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Arcane Act 1 - Everybody ends up where they don't want to be and why that is a problem
In my first reaction I talked a bit about structural weaknesses and after a bit of sleep one thing popped into my head. I tried to get not spoiled too much but one of the few things I read that there was an interview and somebody from the writing team said that in a way everybody ends up where they don't want to be or something a long those lines.
I think this theme is heavily present in Act 1 already and I think this is kind of a structural writing problem. Because it is usually fundamentally more interesting to see characters have a goal and try to achieve it and either get it or fail than for characters to be pushed into something by higher powers.
The additional problem is that so far in Act 1 we haven't always seen enough of what the characters want instead. So character A wants X, but is forced into Y.
Let's go into detail:
Back when I read the spoiler I assumed it would be something like that:
Jinx ends up as a revolutionary
Vander who wanted to curb his violence ends up as a violent beast
Vi ends up as a cop
Caitlyn ends up in a position of power and influence
Ekko ends up working with Piltover even though he wants to protect his people
Now that Act 1 has rolled around we concrete have:
Vi taking the badge
Caitlyn being thrust into leading Piltover (maybe being thrust into her mother's spot)
Viktor becoming an object of worship without wanting that
We see the first traces of Jinx becoming a freedom fighter and Ekko being pulled into working for Piltover.
Ironically, I think I've been enjoying the story of Mel and Ambessa (I know I'm probably in the minority) because that theme feels least present with them so far or at least they seem to be acting more along the lines of their genuine interest still.
Mel
Mel wants to protect Piltover in her way and doesn't trust her mother. She is also forced by circumstances to do stuff she doesn't like (like agreeing to the invasion) but she's still overall pursuing her interests (trying to figure out what Ambessa's plan is, trying to soften the murderous interests of the rest of the council). Maybe in the future her "ends up where she doesn't want to be" will be her working with her mother or becoming like her.
Ambessa
Ambessa of cource we find out is being hunted by the Black Rose, so I presume her "I don't want to be here" is being in Piltover. But she still feels like she's expressing her personality and making moves and being proactive within the situation she finds herself in. Maybe her ending up doing the opposite of what she wants will be either protecting Piltover or having to fight her own daughter (maybe a Black Rose possesed Mel).
Their stories are more fun to me because they are still in the "want" phase and not in the "forced" phase.
Caitlyn
Next we have Caitlyn. I think she's actually one of the better ones (again I presume many people will disagree with me on that). For one she actually gets some room to express what she wants. She wants peace (scene where sits at her mother's pond). She wants like Mel to soften the blow of Piltover against Zaun to some extent. We can infer that she wants a happy life with Vi (though I think that could have been really driven home if we had gotten a dream sequence which makes it clear: yes what she really wants is sit in a flower field and hold hand and play footsie with Vi, thus making it more tragic when her actions end up driving them apart).
It also benefits from her conflict not being purely external "Ambessa pushed her into taking power", but being actually an internal conflict. She wants to be a good person, but she also wants revenge and struggles with those feelings and her growing prejudice.
Viktor
With Viktor the whole "forced" is most present. He probably wasn't planning to be a prophet, it just sort of happens to him. I think his story is still weak because we have seen very little of what he actually wants. We can infer if we remember season 1 that he wants peace and hextech not being used for war. But in the show it feels very "oh, yeah, gotta go."
Vi
Vi of course ends up taking the badge. I think her story suffers because to me it feels very muddled what she wants at the moment. She wants to help apprehend Jinx. We presume she wants to be with Caitlyn.
Also her "forced" push is pretty unimpressive (like really? being flattered that Caitlyn praised her to other people plays a role?). She protects people almost out of instinct (ie the chemtech attack on the council).
In season 1 Vi's wants were a huge driver of the whole story. Vi wants to prove herself that's why she organizes the heist, Vi wants to make up for the mess she made with the botched heist, Vi wants to protect her family and save Vander, Vi wants to find her sister, Vi wants to rescue Jinx from Silco's influence.
Every single one of her wants ended up blowing up in her face and that made up the deep tragedy of season 1. We like Vi, we care about Vi's wants and hurts us to see her fail. She wants to prove herself but brings tragedy on the Lanes, she wants to turn herself in but gets foiled, she wants to save Vander, but he dies, she wants to find her sister and when she does it turns out that her sister is a different person, she wants to pry Jinx from Silco's influence but it turns out Jinx really enjoys it and there is no way bring Powder back.
In season 2 her wants feel pretty muddled and much weaker. She wants to apprehend Jinx with the task force. She feels bad and guilty over Caitlyn's mom. She presumably wants to be with Caitlyn.
I think it worth noting that there is IMO no strong drive to protect Zaun. I think a lot of fans probably perceived her as this is something she should feel, but IMO I genuinely don't see it.
Vi is somebody who suffers from being perceived as a Zaunite, she has some loyalty in the sense that she doesn't take the badge, but I genuinely don't get a deep connection between her and Zaun. Vi I think is more universal in that if she sees anybody getting attacked she wants to step in and help, there is no special loyalty to her people. She defends the Pilties when the Chembarons attack, she stands up to Caitlyn when Isha is in the line of fire. There are hints of Vi having a codex but I feel unclear on what exactly that codex is (no killing kids? no kiling at all? no killing except proven guilty people?).
Please note how at no point when the subject was on attacking Zaun she brought up Ekko (ie come on Caitlyn, you know there are good people down there, such as Ekko, or no attempts are made to warn Ekko that an attack is coming). [it's a pity I think if this connection had been made it would have ramped up the tragedy and emotional punch a lot, would have portrayed Vi more as somebody who is torn between Zaun and Piltover]
(my personal read is that Vi feels no connection to Zaun because she was in jail for so long and when she came back she no longer recognized it as "her" Zaun and maybe she associates Zaun with having poisoned her sister)
Anyway, Vi's clearest moment of tragedy coincides with her moment of stating an actual believable want and it says a lot about her as a character in Season 2 so far. It's the scene where she tells Caitlyn that everything around her changed and she wants Caitlyn to stay the same.
And of course she states it exactly 5 minutes before Caitlyn changes on her (becoming like Jinx as Vi puts it).
Still, what Vi expresses in that conversation is very telling of her character. That she feels like she has lost her connection to everything and she was clinging to Caityn as her one thing and that that one thing changes and rejects her.
I think Vi's story suffers from her stated want coming to late in the act and her morals being inclear (ie she against killing? can't be since she asks Caitlyn to take the shot on Jinx? so just kiling children? innocents? what violates her moral code and what doesn't?).
Jinx and Ekko
I think Jinx and Ekko are not completely deep in the "forced" phase, but I think they are sort of muted" in the "want" as well. Jinx has expressed that she wants to die but imo it feels sort of half hearted. Jinx says she wants to blow it all up, but imo it feels sort of half hearted. Jinx expresses anger over what Caitlyn using the grey but we don't really see the process of what she does about it.
Her forced aspect comes in the sense of the girl latching on to her (and there's potential there in her repeating what happened between her and Silco) but I think all of the new characters fall pretty flat so far. NuGirl really would have benefitted from getting a flashback to explain her backstory. (yes even if she ends up getting killed)
Ekko just wants to protect his people but the illness of the tree forces him to go to Piltover with Heimer. At this point both his wants and his forced are pretty muted.
Jayce
I think Jayce's story suffers from him being actually the character who is in multiple stories. He's a little bit with Caitlyn and Vi (he wanted to honor Viktor's wishes not to build hextech weapons but he makes them for Cait after all), he's a little bit Mel, he's a little bit in Viktor's story, and a little bit in the Heimer/Ekko story.
I think better writing could have really made use of the fact that Jayce is the character who is in multiple storylines but imo it didn't happen.
At the moment (maybe just because of how Act 1 ended) Hextech feels like his big tragedy. (Mel's line about wanting to protect his dream) Season 1 Jayce was cocky and wanted to make the world better with Hextech (+ be a magician), in season 2 he finds out that hextech is actually completely fucking over the The Arcane.
Again this is something that could really have benefitted to a flashbacks for Jayce's highs when everything was still golden and glorious for him rather than just pans onto his old mug.
Conclusion
Structurally the tragedy is there for everybody, but I don't really *feel* the tragedy of it yet because the show isn't making heavy enough use of contrast (ie investing more time of emotionally showing us what the character actually wants so we can feel the weight of when they end getting the actual opposite, I think flashbacks could have accomplished that).
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63 mistaken for a couple. 77. Percabeth, of course.
77) In Vino Veritas
Thank you to @phykios for the inspiration!
Annabeth was an affectionate drunk. This was a well-known fact. Strawberry wine on a Summer night at camp. Mead during a Yule Feast, or Downeast when the Pats were in the playoffs. Annabeth became cuddly and smiley, and would tell people she loved them about 15 times a minute.
Piper knew that, and should probably had considered it before her friend had downed so many dirty martinis. Drunk Annabeth was fine for a normal girlâs night. But this was not just a normal girlâs night. It had evolved, from dinner to dancing to a lesbian bar where Annabeth swore sheâd wingman Piper.
But now, 3 martinis deep, she keep hugging Piper, laying her had on Piper, kissing Piperâs cheek. Every time someone approached them, she was not effusive in her praise, telling everyone about how Piper was pretty and funny and fun. It was not having the effect she probably expected.
The first time a hot woman had come up and told Piper that her girlfriend was cute, sheâd kind of laughed about it. The fifth time, she started to get worried.
âAre you and your girlfriend poly?â Ari, who had a sleeve abstract tattoos and an eyebrow ring, asked, nodding to Annabeth, who had just left Piperâs side to go back to the bar and probably get started on another martini, when this one inevitably flopped, Piper should head to the bar and ask the bar tender to just give her olive brine going forward. Annabeth wouldnât mind that at all.
âSheâs not my girlfriend,â Piper said. Just in time for Annabeth to come back and throw and arm around Piperâs shoulders.
âSheâs amazing,â Annabeth announced.
âDoes she know that?â Ari asked, âI think you two have a lot to talk about.â And then nodded to Piper and walked away.
âOh no,â Annabeth said. âYouâre too good for her.â
Piper sighed, âWhat are the chances we have sex tonight?â Piper asked, thought she knew the answer.
Annabeth stepped back, like sheâd been pushed, âWhat? Iâm married.â She said, âYou were at my wedding.â She said it like it was a reminder, like she was confused Piper had forgotten. âAnd you are very pretty, and very funny, and very nice. But Percy is prettier, and funnier, and nicer.â She reached out and patted at Piperâs head, not unlike how Piper had seen Annabeth do to her daughters, âyouâll find someone though. I know it. Youâre wonderful.â
âWell, I want some pussy tonight, so Iâm going to need you to stop scaring them off.â
âHow could I scare them off? I keep talking about how great you are and how much I love you.â
âIâm calling Percy,â Piper said as her only answer.
Annabethâs eyes lit up at his name âOh, yes! You need to call Percy. I miss him so much. He would have fun with us.â
Piper wasnât sure what Percyâs reaction to a lesbian bar would be. Given details Annabeth had shared in the past, probably just swapping tips for cunnilingus.
She dropped Annabeth off at the bar, and ordered her a martini glass full of brine and olives that she knew would keep Annabeth busy.
And then she called Percy, âHey, sheâs kind of drunk, can you come get her?â
âIs she ok?â He was clearly freaked out.
âSheâs fine.â Piper said, âbut sheâs drunk and cuddly and its scaring off all the hot honeys in the bar.â
âHot honeys?â
âCan you just come get her.â
âLet me see if Frederick can come watch the kids. He probably will.â
15 minutes later she got a text that said âOn my way.â In that time, Annabeth had announced to a set of truly beautiful butches that she loved Piper and was so glad they met.
He could not get there soon enough.
Piper had managed to chill Annabethâs declarations, mostly by way of a bowl of olives and plate of mozzarella sticks occupying her mouth instead of Annabeth driving away all the women Piper might be able to bring home tonight.
Where are you? Percy finally texted her.
And then it was about 30 seconds before she spotted him from the bar. Piper tapped Annabethâs shoulder, and then pointed at Percy.
She let out a screech, and then ran to him, practically jumping on him. Percy caught her easily, and his own grin grew. Piper could tell that Annabeth was still eating, but she also pressed her lips to his.
And then hands started to wonder.
âHi,â Piper turned to fine Ari back, looking at them, âUmâŠso you two really werenât together?â
âNope,â Piper said, âThatâs what she looks like when sheâs actually into someone.â
âCan I get you a drink.â
Piper glanced back at Percy and Annabeth, she saw one of his hands disappearing up and one down. She wondered if she should intervene, tell them to take their heterosexuality home. But figured they would figure it out. Or they wouldnât.
âI would love that.â Â
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Mouthwashing family headcanons!!! because im mentally insane about them:
Daisuke: was an only child, his parents had him later in life and he's a rainbow baby. They love him deeply, but are worried about him not doing anything in life. He wants them to be proud of him so he's trying, but he'd really rather not be at this internship. He finds out his Mom got him it after an argument, she drops it on him and tells him he has to do it. He hates that he left home with that being their last conversation, as he refused to talk to her until he left as protest. Months later he's gotten over it and recognizes what she was doing for him. His father is kind of the buffer between him and his Mom during this, as well as in general since Daisuke's mother is the one who scolds him the most.
Anya: had a little sister, their parents were pretty emotionally distant, serious people who were both in business. They were busy a lot of the time which meant Anya took care of her little sister most of the time. She lives in an apartment with a roommate and their two cats when on earth, though her roommate is used to her being gone most of the time so she only has Anya pay half rent. She still talks to her little sister when home, the two of them meeting up and getting coffee when shes off work, but she's cut off her parents almost completely.
Swansea: had two brothers, both younger. His father was a hardened guy and wasn't around much, so Swansea took care of his little brothers and helped out his mom best he could. He gets married to his wife after meeting her at an AA meeting, they have three kids, two daughters and a son, their oldest the son and daughter (twins) and their youngest being their daughter. They have a family dog and two cats (his youngest daughter begged for them, Swansea hates the idea at first but warmed up to it) All three are grown by the time he's on the Tulpar for the last time, he's surprisingly an attentive and quite loving father, though he's a bit emotionally stunted. His youngest daughter comes out to him as a lesbian and admits to being afraid of his reaction, and that's the only time he's ever cried in front of her. He loves his family but is very bad at expressing it, as he's not well mentally.
Curly: middle child of three with a younger sister and older brother. His dad left when he was around six, and so his mom raised him and his siblings on her own. He was a fairly quiet kid compared to his siblings, his brother and sister were more high maintenance, with his brother having rebellious mental problems and had constant arguments with their mom, and his little sister was constantly ill as a little kid. He was the kid his mom could 'rely on' and be assured he was fine, he was considered the 'easy kid' though he really wasn't fine. He still calls his mother and visits his siblings all the time, his brother having gotten married and had a daughter, and his sister having a good job. His niece adores him because he always lets her do makeup on him at Christmas.
Jumbotron: an only child with an abusive alcoholic father, and a mother who wasn't very attentive. Though his father was abusive he idolized him a lot as a child and hated his mom more, thinking his father beating her was deserved, and when it happened to him he also deserved it. He took a lot of the rhetoric his father passed down onto him to heart, shitty things like how women should stay in their place. I'd say he's the definition of the abused become the abuser. He would stay at Curly's house as a kid to avoid home, and was kinda considered an honorary member of their family. He also visits for Christmas along with Curly, though he'd gotten the impression Curly's sister hates him. (She can see his manipulative behavior from a 100 miles away, and is pretty protective over her brother, also is uncomfortable around him.) His mother and father are both dead by the time he has the job with Pony Express.
#anya is so eldest daughter coded#mouthwashing#mouth washing#mouthwashing hc#mouthwashing headcanon#daisuke mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#captain curly#jimmy mouthwashing#riv rambling
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jesse was someone that could talk to anyone but his friendship with anja was different to his friendships with anyone else at the fire station. the two of them shared a brother and sister like friendship with how much they laughed and bickered about things. anyone that knew them knew also know how much of a great team they made together though. if anja ran into a burning building - jesse would've been right behind making sure she got back out of there unscathed. "that's the perk of being the person that can talk to everyone here. everybody tells me things because they know i'll only go and find it out from another source otherwise." jesse loved knowing all the dirt on his co-workers even though he would never use it against them. teasing people, however, was his thing. jesse would make jokes. cleaning the truck was one of the duties that jesse didn't mind doing. although, sometimes he got in trouble for getting too distracted. maybe today would be another one of those days? he hoped not. anja was here helping him making the fire truck look sparkly and clean. "girl attention definitely would've got me excited when i first started here. why would i need to get excited nowadays though? i have the hottest girl waiting at home for me to get back to her after my shift." odette was top tier in jesse's eyes. a solid ten out of ten. he'd always had a thing for blondes too. his childhood crushes were also blondes. jesse didn't mind odette's weird cravings because he didn't need to do anything but get odette what she needed at the time. "a pregnant woman needs what a pregnant woman needs. who am i to judge?" jesse was also excited for his daughter to come into the world soon. he could only imagine what life was going to be like when she did. "our house is going to pretty full though, huh? odette, isak, me and the baby." still, jesse wouldn't change anything. he loved having isak being there with them both. "isak's like the complete opposite of odette."
everyone in the station knew that anja and jesse were the best duo. they made a great team, and she honestly didnât know what she would do without him cheering her up. but if she was honest, no one could take jesseâs spot. he was the person she talked to the most there, always ready to lend an ear or offer support. she considered him her best friend, even if she teased him about not being able to be one in this lifetime. she loved him, and sometimes it was obvious; he was the brother she never had. âyouâre so nosy, and iâm glad you donât deny it,â she teased, glancing at him as she started helping him clean up the truck. she hadnât been assigned much that morning, so she figured she could lend jesse a hand for a while. âodette has changed you,â she laughed. âif i had told you that before you met her, i bet you wouldâve gotten all excited.â she stuck her tongue out at the firefighter playfully. âbut thatâs the right answer! iâll tell her youâre a good boyfriend; she probably doesnât know,â she joked, a smile lighting up her face. âsheâs a champion; i canât imagine anything different. but i bet itâs not effortless, you know? so many changes, hormonesâŠâ she mused, shaking her head at the thought. she liked kids, but pregnancy? that was a big no-no for anja. âice cubes give the best crunch,â she chuckled. âthe best part of fizzy drinks is munching on those!â she agreed. âand iâve heard what some pregnant women crave, and iâm sorry, but that sounds disgusting,â she added, wrinkling her nose. âi canât wait to meet the baby!â
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#when she finds out he was talking about his daughter though#it still hurts#im not crying you are#sobbing#fire country#bode x gabriela#gabriela x bode#bode donovan#gabriela perez#bodiela#2x3#Max Thieriot#Bode Donovan#Stephanie Arcila
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mmm essay about sally and kid gort in the tags (cw for child abuse, mentions of suicide, animal cruelty and a murder attempt. i always hope i donât have to say this but just in case: i donât excuse or condone any of her or gortâs behaviour at all.) this is literally not even touching upon everything i have to say because i hit the fucking tag limit lmao. NOBODY READ ITâS BAD BRAINSTORMING I JUST NEEDED TO GET IT OUT SOMEHOW
#thinkin too much about gortie side characters again.#sally this time and why she specifically talks about him the way she does#like dravo is obviously still shitty but to me he was. âjust âneglectful#while sally actively hated and even felt terrorised by her own child#like. itâs not like i donât understand her at all.#imagine you and your love donât have much besides each other and your shop and you get pregnant and ready to raise a child#only for it to not be a child he didnât and doesnât cry ever and he learns everything so much sooner than most but then he never calls you#his parents and itâs not just a petty thing kids do sometimes you feel that he doesnât see you as family and the worst part is that you#agree deep down#and as he gets older he doesnât have any friends and actively rejects the notion of the entire concept#but then as time passes you hear about how he has entire groups of children following him and then several of them commit suicide#and that thing coming to sit with you and dravo at the dinner table says that he did what you did last week when the axe to chop wood broke#and you discarded it and got a new one#and he has these habits of ripping out flowers and making sure that they donât regrow#and then you hear rumours about a friendâs daughterâs cat disappearing and think nothing of it#until you visit his tree house a month later and find a declawed cat and birds with clipped wings and crushed bugs that he keeps fondly#and then you see him with other children and they donât know and his face is different and body language is entirely different#and were it not for the fact that you know better you would never see anything but a normal child#and you know that you are one who painstakingly brought this thing that should not be into the world and so you decide to end it all one da#and go to him as heâs asleep with the knife shaking in your hand#but he cries when youâre above him! screams at the top of his lungs!#so you beg for forgiveness even though you donât deserve it through tears but as soon as the knife is put away you see the act drop and fee#his clever fingers having twisted your brain inside and out and you know that you can do nothing#and so the opportunity arises to at least remove him out of your life if not everyoneâs lives and you take it immediately.#but you heard him talk. how he will close his fist around the world one day. and you know that it is not a matter of if but when.#like. imagine that. jesus dude.#like i hc her as someone that is messy and does not know a lot about life and she certainly wouldnât have been a good mother but the love#or at least desire to love is there somewhere. and believing that having a child is really the only somewhat meaningful thing she can do#with her life. sheâs not some hero or rich or anything of note. so thereâs a lot obligation and not genuine desire for family here.#but she never really got the chance to be an actual mother in the first place so. who knows what that might have looked like
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Solace
As the daughter of Alicent Hightower you had been fed stories of your older sister and her children, so when you are bethrothed to Jacaerys you arent too sure as to what to expect, and go into your courtship expecting the worse, only to find out you couldn't have been more wrong.
word count: 5,908
CW: MDI 18+, smut, fluff. p in v, fingering, loss of virginity, oral (f reciving), incest not beta read!
Jacaerys Veleryon x Fem!reader
a/n - no war au
Masterlist
She had been betrothed to Prince Jacearys since they were both children, before most noble children even knew the expectation of one day getting married off and yet since the day of said betrothal, they had not spent a single moment together. Nor had you exchanged a single letter nor a single thought of the other, at least she had not.Â
In all honesty she had simply lived as if he and their impending marriage did not exist, so when he returned for his brother's hearing and for their courtship to officially begin, they were at a complete loss of where to begin, they knew of no common interests, and there familyâs had been pitted against each other their entire lives. Seeing as they had never been close in their youth, nor present much time together, seeing as she had kept to herself or Heleana, and Jacearys having spent most of his time with his brother and hers.
She had always preferred solitude, preferred to keep to her books, painting, and her beloved dragon Gaelithox. Gaelithox perhaps the only being she would spend day after day with willingly.Â
she had hoped he would be similar. Though from what she could remember, he always seemed to find himself surrounded by others, not once does she remember seeing him alone. Perhaps if she had then she would have gotten to know him. But for her crowds were her worst fear, talking to more than one person or anyone was really. But Jacearys was always the centre of attention, with his good looks and charisma, it seemed he never begged for attention, it just always simply found him. She hoped marrying him would not force her to become the same.
How they expected her to one day be queen confused her. With Jacearys as the future king she would have all these responsibilities and have to do everything she hated. Her mother had made sure to tell her that, to start to show her what would be expected of her.
For all she knew it was a scare tactic from her mother, y/n knew her mother hated them, she would call them bastards and would whisper in her ear more and more rumours about her eldest sister and her eldest son.Â
So, when he arrived all she could do was watch him. Scared to start a conversation, and too nervous to make any moves towards him. So she stood from the sidelines as he found himself surrounded by the keeps inhabitants.Â
As she watched him at dinner, following lucerys victory of being declared the future lord of the tides, she very much doubted he would like solitude as much as she did. The few moments where he found himself not in conversation, he almost seemed nervous. She feared he would never understand her fear of crowds, or her hate for balls and feasts. Nor understand what her mother referred to as her quirks. He was loud and charismatic, all traits she lacked. He was drawn to crowds and seemed to thrive at the events she hated. But he seemed to suffer in the moments she loved the moments alone, the quiet moments.
She had been forced to sit away from her usual seat and sit nearer to the centre, a place where all eyes were on her. She sat opposite her eldest sister, Rhaenyra, with Jacearys on one side, and Aegon on the other.Â
Aegon had been making crude jokes all evening, whispering and taunting her. Though she had become extremely talented at ignoring him, it was starting to bug her, and all she wished was to retire to bed.Â
Luckily, he seemed to be the only one interested in her, until Rhaenyra decided to start a conversation with her. She had never really known her eldest sister, having always been stopped by her mother. She remembered when her and Rhaenyra would have bi-weekly garden tea, until her mother found out and banned her from even going near Rhaenrya chambers.
Over the years her mother had told her only the worst about Rhaenyra, and forced her own hatred or mayhap envy of her onto y/n. And yet she only ever seemed to be kind to her when they did interact.Â
âSister?â y/n heard her call out.
âYes princess?â she responded, stuttering from being addressed.Â
âAre you quite alright, you look quite pale?â her face was concerned, as did Jaceaerys when he turned from his seat to face ger at his motherâs words.
âi-â you looked down starting to pull at the skin on your fingers, âi do not find i fit in well in such gatherings, it's just stressâ she spoke, voice shaking as y/n looked down and bringing her fingers to her mouth biting the skin around them.
âWould you like me to escort you back to your chambers?â She heard Jacearys ask in concern.Â
At this her motherâs attention was captured, as she snapped her head around, ending her conversation with her grandsire, in doing so capturing the whole tables attention âwhatâs wrong dearests?â
âi- i would like to retire mother?â y/n almost begged, desperate for the offered reprieve.
âof course Aem-âher mother began, before being interrupted, clearly offering Aemond to escort her to her chambers.Â
âI shall escort her,â Jacearys interrupted, standing from his seat and offering his hand that
she took it nervously. These were the most words either had spoken for each other, at least that she could remember.Â
Walking down the halls of the keep, she found herself in a comfortable silence. Though Jacearys seemed to find it rather uncomfortable as he began to ramble on about gods knows what.
âso i told Luke -â
She hummed, responding to a question she probably heard minutes ago, she hated to admit it but she was seriously struggling to follow whatever he was talking about. The topic of which changed near every second.Â
He stopped walking suddenly, causing her to be pulled back as their arms were still interlinked. He seemed to finally realise he was talking nonsense and had lost her completely âIâm sorry, Iâve been rambling on and you canât even follow a word of what i was saying i-âÂ
âoh no i- i, well yes, but I believe you are just nervous⊠as am ilâ y/n spoke softly.Â
He nodded, âyour right, i- i have been trying to think of anything i know about you, any shared memories and yet i can not find a single thingâ he shook his head, seemingly ashamed.
âoh well⊠we never really talked until today, i always much preferred my own company to that of othersâ
âoh i- really?â he sounded confused as if spending time by himself was beyond him.
âi always found i was always more myself when with others, in fact i find myself nervous when I am alone '' he spoke, slowly making sure not to ramble on once more.
âI suppose I have never found such solace with another person as to feel myself with another personâ you looked down, she too seemed so polar to one another and feared her solitude would always be interrupted once she married him.Â
âI understand that, Luke is the same wayâ he looked at her then, âi hope that i can be the person you find solace in, one day..â he took her hands, stoking them softly, it was always a hard thing for her, touch. Always avoiding it, and only taking hugs to shaking someoneâs hand when she knew social construct dictated she should. And yet with him it was fine it seemed nice almost, something she could get used to, even find solace in.
âI would like thatâ she nodded, and he gave her a sweet smile, relief almost washing over his face. He took her arm once more and led her back to her chambers, this time instead of rambling, he simply asked her questions about herself, and for once she happily answered them.
The next day she was awoken to the sound of rapped knocks on her door. Though she normally slept in, it was still rather early for such a thing. Opening the door she saw Jacaerys standing with a bouquet of flowers, more specifically peonies, a flower that you would often find embroidered on several of her dresses.Â
âPrince-â
âJaceâ he interrupted â please call me Jace, we are to be a married soon it is only rightâÂ
âJaceâ she said slowly, getting used to the informality she lacked with even her own family , âwhat are you doing here so early?âÂ
âEarly?â he laughed, as if if the idea that nine in the morning could ever be considered early, âi suppose it could beâ
âWhy are you here?â She asked, almost irritated.
âSorry,â he spoke, reaching his arm out to present her with the peonies'' i simply came to ask if we may break our fast, with the hope you had yet to eat and yet it seems i woke you,â he shook his head âi apologise, i am used to waking up early for training. I should have thought you may have preferred to sleep inâ he looked down nervously.
Sniffing the flowers, she moved into her room, leaving the door agar as an invitation for Jace to come in. âI would like thatâ she nodded, âThough this is still rather early for me, so i shall need to call my maids to help me dress and prepare our breakfastâ
âearly?â He again asked, âwhat time do you normally wake?â
âMostly before noon, but not before 10,â you looked up with a small smile, âi find i can sleep the days away if allowed, it is one of the few things i can never seem to get enough offâ
He laughed, the nerves leaving him slightly. âI find i am always awake by eight, at the latest, sadly i do not possess the same skill to sleep in, a skill i am much jealous of.â He smiled, â i shall have the guards fetch your maids and order breakfast, and perhaps tomorrow we may share lunch insteadâÂ
âI would like that,â she nodded.
Their fast was spent with the exchange of shy smiles and timid questions asked, as time went on they grew more comfortable and found their rhythm, and she found the tiredness she felt from talking to others never came.Â
The next moon was perfect, each day she would wake, dress, then Jace would meet her and she broke her fast and he took his second meal. Then they would walk the gardens. After a few days, she confessed how typically she would ride Gaelithox the second she awoke, and soon they found they were going for dragon rides every morning. Vermax and Gaelithox enjoying each other's company. Every second was filled with chatter, and those few that were not, neither felt any awkwardness, just contentment, solace.
They seemed to spend almost every second of every day with each other and yet she not once found it tiring, or wished for a reprieve, she simply wished for more.
There were even days where she wished for no talking and Jace was more than happy to spend the whole day in silence, simply enjoying each other's company, as they went about their own tasks.
She felt as if she was learning everything there was to know about him, through his stories she felt as if she knew his brothers, his family, like she had grown up with them , and not just watching them. She learnt his quirks and he learnt hers. And every day they seemed to learn something new.Â
But today was the first day she would spend without him since his arrival, with her father , the king, asking for Jace to accompany the small council meetings from now on.Â
So she had planned to spend the day alone, resuming her old daily routine even on the days where Jace was not in her company.Â
That was until her mother decided to skip the small council meeting and spend the day with her.
âDo not ever trust them, dearestâ her mother tutted, brushing through her hair. âThey only wish for you and he to grow close so when the time comes you are on their side-â
She had tried to tune her out, but the instant comments answered messing with her head. She felt as if she was falling in love with Jace and yet they way her mother spoke of him, it was as if he was worse than Aegon, a fact she knew was not true.
âmother!â she finally snapped , shaking her head she pulled away from her mother, âi do not care! Jace shall be my husband and as you have reminded me since the day I first bleed, that my duty is to my husband and his family before my own.â she then whispered to herself âa fact you do not follow yourselfâ continuing she said â so why now when it is the son of the woman you despise, am I to do the opposite?â It was so out of character for her and yet years and years of hearing the words bastard and betrayal and whispers of war, she was finished.Â
She fully pulled away from her mother and stood up, straightening her dress, âthis past moon i have felt more seen and known by Jace than anyone my whole life. My whole life I have detested company, and chatter, and have at any and all attempts avoided events. and now i find the one person i do not detest, and would falsely attend any event he wishes me to, someone i enjoy spending time with, my future husband! You wish to ruin it for me! Do you not want me to be happy?â She nearly yelled, her face turning from the sweet, shy and docile face it had always been had turned angry âyou clearly do not wish for Heleana to have happiness, as clear with her marriage to Aegon at three and ten!â She was steaming, years of biting her younger so as to not gain attention, or do more talking thatâs necessary, bitterness flowed through her.
âdearest i-â her mother started, moving towards and reaching for her to pull her in a hug, only to be met by an instant rejection.
âI simply wish for whatever war you are making up in your head to end, so you can finally allow me the happiness I deserve!â And with that she walked about, only to be met with Jace and Rhaenyra's face as she walked out.Â
Jace chased after her, leaving his mother left to deal with Alicent.
ây/nâ he called out, ây/n stop!â
âNo, I can't,â she said as she continued down the halls, though she did slow down, allowing Jace a chance to catch up with her. âif i stop walking Iâll march right back in there and apologies!â she proclaimed.
âI'm sure you won't, you did the right thing '' Jace spoke, still trying to catch up with her.
âi have bite my tongue my whole life, never expressing my thoughts or opinions, and today i did!â she spoke, as she realised she was walking towards Jaceâs chambers. She didnât even think of where she was going, having stormed out of her own rooms, it seemed that in this past month his room had become a comfort to her.
Finally catching up in time to open the door to his rooms. ây/n you donât have to explain, you didnât do anything, you just spoke up for yourself andâŠfor meâ y/n swear she saw him blush.
âi know it was hard for you, that talking and expressing yourself is something your struggle withâŠbut you stood up for yourself itâs nothing you have to feel bad about itâs something you should be proud ofâ he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips âand in all honestly i was rather impressedâ
âyou where?â she blushed, stepping one closer.Â
he nodded, â you know me and my mother were coming to your chambers to discuss the weddingâ he said wrapping his arm around her waist. a movement and touch she had now grown to love. â We are to be married in a fortnightâ his face moved closer to her.
âWe are?â she questioned, her breathing getting heavier.Â
he nodded, there faces so close they were sharing their breaths âyes, soon you will be my wife, and i your husband and your mothers silly little rants will have no sway any longerâÂ
she gasped, he leant forward and finally kissed her, it was soft and sweet, leaving them both a blushing mess.Â
The next two weeks moved slowly, filled with wedding planning.Â
Her relationship with her mother was strained, finding most of the planning to be with her eldest sister Rhaenrya and even Heleana more so than her own mother. And the few times she was there she simply sent a glare in their direction and took at every laugh and smile.
She found that she rather enjoyed her sister's company, the two having a few similar interests. Rhaenyra seemed kind and cared for her children a great deal and as a result she did with her too.Â
She knew her mother cared, but watching her mother interact with Rhaenyra highlighted that most of her mothers objections were actually ones of jealousy. She was Jealous of Rhaenyra and more so of Daemon, as he received more glares the more he and Rhaenrya showed affection to one another. So much jealousy that she swear she saw some longing in her gaze whenever she stared at Rhaenrya.
The day before her wedding she finally found herself alone with her mother though from the way her mother barged into her room she knew the conversation the pair were about to have would not be a pleasant one.
âsit down dearestâ she spoke as she herself got comfortable. Doing as her mother bid, she sat beside her. Her mother quickly took her hand in hers, tight enough that even if she were to recoil it would not break her free.Â
âWhen I had this. Conversation with your sister, she already knew some of what was to come, with her Marrying Aegon, and will he loved to taunt her with the gory details for moons before their weddingâ Alicent took a deep breath. âOn the morrow you will be wed, and with that shall come some expectationsâÂ
she nodded, not quite sure what her mother meant. ânot only will you be taking on some of my duties but there is also the expectation of an heirâŠâ she looked at her then, expecting her to interrupt in some way. She stayed quiet, she knew she would have to have children but how the act itself was done was peculiar to her.
Her mother shifted uncomfortably, âonce you are wed the marriage must be consummatedâ she awkwardly grabbed at her hands, âit will be uncomfortable but some pleasure can be found in the actâ she sent her mother peculiar look, causing her mother to cough uncomfortably and once again move to explain âyour husband willâŠinsert himself in you, and spill his seed, allowing a babe to be made, though it can take some time so i shall prey you are lucky and conceive soonâŠâ
she looked down quietly âmother âshe spoke slowly, âAegon is my brother, though he and i arenât close i haveâŠwalked in on him numerous times, time enough to know what sex isâÂ
Her mother was shocked, looking down and shaking her head, âyour brother has no shame-â
âmother, i also have a septa who taught meâ she laughed, Heleana only did not know because she was young mother, i am aware, in fact me and-â she cut herself off not wanting her mother to become more shocked at hearing how her and Jace have already talked of the wedding night.
They were both inexperienced, though Jace had been taken to brothels by Daemon he had never actually done anything, wanting to save himself for his wife. A fact she was most happy about.Â
She loved Jace, she realised. He was everything she did not expect, though he was chatty and loud, he was also kind and sweet, a perfect gentleman. She and him had more in common than not, they both loved to read though Jace found little time to do so, so was more than happy to listen to her ramble on and on about the last book she read. She had shown him how to paint and draw, a skill he, though terrible at, found rather enjoyable, especially when he got the flicking paint at her. She herself had even found she loved a few of his hobbies or well if you can call sword fighting a hobby.Â
she remembered the morning, it was still early in their courtship, the first week in. She and Jace had yet to sleep and yet they could see dawn breaking through the windows in his room. They had spent the whole day and night talking, getting to know each other. âitâs dawn already?â Jace sighed as he moved from his spot on the sofa. she sighed from the movement, missing his warmth.Â
âitâs seems soâ she hummedÂ
âitâll be time for training soon.â he spoke, not necessarily to her.Â
âDo you train alone?âÂ
âHere I do, On Dragonstone Daemon is typically dragging me and Luke out of bed the second the sun begins to rise but here he has no desire to trainâ he looked at her, âwhy donât you join me?â he asked.
âi have never even touched a swordâ she exclaimed, as if the idea was a mad one.
He grinned âexactly, itâll be most entertaining!â
she laughed, âfine, but you must promise to show me your high Valyrian!â y/n declared, he had been complaining how bad his Valyrian was but refused to show her, despite her being fluent and offering to teach him.
He sighed, then a big grin filled his face âvery well, let us teach one another, i teach you in swordsmanship and you teach me high ValyrianâÂ
she laughed âvery well! though i make no promises to these swordplay lessons!â
They met again in the training yard, both in training clothes. She had borrowed hers from Jace and she was sure he was trying to sabotage her. His clothes hung from her in an almost comical way, he himself had laughed as she nearly tripped netting the training yard.
âyou look beautifulâ he said though his eyes were full of mirth as he took in the way his clothes hung from her.
âPerhaps you could have given me some of Luke's clothes insteadâ she sighed, a frown forming her face as she hung her arm up to show just how big his sleeves were compared to her arms.
âNext time we shall!â he declared, stopping his laughter to then pass her a wooden sword âfor now itâs fine.âÂ
The sword was heavier than she was expecting, as shown by how she nearly dropped it.
âdo you do any exercise?â he asked, seeing her near miss with the sword.
she scoffed âno, do i look like someone who does?â she asked bewildered.
he laughed âno i suppose not, and knowing you it doesn't surprise me that you do notâ he took the sword off her âperhaps we should start with some exerciseâ
âwhat?â she asked, she hated doing anything that could be remotely referred to as exercise.Â
âDonât worry, just some light exercise, to build staminaâ he looked at her then, something passing through his eyes. something she had yet to see.Â
He had made her run ten laps, stretch in more easily than she knew possible, And then finally let her hold the sword. âYou know I was hoping you wouldnât take this so seriouslyâ she sighed, hitting the dummy repeatedly. Jace corrects her technique with each hit. âreally?â
âOf course not, when you said it I had hoped we would just be jesting aroundâ she sighed dramatically, before moving to place the sword down on the rack. âI think that this âlessonâ is over.â she started to walk away only for Jace to grab her arm.
âWait!â he said, pulling her back to him gently. âAre you really not enjoying yourself?â he asked with a sad smile on his face.Â
y/n sighed, before a small smile graced her face âno, but perhaps hearing you speak some high Valyrian may make it more joyous.â she spoke, though she was enjoying herself a little, though it would definitely not be a hobby she would be taking up, though watching him practice his swordsmanship, that is a hobby she will be taking up.
âI- really?â he asked, his face unsure, ânyk-e donât Èłdragon ziree sÈłrâ
She laughed, his accent and pronunciation were all over the place, perhaps she was better at swordsmanship after one lesson that he was at high Valyrian after years of lessons, âitâs gaoman daor Èłdragon ziry sÈłrÄ«â
I do not speak it well
âSee what I mean!â he exclaimed, as she continued to laugh.
âoh Jace, gaomagon daor worry nyke sure kesÄ jiĆragon sÈłrkta isse daor jÄdaâ she taunted.Â
do not worry Iâm sure you will get better in no time
âI have no idea what you just said '' he sighed, shaking his head, âbut at least i can hold a sword properlyâ he taunted back to her.
âHey! It's my first lesson, have you been learning high Valyrian for how long?â she questioned, a gleam in her eyes.
âhÄre jÄdriâ he replied, a smile as he realised he had pronounced it correctly
Three years
She hummed, beginning to circle him, âhÄre jÄdri? funny seeing hae heleanas riñar Èłdragon sÈłrkta eglie valyrain than ao se issi balrey hÄre pĆntÄlaâ
three years? Funny seeing as Heleanas children speak better high Valyrian than you and they are balrey three themselves
âI- well, stop taunting me!â he protested.
âOnly if we can stop this, will I have reached my yearly exercise limit.. For the year!â she joked, dramatically falling, conveniently into his arms.Â
âFine, fine!â he said, âbut you can not mention to anyone about my high Valyrian.â he brought her back to her feet.
âOh please who would i tell? se lo nyke gĆntan, skorkydoso would ao sesÄ«r gÄ«migon?â she laughed, starting to walk away, only to have Jace chase her back all the way back to her chambers.
and if i did, how would you even know?
It was safe to say she never participated in his training again, but on the odd days she was awake when he went, she found she did in fact enjoy watching him.
It took a few attempts before they found a hobby they both loved equally. Painting. She had been painting for as long as she can remember, Jace however had taken it up about two weeks ago, but seemed to love it as much as she.
âLet's paint each other!â Jace declared, as he saw the paints y/n left out.Â
She hesitated, âhave you ever painted before?â
âNo, but how hard could it be?â She laughed at that, but said nothing.
They sat opposite each other, their art facing only themselves. They gave themselves an hour before they would show each other what they had painted.Â
Jace went first. He seemed so proud of himself. To give him credit it was fairly good, though it looked nothing like her.Â
âIt's good!â she exclaimed, âi like itâ she reached forward to grab it âi shall have it framedâ she hummed. Jace smiled widely at that.
âShow me yours!â he asked, or more declared as he turned the canvas around himself.Â
His face was shocked, mouth wide, âi- wowâ he was at a loss of words. âThis is incredible!â he exclaimed, his face one of awe, âand you said mine was good!, you were lying!â
She laughed, âno-no it is, i promiseâ i grabbed his art then, comparing the two, before throwing his on the floor, âoh please, mine is rubbish, yours is wow! I think it shall become my official portrait!â he exclaimed standing up and walking to the doors with it.Â
âwoah ! where are you going?â she asked standing up to follow him.
âToo show everyoneâ he stated as if it was the obvious answer.
He showed it to everyone he saw, a blushing y/n on his tail.
âMother.â she spoke, back once more in the present, âi trust him, more than anyone and anythingâ at that her mother relaxed, and for the first time in what felt like a long time, she saw a real smile gracing her mothers face.
The day of the wedding came, she had expected nerves and jitters, and yet all she felt was contentment. She knew she was lucky, most brides barely knew their husband before they wed them, and she knew Jace and he knew her. She knew his quirks, his hobbies, and he knew hers. They were polar opposites, and yet they fit so perfectly together. She was excited for this day, and as was he.
The dress she wore was her mothers dress. A white dress with sleeves coming down to her elbow before dropping down to the length of her dress showing a deep red. On her shoulder sat two dragons, dragons she had changed to represent Vermax and Gaelithox. The dragons were joined together and connected in an intricate pattern on her bodice. She wore no jewellery, only a small head piece, woven into the braids on her hair.
âYou look beautifulâ her mother declared. âAre you ready?â
y/n nodded, taking one final look at herself in the mirror, one last time before leaving her room.
The wedding was a blur, it went by so fast and before she knew it, Jace and her were declaring their love and sealing it with a kiss. They exchanged giddy smiles as they left theÂ
sept, their hands never wavering from their grip. The night celebrations went by quickly. The only time they never once left each others sides. It was the first event y/n ever truly enjoyed, they had danced four times that night, feasted to their heart's content, and enjoyed the first few hours of being newlyweds.Â
Then it was time for the bedding. She had never been more grateful than when Jace shouted at the men attempting to drag her away, and he himself picking her up and taking her to their now shared chambers.Â
âI am sorry for that.â he spoke, taking her hand in his, âI had made it clear we would not have a bedding, but -â
âAegon had other plans' ' she interrupted, âdo not worry, it's just who he is' ' she laughed.
For the first time in weeks the silence between them was awkward. Both knowing what was to come, but not how to start.
After a few moments Jace finally moved forward, he reached for her slowly, one had wrapping around her waist, the other reaching up to caress her face. They both looked at each other shyly, before Jace moved in closer, his lips capturing hers. It was soft and slow.
His lips still joined with hers they moved further into the room, his hand moving from her waist to her back, reaching and slowly unlacing the binds of her bodice.
âAre you okay with this?â he asked, breaking away from her lips.
She nodded, âyes.â Â As she slowly reached to pull of her dress, leaving her in just her chemise.
Jace groaned his pants tightening, he reached forward once again capturing her lips in his.
 They slowly moved towards the bed, her hands reaching towards his clothes, slowly taking them off and leaving him in his small clothes.
There lips breaking apart, they both took each other in, before finally lying on the bed. Jace continued to kiss her slowly moving from her lips to her neck, his hands reaching down to her should and moving the straps of her chemise down, revealing her breasts.
âgodsâ he groaned, âyouâre so beautifulâ he said as he moved down to kiss her breasts. Slowly moving down her body, removing her chemise as he did, leaving her bare beneath him.
He was level with her heat, he had heard of kissing there and the thought of tasting her in such a way made a groan escape him. âCan I?â he begged, unsure of what he meant y/n nodded.
Jace dived in, giving a cautious lick through her folds, he groaned at the taste and quickly went back licking and tasting like a starved man. She herself was moaning in pleasure, her hands clutching the back of his neck, tightening when he finally found her bud.
Releasing the reaction form touching the small bud of nerves, he made sure to focus his efforts on it, sucking it into his mouth, and bringing his fingers up to her entrance, beginning to circle her juices and slowly tease his way into her.
Tensing at the feeling of the intrusion, she gripped further onto him, and started to move away. With his spare hand he gripped onto her and pulled her back to him. His finger now pully in he instead started to focus his intentions of pumping them in and out of her. Causing her to start moaning once again in pleasure, even more so when his second and third finger entered her. Soon she was reaching her peak.
He slowly backed away from her, pulling down his small clothes to revel his hard, thick long length.
âgodsâ they both groaned at the sight of the others naked body. He slowly crawled back onto the bed, his body covering hers. He once again took her lips with his, in a passionate and heated kiss, his legs slowly parted hers as he positioned himself at her entrance.
âAre you sure?â he once again asked, caressing her face.
She nodded, covering the hand on her face with her own and reaching forward to kiss him again, âyesâ she consented.
He nodded, kissing her once more as he slowly entered her.
She groaned at the stretch, feeling at slight sting as he slowly entered her. Her face contorted in quick discomfort, but quickly faded as he settled himself fully inside her, allowing her time to adjust.
âgods, you feel amazingâ he groaned, moving his head to her neck. âcan I move?â he groaned, near begged.
âyesâ she said, and he wasted no time, slowly pumping in and out of her. Slowly the discomfort faded and all she could find was pure pleasure.
Moving in and out of her, Jace was moaning, kissing her neck with each thrust, he had never felt such pleasure as he did in this moment.
Slowly picking up the pace, he soon found that sweet spot inside her, that turned her into a moaning mess. Wrapping her arms around his neck she was soon grinding her hips against his, chasing her peak, and he was soon reaching one of his own, spilling his seed inside of her.
Slowly pulling from her, her moved to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her towards him, he kissed her slowly and whispered, âI love youâ. In that moment she felt what could only be described as solace.
That night, they did not sleep a wink, nor would they in the moons that followed. Their marriage was a harmonious one, one of love and joy. And when the king finally passed, and Rhaenrya was queen, there was no division of factions of house Targaryen, she liked to think that their marriage has helped branch the units, and make them once more a family.
Even more so when nine moons after their wedding she birthed their first child.
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Stacyâs Mom Has Got It Goinâ On ËÌŁÌŁ á”ÌŁÌŁÌŁÌŁÌŁÌŁ
Pairing: Husband!Rafe Cameron x Soccer-mom!Wife!Reader
Itâs not easy being a soccer-mom, especially when dads hit on you at every game as if youâre not married to Rafe.
Wc: 1,596
Fluff, Protective Rafe making an appearance, kinda pushy guy (idk what to say)
An: Iâve really wanted to write a fic based on this song, and this idea randomly popped into my head so! Am I using the names I wanna name my kids? Yes, yes I am.
Not proofread tbh
Feedback always appreciated lovelies!! xx
âIâll be back, âmkay doll?â
You hum in acknowledgement, eyes peering back at the field after looking up.
Your husband, Rafe leant down and places a firm kiss on your forehead.
âYeahhh, Daddyâs gonna be back, baby.â Rafe coos at your two year old, who was sitting on your lap, babbling freely while peering at him with her big doe eyes.
Rafe walks off the bleachers; in search of the concession stand to buy food for the three of you.
You brush your hand over your young daughterâs head, making sure her somewhat oversized hat is still covering her head entirely. Her hand wraps around your index finger.
It was oddly humid today, if you continued moving, youâd break a slight sweat. You can't even imagine what your daughter -Stacy must be feeling, running around on the large grassy field under the beaming bright sun.
You were proud of your baby girl though, nonetheless. And so was Rafe, of course.
You shout loudly when you notice the game is about to start, bellowing out a âGo Stacy!â
Stacyâs eyes easily found yours, for you and Rafe would always sit in the same spot on the bleachers.
Her eyes were slightly wide due to your shout, despite you and Rafe always cheering for her during her games.
Sheâs motioning for you to âshhâ, putting her fingers to her lips before getting into her position.
âWhich oneâs yours?â You hear to the left of you, the unknown voice makes you tear your eyes away from the field.
You smile shortly at the unfamiliar man next to you, âNumber 22.â
You canât help but notice how heâs rather scruffy looking, an odd contrast to your upkept husband with his neatly buzzed hair.
âMineâs number 13.â He says, flashing his teeth at you.
You gasp and shoot up a little, making you look down at your daughter on your lap. âValerieâs yours? Oh sheâs just the sweetest!â
The man chuckles, looking deeply in your eyes. This makes your eyebrows raise, slightly in confusion, but mostly in discomfort.
He hadnât done anything out of the norm, youâd randomly talk to the other moms around too, but something about him made you uncomfortable.
âMy name's Brandon, and yours?â
You introduce yourself briefly, before turning back towards the game.
His eyes dart to your left hand, looking for a ring, for any indication that you belong to someone else. He smiles sharply when he finds your fingers bare. This goes unnoticed by you.
Little does he know, you do have your ring on, just around your neck.
Your biggest fear was your youngest accidentally pulling off your ring, resulting in you losing it. Or, even worse: it pokes her eye or something of that nature.
You suppose you could be considered a âHelicopter-momâ at times, simply going to the extremes to make sure your kids are happy and healthy at every point in time.
Rafe is the exact same way, maybe even a little worse. But you knew he was just protective, he loves this life that he has with you, since he had no idea the two of you wouldâve been together for so long.
You had started dating Rafe when you were 18 and he was 19. It was good for the first few months, disregarding the few arguments that you had. But then, you had caught Rafe doing cocaine.
You donât think youâll ever be able to shake the look on his face from your memory.
You werenât supposed to be at the party, you said you were busy filling out college applications.
So when he was mid-line, and he saw you standing there all dolled up, watching him with glossy eyes, he felt his heart shatter into pieces.
You werenât supposed to find out, he wanted to keep this away from you, to keep you close to him.
He promised that he would try and stay sober for you, but eventually heâd give in every time the opportunity was in front of him. This resulted in several arguments, and surprisingly, a break up.
But things are different now. You both are in your 30âs, you got married, and of course, had two beautiful babies together.
Rafe knew heâd be crazy to fuck things up now, when he has the perfect life right in front of him.
Speaking of which; youâre really starting to wonder what the hell is taking him so long just to get some goddamn hotdogs and drinks.
Youâre bouncing your knee anxiously, which makes your daughter giggle. You wish she wasnât finding this amusing, but you know she canât help it.
âWell whoâs this cute girl, huh?â The man coos, tickling your daughterâs side.
âHer name is Noelle.â You huff, your mood quickly
shifting to do this stranger touching your daughter.
He lets out another chuckle, you wish you never had to hear it again. âSounds like youâre quoting Teenage Dirtbag to me.â
You give him a pointed look, youâre really getting sick of his pestering. âThatâs where I got it from.â
Abruptly, the crowd starts cheering madly. You look around and see Stacy's team celebrating briefly; they had just scored a goal.
You cheer and clap, grabbing Noelleâs chubby hands and making her raise her arms wildly while giggling with her.
âYâknow, Iâve been thinking. Maybe we could-â Before Brandon could finish his sentence, none other than Rafe Cameron comes stomping up the bleachers, huffing and puffing angrily.
He sits down and sighs, âGod, Iâm sorry babe. The line was so long! I swear Iâm going grey right now.â
âAnd I missed the goddamn play!â Rafe exclaims. He looks over at you and immediately goes quiet once he sees those wide baby eyes that look at him curiously.
âDa?â Noelle mutters, reaching her tiny hands towards Rafeâs larger ones.
âYeah. Daâs here babygirl, do you want your food? Huh sweet girl?â
Rafe hands you your food, setting his food aside so he can put Noelle in his lap. He begins to split half his hotdog in pieces for her.
You glance to the left, you notice Brandon looking like a fish out of water.
Rafe is the CEO of one of, if not the biggest business company around. And Brandon had just borderline harassed his wife, who was holding his child.
Brandon sneers at the two of you in silence while the game continues, nearly boiling at the fact that he couldnât have you.
Your head is laying on Rafeâs shoulders, youâre rubbing circles on Noelleâs shoulder as she settles down.
âEverything alright babe?â Rafe asks, trying to peer down at your face.
You untuck your necklace with your wedding ring from your shirt, fiddling with it. âYeah, now that youâre here Ray.â
Thereâs silence between the two of you for a few seconds.
ââŠWhat does that mean?â
You hesitate to answer, but you do regardless, âNothing! Itâs just uh..That guy next to me, was kinda like hassling me I guess.â
This makes Rafe straighten his back.
âHe do somethinâ to you doll?â Rafe questions in a whisper. You know you have about 30 seconds to try and calm him down before heâs banned from every soccer game left in the season.
âNo, okay? Iâm fine, itâs cool. I need you to calm down Ray.â
Rafeâs nose is flaring, âWhat about Ellie? Did he touch her?â
You feel your throat closing up, your heart is damn near pounding out of your chest.
You donât say anything to Rafe, but that look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know.
You grab his bicep, trying to keep him grounded. Even though heâs changed, some parts of him havenât.
Rafe speaks lowly in your ear, but not too much to frighten you in any way. âIâll take care of it, okay? Donât worry yâpretty little head about it.â
Rafe presses a firm kiss against your cheek, then presses a softer one to your lips.
After 30 more minutes, and 2 more goals, Stacyâs team wins.
You and Rafe cheer loudly, letting out âThatâs our baby girl!â
You meet Stacy at the bottom of the bleachers, holding Noelle in your hand as the littlest claps her hands between Stacyâs face.
Youâre too busy congratulating your daughter to notice Rafe pulling Brandon aside while his daughter, Valerie is off talking to her friends.
Rafe puts a firm hand on his shoulder, âHey man.â
Brandon lets out a nervous laugh, âHey there, Rafe Cameron, right?â
âYeah, letâs keep this short. I better not see or hear you talking to my wife again, do you hear me? I donât give a shit what happened.â
Rafe continues shortly, âAnd keep your fucking hands to yourself, if I find out you touched my either of my daughters again, I swear to God himself Iâll put you under.â
The two men are holding eye contact, one looks with confidence and borderline rage, while the other looks with fear.
Rafe walks down the bleachers, meeting you and your girls.
âYou were amazing out there sweetheart!â Rafe smiles while pulling Stacy into a bear hug.
âJesus dad, youâre crushing me!â Stacy laughs with a slight wheeze.
Rafe ruffles her hair and puts his arm around your neck.
âAll good to go?â
You nod your head, and with that, the four of you begin to walk to Rafeâs parked car.
Rafe realizes that this isnât the first time youâve been hit on at a soccer game, or anywhere in fact. And this definitely wonât be the last.
Cause everybodyâs in love with Stacyâs mom.
#leeâs writing! âáą. Ì«.áąâ#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron imagine#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#outer banks#obx x reader#obx x you#outer banks imagine#Spotify
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imagining đđđđ taking your daughter tsumiki for a day out after you grilled him for spending too much âguy timeâ with little megumi.
he says heâs not good with dolls and princess stories, but after you tell him about how sad tsumiki was the day prior, he makes it a point to take her out.
everyoneâs heads turn when he walks into the hello kitty cafe, dressed in black from head to toe and holding the hand of a little girl with your hair and his eyes. moms blush and talk among themselves, workers wonder if they need to call someone, little kids stare and the occasional one points.
he doesnât care though. all he sees is tsumikiâs big smile, and thatâs enough.
toji is almost a whole head taller than the worker, whose hands clutch the ordering tablet while they stiffen in their pink striped uniform. âuh, what can I get for you, sir?â
his green eyes flicker down to his daughter, who clutches his arm with one hand while the other points at the menu. âthe cinnamoroll, papa! the one in the blue! with the sparkles!â
a grunt leaves him, then heâs unintentionally staring down the employee. âuh, the cinnamon roll oneâ-
âcinnamoroll, papa!â tsumiki corrects, tugging his arm a bit.
âcinnamoroll, the cinnamoroll drink,â toji repeats, a little nauseated by the scent of the sweets, but bent on making his girl happy. âand, uhâŠâ
he searches for a drink he can tolerate, brow raising as he finds one. âthe baddo batsu black coffee.â
a few taps on the ordering tablet and the employee looks up. âanything else, sir?â
itâs almost comical how he looks to tsumiki, waiting for her approval. she squeezes his hand and reaches over the counter to grab at a pack of tiaras sporting the cute little characters she loves so much.
toji pays, the pair waits for their drinks, then they sit at a table together. tsumiki places one tiara on her head, quickly giving the other to her papa. he lets her babble on about about who these characters are, asking her questions and spoiling her rotten.
and when tomorrow comes, he feels more than satisfied when you tell him about how tsumiki called yesterday the best day of her life.
maybe heâll take her every week, actually.
#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x reader#fushiguro toji x reader#toji x y/n#toji x you#toji x reader#banging my hands on the ground Iâm in love w him
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đđđ đđđđđ đ đđđđđ? đ àŁȘË àœàœČàœàŸââË.âàŒ
âgojo satoru x fem! reader
đâĄâââ your husbandâs already given you two children, one more wouldnât hurt right?
đâĄâââ cw: fluff, smut, breeding, praise, petnames, squirting, impregnation, dirty talk
đâĄâââ a/n: requested by anon, i loved writing this so much
Eight years.
You and Gojo had been married for eight years. Having met each other in high school, him being the one to get down on one knee the second you both had finished college. He knew you were the one for him ages ago.
That you were his from the moment he met you.
Some would say that you two were living the dream life, despite how young you both were. Gojo never hiding the fact that he was willing to spoil you day by night.
He loved you more than anything. And he never failed to show that through the many acts of affection. His favorite one being buried deep inside you as he whispered the sweet nothings into your ear.
The sex drive of your marriage was high, that was a fact. It was how you ended up with two children in the first place. Two girls who looked exactly like their dad, not even bothering to try with your genes. They had his complexion, his hair, his overly beautiful eyes. They had everything of his.
When you had your first daughter, most people in your life assumed she was an accident. Assumed that Gojo had simply âforgottenâ to pull out.
They didnât know how noisy youâd gotten that night, holding onto your husband tightly as you begged him to fill you up. Begged him to put a baby in you. You wanted to feel all of him.
Your second child was all him. Him begging to give you another one. To pump you nice and full with one more baby. And who were you to say no? You two were building a family and you loved it.
Four and two.
Those were your daughtersâ ages, beautiful girls who looked almost identical to each other, obviously. You liked to call them and Gojo triplets. And it made his heart swell knowing that they were something you had both created. Together. Even though they clearly had a favorite already.
His daughters clung to him every second that he was around them. Refusing to let daddy go as your youngest sat in his lap with an adorable grin. Giggling softly as her big sister tied scrunchies into the soft bed of white hair.
âMommy look! Daddyâs all pretty now,â she clapped, clearly proud of her work as she pulled lightly at the short ponytails.
You watched Gojo grumble under his breath, unable to hide his smile as he looked up at your standing frame. Cheeks tinted red when you laughed softly. âHe is baby, heâs very pretty now. Looks just like you two.â Leaning down to peck both their cheeks with a smile of your own.
You yelped softly as you were pulled down, sat on the other side of your husbandâs lap as he smirked. âYou know whoâs just as perfect as you two? Your mommy.â
Your older daughter hummed, cuddling into your lap with a nod. âYou are very pretty mommy. Wanna look like you when i get big.â
You couldnât find the words. As much as you knew that was impossible, it warmed your heart to the core. Especially when your other daughter nodded in agreement, fitting herself on you beside her sister. âYouâre very very pretty mommy.â
âThanks my babies.â You smiled warmly, an arm wrapped around each of them as Gojo wrapped one around you. âNow, you owe me a little kiss too.â He pouted. You giggled, pressing your lips to his in a short kiss before pulling away.
Neither of you wanting to hear the exaggerated ewww that escaped from your daughtersâ mouths when you kissed for even a second too long.
You liked to think that you got lucky to have such sweet children. The kind that makes others actually want a child of their own.
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You loved your life. Everyone could see that. But it had been way too long since you and Gojo were able to spend some alone time together.
It wasnât your idea, it was his. And you couldnât not give in when you allowed yourself to think about it. A weekend all to yourselves with complete privacy. A chance for you both to relax.
It was Friday, and you rung the doorbell to your dear friend Nanamiâs house, a childish grin on Gojoâs face as he waited for the door to swing open.
Nanami raised a brow upon seeing you two, a cup of coffee in his hand as if youâd interrupted his peaceful morning.
âUncle Kentooo!!â Two high pitched voices rung out. Little legs running to hug the blond man by his own. Nanamiâs eyes widened momentarily, steadying the mug in his hand away from the two latching on to him.
A small smile gracing his face when they grinned up at him. âWell hello you two.â
Gojo grabbed the cup from his friend when your daughters started making upsie signals with their hands. Nanami picking them both up on either side of his torso, turning sharply on his heel as he asked them about their week.
âIf that isnât the sweetest thing I donât know what is.â You giggled, Gojoâs hand on the small of your back as you brought in two pink princess bags. âSo.. Kento-â
âWe need a favor.â Gojo was quick to cut to the chase, Nanami not bothering to even watch him as he let small hands play in his hair. His emotions far from the bored expression on his face.
âIâll watch them.â
âThank you so much Kento. My parents will be coming for them tonight.â You smiled, the man only nodding with a hidden shrug. âYouâre just lucky theyâre nothing like him.â Pointing his head in the direction of the man sat next to you.
âHey!â Gojo gasped in faux offense, âIâm awesome thank you very much.â
Nanami only scoffed. And you and Gojo stood up to give your girls a final hug and kiss to their foreheads. âWeâll see you on Sunday okay my darlings? Grandma and grandpa will come for you later yeah? Mommy and Daddy love you so much.â
âUh huh, bye mommy, bye daddy!â They sung together, something else that they tended to do from time to time.
As you walked out of Nanamiâs house, ready to go home and pack a few clothes, your head tilted. Confusion evident on your face when you looked up at Gojo. âDoesnât he have work today?â
âYeah but he adores them. Heâd skip work everyday if he had to.â
It was true, Nanami was one of your biggest supports. He was always willing to take them off your hands for even an hour. He hated to admit it but he loved them like they were his own. He truly thought of himself as an uncle.
You found it adorable how serious he was until he was sure you left. Allowing himself to give into their tea parties and makeovers. He was one of the people you trusted most.
You knew that your daughters were in good hands for the day, especially since Nobara and Yuji would be there. Their inner children coming out whenever they were around your daughters.
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Gojo had taken you to a hot spring resort nearly two hours away. One of the best that he could find.
You were in awe the second you stepped into the place. Never getting used to the amount of money Gojo was willing to spend on you.
The room was huge, and to say it was gorgeous was an understatement. But it paled in comparison to the view. The large steaming pools which were adorned with large marble sloped rocks and tall trees. The whole resort enclosed within mountains which seemed to touch the clouds. The sun setting behind beds of luscious green as the sky glimmered pink and orange.
It was perfect.
Snd the first thing you did after settling in was head into the heated waters. Breathing out contented sigh as you sunk neck down. Allowing the warmth to calm every last one of your nerves. The tension you didnât even know you had in your shoulder slowing subsiding as you leaned your head back onto one of the large rocks.
âThis is amazing.â You smiled, blinking your eyes open to look at your husband, who kept complaining that the area he was in was too hot. Not allowing himself to go any further than his legs until you pulled him into a hug.
Letting the water flow in place at your shoulders. Ignoring the over dramatic faces that your husband was making at the âheatâ, simply resting your head in his neck as you relaxed in each otherâs arms.
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The tv blared ever so slightly as you cuddled into Gojoâs side. The coolness of the room unable to beat the warmth that still stuck to your skin. You had just got off a call with the girls. They were at their grandparentsâ house. No doubt having way too much dessert before bed. Though theyâd most likely get to stay up late watching cartoons.
âYou know..â Gojo started, his fingers trailing soft shapes on your skin, âWe should have another one.â
You lifted your head off of his chest, âI donât think theyâll sell us drinks right now love.â
âIâm not talking about drinks.â Your stomach fluttered when Gojo turned you over, his knee in between your thigh as his lips ghosted over your ear. âIâm talking about putting another baby in you.â Allowing it to brush over your clothed clit.
Your lips parted in a whimper when he kissed down your neck. Swiftly pulling off your shirt to kiss at your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth while he fondled the other. Your hips bucking up into him when he began grinding his hips slowly into you.
You shivered when his lips touched your belly. Peppering it with small kisses as he hummed against your skin. âLet me make your belly swell.â
You moaned softly, nodding your head eagerly. âP-please.â
âHmm, gonna give me a third one sweet girl? Gonna make us a pretty family of five?â He husked, kisses getting more aggressive as he trailed back up. His cock twitching at the little whimpers that you failed to contain when you made a noise of agreement.
âMhm, âm gonna give you another one. Wanna give you another one.â
âYeah?â He breathed, looking for that final bit of confirmation before his lips smashed onto yours. The kiss hard and needy as he worked on removing the rest of your clothes. His fingers dipping down between your folds with a groan. âYouâre so soaked fâ me pretty.â
He ran his hand up your slit teasingly, rubbing tiny circles onto your clit making you whine out. âToruu, no teasing.â
He chuckled, his thick cock prodding at your entrance as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. Your hands instinctively draping around his shoulders so that he was pressed into you. A loud moan sounding through the room as he sank into you.
You let a small mewl escape your lips with every movement of his hips. His thrusts gradually increasing in pace till he was hammering into you. Pulling his length almost all the way out before slamming it back into you.
Bright blue eyes met yours, your breathing getting heavier as your back arched off the bed. Nails digging into the skin of his back as you were rocked back and forth. Your husbandâs thick cock stretching you out so deliciously as it repeatedly kissed your sweet spot. The position allowing him so deep inside you that he bulged lightly in your stomach.
âToru, nnghâ so good. Ahh.â You were getting noisy. Your cute babbles mixing with the loud echoes of his skin hitting yours. The mere force of his loving making it twice as loud.
You could only moan shakily as you pulled him even closer. Drool covered lips parting in sweet cries when your nails scratched down his back. âO-oh fuck. Ahhh.â
âTaking me so well. My pretty little wifey, canât wait to see you carrying my child again. Fuck,â He grunted, squelching noises growing louder as your sticky pussy leaked onto your thighs and his. The whole roomed filled with your lewd sounds of pleasure as you both fell into each other. âGonna fill you up real good baby. Stuff that messy pussy so full of my cum and watch that belly swell.â
Your legs trembled at his words, your hold on him tightening as the rhythmic slapping clouded your brain. Your vision blurring with tears as your stomach tightened. Every nerve along your walls being set on fire as you were fucked like youâd disappear in any moment.
Gojoâs sinking to elbows at the sides of your head for you to cry into his broad chest when you felt yourself nearing your high. âToruuâ so good Toruu, so g-good.â
âHmm youâre close fâme,â he groaned, your pussy holding him snug as your body shook. âShit, gonna make you a mama of three. Gonna give it to ya so deepâ f-fuckk. Look at me when you cum.â He whispered lowly, your glassy eyes peeling open to blink up at him dumbly.
âNnghâ âm, a-ahhh, Toru âm so c-close.â You couldnât think. Your brain unable to process anything but him and the way his cock was fucking into you so good. Your thoughts blanking out as you were engulfed by an indescribable pleasure. Mouth opened in a final cry as you fell off the edge.
âThatâs it. Cum fâ me baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock. There you goâ just like that.â His thrusts never slowed as a high pitched scream bubbled in your throat. Your body trembling uncontrollably beneath him as you let go. Sopping pussy gushing all over him just the way he liked it. His thrusts never losing their pace as you squirted with a continuous string of moans.
Your husbandâs thrusts got sloppy. Head falling into the crook of your neck as he unknowingly slowed down. His thrusts hard and deep as he moaned into your delicate skin. Finding it adorable how your little mewls began to match his pace.
âLove this pussy so fucking much. Could pump her full of my cum every fucking day. Shitâ here it comes baby.â His slow thrusts synced with his words, lips capturing yours hungrily as he buried himself deep inside you. Tip sat at your cervixâs entrance when his cock twitched. Spurts after spurts of the the thick substance flooding your insides with heat.
Gojo pulled away from you, a small string of saliva connecting your lips to each otherâs. You stayed clung to him like a koala to a tree. Tiredly smiling up at him when he pecked your nose. âIf we keep having children every two years weâll end up with fifty grandkids.â
He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. âSo, what are we gonna name her?â
âHer?â
âWe only have girls so far baby, i donât think itâs in my blood to have a boy.â He joked, both of you laughing as you thought of any possible truth of his words.
âI wouldnât mind a boy,â You sighed softly, using your finger to brush away the loose strands of hair that fell over his eyes. âI think heâd look just like you.â
Gojoâs hand rested on your belly, using his thumb to rub over it softly. âIâd love either, only cause iâd know that i made them with you.â
Your heart skipped a beat. âI love you so much.â
â And I love you more than you could ever imagine sweet girl.â
#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo x reader smut#gojo satoru#jjk x reader smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo#gojou satoru x reader#jjk gojo#gojo fluff#gojo satoru x reader smut#gojo satoru fluff
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Halloween AU!!!
hey so. i put SOOOOO much effort into this au and for what? at least it ended up looking cool? anyways Halloween is my favorite holiday and i just HAD to make something for them!
i had a LOT of ideas for what everyone would be, but i really wanted to stick to a certain theme cause it's based around Halloween. i knew i had to have a vampire, werewolf, and a witch. cause like... obviously. iconic Halloween stuff!! but i took some liberties with everyone else and i think they turned out pretty cool!!
Jason was originally a fox shifter (which i still love and might draw art for some day) but i went with a bear in the end. is that because i thought about tiny bear cub Jaybin and wanted to cry? yeah. yeah it is. i KNEW Steph was going to be my werewolf though i started doubting myself when i went to draw her. turned out to be my favorite drawing on here which makes sense cause she is my light my love my daughter my will to live and all that jazz
Tim was actually gonna be a harpy but thank god i didn't go for that in the end. Duke was the one that was a bitch and a half trying to figure out BUT!! comments on the post asking what y'all thought led me towards Psychic so THANK YOUUUU everybody that commented!! (specifically those who thought of ghost!! Duke and Tim ended up being a perfect duo in this au)
Babs was pretty easy to figure out what I wanted for her. I read somewhere that they are seen as protectors of forests/ are considered spiritual authority figures and also.... she looks cool as fuck. Did not expect how easy it was to find a ref for a deer in a wheelchair though? I can never find the right hand or face angle reference but that was super easy???
For Bruce there was literally no question he HAD to be human. it's literally so funny that everyone who knows Batman thinks he's a spooky vampire but he's human. his first son, however?????? THAT'S the vampire. I knew Dick had to be a vampire too. A little nod towards that one comic run but in my au nothing bad happens ever đ„° Damian also being a bat shifter is very on purpose because how funny is it that he's a bat man. Literally not a single person in the League thinks that Bruce is telling the truth about being human. Bruce you are NOT beating the secretly a vampire allegations.
adding in Jay's hilarious joke it's so fucking funny:
Alfred is actually a demon. I CAN NOT remember who made this post so if someone can help me find it, it would be appreciated!! because this was inspired by them!!! but somewhere i saw someone talk about Alfred being a demon that Thomas and Martha made a deal with (i think it was for an au idea?) and I just HAD to put it here. Alfred looks so human and everyone expects it, but he's definitely not. I put the ??? because it's so fucking funny. see if you can spot the 1 hint i put on his drawing that something is amiss!!
Peter is from an alternate dimension still, but it is not a world of creatures like him, it's just the same as LoF canon except Peter grew some extra limbs and eyes. He finds that it's actually pretty easy to fit in with the Waynes. Hard to feel like a freak when a guy can turn into a fucking bear, or your dad is a vampire, and the teenagers in the family are trying to summon ghosts or make potions.
additional doodles for this au:
i am still debating whether i am going to draw something for this au or write a oneshot, but i DO want to do something with these for Halloween
#(putting a hypnosis thingmabob in front of you)#oooooo you don't notice i forgot peter's tooth gap in the character design sheets#oooooo#you're getting veryyy sleepy and so you don't notice#listen he was the last one i drew and i worked on this for 9 hours#halloween au#halloween#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#peter parker#leap of faith catch me if you can#leap of faith#thank you for the ask!#dick grayson#bruce wayne#jason todd#tim drake#steph brown#cassandra cain#duke thomas#babs gordon#damian wayne#alfred pennyworth#batfamily#batfam#art#character design#character illustration
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Bound By Blood (m)
synopsis: A servant to the state since birth, forced to work for the royal family until you die. These are the conditions that have granted you life, yet are they are the same ones that can take everything away. He can take everything away. But he would never, for you are his future, his eternity.
k.taehyung x f.reader
âŠïž Ę Ëâ: wc: 16.0k
âŠïž Ę Ëâ: genre: royalty au, soft yandere, fluff, smut, smidge of angst
âŠïž Ę Ëâ: content: soft yandere!prince!taehyung, maid!reader, power imbalance, talks about death/violence, blood, slight predator/prey dynamics, manipulation, misunderstandings, dom!tae, tae calls reader lamb, oral (f.receiving), marriage related dirty talk, virginity kink/loss of virginity, size kink, praise, reader is fucked dumb, implied kissing reader while she sleeps, implied offscreen somno, implied stalking, ownership, tae is rlly sweet and adorable
âŠïž Ę Ëâ: notes: hello!!! this was meant to be a drabble but as you can see it spiralled out of control lmao. i got a little hyper fixated (and grew a really bad crush on this taehyung) so it ended up being way longer than i initially thought! regardless, i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it!!
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The Kim Empire.Â
Your home, your family, your livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.
They practically brandish your mind, have been since you were no more than a babe. Stuck in the clutches of everything Kim since you were born. Your mother a maid, your father gone from the face of the earth. At least as far as you are concerned he is, anyway.Â
He is better off dead. The alternative of him living scott free in some far off land, meanwhile you have to serve the hand and foot of the king sets no more than the bitter taste of coffee beans against your gums.Â
Bedding your mother, no more than a fresh-faced maid at the time. Outcasting her the second after when he had to have known the rules of the palace. The demise it would cost both her and her future daughter. Perhaps every generation that followed as wellâ if there were to be any, that is.Â
Housestaff are not meant to have relationships. They are meant to serve the king and his bountiful family. How are you meant to do anything else with a child bouncing at your hip, a husband grabbing at your ass.Â
Youâve heard the speech plenty of times. The words ingrained in your skull just as the brand you received when you were far too young to remember the pain of it. Evidence that you are bound to the palace by blood until the very moment you take your last breath.Â
The punishment for becoming pregnant within the walls of the palace are simple: your child belongs to them. For anything within the Kim Estate is their rightful property, given to them by the grace of god.Â
You, a gift from god to serve the empire. You would snort at the notion if training from a young age prohibited it. You are just a result of your mothers kindness, her naivety.Â
You could never find it within your heart to blame her. She was just a girl who thought she was in love. Fired for her love. Had her daughter taken from her to serve for her love.
Love is something you will never be granted the property of.Â
You will be granted an allowance to send home to your mother to keep her afloat. You will be granted a room to sleep in, clothes to wear, food to eat. A secure job in which you can never be firedâ well. That is a lie. Though, your termination would come at the end of an axe, rather than a piece of paper.Â
You used to muse at the thoughtâ when you were a young girl, no more than 11 or 12. Going through your melancholy years, hating the rest of the world for simply existing. For putting you in a position where you could not change your fate, instead had to endure your present. Feeling like a girl trapped in a tower just like the bedtime stories had always prescribed.Â
One time you had caused such a ruckus in front of the oldest Kim son you really did think you were going to get the axe. Hell, you were even prepared for it. Locked away in a cell for two nights, brought before the executor.Â
Right before the swing was meant to be brought down against your neck the head maid ran into the room, gave some sort of letter to the man. She apologised profusely, gripping your ear and dragging you away from the scene.Â
You hadnât acted ary since then. It taught you your place. Made you realise the need to survive buried deep within your bones. In the innate way some sort of wildcat would lash out until it was bloodied and on its last breath.Â
You would not die at the end of a knife. Youâd live your life, acting a maid until you could die peacefully of old age. Even if it meant surrendering yourself to servitude for the most annoying brat youâve ever laid eyes on.Â
A quiet sigh slips past your lips at the mere thought of him. The sound would get you punished if anyone were to hear, especially in respect to the coveted crown prince of the kingdom. Few share the same opinion as you of himâ but then again most that work here arenât forced.Â
It is only when the stars are strung high in the sky that you allow yourself to feel such things. When you stay awake past the beginning of rest hours, most of the staff (save for the night shift) falling to sleep hours prior. Only then when youâre out in the gardens do you allow indignation to satiate your brain.Â
For the few hours of freedom you may hold dear until the next morning begins and you are forced to live the same day once more. Over and over again until the end of time.Â
Your fingertips reach out as you walk, bruised from the scrubbing of floors, to find purchase against the walls of flowers rimming the maze. Rough fingertips dance against the gentle petals of roses, lulling in the feeling. Picking themselves against the thorns without much of a thought, not withdrawing. Only pausing feet to observe.Â
How can something so delicate and beautiful wish to cause harm? It does not. It simply desires a way to survive. You could never fault it for that.Â
âPretty, are they not?â A dark, husky voice sends cold down your spine. Hairs become on edge, back straightens taught, ears perk just as if you are an obedient dog. Fear flashing through your entire being.
You do not wish to turn around. Do not have any want to face the man that has caught the air in your lungs. The one catching you in the garden without any proper attire in place. Though you must. You must bow, grovel at his feet for forgiveness for allowing him to see you in your nightgown. For not being in bed as you should.Â
Prince Kim has never been known for being kind.Â
Your body acts for you while your mind sets on pauseâ taking several steps forward, bending your body at the hips to give a proper 90 degree bow. Your hands clasp before you, hair coming down in front of your face.Â
âPrince Kimââ You rush, suddenly out of breath, âPlease forgive my insolence. I-I am not of right attire or mind to be standing in front of his excellency right now. Nor should I be excused for touching the property of the palace. I have no proper excuse and any punishment you decide will be deserving. Please forgive me.â The words recite from your lips like a bibleâ instruction of them being heard time and time again.Â
Cold night air whips at your ankles, fluttering the gown around your ankles. The chill only adding to the cold sweat youâve discovered has perspired. Making your hair dance around your shoulders.
You expect something, anything really. A slap, a single word. Though there is only silence in response. Silence that extends far too long and feels far too pungent for your taste. If he was going to do something, you rather he just get it over with.Â
After what feels like an eternity, you finally hear the baritone of his voice once more.
âPretty, are they not?â He asks again, repeating the same sentiments as before. Confusion bristles through as a kite in the summer air. Why is he asking you this? Is he not annoyed he caught a maid in such a level of disrobement? What is he trying to gain? What does he want?Â
All the questions you do not have any hope to answer rush through you causing you to feel confused and incomposed. Every boring lesson you were forced to sit through never taught you how to deal with this exact situation. You arenât sure what he wants, nor your place in the garden. The thought scares you.Â
Against your better judgement, you allow your chin to tilt up only slightly. Only enough to look at the manâ to try and read the expression on his face so you can better analyse your next action.Â
The shock you feel when you find his face is only inches from your own, frame bent down to make his eyes level with yours is something you cannot explain in words alone.Â
You would prefer to scream and run, however that is not an option at this moment, or so it appears. Instead, your eyes only widen in shock, in trepidation. Your mouth opens into a small âoâ as you stare.
Never before have you made eye contact with a member of the family. Never before have you had the luxury to view one so close. In any other circumstance, you suppose, you would surely be punished for such a thing. Someone lower should never view a future king in such a way.
You wish you could say he was a heinous, ugly beast for hatred of the palace alone. Yet you canât, for he isnât. He is beautiful.Â
Sure, you knew that already. Paintings of him are plastered across the wallsâ his face is everywhere eyes are able to reach. Yet this close, at this angle, you canât stop the way your heart skips a beat. Canât help but admire every facet of his complexion before being thrown in front of the lion again.Â
A gorgeous, blinding smile wipes across his face the moment you face him. Lips forming into an adorable box after he finally has your attention fully drawn on him. Youâre startled back once again, sending your brain into a further whirlwind than before.Â
He desires an answer.
âI um⊠Yes. I suppose they are.â You nod slowly in response, following in his footsteps as he returns to full height.Â
You must follow his leadâ it is how you will survive.Â
You usher a stray lock of hair over your shoulder, trying to stop it from hitting your face. The air starts to become stale again, feeling empty in the lack of his reply. It is awkward, and the way he stares at you, eyes darting around your faceâ your figure, has you feeling in some sort of girlish, embarrassed way.Â
You think you dislike the feeling.Â
âAre you a fan of roses?â His arms are pulled behind him, wrapped together as he bounces on his toes in something that looks like⊠boyish delight? The muddle of your brain can't help to understand a single thing. He is making no sense, trying to make conversation with you. Trying to find a morsel of companionship in someone who is meant to bow to him like he is the true god of your mortal plain.
You will have to oblige until he allows you to depart.Â
âI suppose so.âÂ
He frowns. Try again.
âI adore them, the palace always has the most gorgeous petals all year round.â You smile at him, hoping it masks any discomfort you feel.Â
The smile returns to his own lips as he begins to walk. Tilting his head to you as a cue to join him. You try to keep your paces a few behind his own, a maid should never walk beside a member of the family. Though he only slows in response, matching your gate even though it is obvious he hates having to slow down.Â
Why is he behaving in this manner? It makes no sense to you.Â
âThe flower of devotion.â He nods, breaking the silence once more and keeping his eyes straight ahead.Â
You almost want to admire his profileâ the gentle curve of his nose, yet you refrain. Training your eyes ahead, keeping your fingers laced in front of you. Trying to look as put together as possible at this moment.Â
âIs it?â You quiz, unable to take the awkward silence anymore. He doesnât seem to mind it. Unbothered, tucking his hands into the pockets of his loose, flowing sleep pants.Â
âOf many other things, as well.â He nods, sending a slight smile at you.Â
âI donât know much about the language of flowers.â Though it feels wrong to be talking with Prince Kim so casually, you try your best. The more you give in, mayhaps the sooner heâll bore and the faster you will be able to run from the cage.Â
âTell me your favourite, maybe I can tell you its meaning.â He pauses and you find yourself at the foot of the gazebo. He reaches out his hand, offering to help you up the small stairs of it.Â
All over again you find yourself taken aback. The prince is requesting that you touch him, not for his service, but your own. He desires to help you. Is for some reason treating you like a lady.Â
You donât understand it, yet with great hesitation you oblige. You place your hand on his much larger one, allowing it to encase it. Help you up the stairs.
âI donât know manyâŠâ You hope he cannot hear the hesitation in your tone, âThough Iâve always been fond of lilies.â You tell him, attempting to pull your hand away from his own as you reach the top.Â
He doesnât allow it, keeping your small palm tight in his own. Fear trickles in once more, circling around your heart, constricting it.Â
You knew you shouldnât have trusted him in the slightest. It is here where you shall face punishment for all the previous misdemeanours committed. White stone shall be painted with red and you will be left to your own devices to clean up the mess.
Your lungs start to take in more air, though of course you try to disguise it. Turning around to face him, to discover why he has kept you held firm, air is leaving your lungs for another reason entirely.Â
He holds your hand close, examining your fingers. Tilting it back and forth, smoothing his thumb over the back of your skin. If he takes note of the little dots of red, he doesnât make comment of it. He only curls his fingers upwards, hooking against your own. Bringing your hand up to his lips as if it was the most delicate thing on earth. Staring at them with a passion you doubt youâve ever seen before.
âRebirth.â His breath fans across your knuckles, slowly lowering to place a gentle kiss against the skin. His lips are soft, so gentle against your weary flesh. So full of safety, so full of song.
When he retracts, he pulls away no more than a millimeter, though his grip tightens.Â
âPurity.â
Your first meeting with the prince had left you with a flurry of emotions, none of which you could hope to syphon through. For hours he kept you in the gazebo, sitting with you. Talking until it appeared the sun was cresting over the horizon.Â
He refused to release your hand the entire time. His fingers playing with your own, perhaps obsessed with the feeling of your tiny hand laced with his own pristine skin. Did not pay any attention the several times you tried to excuse yourself, only changing the subject of conversation to try and keep you in place.
It was strange. Confusing. You did not understand the reasoning or cause behind any of his actions.Â
Well, at least until the next morning while you were scrubbing the floors. Your friend Annabell cleaning right by your side. Catching up, gossiping about the new recruits found in the manner. It is only times like these when you actually get the chance to talk, to giggle with someone meant to be your equal in both age and house status.Â
The only chance youâre truly able to forget about the fact she is able to leave once her contract expires. But it does not matterâ any small amount of spite you hold is slashed away by her kind smile. The understanding in her eyes as she treats you like just another maid set to work for the king instead of a captive.Â
It is only after the 7th yawn of the morning she asks about the poorly covered bags under your eyes. You had gone to bed with the rest of the girls, there is no reason you should be so tired. You never appear to be, at least it is not shown around others.
You struggle with yourself for a moment, trying to decide whether the night before was meant to be kept as a closely guarded secret to your chest. Yet one look at your closest confidant had you spilling everything.Â
The entire nightâ the stars, the flowers, the way he prattled on. How tight he gripped your dirty, calloused hand against his pristine soft ones.Â
You feel strange speaking of it, remembering it in any way. It causes your cheeks to heat and a fury to settle below your ribs.Â
It is a strange feeling, yet not an entirely unwanted one.Â
Your eyes train to the floor as you spill your soul, unable to keep it in once it starts pouring out. You try to keep your tone as neutral as possibleâ to tell her about the night as if it was a simple news story you heard from a guard. Though, youâre unsure of your success in the matter.Â
A poised laugh leaves the lips of your counter, her eyes cresting into half-moons.Â
âYou cannot be serious right? You tell stories.â She giggles, shaking her head before continuing her assault on the floor.Â
You simply shake your own.Â
âIt happened, I was as shocked in the moment as you seem to be now.â She lets out a small bellow of giggles once again.Â
âNo, no. I believe it happened entirely. Iâm only talking about the fluster of your face.â She giggles, lifting her rag and shaking it for dramatic effect. You roll your eyes, cracking a small smile.
âThere is no such thing.â You laugh knowing that there is.Â
âOh my heavens. Y/n, you cannot tell me youâve grown fond of the Prince, have you?â Her words are hushed now, much more so than before. As if someone may be listening to the conversation.Â
You tense in reply, unsure of the answer yourself. The closest youâve ever felt to fondness of another man was a stable boy a few years back. Only 17 at the time, head wrapped in romance novels that you didnât entirely understand. He was handsome and he was kind. However just as you were starting to become closer to him, he was sent away to work at another palace.Â
You had not been optimistic since then.
She takes your silence as an answer in itself. Moving towards you, gripping your shoulders and hauling you to sit on your haunches. Forcing you to look at her face as she speaks.Â
âYou cannot be serious.â She repeats again, hoping for any sign of doubt. All she receives is bewilderment in reply, âY/n. You can never trust Prince Kim.âÂ
You sigh, âI know, Anne, Iââ Youâre cut off with her own voice again.
âNo, not in the way youâre imagining.â She sighs, letting her hands drop from your shoulders to continue scrubbing at the floor. Making work of herself as she speaks, âThe other maids donât tell you of much, do they?âÂ
You canât deny it. Your seclusion within the castle walls is only partly of your own design.Â
Other maids do not feel as though they can trust you, seeing as you are full property of the crown. In their eyes, you hold not a crumb of loyalty to your own kind. Few maids speak to you like Annabell does for fear the second they say anything wrong you are going to tell the world.Â
You would never, though your word is worth its weight in feathers to them.
âThey donât care for me as you do⊠noâŠâ You admit, continuing to clean as well. She already knew the answer, letting out an exhale before she speaks.
âPrince Kim has a pension for⊠debauchery⊠I shall say,â She flinches at her own words, yet doesnât know a better way to put it, âThe variety in which he uses pretty words to seduce young ladies to bed with him. Royalty from other lands, generalâs daughters, maids. It matters not. He likes them for the night then pretends they shall never exist again.âÂ
Each word she speaks sends another stab into your gut. A dull pain blooming from the same places which a swirling was forming before.Â
Ah. It all makes sense now.Â
âOh.â
âHe has a particular fondness for the other maids, you know. Bedding them without a second thought.â A grimace forms on your friend's lips, scrubbing harder into the already shining floors, âThere is no reason to form any sort of affection for that man. It will only end with his seed inside your core and a knife in your heart.âÂ
Yes, everything she is saying makes perfect sense. You feel almost stupid to not see it before. Maybe you just didnât want to see itâ want to think about it in any sort of fashion. But this makes much more sense than the crown prince wanting to speak to you for any other purpose. Explains why he was acting as a true gentleman to someone so much lower than him.Â
However, you find that it does not take away the cavernous pit that has formed in your gut.Â
âI see, I have no desire for either.â You nod your head in understanding, not sure of what else to say. âI donât understand why heâs taken an interest in me, though.âÂ
She gawks, âI donât understand why it has taken him so long to in the first place.â She shakes her head.
âNevertheless, it doesnât matter. Y/n, you must promise me. You will not fall for him, nor give any part of yourself to him. He is not someone that will care for you like you deserve.â She states, blue eyes piercing icicles into your own. She is determined and will not relent until you agree.
âI do not wish to. Not after hearing all ofâŠâ You make some sort of motion with your hand, âthat. Anyone would be a fool to like him.âÂ
You nod your head while Annabell smiles in agreement.Â
âGood.âÂ
Those are the last words you exchange with anyone for hours. The rest of the day passed by with lightning, an endless turnstile of things to take care of. A ball was to be held soon meaning the castle would be a wreck for the next few days. Too much planning, cleaning, sewing, coordination had to take place before anyone could rest.Â
Honestly, you were grateful for it. A break from thinking was much needed. As is a good nightâs rest.Â
You sigh, already imagining how lovely it would feel to pull off your shoes for the day. Peel the cotton off your body and replace your dress with something more comfortable.Â
Oo! Hopefully enough warm water will be left for a quick bath. That would be just wonderful, your muscles would be able to unfurl. The perfect thing to lull you into a glorious sleep.
Your arms stretch over your head as you finish descending the staircase into the maid hallways. Bones in your back pop from the pressure, causing a sigh to make its way from your lungs. Your nimble fingers make their way to the ribbon holding your hair in place, untying it and allowing the tresses to fall.Â
Soon you would be in the maid resting quartersâ your appearance would matter not there anyway.Â
You send small smiles to other staff members passing you, those that have either just woken for the night or those who still have work to do. Yet in return, each one of them just stares at you with an incredulous look. Turning and whispering to their friends as if you were not still in front of them.Â
You canât help to understand why. Those around you may not have considered you a friend, but they were never rude. Always polite when need be. It has you feeling strange, some type of nervousness as you get closer and closer to the hallway extending to the maids personal rooms.Â
Rounding the corner, you discover exactly why.Â
His frame looks entirely out of place standing there. A perfect, pristine picture in a hallway of drab, illuminated only by the lanterns hanging on the wall. Royal blue tunic draped on his shoulders only emphasising his status.Â
He looks as though he was never meant to be here. Like a mistake was made along the cobblestone walls. No, he looks as though he is meant to be among the living. Not in your dreary, windowless life. Nothing could change that.Â
You stand there frozen, a deer caught in the lanturn of a hunting party. A pounding of your heart, as well as the dark swell of your gut coming back to life. Why is he here? Why the hell does he have a bouquet of flowers?!
You wish to scream, but you donât. You have already been caught.Â
His eyes look up from where he created a small pile of dirt on the floor. His face coming alight in an instant, pushing himself to full stature from where he once leaned against the wall. Long legs making their way towards you while he suddenly has the decency to hide the bouquet behind his back.Â
Annabell certainly did not mention this method of Prince Kimâs seduction. You had never seen him down here before.Â
âHi.â Is all he says once he is finally face to face with you. His face bright and youthful. Excited.
It seems all formalities have been dropped in his mind, though you refuse the notion.Â
âPrince Kim.â You simply reply, lowering yourself in a curtsy.Â
He pays no mind, almost pretending you never did it in the first place. Instead, he simply rocks back and forth on his heels, bouncing slightly in delight. Wanting something, unable to voice it.Â
âTo what do I owe the pleasure?â You ask, hoping to end the encounter swiftly to stop all of the prying eyes leering into your being.Â
âI brought you something.â His eyes do not break contact with yours once and you can see his hand twitch by his side as if it wants to reach out for something. You're glad he has the decency to hold back, so you shall do the same by pretending you never saw the flowers in the first place.Â
You choose not to ask yourself why he brought you a present. It must just be a trick of seduction.
âI am honoured to accept such a thing.â You send a small smile his way, something between real and fake. It seems to make him beam.Â
His arm comes out from behind, holding the flowers between both of your bodies. You look down at them, shock written across your features.Â
Sure, you had noted them as flowers before. But you think these may be the prettiest ones youâve seen in your whole life. Petals of orange, white, and purple cloud in your eyes. Stomatas filled with the sweet pollen.
Lilies. All different kindsâ ones youâve never seen before.
Theyâre out of season, at least you think they are. How did he get these? Why is he giving them to you? Why is he trying to get the butterflies to return? Why is he trying to make your heart explode?
âPrince KimâŠâ Youâre not sure what to sayâ instead gently reaching out to feel the velvet of a petal. Staring intently at their colours, unable to pull your eyes away.Â
âTheyâre beautiful, arenât they?â His voice is a husk of a whisper, as if youâre the only two in the hallway. As if other maids are not passing, as if they are not staring at the two of you.
âYes⊠I⊠Iâm not sure what to say.â It is all so hypnotic.Â
âThank you would be a good beginning, no?â His smile is soft, a light chuckle present in the tone.
You pause, tilting your head to look up at him fullyâ a large, real smile donning your lips.
âYes. Thank you.âÂ
You feel as if you are floating, just as you would when reading those romance books in your late teen years. Like the world has stopped moving save for the prince in front of you slowly passing the flowers into your arms.Â
Your hands brush against each other and you feel his fingers twitch, tightening ever so slight. Wishing to grab onto your hand just as he had done the night before. Wishing to insect every line that traces over your fresh once more.
However, he refrains. Allowing his ringed fingers to sink themselves into his pockets.
âI was just going to have them delivered. Iâm not really meant to be down here, you know,â His smile is shy, âBut I didnât know your room. That, and I wanted to see you again.âÂ
You look down, unable to keep the eye contact he presses you for. Prince Kim is too much for you. You donât understand how he couldnât be too much for anyone.Â
âOhâŠâ Youâre a flush, âThank you for saying that.âÂ
âIt is nothing to thank me for.â He chuckles, bangs dimming the hues of his eyes, âIâm sure I bored you with all of my ramblings.âÂ
He did, partly, but that was more discombobulation for the situation and a sense of tiredness creeping into your bones. You shake your head quickly.
âOf course not. I had.. Fun.â Mayhaps fun isnât the right term, yet there is no word that exactly describes your emotions of last night, nor the ones of today.
âAs did I.â His lips are tight in a smile again, feet bouncing on their heels once more. Heâs nervous, wants to say something again but isnât sure how.
Youâre not sure how to feel about learning what that habit means. Not sure how to feel about what any of this means. You have not had a moment alone to truly dissect what all of it is.Â
âI would love to spend the night talking to you again, if you would allow me.â You donât think you would love anything more, yet you know you would not be able to function. Would probably make a fool of yourself, too.Â
âI-I think it would be best if I were to get some rest⊠I had not even an hour before I had to start working last night.âÂ
He frowns, âThatâs not good for your healthâŠâ He pauses, searching your face for any signs of distress, âThen let's talk in your room. I will only stay until you sleep.âÂ
You pause, air drifting back into your lungs.
Ah. Right.Â
The words of your friend sink in once again, breaking you out of whatever trance he had put you under. Whatever spell he laced through both of your ears to have you singing songs of praises for him and the crown.Â
He wants you as a notch in a bedpost. Nothing more. It is clear as day and you are a fool to think anything other than that. This is all just a cleverly rehearsed show. You will not fall victim like your mother.Â
All royalty is the same. Use use use. Beat a dead horse until it stops coughing up any sort of reprise.Â
Your posture is suddenly tense, fist gripping the flowers so tight your knuckles appear white.Â
How dare he think so low of you. How dare he think he might be able to fuck you for nothing.Â
âMen are not allowed in the women's private quarters.â Your voice is staunch, though it is not as if he can tell nor cares.Â
If he does, he doesnât show it.Â
âAh,â The lilt is still evident in his tone, the cat playing with the mouse, âBut I am not any man, am I?â His body leans a bit closer, pulling his face parallel to your own. Smirk playing on his lips.Â
Beauty is a deceptive thing, isnât it? âWhen I am king Iâll make it so I can see you whenever we both desire.â Something heats in your gut at those words, yet anger quells it just as fast.Â
âIt is a shame that you are not King yet, then.â You nod politely in his direction, trying to excuse yourself. Yet your words only seem to excite something in his eyes, lighting a fire behind them.Â
âMy, I didnât know you felt that way.â He smiles coy. A flustered sensation overcomes you as you realise the double meaning behind your words. You had made it sound like you wanted him in that way when that could not be farther from the truth.
âI do not.â You state, your voice ice. Though once again, it seems that it does not pierce him.Â
âThere is no reason to be so cold, Y/n.â He sing songs, tapping one of his long fingers against the side of his head.Â
âI am not being cold! You are just not listening.â You sigh in exasperation. Exhaustion and annoyance make you forget yourself, causing your volume to rise just as his own does. This only seems to excite him more.Â
âI have heard enough.â He giggles, boyish and what others would describe as cute. Right before youâre able to argue back once again, he cuts in with his own voice once more.
âI will leave you for now. Find a pretty place for the flowers.âÂ
He smiles generously at you, beginning to walk away, âHave a good night. Iâll see you soon.âÂ
In your shamble of a disposition, youâre left stuck there. Staring at his back as he retreats down the hallway.Â
The shock of everything that had just transpired coming over you all at once. How poorly you had behaved. How you spoke to him. He could have you killed for any one of those things however instead he left you with a bouquet of flowers and a promise for another night.Â
You scramble to find yourself, to move yourself from out of the eyeline of every other maid. To make your way to your room, your one sanctuary as quickly as possible.Â
It is only when youâre in those walls, hard oak door shut firmly beside you that you have to remind yourself of your promise to your best friend. Remember that the prince fights his battles with words and emotions.Â
Your second meeting with the man had left you even more confused than the first. Thousands of questions and emotions real through your bones at a pace your brain canât manage to understand. Leaves you fuming, trying to form a single coherent thought as you analyse the last two nights with a ferocity unimagined.Â
In your state, however, you neglect to think of the one question that should be dancing before you, held on a string just out of reach.Â
Why did he know your name?Â
It is apparent that since that night, Prince Kim has located which room you find habitance in.Â
This morning, another letter has found itself slipped under the base of your door. They have become commonplace nowâ letters detailing apologies for why he was unable to visit, what he had gone about on his day, his regrets that he has not heard back from you in what feels like ages.Â
Heâs tried to speak to you a few times in the palace when you work. His eyes always trained on you with something youâre unable to describe when you clean nearby.Â
You wish you could say it was perverse in manner, but it was nothing of the sort.Â
Every once and awhile you would catch a lily pinned to his breast pocket. He would send you a secret smile whenever it caught your attention. As if it was a tale meant for only the two of you to know. As if he wanted to carry a portion of you with him.
You may be naive in saying so, nor do you have much experience in the matter, but these do not feel like the actions of a man who simply wishes to find home under your dress. These feel more personal. More extravagant than anything else.Â
Nevertheless, you ignore every single advance. Annabell made you promise, and it was a promise you were intent on keeping until your dying breath.Â
Put the letters away in a box, never to be responded to. Avoided looking at him whenever he was near. Rushed out of rooms when it appeared he was intent on making his war for you.
Icing out the prince is what is best. Whatever lilies he will wilt and die and you will be able to continue on with your hatred of the Kim family as well as your blood pact with the throne.Â
You only wish it was that easy.
âY/n!! Miss Y/n!!â There is a scramble outside of the door, voices hailing for your presence. You donât know whyâ youâre on wash duty. Anyone, unless theyâre extraordinarily new, would know that.Â
The voice grows more erratic, more panicked. As if their life depends on finding you in that very moment. The other maids in the quarters send their glaces to you, urging you to go yet not one opens their mouths.Â
At least one bonus of endenturing your entire life to the palace is that you have grown in rank. More than 10 years has granted you a decent position.Â
A hushed sigh slips past your lips and your hands find themselves forcing the pile of sheets into the washing tub. Your hands quickly wipe away at your apron, ridding them of any moisture before pushing open the door.Â
Stepping into the hallway lined with stone you notice only a single girl. Her entire form shaking as she paces the hallâ panicked. Blonde curls bouncing with every step, cheeks a fluster.Â
A new recruit, indeed. Celley is the name she wears.Â
She had just entered with the last batch of new maids, starting at the palace no more than 2 months ago. She was a recruit you were unsure ofâ not having a lick of grace or balance, nor any experience with serving. But you suppose there are many reasons maids are chosen.Â
You do not like to think of them.
Her feet are suddenly clamouring over to you, noticing your presence for the first time since youâve stepped in the hallway. Her small, shaking hands grip your shoulders, holding you with all the will she seems to possess.Â
âExcuse me have you seenââ She stops herself, tiny pants pausing as her eyes go wide, âOh my days! Miss Y/n! You must hurry!â She rushes, hand gripping your wrist as she tries to pull you away.Â
Though your face twists in confusion, your feet remain firm.Â
âWhatâs the matter?â You ask, both sympathy and concern entering your frame. You can admonish her later for her lack of manners, however now, the girl seems truly frightened. Her large steel eyes looking back at you, pleading.Â
âThe crown prince! Heâs!â Sheâs out of breath once again, continuing to try and urge you on.
This time, the second the word prince is muttered, you begin to follow her pace, âHeâs lost his mind! Heâs going on a firing spree! Locking up anyone who tries to calm him!âÂ
âWhat? Why is that? Did something happen?â You ask hushed, urging the girl to keep her voice down. Though you both are similar in age, it is apparent who has experienced this type of thing before.Â
âHe got into some kind of spat with his father. His instructor was fired when he tried to continue on with their lesson.â It seems she understood your message, continuing to hurry you down the halls.Â
âAnd what am I meant to do?âÂ
âI-I donât know!â She lets out a quiet yelp, pulling you closer as you exit the maid hallways and enter the palace ones, âHis personal maid is away visiting family. She said to leave everything to you if something were to happen! I-I didnât know what else to do!âÂ
Damn Eleanor and everything she stands for. Why the hell did she have to bring your name into this?! Shouldnât the head maid be called in times like this?! Not you, someone who wants nothing to do with any member of the royal family. Especially the crown prince himself. Sure, there must be rumours spreading around but you had managed nearly three weeks without speaking to him!
You let out a sigh, squaring your shoulders in an attempt to appear more confident, more put together. You will do this, and you will come out victorious. Every battle before has left you victor. What is one more?
âI understand. It will be dealt with.â
The least you can gain is the idyllic picture of the prince to be shattered forever. That would be the most ideal outcome, something to truly force him out of your heart for good. You will not fall prey to him and his earthly desires. He will not win your heart.Â
At least that is what you hope.Â
The throne room's doors stand before you, delicate lacings of gold worth more than your entire being etched into its surface. A glittering picture for what is sure to be a bloodbath behind its contents.Â
A deep inhale of warm air fills your lungs, hand pressing against the door as you force it open. Face someone you have not wanted to see nor extinguish the flames of in nearly a month.Â
He stands before you, 20 paces ahead. A broken bottle in his hand as he heaves, shoulders rising and falling with the passion of ten thousand suns. The look of murder in his eyes as he stares down at a maid, her form on the ground. Bowing with as much might as she can possess, looking for any exit possible. Few other maids stand around the room, keeping their heads low, avoiding any eye contact possible.Â
Though he looks like a mad manâ mayhaps a god of war himself, not a single hair is out of place on his head. He is still the picture of sovereignty. And though your breath spikes, you find that you are not afraid.Â
What a strange feeling it is.
The creak of the door sends single to him, has him whipping his head to face you. Anger etched into his features, a new target befalling his sight.
You stand tall, moving towards him. You will rise to the position given to you, even if it shall mean your inevitable downfall. As long as the new staff are safe.
Only, when he looks to you, no wrath is found. No anger or deceit. The second his eyes meet your own, his expression drops along with the bottle in his hands. More glass littering the floor in its wake.Â
His eyes soften, his lips turning from a sneer into a gentle frown. His shoulders automatically lower, and suddenly it appears that there is no one else in the room. His legs move automatically, carrying themselves to you with such a hurried pace you would have thought he had seen a long lost friend.Â
Oddly, this scares you more than when he was angered.Â
You start into a bow, âPrince Kim, Iâve come in place ofââÂ
His arms wrap themselves around you before you can speak another word. Pulling you in, wrapping you into his scent as you're pressed against his sturdy chest. Strong arms keep you in place as he tries to make his body become one with your own.Â
His face buries itself into the crook of your neck, one hand raising to tie itself in your hair. It forces you to stay in place, stay attached to him just the way he wants you to be. Allows him to inhale, breathing in all of you. Finally delving into the scent that he has been craving.
Your eyes only widen, hands staying firm at your side in shock. Heart beginning to race, head becoming lost in the soaps that only a member of a family could possibly own.Â
Youâre not sure what to do. How to behave. As far as you are concerned or aware, this is something that no other has had happen before. At least not so openly. Not so brazenly in front of a myriad of other people.Â
But, it seems to calm him. To placate him in a way youâre not sure anyone could explain.Â
You try to make a small twisting motion with your hand, try to urge everyone else to leave while they have the chance.Â
They seem to take it, exiting the room as fast as possible.Â
Youâre sure word of this will spread throughout the castle quickly. You hope the consequences will not be dire.Â
âPrince Kimââ You begin to speak after everyone has cleared out, after he holds you for what feels like a lifetime. You canât find it in you to want him to pull away, no matter how embarrassing this seems.Â
âShh,â He quickly silences you with a gentle press of his lips to your pulse, âLet me stay like this for a moment.âÂ
You are unable to move. Unable to breathe after he kisses you. War could begin in that very moment and youâre not sure you would have noticed in the slightest. You are stunned into obeying his whim as he simply inhales and exhales.Â
The umber in his voice only comes after a millennia, after his shoulders have completely sagged. After all the tension is removed from his body.Â
âYou didnât respond to my letters.â He still doesnât pull away, his grip on your hair tightening a fraction.Â
You pause.
âIâŠI didnât know where to send them.â You lie and his hand loosens. The correct answer.Â
âMy study. Put them under the door to my study.â He instructs like a king would.Â
Youâre not sure why the tone of his voice sends shocks to your gut. Pooling into something you only find in your dreams.
âBut if someone were to see themââÂ
âLet them.â Mumbles in your ear to you and you alone, a growl practically spiking through his voice, âI want them to know.âÂ
Oh. This is new. This is definitely new. This is not the same way you felt with the stable boy years ago. This has become something entirely alienating. A completely different beast. You know that now as his baritone voice sends waves straight through your gut.Â
You simply nod in reply, your mouth unwilling to say anything back. The arm around your lower back grows more firm.
âTell me where you will put your replies.â He commands into your ear.Â
âUnder the door to your study.â Your reply is automatic, years of answering to the kingdom evident in your tone.Â
He sighs, unfurling his fingers from your locks to gently pet the top of your head, âGood girl.â
He presses a kiss to your forehead, soft as he touches you.
âGood lamb.â
You sigh, fingers deftly searching through your wardrobe for just a single pair of underwear. But once again, you turn up empty. It seems like every day that passes, another pair disappears without your knowledge.Â
Perhaps one of the new girls is causing a fuss, messing up the laundry for everyone else.Â
That is the only logical solution, at least.Â
But logic doesnât seem to make much sense at all anymore. You couldnât hope to understand why few of your other belongings have come up indignant as well.Â
Your favourite perfume, one of your stuffed animals, even your toothbrush! All have magically vanished from thin air over the course of the last week.Â
It is too bad that you havenât had the time to think about it, either. Preparations for the ball have been raging throughout the palace. Everyone has been on their toes, unwilling to face the wrath of the planners as they try to make everything perfect.Â
You have had not one moment alone to think, either swept up in cleaning, decorating, or well⊠recently you and the prince have been going on walks through the garden at night. Though that doesnât matter much. It doesnât mean anythingâ just another thing he made you promise to. Claiming he wishes to spend as much time with you as he can.Â
His recent fixation is trying to get you to call him by his true name.Â
You would never dare, nothing is more inappropriate than such a title. It is something only his most beloved is meant to call him, and that person is certainly not you.
You try to force any thoughts of him out of your head, though it is clearly a fruitless endeavour. Especially with the dream you had the night prior.Â
His hands finding themselves between your legs, touching you in a way no other has.Â
You flush, quickly shaking all thoughts of the night away.Â
The tea! Your tea, yes. A prescription from the doctor for this very thing.
More often than not, you wake to find a mess between your thighs. Sticky arousal between them in a perverse fashion. The region sensitive and overstimulated combined with a mess of dreams. More sexual in nature than ever before.
Embarrassed, you had turned to the only person you could trust. The palace staffâs doctor.Â
She had told you it was normalâ that you were simply having what she described as âwet-dreamsâ. The title alone made you feel embarrassed.
Nevertheless, she prescribed you a tea to help calm your nerves. It was meant to be passifying in nature, calming any lush desires you may have beginning to form.Â
You were not sure how it functioned, however you trusted her. Found that it quelled whatever fire burned inside of your heart for the time being.Â
Perhaps just a new oddity to add to your reality, you suppose.Â
Finally, you find a proper set of undergarments to pull over your legs. Letting out a breath in relief now that you finally have them.Â
Today is going to be busier than the last month combinedâ the ball is tonight. You know for a fact you will be rushed around the palace all day, fixing everything into an acute sense of perfection that only the Kim family is known for.Â
You reach to spray your second favourite perfume across your skin, only to find that the bottle has gone missing as well.
Your hairs stand on edge, a dark pit forming in your stomach.
It is all too strange for you to want to understand.Â
Okay, now youâre sure Annabell must be wrong. She has to be, right? There is no other conclusion possible.Â
The thoughts run through your head as you pace the small confines of your room. Thumb between your lips, biting the skin feverishly. Contemplating what it is exactly that you should do. A heavy box sitting on your bed, a letter laying next to it along with a single lily.
A month ago, you met Prince Kim in the gardens. A month ago you spoke to him all night long. A month ago he brought you flowers. He has been leaving you letters ever since. Three weeks ago he held you in his arms, made you promise to write him back. Made you promise to meet him in the gardens as many nights as you can.Â
But this, you could not accept. You could not possibly think this is real. Why has he gifted you something like this?
A dress lays on your bed. The most gorgeous dress you have ever seen, in fact. Lined with crystals and gems, many layers of tulle poof from the underskirt. It mustâve cost a fortune, but it was not meant for you. It is a dress meant for a princess, not a simple maid of the palace. Not⊠Not someone the prince simply wanted to bed.Â
So why did it lie here, along with a lace mask and a pair of shoes. Why did it come with a note from the Prince, telling you to put it on for tonight's events? Is this why the head maid dismissed you so early?
No. You could not. You will not make a fool of yourself. You do not belong up there, dressed as a princess when you are far from the thing. That is your decision. It will be the one you stick to.
Even as hours tick past on the clock, even as you can hear the night in full swing, you stay locked in your room. Feeling the same as you did when you were a girl locked in the dungeon all those years ago. Helpless, indignant, stubborn.Â
Lost in your thoughts as you try to piece together a puzzle that has several spaces missing. Feelings for the stable boyâ life with him, it would have been easier than this. Youâre sure of it.Â
You allow yourself to imagine what life could have been like if he stayed. It would have been a cosy, peaceful. A straightforward one that didnât leave so many questions in your head. Jungkook was always like that, spoke his mind without leaving anything to be guessed. You adored it, wished you could revel in it now. Wish you could kiss him under the cherry tree once more.
A pounding wakes you from the dream you were just beginning to weave. Loud, angry knuckles against the firm oak of your door startling you to your feet in an instant. Chills running down your spine as if your body already knew who was behind it.Â
You wait too long to reply, another series of rapts following in quick succession. Youâre in trouble. Youâve angered the prince in a way youâre not sure youâll be able to find your way out of, but you have no choice. He knows your inside. You know you must face him. You must be brave.
Right before another series of knocks can echo against the walls, you finally pull the door open.Â
There stands the man you knew would be there all along, sculpted like the lord had made him himself. You wish you could behold him properly, to stare at his beauty in the suit specially prepared for this night. One he asked your opinion of several times during its construction.
But you are unable to, not when his shoulders heave like a bull planning its charge. Not when his eyes are narrowed into a glare that enters your soul without consequence. Never before had you felt his anger directed at you.Â
The future king would be a fearsome thing.Â
âIt appears you are not dead.â He states, cold and detached in a way you have never heard before. It makes you feel small, feel weak. Though by now, you know he wants an answer. He will not accept the lack of one from you anymore.Â
You shift uncomfortably on your feet, âI suppose notâŠâÂ
âThen what do you suppose.â You flinch. Youâre not sure.
âIâ Prince KimâŠâÂ
âTaehyung.â He interjects, though you ignore him. Only his future wife is meant to call him by that name.
âPrince Kim, I could not possibly accept this gift. You have to understand.â The way he looks at you makes you want to shrink. To appear as small as possible to placate the lion youâve wondered into the den of.Â
âI do not. You are to accept any gift I am to give you.â He is stern as if lecturing the ground beneath him. He looks massive in your tiny room, taking up much more space than you wish to grant him.
You begin to grow frustrated, annoyed. Does he have no sanity? Does he really think it is okay to play with the hearts of women so carelessly? It is disgusting. Repulsive even! You do not deserve anything like this. You begin to grow tense, grow firm like a wolf cornered. Ready to lash out with no remorse.Â
That is what you are, anyway. A cornered animal with no hope to escape.Â
âI wonât.â You raise your shoulders, stand taller and stare him straight in the eyes. If this will have you sent to the axe then so be it.Â
He grows just as tense in reply, his lips forming a sneer as he takes a step closer towards you.Â
Never before has Prince Kim been opposed like this before, youâre sure of it. The way his irises become darker is proof.Â
âAnd why is that, lamb?â He mocks, and the fire inside of you only begins to glow brighter Of course, youâre just the lamb that's wandered into the lion's den. The lamb being prepared for meal.Â
Steam clouds around your head, jaw becoming tense as you try to hold back your rage. Rage for your mother, rage for the life she was taunted into the same way the prince is trying to do to you now.
âI will not become another woman you bed and then lay waste to!â You practically shout, unable to hold back your emotions anymore.Â
His nostrils flare, âExcuse me?âÂ
âYou heard my words.â You state back, indignant, âI will not be an idiot. I will not become another woman who you use for your own pleasures!â
You hear him scoff, head turning away from you for the first time as he looks around your room.Â
âYou think that little of me?â His eyes make their way back to you, his face having the expression of somewhat⊠hurt?Â
Suddenly, youâre unsure. You feel stupid all over again though youâre not entirely conscious as to why. You hurt him? How could you possibly hurt the most powerful person in the country?Â
You falter in your stance, and it is obvious that he takes notice. Uses it to his advantage as he takes another step closer, makes his hand find your own. His thumb brushing soothingly over the knuckle. His hands are always so soft.Â
âWhat else am I meant to think? Iâve heard the stories, Prince Kim.â Where once was fire lays blistering coals. Hot to the touch yet unyielding in their passion. The air in the room has changed in much the same way.
âTell me of them.â He asks you, his voice now gentle, soft.Â
It is strange, the complete change heâs had since first entering your room. Has your brain going a little haywire. Especially with the way he stares at your hands. Like they could be locked forever.Â
âIâŠâ You feel flush, embarrassed to mutter the words in front of the prince, âIâve heard you seduce women⊠princesses, noblemenâs daughters, maids⊠the lot. Then you abandon them the next morning with your seed in their core and a knife in their heart.âÂ
You keep your eyes to your feet, face feeling hot by repeating the words of your friend. You refuse to look at him, you cannot take the embarrassment.Â
A light chuckle leaves his lips, a hand coming up to attempt to muffle them, âSorry, sorry.â He shakes his head, a playful glint in his eyes. Youâre baring your soul to him! How dare he laugh!Â
He coughs to muffle the rest of the sound, returning to the moment, âI apologise. I just had the realisation. Youâre jealous of them, arenât you lamb?âÂ
A mess of flutters takes up your stomach, your shoulders raising in alarm. Your lips open to try and form words, to try and deny the allegations made your way, yet you are entirely unable.Â
Especially with the way he moves closer, crowds your space with such ease. Leads close to you, whispers words in your ear, voice lower than before.Â
âYou wish it to just be you I lay with, is that so?â You can practically hear the smile in his voice as another, more erotic chill finds its way down your spine.Â
âTh-That isnâtââ You try to speak, but your voice sounds as light as air. He moves closer, arm carrying itself around your back, pulling you flush against him as he speaks sinful words. Words only for you.Â
âAhâŠâ He sighs in relief, lips practically touching your ear once youâre finally connected to him, âYou donât like it when I go fuck your friends then come to spend my nights talking to you⊠writing to you⊠touching myself to the thought of you.âÂ
You cannot take it. You cannot take this, take him. Your head is spinning, clouding with the drug known as Prince Kim. Your knees feel weak, your limbs feel all too heavy. How can someone so pretty say such sinful words without a second thought. Itâs too much. Far more than your poor little heart can take.
Your arms come up, press as firm as they can against his chest despite how weak they feel.
âMmmâŠ?â He asks in response, pulling back to look down on your face. Mock confusion spread across his features. He takes a step back, pretending to look you up and down. Like he is just playing a game of poker while all of your tells are as clear as day.Â
âOr is that not what you wish?â He asks, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy, âYou would like things to remain the same?â He smiles, drawing conclusions all on his own.Â
He pauses, waits for you to say something, anything before continuing. But you do not, so he will keep playing this game by himself.Â
âThen I shall go find someone to keep me company for the night. Mmm..â He taps his chin in contemplation, turning on his heels, meanwhile panic and dread fills every facet of your being, âWhat were those ones youâre friends with again? Celley? That pretty blonde? Oh, or maybe Annabell. Iâm sure she would be prepared to go for a second round.âÂ
What? What? No, No! What is he talking about? Why is he starting to walk away?! Wait, Annabell, second time?! She has before?!Â
Oh heavens, oh gods.Â
âAnyway, I'll be sure to write to you after. Have a good night, dream of me.â You begin to hyperventilate as he takes one step out the door. No, he canât leave. You donât want him to. You donât want him to be with anybody else. You canât let it happen. You canât afford such a thing! Ever! That is not where he is meant to be!Â
Your body carries you before your mind does. Hand slipping out, gripping onto the back of his coat with all of the strength you can muster. Feet planted firm in your room, doing everything in your power to not let him leave. Â
It is really too bad you do not see the sick smile that forms on his lips. Maybe then the pieces of the puzzle would have finally clicked in place.Â
Instead he only tilts his head backwards, painting a complexion of boredom.
âN-No! I donât want that!â You finally manage to stutter out, knuckles turning white with the strength you hold onto him. Afraid if you let go in the slightest he will pull away and disappear forever. âI donât want you to be with other women!â
The silence that follows your confession feels a mile long.Â
âThen go put on the dress.â Out of any response there could be, that certainly was not the one you were anticipating.Â
âWhatâŠ?âÂ
His chin tilts in the direction of it, urging you on, âIf that is the truth, then go put on the dress.âÂ
âIâŠâ You hesitate for only a moment, but scramble to motion once the prince turns to leave once again.Â
You make quick paces to your bed, keeping your back to him. You feel his eyes on your back, intent on giving you no privacy to ensure you follow through on his order.Â
In fact, all he does is close the door behind you. Making sure no one will be able to see in. No one will be able to watch you save for him.Â
You slowly peel off the cotton of your nightgown, trying to appear brave even though his eyes are trained on your form. Even if your slip still remains on, you have never been this uncovered in front of a man before. You feel entirely bare.Â
You do not look at him as you finally find your way through the tool, slipping the garment over your head with struggle, yet his face is practically predatory.Â
You donât know his plans, or what he wishes to gain. You never do.Â
As the fabric settles over your hips, half of you wants to question how the size is perfect, but you refrain. Too embarrassed by everything else to even consider it an option. Your hands reach behind you to attempt to lace up the back on your own, yet another pair are already present in their place.
When did he get so close? How did he get so close without you hearing a thing? Your heartbeat must be the only sound in your ears, that must be it.Â
His fingers work down your spine, tightening the dress so it fits you perfectly. Tying it off with skill you did not know he had. You feel his breath on the back of your neck. A fire begins to grow in your core.Â
âI was going to present you to my father tonight.â He admits, placing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, âThe ball was meant to find my bride.âÂ
âOh.â Those are the only words you can say when he is so close, arms enclosing around your waist. Pulling your back flush with his chest.Â
Only words you can manage at the revelation.
âImagine his disappointment, more so my own when the girl I had been speaking to him about did not show.â He grunts, almost as if it hurt him. Guiding your body to stand in front of the full mirror in your room. Askingâ telling you to look at yourself.Â
The sight is strange, yet incredible. The crown prince of the entire nation standing in your bedroom, in the maids quarters. Surrounded by squalor and chaos. Arms wrapped around a maid dressed as if she could be a queen.Â
You look up at him to the best of your ability, regret plastered across your features, âPrince KimââÂ
âTaehyung.âÂ
â--Iâm so sorry.â He does not look you in the eyes. They stay trained ahead, not straying once from the mirror. One hand rubbing small circles into the fabric covering your stomach, the other sliding to your waist.
He touches you without care, without reason. Feeling you against him for all that it is worth.Â
âActions have consequences, that is all. They can come later.â He states plainly, âFor now I just wish to indulge in you.â
He brings his face down, placing it right next to yours. His hand rises, making your chin face the mirror as well.Â
He forces you to make eye contact with him through it, forces you to understand each of his words clearly.Â
âYouâll let me do that, wonât you?âÂ
You take a deep breath, gulping down all the air you can manage. You donât think youâve wanted anything more.Â
With no more than a nod, his lips are on yours.Â
Spinning you around, pressing your back against the mirror. His hands cupping your cheeks with such intensity you fear they may become etched into your skin forever. Keeping your lips closed against his own.Â
His body cages you in, pressing entirely against you. Forming against you in perfect harmony, feeling two souls become one. Feeling each other fully for the first timeâ no pretence or public eye in the way to stop it.Â
His teeth nip at your lower lip, biting in a way that has you opening them in pain. He takes the opportunity to lick his way inside, somehow pushing even closer to your body.Â
Something hard presses against you and the discovery has your knees wishing to collapse.Â
The prince canât possibly be this big. He simply canât.
The kiss has you reeling, unsure of anything. Unsure of what to do at all. It is nothing like your first kiss under the cherry tree with Jungkook. That was soft and sweet, docile as two people discover something new.
This, this is nothing of the sort. It is hungry. It is a beast that has been starved, finally getting its first meal. It is intoxicating. It is needy and desperate in a way that has your fingers trying to press themselves even deeper into the glass. It has your breath being robbed. Your lifeforce wilts away to satisfy only the prince.Â
The groan he lets out as you finally give into him, finally allow him to take control of the kiss as arousal pools in your gut. It is one of the most deadly sirenâs calls you think youâve ever heard. One that would have any woman throwing themselves overboard for just a taste.Â
âFinally,â He grunts, pulling no more than a millilitre away from your lips, wetness still connecting them, âMy whole life Iâve been waiting for you.â He mumbles, hungrily connecting his mouth back to your own.Â
Before you know it, youâre lost in the man once again. Allowing him to move you, to guide you to your bed without withdrawing from you once. Tangling your fingers into his hair, trying to make sure he doesnât pull away. Making you drunk off of his taste, off of him.Â
When he kisses you like this, youâre not sure youâll ever be able to live without him.Â
Your knees hit the frame of your bed and all of a sudden you're falling backwards onto its plush lining. Panting, trying to regain some of the air he stole from you.
For the first time youâre able to look up at him, to discover the mess that he has become. Cheeks red, lips swollen. Eyes dark and twisted with lust. Hair ruffled messily from where your fingers laid. Shoulders rising and falling with effort as he catches his breath as well.Â
He looks gorgeous and you canât help yourself hoping this will be only a sight for you forever.Â
He leans down, pecking your lips once more, âI couldnât stop myself from imagining this. Since the moment I placed an order for your dress.âÂ
He huffs, dropping to his knees in front of you. You sit up on your elbows, face twisted into confusion as you look down at him.Â
God. It is too dangerous to look at him right now. You know that as another wave of heat runs straight to your core.
âPushing up the future queen's skirt.â He groans, hands gaining purchase on your hips, pulling you down so your waist sits at the edge of the bed, âLetting myself have a taste of her while everyone else at the party danced.âÂ
O-Oh. Oh. He sees you as, oh god.Â
His fingers bunch in the material of your skirt, drawing in a shaky inhale as he holds onto any drop of sanity left.Â
When he sees no hesitation from you, he slowly begins to push the material up your legs. Eyes trained on your own, looking to you for any sign of discomfort.Â
âHave her come undone on my tongue while no else was the wiser.â He groans as he finally comes face to face with your panty covered core.Â
Your brain moves at a snail's pace, trying to keep up with every tiny movement the prince makes. Trying to process his words while your head becomes fuzzy with your own arousal.Â
You feel like mush, so pliable in his grip.
His large hands slowly begin to part your thighs, to look at what he has been craving for so long when your brain catches up with you, embarrassment overcoming your being.Â
âY-You canât! I-it is dirty to do such a thing.â At least, that is what you had been taught. Though, the look in his eyes and the growl from his throat tells you the opposite.
âYou could never be dirty. No part of you could ever be.â The sound he lets out is more akin to an animal than anything else, and suddenly you feel like a schoolgirl. Flustered and embarrassed beyond anything else.Â
The muscles of your thighs untense, the look on your face blushed and biting.Â
âYou will let me?â He asks again, and despite your embarrassment, you nod. He is going to be king⊠his word is rule afterall. He wishes it, so it will happen. You could not be more pleased to oblige.Â
His grip on your thighs is more firm than before, blunt nails digging into soft flesh as he pries your legs apart. He lets a groan resonate from the back of his throat at the sight. Panties sticking to your center, wetness pooling just behind causing the material to almost become transparent before him.Â
You did not know it was possible for a man to have such an effect on you.Â
Without a second thought, he pushes the material down your thighs. His tongue licking a long stripe up your cunt, savouring the flavour for every cent it is worth.Â
He moans at the taste, not wasting a second before he dives back in. Lapping against you like it is his last meal.Â
A mewl leaves your lips, too many feelings crossing you at once for any of them to be worth anything.Â
Embarrassment, shame, fear all vanish the moment his lips wrap around your clit, sucking against the small bundle of nerves in a manner that has your back arching against the bed. Fingertips digging into the sheets to find a second lease on life.Â
You try to look down at him, to find him between all of your small pants of pleasure, however he is gone. Disappearing until the layers of fabric while he brings you sensations you never thought were possible.Â
His tongue moves like it is made to pleasure only you. Taking turns flicking your clit to lowering into your center. Licking up any bit of arousal he can make out. Trailing up once again to press flat against the bundle of nerves.
All of it has your legs kicking, your breath melting.Â
He is not quiet either, letting you know exactly how much he adores this. Adores the feeling of your thighs wrapped tight around his head. Adores every little sound and reaction you have to give him. Adores the taste of you on his tongue. It was only meant for him.
It feels like he has been wishing to do this far longer than you would ever know. Consuming you whole from the inside out. Causing you to become addicted, to desire him just as much as he carnally craves you.
His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as your hips begin to rock against his face, seeking out every ounce of pleasure that he is willing to give you. Your adorable mewls and whines grow louder, peaking every time he sucks on your clit.Â
A coil has begun to form in your gut, feeling as though it could snap at any second. You wish you could see him, to look at his face and see the crazed gleam in his eyes. Observe the exact look on his face as he licks your cunt.Â
You try to picture it. Try to imagine the way he would look up at you from between your legs. The dark umber his eyes would become, the gentle circles he would rub into your thigh as you finally make eye contact.Â
Your walls clench around his tongue, sending a new waves of whines out of your mouth. He somehow moves faster, more precisely with every movement. Like he is able to hone in on the exact things that have your thighs quivering.Â
His tongue moves up, takes your small, worn clit into his mouth. Alternating between sucking against it, flicking at it, and pressing against it firm with the flat of his tongue.Â
Without warning, nor any reprise, one of his thick fingers is thrust into your wet heat. Filling you in a way you have never been able to do to yourself. Stretching you. And all of a sudden, youâre flying off the edge of a precipice.
âPrince Kim!â Your back arches off of the bed, head thrown back against the mattress as you let out a moan. Your hips jolt, cunt squeezing around his fingers, heels digging into the floor as you come undone before him.Â
He works you through it with ease and grace, finger slowly thrusting in and out. Tongue firmly planted against your clit to ride you through your high.Â
It would not be your last of the night. He must be gentle.Â
Slowly, you relax against the bed, chest heaving from exertion. He pulls away from you, standing to full height before leaning over your shaking form.Â
Your arousal coats his face, a sheen from his lips and chin evident against the soft yellow glow of the room. He looks down at you, concern and adoration written across his features. Though in his eyes, it appears that the beast has yet to be quelled.Â
He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You taste yourself against them.Â
âYou are delicious. I wish to eat you every night until I die.â He mumbles against your lips, his knee sliding between your legs. Muscle pressing against your swollen cunt.Â
You try to flinch away, yet the hand on your hip keeps you in place.Â
He will not have you running away.Â
Not now.Â
Your cheeks flush at his words, wide eyes looking up at him like he is all that matters.Â
He is.Â
He presses his knee further against your pussy while his lips trail down the column of your neck. Urging you towards the headboard with no words spoken until your head is against the pillows.Â
Your arms wind their way around his neck, keeping him in place, âI-if we were married, I would let you.â You manage to speak, your voice shaky.
He only smiles in reply. Fingers digging deeper into your waist as if he is holding himself back.
âThen we shall call this practice for our wedding night.â He smiles, sitting back on his heels.Â
Marriage, wedding night. You allow the thought to ghost through your mind, willing it to be reality.Â
He smiles down at you, taking note in the way you seem to gleam at the idea. A small chuckle leaves his lips, you really are too cute for your own good.Â
His voice is no more than a whisper, forcing you to stay enrapt, âYou will let me, right?â He asks, eyes glancing down to where his pants strain against his hips, âI wish to make love to my future wife.â
Your mouth practically waters at the sight, his hard cock pressed taught against the expensive material. You swear there may even be a wet spot where his cum has leaked through.Â
Your pussy clenches, wanting nothing more for him to find his way inside. For him to claim you for himself. Destroy you so no other man can have you in the same way.
You struggle against yourself for no more than a moment, but the way his hand reaches down, grips at his cock. Brushes his thumb over the surface has you moaning in want.Â
âPlease.âÂ
He smiles, the motion following swift. All at once his hands unbutton his pants, pushing the material down his thighs just enough for his cock to spring free. He groans at the feeling, thick length hitting his stomach. Pretty pre-cum dripping down the side.
Your eyes go wide. If you imagined him to be large before, seeing it now looked impossible. He is thick, long. Far too big to ever hope to fit inside of you.Â
But the desperate groan in his voice, the hungry look in his eyes only has you spreading your legs. Wishing nothing more than for him to destroy you.
One hand wraps around the base as he moves closer, the other forcing the skirt of your dress as high as it will allow. He makes space for himself in between your thighs, slotting himself in. Ready to do what he has been waiting years for.Â
Not yet.
He sees the hesitation in your eyes, the worry. So he leans down, planting a gentle, soothing kiss to your lips. One filled with years of time behind it.Â
He knows he must be careful with you. Knows all of his patience will have been worth it when he is finally able to take your virginity.Â
âWill it hurt?â You as quietly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close. You find comfort in him. Find a sense of safety within his eyes.Â
He nods in response, âOnly for a little while, I promise.â He mumbles against your lips, placing a soft kiss against them once more.Â
He slowly rubs the fat head between your folds, coating himself in your arousal. Your hips buck slightly in response, and he canât help but smirk.Â
So sensitive. So ready for him.Â
As much as he wants to be rough, he canât. He canât scare you away just yet.Â
He looks into your eyes once more, âReady?â He asks, giving you one final chance to back out. You only nod your head, pulling him close, hiding your face in his neck.Â
His head catches on your opening with the final drag of his length through your lips. His hands practically shake in excitement, as he guides himself inside. Letting go only once the tip is buried within your walls.Â
He feels your teeth sink into his coat, your body burning with the stretch of him. He only has the first inch inside, yet you think it is more than you could possibly take.Â
A choked cry leaves your lips as he continues to slowly thrust inside. Your arms cling to him as tight as possible. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as he fills you, forming your entire body just around him. Just around his cock.Â
He pauses only once half of his cock is buried in your needy cunt. You feel his hand come up to caress your cheek, to bring you back down to reality from the pain you feel digging at your core. Trying to bring you some sense of comfort.Â
You pull back from his shoulder to look him in the eyes, expecting to see them soft. Filled with concern. Though there is nothing of the sort there.Â
Behind his bangs is only the look of pure insanity.Â
Though he tries to be compassionate, he really does.
âAre you doing okay?â His voice is strangled, coming out in only desperate cracks. He shakes, wanting nothing more than to fuck himself inside. Fuck himself deeper and deeper, until your cunt is shaped for his cock alone.
But he holds restraint. Just enough.
The way he looks at you, the way he speaks has a wave of pleasure rushing through your skin. Your walls clamp around him, tightening even more.Â
He is falling apart before you, because of you.Â
He has gone mad because of you.
The feeling only makes you want to urge him on. See just how far the prince can fall.
You nod your head, looking at him with all the affections in the world, âDonât stop.âÂ
He groans at your words, mind losing itself as he snaps his hips forward, forcing his cock inside until his hips are firm against your own. Teeth digging into the fragile skin of your neck.
You cry out in pain, your walls squeezing around him in shock. Pain coursing through your entire system as you are filled to the brim. Walls stretched as wide as humanly possible. The head of cock so deep inside you swear you can feel it in your lungs.Â
âShit.â He groans, mouth falling open, âThis pretty thing is wrapped around me so tight, lamb. So fucking tight I canât think.âÂ
He slowly tries to move his hips, though you only shout in response. Your legs wrap around his back, doing their utmost to keep him in place.
âHurts!â You whine, shaking your head quickly.Â
Fucking hell. What is the point of a pussy as sweet as your own if he canât use it properly?
His hand moves between your legs, growl of impatience slipping past his lips as his fingers find your clit. They work with urgency, with need. Rubbing tight circles into it, trying to get you to feel the same pleasure he does.
You whine, overstimulated. Shots fired in all directions leaving you messy and confused.Â
With every circle, a mewl sounds from your throat. Slowly your legs behind him loosen, the pain from before mixing with pleasure to become something wonderful. Something that has you whimpering for him to not stop.Â
âSee?â He grunts, slowly slipping out of your heat until only the tip remains, âWe were made for each other.âÂ
He forces his cock back inside, fucking you open just for him. Only ever for him.Â
Your nails dig into his back, heels digging into the mattress as you moan for him. As your cunt becomes addicted to the feeling of him filling you so perfectly. Addicted to everything he has to offer.
He moves too fast, too hard for you to even hope to keep up with. Hips pistoning into you, forcing you to take everything he has to give and more. Forcing you to be the perfect little doll for him, give him all the pleasure he can want and more. White mixing with red around the base of his cock.
Your back arches off the mattress to try and get closer to him, to try and keep up with him in any hope of the sentiment. Hips trying their best to keep him as close and as deep as possible, knowing they crave one thing and one thing alone.
âPrince Kim!â You moan, yet he growls in response. A sharp slap to your thigh sounds throughout the room as his hips pause, fingers removing themselves from your clit.Â
âThat isnât my name to you anymore.â His voice is low, menacing in your ear. One more poke of the bear and you will be punished. âTaeâHyung.âÂ
He emphasises the words with a sharp thrust of his hips, one that brushes against the bundle inside of you. One that leaves you crying out for him. Clinging on to him.Â
âSay it.â He grunts, animalistic and desperate. Yet youâre too lost in yourself to realise how debauched heâs become. Looking less and less like a man, more like a demon come to lay waste to your soul.Â
That is close enough to the truth, anyway.
âSay it until it becomes the only word you know. Every question I ask, every time I fuck myself into this sweet little cunt. Your only reply should be my name.â He grabs your chin, forcing you to stare at him.Â
Your fucked out little features as you bob your head in compliance.
âI-Iâ You swallow, trying to understand his words as he pounds away at your core, âI understand!âÂ
He smiles, almost proud of the work he has done today.
His hips only move impossibly faster, impossibly harder in a way that has that knot in your gut tightening once more.Â
âWeâll start simple then. What is my name?â He asks, angling his hips to press against your sweet spot with ever slight movement. Breathe panting, his mind falling deeper and deeper into the thralls of your body.Â
âP-Prinââ You stop yourself, a pinch coming down on your skin, âTaehyung!âÂ
He groans, almost coming undone as he hears your name fall from your lips for the very first time. The pretty sound your voice makes with every letter.Â
It could be the only thing he hears for the rest of his life.
âWho are you going to marry?âÂ
You whine, your head thrashing around slightly. He smiles. You must really enjoy the idea of that, huh?
âT-Taehyung!â You manage to stutter out again, feeling your release coming closer and closer as the seconds pass by.Â
âWho is the man you have fallen for?â The answer to the question is easy, especially when he is fucking into you like youâre the only woman that matters. Nothing matters except for him.Â
âTaehyung!â Your brain is too fuzzy to process anything else. Anything other than the way his cock fills you. Anything other than the one word he told you is your gospel.Â
âWho is the boy that kissed you under the cherry tree?â You donât even know anymore.Â
Does any man exist beside Taehyung anyway? You doubt it.
âTaehyung!â He smiles into your neck.Â
âWho was the boy that was going to have you killed? That saved your life?â His words donât process through your ears, yet you know what you are meant to say anyway.
âTaehyung!â He groans, his hips stuttering, losing their pace ever so slightly.Â
âWho do you belong to?âÂ
âTaehyung!â You whine, your thighs shaking. The coil so tight you think you may just die if it doesnât come undone in this very moment.Â
His breath is quiet, only a rough whisper in your ear, âCum.âÂ
Just as your king commands, you fall apart around him. White dots in the corner of your eyes as you clamp down around him, your legs pulling him close. A cry of his name leaving your lungs as if it is the very air you breathe.Â
You feel him paint the inside of your walls white, his hips stutteringâ fucking himself as deep into you as he could possibly manage. If you had any sense left in your little head you would have told him to pull out, yet your brain is so high. Filled with pleasure that only Taehyung can provide.Â
Waves of arousal crash around you as he slows his hips, ensuring that you ride out your orgasm to its fullest before pulling away. You wish he could stay buried inside of you, just like that. Yet you doubt that would be very wise.Â
âWas that good for you, little lamb?â He asks, slowly helping you into a sit. Youâre not sure how to properly answerâ mouth feeling dry. Your head has not yet come crashing back down, though that is probably a good thing.Â
Facing reality is too scary right now. Especially when Taehyung is so warm. So caring as he removes your dress. Slips your nightgown back over your soiled body.Â
âVeryâŠâ You nod, unable to take your eyes off of him as he moves around the bed. Tucking himself back into his pants, removing his shirt and dress-coat. Placing them over the back of a chair. Neatly hanging the dress on a hook, taking care that it is not damaged in any way.
Your arms find themselves reaching out to him, trying to pull him closer to you. He smiles once he takes notice.
âWould you like me to stay the night?â It is clear he was already planning on it, but hearing the words make you smile oh-so bright.Â
âYes, please.â You nod quickly, eyes already feeling tired. You did not know how he had so much energy, but you canât find it in yourself to care. Right now he is meant to be in your bed, arms around you. In fact, you become annoyed that he isnât already.Â
âAlright.â He smiles, slipping next to your form. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.
You feel so safe. So warm with him. So protected that you canât stop yourself from falling asleep.
âGoodnight my lamb.â
The Kim Empire.Â
His home, his family, his livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.
Yet, the only thoughts that seem to brandish his mind since the young age of 15 are about you.Â
When you first stumbled in front of him, carrying a tray of tea. Spilling it all over his shoes. That quick curse that left your lips before looking up at him. The wide, doelike vision you had once recognition had set in. One the realisation of error set into your bones.
He will never forget the way his heart began to race in that very moment. The way he felt a cloth of sickness overcome his whole body at the mere sight of you. Looking so serendipitous below him.
At first he thought it was hate, how silly he had been back then. Ah, the way he sent you to be killed was just funny to him now. He is grateful he talked to his mother before your execution date. Spilling his soul to her, detailing how he could not seem to remove you from his brain.
Ah, he was lucky he managed to get the letter to the executioner in time. What a pity that would be if he couldnât. Then he wouldnât have been able to lay next to you now. Wouldnât be able to play with your hair, caress you like he pleases.Â
It is truly too bad that was not his only trial on the road towards you. It was really a pity he had to send Jungkook away. Taehyung quite liked the kid. He was fun to play with and wouldnât shy away from his games.Â
But he just had to try and seduce you. Poor thing. You really were too innocent at the time. More than eager to kiss him for no reason. To give him even a peace of your heart that was meant for Taehyung alone.
He remembers as clear as day, the rage he felt as he watched your soft lips press against another mans. How terribly he wanted to go out and strike Jungkook with a sword. Of course he didnât though, that would have scared you away. He would have hated that.
He thanks god every day he was really your first kiss, even if you didnât know it.Â
Patiences was the hardest battle of all, and he will admit, he has faltered a few times over the years. Kisses stolen while you sleep, a few of your belongings robbed to keep him satiated. Mayhaps a few trips to your room in the night.Â
But who could blame him? He was a man in love. There was nothing that could stop him when he was so hungry for you.Â
Ah, and then of course his father. He wanted to separate your love as well. A maid could never possibly be suited to be queen, blah blah. He doesnât care. And at least that fight allowed him to hug you for the first time.Â
God. You felt so perfect in his arms, then and now. You have always been meant for this. Meant for him.
If his father plans to keep standing in the way, he will simply have to remove him from the equation. His bonds to the man are as thick as water. He cares more for you than he possibly could anyone else.
Youâve belonged to him since you were born, anyway. If a maid becomes pregnant while working for the castle, her child becomes property of the state. Of the crown. Of him.Â
It only makes sense that you are meant to be with him until death. It is the path lined for you. Your fate since birth.Â
He knows it as his delicate fingers trace over the small patches of blood dirtying the sheets. Evidence of the hours before, of your virginity robbed. Of your promises to him.
You are bound to him by blood after all.
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Tryst â„ Aemond Targaryen
Summary: Aemond walks in on his newly wedded wife changing, surely she is not as temperate as her father when she catches him eyeing her, is she?
Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, kind of enemies to lovers, VELARYON READER!!, reader has silver hair, virging!reader, fingering, reader is angry lol, breeding, lots of scratching and biting, porn no plot! English isnât my first language<3
Word count: 2.7k+
A/n: I missed my pwp era so here is a short rough smut with our prince Aemond! Missed being unhinged, so here is a fiery reader who is just as crazy as Aemondđ€ Reblogs & comments are always appreciated!đ
Marrying Daemonâs oldest daughter was not something Aemond could ever imagine, especially since it was his uncleâs idea to offer your hand in marriage; perhaps you were too much of a rebel to be kept on Dragonstone.
He remembers how much you glared at him the day he and his family came to that old wet castle to visit you and your family, and to settle for an agreement so the qualms between the families would vanish â or at least try to make amends somehow.
What he did not expect was for you to be utterly disgusted and angry at him, to the point when he had to show others you were officially courting, you did not even spare him a glance.
He despises you just as much if not more.
But he does not know why he is walking towards your chambers after the supper which you left in a really angry manner, leaving everyone stunned but him.Â
It is late as he walks through the dimly lit hallways of the Red Keep, an hour or two before the dead of the night, and his intentions are not clear enough to see why he is taking routes to where your chambers are. If only he knew why, he would try to avoid it at all costs.
He walks with his hands held behind him, chin up with his good eye scanning every tapestry on the wall, every knight who moves past him, in hopes of finding an answer for his intentions.
Your chambers are not much far from his, it would be too scandalous for husband and wife to be sleeping in different rooms, especially since your marriage happens to be the talk of every gathering and whispers of the court â not to anyoneâs surprise, Daemonâs oldest daughter and Aemond Targaryen are a match of flames, burning each other until there is nothing but ashes â but you do not care if you are the subject of laughter among these lowly lords and ladies.
Aemond sighs, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sleeves, trying to keep himself grounded as he walks towards the hallway that ends with a door to your room. He narrows his eye when he finds your knights nowhere to be seen, assuming you must have dismissed them yourself.
He reaches to knock on your door, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down before he rests his hand on the door, watching it slowly crack open. Why would you leave your door unguarded and open? Were you waiting for someone? Were you waiting for him?
With a curious look, he slowly pushes the door open, not wishing to startle you even though he could care less if you jump and scream out of fear, but he gives you this one privilege at least. He winces when the door makes a cracking sound, but he relaxes when he does not hear a sound of displeasure or concern coming from inside â in fact, the low humming catches him by surprise, making his ears perk at the sweet sound of melody filling your room.
When he has the door open enough to peek inside the room, he is taken aback by seeing you slowly disrobing, dropping layer after layer of your clothing on the ground, revealing your bare back to him.Â
His lips part in shock, sighing as he takes the newly exposed skin in, watching you drop your clothes on the ground, walking around your nightshift to grab your hairbrush.
Aemond is lost; seeing his wife mildly nude for the first time since he said his vows was something he did not really think about. Every thought he has had about you was always filled with anger, rage, and hatred, but deep inside, he could feel his feelings bubbling with anticipation for something far beyond whatever he had already experienced.
And now, seeing you brush your silver locks with grace makes his chest tighten, but your bare back has his mind turn cloudy and sinful, leaving him breathless as he feels his leather pants tighten.
Subconsciously, he pushes the door open a bit more forcefully than he intended to, making a loud crying sound. He freezes, his eye widening when you scream and turn around, throwing the brush at his face, but he dodges in time, watching in horror as the brush flies to the hallway.
âWhat is your fucking business here?â You yell at him, reaching for one of your jewelry boxes, holding it up to threaten him with another attack, âSpeak, now!â
âIâŠIâfucking gods, woman!â
He says it with gritted teeth, moving his head quickly when you throw the box at him, hitting the door as he closes it so none of your belongings get lost.
âWere you watching me?â You ask, laughing in disbelief as you walk quickly to grab the nearest book on your desk, throwing at him again, âI reckoned your brother was the pervert one, but it appears it runs in the family!â
âStop this madness!â He yells back, shielding his face with his arms as the book comes close to hit him in the cheek, âI was not watching, do not think yourself so appealingââ
âYou do not find your wife appealing?â You point the candle holder you grab in the blink of an eye towards Aemond, narrowing your eyes at him as you take a step closer, âYou come into my room, watching me peel off my clothes until I am naked just to say you do not find me appealing?â
âI did not say that, wifeââ he holds his hands up, slowly backing away from you, his back hitting the wall with a soft âthudâ before he resumes talking, âI was merely disagreeing about how I am of a sick mind, I am not, I wished to talk to youââ
âNonsense!â You step closer, holding the sharp candle holder in his direction, âYou said it, I heard it with my own ears! I despise you for being here, for being my husband, for trying to break me while it is you who does not wish to warm my bed.â
âDrop that thing, wife,â he sighs, gently trying to reach and grab it from you but you take a step back suddenly, glaring at him, âDonât force me to come here and take it from you.â
âI would like to see you try, husband,â Venom drips from your words while you stare daggers at him, your grip tightening around the candle holder âGet out of my room!â
âYou are my wife, I will do as I please,â his tone matches yours as he stares back at you, his eye darkening at the sight of your chest visible underneath your thin nightshift, âIf I wish to stay here, I willââ
âGet. Out!âÂ
Before you are given the chance to throw what you are holding at him, Aemond grabs you by your wrist, pulling you closer as he switches your positions and pushes you against the wall; one knee between your legs and both of his hands pinning your wrists to the wall with one next to your head and the other above it.
âWhy must you be so difficult?â He whispers, his nostrils flaring as he glares down at you, his fingers tightening around your wrists until you whimper and drop the candle holder, chest heaving as you look up at him.
âI am a reflection of how you treat me,â you spit the words out, craning your neck to lean closer to him, your nose brushing against his, âI despise you for the air you breathe, for the wine you drinkââ
âAnd you do believe that I donât seeth every time I am reminded that you are my wife?â He pushes his nose against yours forcefully, keeping your head locked against his and the wall with his forehead on yours, his hot breath mingling with your quick panting, âI wish to tear through everything that reminds me of you and your fatherââ
âThen do, coward,â you cut him off, your eyes falling down to his pink lips, wiggling against his hold, trying to free yourself, âMake me hate you more than I already do.â
And he does; his lips meet yours in a searing kiss, knocking the breath out of your lungs as he lets go of one of your wrists to pull you in closer by your waist, his nails digging into your flesh.
Your hand goes to his soft silky hair, pulling on the hair tie roughly as you kiss him back, threading your fingers through his locks, tugging at the root of his hair while he bites down your lips, freeing your other wrist too.
Aemondâs hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his tongue pushing past your lips so he can taste you thoroughly. He bucks his knee to your clothed core, encouraging you to go ahead and take your fill, rock your hatred into oblivion.
You whine as you slowly grind down on him, your lips falling apart as you break the kiss to gasp for air, your hand tugging at his hair while your other hand goes to his doublet, undoing it quickly while your hips pick up the pace.
âGo on, wife,â he whispers, hand letting go of your jaw before he reaches down to rub your heat over your underwear, letting out a shaky sigh when he finds a wet spot on the fabric, âSo much for hating me, your cunt is betraying you.â
âFuck youââ
âFuck me indeed,â he pushes your underwear aside, swiping his fingers through your wet folds, enjoying the broken whine you let out.
He leans down, prepping kisses and bites along your neck, sinking his teeth a bit too hard when you push his doublet down and dig your nails in his pecks. Aemondâs thumb circles your pearl, making you tremble under his touch as he makes your essence drip on your inner thighs.
You throw your head back when he gently prods your entrance with one finger, easing the digit inside your warm walls with ease because of your wetness. He hums against your collarbone, enjoying how slowly you are losing yourself in the feeling of being wrapped in his arms â although the scratches you are leaving on his chest through his undershirt are the opposite of what he thinks.
He adds another finger, scissoring you open as he pumps his finger in and out of you, going in knuckles deep while he curves his digits, enjoying how your face twists with pleasure and a fit of anger that fuels because of how it is him who is giving you this pleasure.
âI need more,â you whine, one hand coming down to rest against his wrist, keeping his hand there as he thrusts his fingers faster, the lewd sound of squelching echoing in the room.
âI will give you more,â he goes faster when he notices how your eyes drop shut and your legs start to shake around his hand, your walls gripping his fingers for dear life, âI will make you fall in love with me.â
âImpossible,â you gasp, toes curling as you shake and peak around his fingers, throwing your head back against the wall while you gush and release all over his hand, âYou are unlovable.â
âAs I said beforeâŠâ he whispers before he pulls his fingers out, wiping your wetness on your nightshift before he grabs the side of the fabric and tears it in half, leaving your body bare to his eye, âYour body betrays you, wife.â
You look at him in shock, covering your breasts with your arms, but Aemond has none of it; he slaps your arms away, taking off his undershirt, revealing his smooth chest before he grabs you by the nape and pulls you in for another kiss.
Your lips crash into each other, your hands tugging and pulling on the otherâs hair while Aemond leads you to the bed, nearly tripping over the pile of clothes.Â
He drops you on the bed, quickly crawling on top of you to meet you halfway for another passionate kiss, his hips pressing against the side of your hip before you spread your legs for him, pulling him even closer.
You reach between your bodies to palm the growing tent in his pants, squeezing and relishing in the sound he makes in your mouth before you urge him to push his pants and breeches down enough to free his cock.
You loathe how pretty he is, how pretty his cock is. You despise him for being the definition of Targaryen beauty, but now, the man you hate the most, the man who you have the spiteful pleasure of calling your husband, is about to take you for the first time.
He knows, of course he knows, because the queen would never choose anything less than a noble lady for her precious son; so he goes gently after he strokes his length a few times, pumping it to full hardness. He guides the red weeping head of his dick to your entrance, pushing in slowly, his hands going to your hips as he sits up on his knees so he can watch as he breaches past your muscles, the tip of his cock disappearing inside you.
You writhe beneath him, fisting the bed sheets as you nod and wait for him to go all the way in, pushing you to your limits as the stretch begins to be a bit painful, but he brings your hands to his chest, urging you to scratch him as hard as you wish when you feel any discomfort.
Aemond thrusts himself inside you completely, groaning at the tight feeling of your cunt gripping him like a vice, holding onto him until he has carved the shape of his cock within your walls.
He drops forward, holding himself up by his hands on each side of your face before he starts hammering himself inside you, making you gasp and moan incoherent words underneath him â the princeling in him only lasted for a few minutes, and now, he is just the Aemond who finds you annoying and miserable, fucking you as you are; the wife he hates, the woman he craves.
The rise and fall of your chest grows faster, and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, fingers leaving red angry marks all over his shoulder blades and back while you lock your legs around his slim waist, keeping him caged against you.
There are no words exchanged, there is no need to when both of you are moaning and groaning at the feeling, biting each other until there are visible signs of your tryst for the court to see on the next morrow.
He feels your walls clenching around his girth, bringing both his and your high closer. One of his hands reaches down, circling your nub so you fall over the edge of bliss, euphoria rushing through your body.
He follows closely, hammering his cock deep inside you until he buries himself into you and paints your walls with his seed, his eye wide open as he stares down at you, lips parted and pupil blown.
He pulls out of you after his body stops shaking, dropping down on the bed next to you as he tries to catch his breath, his arm lying limp on top of your body.
You feel his cum dribbling out of you, alerting you of what you have done. Suddenly, a wave of hatred crashes into your head, and you turn your head to look at his peaceful face before you start shoving him down your bed.
âGet out, arsehol!â You pull the covers on you, keeping them secure against your chest as you try to shove him down on the floor, âGet out of my room!â
âEasy, woman,â he throws his hands up in defeat, fixing his pants before he grabs his undershirt and puts it on, âI do not intend to stay here longer than needed.â
âI hate you,â you say, pushing him out of the door with force, frowning when he laughs into your face but you do not wait for him to reply before you slam the door shut.
But you hear him from the other side of the door.
âMutual feelings, wife.â
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routledge!reader x rafe, after big john comes back and finds out that both of his kids are dating the camerons, he gets mad, especially at his daughter, cause he thought that she wasn't thinking straight. After a few days, he throws a stupid comment about rafe when they were with the rest of the pogues and reader just snaps at him. pure angst now đ„° she realises that he's never been a good father, only caring about treasures and yells that she wishes he never came back. Then goes to rafe, crying, for comfort đ (i love angst im sorry.)
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rafe cameron x routledge!reader
warnings: angst, swearing, a kiss, pretty safe !!
authors note: OKAY ik thats trevor n not rafe but erm, weâll pretend bc that pic is what gives the energy for this oneshot. anyway hii, hope u guys enjoy this one. feel free to send any requests guys! n thank u for 1k followers yesterday. ilyasm <33
you sit in the backyard, the soft hum of cicadas filling the warm night air. the pogues are just behind you, laughing and talking in a huddle. it feels good to see them like this againânormal, for once, after everything.
after the chaos of the last year, of treasure hunts, betrayals, and close calls. youâve always tried to stay out of it, letting john b and the others chase after the gold while you lived your life. but eventually, you couldnât stay on the sidelines, not when rafe got involved, not when it became a matter of life and death.
itâs been hard, being stuck between two sides, torn between your brother and your boyfriend. but tonight, you just want peace.
you glance over at your dad, sitting a little ways away from the group, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin on his face. big john routledgeâalive, after these three years. you still canât believe it sometimes.
he looks different, a little more worn, a little rougher around the edges, but the way he carries himself hasnât changed. heâs still larger than life, still full of stories, still your dad. and god, you missed him.
he catches your eye, and for a moment, itâs like nothing has changed. like youâre just a kid again, sitting with your dad, listening to him talk about his crazy ideas, his wild adventures.
âyou know,â he starts, leaning forward, âi remember that time you and john b tried to catch that fish out by the dock, and you both fell in. i swear, i thought i was gonna have to drag you two out myself,â he says, chuckling to himself, shaking his head like the memory is some long-lost treasure of its own.
you smile, even though it feels a little bittersweet. âyeah,â you murmur under your breath.
you pull at a piece of grass by your feet, your fingers absentmindedly tearing at it. youâve waited so long for this momentâfor him to come back, for your family to feel whole again.
but now that heâs here, you donât know what to do with it. you canât shake the feeling that somethingâs changed, that heâs not just the dad you remember, but something else entirely. still, you canât help but feel like the little girl who always looked up to him, who wanted nothing more than to make him proud.
âi never thought weâd see you again,â you mumble, your voice low, barely above a whisper. you donât look up from the grass, your fingers still picking at the blades, but you can feel his gaze on you.
âi never thought iâd be back either,â he admits quietly. âbut i couldnât stop thinking about you two. every day out there . . . i thought about coming home.â
you scoff softly, a bitter smile pulling at your lips, even though you donât mean for it to. âbut you didnât,â you say, barely above a whisper. âyou didnât come back for three years.â
he shifts in his seat, his fingers tapping against the arm of the chair. âit wasnât that simple, y/n,â he says. âi was trying to protect you. there are dangerous people out there, people who want what weâre after. i couldnât come back until i knew it was safe.â
you nod, but itâs a hollow gesture. youâve heard it all before from other peopleâthe excuses, the treasure, the danger. it always comes back to that.
you glance at your friends, laughing and sharing stories with each other. youâve spent so long trying to push this life aside, to live outside of the mess of treasure hunts and betrayals. but it always pulls you back in.
âyeah, you always did put the treasure first,â you murmur as you face forward again. youâre not even sure if you mean to say it out loud. itâs more to yourself, just a thought thatâs been living in the back of your mind for too long.
âdonât do that.â he leans forward, his voice soft, almost pleading. âi did it for you and john b,â he says, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âfor our family. i wanted us to have somethingâsomething big, something that would change everything.â
âyeah, but we didnât need that,â you say, your voice small, but firm. youâre still pulling at the grass, twisting it around your fingers. âwe just needed you.â
he doesnât say anything for a moment. itâs like heâs trying to figure out what to say, but thereâs nothing that can fix the years of distance. nothing that can make up for what you lost when he left.
thereâs a long silence, and for a moment, you think maybe this is as close as youâll ever get to understanding each other. you donât want to fight tonight. you just want to sit with him, to pretend that things could go back to how they were before.
âso,â he starts again, his tone shifting back to playful, like heâs trying to lighten the mood, âyou and john b teaming up with the others to chase down treasure? guess it runs in the family.â
you laugh, but itâs a little forced. âyeah, well, i tried to stay out of it. but . . .â
âbut what?â he presses, leaning forward with a smirk. âgot a little taste of adventure, didnât you?â
you glance up at the marsh, a faint smile on your lips. âsomething like that,â you mutter.
but you donât mention rafe, donât mention how heâs become a part of this tangled mess, how hard itâs been being caught between him and your family. youâve already told your dad the day you reunited a few days ago in barbados. didnât end well that time either. you donât want to ruin the moment, donât want to start another fight.
but, as if the universe is reading your mind, your dad shifts the conversation in a way that makes your stomach drop. âjust promise me,â he says, suddenly serious, âyou wonât let that rafe cameron kid get too close. heâs no good, y/n.â
the words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, you just sit there, staring at him. it takes you a second to process what heâs said, to even understand the casual way heâs dismissed rafe, like itâs nothing. like heâs nothing.
âand i hear john bâs with sarah now, too?â his tone shifts, bitter and disapproving. âso now both of my kids are wrapped up with the camerons. hell of a choice you both made.â
you freeze, your stomach tightening. there it is. you knew it was coming, but it still hits you like a punch to the gut. itâs not the first time heâs made a comment about rafe, and you thought you were doing the right thing confessing whatâs changed since you last saw him, but now heâs dragging john b into it, and that makes it worse. so much worse.
âdad,â you start, trying to keep your voice steady, but thereâs an edge to it, a warning. âdonât.â
he shakes his head like youâve said something ridiculous. âno, i am gonna say something. sarah, rafe, theyâre cameronâs kids. ward cameronâs kids. youâre smart enough to know better than to get mixed up with people like him. theyâre bad news. always have been.â
âyeah, but theyâre not like him,â you snap, your voice sharper than you intended. âsarahâs not ward. rafeâs not ward. theyâre not their father.â
he just laughs, but thereâs no humor in it. itâs harsh. âyou really believe that?â he asks, shaking his head again. âtheyâre camerons. itâs in their blood. you think youâre any safer with rafe than you were without me here? because iâm telling you right now, youâre not.â
you stand up, your hands balled into fists at your sides. youâve heard enough. for days now, youâve listened to him make little digs about rafe, about the camerons, and youâve kept your mouth shut. but tonight, itâs too much. you canât keep it in anymore.
âthree years, dad. three years you were gone, chasing your stupid treasure, while we were stuck here. john b and i had to figure it out on our own. so donât stand there and act like you have any right to tell me who i should or shouldnât be with.â
big john looks at you, stunned, like heâs seeing you for the first time. but youâre not done. thereâs too much youâve kept bottled up, and now itâs all spilling out.
âyou care more about that gold than you ever did about us,â you say. âyou care more about treasure than you do about being a father. you donât know anything.â
big johnâs face hardens, his jaw clenching as he stares at you. âi know enough,â he says, his voice cold. âi know who the camerons are.â
âyeah?â you snap, your voice breaking. âwell, maybe if youâd been here, youâd actually know something about me too.â
you turn on your heel, ready to storm off, but the moment you move, you notice it.
the pogues are silent now, all of them watching. sarah, jj, pope, kieâtheyâre still, their conversations dropped as they stand there, wide-eyed and uneasy. john b, though, heâs just sitting there with his can of beer held low in his hands, lips pressed together. you can tell heâs heard it all before. heâs not going to step in because he knows you need to let it out.
youâre just done with it. you take a step forward, ready to leave this backyard and the suffocating tension behind. but something stops you, a feeling gnawing at your chest, pulling you back. you hesitate, turning just enough to glance at your dad over your shoulder.
heâs still staring at you, his expression set like stone, as if heâs waiting for you to say more, to take it all back, maybe. but you wonât. not now.
your voice wavers, but itâs steady enough. âi wish you never came back.â
his face doesnât move, but something flickers in his eyes. you donât wait for him to respond. you turn away for good this time and walk out, leaving the backyard behind.
before you know it, youâre at rafeâs house, your knuckles rapping against the door almost frantically. you pace, glancing down at your phone, watching as the notifications keep comingâtexts from john b, a few from kie, and even jj. they're all asking the same thing: â where are you? â or â are you okay? â
you drag your hand down your face, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest. before you can get lost in your thoughts, the door swings open, and there he is.
rafe stands in the doorway, his expression unreadable. he leans against the doorframe for a second, his lips slightly parted, taking you in. you know heâs already pieced together whatâs happened from the voice messages you left on the way over. not that heâs the type to acknowledge it with some grand gesture or comforting words.
he doesnât say anything, but he steps aside without much ceremony. you slip past him and leave your phone in the foyer, tossing it carelessly on the side table as you pass, the pinging of messages finally fading into the background.
you make your way down the hallway, not even sure where youâre going, but your feet carry you to the living room. rafe follows close behind, his presence looming, but not overbearing. his eyes are trained on you, watching as you take in the dimly lit room. thereâs a bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table, a glass next to it, already finished. itâs so rafeâquiet, controlled chaos.
you stop, your breath shaky, your chest tight, and before you can hold it back, everything comes spilling out.
âhe doesnât get it, rafe. he just doesnât fucking get anything,â you start, your voice louder than you intend. you turn to face him, your hands gesturing wildly as you try to make sense of the mess of emotions coursing through you. âi mean, heâs been gone for years, and he comes back, and suddenly he thinks he can just . . . control everything? like he gets to have an opinion about my life after everything heâs done. he doesn't even know me anymore.â
rafes eyes are fixed on you, and heâs listening, letting you get it out. his jaw twitches slightly, but he stays silent, just watching as you unravel in front of him.
âand itâs like . . . itâs like no matter what i do, no matter how hard i try, itâs never enough! not for him, not for john b, not for anyone!â your voice cracks, and you press your palms against your temples, trying to hold yourself together, but the tears are already brimming, threatening to spill over. âi didnât ask for any of this. i didnât ask to be stuck in the middle of all this shit with my family and you and . . . god, itâs too much.â
you turn away from him, your breath coming out in shallow gasps now as you try to steady yourself. but itâs no use. youâre falling apart, and it feels like the weight of everything is finally crushing you.
before you can say another word, rafe steps forward, his arms sliding around you in one swift motion. âalright, alright, câmere,â he murmurs, his voice soft but firm. âcâmon.â
you collapse into him, burying your face into his chest, the tears coming freely now. he holds you tight, his chin resting lightly against the top of your head as his hand rubs slow circles on your back.
rafeâs not one for words, and you donât expect him to be, but thisâthis is enough. the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his arms keep you grounded, itâs enough to make the world stop spinning for just a moment.
you donât say anything else. neither does he. the silence stretches on, but itâs not uncomfortable. for once, you feel like you can breathe.
even though heâs holding you, his mind seems elsewhereâhis jaw clenched, muscles rigid beneath the surface. itâs not hard to guess where his thoughts have drifted, especially after everything you told him in those voice messages.
you can tell heâs upset. not just because youâre upset, but because of what your dad saidâabout him, about his family. his body is stiff as he holds you, and you know him well enough to see the silent anger simmering just beneath the surface. his eyes arenât on you; theyâre somewhere distant, staring past you as if heâs imagining your fatherâs words in his head.
âiâm sorry about what he said, rafe,â you whisper into his chest, feeling the way his breathing shifts, more shallow now, controlled. âhe said something about sarah and john b, too.â
he doesnât respond right away, but you feel his hand pause against your back, fingers pressing a little harder. for a moment, it feels like he might pull away, but instead, he just tightens his grip on you. his silence speaks volumes. rafe is the type to internalize everything, to let it fester until it boils over, but you can feel it nowâthe tension thrumming through his entire body.
âdoesnât matter,â he finally mutters, though you can tell by the way his voice is low, that it does. âitâs nothing i havenât heard before.â
you pull back slightly, just enough to look up at him, and his eyes flick down to meet yours. theyâre darker than usual, clouded with frustration, but he still tries to soften his expression for you.
âhe doesnât know what heâs talking about,â you say quietly. âhe doesnât know you.â
for a moment, neither of you speaks. rafeâs hand resumes its slow, steady motion against your back, though the tension hasnât fully left his body. you can feel the war going on inside himâthe part of him thatâs angry, defensive, but also the part thatâs trying to be here for you, to let go of his own frustration long enough to comfort you.
âfuck him,â rafe mutters after a long silence, his voice barely above a whisper. âhe doesnât get to talk about you like that. or me.â
thereâs a dangerous edge to his voice now, but you know itâs not directed at you. heâs angry, not just at your dad, but at the situationâthe impossible mess youâve both found yourselves in, caught between your family and his.
âi donât care what he thinks,â you murmur, holding onto him tighter. âiâm here with you. thatâs all that matters.â
he doesnât respond, but his hand moves to the back of your neck, his fingers curling gently into your hair as he exhales, long and slow, like heâs finally letting go of whatever was eating at him.
for the first time tonight, the room feels quiet as the two of you stand there, wrapped in each otherâs arms.
youâre gazing up into his eyes, searching for somethingâcomfort, understanding, maybe a little reassurance. your hands find their way up his shoulders, one resting gently on his collarbone while the other slides higher, rubbing the area around his ear and jaw.
âyou know that i love you,â you murmur, your voice soft but steady, as if the confession can dissolve the tension still hanging in the air.
rafe stares down at you, and in that moment, you can see everything in his eyes. heâs never loved anyone more than he loves youâthe way you stood your ground against your own dad tonight, defending yourself and defending him and his family. itâs a vulnerable space, one he doesnât often let himself occupy, but with you, it feels different.
he nods, pressing his lips together as if trying to hold back a flood of emotion. then, with a sudden urgency, he leans down and kisses you deeply. the taste of whiskey lingers on his lips. itâs a kiss that speaks of everything unspoken.
but just as quickly as it begins, he pulls away and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. you close your eyes into the gesture, feeling the warmth of his lips linger against your skin.
rafe goes back to resting his chin on your head, his breath steady as he holds you close again. you breathe in his familiar scent, a mix of sea salt and something distinctly rafe, and let the silence wrap around you like a comforting blanket.
in this moment, nothing else matters. not the fights, not your dadâs harsh words, not the stupid tangled web of family and expectations.
just you and him, together, holding onto each other for as long as you can.
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