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Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 3)

Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc

Summary: The new girl at Nevermore Academy is forced to live with a person who is the complete opposite of herself. But what will happen when the brother of said roommate has a personality similar to Wednesday's?

Words: 3.679

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Wednesday POV

My research on the monster was progressing, but it was not doing so at the expected speed and every time I managed to advance one step, I was forced to take two steps back.

I don't know how he does it, but it's like the monster knows every move I'm going to make and I don't like that at all.

For example, the homeless man who lived in the old meeting house; who was murdered two nights ago. The monster sees me in the ruins and that same night kills the person who lived in that same place?

It's not a coincidence.

But thanks to that event, I got all the information about the bodies in the morgue and I have deciphered a pattern. It's subtle, but reading the reports and seeing the photos of the bodies it's easy to decipher.

Each victim has had a part of their bodies removed. The first victim was missing a kidney, the second a finger, the third his gallbladder and the homeless man from the meeting house two toes.

I don't know why the murderer needs these parts, but I plan to find out.

Thornhill 's class is anything but new information, since everything she is saying about orchids and their pollination is something I learned when I was 9 years old.

I hear a complaining sound from my left, causing me to look towards the person sitting next to me through my peripheral vision and seeing the school artist.

Xabier: I hurt my back fencing.- he excuses himself quickly without me asking him.

Mrs.Thornhill: The orchid produces pheromones that imitate a female insect, thus attracting males.- continues with her explanation. -Once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in return?- questions waiting for the answer from one of the students.

Bianca: Nothing. - she answers before anyone else. -Like all the boys at the dance.- she finishes amusingly, causing most of the students to laugh at it.

Mrs.Thornhill: Okay, okay.- she says to get the attention of all the students. -I know you're all looking forward to Saturday, that's why I'm not going to send you homework.- she informs us, causing a small celebration on the part of the rest. -But I'm going to need volunteers for the decoration committee, anyone interested can come see me.- she says with a smile ending the class.

As soon as class ends, everyone gets up from their seats and immediately starts talking to each other.

Xavier: What? Aren't you going to participate? - he asks me directly. -Don't you like disco balls and surprise punch? - he asks with some sarcasm. -There will even be a DJ, Mc Blood Suckaz - comments with some amusement .

Wednesday: I prefer to stick needles in my eyes.- I respond immediately. -Although maybe I will do it anyway.- I comment casually, knowing that I would prefer it a thousand times over going to the dance.

Xabier: Invite someone to have a little fun.- he says bending down to put the book in his backpack and that's when I see it.

On the right side of his neck, which was being hidden by his shirt and jacket; three scratches. That has not been done in fencing.

I get up from my chair, deciding to follow my classmate and try to find out how those injuries could have been caused. He's hiding something and I plan to find out what he's hiding at all costs.

POV You

I grunt tiredly, hiding my face in my arms and resting on one of the tables in the square. This is getting repetitive too fast.

Enid: Do you want to stop growling, you're exaggerating.- she assures me, hitting my arm.

Y/n: Then stop asking me the same thing fifty times.- I growl again, raising my head from my arms and giving her a dirty look.

Enid: I haven't asked you more than 3 times! - she exclaims in defense and I look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: Three times in the last five minutes.- I point out. -But you've been asking me the same thing for five days.- I remind her breathing deeply, not wanting to lose the little patience I have left.

Enid: I'll stop asking you when you do it.- she assures me, crossing her arms and with a smile full of superiority.

Y/n: And why do you want me to ask Wednesday if she wants to go to the dance with me? - I asked her confused with the reason behind her insistence. -What do you get out of all this? - I say without understanding anything.

Enid: Because you would be a perfect couple and because unlike you, I would love for my best friend and brother to be together. - She answers with a huge smile.

Y/n: Three things- I list with my fingers. -First, what makes you think that Wednesday of all people wants to go to the dance, this being an unnecessary social event for her?- I ask, raising a finger. -Second, at what point has your mind thought that your best friend wants to be in a romantic relationship with someone, when she almost didn´t agree to be your friend?- I raise the second finger.

Enid: Because I know... - she starts in her defense but I tell her to shut up.

Y/n: I'm talking.- I remember, looking straight into her eyes. -And third, haven't you learned from what Ajax did to you?- I ask her with some anger in my voice, but my anger is not directed at her.

Because even with all my warnings not to go out with any of my friends, she asked Ajax on a date and he stood her up. The worst thing of all is that my best friend doesn't want to tell me why he stood her up and I haven't spoken to him in several days because of that.

No one plays with my sister's feelings, and Ajax 's black eye is an example of the consequences of that.

Enid: You didn't need to say the last point.- she growls at me angrily and with a certain gleam of pain in her eyes. -But whether you want to listen to me or not, there is something between you two and you can't deny it.- he assures me, looking me directly in the eyes.

Y/n: Well, look how I deny it.- I say with a false smile. -There is nothing between Wednesday and me.- I assure seriously.

Enid: You don't even believe that yourself.- she snorts, shaking her head. -It took her a month to let me hold her arm and you slept in her bed the first week, plus I can see the looks you give each other.- She points her finger at me accusingly.

Y/n: What looks are you talking about? - I ask, completely confused with what my sister means.

Enid: Oh please, the looks you give each other every time the other isn't looking and the intense but strange way of flirting you have.- she comments with exasperation.

Y/n: I don't flirt, I just have fun getting on Wednesday 's nerves.- I shrug with an amused smile.

Enid: That's called flirting.- she assures me as if it were obvious. -And don't deny it because you know we can spend the whole day like this.- she points her finger at me again so I can close my mouth. -So are you going to ask her to go to the dance with you or not? - she asks again with a big smile.

Y/n: I'll think about it.- I accept tiredly. -But you promise me that if I do, you won't bother me anymore with the looks that you say we give each other and the supposed flirtation.- I stretch my hand towards her, watching her bite her lip and think carefully about whether to accept or not.

I can see the internal struggle she is having in her head through her eyes and every slightest gesture on her face. I just wait in silence and keeping my hand outstretched.

Enid: I promise.- she growls after a while, accepting my hand. -But only if you ask, otherwise I can continue bothering you.- she says with a smile, shaking our hands energetically.

Y/n: Whatever. - I deny amused by her attitude and getting up from the bench.

Enid: Where are you going? - She asks me confused when I let go of our hands.

Y/n: I have homework to do.- I respond, raising my shoulders.

Enid: But Professor Thornhill hasn't sent us anything.- She remembers me confused.

Y/n: Do you only have botany class? - I ask amused by the look f confusion on her face. -I'm leaving.- I say goodbye, entering the school hallways.

I walk towards my room, thinking about what my sister told me and as if on cue I see the person we were talking about.

Y/n: Wednesday! - I exclaimed, calling her and running to catch up with her. -How are you going with the investigation?- I ask her when I get to her side.

Wednesday: Good.- she nods her head, continuing walking. -I have new clues and I have discovered something about the deaths.- she tells me and I walk next to her.

Y/n: Do the dates or the shape of the wounds form some pattern?- I ask interested.

Wednesday: No. - she denies in response and doesn't say anything else.

She continues walking in the direction of Ophelia Hall, so I understand that she doesn't want to continue talking and I decide to stop walking. I watch her walk away and turn around to resume my walk to my room.

Wednesday: Where are you going? - I hear her question from behind me so I turn around seeing her with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

Y/n: To my room.- I respond confused. -I thought that since you haven't continued talking and haven't stopped walking, you wanted me to leave you alone.- I explain simply.

Wednesday: At any other time you would be correct about the message of my actions, but this is not the case.- she assures me with her monotonous tone of voice. -Now follow me.- she practically orders me, turning around and resuming her walk towards her room.

I quickly look around, making sure no one is around and run again to catch up with her.

We do the rest of the way to the room she shares with my sister in complete silence. Once inside the room, she walks over to a cork board and looks over her shoulder at me.

I approach, looking at the board and appreciating the reports and photos of what I assume are the victims of the monster.

Wednesday: There have been a total of four murders, but none of them are related to each other other than by the monster that killed them. - she explains to me, pointing to the files of the victims . -The attacks have happened on random days, there is no pattern regarding a specific number of days between one murder and another, nor any lunar phase or anything like that. - she continues explaining to me and I see each date of the murders on each victim.

Y/n: That means that wolves, for example, are ruled out since all the murders would had to be during the full moon. - I comment, reading the forensic file of the second victim.

Wednesday: Exactly, although it is clear that there are some wolves that do not need the full moon to transform. - she comments with a knowledge that I did not know she had. - You, for example. - she points her finger at me.

Y/n: How do you know that? - I ask confused, since not many people know it and it´s better to keep it that way.

Since it is very rare that a werewolf can make a complete transformation at any time, without the need for a full moon and it is something that must be kept secret.

It is very dangerous for it to be known, since it would be a perfect excuse for the normies to blame us for any crime like this and also such information can be dangerous in the hands of another supernatural being .

Wednesday: Enid.- responds simply.

Y/n: Of course.- I growl, annoyed with my sister, since she knows she can't tell anyone.

Wednesday: But it is clear that it is not a werewolf, since the claw wounds that the victims present are more spacious than those of a werewolf. - she explains to me, pointing to an abdomen, or what remains of it . -But I have noticed that in each victim, the murderer has extracted a part of their bodies and that none of them match.- she explains to me.

Y/n: You mean, the killer has taken a part of each victim 's body? - I asked confused. -As a type of amulet or reminder?- I question looking at the girl next to me, who is with her arms crossed.

Wednesday: It seems that way, but I still don't know the exact reason. - she answers me simply.

Y/n: I may not be right.- I comment thoughtfully. -But don't serial killers usually take the same thing from all their victims? - I ask without stopping looking at the photos.

Wednesday: Not always, most prefer to take any of the victim 's personal belongings. But when it's a part of the body, it varies depending on the murderer. - She explains to me and I nod, looking at her when I hear the sound of a piece of paper.

Y/n: What is that? - I ask her when I see how she takes out some pages from inside her school jacket.

Wednesday: Some very realistic and detailed drawings that I have gotten of our monster. - she responds, hanging the two drawings on the board.

Y/n: Where did you get them from? - I ask looking at said drawings.

Wednesday: From Xabier's hut.- she answers and I look at her quickly.

Y/n: He painted this? - I ask her without stopping to look at her and blindly pointing at the drawings.

She just makes a sound of confirmation, tearing her gaze from mine and moving it to my friend's sketches.

I imitate her action, returning my gaze to the paintings and paying attention to every detail of the monster.

I know that many times Xabier has very realistic lucid dreams that he then draws. But dreams are usually related to things he has seen or knows. Which would mean that he has somehow seen the monster.

Y/n: Do you think he has something to do with the monster?- I ask her in a low voice, not knowing if I want to know the answer.

Wednesday: It is possible.- it confirms my fears. -Today he had a fairly large scratch on his neck and was acting a bit suspicious. In addition to the fact that those were not the only drawings, wherever you looked, the monster's face was everywhere in that hut. - she tells me and I sigh without wanting to continue with the topic.

I decide to take a couple of steps back, moving away from the board a little and trying to think of something else.

Y/n: Hey Wednesday.- I caught her attention, causing her to look at me instead of the board. -Would you like to go with me to the Raven on Saturday?- I ask her the first thing that comes to mind unconsciously to change the topic.

I open my eyes realizing what I've said and my heartbeat skyrockets. I can see that her eyes have also opened in surprise, but they have barely opened two millimeters and if I wasn't staring at her I wouldn't have noticed.

The air in the room becomes very heavy, due to the silence and lack of response from the black-haired girl. I swallow heavily, feeling my body temperature rise and my heart beat in my throat.

Wednesday: No. - responds monotonously and for some reason that I don't understand, I feel disappointment invade my body and a phantom weight in my heart, as if I had stones in it.

Y/n: I know that you are not the type of person who enjoys unnecessary social events like dancing and that you prefer to stay in your room writing your novel. - I explained quickly without thinking. -But I wanted to ask you just in case.- I lift my shoulders, feigning indifference.

Wednesday: I don't reject you for that reason.- she assures me and I look at her confused. -It's because I've already asked someone and that person has accepted.- she tells me with the same monotony as always.

I think since I've known her, it's the first time I hate how monotonous her voice is and how impassive her face is. Because for once, I would like her to express a minimum of feelings with her features so I can at least know what she thinks.

Y/n: Oh.- I murmur a few seconds after her response and processing the information she has given me.

She doesn't say anything, she just watches me in complete silence and for the first time, it makes me uncomfortable.

Never before had I felt so watched by her and so uncomfortable and embarrassed in her presence. I don't want to continue feeling her gaze on me, trying to read me, much less for her to realize that this rejection has somehow caused something in me.

Y/n: I think I've bothered you enough.- I clear my throat, taking a step back. -I have things to do.- I excuse myself, pointing to the door and walking towards it.

Wednesday looks at me, nodding and turning her attention back to the board.

I take advantage of the fact that her back is turned to flee from the room and walk towards mine, feeling the disappointment latent within me.

These feelings are the reason why I didn't want to ask her to go to the dance in the first place. I knew she was going to say no and that I would feel bad, but I didn't think will fell this bad.

I thought it would be like that day in the ruins, when Xabier appeared and they both ignored my existence, as if I were not by their side. I thought I would feel a certain heaviness for her failure to acknowledge my existence and anger for having her full attention on Xabier instead of me.

But it has not been that way. I know that what I felt the other time was jealousy and I still don't really understand why.

Although this time it wasn't jealousy, it was as if they were piercing my chest and squeezing my heart, preventing it from pumping blood to the rest of my body.

The worst thing of all is that she has asked someone to go to the dance, it was not another boy who asked her and for some strange reason she has been forced to accept.

No.

She was the one who asked someone to go to the dance with her and I didn't see her very upset about it when she told me.

On the other hand, how can I know what she feels if she never shows it.

Wednesday POV

After the strange interaction with Y/n and my refusal of his invitation to the Raven, he excuses himself and I am left alone in my room.

I don't spend much time alone before my extravagant roommate walks into our room and looks at me with a slightly disturbing smile.

Enid: I've seen my brother walk away from Ophelia Hall.- she comments in a sing-song voice, causing me to look at her seriously.

Wednesday: I have shared with him the progress of my research.- I respond walking towards her.

Enid: And you have only talked about the investigation? - she asks with some emotion to which I cannot find an obvious origin.

Wednesday: Yes.- I agree emphatically. -But I need your worldly wisdom for a last minute situation that has arisen.- I say, maintaining my usual seriousness and impassiveness, but without knowing very well what I have to do.

Enid: Okay? - nods with some insecurity.

Wednesday: What are the steps to follow to attend a social event like the Raven? - I ask, maintaining my position and avoiding reacting to the inhuman scream that my roommate lets out.

Enid: Oh my goodness! Wednesday Addams is going to the dance! - she exclaims, jumping on the spot and with a somewhat high-pitched voice. -Do you know what you need? - she asks me excitedly.

Wednesday: A shot to the head? - I ask sincerely.

Enid: A dress! - she exclaims full of emotion.

Wednesday: I already have one.- I assure her without reacting to her emotion.

Enid: Is it the one you showed up here with? - she asks with some fear on her face. -It was an abomination for fashion that not even I could resurrect.- she assures me. -Thing, help me.- she says to the hand on my right.

He responds with a thumbs up, implying that he agrees with her and that I cannot wear the dress in which I arrived at Nevermore .

Enid: You need something that says: First date, get out of the way bitches! - she exclaims with too much energy. -Besides, being Y/n's sister, I can help you better.- she assures me with an even bigger smile than the one he had before.

Wednesday: What does your brother have to do with all this?- I ask normally and with some confusion at the mention of the boy.

Enid: Aren't you going to the dance with him?- she asks, erasing the smile from her face and frowning in confusion .

Wednesday: No. - I deny immediately. -I'm going with Xabier, for reasons that aren't important right now.- I explain and I see how her face contorts in a similar way to her brother's when I rejected his invitation to the dance.

Although the expression on my roommate's face is lighter and she doesn't have the lost look like her brother has had for a few moments.

In addition, the range of emotions that her face shows is not exactly the same and there is a difference between the emotions of confusion, some sadness and perhaps guilt that Enid reflects, which are easy to decipher.

His brother's were more difficult, since I had only been able to clearly see the gesture of disappointment and the emotion of pain he made for a second.

But otherwise I can't say exactly what emotions he felt, much less the reasons why he felt them.

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Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 4)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

Words: 4.581

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Eloise's POV

A couple of hours ago my family arrived at Aubrey Hall and my youngest silings were running around the place like wild animals. My brothers have disappeared and Daphne is with mother, Lady Danbury, Kate and Edwina talking about the season somewhere around the house.

Which left me alone, sitting on an outdoor chair in the mansion's back garden and somewhat bored.

I did not want to participate in the conversation with my sister, mother and others; since the subject does not really interest me. I'd rather be with my brothers, but as soon as we set foot in Aubrey Hall two hours ago they disappeared and have shown no sign of life.

And I'm not going to be running all over the place, like Gregory and Hyacinth were doing.

I just pray that something interesting happens and it can keep me busy at least for a while. Because if this goes on like this, I'll end up cutting myself with the pages of my books and falling apart in the living room floor.

Apparently my prayers are answered, when one of the butlers appears and speaks to me.

XY: Miss Bridgerton, Prince Y/n of Hannover has just arrived and is waiting for you in the hall.- he informed me and I practically jumped out of my seat.

Eloise: That's great. - I comment happily and walking quickly towards the entrance of the mansion.

XY: If you don't need anything else, we'll take the prince's objects to his room assigned by Lady Bridgerton.- he comments when we reach the hall.

Eloise: We don't need anything else, thank you.- I thank him and after a slight bow he takes Y/n's luggage along with another man. -I thought you were never going to get there.- I say amused, crossing my arms and looking at the prince.

Y/n: I had a slight setback.- He informed me without much detail.

Eloise: What kind of setback? - I ask curiously, seeing the amusement in his eyes.

Y/n: One that doesn't concern you.- he answers me with grace and I just look at him badly. -Now, will you grant me the wish to give me a guided tour of the mansion or do I have to ask someone from the service?- he asks amused, raising an eyebrow and looking me straight in the eye.

Eloise: Ask someone from the service.- I answer challengingly, looking for a fun and entertaining reaction from him.

Y/n: I'll do that then.- he assures, leaning over and trying to walk towards the stairs.

Eloise: Where do you think you're going? - I ask amused running towards him and grabbing his arm to stop him.

Y/n: To ask if someone offers to give me a guided tour, since a certain Bridgerton doesn't want to and I don't want to get lost in the place.- he answers humorously and I look at him with narrowed eyes.

Eloise: Idiot.- I muttered hitting his arm. -Now follow me.- I order him and start walking towards the main hall.

I don't turn to see if he's following me or not, but I can hear his hurried footsteps and I smile helplessly, not knowing the reason for said smile.

POV Y/n

I don't know when I went from receiving a tour of the mansion to being in the huge back garden playing pall mall, but here I am now.

Daphne: We all know how the pall mall works.- she assures everyone present. - The first to choose the deck and strike first will be our guest Y/n.- she points to me with her hand and I look at her surprised.

Y/n: I guess thanks.- I appreciate it. -Which one does Eloise usually choose?- I asked Benedict in a whisper quickly.

Benedict: Yellow.- he whispers back to me with his hand in front of his mouth so that no one notices.

I nod surreptitiously and walk over to where all the decks are. I look at each deck and once my eyes land on the yellow one, I reach out without hesitation.

As my fingers wrap around the wood, I look up, meeting Eloise's blue gaze. I smile wickedly as I raised the mallet and I see the scowl on her face.

Y/n: Yellow is my favorite color. - I lie with a smile without taking my eyes off Eloise's.

The rest practically fight over the rest of the decks, before we start the game and the fights between the brothers are present.

Benedict: Eloise don't cheat.- he accuses his sister, who is moving her ball subtly and secretly with her foot.

Y/n: So besides being clumsy at dancing, you're a cheater at the game. - I whisper leaning towards her, so that only she can hear me.

Eloise: Shut up.- she growls at me pushing my chest with her hand.

Colin: Observe and learn people.- he says, positioning himself and hitting the ball with his mallet, but it doesn't go through the hoop.

Anthony: Sorry, what were you saying?- he asks his brother with an amused smile.

Kate: Don't you laugh so much.- she tells her husband, causing a bad face in him and laughter in the rest.

Daphne: None of you should laugh.- she assures everyone, preparing to her his ball with the mallet. -Because I plan to win as always.- she says confidently, hitting the ball and getting it through the hoop.

Benedict: Hey, I'm still in the game.- he reminds his sister with an amused smile.

Eloise: And me.- she assures them placing herself in the middle of everyone. -This year I plan to win.- she tells us all with confidence and I can't help but smile at her confidence.

We continue playing for a while longer, until the game ends and I end up winning to the surprise of everyone present. Although there is no surprise on my part, since I am a very good player and I am passionate about sports.

Y/n: And how about your victory Eloise? - I ask her amused while we all have dinner together.

Eloise: Very funny.- she says sarcastically looking at me with narrowed eyes. -But I know you cheated.- she threatens me seriously.

Y/n: And can you explain to me what cheating are you accusing me of? - I ask her amused, taking a sip of my wine.

Elosie: I don't know, yet.- she answered thoughtfully. -But I'm going to find out how you cheated to win and take away my victory.- she asures me and I just smile delighted.

Y/n: I'll be waiting then.- I assure her with a friendly smile.

The rest of dinner is spent talking to Benedict and Colin about minor trivia. We also make sure to taunt Eloise a bit, loud enough for her to hear us so we can tease her a bit.

When dinner is over, I sneak up to Lady Bridgerton and ask to speak to her in private. We entered the main library of the mansion and we both took a seat in the armchairs of the room.

Violet: And tell me my Lord, what is the reason for this conversation? - she asks me with evident interest.

Y/n: I wanted to talk about a serious and more important topic with you.- I answer trying to hide my nervousness.

Violet: Well, you will say.- she nods giving me the floor.

Y/n: As you may have noticed, I've been spending a lot of time with your daughter and it's clear that we've become somewhat close.- I start seeing how she nods with a small smile. -And I don't want to disrespect you or your family at any time.- I say trying to think of how to explain myself.

Violet: And you haven't.- she assures me with a friendly smile.

Y/n: I'm glad to hear that.- I nod with a nervous smile. -That's why I wanted to talk to you first, because you are Eloise's mother and it seemed the most appropriate thing to do in this situation.- I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. -I wanted to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage.- I ask directly.

Violet: Oh my god! - she exclaims in surprise, covering her mouth with her hand.

The room remains completely silent for a few moments, where I play with my hands as a sign of nervousness and uncertainty about the response of the woman in front of me.

Y/n: So what do you say? - I ask her a bit uncomfortable by the silence.

Violet: Of course I'll give you my daughter's hand.- she nods energetically. -As long as Eloise agrees to the proposition, I have nothing against it.- she confirms and I can't help but release the air retained inside me.

Y/n: I'm glad to know that your answer is positive. - I smile letting the retained nerves dissipate from my body.

Now I just have to propose to Eloise publicly and organize the wedding. Since thanks to our agreement, I know that Eloise will agree to marry me and there will be no problem with that part.

Violet: And you already have chosen the ring? - She asks me interested, leaning forward in a show of interest.

Y/n: Yes.- I nod, taking the black velvet box out of my pocket. -What do you think?- I ask, opening the box and showing her the object inside.

Violet: Oh my god, it's so precious.- she whispers, taking the small box in her hands and looking at the ring in greater detail.

Y/n: My aunt gave it to me to propose to your daughter.- I comment, seeing the surprise in her eyes.

Violet: Has the queen chosen the ring for my daughter?- she asks surprised.

Y/n: More than that.- I commented with a slight smile. -That ring was one of the first that my uncle, the King, gave to my aunt many years ago. The emerald is my aunt's favorite stone and she thought that the ring had a deep meaning, so it would be the perfect ring for my future wife. - I tell her and I can see a different shine in her eyes.

Violet: And she's right. Rings with meaning are more unique than any recently bought. - she nods, giving me back the box with the ring.

Y/n: So with your permission, tomorrow I'll ask Eloise for her hand. - I nod, putting the velvet box back in my jacket pocket.

Violet: I just hope my daughter says yes, because it would be a pleasure to have you as part of the family.- she tells me and we both get up, ending the conversation.

We left the library, saying goodnight and parting ways. I head towards the bedroom assigned to me and on the way I meet Eloise with her little sister.

In order not to arouse any kind of suspicion, I wish them both a good night and secretly nod to my future fiancée.

I can see her eyes widen slightly as she realizes what my nod means and she gives me a slight nod letting me know she's understood.

Now I just have to think about how to ask for her hand tomorrow and do it in a way so that her family believes that we are really in love. But with how good of an actress Eloise is, I'm sure everyone will believe us right away without any problem.

Eloise's POV

I'm nervous. Why am I nervous? This is simply a trade and there is no reason to be nervous.

I just have to say a simple yes and the rest of my life will be taken care of. I will be completely free and I will stop feeling any kind of pressure to get married or find a husband. It is a simple word that will open all doors for me.

This is a simple transaction, there are no feelings involved and that's why I don't understand the reason for my nerves.

My hands tremble as they caress the soft fabric of my white dress, feeling the softness and delicacy of silk.

Violet: You look beautiful honey.- she whispers looking at my reflection in the mirror over my shoulder.

Eloise: I'm not going out. - I deny energetically.

Violet: And why is that dear? - she asks me interested with a smile on her face.

Eloise: I don't know if I'm ready to get married.- I answer, feeling my heart beat faster.

Violet: Oh dear.- she sighs placing her hands on my arms. -It's the nerves that are speaking.- she assures me caressing my arms with affection.

Eloise: Why would I be nervous? - I ask confused, feeling a certain amount of comfort from her touch.

Violet: Because it's one of the most important days for a woman, darling.- she answers with an understanding look. -The day of my wedding with your father, I was trembling with nerves and anticipation. It is understandable to feel nervous on your wedding day and especially when you love the person you will marry.- she tries to comfort me and I avoid opening my eyes for the last part.

Eloise: How did you know you loved father? - I ask a little scared by her answer.

Violet: I wouldn't know how to explain it.- she sighs with a slight grimace. -What I do know is that every time I thought of him, a smile appeared on my face without even noticing it, my stomach turned when he was near me, my skin quivered every time he touched my hand and every time that I was doing something i liked; immediately I wanted to share it with him.- she tells me and I remain thoughtful.

I think about the times when a smile adorned my face when I thought of Y/n, about how being with him makes me enjoy someone else's company and the long talks we have.

I think about how an essential warmth invades my body when he is near me, when he smiles at me or when he brings me books thinking that I might like them.

I find that every time I read a new book, I think about whether he would like to read it so we can discuss it together.

Finally, I am aware of how in the few times he has touched my hand and kissed it, my body reacts to his touch. I can remember the pleasant tingling that runs through my body at his touch and it is now when I open my eyes in surprise.

Eloise: I love Y/n.- I murmured without really knowing what to do.

I feel my mind go around and around without really knowing how it happened. At what point have I gone from supporting Y/n, accepting his proposal and maintaining a friendly relationship, to loving him.

Violet: Why else would you have agreed to marry him?- she asks with a certain degree of amusement in her tone of voice.

Eloise: I have to talk to Y/n.- I say alarmed.

Violet: You'll see him at the altar in a few minutes and then you can talk to him all you want.- she assures me with a smile.

Eloise: No mom .- I deny turning around and looking around upset. -I need to talk to him now!- I assured him in a hurry trying to dodge her and go looking for him.

Violet: No, no, no.- she denies grabbing my arm and preventing me from leaving the room. -The groom can't see the bride before the wedding.- she immediately denies.

Eloise: You don't understand mom, I have to talk to him.- I beg desperately and a few seconds away from a desperate cry.

Violet: Honey, calm down.- she asks me, caressing my arms again. -Take a deep breath and inhale slowly.- she orders me and I nod trying to regulate my breathing.

Once I am calmer, my mother takes me to the sofa in one of the many rooms in the palace and makes me sit down.

Violet: Are you feeling better?- she asks me and I nod, taking a deep breath once more.

Eloise: Yes.- I murmur directing my gaze to my hands, which are still trembling and apparently my mother notices as she places her hands on mine.

Violet: You don't have to get upset darling, everything will be fine and you don't have to get so nervous.- she assures me. -You're just nervous, just breathe and try to relax.- she tells me and I nod trying to stop my hands from shaking.

We stay in silence for a few minutes, where I manage to calm down enough so that my hands stop shaking.

Some light knocks are heard at the door of the room and Benedict's head appears through it.

Benedict: Everything is ready.- he tells us entering the room. -They are waiting for the bride.- he says with a smile and I take a deep breath.

Violet: Are you ready? - she asks me and I am only able to nod. -Well then, let's get going.- she says getting up from the sofa and helping me to get up too.

I walk to where my brother is, who immediately smiles at me and gives me his arm to intertwine with mine.

With each step I take toward the ceremony room, my heart pounding in my ears and my breathing becoming heavy. I swallow heavily, when my brother stops in front of the closed living room doors and looks at me for approval.

I stay for a few moments watching the big white doors of the room, as soon as they open everything will be real and I'll be walking towards my future husband.

I don't know what to do.

If I go through with the plan and say yes, I'll be marrying the man I love. But he doesn't love me and it doesn't seem fair.

And on the other hand, if I decide to run away and leave the plan behind, everyone will start talking about me and my family again. My family has already suffered a lot with the rumors and above all thanks to me.

Plus it wouldn't be the first time a Bridgerton wedding has been called off and we all know how that ended.

But that is not the worst.

The worst thing is that this time the queen is not only the hostess of the wedding, but she is the aunt of the future husband and that will cause me to be banished from London.

Because what Lady Whistledown wrote about me being a political radical turned her against me and made her have a bad opinion of me. I don't want to imagine the opinion she'll have of me if I leave her heir standing at the altar.

Benedict: Are you okay? - he asks me in a whisper taking me out of my thoughts.

Eloise: I don't know.- I answer honestly.

Benedict: It's not too late, you know right? - he asks me causing me to look at him confused.

Eloise: Late for what? - I ask wanting to understand what my brother tells me.

Benedict: Too late to cancel the wedding.- he answers me with a comforting smile. -Just tell me and we'll run away like no one has ever done before.- he assures me with a small laugh.

I watch him for a few seconds, considering the offer and weighing every possible outcome of my escape. The idea sounds tempting and I'm sure Benedict will defend me and help with everything.

You're POV

I swallow heavily, running my hands through my morning coat and wiping the sweat from my hands. I watch the guests talk to each other in whispers, causing my nervousness to increase and a knot to form in my stomach.

Lady Bridgerton has entered the room almost ten minutes ago, but she has entered alone and no one has entered after her.

She's supposed to be with Eloise, to help her get ready and her presence here assures me that Eloise is ready. But it doesn't show up anywhere, because she is nowhere to be seen.

I look over to where my aunt is sitting for comfort, seeing the impatience and worried look on her face. She seems to notice my look, as she offers me a small smile and a reassuring nod.

But I can't calm down when I feel hundreds of eyes on me and I can hear the murmurs of those present.

My gaze then falls on where the Bridgertons are sitting, muttering and talking a little erratically to each other. That alarms me even more.

What if Eloise regrets the deal and backs out? What if she leaves me standing at the altar?

That would explain the lateness and the stressed look on the face of the Bridgertons family matriarch. Maybe she already knows and is telling the rest of the family.

My breath stops when the doors of the room open and one of my aunt's waiters enters the room.

XY: Miss Eloise Bridgerton by the hands of Mr. Benedict Bridgerton.- he announces and I can feel myself breathing again.

But as soon as I start to breathe, the air gets stuck in my throat and it's because of something else entirely.

My mind goes completely blank as I see Eloise in her wedding dress with her hair up in a high bun. The light that enters through the windows of the room illuminates her dress and she looks like a complete angel.

The train of the dress trails gently across the floor, as does her veil, which rests just in front of the updo on her head and at the beginning of the train of her dress.

I'm not aware of the moment when Eloise has reached my side and Benedict offers me her hand. I'm only aware when my soon-to-be wife's brother clears his throat and the noise snaps me out of my reverie.

Y/n: Sorry.- I whisper embarrassed, feeling the heat flood my cheeks and receiving my fiancée's hand.

Benedict: Take care of her.- he threatens me seriously, before walking away and sitting with the rest of the family.

Priest: We are gathered here to celebrate the union between Prince Y/n of Hannover and Miss Eloise Bridgerton.- he begins to speak, but I only observe Eloise's profile and try to be as discrete as possible. -Love is something... ... ... ....- He speaks but I ignore him, looking only at the woman to my left. -Now I want you to repeat with me, you first prince. With this ring, I take you Eloise Bridgerton as my wife, to love you and take care of you in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty until death do us part.- he says and I look at the priest paying attention to him again .

Y/n: With this ring, I take you Eloise Bridgerton as my wife, to love you and take care of you in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty until death do us part.- I recite while staring at her eyes, receiving the ring from the priest and placing it on her finger.

Priest: Now your tourn Miss Bridgerton.- he says, offering her the other ring and I can see how she takes it with a trembling hand.

Eloise: With this ring, I take you Y/n from Hannover as my husband, to love you and take care of you in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty until death do us part.- she says nervously and shakily placing the ring on my finger.

Priest: With this exchange of rings, this marriage unites and will be consolidated with a kiss.- he says and I look nervously at the woman in front of me. -You can kiss each other.- he tells us.

I take a deep breath, before taking a step forward closing my eyes and leaning down feeling the erratic beating of my heart.

For a moment, my heart stops completely when my lips make contact with hers, and I can feel her breathing stop.

As we break from the kiss, I open my eyes to look at my now wife and see that she's still keeping them closed. I smile at the image and when she opens her eyes, she immediately smiles back at me.

I extend my hand to her, which she immediately entwines with hers and I direct her towards the large backyard where the celebration will take place.

Eloise: I have to talk to you.- she whispers so that only I can hear heron our walk outside.

Y/n: Bad or good? - I ask confused, smiling at the guests.

Eloise: It depends.- she answers me, doing the same action as me.

Y/n: Okay.- I nod almost imperceptibly.

But as soon as we set foot in the garden, people come to greet us and congratulate us on the wedding. Every time we try to get away so we can talk, someone steps up and stops that from happening.

But I take advantage of a moment when everyone is watching the fireworks, to grab Eloise by the hand and pull her behind some tall hedges a bit away from the crowd.

Y/n: What did you wanted to talk about? - I ask her in a whisper, not wanting to speak too loud and be heard.

Eloise: It's about the agreement.- she whispers, looking around making sure there's no one around.

Y/n: What about the agreement? - I ask completely confused.

Eloise: What happens if there is something that alters or changes the agreement? - she answers me with another question.

Y/n: I don't know.- I answer honestly. -I couldn't know if something could alter or change our agreement, if I don't know what it is about.- I clarify and see how she bites her lower lip nervously.

Eloise: Hypothetically speaking.- she clarifies nervously and I nod. -What would happen if one of the two parties ends up falling in love with the other party?- she asks, looking anywhere but at me and my heart races.

Y/n: Hypothetically speaking? - I ask and she nods. -That maybe the other party has also fallen in love.- I admit feeling the heat on my cheeks from shame.

She opens her eyes wide, directing her gaze to me and staring at me. I try to calm my heart; not wanting to have a heart attack.

Eloise: You...? - she asks me uncertainly, pointing to herself and I nod nervously.

Y/n: And you..? - I ask in the same way, pointing to me and she nods, joining her lips in a straight line.

Eloise: And now what? - she asks, avoiding my gaze and I decide to be brave.

I take two steps towards her, moving closer to her body and gently placing my hand on her chin. I force her head up and look at me, before I say what I've wanted to say for a month.

Y/n: Do you want to see the world with me? - I ask with a small nervous smile.

Eloise: Yes.- she nods with a slight redness on her cheeks after a couple of seconds.

I can't stand her closeness anymore, so I finish bringing my face closer to hers and I put our lips together again.

This time, the kiss is longer and lets us release all the feelings we had stored. My hands are placed on her waist, to be able to bring her closer to me and to be able to hug her by the hip against my body.

While her hands go up my arms and intertwine with each other at the nape of my neck.

We kiss until the air becomes necessary and we put our foreheads together to maintain the closeness between our faces.

Y/n: I love you.- I admit for the first time out loud without taking my eyes off hers.

Eloise: I love you.- she whispers and this time she is the one who brings our lips together in a hungry kiss.

If someone had told me that an agreed marriage proposal would have led me to meet the love of my life, I would never have believed it.

But fate is capricious and you never know where it will turn out.

But looking back from the backyard of my mansion with my wife, where I am playing with our four children and my beautiful wife is reading a book in a chair in the sun, that proposition was the wisest choice of my life.

THE END

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Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 3)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

Words: 4.181

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POV You

Just as I had discussed with Eloise that night in the maze. I have been showing my interest towards her in a more noticeable way and she towards me too.

Four days have passed since that night and on each of the days I have gone to the Bridgerton house, had tea and thus could spend more time with Eloise in front of her mother. Of course, I have never appeared empty-handed, because if anything it is etiquette and manners regarding situations like these.

The first day I showed up with a lemon cake, along with a bouquet of Eloise's favorite flowers which were daisies, blue roses and blue dahlias. Also along with a bouquet of violets for her mother. It goes without saying that the matriarch was impressed and Eloise gave me a subtle wink as a sign of success.

The second day I turned up with some cakes and Lady Bridgerton 's favorite sweets. Since having a detail with the mother is always well seen and adds points at all times.

On the third day I was a little more daring, bringing a carrot cake made by myself; with the help of the cook and Eloise 's favorite chocolates.

And today I had decided on a book on the natural sciences and their use in medicine, since my studies had come to light in one of my conversations with Eloise and she had shown an interest. So I thought it was a good idea to give her a basic book on the subject, because she likes to read and I'm sure she'll appreciate it more than the desserts.

While for her mother, I brought her favorite sandwiches so that she can accompany the tea with them.

I knock on the door of the Bridgerton house , making sure my black tailcoat is tied securely, my khaki slacks are wrinkle-free and my tie is tied just right.

I put my hat back on and take a deep breath. The door opens, letting me see the housekeeper of the place and she, recognizing me, allows me to pass.

Before entering the house, I receive the gifts from my coachman and I thank him by entering the site. I follow the woman into the living room, where I immediately see Lady Bridgerton sewing something, Eloise reading a book sitting on the sofa in a tomboyish manner, and the younger members of the family playing chess.

XX: My lady, Prince Y/n of Hanover is here. - she informs her of my arrival and I see how the matriarch gets up from the couch immediately.

Violet: What a pleasure to have you back here.- she walks towards me excitedly, passing by her daughter and giving her a light blow to make her sit good; causing a small amused smile from me.

Y/n: The pleasure is all mine Lady Bridgerton .- I assure her, greeting her with a kiss on her hand. -I hope I was right when i choose them.- I commented, extending the box with the sandwiches .

Violet: It wasn't necessary my lord.- she denies with a small smile receiving the box.

Y/n: Don't tell me my lord Lady Bridgerton, we are not in public and honestly I feel a bit old when it comes to it.- I say with a certain humor. -As long as you calls me by my name, we will be more than fine.- I assure her with a smile.

Violet: Okey Y/n, are you coming to have tea with us? - she asks with some emotion and illusion.

Y/n: If you are so kind as to accept me, then I would like to have tea with you. - I respond politely and without imposing myself.

Violet: I'm going to tell them to prepare it outside, since it's a wonderful day and the garden is beautiful. - she warns and leaves the room with a huge smile.

Gregory: When my sister marries you, will I be a prince too? - he asks running towards me, as soon as his mother disappears and with his sister by his side.

Hyacinth: And can I be a princess? - questions excited. - Because if Gregory can be a prince, I want to be a princess too.- she says confidently, receiving a push from her brother and she returns it.

Gregory: You're a copycat.- he reproaches her and I can't help but think about my absurd and childish fights with my brother when we were just kids.

I watch as they playfully push each other, poking each other and can only look longingly at them. I long for when life was as simple as copying your brother or playing a prank on him to annoy him.

Eloise: Stop fighting and making a fool of yourselfs.- she tells them, separating them by the heads. -Second, like "when my sister marries you"? - she asks his little brother.

Gregory: Mom says you're getting married, because Y/n comes every day for you and because he likes you.- he answers as if it were obvious and that causes me to laugh without being able to avoid it.

Eloise: Mom said that? - asks with a surprised expression.

Hyacinth: She and Lady Danbury have commented on it, they compare you with the work they did with Daphne and the Duke.- the youngest of all responds this time and I can't help but look at the oldest with a raised eyebrow.

Eloise: And what makes you think that I will marry him? - she points at me and I pretend to be offended; causing the children to laugh.

Hyacinth: Because you talk to him for more than a minute and you don't complain about him like you do with the rest of the suitors.- she answers as if it were the most obvious.

Y/n: So you don't complain about me? - I ask with amusement . -It's interesting to know.- I assure her, seeing how she kills me with her eyes.

Violet: We can go outside, they are already organizing the tea.- she warns us happily, entering the room and seeing the four of us standing together. -What are you talking about? - interested question.

Gregory: About how Y/n and Eloise are going to get married and I 'll be a prince.- he answers with total sincerity, causing the matriarch to open her eyes surprised and somewhat curious.

Eloise: Don't pay any attention to them, mother, the dwarves are just saying nonsense and commenting on some unimportant things they've heard.- She brushes the matter off with her hand.

Violet: Okay.- she nods not very convinced. -Let's go out.- she points out and placing her hands on her children's shoulders pushes them out.

I laugh at the attitude of the youngest and the conspiracies of Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton about my possible relationship with Eloise .

Eloise: Are you okay? - she asks me after a few seconds.

Y/n: Yes of course, why wouldn't I be? - I ask somewhat confused, starting to walk out with her.

Eloise: When my brothers have started to fight, you made a sad and somewhat thoughtful face.- she answers me with a small grimace. -And I wanted to know if you were alright.- she comments and I nod with a slight smile.

Y/n: I just remembered what it was like to be his age and fight with my older brother for any trifle.- I answer with a slightly sad face. -But I'm fine.- I assure her with a small smile.

Violet: Y/n and Eloise sit together on that side.- she points to the two free seats at the round table outside.

I take Eloise 's chair out for her to sit in, tucking her in nicely, then I sit to her right and across from the Bridgerton matriarch .

As soon as we sit down, tea and sandwiches along with other sweets are served on the table. And it is at that moment that I remember the book in my hand.

Y/n: Before I forget.- I speak turning to Eloise and stretching her the book. - The other day we talked about my studies and since you showed some interest regarding natural science and its uses in medicine, I have brought you this book for you to read.- I informed her seeing the smile appear on her face.

Eloise: Thank you.- she thanks me by receiving the book and opening it immediately. -There are things written.- she comments confused.

Y/n: It's my book; well it was, now it's yours. - I pointed out a bit nervous. -I asked my father to send it to me, since it is quite interesting and something basic so that you can understand it better.- I comment with a small smile. -What is written are my notes, which I wrote at the time to better understand the concepts and I have believed that this way it would be easier for you to understand everything too. It took me a while to understand everything, but to be honest; You're smarter than me and I'm sure you won't need the notes. But I wanted to make sure and that's why I'm giving you my old book and not a new one. - I explain to her, pointing to the small paragraphs written by hand on some pages.

Eloise: Thank you very much Y/n, it means a lot that you give me this book.- she assures me with a smile, looking into my eyes and I can see how her beautiful blue eyes water slightly.

Y/n: It's nothing, I know how much you appreciate books; I thought you would like and appreciate a book more than another dessert. - I explain somewhat embarrassed, scratching the back of my neck and feeling observed.

I couldn't tear my gaze from Eloise 's, feeling that if I look away from her I'll miss the happiness and excitement that sparkles in her eyes at the gift. And that's something I don't want to miss for the world.

POV Narrator

What he wasn't aware of, and neither was Eloise , was the look that Violet Bridgerton was giving into the interaction between his daughter and the prince. As she watched with a smile full of happiness, her daughter's face lit up at the detail and the prince's own detail towards her daughter.

Her daughter could deny it all she wanted, but she was falling in love with the Prince of Hannover and her eyes or the way she looked at him couldn't hide it. And for the first time, the former viscountess felt calm about the future of her rebellious daughter. Because she had someone who cared and would take proper care of her.

And Violet Bridgerton didn't just see that look on his daughter, She could also look at the look the prince was giving her daughter and the slightly reddish color of his cheeks. She just hopes that she and Lady Danbury are right and that the proposal is close.

Because her daughter had never looked at anyone like she was doing at that moment with Prince Y/n and she didn't want anything or anyone to get in the way of her happiness.

Eloise's POV

I was determined, I was going to accept the proposal and marry Prince Y/n. Sure, if the offer still stood.

After weighing it carefully for almost four days, I have realized that I win much more than I can lose. And not only will I end up winning, but my family and Y/n will also win; so it's the best I can do.

Also, that Y/n is not so bad and every day I am enjoying his presence and company more. The truth is that I never imagined that I would get married, but it was because it went against my ideals and my growth as a human being.

But I know that with Y/n my growth as a human being and as a woman will not be crushed or reduced in any way. The freedom that I would have is also something that has pushed me to accept, since that is something that has made it clear to me and I can do what I want as long as it is not something that puts my "marriage" at risk.

And lastly, Y/n was a nice company and I can have an intellectual discussion with him . Without feeling insulted by my sex and my "few" studies or level of knowledge.

He had been really great to me. My mother, like every day, has not stopped asking the prince questions and talking to him in an animated way. Like my little brothers, who have not stopped asking questions about the crown and royalty like every day.

Leaving little time for me to talk to him and tell him in a hidden way that I accept the proposal.

Just before he leaves, I stop him and look around making sure no one sees us. Once I make sure that my mother is busy with my brothers and they with my mother; I have the green light.

Eloise: I accept.- I tell him directly.

Y/n: Accept what?- he asks a bit confused.

Eloise: You are supposed to have studied and gone to the university.- I reproached him amused, giving him a light blow to the back of the head.

Y/n: That's not a reason to hit me.- he claims, rubbing the affected area.

Eloise: Exaggerated.- I say because of her reaction to the light blow. -But I accept your proposal.- I clarify and after a few seconds he opens his eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Are you serious? - he asks excited and with a certain illusion shining in his precious emerald eyes.

Eloise: I'm not kidding, you don't see how I laugh.- I say sarcastically causing him to laugh.

Y/n: I don't care about your horrible humor.- he downplays it with a smile. -I have to think about how to ask your mother for your hand, in the ring and in the house.- he enumerates and opens his eyes. -Where do you want the house? - he asks me with interest.

Eloise: Near Aubrey Hall, it's my family's country house and I don't want to be far from them, but I don't want to be in the center.- I answer. -In addition to the fact that my family is only here during the social season, then they live at Aubrey Hall for the rest of the year.- I explain and he nods in agreement.

Y/n: Perfect, well I guess I'll be back tomorrow for the I 'll ask your mother for your hand.- He nods according to his own plan.

Eloise: I'm afraid we won't be here tomorrow.- I comment with a grimace and I see how the smile disappears from his face.

Y/n: And why is that? - he asks confused.

Eloise: We're going to Aubrey Hall for the weekend, to bond with the family and spend time together; and blah blah blah.- I downplay any kind of importance.

Violet: What are you two talking about? - she asks appearing out of nowhere and scaring us completely.

Eloise: For God's sake mother, don't appear like that.- I ask with a hand on my chest and feeling the accelerated beating of my heart.

Violet: Sorry dear, I didn't know you were so engrossed in your conversation and that you hadn't seen me.- she apologized with an amused smile for my reaction.

Y/n: It's okay, the scares help keep the heart beating.- he says with an amused smile.

Violet: So? What were you talking about? - she returns to question too interested from my point of view.

Eloise: About the fact that tomorrow we're going to Aubrey Hall and that we'll spend the weekend there, so we won't be here for the prince Y/n to come for tea.- I answer my mother and see how the gears of her head begin to move.

Violet: Maybe Y/n can join us and be our guest this weekend.- she offers and it doesn't seem like a bad idea to me.

Y/n: I don't want to impose myself on your family weekend.- he denies with a small smile.

Violet: Don't say nonsense, you don't impose yourself and I'm also inviting you.- she assures him happily. -In addition, the Sharmas and Lady Danbury will also accompany us for another year. In fact, I'm surprised that Lady Danbury hasn't told you anything.- she says a little confused and thoughtful.

Y/n: It will be because of Edwina and her possible relationship with my cousin Friederich .- he comments a bit insecure. -From what I know, they spend a lot of time together and since my aunt can't be supervising all the time, it's Lady Danbury's turn to be watching.- he shrugged at the information.

Violet: Then we'll see each other tomorrow at Aubrey Hall.- she assures Y/n. -Let's go out, so I tell one of my drivers to give directions on how to get to your coachman.- she says threading her arm through the prince's and pulling him towards the entrance of the house.

I just laugh, when he looks at me over his shoulder with a face between surprise and amusement at my mother's attitude.

I shake my head and sigh calmly, knowing that many of my problems will be solved as soon as Y/n asks my mother for my hand. And the rest of my problems will be solved when the prince and I give each other the "yes, I want".

Because something is clear to me, if my mother believes that Y/n is going to ask me to marry him and that we are in love; the rest of the world will believe it too. Because if there is something that my mother is in this life: she is insightful.

None of my brothers have been able to deceive our mother, since she always knew when something did not quite fit and we hid something. So if Lady Danbury is being talked to about my possible marriage to the prince; it means that she believed it.

POV You

As soon as I get to the palace after being at the Bridgerton house , I head towards the tea room and where I'm sure my aunt is.

Now that Eloise has accepted the proposal to marry me, I have to start organizing the proposal and I need my aunt for it. I know that Eloise is not her favorite person after the last season, since at first she was sure it was Lady Whistledown and then she dismissed it; when her political position came to light.

Y/n: Aunt.- I greeted entering the room and making a reference. -I have to talk to you in private.- I ask and I see how she nods giving her servants a look.

Charlotte: Sit down dear.- she asks me pointing to the hole next to her on the sofa . -Tell me what do you want to talk about ? - she asks me interested when I sit next to her.

Y/n: You know that I have come to London with one intention, which is to fall in love and marry a woman from high society, right? - I ask a little nervous, because my aunt is the key to making everything believable and if she doesn't accept my engagement; neither will my father.

Charlotte: I am aware of this and that is why I put Lady Danbury as your supervisor, so that you could be successful in this first season. - she nods with a serious face.

Y/n: Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, aunt.- I point out the interest in her eyes. -I have found the person I want to marry and I want to have your blessing to ask for her mother's hand.- I comment with all the confidence in the world.

Charlotte: So soon? - clearly surprised question. -We've barely been in the season for three weeks.- she says, somewhat impressed.

Y/n: I know, but I can't explain what I feel when I see her or when I'm with her aunt.- I start to say to make it sound credible. -Besides that you have always told me that love does not have a predestined time.- I remind her with a small smile.

Charlotte: Are you sure dear? - she asks me and I just nod. -Do you love her? - she asks staring into my eyes and I stay for a few seconds thinking.

Y/n: Yes.- I answer without taking my eyes off his, trying to look sincere and credible.

Charlotte: Then I give you my permission.- she nods with a huge smile. -And can you tell who is the lucky one? - she questions interested.

Y/n: Eloise Bridgerton, aunt.- I answer confidently and I see the surprise and a hint of annoyance appear on her face.

Charlotte: No.- she denies immediately.

Y/n: Aunt please, I love her and I want to marry her.- I ask, grabbing one of her hands and looking at her with pity.

Charlotte: Can't you choose someone else? Someone who doesn't hang out with political radicals? - she asks in the form of a complaint.

Y/n: She's not a radical girl, she's intelligent and has something on her mind besides the pianoforte.- I defend her without thinking. -The hours fly by when I talk to her, I feel comfortable and I feel that she really wants to be with me because of who I am; and not for being the prince aunt.- I say honestly.

Charlotte: And I'm glad you feel that way about someone dear nephew. But couldn't it be anyone else? - she asks in surrender and I smiled knowing what it means.

Y/n: I'm sorry aunt, but she's the right one for me and I'm sure that if you meet her you'll like her too.- I assure her smiling and seeing how a slight smile appears on her face.

Charlotte: I'll accept her because for me you're like a son and if she makes you happy I can't oppose it.- she finally accepts and I jump on her to hug her.

Y/n: Thanks aunt, you don't know how much this means to me.- I tell her when we parted from the hug.

Charlotte: And how do you plan to ask for her hand? - question interested and excited by the event.

Y/n: Lady Bridgerton has invited me to spend the weekend with them and Lady Danbury at Aubrey Hall; and tomorrow when I arrives I'll ask for her daughter's hand and if she accepts I'll ask her after dinner. - I reply a bit nervous, due to the possibility that she refuses and the plan is spoiled.

Charlotte: And you already have the ring? - she ask and I deny. -Well, come with me dear.- she asks me getting up and I walk next to her.

We walk towards her dressing room, where there is a table full of precious stones on a table in the center and as soon as we stop in front of her she opens a box in the center.

When she opens the box, I widen my eyes to see what's inside and look at her in astonishment.

Charlotte: This was one of the first rings that King George gave me as a gift.- she comments showing me the ring. -The king discovered that emeralds were my favorite stone and he thought it would be a good gift for me; and he was right.- she tells me looking at the ring with a certain sadness and affection.

Y/n: It's beautiful aunt.- I compliment seeing the brilliant stones of the ring.

Charlotte: It has a lot of meaning to me and that's why I want you to have it.- she tells me, offering me the box.

Y/n: No, aunt, as you think, I can't accept something so important and with so much emotional value.- I deny immediately.

Charlotte: I insist.- she says pushing the box in my hands. -I want you to ask that girl to marry me with my ring, for me you are my son and I want this ring to pass into your hands.- she explains and I nod, looking at the ring more carefully .

Y/n: It really is precious. - I whisper, looking hypnotized at the great emerald in the ring.

Charlotte: And valuable, that's why I want you to ask her to marry you with that ring and pass it on from generation to generation.- she assures me and I nod safely.

Y/n: Thank you very much aunt.- I thank her again and hug her again; immediately being wrapped in her arms in an almost maternal way.

Charlotte: I am very proud of you my little one and of how much you have matured; your mother would be proud too. - she whispered safely against my ear and I can't help but tighten the hug feeling the itch in my eyes.

I'm sure you wouldn't be so proud if you knew the truth and the reason for my marriage. She always defended love and from the first day she told me to marry for love. That I would never marry for any other reason than love and here I am, marrying by agreement with my father.

Y/n: Thank you.- I whisper feeling the guilt invade me.

Charlotte: Also, I understand that that girl also likes emeralds.- she assures me amused when we part from the embrace.

Y/n: Let's hope for the best.- I comment amused and looking again at the ring in my hands.

Now all I have to do is pack for this weekend and have Lady Bridgerton accept my marriage proposal to Eloise. I just hope everything goes well.

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Rhaenyra Targaryen -"The Personal Guard." (Part 6)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: The barely known third son of Lord Lyonel Strong, surprisingly ends up becoming the personal guard of none other than the Targaryen princess, after an incident in the forest.

Words: 3.690

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Rhaenyra POV

I was more than nervous. I never thought I would feel nervous on my wedding day, I always imagined this day as a dark day full of misfortune. But it was the opposite of what I imagined.

I had barely been able to close my eyes for more than half an hour, being awakened by the excitement and nerves of the day.

Today would be the day I would officially and publicly join Y/n Strong. Today I would become his betrothed officially and he would be mine, today we would unite as one in front of the gods and I couldn't be more excited.

The preparations for the wedding had been quick. Just two weeks ago I was arguing with my father about the unfounded rumors of his former hand and fighting not to be forced to marry Ser Leanor Velaryon.

And after two hectic weeks, due to the organization of the wedding, the banquet, the dress and everything that goes into the preparations for the big day. The big day had arrived.

In these two weeks my father put another personal guard on me and I hadn't been able to see Y/n more than passingly during this time. But today I would finally see him, I would see him walking towards me and at the end of the day I will be in his arms again.

Although I can't help a bitter feeling, when I am aware that I will experience one of the happiest days of my life and that my mother will not be with me on such an important day.

I would like to be able to live this with her, listen to her talk about how happy she is for me and telling me that she was right; like I did when I was a girl.

I would like to know that you are proud of me, for having left behind the negative idea of getting married and having chosen the best man in all the kingdoms. I would like to have her by my side to calm my nerves, hug me and whisper to me that everything will be fine.

But even though she is not by my side, I know that she watches me from the heavens and that she is happy for me.

Nora: Are you nervous, princess? - my trusted servant asks me, getting me out of my head.

Rhaenyra: Terrified.- I admit with a nervous laugh.

Nora: Don't worry, everything will be fine.- she assures me, placing her hands on my shoulders and leaving a reassuring squeeze.

Nora has been my personal servant since I can remember, always by my side and taking care of me. She was something of a mother figure, especially after my mother's death and Alicent's betrayal.

Rhaenyra: I know.- I nod, taking a deep breath. -But I can't help but feel nervous.- I admit, biting my lip, seeing my reflection in the mirror and realizing that I'm completely ready.

Nora: Nerves are good.- she assures me with a smile. -That means you care.- she explains to me without removing the smile from her face and I return the gesture.

We both remain silent, while Nora helps me with the last details of my hair and a doubt invades my head.

Rhaenyra: Am I doing the right thing? - I let the question hang in the air without stopping to look at my reflection in the mirror.

Nora: Do you want to marry Lord Strong? - she asks me back after a few seconds of silence.

I remain silent at her question. My mind immediately searches for every existing memory of every conversation, every touch, every word, every gesture, every interaction, every sensation and every detail of Y/n Strong towards me.

The fact that with a mere smile from him my day becomes happier, how with each of his gestures towards me they make me feel protected and loved, just like the feeling of his worked hands leave a path of softness. and delicate all over my body. About how every tiny thing he does for and for me makes my heart race in an exorbitant way.

Rhaenyra: With all my soul.- I respond bluntly with total sincerity and with a smile completely flooding my face.

Nora: Then you're doing the right thing.- she assures me, placing the last ruby in my hair and taking a step back. -You're ready, princess.- she informs me with a slight smile.

Rhaenyra: How do I look? - I ask her, turning towards her and biting my lip with some insecurity.

Nora: Perfect.- she answers me with a smile full of sincerity.

Rhaenyra: Do you think Y/n is going to think the same? - I ask, feeling my body vibrate in anticipation of her response.

Nora: No.- she answers and my shoulders fall at it. -He won't be able to think of what to say to you with how dazzled you are going to leave him.- she finishes answering me, making my spirits rise and a warm sensation settle in my chest.

Rhaenyra: Okay.- I whisper, trying to calm myself down.

Nora: Ready for the first day of seven? - she asks me calmly.

Rhaenyra: I'm ready.- I assure with a sincere smile.

My feet walk calmly but with a certain nervousness through the castle, feeling the bustle of the people closer with every step I take and the moment of seeing my betrothed becomes more and more imminent.

My steps resonate in my ears and add to a symphony with my heart. Each heartbeat is accompanied by a step and an echoing sound every time my foot hits the ground.

The symphony of my steps along with the beating of my heart stop when I land in front of the entrance to the dining room and the place is full of people for the celebration.

This time it is my breathing, along with the racing heartbeat and bustle of the people that create a symphony of different sounds. But the symphony ends when I hear my name announced to the room.

With a nervous smile, I begin to descend the stairs at the entrance and watch as everyone gets up from their seats to greet me and congratulate me on the imminent event.

I just smiled at them in response and walked as quickly as possible towards the table at the end of the room, where I can see my father standing and giving me a big smile.

Viserys: You look beautiful, daughter.- he says, grabbing my hands when I reach his side.

Rhaenyra: Thank you, father.- I thank him with a shy smile.

Viserys: I'm sure Lord Y/n Strong will be enthralled as soon as he sees you. - He assures me, leaving a loving squeeze on my hands and helping me to what will be my chair during the celebration.

I sit on my father's left side, watching the big houses being announced as they enter the dining room and how the heads of said houses congratulate me on the nuptials as well as my father.

But holding back my smile and holding my tongue against any cruel comment becomes very difficult when Lord Jason Lannister makes an appearance.

But thank the gods, I don't have to endure it for long and it's thanks to the announcement I was most looking forward to.

Ser Harrold: Lord Lyonel Strong, lord of Harrenhal, former councilor of buildings and current hand of the king. - begins to announce. -His first son Ser Harwin Strong, city guard and future lord of Harrenhal. And his youngest son, Ser Y/n Strong, the future king consort.- finishes announcing, causing a wave of applause in their presence and I get up from my chair quickly.

I smile as i see my future husband walk towards me, appreciating every detail of his clothes and face as best as I can given our distance.

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I swallow heavily, trying to calm my nerves and appear as composed as possible. But it is very difficult for me to see the princess looking at me and the sincere smile she gives me.

Everything falls silent, as my father and brother bow before the king and I do the same when it is my turn.

When I stand up, the princess turns and begins to circle the table. I look at my father and he gives me a sign that I can move towards her. Which I do immediately, walking towards where the princess is and holding one of her hands delicately when we are facing each other.

Rhaenyra: Betrothed .- she greets me with a smile full of life and a certain point of fun.

Y/n: Betrothed .- I greeted, without taking my eyes off of hers and leaving a kiss on her soft hand.

The entire room erupts in applause again, but my attention is only on the woman in front of me and her incredible beauty.

Rhaenyra gently pulls at our hands to follow her and places us in front of the chairs we will occupy at the banquet. My father greets the king and takes his place on the right side of the table, occupying his seat as a hand. While my brother Harwin stands next to me and Larys in the corner.

Once the family is in front of their seats, we all begin to sit down and I lean slightly towards my betrothed's ear.

Y/n: You look like a goddess.- I whisper affectionately, noticing how her smile widened and how her cheeks took on a more pinkish color.

She turns her face to answer me, but her words remain in her mouth as everything falls silent at the sudden presence of her uncle, Prince Daemon.

But as soon as he sits down at the table, the place fills again with conversations and the clatter of dishes.

The king rises to give a speech about the union of our houses, but the room falls silent again due to a new presence in the room. But this time it is none other than the queen who enters and dressed in green.

I look at my brother, remembering something he once told me about the Hightowers and that is that when they rise to war the color green is the color they use to summon their bannermen.

But no one but the Hightowers themselves stand up to applaud their presence and color of clothing. The rest remain silent as they walk and approach the royal table. She congratulates us with an evidently forced smile and sits down in the seat to the king's right.

Once seated, the king begins his speech again and congratulates us on the union of our houses, as well as my union with his daughter as king consort. With the speech finished, the music begins to play and the laughter of the people fills the room.

Rhaenyra: Do you want to dance? - she asks me excitedly.

Y/n: Umm I don't know, will you step on me during the dance? - I ask her amused.

Rhaenyra: Maybe.- she answers me with some malice.

Y/n: Then I'll have to take that risk.- i smile, lifting me up and stretching my hand towards her.

She accepts my gesture and with my help gets up from her seat. We walk hand in hand to the center of the room, where there is a space for dancing, and we start dancing.

As soon as we finish the first dance, more people join the floor and start us dancing a new one.

Y/n: Are you happy? - I ask her when we are close enough.

Rhaenyra: With you? Or with the wedding? - she asks me back with a smile.

Y/n: With the wedding.- I respond amused. -I hope she's happy with me, because otherwise I don't know what we're doing here.- I say and she laughs at my comment.

Rhaenyra: You're right, with you you don't need to ask me.- she assures me. -But I would be happier if the wedding was more intimate and quick.- she answers with a grimace.

Y/n: Does seven days seem like a lot to you? - I ask, feigning surprise. -And here I was thinking it was a short wait.- I joke earning a laugh from her.

Rhaenyra: Seven days are too many to be able to call me your wife.- she admits with a smile and I return it.

Y/n: What's seven days with the rest of our lives.- I whisper with a smile before moving on to a new partner.

I continue with the dance, but some screams and a brawl at the end of the room cause everything to stop. I look everywhere, trying to find my betrothed and get her away from any possible danger.

Y/n: Harwin!- I call my brother when I see him among the people. -I can't find Rhaenyra!- I shout nervously, pushing people and trying to find a silver hair.

Harwin: Look to the left and I'll look to the right! - he shouts in response, pushing each person in his path and looking for my betrothed.

Rhaenyra: Y/n! Y/n!- I hear her calling me and look to my left. -Y/n!- I listen again and see her on the floor against one of the chairs.

Y/n: Rhaenyra! - I shout, pushing anyone who gets in front of me. -Are you okay?- I ask, bending down and holding her face in my hands.

Rhaenyra: Get me out of here, please.- she begs me with fear in her eyes.

I place a delicate kiss on her forehead, before helping her up and hugging her against my body.

Y/n: Harwin! Harwin, help! - I shout and it doesn't take more than a few seconds before my older brother is in front of us. -Help me take her to the king.- I ask and he nods.

Harwin: Stick to my back.- he orders me, turning around and I do what he tells me.

I place Rhaenyra between them for her safety. My brother leads the way and I make sure no one touches her in any way.

The king quickly hugs her when we get to the table and she is safe from whatever is happening.

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I walk at a fast pace through the corridors of the castle, greeting all the nobles I meet along the way and trying to get to our room as soon as possible.

I was training with my brother, when one of the servants told me that Rhaenyra needed me right now and that it was urgent.

So I had started to run through the castle and try to get to my wife as soon as possible.

Y/n: Rhaenyra!- I exclaimed when I entered our chambers. -What happened? Are you okey? Is the baby okay? - I ask quickly, kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa where she is and I look at her worried.

Rhaenyra: No, calm down.- she tells me with a smile, placing her hand on my head and moving a strand of my hair behind my ear. -You have to cut your hair.- she comments calmly and I look at her confused.

Y/n: I don't understand anything.- I confusedly whisper. -The servant told me that you needed me urgently, I had thought that something had happened to you or the baby.- I commented trying to catch my breath.

Rhaenyra: The baby is fine and so am I.- she assures me, grabbing my hand and placing it on her swollen belly.

Y/n: So, why the urgency? - I ask, relaxing my body.

Rhaenyra: This is why.- she whispers and moves my hand from the center of her belly to one of her sides.

I look at her confused, but when she puts light pressure on her belly with our joined hands, something moves and I open my eyes in surprise. I stare at my wife's belly, completely surprised and excited.

I bring my face closer to the belly, placing one cheek on the fabric of the dress and gently pressing the belly again.

I can feel the movement of our baby again and I can't stop a tear from falling from my eyes.

Rhaenyra: Was it urgent? - she asks with some amusement in her voice.

Y/n: Very urgent.- I whisper still, without separating myself from her belly and feeling how her hands go into my hair.

Rhaenyra: As soon as I noticed it, I asked them to call you.- she whispers, stroking my hair.

Y/n: Thank you.- I whisper gratefully, separating myself from her belly and staring into her eyes.

Rhaenyra: For what? - she asks me confused, taking her hands out of my hair and caressing my cheeks gently.

Y/n: For everything.- I respond with a sigh. -For loving me, for being braver than me to the point of almost forcing me to marry you and for giving me an heir even with your reasonable fear of giving birth.- I list, making her laugh at the comment about the wedding and causing her to grimace at the end.

Rhaenyra: With you I'm not afraid of giving birth.- she assures me with a slight smile.

Y/n: Why? - I asked curiously, raising my other hand to her belly and leaving soft caresses on the spot over her dress.

Rhaenyra: Because I trusted you and I know that you will never do to me what my father did to my mother. - She answers me with a certain pain shining in her beautiful lilac eyes. -Because I know that you love me like I do and that you would put my life before even your own.- she assures me and a tear falls from her beautiful eyes.

Y/n: Rhae.- I murmur, touched by her response getting up from the ground and sitting on the couch next to her.

Rhaenyra: Stupid hormones.- she growls when followed by the first tear, the others come out after her and she begins to cry.

Y/n: Hey no.- I deny when she abruptly wipes away her tears. -You're going to hurt yourself, Ñuho glaeso hūrus (Moon of my life).- I tell her, putting her hands aside and gently removing the tears from her face.

Rhaenyra: I hate these mood swings.- she growls, crossing her arms and looking completely cute.

Y/n: I love them.- I whisper against her forehead, leaving a kiss on the spot and then descending my kisses all over her face.

Rhaenyra: You love them because you can laugh at my expense. - she hits my side and I can't help but grunt from the pain. -What's the matter? I haven't hit you that hard.- she asks me, frowning and with some concern.

Y/n: Nothing's wrong with me, it's just that Harwin has been faster than me in training and has had his fun with me. - I explain with a slight amused grimace.

She looks at me seriously, before reaching her hands towards my black training shirt and starting to take it off. Once the fabric is off my body, she looks at my ribs where a reddish area with small purple parts is located.

Rhaenyra: I'm going to have to talk seriously to your brother.- she comments, caressing the area delicately.

Y/n: Leave it, I hit his butt quite hard. - I comment with amusement, removing all traces of tears from her face and looking at the movement of her eyes.

Rhaenyra: Of course. - She rolls her eyes, letting out a small laugh, before returning her attention to my body.

Y/n: Better? - I asked quietly with a hoarse tone, noticing how my wife's eyes and hand ran over my entire torso.

Rhaenyra: Much better.- she assures me, biting her lip and unconsciously leaning towards my body.

I place my hand on the back of her neck, leaving a caress in the area before pulling her towards me and joining our lips. It doesn't take Nyra more than three seconds to deepen the kiss and moan against my mouth.

Y/n: This is why I love your mood swings. - I comment with amusement, separating myself from the kiss, feeling her hands run over my body and my hands over her.

Rhaenyra: Pervert.- she murmurs against my lips, putting her hands inside my pants and trying to take them off.

Y/n: That's what the person who tries to undress me says.- I laugh, standing up a little to help her undress me.

Rhaenyra: Shut up and take off my clothes.- she growls at me before kissing me hungrily.

I undress her as best I can, trying to do it in a way where our lips don't have to separate and where it is comfortable. But in the end the kiss is interrupted when I manage to release the dress and take it off over her head.

She gets up from the couch, taking off her underwear as best she can and walking naked towards our bed.

Rhaenyra: Are you coming or not? - she asks me maliciously, biting her index finger and looking at me innocently.

I don't respond verbally, but I jump off the couch as best I can and pick her up in my arms quickly, making her laugh. I lay her on the bed, placing myself on top of her and starting to kiss her entire body.

Y/n: I hope little Jacaerys or little Aemma prepare for what's coming. - I comment amused, leaving a kiss on my wife's belly and earning me a slap on the head from her.

Rhaenyra: Don't say that! - She exclaims with amusement and horror at the reference to our future baby.

I just laugh, leaning towards her face and staying a few centimeters away from her.

Y/n: Avy jorrāelan (I love you)- I whisper against her lips, knowing how much she likes me speaking to her in Valyrian.

Rhaenyra: Avy jorrāelan (I love you).- she whispers before hugging me by the shoulders and joining our lips for the third time in a very, very long afternoon full of something more than kisses.

Because maybe the beginning of our relationship was not the most orthodox or the most common. And our wedding may not have been the most pleasant for many, thanks to the death of a close friend of the Velaryon family at the hands of Ser Criston.

But to me, everything about Rhaenyra is perfect and natural. Our relationship arose from sincere feelings and although the wedding was brought forward 7 days due to a misfortune, I only look at the positive side of that day; marrying the love of my life.

Because from that day forward, my entire life is dedicated to my wife Rhaenyra Targaryen and the family we are creating.

Because even now after all the time that has passed since the day we met, just looking at her or feeling her hand touch mine makes my heart beat wildly just like the first day.

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When will chapter 6 of rhaenyra targaryen x male oc come out?

Its done, but still need a couple of little changes. But i hope to update it sometime this week.

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Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 2)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

Words: 3.275

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Dear readers,

The same two words always come to mind for this author the morning after a big party: surprise and delight. And dear reader, the scandalous accounts of last night's evening at Ranger House ( Bridgerton house ) are quite surprising and a real delight.

Emerging from her previous failure with Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, Miss Edwina Sharma seems to have charmed Prince Friedrich of Prussia with her charms.

They have been seen very together at every social event and close sources comment on the success of the diamond of the season with the prince. Perhaps it turns out that the Queen Regent is a very good supervisor and has an eye for pairing.

Maybe this is the queen's redemption, compared to the resounding failure she had last season with Miss Sharma herself; her diamond for the second consecutive year, and the frustrated wedding she was going to have with the Viscount.

Speaking of royalty, we must also mention the presence of Prince Y/n of Hannover and also the queen's nephew in this season. Also remember that Prince Y/n is the future heir to the throne since the queen and the regent king so dictated after his 16th birthday .

Apparently, this handsome green-eyed prince is also looking for a wife and a future queen. The mothers are very attentive to each moment of solitude, to push their daughters into hisarms and try to catch the biggest fish in the place.

But it seems that his attention is fixed on none other than Miss Eloise Bridgerton. It should be noted that this is the second season as a debutante for the second daughter of the Bridgertons and the bad reputation that comes from the people with whom she joined last season.

But that fame does not seem to frighten or matter to the Prince of Hanover, as he has been seen many times on the dancefloor with Miss Bridgerton. They say that love is blind and perhaps in this case it can also become deaf.

How will the queen feel about this possible union?

On the other hand, we have Miss Prudence Featherington who is still engaged to Mr. Jack Featherington and it seems that the nuptials are still some way off. On the other hand, we have Penelope Featherington , who has reportedly been seen in the company of Mr. Colin Bridgerton more than usual. Could this mean something else; or is it just a friendship?

Always yours,

Lady Whistledown.

Eloise's POV

I can't do it anymore. I can't continue with this constant pressure, feeling like every step and every one of my movements is being watched. And not only for my mother, but also for the rest of the people in each event.

It's only been three weeks since the social season began, three weeks that have seemed eternal and one of the heaviest. It seems that three months have passed and not three weeks.

I feel exhausted and totally stressed. I don't want to disappoint my mother again and have our last name put in doubt again because of me. That is what I least want.

But the pressure not to disappoint Mother again, the feeling of being completely watched at all times, and the discomfort I feel every time a newcomer questions me about my "radical" ideals overwhelms me.

The only times I don't feel so overwhelmed and suffocated by everything is when I'm reading in my room and no one bothers or watches me at all.

I can only relax when I am completely alone.

Worst of all, I can't talk about it with anyone, since I would have talked about it with Penelope before and that's it. But after her betrayal, I can't talk to her, much less when she didn't trust her and continues to write as Lady Whistledown .

The fact that she continues writing annoys me even more, especially when she writes about my family and more specifically about me. If anyone had forgotten about her comment last season, about my relationship with Theo and my supposed radical political ideas; with what she wrote about me three days ago, she reminded all of London.

So people looked at me even more and not in a very positive way. But I couldn't talk to anyone about how I felt, because I don't have any friends left and no one in my family would understand.

I can't even tell Benedict how I feel, since he's too focused on his drawing and I don't want to worry him with my problems. In addition to that he would tell me not to pay attention to people and he would tell me something funny to make me laugh.

But that's not what I need right now. What I need now is someone who listens to me, who understands me and can help me with all this that I feel. Because I feel like I'm drowning more every day and how I'm short of breath every time I enter a dance or social event.

And the same thing was happening to me right now.

Tonight was the annual seasonal ball at Vauxhall Gardens, so the whole family except my two younger brothers had come. Even Kate had decided to leave little Olivia at home.

As soon as the family had set foot in the party, all eyes were on us and more specifically on me.

Ignoring with all my might the gazes on me, I comply with what my mother asks of me and dance with two men until the song ends. But neither of the two men are educated people.

Because both of them have spent the dances asking about my ideals and how wrong I am with my radical political thought, since that promotes the extinction of my life as a person of high class.

What ends up getting fed up and in a carelessness of my family I flee towards the labyrinth of the gardens. Where I sit on one of the stone benches of the place and I start to cry without being able to avoid it.

XY: I don't think it's safe or correct that you're out here without supervision.- I hear near me, causing me to jump scared and turn around to find the Prince of Hannover.

Eloise: I could say the same to you.- I reproach with a frown, forcefully wiping away my tears and trying to stop crying.

Y/n: Are you alright Eloise? - he asks with some concern on his face, walking towards where I am and sitting a bit far away; but in the same bank.

Eloise: Of course I'm fine.- I answer clenching my jaw and holding back the urge to continue crying.

Y/n: I'll believe you and we can go back to the dance as if nothing had happened.- he says with some sarcasm, bringing a glass to his lips and giving a small sip.

Another thing that has changed is my relationship with Prince Y/n. At first it seemed unbearable and somewhat unbelievable. But over time I have been able to learn more about him and have long intellectual conversations about our interests.

So I've started to see him a bit as a friend, since he knows what is said about me and completely ignores it. He has never come to ask me about my radical political ideas, even though I don't have them as such and that is something that everyone has asked me about.

So you can say that I like him a little, although not enough to tell him my stuff and be considered my friend completely.

Eloise: I'm just tired and overwhelmed by everything.- I admit with a sigh and see how he offers me his drink.

Y/n: What has you overwhelmed?- he asks as I accept the glass and take a small sip, feeling a burning pain in my throat.

Eloise: Iugh Yuck.- I say with a gag, giving him back the drink and causing him to laugh at my reaction.

Y/n: Don't change the subject and answer me.- he tells me funny.

Eloise: I feel overwhelmed for not finding a husband and disappointing my mother for a second time.- I answer playing with my hands and lowering my gaze.

Y/n: And why do you think you won't find a husband?- he asks with some confusion in his voice. -From my point of view, you are perfect for any man. You are beautiful, you have your own thoughts and ideals that you defend with very good arguments, you are educated, you like to read and you do not give importance to what the rest of the world says. - he enumerates and I look at him completely surprised, feeling a certain heat on my cheeks and ears.

Eloise: You say that out of politeness.- I played down what he just said, feeling embarrassed and somewhat impressed by his opinion about me.

Y/n: I say what I've seen and what I've experienced with you.- he assures me with a small smile, so I look away from him. -There are very few women like you Eloise Bridgerton and you should be proud of who you are. Because you are worth much more than any of the other debutants with knowledge of pianoforte or whatever they know how to do, because you go further and you don't focus only on learning something to please your future husband.- he expresses and i presses my lips , so that he does not see the smile that wants to appear on my face about what he has told me.

Eloise: That's the problem, I don't want a husband to please and become a boring housewife.- I say with a sigh. -I don't want to have to pretend to be someone I'm not in order for a man to like me, I don't want to make myself less so I can get married and I don't want my life to be left in the hands of a husband who is only interested in himself.- I complain and I can see how he listens to me attentively.

Y/n: So you don't want to get married? - he asks with confusion and with some interest shining in his eyes.

Eloise: No.- I deny with a sigh. -It's not something I want, but my mother wants me to get married and I don't want to stay like a spinster either; because it is not that they are very well seen in our society. - I explain and I see how he nods with his head processing what I just said.

He stares at me in silence for a few moments, saying absolutely nothing and with a certain pensive look on his face.

Y/n: Can I make you a proposition?- he asks me with some caution.

Eloise: What kind of proposition? - I ask a little interested, but also with some caution for the possibilities.

Y/n: You don't want to get married, right? - he asks and I shake my head. -But neither do you want to stay single and "disappoint" your mother by not getting married.- he says and I nod without understanding where he wants to go. -I propose that you marry me.- he says confidently and I open my eyes wide.

Eloise: WHAT?!! - I exclaim completely in shock.

Y/n: Don't yell or someone will see us.- he whispers looking at all sides.

Eloise: Have you gone crazy?- I ask quickly in a whisper. -I just told you that I don't want to get married and you ask me to marry.- I commented as if it were the craziest idea in the world.

Y/n: Be quiet and listen to me for a moment please.- he asks me with a certain plea in his eyes.

Eloise: Okay.- I accept with a sigh, trying to relax my breathing and the accelerated beating of my heart.

Y/n: I don't want to get married either, but my father forces me to find someone and marry her for love.- he begins to tell me. -I just want to travel the world and enjoy life, but I can't do it until I get married; since I made a deal with my father. The deal is based on the fact that if I marry for love, he will pay me six months to travel the world and buy me a house wherever I want for myself and my wife.- he explains and I still don't understand his proposition.

Eloise: And what do I paint here and in your proposal for me to marry you? - I ask still a bit confused.

Y/n: That's what I'm getting to.- he complains with a sigh. -I don't want to get married and you don't want to get married, but for different reasons we don't want to be single either. So it's the best thing that could happen to us. - he exclaims and I look at him still confused.

Eloise: I still don't quite understand the reason for your proposition.- I point out how poorly it is being explained.

Y/n: You marry me and your mother is glad that you marry a prince and future heir to the crown; besides that you don't stay single.- he points to me first . -And I marry you, finally being able to travel the world and having the freedom to live away from my father. We both won.- he exclaims with some joy.

Eloise: But I would still have to marry you and I'm not going to make myself less or become a housewife for you.- I deny immediately.

Y/n: And you won't.- He denies, reassure me immediately. -You will have all the freedom in the world, you will be able to read everything you want and dedicate your time to yourself without having to worry about your future anymore.- he assures me and I observe him considering the proposal.

Eloise: Could I choose where to have the house? - I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Y/n: As long as it's not near my father; yes.- he nods with a smile.

Eloise: I want to review your proposal, okay? - I ask and he nods. -You want us to get married together; because neither of us really wants to get married, but I don't want to disappoint my mother and I don't want to stay single either. At the same time as you , you have made a deal with your father and if you get married he will finally let you travel the world and buy you a house.- I am saying everything he has told me, causing him to nod again. -And I will be able to continue enjoying my books and not being the most feminine woman in the world, without you caring and I will have all the freedom in the world; besides that I will choose where we would live? - I finish reviewing the proposition.

Y/n: Exactly.- He nods with a smile.

Eloise: What's the catch? - I ask raising an eyebrow, knowing that everything sounds very perfect and there must be a catch.

Y/n: It has to seem like we really love each other and my aunt has to accept our marriage.- he responds a bit insecure and I open my mouth in surprise.

Eloise: No.- I deny getting up from the bench. -Your aunt; Your aunt THE Queen hates me.- I point out and he follows my example getting up from the bench.

Y/n: My aunt will adore you if she thinks you're the love of my life and thinks I'm in love with you.- he assures me and I shake my head.

Eloise: Nobody will believe it. - I deny nervous and somewhat disappointed.

The proposal was perfect, but it was too perfect to be true and now it's clearly impossible.

Y/n: Eloise, please listen to me.- He begs me, grabbing my hands and making me look at him. -You are my only hope, the other debutants want to marry me to show off and for the possible power that marriage would entail. And to be honest, I couldn't pretend to love them one bit, no matter how good an actor I may be.- he explains sincerely and I can't help but laugh at the last thing .

Eloise: And with me if you can pretend perhaps? - I ask strangely nervous about his closeness and curious about his answer.

Y/n: Yes, because you have something in your head and you have thoughts of your own.- he answers without thinking for two seconds. -It would be easier for me to fake a relationship with someone intelligent like you, than with someone who doesn't even know what an intellectual and casual conversation is; without it being planned.- he comments and I can't help nodding at the reality of the situation.

Eloise: And what happens if we don't fool anyone? - I ask with an exhausted sigh.

Y/n: Lady Whistledown already believes that there is something between us and as my aunt says, if that lady writes about it, the rest of the town comments on it and also thinks about it.- he answers calmly. -We just have to start being seen more together, take walks in the park together and dance only with each other.- he explains part of his plan.

Eloise: And how will we convince my mother, Lady Danbury and your aunt the Queen?- I ask and I see how he remains thoughtful.

Y/n: I could go to your house for tea from now on, show an intense interest on my part towards you and a notorious approach so that they do not suspect.- he plans and I can recreate the plan in my mind.

I can see how the situation can turn out favorable for us and how we can both win if everything works as he has said. But it can also go wrong and someone discover us.

Eloise: Can I think about the proposal for a few days? - I ask a little nervous and insecure.

Y/n: You can think about it for as long as you want. - He nods with a small smile. -But I'm afraid that to ensure a positive ending in case you accept, we have to start acting now and even if in the end you reject the offer, we'll just distance ourselves a bit and that's it.- he raises and I nod, understanding his point of view .

Eloise: Okay.- I nod and he leaves a light squeeze on my hands and then releases them. -I'll think about it these days and I 'll give you an answer as soon as possible.- I assure him and he takes a couple of steps back, picking up his glass from the bench.

Y/n: Great, now let's go back to the dance and hopefully no one has noticed our absence.- he tells me and we both head towards the dance.

Before reaching the end of the maze, he asks me to go first and that he will appear a few minutes later; so as not to arouse suspicion. And that's what happens.

Ten minutes after I have found my brothers, excusing myself for having been in the bathroom and for the long queue, there he was. Prince Y/n approaches us and asks me to dance with him, which I immediately accept with a smile and beginning the most important performance of my life.

From this moment on, in the following days we will have to be the best actors in the world and make all the people believe that there is something between the prince and me.

I just hope that everything goes well and that in the solitude of my room, I can think calmly and weigh all the pros and cons of the proposition Y/n has made me.

I only hope to be able to choose well and not regret it in the future; either close or far from the decision that I have to make in a few days. Because that decision will dictate my life and future from the moment I make my final decision.

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Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 1)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

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In a castle located three hours from the center of London, two men are in a meeting and in a somewhat heated discussion. One of the men is in his late 40s, while the other much younger looking man is in his 23s.

XY: You will go to the palace with your aunt and you will participate in this year's social season.- declares the older of both.

XY2: You can't do this to me father.- denies the youngest . -You can't force me to look for a wife.- the son denies.

XY: I'm not forcing you to look for a wife, just to participate in the social season and look for someone to love.- he claims to his son. -You are twenty-three years old and at your age, I was already married to your mother and already had your brother.- he reproached him, causing the young man to cross his arms.

Y/n: But I don't want to get married, I want to travel and see the world.- he comments getting up from the chair. -I want to get to know different cultures, learn languages and see places that most people can only dream of.- he says walking through the office.

XY: And you will.- he assures her calmly. -But once you find someone, you fall in love and get married.- he dictates, continuing with his writing.

Y/n: And who assures me of that, father.- he says passing his hand through his almond-blonde hair. -We both know that as soon as I get married, I'll have to take care of my wife and start producing heirs. When will I travel ? - he asks the older man.

XY: I assure you that you will travel.- he says looking back at his only living heir. -What do you think if we make a deal?- he offers leaving the pen in its container

Y/n: What deal?- he asks interested, sitting back in the dark blue suede chair in front of his father's desk.

XY: If you manage to fall in love and get married this season, you will be able to travel around the world for 6 months and I myself will pay for your travel expenses. In addition to that, I promise to give you a house, wherever you want as a wedding gift to you and your wife; without the need for you to generate heirs immediately.- the father offers and this captures the attention and interest of the child.

Y/n: But ... - He begins by meeting his father.

XY: You will have to be really in love, you will show me your love for her and your aunt has to give you the go-ahead.- he finishes speaking. -What do you say, do w have a deal? - he questions his son.

Y/n: Okay.- the youngest nods with a sigh, allowing the light curls on his head to bounce subtly and his father to notice it.

XY: So tomorrow morning you will go to the palace, where you will stay with your uncles and before leaving you will receive a haircut.- He points out his son's slightly long hair.

Y/n: Yes father.- accept tired. - Can I retire to my room now? - he asks and the father nods.

XY: Make sure you have all the clothes ready first thing in the morning.- he reminds him as the young man leaves the office.

And that's what happens the next day. After a haircut and loading the suitcases into the family's navy blue carriage. Father and son say goodbye with a hug, before the youngest gets on the carriage and it sets off towards the palace.

Dear readers,

Have you missed me? Because here I am once again, ready to talk and comment on the events of this new season.

While our respected high society was enjoying their country retreat once more, this author did only one thing: polish my art. Or should I say hatching my plans? No, even better. I was sharpening my knives even more and collecting information.

Apparently, a few hours after the debuts of this season, two luxurious-looking carriages have arrived at the palace and they were loaded with abundant luggage.

Could it be that the queen will host a debutant or debutante of the royal family this season, as she did with her nephew Prince Friedrich of Prussia?

On the other hand, Queen Charlotte has once again done something unexpected and has renamed Edwina Sharma as the diamond this season. It will be that she is not happy with the failure of last season with her diamond, that she is trying to remedy the situation and regain her credibility when choosing the diamond of the season.

We also have the Bridgertons to congratulate, as the Viscount and Viscountess have just welcomed their first heir with open arms. And they will not only celebrate the birth of the little girl, but also the debut of two Bridgertons more. Will the matriarch of the family be capable of directing and helping three children at the same time in search of a partner?

It only remains to wait and see everything that this season has in store for us. What mysteries and secrets our high society hides that they do not want to be known.

Always yours,

Lady Whistledown.

POV YOU

I listen to what my aunt reads aloud as we eat dinner, watching disgust and anger fill every feature of her face. I look at my cousin Friedrich , who continues having dinner and not giving importance to what is being read .

Charlotte: How dare that woman question my ability to select, I am the one who created the idea of the diamond and I have not failed even once, until last season. - she grumbles, leaving the newspaper with force on the table.

Y/n: Aunt, don't give importance to that gossip newspaper, they are not important and you are one of the most capable and intelligent women I know.- I assure her with a slight smile.

Charlotte: You will see my dear nephew Y/n, I appreciate your sincere and encouraging words.- she tells me with a small smile. -But if the people believe what this woman writes, my past successes don't matter, much less if it only reflects my only failure.- she explains and I frown at her annoyance.

Friederich: You are the queen, ignore it and the rest of the town will too.- he comments without much interest.

Charlotte: What I will do is use your presence, to relax the atmosphere and make sure that everything goes well.- she comments with confidence.

Friederich: And what do you plan to do with our presence?- questions with confusion, although I already understand it and I'm not entirely sure if I'm going to like the idea.

Charlotte: You are both here with the intention of finding a woman, therefore I can ensure that one of both of you ends up with my diamond and thus recover the full respect of the town.- she answers and I bite my lip.

Y/n: Aunt, you know that I respect you and that I never disagree with you.- I start a little unsure. -But I'm sure you know my father's opinion regarding marriage and that you only have to marry for love.- I remind her and see how she tries not to smile.

Charlotte: I know my dear Y/n.- she assures me with a certain tenderness in her eyes when she looks at me. -That is why I have decided that Friederich is the one who is interested in my diamond, maybe even something real will come out of this.- she says and I nod in gratitude.

It's not that I really want to marry for love, a few years ago I would be happy to find someone to fall in love with and marry.

But seven years ago my opinion changed and I have not wanted to fall in love and get married since then. When I was 13 years old, my brother had an accident riding a horse in a race and died. My mother went into anger and depression over the loss of her first child.

Two months after the loss of my brother, my mother could not continue and died of sadness. So only my father and I stayed.

I saw my father mourn the loss of my brother, trying to cheer up my mother in her depression and soon after also mourning the loss of my mother. I saw him suffer every day since my brother's death and for another year after my mother's death.

I saw how sad and broken he was when he lost the love of his life. The house was no longer the same, without my brother's laughter or absurd comments, everything felt silent. In addition to the fact that the warmth and happiness that my mother radiated had been replaced by the coldness of her lack.

That's why I stopped wanting to find someone to fall in love with and marry. Because I had seen what the loss of my mother did to my father and how it felt to lose two of the most important people in my life.

So at fourteen I decide to renege on marriage, preferring to remain single and not get close to another person in a sentimental way. But now there's my father's offer, and it's an offer I can't refuse.

I have always wanted to travel and see the world. But my father has never left me, saying that it was irresponsible to go on a trip and leave my chores behind. Although now that my father offers me 6 months of travel around the world, expenses paid and a house to be independent; I can't refuse the offer.

Especially when as soon as he could, my father sent me to university in Manchester and having finished my degree in natural sciences and its use in medicine, along with some medical courses; he wanted to enjoy traveling to find and study new plants as well.

But just because I accepted the offer doesn't mean I'm going to marry for love. But I will try to find a woman, who really does not want to get married; but do not want to stay single and be separated by society.

Friederich: If you think it's the best option, I agree to help her and meet the diamond of the season.- he accepts, causing her to let out a sigh.

Charlotte: Well, I hope you dress as well as possible, because in a few hours the guests will arrive and it's the first initiation dance.- she warns us seriously. -In this first dance I am the hostess and it will be your presentation.- she says and we both nod in agreement.

Friederich: I'll put on my best suit.- he nods puffing out his chest.

Charlotte: One last thing, Y/n Lady Danbury will take care of your introduction into society and will help you in the dances.- she tells me and I nod. -She has more experience and can better help you find a woman.- she explains with a loving smile.

Y/n: Thank you for thinking about my needs aunt.- I thank you with a smile.

Charlotte: I always will Y/n, besides that Lady Danbury is hosting another season at the Sharma and so it will be easier for Friederich and Edwina to get to know each other.- she explains to both of us.

Shortly after, we finish dinner and everyone heads to their rooms. I decide to wear black pants, with a morning suit of the same color with gold buttons and shiny black shoes.

I decide to wear a white shirt, with a navy morning suit and a white Byron tie. I look at myself in the mirror in my bedroom, making sure everything is in place and my hair is neat. ( He has the same hair as Theo , but with a little more curl.)

I grab the white gloves and leave the room after taking a deep breath. I descend the stairs, putting on my gloves and listening to the music from the ballroom in the background.

XY: Sir, Your Majesty requires your presence.- He warns me and I nod with a smile.

I follow the servant, entering the ballroom and immediately feeling the curious eyes of those present on me . I keep my gaze fixed, never taking it away from my aunt and the woman with the cane at her side.

Charlotte: Dear, how good that you have arrived.- she greets me with a smile. -You remember Lady Danbury right? - she asks pointing her head at the woman next to her.

Y/n: Of course I remember her aunt.- I nod with a smile. -It's a pleasure to see you again Lady Danbury.- I greeted taking her hand and leaving a polite kiss on the back of the hand. - You are as beautiful as six years ago.- I compliment her with education .

Lady Danbury was very close to my mother, so from time to time she always traveled to our house and paid us little visits. But after my mother died, her visits became shorter and less frequent.

Until after an argument with my father, because of how he was mourning and his way of focusing on work without showing me affection or support, it happened.

After that discussion, my father asked him to stop coming and that if he wanted to keep in touch with me he could only do so by letters; and so it has been for the past six years.

Danbury: As flattering as always prince Y/n.- smiles making me a bow. -It will be a pleasure to be your supervisor this season.- she assures me with a smile.

Y/n: The pleasure will be mine Lady Danbury.- I assure her politely. -It is said that her role in the Duke's marriage was crucial.- I comment and she smiles holding on to my arm.

Danbury: It was and now I'll get you a wife.- she tells me with certainty. -If you'll excuse us, Your Majesty, I have to expose this boy and introduce him to several possible debutantes.- she says goodbye to the queen and pulls my arm.

We start to walk around the room, while she talks to me about each newcomer we pass by and giving me her opinion about them.

From one moment to the next, she lets out a small exclamation of emotion and pulls our joined arms with a little more force.

Eloise's POV

I can't believe my mom dragged me into this for another year and even less after what happened last season. I very much doubt that any man wants to marry the woman who goes to the market alone and joins companies with radical political ideas.

After what Lady Whistledown wrote about me, or rather; what Penelope wrote, everyone looks at me badly and the scandal did not bring my family much good fortune.

But as much as I have refused, my mother has forced me to participate again for another year and this time telling me that I have to really try. She will even force me to have two complete dances, complete dances with someone other than my brothers or she will take away my books and all my liberties.

I haven't even managed to convince her, saying that she can't supervise Francesca, Colin and me at the same time; and that I would take work away from her by not showing up this season.

But nothing, she has not accepted and has put aside every reasoning I have given her for not making my debut.

And that brings us to this moment. To the first ball in the palace, where as soon as we have entered the door the eyes of almost all the guests are on us and the looks on me are not entirely positive.

Violet: Look there is Lady Danbury.- my mother comments with emotion, but I only look around and I meet the gaze of my old best friend.

I keep looking at her with all the resentment in the world, remembering all the damage she has done to my family and especially to me. I still can't believe that she is Lady Whistledown and was able to write that way about me: her best friend since childhood.

I pay attention to my mother again, when I feel how she pinches my arm and I complain, caressing the area.

Violet: And this is my other daughter Eloise Bridgerton .- introduces me and I look away from my now enemy, finding Lady Danbury with a boy by her side.

XY: A pleasure to meet you all, Lady Danbury often talks about you Lady Bridgerton and always in very high esteem.- He greets her by kissing the back of her hand, as with my sister and approaching to do the same with me.

Violet: I hope so.- she jokes with him.

I just watch as the unknown man gently takes my hand and brings it to his lips while staring into my eyes. After kissing my hand, he gives me a smile and politely lets go of my hand.

Danbury: From what I see, dear friend, this season we will both be very busy.- she comments to my mother and I looked at her with confusion . -You supervising your three children debuting and I supervising Edwina Sharma and Prince Y/n of Hannover here present.- she comments amused and I open my eyes, impressed in the most hidden way possible.

Violet: Oh, so you're going to debut too? - asks my impressed mother to the prince.

Y/n: That's the idea, my father thought that it's the right time to start looking for that special person so I can get married.- he answers with a perfect smile; iugh what a rage of a man.

Violet: It seems to me that your father is quite right, finding a special person to fall in love with and thus be able to get married takes time.- she comments and I can see a certain citric expression on his face, but it's barely perceptible and covers it very fine with a smile

Y/n: It's the same thing he says.- He nods agreeing.

Danbury: Why don't you invite Miss Eloise to a dance, dear.- she suggests and I want to deny it immediately, but I see the look my mother gives me.

Violet: I think it's a great idea.- she supports her friend with a huge smile.

Y/n: I suppose that if Miss Eloise accepts I won't have any problem dancing with her.- he assures looking at me with a small smile and extending his hand.

Violet: She doesn't have any problem, right daughter?- she asks me with a smile between her teeth.

Eloise: No, I would love to dance with you, my lord.- I assure him, bowing slightly and accepting his hand.

Y/n: Perfect, so if you'll excuse us, there's a dance floor and a dance waiting for us.- he tells those present with a kind smile and guides me towards the dance floor.

We were immediately on the dance floor, with one of his hands on my waist and the other connected to mine. While my free hand rests on his shoulder and a new song begins.

Eloise: I have to apologize in advance for stomping on you during the dance.- I repeat what my mother has dictated to me so many times before each dance.

Y/n: It's okay, not everything in this life tries to dance perfectly and in sync.- He downplays it by starting to move. -And tell me, is it your first season?- he asks while we dance and I count the steps.

Eloise: Don't talk or I'll get involved with the steps.- I order, looking down at my feet.

Y/n: It's easier to look at your dance partner than at your feet.- he assures me with a certain amused tone. -If you only look at your feet, you'll end up skipping a step and you won't be able to continue counting the steps.- he explains with evident experience.

Eloise: Perhaps the Prince of Hannover had problems with dancing.- I scoffed with a bit of venom.

Y/n: Well yes and I'm not ashamed of it.- he admits standing up. -The dances and some other points of the social events seem too banal and unnecessary for a day to day .- he explained and I looked at his eyes completely surprised.

Eloise: What? - I ask completely surprised, I would never imagine that someone from royalty, much less the queen's nephew, would think something like that about social events.

Y/n: The fact that i'm part of the royal family does not mean that i do not have my own ideas and that I agree with everything that is done in these events.- he comments without much interest. -Besides, the dances are supposed to meet and connect, which is absurd since there is nothing better than a conversation to get to know someone.- He defends his point of view and I couldn't agree more .

Eloise: Then why are you participating as a debutante and dancing with me right now? - I ask with a frown.

Y/n: I guess for the same reason as you.- he answer directly.

Eloise: And what do you know about my debut.- I say defensively.

Y/n: People like to talk, Miss Bridgerton, besides that your disgusted face and little interest in dancing are clear signs that you 're not making your debut for fun.- he explains and I purse my lips a bit annoyed for how fast he has read me; and for what he will have heard from me.

Eloise: What have you heard about me?- I ask him in a somewhat aggressive way.

Y/n: The dance is over.- he says separating from me . -It looks like we'll have to continue this conversation at another time, Miss Bridgerton .- he comments, leaving another kiss on the back of my hand and guiding me back to my mother. -I return your daughter Lady Bridgerton in one piece.- he tells my mother politely.

Violet: I thank you my lord.- she thanks him and the prince makes a small bow and walks away from us. -How was the dance with the prince? - she asks me excited.

Eloise: Incredible mother, dancing with the prince has been such a compliment, it has been a dream come true and now I can die in peace. - I exaggerate ironically and she looks at me challengingly.

Benedict: He seems like a nice guy.- he comments with our mother. -Besides, he's endured a whole dance with our sister and it doesn't look like he's complained about her stomping.- he comments amused, causing Colin to laugh and for me to hit him on the arm.

Eloise: I haven't stepped on it.- I deny immediately in my defense.

Colin: Yes, you have.- he assures me with confusion and amusement . -You've stepped on him like five times at least.- he points out and I open my eyes surprised at not having noticed.

Benedict: We were betting on how many more stomps the poor man would put up with.- he comments laughing with our brother.

Violet: Stop talking nonsense and laughing at your sister.- she tells them seriously. -Now Benedict, help your sister socialize and you Colin; you come with me.- she orders us.

Eloise: And Francesca? - I ask confused not seeing my little sister.

Violet: Your brother Anthony has offered to help her this season with me. - she tells me and I nod in understanding. -Now move all of you.- she says and after grabbing our brother's arm she disappears.

Benedict: Let's go around and discuss some of the ridiculous dresses and accessories of your competitors.- he mocks, offering me his arm and I delightedly grab it with mine.

Benedict is my favorite brother, because he always follows my jokes and he is the person with whom I feel most comfortable to talk about anything. I have always felt a greater connection with him than with any of my other siblings.

As we walk around the room, talking about some of the tacky dresses and hideous costumes of the other debutantes at the ball. I can't help replaying my conversation with the prince during the dance in my head, trying to figure out what he meant by his words and what he knows about me

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Kendall Jenner- "Yes". (Part 2)

Kendall Jenner x fem reader/oc

Summary: A funny Never Have I Ever turns out to be a prediction for the future of the two year relationship between Kendall and her girlfriend.

Words: 3190

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Kendall's POV

Today the family was going to Paris for a short vacation and for the first time in a long time I can go from the first day and Y/n can come too. Best of all, our anniversary will be tomorrow and I've always wanted to be with my special someone in Paris. What better place to spend your second anniversary than in Paris, the most romantic place in the world and I couldn't be more excited.

Right now I am at the front door of our house; since she moved into my house shortly after the video with Hailey and I was more than delighted. But now I'm waiting for her to come down from the room, so we can leave and get to the airport on time.

Kendall: Let's go love or we'll be late for the airport.- I shout from the front door of our house.

Y/n: I'm going! - she shouts from the floor above and in less than five minutes I see her coming down the stairs with her suitcase and black leather backpack.

I look at her clothes and I can't help but smile and bite my lip, she's wearing black Adidas leggings that accentuate her perfect butt, a red sweatshirt that I usually steal from her and white Nike air force. In addition to the fact that she has her perfect blonde hair straight and loose; which is how I like it the most.

Kendall: Move that beautiful ass, I don't want to hear my mother complain about being late and scolding us.- I tell her, watching her roll her eyes. -Not like that, miss.- I tell her, pointing at her with my index finger.

Y/n: You look like an old woman talking to me like that.- she laughs, stopping in front of me . -And you're only a year older than me.- she claimed, leaving a soft kiss on my lips.

Kendall: I don't sound like an old woman.- I defend myself by hitting her arm. -Now move your ass, we'll be late.- I tell her, giving her a spanking on the ass.

Y/n: Whatever you say old woman.- she laughs leaving the house and dragging her suitcase towards the car that has come to pick us up.

Kendall: I'm going to end up hitting you.- I tell her walking behind her with my suitcase, turning on the alarm and closing the door with the keys.

Y/n: You really want to fight a woman from Ohio, who is the youngest of four children; all boys and fighting over cookies or the bathroom?- she asks me crossing her arms and defiantly.

Kendall: Get in now.- I tell her pointing to the car without answering her question.

Y/n: That's what I thought.- she says in an amusing way, while the driver puts our suitcases in the trunk and gets into the car; letting me better appreciate her butt.

Kendall: I love how those leggings look on you.- I whispered in her ear after settling next to her, after biting her ear and sighing on the spot.

Y/n: Kendall.- she murmurs in the form of a warning and I bite her ear again, placing my hand on her thigh leaving a squeeze.

Kendall: What?- I ask innocently, sighing in her ear again, knowing that it always turns her on. -I'm not doing anything.- I say again hiding my face in her neck.

Y/n: Keep going like this and you'll be left without sex for a month.- she tells me seriously and I stop trying to excite her.

Kendall: You're very pretty.- I tell her with an innocent smile.

Y/n: You also look very pretty, love.- he responds giving me a soft kiss on the lips. -And that's my sweatshirt.- she murmurs against my lips.

Kendall: Oops.- I murmured, kissing her again so that she would forget that I stole her sweatshirt.

Y/n: I don't forget that you stole my sweatshirt.- she comments, separating herself from the kiss a few millimeters. -But I admit that it suits you better than me.- she flatters me with a small smile.

The truth is that I am dressed very simply for the trip, I am wearing a green sweatshirt without her hood, along with simple black leggings, original Adidas shoes and my hair tied up in a bun.

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The trip to Paris had been long, we had to go on the plane with my mother, Corey , Kim and their children; who cannot sit quietly for more than half an hour. At least I had my perfect girlfriend, with whom I could snuggle in the armchairs and who is in charge of entertaining the children for a while.

Once at the hotel we took a quick shower and got dressed, ready to go around Paris with the rest of the family. The plan was to take a walk around the site to see everything, have dinner somewhere together, and then return to the hotel. Because tomorrow is my anniversary, in the morning the family wants to go to the Champs Elysees and after eating they will let us go.

Y/n says that she already has everything planned for our afternoon alone, she doesn't want to tell me anything; besides that she wants me to dress casually. After a quick shower; I dress in a white strappy top, paired with red jean shorts with a matching jean jacket and low top black Martins.

I make up in a simple way since with the mask it is not very noticeable and it stains. While I talk to my sisters by messages to ask them how long it will take, since I was already ready and I knew that Y/n was going to be ready in less than 5 minutes.

You POV

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror making sure my hair is straight and my clothes match. I had decided to wear a long-sleeved black top; that leaves the shoulders visible, along with khaki cargo pants and tall black platform boots.

I take a Chanel bag with gold straps and a black leather jacket in case it's cold to finish my look.

Y/n: I'm ready, shall we go?- I ask coming out of the bathroom and seeing my girlfriend sitting on the bed with the phone.

Kendall: My sisters aren't ready yet.- She answers me with a very tender pout.

Y/n: And if we go down to the hotel bar and have a drink while we wait?- I ask with an excited smile.

Kendall: You know me well.- she says jumping out of bed and grabbing the bag along with me. -I think that's why we're such a good couple.- she comments, leaving the room with me.

Y/n: Because we think alike?- I ask confused walking with our hands intertwined.

Kendall: Because you like to drink as much as I do.- she answers with a happy smile and I can only laugh at his comment.

Y/n: We are alcoholics, you know that , right?- I ask amused, leaving a kiss on the top of her head since I am a few centimeters taller than her.

Kendall: At least we are together.- she says amused, snuggling into my side inside the elevator.

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Right now we walk through the illuminated park in front of the Eiffel tower, we walk towards the restaurant that is in the middle of the tower and I have a reservation.

I had decided to wear a white blazer, along with a nude strappy shirt, with white skintight pants and black heels along with a black bag.

Kendall had decided to wear a white top revealing her abs, white elephant leg pants, with a beige jacket and black ankle boots.

Y/n: By the way, you look amazing.- I say pulling our joined hands, to bring her closer to my body.

Kendall: I'm not wearing anything special.- she says resting her head on my shoulder. -Although you don't stay behind.- she whispers passing her hand to my butt leaving a small squeeze.

Y/n: Calm the hormones love.- I say removing her hand from my butt and grabbing it to avoid more groping.

Kendall: You won't let me touch you.- she says with a pout, looking at me badly and crossing her arms. -Why don't you let me touch that perfect butt of yours?- she asks standing in front of me and hugging my neck.

Y/n: Because we are in public and we have a reservation for dinner.- I tell her amused, hugging her around the waist without stopping walking.

Kendall: If you don't give me affection at night, you sleep in the bathtub.- she warns me with half-closed eyes.

Y/n: You're unbelievable.- I say amused, shaking my head.

Kendall: And that's how you love me.- she says confidently with a huge smile on her face and bright eyes full of emotion.

Y/n: Yes, I do.- I answer with a lovesick smile seeing her perfect face full of happiness and kissing her. -Now let's go to dinner because I'm starving.- I tell her, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground.

During dinner, Kendall kept making risky comments, while I laughed at them and we also shared anecdotes about the things we've done. After almost two hours of eating, drinking and having a good time; I get a text from Khloe letting me know they're downstairs ready to go up.

Y/n: Let's see the views.- I say leaving a few hundred on the table and getting up from my chair.

Kendall: Can I take the cup?- she asks me getting up from her seat with the glass of wine in her hand and I look at her strangely.

Y/n: Of course not.- I answer amused. -If you want we'll go to a bar to drink later.- I tell her laughing at how she drinks everything that's left in her glass.

It takes us 5 minutes to get to the top, as soon as we get there I text Klo to come up, but to be quiet and we walk to the edge with views towards the Field of Mars. I take a deep breath trying to relax and reorganize my thoughts.

Y/n: Did you like dinner?- I ask next to her looking at her profile while she looks towards the field.

Kendall: The truth is that everything was delicious.- she answers turning towards me . -I don't know how did you come up with the idea of the restaurant, but I admit that it has been one of our best and most romantic dates that we have ever had.- she explains with a smile, hugging me around the neck and I quickly hug her around the waist.

Y/n: I'm glad you liked the date so much.- I tell her with a smile, glad that she's liking the date. -A-And believe me, you'll like it more now.- I say, kissing her softly.

Kendall: And why is that?- she asks me completely curious.

Y/n: I want to start by saying that every day when I wake up you are the first thing I want to see next to me in bed, just like I want you to be the last person I see every night when I go to bed.- I start feeling the palms of my hands sweat against her jacket. -The happiest moment of my day is when I am with you, because that is the moment in which all problems disappear and everything becomes peace. Being in your arms gives me that security that I need to face adversity and stay upright in the fight to make all my dreams possible.- I say seeing how her eyes begin to get wet. - For a long time I asked myself what love is, and after this time by your side I have finally found the answer: love is what I feel every time I look at you, that I feel you and that I think of you.- I continue with the speech taking a deep breath and catching the scent of her perfume; instantly relaxing. -They say that something like what we have only feels once in a lifetime. They say that when true love arrives, it is known. And in this time I have confirmed my suspicions: I adore you inevitably and I am going to fight for it.- I continued saying, seeing the first tear fall . -You are my ninja, my favorite supermodel, the best horse rider I know, the car lover who collects beautiful cars and the cutest person in the entire world.- I commented, wiping away the tear that slipped down her cheek and pulling away with her the bag box. - You are the best thing that has happened to me in life, you are the one with whom I want to start a family and have an absurd happy ending like the one in the movies. The truth is that I cannot and I do not want to imagine life without you by my side. So, Kendall Nicole Jenner, will you marry me? - I ask, getting down on one knee and opening the box with the ring inside.

Kendall: Oh my god YES!- she screams crying excited jumping on me and throwing me to the ground.

Kylie: That's my sister bitches! - yells from a few meters with the phone focused on us.

Kris: There's a wedding to plan! - she screams crying too and clapping excitedly.

Kendall: You don't know how much I love you.- she whispers with her eyes full of tears and staring into my eyes and then kissing me deeply.

Khloe: Hey separate you two and let's go drink.-she screams excited.

Y/n: I'm in for that.- I say once my now fiancée stops kissing me.

Kim: Party!! - she yells, jumping against Klo and climbing on her back.

Kendall: I'm getting married!- she gets up from me and jumps on his sisters while Scott helps me get up from the ground.

Y/n: Love, do you want the ring or should I give it to someone else?- I ask my fiancée amused, seeing how she opens her eyes in surprise and takes the ring, quickly putting it on her finger.

Kendall: It's precious love.- she says looking at the ring on his finger.

Y/n: You can't cry saying that no one has proposed to you anymore.- I comment amused, making everyone present laugh and she kills me with her eyes.

Kendall: Just because I adore you with everything I have, I'm going to pass it on to you.- she says pointing his finger at me. -Now to drink because I'm going to get married! - she screams excitedly again and then kisses me passionately.

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I turn in bed annoyed by the annoying and repetitive noise somewhere in the room. I growl in annoyance because the noise makes my hangover worse and my head hurt more. Blindly I move my hand in search of the noise, when I touch the mobile discovering that it is where the noise comes from, I bring it closer to my ear answering.

Call ???

- Yes? - I ask without even knowing who is calling me.

- How dare you !! - yells making me growl and separate the phone from my ear looking at the name.

- What do you want, Palvin? - I ask with a hoarse voice, closing my eyes again because of the headache.

- How dare you ask Kenny to marry you and not tell me, your best friend and on top of that I find out on insta!- she yells angrily and I just sigh.

- I'm sorry Barbi, I didn't mean for you to find out on insta.- I say moving around in bed trying to find my girlfriend's naked body. -You were going to be the first one I was going to call, but now I have a hangover and you just woke me up.- I comment growling when I can't find my fiancée's body.

- How could you? I helped you with the idea and the ring.- she says with a sad voice. -You had to tell me as soon as she gave you an answer.- she complained with the voice of a little girl.

- And now you will help me prepare the honeymoon, because you are my best friend and you adore me. - I say hiding my face in the pillow.

- Just because I'll be your bridesmaid, I'll help you. – she tells me seriously. -I'll let you continue sleeping so you can get over your hangover, but I hope that as soon as you come back and look at your idiot fiancee's Instagram.- she says before hanging up.

end call

Frowning in confusion , I open my eyes trying to get used to the daylight and the screen. I enter to insta founding my fiancee last post.

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I laugh in denial when I see some of the comments, both from the family and from the fans and the crazy things they write.

Kendall: What are you doing up?- she asks and I turn my head in search of the source of her voice.

Y/n: It turns out that someone has uploaded a photo to Instagram, so my best friend has called me screaming and that's not good for a hangover.- I answer narrowing my eyes.

Kendall: Oops.- she says with an innocent smile and that's when I notice that she's only wearing a robe and her hair is messy.

Y/n: Why don't you go back to bed.- I say with a smile biting my lip.

Kendall: I like the idea.- she says and jumps on me and we both laugh amused. -I think I'm still drunk.- she whispers, getting into bed with me.

Y/n: I'm dead.- I say leaving a loving kiss on her forehead. -Now this out.- I say untying the belt of her robe to take it off and earning a laugh from her.

Kendall: I like where this is going.- she says biting his lip and helping me take off her robe.

Y/n: Shall we repeat tonight?- I ask hoarsely in a whisper against her lips.

Kendall: More like the whole early morning thing.- she growls against my lips and then kisses me hungrily and I quickly place myself on top of her.

Y/n: I love you.- I whisper in the kiss caressing her side and her thigh.

Kendall: I love you too.- she answers, pulling the hairs on the back of my neck. -But now I want you to prove it to me.- she says playfully, moaning when I suck on her neck.

THE END

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Kendall Jenner- "Yes". (Part 1)

Kendall Jenner x fem reader/oc

Summary: A funny Never Have I Ever turns out to be a prediction for the future of the two year relationship between Kendall and her girlfriend.

Words: 2994

Masterlist

You POV

I am lying on the sofa in my apartment watching the new season of Grey's Anatomy. I was relaxing watching the second episode of the 17th season and eating some popcorn; when my phone rings, I frown in confusion since I didn't expect any important calls today, but I get up from the sofa anyway with all the laziness in the world and pick up the phone seeing that it's Hailey.

Hailz call 😝

- Hey Hailz, something wrong ? - I ask confused that she is calling me right now.

-Hey star.- greeted with some nervousness. -I have a situation in my house and I need your help.- she says and that confuses me more.

- Isn't Kendall supposed to be with you? - I ask listening to a very familiar laugh in the background.

- Yes, well, that's the situation I was talking about.- she answers me and that confuses me more . - Oh my god Kenny no.- she whispers and I frown when I hear that.

- I don't understand; weren't you supposed to record a video for your channel? - I ask walking to my room to put on some shoes.

- That has been the problem.- she tells me a little amused. -We have recorded the video playing Never have i ever with the new tequila that your girl has launched, and now she's too drunk.- she tells me and I laugh amused.

- And you laugh because you are happy too? - I ask receiving a sound in the form of confirmation.

- Yep.- she says laughing. - So you have to come look for her or I'll end up killing her.- she says laughing to later complain about something. -Now.- she says completely serious after she hears something break.

- Has she gone in her car?- I ask funny getting a yes in response. - I'll call an uber and I'll arrive in twenty minutes. – I inform her, earning a sound of affirmation.

-God, you don't know how much I appreciate it.- she says and then we say goodbye to hang up the call.

End call

I quickly go into the Uber app to call one, who will be at the door of the apartment in five minutes, and grab my bag from the chair. I look in the mirror seeing that my clothes are fine and I decide to take a picture of myself; and I upload it to my story.

As I did not plan to leave the house and be at home lying on the sofa; I was wearing comfortable clothes. I was wearing black sweatpants along with a black Nike short-sleeved top and white platform sneakers. I put the phone in my bag and walk towards the entrance of my apartment; taking the keys of the place and leaving closing the door with them. I then put them in my bag walking down the hall, calling the elevator while I comb my hair with my hand and look at myself in the reflection of the metal doors of the elevator.

I quickly realize that I don't have my mask on, so I run to my apartment to get it and wait for the elevator to still be on my floor when I leave the apartment. Once downstairs in the lobby, seeing what I assume is my Uber, I jump in, greeting the driver and giving him the address of Hailz and Justin's new house.

After twenty minutes in which I can only imagine what is happening at Hailz's house, the driver tells me that we have arrived and I thank him seeing the paparazzi outside the house. I sigh getting out of the car receiving questions from the photographers; along with the flashes and I look down so I don't go blind walking towards the door. I ring at the doorbell, waiting a few seconds when the door opens, Hailz looks at me with a smile, hugging me in greeting and closing the door behind us.

Hailey: It's a good thing you're here.- she says, wobbling a bit as she turns to face the front.

Y/n: are you okay?- I ask amused by her almost fall.

Hailey: I do, but I'm about to kill your girlfriend.- she answers turning to look at me over his shoulder. -He broke two lamps and almost pissed on my sofa.- she informes me and I laughed helplessly.

Y/n: I'm sorry for you.- I say without stopping laughing entering the house. -Nice house by the way.- I commented looking inside the new place.

Hailey: It's true, you hadn't been there yet!- she screams excitedly. -Come, I'll show you quickly.- she says, grabbing my hand and pulling it around the house.

After a fifteen minute tour of the impressive house, she takes me to the living room where I find my girlfriend lying upside down on the sofa and watching the last runway of the Victoria Secret Show; which was the one from 2018.

Y/n: I see her very calm.- I whisper so that only she can hear me, but before she says something in response I regret it.

Kendall: That's my girlfriend!! - she screams excitedly jumping off the sofa as soon as I appear on the screen modeling, she starts screaming and ends up falling to the ground.

Hailey: What were you saying.- she tells me looking at me with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.

Y/n: I take it back.- I say laughing out loud and with a quick movement my girlfriend's head appears on the other side of the sofa like a meerkat.

Kendall: Bebee! - yells getting up quickly and running stumbling towards me.

Y/n: Ouch.- I say when my body hits the ground with her on top of me.

Kendall: Hello.- she says, appearing in my field of vision with the smile of an excited girl and sparkling eyes; probably because of the alcohol.

Hailey: Kenny, get up from your girlfriend, you're going to crush her.- she says amused by her friend's attitude and she quickly gets up scared.

Y/n: Don't scare her.- I say to my amused friend getting up from the ground.

Kendall: Hello.- she says again putting her face two centimeters from mine with the same emotion as before.

Y/n: Hello baby.- I greeted funny and she hugged me by the neck trying to kiss me, but the kiss didn't happen thanks to the mask.

Kendall: Nooo.- she whines like a little girl when she can't connect our lips.

Y/n: Look.- I say pulling down my mask with one hand and leaving my lips visible.

Kendall: Yey.- she says happily, kissing me on the lips in a slightly clumsy way.

Hailey: Separate a bit.- she says laughing at the way my girlfriend is kissing me.

Kendall: Shhhh.- she tells her friend breaking away from the kiss. -What's happening is that you're envious of my sexy girlfriend.- she tells her, touching my abs with a smirk.

Y/n: What do you think if I take you home love .- I say amused by her attitude.

Kendall: Yes and we can do little things.- she tells me moving her eyebrows suggestively, but looking very funny and I can't help but laugh.

Y/n: Say yes love.- I say fun. -Pick up your bag and mask so we can go.- I tell her and she quickly nods, releasing me and disappearing into the house. -Where is she going? - I ask when I see her bag on the sofa, next to her mask and phone.

Hailey: I have no idea, she's your girlfriend and you should be the one who understands her.- she responds amused, seeing where her best friend has disappeared.

Y/n: I don't even understand it.- I commented in a funny way, walking towards the sofa and picking up my girlfriend's things.

While we wait for my girlfriend to come back from wherever she left, I ask how she is doing with Justin and what future plans they have together. I think we spent more than ten minutes talking, until he told me about something that happened in the video and I was surprised.

Hailey: Sooo.. you can hurry up and propose to her soon.- she comments amused. -Because it was between funny and sad that she started to cry.- she finished saying with a small laugh.

Y/n: I'm not going to advance anything for now, our second anniversary is in two months and that's where I'll ask her. As I have planned.- I tell her assuring my point. -I'm not going to change my mind because a drunk cry.- I say amused.

Hailey: I'm just saying, because it was a little sad that she cried saying that nobody had asked her to get married, that it would be very nice if someone did and it made me want to tell her about your plan and everything.- she tells me and I look at her badly . -Don't look at me like that.- she says, raising her hands in defense.

Y/n: How not to look at you like that, if you've been about to tell Kenny my plans.- I tell her with half-closed eyes. - See how you can't be told the secrets.- I tell her and she puts her hand on her chest offended.

Hailey: Hey, that's not true.- she says in her defense. -Only that she started to cry, I was drunk and I was about to.- she says pointing at me with her finger. -But I haven't said it and you have to give me the merit of that.- she defends herself with a proud smile.

Y/n: Whatever you say.- I say without giving much importance to her defense.

Hailey: Well, next time, don't tell me any surprises...- she starts but stops when we see my girlfriend enter the room with a frown.

Kendall: I can't find my bag.- she whines with a pout, crossing her arms making us laugh.

Y/n: It looks like this.- I say raising her bag high and her face lights up.

Kendall: Yes, it's just like that one.- she says pointing to the bag in my hand. -Have you seen it?- she asks with a pout.

Y/n: How much have you drunk?- I ask my friend when I see my girlfriend's attitude.

Hailey: She drank a little more than half of the bottle of tequila by herself.- she responds, looking at her best friend with amusement and then at me, moving her eyebrows with amusement.

Y/n: It shows.- I say laughing and turning my attention to my girlfriend. -My love this is your bag.- I say waving it in the air.

Kendall: Aahhhh.- she says, opening her mouth in surprise.

Y/n: Come on, let's go to your house, I'll prepare a bath and something to eat for you.- I tell her walking towards her, placing her bag on my shoulder. -Now put this on and we'll go.- I say leaving a kiss on his lips and giving her mask and repositioning mine correctly.

Kendall: Yeah, a burger; no, a pizza better , or better a salad.- she begins to say excitedly as she puts on her mask and we begin to walk towards the exit. -No, better Thai, or Chinese, that sushi that I like so much from that restaurant, or some waffles with ice cream, cream and fruit.- she continues saying excitedly all the options.

Hailey: Good luck with dinner.- she whispers amused, opening the door and giving me a goodbye hug. -Bye girls.- she says, separating from me .

Y/n: Kenny darling, say goodbye to Hailz.- I say pulling her towards our friend like a girl.

Kendall: Goodbye.- she says giving her a quick hug. -I think pizza and hamburger would be good; although we could order some waffles or pancakes for dessert. - she keeps talking about the dinner option and I roll my eyes causing Hailz to laugh.

Y/n: Go get in the car love.- I say opening his car with the key and opening the passenger door for her to get in; listening to the sound of the cameras and the screams of the paparazzi.

Careful not to run over any paparazzi, I drive in the direction of Kendall's house with her talking about the dinner possibilities and what she's up for. After almost half an hour of driving and listening to my drunken girlfriend's ranting, some of which is hilarious; we got to her house.

Once inside the house, Pyro quickly comes to where we are, happy for the arrival of his mother who lies on the floor with him and I deny amused, going up to Kenny's room to prepare his bath.

While Kendall takes a shower, I leave the house to go to In and Out to get a burger, along with fries, shakes, and sodas. On the way back to lunch, I get a call from Khloe to talk about the proposal; Since she is the one with whom I have the best relationship of the sisters and she is the one who is helping me organize everything.

The call doesn't last long, because in fifteen minutes I'm back at my girlfriend's house, so we end the call; but not without meeting to eat together at home and continue talking about the surprise.

I leave the bags with the food on the coffee table in the living room and take out everything that is inside the bag. In total I have bought six hamburgers; three for each one, because she is drunk and I am starving; besides that I have no background. Two light colas to drink, three large boxes of chips and two milkshakes; a strawberry and banana one for me and a chocolate one for Kendall. When everything is ready, i walks to the backyard opening the door for Pyro to run around a bit and i play with him a little.

After a few minutes of playing with him, Kenny comes through the door yelling my name in a bathrobe and a towel on her head. I walk up to her laughing at her outfit and when I'm close enough, she jumps on top of me, wrapping her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.

Kendall: Hello.- she says again with a childish and excited smile.

Y/n: Hello.- I answer laughing. -Are you hungry?- I ask starting to walk towards the room.

Kendall: I'm starving.- she growls hiding her face in my neck and leaving kisses on the spot.

Y/n: Thank goodness, because I bought a lot of food.- I say leaving her sitting on the sofa and then sitting next to her.

Kendall: I love In and Out, you don't know how much I love you.- she says grabbing my face and slowly kissing my lips. -Why are you so perfect?- she asks with a loving smile, staring into my blue eyes.

Y/n: Now eat and drink something that isn't alcohol.- I say amused, moving her face away from mine and removing the towel from her head to dry her hair a little more while she starts eating a hamburger.

Kendall: Umm, you know me so well love.- she groans after taking a big bite of her favorite burger.

Y/n: After two years as girlfriends and four months as friends, I think I know your tastes quite well.- I say laughing to see her nod to what I just said.

Kendall: And you know them very well.- she says with a suggestive smile, biting her lower lip and with slightly dark eyes.

Y/n: Yes I do, but tonight I don't think I know what you're talking about.- I say, leaving the towel on the table and picking up my hamburger.

Kendall: And why not?- she asks with a pout and her cheeks full of food, making herself look like a cute hamster. - You know that today you look very sexy.- she comments, biting her lip and raising her eyebrows.

Y/n: And you look very cute with your cheeks full of food and trying to look sexy.- I comment laughing at her attitude and unwrapping my hamburger.

Kendall: I'm not cute; I'm sexy.- she says with a pout after swallowing the food from her mouth.

Y/n: Believe me, you are the cutest being in the world.- I say with a small smile, leaving a short kiss on her lips.

After finishing dinner, I pick up the garbage throwing it in the bags that the food came in and meanwhile Kenny decides to put on a movie. I get up to throw the bag and put Pyro inside the house, to close the door and prevent him from staying out all night.

During a few movies, we curl up on the couch watching a couple of movies and give each other a few kisses. I am stretched out along the sofa on the outside, while Kenny is lying with her head on my chest, with half of her body on mine and her back against the back of the sofa. Pyro was sitting on the ground next to us and from my point of view, he was also interested in the movie.

The atmosphere is completely relaxing, I feel that with Kenny in my arms I am complete and I have had that feeling since we first met; And I felt that spark inside me. In addition to the fact that whenever I have a hard time sleeping, the simple fact of feeling her smell and her body heat relax me, making me feel safe with her.

That is the reason why I am planning to ask her to marry me on our second anniversary, for some it will be too soon; while for others more time has passed than it should. But for me it's the right time; since I can't see myself in the future without being by her side and I can't imagine starting a family without her in the picture either.

And what better opportunity to ask the love of your life to marry you, than on our second anniversary, at the top of the Eifell Tower in Paris and with his family nearby to celebrate with them.

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Rhaenyra Targaryen -"The Personal Guard." (Part 5)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: The barely known third son of Lord Lyonel Strong, surprisingly ends up becoming the personal guard of none other than the Targaryen princess, after an incident in the forest.

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POV You

I wake up thanks to the intensity of the light in the room and the background noise of the city. I shift a little in bed, feeling a weight on my chest and I open my eyes scared. But I immediately relax when I see platinum hair and know who it is.

So I relax back against the mattress, closing my eyes and enjoying the quiet of the morning.

But my relaxation is short-lived, when I realize that it is already daylight and that Rhaenyra is still in my bed. I open my eyes again scared and start to move the princess.

Y/n: Rhae wake up.- I ask a little fast, scared that somehow someone will find out what happened last night.

Rhaenyra: Five more minutes.- she murmurs, snuggling closer to my chest.

Y/n: We don't have five minutes.- I whisper stressed. -It's daylight and people are already awake.- I tell her, pushing her aside and getting up quickly from the bed. -They can't see you leave my bedroom, especially at this time of the morning and with the clothes you were wearing last night.- I assure her nervously, putting on my clothes in an fast and clumsy way.

Rhaenyra: Y/n calm down.- I hear her from my back and I turn to see her surprised.

Y/n: That I calm down? - I ask surprised. -Don't you understand that if someone sees you leave my room, they will be suspicious? - I ask her a little scared.

If someone sees or thinks they see the princess leaving my room so early in the morning and wearing the page clothes from last night, people will be suspicious and start talking. And that can lead to many more than negative consequences.

Rhaenyra: Y/n.- she calls me calmly, pulling the sheets aside from her body and getting up completely naked from the bed. -No one is going to see me leave your room, okay.- she assures me walking towards me at a calm pace.

I am only able to look at her with my mouth slightly open and detail every part of her skin. I can also see the amusement in her lilac eyes at its effect on me and how much she enjoys it.

Rhaenyra: Just trust me, okay? - she asks me running her hands over my chest until they reach the back of my neck.

Y/n: You know that i trust you.- I assure her caressing her waist.

Rhaenyra: Then calm down and kiss me good morning.- she whispers with an amused smile, before pulling my neck and joining our lips in a calm kiss.

We kiss quietly for a few minutes, before we break apart and Rhae puts her clothes back on from last night.

While she gets dressed, I put on clean clothes and my armor like every day. Once we're both ready, Rhae starts walking towards a wall in my room, where there's a drawing and once there she starts playing everywhere.

Y/n: What are you doing? - I ask confused approaching her.

Rhaenyra: My uncle explained to me yesterday that each room in this castle has a door to a secret passage and that these passages are usually hidden behind drawings like these.- she explains and I look at her confused.

Y/n: And if your uncle told you that as a joke? - I ask, looking carefully at the drawing.

Rhaenyra: And how do you think I escaped from the castle yesterday without being seen? - she asks me with a raised eyebrow and a smile full of superiority. -I just have to find the lever that activates it. Bingo.- she says and touches something causing the wall to move a few centimeters.

Y/n: Don't even think about it. - I deny avoiding her accusatory look and full of pride for being right.

Rhaenyra: I told you.- she gloats with a smile full of superiority.

Y/n: Whatever.- I downplay its importance by pushing the door and feeling a current of cold air hit my body. -Are you sure that this is safe? - I ask a little unsure.

Rhaenyra: Yes, no one knows of the existence of these corridors except Daemon, you and me.- she assures me pulling my hand to get me out of the corridor. -Now you leave your room and walk to mine as you do every morning.- she orders me and I shake my head in amusement.

Y/n: Whatever Her Majesty says.- I say with amusement and take two steps back to leave, but her hand on my wrist stops me.

Rhaenyra: I think you're leaving without something important.- she assures me with amusement in her voice. -My kiss.- she says with her lips pouting and I shake my head, leaning in to leave a light kiss on her lips.

Y/n: See you shortly.- I whisper against her soft lips before pulling away and seeing how she disappears behind the wall.

I just look at the wall with a smile, before turning around and finishing putting on the rest of my armor.

Once fully prepared, I leave my room and walk towards the princess's with all the calm in the world. I don't want to walk too fast and raise any kind of suspicion.

So as I walk, my head can't help but go back to the night before and remember everything that happened.

But my moment is interrupted, when a royal guard of the king walks towards me and stops just a meter away.

Rhaenyra's POV

I get to my bedroom as quickly as possible, taking off my page clothes and putting on my nightgown. I hide the used clothes in the hallway and quickly close the door.

I run to my bed, completely undoing it and trying to make it look like I slept in it tonight.

Once I'm happy with the result, I walk to the door to tell the guard to call my service so I can start my morning.

Once my service enters my room, they begin to make the bed and prepare a hot bath for me. As quickly as the bath was ready, I got into the tub and let the water run all over my body.

Before leaving my bedroom, they had taken out the clothes that I would choose today and placed them on my bed.

Once I'm ready for the day, I comb my hair and wait for Y/n to show up at my bedroom door. The weird thing is, it had been a while since we'd parted ways in his room and it was taking a long time. Or at least that's how it seemed to me.

My attention goes from my reflection in the mirror to my bedroom door, when someone knocks softly on the door, waiting for a response from me.

Rhaenyra: I'm dressed Nora.- I say thinking it's one of the girls from my service.

So I continue combing my hair, while I hear the door open and the noise of metal moving. That makes me know that it´s not my servant and I look towards the door quickly.

An immediate smile appears on my face, when I see Y/n walk through the open doors of my room and take a few steps towards me.

Rhaenyra: You've taken a long time.- I comment with a smile, but it disappears quickly when I see his attitude and the way he avoids my gaze.

Y/n: Princess.- He greets looking at the floor, I come out from behind the divider that is between my bed and the rest of the bedroom, and I look at him with a small smile.

Rhaenyra: Come closer.- I ask, making a gesture with my hand.

He hesitates for a moment, before looking at the open door and making sure no one is there. He walks to where I am with a calm step and I can tell that something is wrong by his frown.

Y/n: Princess, I have a message from the queen.- he tells me with obvious concern and my smile disappears again.

Rhaenyra: What message? - I ask a little scared, taking a few steps towards him and from his attitude I know it's not good.

Y/n: She wants to meet you immediately next to the tree of the gods.- he answers me with some insecurity.

Rhaenyra: And what is it about?- I ask confused and worried about her attitude.

He looks at me for a few seconds, then looks at the door and back at me. He quickly walks towards the door, closes it as quietly as possible and runs towards me.

Y/n: On my way here, one of the king's guards stopped me and informed me of the queen's message.- he begins to tell me in a hasty manner. -When I asked him why, he told me that early in the morning the king met with his hand and apparently he brought worrying rumors about you.- he tells me and I open my eyes wide.

Rhaenyra: What rumors? - I ask quickly, getting closer to him and holding his hand to try to reassure me.

Y/n: He hasn't told me.- He shakes his head. -What he has told me is what he has heard, but not in detail and apparently it is something big.- he admits with some fear in his eyes.

Rhaenyra: Calm down.- I whisper raising my hands to his cheeks and caressing them delicately. -I'm sure it's nothing important.- I try to reassure him.

Y/n: It's important.- he assures me with fear.

Rhaenyra: Most likely, she wants to talk about my failed tour to find a husband.- I say, bringing his face closer to mine. -Don't worry, I'll take care of everything.- I assure him standing on tiptoe and leaving a small kiss on his lips.

Y/n: But what if it's not like that? - he asks me with concern. -And if someone discovered you last night with your uncle, or with me? - he asks nervous and scared.

Rhaenyra: No one has discovered nothing, yes?- I assure him with a slight smile. -Everything's fine.- I assure him calmly, watching him nod in agreement and take a deep breath. -Now help me with my hair, so I can go see the queen as soon as possible.- I ask, leaving one last kiss on his lips.

I break away from him, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to where my mirror is. With some difficulty, he helps me gather my hair into a low braid, and in less than ten minutes we find ourselves walking the halls of the castle.

We walk in silence through the corridors, greeting the people who cross my path and trying to be as friendly as possible.

Once in front of the garden gates, I take one last look at Y/n and take a deep breath before opening the gates.

I go out into the garden, seeing Alicent under the tree of the gods and with a calm step I approach her.

Alicent: What happened last night? - she asks me with a shaky voice, as soon as I'm close to her and I stop immediately.

Rhaenyra: Why do you say so? - I ask feigning innocence and realizing that Y/n was right; someone had saw me last night.

Alicent: My father has made terrible accusations about you.- she answers with a certain anger on her face and I remain silent. - Were you with your uncle? - she asks me, although it seems more like a statement and that's when I realize what she means.

Rhaenyra: I...ah...hadn't seen him for years, we were having fun.- I count without really knowing how to start.

Alicent: Tell me the truth, Rhaenyra.- she says aggressively, walking towards me in a somewhat threatening way and with her face reflecting anger.

Rhaenyra: Your father accuses me of something? - I ask trying to maintain an impassive and confused posture, so as not to discover myself. -About what? From drinking wine? Going out at night? - I ask with some sarcasm.

Alicent: From fucking Daemon in a brothel.- she responds directly with anger and a certain disgust in her voice.

I stay silent, processing what my old best friend just said and thinking about how to get out of this situation. Because even if nothing happened with my uncle last night except an unwanted kiss, I did sleep with someone and no one can know that.

Rhaenyra: But what? What a vile accusation.- I defend myself contracting my face in offense.

Alice: Really? The Targaryens have strange customs.- she spits at me with poison. -And Daemon knows no limits.- she points out and I know that in the latter she is right.

Rhaenyra: Alicent, your highness, sister, you know that I would never...never do it, it's just gossip.- I plead with a slightly broken voice, approaching her with some concern and trying to earn her compassion.

Alicent: My father is not a gossip.- she immediately denies in defense of her father.

Rhaenyra: Well, they will have deceived him.- I answer quickly. -He couldn't see such a thing.- I deny seriously.

Alicent: Why not? - she asks in the form of an attack.

Rhaenyra: Because it didn't happen.- I deny honestly, knowing that nothing happened with my uncle and that it's impossible for someone to see such a thing.

Alicent: They told him they saw you.- she comments quickly and that sets off my alarms.

Rhaenyra: How?- I ask confused. -Who accused me before your father?- I ask her with interest and confusion.

She remains silent, not knowing what to answer for a few seconds. When she tries to answer, she just opens her mouth and stops not knowing how or what to answer me.

Rhaenyra: I am the princess and questioning my virtue is an act of treason.- I remember her surrounding her and stopping in front of her back.

Alicent: I don't know for sure.- she answers turning around and with a softer tone of voice.

Rhaenyra: Hasn't your father told you?- I ask curiously.

Alicent: He has told the king.- she answers through her teeth, using an angry tone again. -I heard them.- she admits and I look at her with treason.

Rhaenyra: So you're accusing me of some slander you've heard.- I comment with pain for her attitude.

Since my father was promised our relationship disappeared, I no longer saw her as my best friend who was almost like a sister. But for her to accuse me like this for something she has heard hurts me.

Alicent: I just want to help you Rhaenyra.- she defends herself by taking a couple of steps towards me.

Rhaenyra: Okay.- I admit deciding to be partially honest. -We drank in a tavern, in several taverns. It was getting late and I wanted to go back, but Daemon wanted to continue and being my escort I had no choice. - I start telling her trying to sound honest and not see the lie.

Alicent: Continue... in a brothel? - she asks in a broken way and looking at me with pain.

Rhaenyra: We saw a play... and I was just watching. I didn't do anything.- I defend myself immediately seeing how she turns her back on me. -But Daemon drank too much and abandoned me for some whore.- I tell her trying to sound convincing. -I should have imagined it.- I whisper with false pain.

Alicent: So you didn´t...?- she leaves the question in the air without wanting to finish it.

Rhaenyra: Do I really have to deny it? - I ask her a little offended seeing how she shows me her face again. -Daemon has never touched me.- I say with all the sincerity in the world. - I swear to you, Alicecent. In the memory of my mother.- I beg hr to believe me, because my uncle has not touched me and I do not want anyone to think otherwise.

Alicent: It was foolish of you to risk that they could question your virtue.- she assures me, letting go of my hands. -The king has endeavored to find you a consort. Me too.- she comments seriously. -If that gentleman believed that you have been... sullied, he would spoil everything.- she reproached me angrily.

Rhaenyra: I know, Your Highness.- I agree with her. -I'm sorry.- I apologize immediately.

We remain silent for a few more moments, before ending the conversation and each one embarking on a different path.

I go back through the door through which I had gone out into the garden, meeting a nervous and restless Y/n on the other side of the door.

Y/n: What did he tell you? - he asks me in an accelerated way as soon as he realizes my presence

Rhaenyra: Nothing that I couldn't solve.- I try to reassure him.

Y/n: But what did she wanted to talk to you about? - he still asks with some concern, approaching me and stopping a few centimeters from me.

Rhaenyra: She wanted to talk about ..- I start but I'm interrupted by my previous personal guard.

Ser Criston: Princess, the king needs your presence in his chambers.- He speaks reaching out to us and causing Y/n to distance himself from me.

Rhaenyra: Now?- I ask a little exasperated by everything that is happening this morning.

Ser Criston nods and waits for us to move. I look at my personal guard and nod to let him know that we are going to get moving.

He nods me very subtly and the three of us head towards my father's bedroom.

After the conversation I've had with Alicent, I know that most likely he's going to ask me the same questions and the conversation won't be as "calm" as it has been with the queen.

Because although Alicent was clearly angry and has shown it in more than one moment, I can assure you that she has ended up believing me.

So if she has believed me, talking about it with my father will be noisier and unlike with Alicent it will be easier.

I have always been my father's blind spot and he has always spoiled me. So I don't think the conversation ends badly. I just hope we're done soon and I can stop running from one side of the castle to the other because someone wants to talk to me.

When we reach the doors of my parents' room, the guards who guard their doors open them and let me into the bedroom.

I take one last look at Y/n, before taking five steps inside and hearing the doors close behind me.

I look at the place, seeing the replica of the old Valyria under construction and next to it a dagger inside a burning brazier. I move closer to the brazier, watching the dagger and the way the fire caresses the edge.

I reach my hand towards the handle of the dagger, but before my fingers touch the object a voice sounds in the place and they startle me.

Viserys: That dagger belonged to Aegon the conqueror.- he informed me coming out of the shadows. -And before him to Aenar, and before Aenar... it's hard to know.- he says walking towards where I am.

Rhaenyra: Wow.- I murmured surprised.

Viserys: Before Aegon's death, the last Valyrian pyromancers hid their song in steel.- he tells taking the knife out of the fire, revealing a writing on the edge and offers me the dagger in stealth.

Rhaenyra: "From my blood the prince who was promised will be born and his will be the song of Ice and Fire."- I read what it says on the red-hot knife and I look at my father.

Viserys: The responsibility... that I have bequeathed to you, and what I have transmitted to you matter more than the throne, than the king and much more than you, and your desires.- he says with venom and reproach in the last part. -Jaehaerys would have disinherited you.- he assures me, keeping the dagger.

Rhaenyra: For lying? - I ask confused and a little curious about what he has to tell me. -You still haven't asked me what really happened.- I defend myself when my father starts to walk away.

Viserys: The truth is not what matters, but appearances.- he reproached me with some annoyance. -You have exposed yourself with your actions and we will both suffer the consequences.- he informed me approaching me.

Rhaenyra: If I had been born a boy, I could sleep with whoever I wanted.- I reproach him with a bit of anger. -Having a dozen bastards and no one in court would be unmoved.- I point out the reality of this whole situation.

Viserys: Right. But you were born a woman.- he reproaches me through his teeth.

Rhaenyra: That's why you will strip me of my titles and name Aegon as your heir.- I reproach him, knowing that it is what many in court and especially in his closest circle want.

Viserys: I should! - he yells at me angrily. -But I must keep the kingdom united, not show more discord.- he makes it clear. -There will be no more courtships, you will marry Ser Leanor Velaryon and you are going to do them without any protest.- He considers the conversation closed and I look at him scared.

Rhaenyra: The son of the sea serpent? - I ask with venom. -Now I am the solution to your political problems.- I reproach him through my teeth.

Viserys: You are my political problem! - he exclaims even more annoyed and then surrounds me. -Your marriage to Ser Leanor Velaryon will unite the two most powerful houses in the kingdom. Joining the strength of our dragons to their fleets, no one will dare to challenge us.- he explains from my back. -The house of the Dragon will remain united for another generation.- he assures causing me to turn to see him.

Rhaenyra: I'm not going to marry Ser Leanor Velaryon.- I seriously deny.

I'm not going to marry anyone other than Y/n Strong, much less after what happened last night. I will not accept being my father's bargaining chip and pay for what he did to reject Laena Velaryon a few years ago.

Viserys: You will marry whoever I tell you to and this discussion ends here.- he orders angrily.

Rhaenyra: No.- I deny, staring at him for sure, I'm not going to give in.

Viserys: Rhaenyra.- he growls annoyed. -You will do what you are told, because until now you have had all the options in the world and you have wasted them. You have not been able to choose, so I have already chosen for you and you will do what you are told.- he says emphatically.

Rhaenyra: You promised that I would choose and I have done it.- I throw into his face with fury.

Viserys: No, you haven't.- He denies annoyed. -We prepared a tour of several moons so that you could choose and not only did you not choose a suitor, but you ended the tour prematurely.- he reminds me with venom.

Rhaenyra: But that's not true.- I deny in my defense.

Viserys: What part of everything I've said isn't true?- he asks me sarcastically. -That you ended the tour early, that you came back without choosing a consort or the headaches that you are causing me? - he asks, getting more and more angry.

Rhaenyra: The one that i haven't chosen a consort.- I answer honestly. -Yes, I've chosen it, but you haven't given me time to tell you and you're already marrying me to a Velaryon to fix what you messed up by refusing Laena's hand!- I exclaimed angrily at him.

Viserys: I don't care. You will marry Leanor Velaryon and that is my last word.- he says, ending the conversation.

Rhaenyra: If you make me marry Leanor, I plan to get on Syrax and you will never see me again.- I assure him with all the honesty in the world.

Viserys: Don't threaten me, because I'll make them lock you in your bedroom until we have to go to Driftmark and until your wedding day.- He threatens me, pointing his finger at me.

Rhaenyra: It's not a threat, father, I'm being honest and I plan to comply with it.- I assure you. -And even if you lock me in my room, I plan to escape somehow and I assure you that you will not see me again.- I insist with sincerity and security.

Because locking myself in my room won't prevent me from leaving, since now I know the secret passages and escaping will be easy.

Viserys: You're not going to talk to me like that, young lady.- He threatens me with his finger.

Rhaenyra: It's not a threat, it's a choice.- I clarified with a calmer tone. -I'm giving you the choice between allowing me to marry whoever I want, or forcing myself to marry Laenor Velaryon and never seen me again.- I explained the options, seeing his pensive face.

He stays silent for a few minutes, processing the information I've given him and deciding what to do.

I just hope you take my ultimatum seriously, because I'm completely serious and as much as it hurts, I won't last to run away.

Viserys: Who? - he asks tiredly after a while in silence.

Rhaenyra: Who what?- I ask confused.

Viserys: Who is the consort you have chosen?- he asks letting out an exhausted sigh.

Rhaenyra: Lord Y/n Strong.- I respond with a certain amount of nervousness, because of how his reaction will be and what he will say.

Viserys: Your personal guard? - he asks, opening his eyes in surprise.

Rhaenyra: Yes.- I answer with a nod.

Viserys: Why him? - he asks with obvious fatigue from the whole situation and the conversation we are having.

Rhaenyra: Because he's kind, he cares about me and not just because it's his job, he's interested in what I like, he treats me like any other person and not like the heir to the throne, because he's intelligent and among other things because he likes me. He makes me feel loved, cared for and protected when he is around.- I enumerate as honestly as possible, seeing how the muscles in my father's face relax and take on a softer gesture.

Viserys: I guess a promise is a promise and I have to keep it.- he sighs, scratching his forehead. -I suppose that not having sent a scroll to the Velaryons yet is something positive.- he comments and I look at him with a shy smile.

Rhaenyra: Does that mean I won't have to marry Leanor Velaryon and I will marry Y/n Strong? - I ask trying to stay calm.

Viserys: Yes.- he nods causing me to let out an excited cry.

Rhaenyra: Thank you, thank you, thank you.- I thanked running towards my father and hugging him carefully.

Viserys: You don't have to thank me for anything.- he whispers against the top of my head, hugging me back. -But the wedding will take place as soon as possible and in my own way.- he assures me and I nod effusively.

Rhaenyra: As long as I marry Y/n I don't care about the form or the date.- I admit with a huge smile. -But I have a doubt.- I comment separating myself from him and making a serious gesture.

Viserys: What is your question, daughter? - he asks me a little more relaxed than when we started the conversation.

Rhaenyra: What do you plan to do with the vulture that perches on your throne? - I ask, referring to his hand and father of his wife.

Viserys: What vulture? - he asks confused.

Rhaenyra: Your hand.- I answer caressing one of the buildings on his old Valyria model.

Viserys: Otto Hightower has served two kings with loyalty and fidelity. - He defends him immediately.

Rhaenyra: He wants you to name Aegon as heir, and he's willing to do anything to get it. Even to spy on me to get me out of the way.- I assure him and i don't have to see anything other than how fast he has come out with rumors about me. -You tell me about the vision of the Conqueror and the need to strengthen and unite the entire kingdom. But how will you achieve your goal if your hand only watches over its interest? - I ask him with sincere concern.

Viserys: Any lord or lady who asks for an audience with me, my current and previous councils, all look out for their interest. It is something inevitable- he tells me without giving much importance to being used.

Rhaenyra: I disagree.- I shake my head. - I will do my duty and marry Lord Y/n. But fulfill yours as king.- I say to end the conversation.

After one last look at my father, I walk towards the doors of his bedroom and open them to leave his room.

I just hope he listens to me and gets rid of Otto Hightower, because all he wants is to come to power somehow no matter what the price.

And if I've learned anything in this life, it's that a person as ambitious as he is dangerous.

It is always said that you have to keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. But in this case, the enemy is Otto Hightower and it is best to have him as far away as possible, and without any kind of power or influence in the castle.

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Tara Carpenter -- "The lies I keep" (Part 2)

Tara Carpenter x Male reader/oc

Summary: Having a normal life is difficult after the one she considered her best friend tries to kill her and causes distrust in everyone she meets. But something or rather someone manages to enter her heart and hiding that person is the best thing that occurs to her.

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(If you haven't seen Scream VI yet, don't read this because it contains spoilers or read it, but at your own risk.)

Tara POV

It was finally Friday and that means Halloween. I hadn't had much time to organize my costume, so I decided to look at what I had in my closet and decided to go as a pirate.

It was an easy, simple costume, and i had everything i needed for it, so i wouldn't have to spend anything buying the costume. I finish tying the bandana over my head and make sure I have my inhaler, apartment keys, and cell phone.

I walk out of my room, finding my roommate Quinn sitting on the living room couch and channel surfing on the TV.

Tara: Last chance to come.- I warn her, stopping by the door of the apartment.

Quinn: Don't worry, if my date doesn't turn out well or I get bored, I'll let you know.- she assures me with a smile.

Tara: Okay.- I accept opening the door. -Goodbye.- I say goodbye going out the door.

Quinn: Bye ! - I hear how she shouts from the other side of the now closed door.

I walk downstairs, looking at my phone and texting my boyfriend to let him know I'm on my way to the party. His response is not long in coming, letting me know that he is already at the party and that he will be waiting for me in the kitchen.

I put the phone in my bag with a smile, walking out of the building and seeing my group waiting for me outside the building.

Mindy: Finally ! - she exclaims raising her arms in the air.

Tara: Don't be exaggerated.- I deny funny. -You have told me that you were here less than five minutes ago.- I roll my eyes at her attitude.

Mindy: Whatever.- she says downplaying my answer. -Let's party! - she screams completely excited.

Chad: Ye ! - exclaims high five with his sister.

Anika: You two are ridiculous.- she laughs, amused by the attitude of the twins.

Chad: What does the little pumpkin say? – he asks amused placing his hand next to his ear.

Mindy: Idiot.- she laughs, hitting him on the arm and hugging her girlfriend by the shoulders. -Don't mess with my girl.- she threatens him with her finger.

Chad: I'm your brother! – he claims pretending to be offended.

Mindy: That's exactly why I´m choosing her.- she winks amused, causing everyone except her brother to laugh.

Ethan: If you feel better, I would choose you.- he assures his roommate.

Chad: See! - he tells his sister. -You would have to do this.- he comments, approaching his friends body by the shoulders to his own body.

Mindy: That's because Ethan is obsessed with you.- she assures him with an evil smile and I try to hold back my laughter.

Ethan: That's not true.- He immediately denies energetically.

Mindy: Surely not.- she says raising an eyebrow and I can't hold back my laughter anymore.

Tara: Leave it alone Minds .- I tell my friend between laughs as well as Chad and Anika .

We keep laughing and walking towards the party, talking nonsense without any meaning. Chad and Mindy being the biggest reason for our laughs.

Jason: Oh, Hey Tara.- I hear how someone greets me and I turn around seeing a classmate.

Tara: Jason , hello.- I greet you back in a friendly way. -Are you and Greg going to come to the OKB party?- I ask kindly.

Jason: If Greg finishes his Spanish project then yes, we will.- he answers with a smile. -Is your sister going?- he asks with confusion and interest.

Tara: No, Sam wouldn´t be caught dead in a party. - I deny a bit amused by the question.

I mean, if it were up to my sister I wouldn't be going to this party either, much less without her "supervision". So the very idea of Sam coming to one of the college parties is complete insanity.

Jason: There's a first time for everything.- he assures me amused and I shake my head starting to walk away.

Tara: Not tonight though.- I assure him with a smile, walking away and returning to the group.

Jason: Can't you convince her? - he asks me and I turn to see him.

Tara: No, that's not my problem; It's yours.- I answer with a small laugh as I walk away.

Jason: Save me a drink.- he asks me when I'm already a bit far away.

Tara: Okay, see you.- I say goodbye to him, returning to the conversation that my friends are having.

It doesn't take us much longer to get to the house where the party is taking place. We entered through the open door, immediately being hit by the smell of sweat and alcohol from inside.

I take a deep breath, remembering that the last party I went to was a trap and people ended up dying.

We entered the house and divided into two groups. Chad and Ethan head into a room, while Anika , Mindy , and I walk over to the table of the drinks.

Anika: Let's dance!- she yells for us to hear, grabbing her girlfriend's arm and pulling her onto the dance floor.

Tara: I'm going to the bathroom for a moment!- I shout at them to hear and upon receiving an affirmative signal I walk towards the kitchen.

I walk carefully through the crowd, holding my drink in one hand and very subtly pushing people aside with the other. The last thing I want is to upset someone or spill my drink on myself.

I enter the kitchen, seeing people drinking and talking to each other. My gaze wanders instead, searching for an exact person and I find it talking animatedly with two boys.

I walk towards him with a smile, as I get closer my gaze runs over his body and I look at his clothes with confusion.

Tara: Hello! – i greet placing a hand on his forearm.

Y/n: Tara!- he exclaims with a huge smile. -You've finally arrived.- He leans towards me giving me a quick hug.

Tara: We've come walking.- I explain with a smile. -What are you dress as?- I ask confused, seeing the fake wounds and the dirty clothes he's wearing.

Y/n: I´m Nathan Rake.- he answers me with a smile and I look at him just as confused. -Uncharted 4 ? _ - asks and I deny. -A character from a videogame.- he explains simply and I nod.

Tara: At least you look good.- I assure him, looking at him from top to bottom and biting my lip.

Y/n: You don't look bad at all as a pirate.- He winks at me with amusement. -Tara, this are my friends Cole and Ian , guys, this is Tara.- he introduces us and I greet them with my hand.

Cole: So you're THE girlfriend? - he asks with a smile and I nod. -Well, it was time to meet you, this guy won't stop talking about you.- he tells me, hugging my boyfriend by the neck and bringing him closer to him.

Ian: And whimpering not being able to spend time with his girlfriend.- he tells me with a funny pout.

Y/n: Idiots.- he insults his friends for making fun of him, pushing Cole off of him and standing next to me.

Tara: I guess now you can't complain.- I say amused looking at my boyfriend and listening to how his friends laugh.

Y/n: How funny you all are.- he says sarcastically, crossing his arms and with a serious gesture in his handsome face.

Tara: Just kidding.- I assure him, hugging him around the waist.- Now let's dance.- I tell him with a smile, breaking away from the hug and grabbing his hand to pull him away. -Bye guys.- I wave goodbye to his friends.

Y/n: Do you want to dance? - he asks close to my ear so that I can hear him.

Tara: No, but I want to be alone with you.- I explain loud enough for him to hear me.

Y/n: Alone? - he asks me with an amused and suggestive smile.

Tara: Shut up, you fool.- I answer with a smile, pulling him towards the corridor.

Y/n: And why don't you shut me up? - he asks me amused and I stop walking when we stand in a corner of the corridor next to the stairs of the house.

Tara: You would like that, right? - I ask, staring into his eyes and taking a long sip of my drink.

Y/n: I wouldn't be oppose to it.- he assures me shrugging his shoulders, leaning his back against the wall and raising an eyebrow at me in challenge.

I just remain silent, staring into his eyes and drinking from my red glass calmly.

He does exactly the same as me and stares at me with that damn smile. He knows exactly what he's doing smiling in that attractive way and how much I like it.

XY: Do you guys want a shot? - a guy interrupts our staring, with a tray of large plastic syringes with colored liquids in them.

Y/n: I do.- he accepts taking a green one and drinking it without even asking what it is.

Tara: What´s in them? - I ask the guy almost screaming.

XY: The orange ones are vodka with peach, the red ones are gin with red fruits and the green ones are tequila with melon.- he answers me with a smile, pointing to the syringes.

Y/n: I'll take another green one.- he warns him, receiving a nod in response and drinking another green shot.

Tara: I'll take the red one, thanks.- I thank her by taking the syringe with the red liquid and injecting the content into my mouth. -It's strong.- I assure, contracting my face due to the strong taste of alcohol.

Y/n: Try the green one, it's fine.- he tells me and I look at him a bit unsure.

Tara: Can I? - I ask the boy, leaving the empty syringe on the tray and pointing to the other one.

XY: Of course! - he exclaimed with a huge smile. -You can take how many you want.- he assures us and my boyfriend shrugs, picking up a red one with a smile.

Y/n: Thank you.- Thank you and take what's in the syringe. -It's not so loaded.- He denies when he finishes it.

Tara: And this one is not good. - I deny with a face of disgust, when the alcohol flavor is stronger than before in the green one.

XY: If you want more, I'll be around the place.- he tells us and walks away offering shots to the other people in the party.

Tara: It's disgusting. - I deny without finishing the green shot.

Y/n: Don't exaggerate.- he laughs, leaving the empty alcohol syringe in a nearby bowl. -If you don't want it, I'll drink it myself.- he assures me, pointing to the object in my hand.

Tara: Don't even dream of it.- I deny with an evil smile, before finishing the rest of the shot and finishing what was left in my glass at once; to avoid gagging at the horrible taste.

Y/n: Eyy! – he exclaims for my action. -At least breathe.- he laughs taking my empty glass and the syringe from my hands.

Tara: That was so disgusting, I don't know how you were able to take two.- I assure him, running my tongue over my lips and wiping away the remains of alcohol on them.

Y/n: It wasn't so bad, you're exaggerating.- He assures me, leaving my things in the same bowl as before.

Tara: I'm not exaggerating, what happens is that I do have taste buds and you don't.- I assure him amused approaching him.

Y/n: Whatever you say. - He shakes his head in amusement, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to his body.

Tara: That's how I like it, that you understands who's in charge in this relationship.- I smile with superiority, placing my hands on his neck and caressing the short hair in the place.

Y/n: Are you having a good time? - he asks me with a loving smile.

Tara: With you always.- I assure him, before standing on my tiptoes and pulling at his neck so we can join our lips.

The kiss begins slow and superficially. His hands go from being placed on my hips, to being placed on my lower back so that I can stick my body completely to his.

My hands go into his hair as the kiss begins to deepen and his tongue makes contact with mine.

I tug at his hair as he sucks on my tongue and I moan softly against his mouth. He knows that suckinh my tong drives me crazy and I that I love it.

POV You

The kiss had lost all its softness and innocence a long time ago. I don't know how long we've been making out, but my hands were now on my girlfriend's ass and while one of her hands was still on my neck, the other was under my shirt.

I growl excitedly, feeling her nails scratch my stomach and the way she tugs at my hair as I squeeze her ass into me.

Tara: Do you want to go to my house? - she asks me with her breath agitated against my lips.

Y/n: Now? - I ask surprised trying to calm my breathing.

Tara: Later.- She answers me with a suggestive smile. -I can try to sneak you in so my sister doesn't see you.- she comments and I swallow heavily.

Y/n: Are you sure? - I ask a little insecure, not wanting to pressure her and make her feel forced to accept because of the situation we are currently in.

Tara: Yes.- she nods clinging impossibly closer to my body. -And from what I can feel, you are too.- she smiles with suggestion and amusement, rubbing herself subtly against my body. -But first I'm going for another drink.- she says separating from me immediately and looking at me with a devil smile.

Y/n: Tara! - I exclaim surprised and a bit embarrassed, seeing my girlfriend walk away from me and hearing her laugh.

Tara: You wait for me there still! - she yells over her shoulder with an evil smile.

I quickly covered my lap with my hands, trying not to show my erection in my pants and trying to appear as casual as possible.

As I wait, I tilt my head back and close my eyes to try and calm myself. But from the alcohol i consumed I get dizzy and decide that is better if I keep my eyes open.

I smiled and nod to people passing by, trying to be friendly and getting greetings back.

But my smile disappears immediately, when I see my girlfriend holding hands with another guy and walking towards the stairs. I open my eyes worried, when I recognize the guy and I know that nothing good can come out of him.

I quickly run towards them, grabbing Tara's other hand and pulling her towards me causing the other guy to let go of his hand.

Frankie: What's wrong with you, idiot? - he asks me in a somewhat aggressive way.

Y/n: She's not going anywhere with you.- I answer seriously, sticking my girlfriend to my body and pulling her away from him.

Frankie: And who the hell do you think you are to decide that?- he wonders taking a step towards me.

Y/n: Her boyfriend.- I answer through my teeth and my answer makes him laugh.

Frankie: Well, no one would say that she has a boyfriend, because she has accepted too quickly to go up to my room with me.- he points to my girlfriend with a disgusting smile.

Tara: Y/n don't pay attention to him.- she pleads me, pulling my hand to get away from him. -He told me he had alcohol in his room.- she explains pulling at my arm, but I stand in my place and I don't move an inch.

Frankie: Come on, we all know what "I have a bottle in my room" means.- he assures putting his offer in quotes.

Y/n: I don't care, she won't go with you.- I deny through my teeth.

Frankie: And why don't you ask her if she wants to come with me or not.- she points to Tara with a smile, I take a step forward with the intention of putting him in his place and making him understand that my girlfriend wouldn't go with an asshole like him to nowhere.

But my plan is interrupted, when Frankie is pushed aside and someone separates me from Tara.

Chad: Get away from her.- he growls at me aggressively, placing himself between Tara and me in a defensive manner.

Tara: Chad stop.- she asks trying to get out of his grip and stand between us.

Chad: Don't go near her again.- he threatens me by pushing my shoulders and I take a deep breath so I don't do something I might regret.

I see two girls approach Tara and grab her to keep her from getting closer. I can see the panic in her brown eyes and I try to reassure her with my gaze that everything is okay.

Y/n: Look, I wasn't doing anything.- I answer him calmly with my hands in the air. -I was only separating her from Frankie.- I explained looking at the annoyed face of my girlfriend's friend.

Chad: I don't care, if you touch her again you'll find out.- he threatens me, pushing me with more force and making me fall to the ground.

Tara: Chad! - she screams trying to get loose of what I suppose are her friends hold.

I carefully pick myself up off the ground, avoiding to react and plant a punch right across his face. Because I know that even though Tara would understand if I defended myself, he's still one of her best friends and she'd be upset if I hit him.

Sam: Sorry to interrupt, but I'm going to tase you in the balls real quick.- I hear someone say and suddenly I feel a painful electric shock in my parts.

I fall to the ground in pain, placing my hands on my private parts and feeling an intense pain in them. I close my eyes, feeling the electric shock go through my body and how my parts throb with pain.

Tara: Sam! - I hear how he screams and in less than two seconds I feel a pair of hands on my face. -Y/n are you okay?- I listen as she asks me and I open my eyes to see her face full of concern.

Y/n: It hurts.- I growled, resting the side of my head on the ground.

Tara: I'm so sorry.- She apologizes and helps me sit up. -Are you better? - she asks me and I nod. -Do you think you can get up and walk? - she asks again and I look at her with a grimace.

Y/n: I guess.- I answer a little insecure.

Tara: Well, I'll help you get up and we'll get out of here, okay? - she asks me with a small smile and I nod.

My girlfriend helps me get up off the ground, which is not very difficult and painful. But when I start to walk, I can feel a painful shock with each step I take. Her arm wraps around my waist so I can get support and she wraps my arm around her shoulders.

We leave the party, under the watchful eye of everyone and the confused gaze of her friends and what I assume is her sister.

We don't get very far, before her friends stop us and Tara turns around in a huff.

Tara: What?!- she yells at his sister. -What the hell do you want now? Don't you think you've done enough? - she attacks her and I move uncomfortably next to her.

Sam: I was just defending you.- she answers immediately.

Tara: But I don't need you to defend me! - she yells at her angrily. -You don't understand that I can defend myself, that I don't have to depend on you for everything and that I don't need you to take care of me as if I was a fucking little girl! - she yells at her and I look around uncomfortably, avoiding the gaze of her friends.

Sam: If you're not a kid, stop acting like one.- She throws at her just as annoyed. -You can't escape to a party, without telling me anything and getting into dangerous situations for yourself.- she assures her with an angry tone.

Tara: Everything was under control.- she assures her impatiently.

Sam: Sure, everything was under control when I arrived.- she says sarcastically, crossing her arms.

Tara: It was, until Chad got in the way and you showed up with that fucking taser .- she says pointing to her friend and then pointing at her sister. -All because you can't leave me alone, I don't need bodyguards and being controlled all day. If I have a problem I solve it myself and I don't need you to come to "save me" - she says using the quotes.

Chad: They were going to take advantage of you.- he defends himself pointing at me and I look at him angrily at his suggestion.

Tara: And as always, you fix everything with violence, right? - she asks his friend. -And if he was going to take advantage of me, it's my life and I decide what I want or don't want to do! - she exclaimed in frustration.

Sam: So you were going to let them take advantage of you? - she asks with a surprise tone.

Tara: It's not about that Sam, for God's sake.- she growls frustrated. -It's about you drowning me in your overprotection, I can't leave the house without you controlling me, I can't have friends because you scare them away and I can't have a boyfriend because you tase them in the balls!- she yells, pointing me at the end and I open my eyes surprised by her admission.

Sam: Wait what? – asks confused processing what her sister just said. -Do you have a boyfriend? - questions completely lost and surprised.

Tara: Yes Sam, I have a boyfriend.- She answers as if it were obvious. -A boyfriend who was taking care of the situation, before Chad showed up like a crazy person and you assaulted him .- she assures with a tired sigh.

Sam: Since when? - questions her calmer.

Tara: Months.- she answers simply looking over her shoulder and giving me an apologetic smile.

Sam: And why didn't you tell me? - she asks with a slightly hurt tone in her voice.

Tara: For this very reason.- She points between the two of them. -Because if I had told you that I was meeting someone, your reaction would have been to forbid me to go out and control even the smallest step I take. Because you don't trust anyone and even if you're not ready to trust someone and start a relationship, it doesn't mean I'm not ready either.- she explains more calmly, holding my hand and intertwining our fingers.

Sam: And why do you think it is? - she asks rhetorically. -Because last time, my own boyfriend turned out to be a psycho murderer and it put you in danger.- she reminds her and I bite my lip nervously from the palpable tension around us.

Tara: But that doesn't mean that everyone who approaches us is a murderer.- she tells her with certainty. -I trust Y/n and I know he would never hurt me.- she assures her sister, staring at her and squeezing my hand.

Sam: Tara you know I don't p .. - starts with a tired tone, before being interrupted by my girlfriend.

Tara: No Sam, I'm done! - she exclaims tired letting go of my hand. -Why are you here? Why are you here in New York when you hate this and work at two shitty jobs at the same time? - she asks taking a step towards her.

Sam: To protect you.- she answers as if it was obvious.

Tara: but I don't need protection! - she yells fed up with the whole situation. -You disappeared from my life for five years, five, and now you come back to control me. You have to let me go and let me live my life the way I want.- she says letting her shoulders fall.

Her sister is unable to answer as a small group of girls walk past us and one of them ends up spilling a drink on him.

I widen my eyes, looking at my girlfriend's older sister and the slightly dark stain on her white sweater.

Tara: Let's go.- she tells me, calling my attention intertwining our hands and pulling me to start walking.

We walk in silence, with my girlfriend being the guide and me keeping quiet to give her space. Although I have only known her for a few months, I know that right now what Tara needs is silence and tranquility.

I also know that her head is processing everything that has happened and that once she is ready, she will speak. But until then, all I can do is give her the space she needs to think and then I'll listen to whatever she wants to tell me patiently.

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Tara Carpenter -- "The lies I keep" (Part 1)

Tara Carpenter x Male reader/oc

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(If you haven't seen Scream VI yet, don't read this because it contains spoilers or read it, but at your own risk.)

POV You

New York has always been my home, my safe place. The hustle and bustle of the streets during the day and the background noise 24/7 relax me in a strange way. Born and raised on the Upper East Side, in Manhattan, and I know the city like the back of my hand.

My life felt like the one in the movies, when the protagonists explore and live every part of New York. Sometimes I even feel like I live inside the Gossip Girl series and that everything is perfect.

But let's face it, nothing is perfect and happiness is not eternal.

Yes, I live in a 300 square meter duplex and also, in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in all of New York. But what is the use of having such a big house, when your parents are never home and you are an only child.

Because one thing is clear and that is that to live where I do, you have to have money and a lot of it. But for my parents that has never been a problem.

Both my mother and father come from wealthy families, but other than that; my father is one of the best surgeons in the entire state and my mother has her own law firm. So the two generate a good sum of money.

But that also means one thing: travel. My parents have spent their lives traveling from one part of the state to another, either because the clients are very important or because of some kind of congress or some of those things.

But in their defense I have to say that they always call me to find out how I am, they are interested and concerned about me. In addition to the fact that when they are at home, they usually try to spend as much time as possible with me and try to be there for me.

And now that I'm in college, I'm officially living alone. My parents thought that I would like to have my own apartment and decided to buy me a flat for my birthday. Of course, it is a ten minute walk from where they lived and thus be close in case I need anything.

Although first they would have to be at home to help me, but I don't object since they let me choose the floor and the decoration.

XX: Hey .- I hear someone greet me, taking me out of my thoughts and returning me to reality.

I turn my head to the right, meeting the person who greeted me and I can't help but smile at his presence.

Y/n: Hello.- I greet with a huge smile full of emotion, causing the other person to laugh and sit next to me in class.

XX: What makes you so happy? - she asks me funny leaving her bag on the table.

Y/n: My girlfriend.- I answer shrugging my shoulders.

XX: Oh yes? - she asks me with too much interest and I nod. -And do I know her?- she asks resting her elbow on the table and her chin in the palm of her hand watching me.

Y/n: I don't know, maybe.- I answer with a grimace imitating her posture. -She has almost black dark brown hair, she has brown eyes, she is super intelligent, she has the most beautiful smile in the world and she is 1.55 cm tall. Do you know her? - I ask her funny.

XX: I'm not sure.- she says with a thoughtful face. -The description seems familiar to me, but I don't fall for it.- she denies with false disappointment.

Y/n: What a pity, because I was thinking of inviting her to eat and to see a movie, but I haven't seen her so nothing.- I comment letting out a fake sad sigh.

XX: Well, invite me then.- she suggests with an amused smile.

Y/n: I'm sorry Carpenter, but I'm a faithful man.- I shake my head, holding back my laughter and looking away.

Tara: Idiot.- she slaps me gently on the shoulder, letting out a laugh and causing me to do it too.

Y/n: But you like me that way.- I assure her with a smile, placing a lock of hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek affectionately.

Tara: Unfortunately.- she whispers frustrated rolling her eyes.

Y/n: Hey! - I exclaim offended, sitting upright in my chair and looking at her with crossed arms.

Tara: Just kidding.- she laughs hugging my neck and getting me closer to her. -I like you very, very, very much.- she assures me a few centimeters from my face.

Y/n: I don't know, I´m not sure.- I say with narrowed eyes. -You don't convince me.- I deny holding the smile that struggles to come to light.

Tara: And what can I do to convince you? - she asks a few centimeters from my lips and with an intense look.

Y/n: Food and a movie? - I ask appreciating her face in detail, or how little I can see with her closeness. -They have premiered a quite passable comedy.- I warn her with a slight smile, knowing that because of her past, the scary ones are a resounding NO and I understand it perfectly.

Tara: I can't.- she denies with a slight grimace and my smile disappears. - Mindy wants to try a new restaurant and if I disappear for a whole afternoon Sam would go crazy.- she explains and I nod.

Y/n: Maybe another day .- I sigh a little sadly, since we don't usually have many opportunities to spend time together and the truth is that I wanted to spend some time with her.

Tara: I promise you that this week we'll go eat together, okay? - she tells me and I nod again. -Thank you for understanding.- she whispers affectionately, before joining our lips and moving them slowly.

The kiss doesn't last long, as the teacher enters the class and everyone sits in their places. As the teacher explains today's material, I can't help but tune out what he says and think about my relationship.

I met Tara on the first day of class six months ago, when I was late because of traffic and the only free seat was next to her.

In the beginning, she always kept quiet and never spoke to me unless it was strictly necessary. But in the third week, they asked us to do a job in pairs and because we were sitting next to each other we had to do the work together.

In addition to the fact that she did not have many other options, since if she spoke to me only what was necessary, she had not even told her name to the rest of the class. So really I was her only option to do the job with.

During the first days when we did the work, Tara always kept a certain distance and limited herself to only talking about the work. At no time did she show interest in me as a person and in getting to know me.

So to avoid making her uncomfortable, I never asked her anything personal or anything that wasn't about work. And clearly, i didn´t tell her anything about myself either.

But at some point during the job, she began to feel more comfortable and became a little closer. She even came to ask me about my life and has told me some things about hers.

Two weeks later, though, Tara would admit to me that she had lied to me about a few things, like that she wasn't really from Michigan but from Woodsboro and that the scar on her hand didn't come from a kitchen accident, but that someone had attacked her disguised as Ghostface half a year ago or so.

At first I was surprised by her story and she apologized for lying to me, but she didn't feel safe to tell me the truth until that moment. I understood, since it doesn't have to be pleasant to live that experience and have someone as close as your best friend try to kill you.

That makes anyone distrust all the people they know and those they will meet at some point in their life.

So I didn't give it any importance and I didn't ask her any questions on the subject. Mostly because I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or stop talking to me forever.

From the first moment I thought that Tara was a very pretty girl, but with time and getting to know her a bit more, I cannot deny that certain feelings began to surface.

So I didn't want her to freak out over some stupid question i did and decided I wasn't to be trusted or something like that and then stop talking to me.

Although the unthinkable happened two weeks later, when we said goodbye after class I went to kiss her on the cheek and she accidentally moved, causing me to kiss her on the lips.

We were both shocked and embarrassed at the moment, but she just asked me if I would be interested in a coffee one day and a week later we were a couple.

Couple now of four and a half months more or less. And even though I couldn't be happier and feel like the luckiest man in my life, to have the most wonderful woman in the world as my girlfriend. Not everything is so perfect and happy.

It took a while for Tara to be completely alone and vulnerable with me. Which I understood perfectly and always let her decide the place of our dates.

On the other hand, it is also the fact that nobody knows that we are together or even that we are friends. I'm lying. No one of her friends and sister know that we are a couple or that we even know each other.

At first, the privacy of our relationship was understandable, since as I said before, because of her past it was difficult for her to trust people and something similar happened to her friends. But her sister was somewhat more possessive or at least that's what my girlfriend always tells me.

When I've asked her why we still keep our relationship or even friendship a secret, the answer is always the same: Sam.

She says that she is very overprotective and that she is always trying to control her. Besides, she doesn't trust new people, let alone love interests, since her ex-boyfriend was one of the murderers last year.

So her sister Sam's reason was quite understandable from my point of view, since at the end of the day all she wants is to protect her sister and make sure she's safe .

But that means that the time I spend with Tara, my girlfriend, is very limited and seems to always be timed.

I'm never going to complain about it, but it's hard for me to see couples making plans and spending time together, when I can't spend more than half an hour with my own girlfriend without someone texting her to find out where she is or if she is safe.

Every time I propose a plan, whether it's to eat something after classes, go for a walk or go to a cafeteria for a coffee, most of the time the answer is negative.

I don't even know how many times she has canceled me and promised to do the plan another day. At first I kept count unconsciously and tried to take her word for it. But over time I have stopped doing it.

It's sad and painful to tell the truth, especially when my friends; who do know that I have a girlfriend, ask me about her and about when they will meet her and stuff like that.

But I really like Tara and although this situation hurts me at times, she is worth it.

And who knows, maybe at some point she will get encouraged and introduce me to her friends as her boyfriend, or like a friend at least.

POV Tara

I leave my last class of the day, kissing my boyfriend goodbye and walking to where I know my friends are waiting for me.

I can't help but feel bad for rejecting Y/n's plan, because it's not the first time I've done it and I'm sure it won't be the last. I feel guilty for not giving him the time he deserves and even more so seeing how thoughtful he's been during class.

Y/n is the perfect guy and I don't understand how lucky I've been to meet him. He is attentive, calm, a bit of an idiot; but in a good way, he is affectionate, funny, he gives me my space and always respects my limits.

He didn't even get angry when I admitted that I had lied to him about most of the things I told him about myself, and he didn't stop treating me differently when he found out the truth.

He continued to treat me in the same respectful and kind way he had done since the day we met. And I think that was one of the things that made me fall in love with him.

But lately I'm being the worst girlfriend in the world. Between working on other subjects, my friends who have been too present in my plans lately, and my sister who doesn't let me breathe, I don't have a free moment to be with him.

Because let's face it, there would be nothing I would want more than to go eat something with him and then cuddle against him watching a movie. Because he doesn't remind me of Woodsboro, doesn't overprotect me or control me like I'm going to get jumped at any moment. He treats me like a normal person without a traumatic past and i love that.

With him I feel calm, I feel happy and normal. With him I'm just Tara Carpenter the girl he likes, not Tara Carpenter the survivor of Ghostface, the Tara who was betrayed by her own best friend and tried to kill her three times. And that's another reason why I adore him.

Mindy: There 's my girl!- she exclaims when she sees me nearby.

Anika: Hey! - she claims, slapping her on the arm. -I'm your girl.- she reminds her with an amused smile.

Mindy: Don't worry babe, there's Mindy for everyone.- she assures her with a smile, putting her arm around her shoulders and bringing her closer to her body.

Chad: Besides, Tara's my girl.- he says jokingly, putting his arm around my shoulders and winking at me.

Ethan: Are you guys together?- He asks pointing at Chad and me with confusion and something else that I can't make out in his eyes.

Mindy: He wish.- she laughs at the question and the rest except Ethan and Chad laugh.

Quinn: Tara is a too much of a woman for Chad.- My roommate supports my best friend and they high five.

Chad: Hey! - He exclaims offended and I come out from under his shoulder.

Tara: And if it's not clear, no Ethan, we're not together.- I reply to the shy boy laughing with my friends.

Ethan: Oh, like .. you , you know.- he says nervously, pointing to where his roommate is and where I had been a few moments ago.

Tara: Well no.- I answer with a friendly smile. -And … Are we leaving or not?- I ask wanting to change the subject.

Mindy : Yessss .- she answers with her arms in the air. -I've heard that it's one of the best Mexicans in all of New York and that its tacos are to die for.- she tells us excitedly, starting to walk and heading towards the restaurant she's been talking about for days.

Chad: Changing the subject completely - he starts while we're walking as a group. -Tomorrow is Friday and Halloween .- he hums happily.

Tara: I doubt that Sam will let me out no matter how much it's Halloween or Christmas. - I deny crossing my arms, angry with my sister and her way of controlling everything I do.

Chad: Oh come on Carpenter, are you not going to your first college Halloween party because your sister forbids you? - he asks me with a false pout.

Anika: Chad, leave her alone.- she tells her girlfriend's brother in my defense.

Chad: It's our time to enjoy.- he assures us with a huge smile. -Fuck Sam and let's enjoy that we're still alive! - he exclaims trying to convince us.

Mindy: I keep wondering how come your brain hasn't had a short circuit with all the nonsense you say.- she tells her brother with a frown and a little amusement .

Chad: Because I'm right and you know it.- He points at her with a contagious smile.

As the brothers start poking each other, I'm left thinking and Chad has a point. I've been in New York for six months and I haven't been to any college party or event other than classes because of Sam.

That is to say, I can't even arrive home more than an hour late after class, because if I arrive a little later, my cell phone is already burning and organizing a search team.

My boyfriend hasn't even been to my apartment, because my sister would go crazy that I have a close friend and even more if she finds out he's my boyfriend. I mean, there's a reason I haven't told Sam that I have a boyfriend.

Tara: As much as it pains me to say it, Chad is right.- I interrupt the twins, causing everyone's attention to be on me and some to look at me in surprise.

Chad: What did you say? - he asks me with an amused smile, placing his hand next to his ear and bringing him closer to me .

Tara: You're right.- I growled amused. -Sam has her psychologist on Fridays, so she won't be home to know if I'm going out or not.- I commented with a look full of security.

Chad: Yes ! - he exclaims happily punching the air. -Party? - he asks me with a smile full of emotion.

Tara: Party.- i agree with a smile.

Mindy : Sounds good to me.- she nods, shrugging her shoulders and starts to talk about costumes.

As we all start talking about costume ideas and tomorrow's plan. Quinn tells us that she can't go, since she has a date with a guy from tinder and knowing her, I know well not to be home tomorrow.

While Chad tells us about the parties that there will be and the different fraternities that give them, I secretly take out my cell phone and look for a contact in my messages.

I find the contact immediately, entering the chat and letting Y/n know about my plans for tomorrow.

The answer is not long in coming and the smile on my face increases in size unconsciously. He tells me that his friends are also going to the same party and that he had no intention of going out. But now that he knows I'm going out, he assures me that he will find a costume and that he will see me at the party tomorrow without fail.

I couldn't be more excited right now. Tomorrow I'm going out with my party friends, without Sam and her excessive control. I will see my boyfriend and I plan to take advantage of a moment of inattention on the part of my friends, to spend time with him and enjoy the party by his side.

And who knows. Maybe after the party, I can sneak him into my apartment and do what I've been wanting to do for a while now.

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Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 2)

Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc

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A couple of days had passed since the full moon and today is the day the Poe cup was held. I am going to participate together with my friends Xabier and Ajax and one of Ajax's gorgon friends.

The theme of our canoe is a mix between clowns and the joker, although I see us more as shady buffoons. But according to Xavier we are like the joker and according to Ajax we are clowns. So it's a mix.

Everyone is around the lake, where the competition is going to take place and the groups are ready to get into the canoes.

Enid: Y/n! - she exclaims screaming and running towards me dressed as a black cat. –You look a little scary.- she assures me, looking at Ajax and me from top to bottom.

Y/n: Thank you.- I say proudly, smiling broadly.

Wednesday: They're not scary.- she denies appearing next to my sister in the same costume, with cat ears and everything, but without the mustaches.

I look her up and down, noticing how the suit clings to her body and fits her like a glove. But I can also see her brows furrowing slightly in annoyance as well as her crossed arms.

Y/n: What happens, the kitten hasn't been given its sweets?- I ask my sister's friend with fun and with a false pout.

Wednesday: This kitten can tear you into 13 parts if she wants to.- she returns the comment with an intense look.

Y/n: I want to see you try, Addams.- I assure her, crossing my arms and with a superior smile on my face.

Wednesday: You better sleep with one eye open.- she threatens me directly and I just smile at her.

Y/n: Then I'll make sure to hide anything colored in my room, in case you see something colorful and don't tear me apart at the end.- I comment without removing the smile from my face and seeing how Wednesday's eyes narrow slightly.

Enid: What's going on here ? - I hear how she asks my friend in a whisper.

Ajax: I don't know.- he whispers back.- I think they're flirting.- He comments and I immediately look at him threateningly.

Wednesday: I don't flirt.- she denies in the form of a grunt. -I'm just telling this idiot what I can do to him if he continues to tempt his fate.- she tells my friend, pointing at me with her thumb, using her threatening tone and causing my friend to take a step back in fright.

Enid: I just came to wish you luck.- she tells me and Ajax. -Although you won't need it, because this year we are going to win.- she assures us with all the confidence in the world.

Y/n: As long as Bianca doesn't win I'm happy.- I commented raising my arms. -I can't stand Bianca's superior smile when she always wins.- I growled, crossing my arms.

Ajax: That's because you like Bianca and you hate when she rubs her superiority in your face.- he tells me with a smile full of fun.

Enid: Wait. Since when do you like Bianca?- she asks with a look of disgust on her face.

Y/n: I don't like her.- I deny immediately wrinkling my nose, feeling an intense and heavy gaze on me . -Is she attractive? Yeah. But it's Bianca, I could never like someone with the ego and personality that she has.- I assure my sister with an unappetizing gesture.

Enid: It's better for you, because this sister-brother bond ends up here if you like her.- she threatens me, pointing her index finger at me.

Y/n: I don't like her! - I exclaim in the form of a growl.

It's not to put Bianca down. That is to say, as a friend Bianca is fine, she helps you with your homework and listens to you when you need it. But as a couple I doubt it's the same.

I've known Bianca for years and even though my sister doesn't get along with her at times. I have spent more time with her, since she is Xavier's ex-girlfriend and since we are friends I had spent time with the ex-couple.

So I know Bianca well. She is a sensitive girl with maternal traumas, which prevents her from being her best version with people and causes her to act in a conceited way most of the time. But behind that facade, there is a good person and only very few people can really know her.

But as a girlfriend she is very bossy and demanding. So it would never occur to me to think of her in anything other than as a friend.

Wednesday: I wouldn't be surprised if you felt a certain attraction towards Bianca.- she assures causing us to look at her confused. -You are both immature, conceited, and insolent beings. You would make a good couple.- she nods to what she said, with a certain aggressive tone and I look at her confused.

Y/n: What?- I ask in a whisper, not understanding where her comment comes from and the tone with which she said it.

Wednesday: I have said what I have said and I do not take it back.- she says with her usual monotonous tone of voice and with her face impassive of any emotion.

The four of us remain completely silent, while I look at Wednesday confused and try to understand what just happened.

Enid: We're leaving.- She clears her throat, before grabbing her best friend's arm and pulling her towards the shore of the lake.

I just watch the girls walk away, frowning and completely confused with what just happened.

Ajax: Stop looking at Wednesday's ass or she'll tear your eyes out.- he whispers to me and I open my eyes surprised by his accusation.

Y/n: I'm not looking at her ass.- I deny immediately, looking away from the girls and directing it to my best friend.

Ajax: Aha, whatever you say friend.- he says patting my shoulder without much importance and following the path that the girls have taken moments before.

Y/n: I wasnt't! – i exclaim running after him, listening to his laughter and receiving confused looks from those present.

The last thing I need in my life is for Wednesday to get the rumor that I was looking at her ass and carry out the threat she made to me earlier. Plus I wasn't looking at her ass.

Wednesday POV

After the victory of the Poe cup, the worst example of kidnapping by Nightshade students and the stupid and unnecessary need to "work" in Pilgrim World, it's time to return to the investigation.

Having briefly stopped by the Weathervane and spoken to Tyler for information, I head to the original meeting house.

I walk through the woods, looking for what's left of the meeting house and hoping to find some clue regarding the monster. I need to find something, something that will help me advance my investigation and discover the identity of the monster.

In the distance I can make out the ruins of the original meeting house, so I quicken my pace a bit and safely enter it. I put the backpack on the ground, so Thing can come out and help me look around.

I look around, finding nothing important in sight and feeling a slight disappointment at the ruins of the place.

Wednesday: I also expected more.- I nod towards thing, who makes me some signs of agreement.

XY: Who are you talking to little girl- I hear a male voice behind me, so I turn around and see a rather scruffy older guy.

Wednesday: Use small and girl again to refer to me, and I do not assure you of your well-being.- I warn him with all the honesty that my body has.

XY: This is my house! Get out of here! – he orders starting to get angry.

Wednesday: Can you give me a hand? - I ask Thing and it immediately moves, throwing itself at the homeless man's neck.

I watch as the thing chokes him and grabs his chin for a few moments, before turning around and continuing to look through the ruins of the place.

Y/n: Can you tell why I just saw a thing choke a homeless man? - I hear a familiar voice, so I turn to the door of the house and watch the blonde boy for a few moments.

Wednesday: It's none of your business.- I answer monotonously and direct my attention back to the ruins.

Y/n: Ok.- I hear how he clicks his tongue against the top of his palate. -But why the hell are you searching through the ruins of this site? - he asks and I can hear his footsteps approaching me.

Wednesday: I'll repeat it again, it's none of your business.- I tell him again, lightly tapping a can of beer with my foot. -There's nothing here.- I assure, turning around and seeing Thing back in the ruins.

Y/n: And what are you looking for? - he asks again and I fight with all my might to not growl at him.

Wednesday: Nothing that interests you.- I assure him, turning my body towards his and staring at him. -Go away.- I order him firmly.

Y/n: And why would I? - he asks with a small funny smile on his lips. -That is to say, we are in a public place and you have no right to throw me out of here.- he assures me starting to walk around the place and look everywhere.

Wednesday: Maybe a don´t have that right, but I do have a knife and I warn you that I can use it.- I threaten him, trying not to show my frustration in my voice.

Y/n: Yeah, just like your threat to dismember me.- he comments humorously. -Last night I was waiting for you to show up, you know, so that you would cut me into 13 pieces and all that, but you didn't show up.- he reminds me and I look at him with narrowed eyes.

Wednesday: I can do it right now.- I assure him, narrowing my eyes just a few centimeters.

Y/n: Yes, well, right now I don't feel like it.- He pretends to be disappointed. -But going back to the main topic, why are you here?- he asks me again.

Wednesday: It's private.- I answer crossing my arms and without taking my eyes off him.

Y/n: So this has nothing to do with the monster and your investigation, right? - he comments with a proud smile and I grit my teeth.

Wednesday: How do you know about my investigation?- I ask him in a threatening way, taking a step towards him.

Y/n: Enid.- Answer as if it was the most obvious thing. -What I don't understand is what are you doing here? - he asks, moving his hands in reference to the ruins.

Wednesday: Searching for information for my research.- I answer simply.

Y/n: And what do you think you can find in a place like this? - he asks walking around the place.

Wednesday: I think I've already answered enough unnecessary questions on your part.- I assure him, refusing to continue wasting my time with him and looking towards Thing.

I see how he tells me to touch things, to see if I can get a vision and that it will be of help to my case.

Wednesday: No, I can't just touch something.- I tell the hand. -My visions appear spontaneously.- I remind him approaching the appendix. -I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice.- I assure him when he suggests the option.

Y/n: It would be something worth seeing.- He laughs from the other side of the house.

Wednesday: And can I know why you're still here?- I ask aggressively and he raises his hands up in the air.

Y/n: You don't have to be so aggressive.- he assures me with a frown. -But answering your question, I'm not going to leave you in this place alone and with a monster prowling through the forest.- he explained with a serious face.

Wednesday: I don't need your help or protection, I know how to do it on my own very well.- I assure him with a frown.

Y/n: Do what Thing told you.- he tells me changing the subject and I stare at him. -What? Maybe by touching the things in this place you can provoke a vision and that will help you in your investigation. - he explains to me as if it were obvious, shrugging his shoulders.

Wednesday: It won't do any good.- I deny seeing Thing supporting the wolf. -Do you want me to show you?- I ask and touch one of the wooden beams. -No.- I say walking to another part and touching a wall with both hands. -Nothing.- I assure them looking around me . -But I bet this will give us some clue.- I say ironically picking up a paper bag from the ground and raising it in the air, pretending to have a vision.

Y/n: You don't have to be so rude either.- He rolls his eyes at my actions. -Thing is just trying to help you.- He complains about my attitude.

Wednesday: He doesn't need you to defend him.- I assure him walking towards my backpack. -And my visions are as predictable as a shark attack. - I say picking up my backpack from the ground and walking towards the exit.

Y/n: Come on Wednesday, don't be like that.- I hear how his footsteps follow me. -You just have to touch a pa...- he begins but when I touch the door handle to leave, my body stiffens and everything turns dark.

As soon as I get into my vision, I see a crowd of people with torches and decide to hide behind some wooden barrels. I watch what happens and I see what happens between Goody Addams and Crackstone.

I see how outcasts or different people like me are burned in Jericho many years ago. I see how my ancestor escapes from the incandescence and from one moment to another I appear in a dark and smoky field.

Goody: He won't stop until he's finished with everyone.- she assures me erratically after running towards me . -He's here.- she says looking over my shoulder, which causes me to look too and see Crackstone approaching us.

Crackstone: You won't have any escape. - He threatens me with a gravelly and slightly distorted voice.

I stumble as I walk backwards, causing me to fall and rejoin in complete darkness for a few seconds.

Y/n: Wednesday!- he exclaims when I wake up, helping me to get up and sit on the now wet floor. -Are you okay?- he asks me with some concern on his face.

Wednesday: I have seen her.- I tell Thing. -The girl from my visions, her name is Goody Addams and I think she is my ancestor from 400 years ago.- I count feeling the raindrops fall on me and wetting my clothes more than they already are.

Y/n: Are you okay? - I hear how he asks again and I just nod in response. -Let's get you off the ground.- he tells me and helps me get on my two feet.

But my attention goes from the werewolf, to a noise behind one of the walls and I decide to walk towards it. I approached the wall, looking through one of the gaps between the wood and not seeing anything else in the forest.

Wednesday: It must have been that bearded man.- I tell the hand and the blond boy.

Y/n: Do you smell that? - he asks and I look at him strangely, while I observe how he sniffs the air of the place. -It smells different, there is something new and strange in the environment.- he comments looking around.

I just ignore it and look again through the hole from before. But suddenly, a big eye appears on the other side of the hole and the monster lets out a growl scaring me.

Y/n: Wednesday!- he exclaimed running towards me and pulling me back.

I just stare at the monster between the gaps in the wood, watching it look at me and start to walk away quickly.

Wednesday: Come on, let's go.- I say starting to walk quickly, leaving the house and running after the monster.

Y/n: Addams wait!- He yelled running after me. -Stop ! - he yells again and I can hear him closer to me.

I just ignore him, running and following the tracks the monster has left in the mud. I slow down, when I don't see the monster anywhere and I follow the footsteps.

As I follow the tracks, I can see how they go from being large to being smaller and more human-like. This means that the monster is human.

Y/n: What's wrong with you? - he asks me annoyed, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me up off the ground. -You can't just run after a monster like that.- he reproaches me, pulling my arm towards him and I look at him angrily.

Wednesday: Look, idiot.- I tell him, pointing to the footprints with my free hand, causing his attention to go from me to the footprints on the ground and his brows to frown.

Y/n: It´s human? - Asks surprised and confused without letting me go yet.

Wednesday: Yes.- I whisper a little uncomfortable, when I realize how my body presses against his and how his hand softens its grip on my arm.

I swallow hard, when his attention returns to me and an uncomfortable and unknown sensation invades my gut.

I am aware of the heat that emanates from his body against mine, contrasting with the cold that surrounds us and that my body reacts involuntarily sticking closer to his in search of heat.

I don't understand what's happening to my body, why I'm enduring such closeness from Y/n and why my body is reacting in such an absurd way to his presence.

I can even feel my dark heart beating in an exaggeratedly accelerated way, causing the noise of its heartbeat and the erratic breathing of both of us to be the only thing I hear.

Xavier: What the hell are you doing? - I hear behind me, making me separate myself from the blonde quickly and make sure to put as much distance between us as possible.

Wednesday: We're following the monster.- I answer completely ignoring what just happened and directing my attention to the boy under the red umbrella.

Xavier: Have you seen it?- he asks, starting to look around frantically. -Is it here? Do you want to die? - he asks only me, taking a step towards me and also covering me with the umbrella.

Wednesday: And what are you doing here?- I ask interested and suspicious of his presence in the place, just when the monster jut disappears.

Xavier: I heard that you were going to the old meeting room, I guess I've arrived a bit late.- he answers looking over my shoulder at the forest.

Wednesday: I have discovered something.- I assure, staring at him. - The monster is human, its tracks go from being monstrous to human.- I explain looking at him with some insecurity.

Xavier: Show them to me.- he asks me and I turn to point him to the place, but the heavy rain has erased the traces.

Wednesday: The rain has erased them.- I murmured loud enough for him to hear me, receiving an unbelievable sigh from him and I look at him seriously. -I know what I've seen.- I assured him firmly.

Xavier: I try to keep an open mind.- He defends himself quickly.

Wednesday: Y/n has also seen them.- I realize. -Right Y/n? - I ask turning to where the blonde is, but there is absolutely no one in the place he was occupying and that confuses me. -Where is he? - I ask confused.

Xavier: I don't know.- He shrugged without giving it importance. -I think you're right about Rowan.- he comments causing my attention to return to him.

Wednesday: And that change of heart? - I ask him interested and curious, that in just a few hours he has changed his opinion regarding his former roommate.

Xavier: I have written to him again today, I have told him that we could see each other to snowboard like last year.- he tells me while we walk. -This time he has answered me and told me that he was not going to be able to.- he tells me and I understand what he means.

Wednesday: But you didn't go snowboarding last year.- I say with certainty.

We talked a bit more about Rowan and why someone would cover up his murder. Before we part ways and I head back to the center of town.

Once downtown, I walk to the Crackstone fountain in front of the church carrying my cello and gesturing to thing to carry out our plan.

As the mayor gives his speech, my eyes travel over the face of each person present, stopping when they meet blue-green eyes.

I detail the frown on Y/n's face, seeing how his body is more rigid than usual and how he ignores what the people around her tells him. His attention is completely focused on the mayor, but he has a lost and somewhat dark look in his eyes.

So I can believe that he is angry or upset with or about something, but I don't know what and that bothers me. Because I don't understand the reason why I'm looking at him, because why I'm detailing his face and why I'm questioning everything.

It doesn't interest me and I shouldn't want to find out why the werewolf is angry. But not knowing why he's upset causes a nauseating and sick feeling inside me.

It's feels like some spiders were digging and trying to get out of my stomach.

I don't understand why I'm feeling this. What I do know is that I don't like it and that I want to stop feeling it right now.

I have to find a way to stop feeling this and I have to find it NOW!

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Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 1)

Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc

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POV You

Being a teenager these days is not easy and anyone who says otherwise is lying. With all the technologies that exist today , we are bombarded with images of a "perfect" society in which different people and special abilities have no place.

But we are lucky because Nevermore Academy exists , where the students are all people with special psychic abilities or as they also call us: outcasts and where we can be ourselves at all times.

The only bad thing about Nevermore is Jericho, the town is almost half an hour walk away and where the students of Nevermore are not looked upon with good eyes .

Ajax : Hey Y/n.- I listen making me get out of my thoughts and pay attention to my friend. -Have you seen your sister ? - he asks me interested entering my room.

Y/n: I haven't seen her since the end of classes.- I answer confused, stopping to observe the wall painted in the shape of stone and getting up from my desk chair.

When I got to Nevermore they put me with a roommate in the double rooms, but I had some problems with my transformations while sleeping and Principal Weems moved me to another room.

She decided it was better to get me away from the students a bit and have a room to myself. So my room now is at the top of one of the towers and I can decorate it however I want.

Xavier was my first friend at the academy so when they changed my room, he offered to paint my room.

So with my love for nature and the forest, I asked him to help me decorate the room as if it were a cabin in the woods.

And the truth is that it turned out quite well. We only had to sand the walls, so that the wood had a lighter color and paint one of the walls as if it were a giant rock. Shortly after, Ajax appeared with his friend and he helped me with the furniture and some other detail . And I will be grateful to them for all my life, since my room in my safe place in this academy.

(This is how Y/n´s room is, but without the horns chandelier.)

In addition to the fact that if it were due to my twin, my room would look like a unicorn's vomit and that would be a constant torture for the eyes.

I see how a lock of my blonde hair is placed in front of my eyes and it bothers me. I have medium length hair that is combed back with some mousse .

Y/n: Why are you looking for her?- I ask confused, accommodating my hair back with my hand and approaching him.

Ajax: Because I've heard that they've given her a roommate.- he answers with a slight grimace. -And you know what I heard from her roomie? - asks what I deny. -That she eats human flesh and not only that, but she killed a boy in her last high school and ate him whole.- he tells me and I look at him somewhat strangely.

Y/n: I don't think that's true. - I deny with a bit of disbelief.

Ajax: Well, that's what they told me.- he nods with his head between excited and worried.

Y/n: My friend, you know that not everything people say is true, right? - I ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ajax : I know.- He nods as if it were obvious. But who would invent such a thing ? - he asks me incredulously.

Y/n: Anyone who is bored.- I shrugged without giving it importance. -Are you coming to the square?- I ask him and he nods in response.

Ajax : You know something I don't understand?- he asks as we walk through the corridors of the school. –Why all the furry ones have hair everywhere and clearly you don't.- he comments pointing to my hair.

Y/n: Because my appearance does matter to me.- I answer without thinking too much about it.

Most of the werewolf students in this academy are rather scruffy, with long hair and not paying much attention to their appearance. But there are others to whom our physical appearance matters to us and we worry about having a good image.

Y/n: Do you know what I don't understand ? - I ask him funny. -That after years of being friends, you've realized now and not when we started to be friends.- I commented after he nodded.

Ajax : I suppose it's because I had never considered it.- he comments shrugging his shoulders.

I just shake my head and we continue walking towards the square. The square is where we students socialize and get together to plan things outdoors.

Ajax : Look, there 's your sister.- He points to the side of the square and yes, my sister is in the covered part of the place. -Come on.- he says and practically runs towards her.

I just look at him with a raised eyebrow, walking behind him and feeling a certain protectiveness towards my sister.

When I get to where they are, I only get to appreciate the face of situation and slight fear on my sister's face.

But when my sister steps away, I see a short girl with pale skin and black hair in two braids with bangs.

XX: Quite the contrary.- the new girl says impassively, staring at my friend who is now pale. -In fact, I make steaks with the bodies of my victims and feed them to my pets.- she says monotonously and without any facial gesture, causing a laugh on my part.

Y/n: I'm sorry.- I apologize clearing my throat when the three look at me. -It's not funny.- I deny, pressing my lips together to hold back my laughter, because of the look that my sister and one of my best friends are giving me.

Enid: Hee hee .- fakes an uncomfortable laugh. - Ajax , Y/n this is my new friend Wednesday and Y/n is my twin brother Wdnesday.- she introduces us, causing a slight interest in her eyes and I smiled in greeting.

Ajax : Wow, you're in black and white.- he comments, staring at the new girl. -Like a real Instagram filter.- he comments and I hit him on the neck. -Dude.- he complains, rubbing the back of his neck and giving me a dirty look.

Enid: Ignore him, he spends too much time getting high. Handsome but clueless.- she says pushing my friend, who runs away scared and I laugh before stopping processing the last thing he said.

Y/n: Kind of handsome but clueless?- I ask crossing my arms and frowning.

Enid: I don't know what you're talking about.- she responds playing crazy.

Y/n: You know exactly what I mean. - I accused her, completely ignoring the new girl. -You can't go out with Ajax.- I deny seriously.

Wednesday: And why can you tell her that she can't go out with that guy?– she question impassively and without any kind of emotion.

Y/n: Because there are rules between siblings and among those rules there is one not to go out with each other's best friends.- I comment with a fake smile. -And don't be offended, but this is none of your business.- I tell her somewhat sincerely.

Enid: Y/n!- she exclaims hitting my arm. -Wednesday is my friend now and you can't talk to her like that.- she reproaches me with some anger.

Y/n: Don't change the subject.- I point to my sister. -No.- I say seriously and walk away from them walking towards Xavier and Ajax .

Although my sister's new roommate seems interesting and I doubt the rumors about her are true, or at least the vast majority. I don't think getting close to her is the best thing.

Ajax: I swear Xavier, he looks like a living Instagram filter.- he tells our best friend.

Y/n: Do you want to stop saying nonsense? - I ask him a little funny. -She's a pale girl with black hair, it's not a filter.- I explain simply.

Ajax: But it looks like a black and white filter.- He defends his idea.

Y/n: You continue like this and you will end up seeing the day with a black filter.- I assure him with a somewhat evil smile.

Ajax: Don't even think about doing it again.- He points a finger at me, taking a step back and running to hide behind our friend.

Y/n: Try me.- I say moving my eyebrows in amusement.

Xavier: I don't want to repeat last year's discussion.- he assures us somewhat amusingly.

Ajax: Last year he started it and today he is starting it too.- he pointed out to me in the form of an accusation.

Y/n: How dare you.- I say with my hand on my offended chest. -It was you who stole my hamburger when I went to wash my hands and then I blamed Yoko.- I defend myself from what happened a year ago.

Ajax: Because it was Yoko who ate the hamburger!- he exclaimed with his hands in the air.

Y/n: So a vampire who feeds on blood ate a hamburger?- I ask ridiculously, trying to make him understand again what I told him last year.

Ajax: Yes.- he responds energetically.

Y/n: You tell him or I tell him.- I say with some exasperation to my other friend.

Xavier: Ajax , vampires feed on blood and don't usually eat anything else.- he explains slowly as if he were a 3-year-old child.

Ajax: Ok, I ate it and paid for it last year.- he admits again. -But I don't understand what's wrong with my opinion regarding the new one, you don't even know her and you're already defending her.- He points at me accusingly and I realize that it's true.

Xavier: Ajax is right about that, you've never defended anyone from a simple comment from this stupid one if it's not about your sister.- he comments intrigued, pointing to our gorgon friend . -Do you like the new girl? – he asks in a funny tone raising his eyebrow.

Y/n: What? No.- I deny immediately. -I've barely crossed two words with her and she doesn't look like she's looking for friends.- I assure him and they both look at each other, before looking at me with amusement .

Ajax: Y/n likes Wednesday, Y/n likes Wednesday.- he sings repeatedly and I growl at him angrily. -Oh oh.- he whispers looking at me with his eyes wide open.

Xavier: I would run away, my friend, before the wolf caughts you.- He comments amused and the gorgon does.

Y/n: Don't run away! - I shout starting to run after him and colliding with other students during the chase.

How dare he insinuate that I like Wednesday. I barely know her and in case I did like her, she's friends with my sister and that means I can't date her.

But I don't care, because I don't like it and there will be no problem with it. Exactly, I don't like her and I don't find her dark aura attractive at all.

That is, her dark aura is interesting to me? Possibly. That aura can be very attractive in a woman? It can also be. But that I like my sister's new pale roommate? No, that's a resounding and definitive no. Right?

Wednesday POV

I had barely spent two days in this jail and so far the events in my escape attempt have prevented my escape.

All because of three guys dressed up as religious fanatics and their crystalline masculine egos. If they hadn't turned up in the cafeteria, I'm sure Principal Weems wouldn't have found me and I'd probably be on a train away from this place by now.

But not. The events of this day lead me to this moment, playing my cello in the solitude and light darkness of the small terrace of my room.

With each chord, I try to feel better about my frustrated escape attempt. But it doesn´t make me fell any better.

Enid: How the hell did you get this big violin out the window? - she asks getting out to the terrace and looking at the musical instrument in my arms.

Wednesday: They have lent me a hand.- I answer unimportantly, referring to Thing.

Enid: Ok, and the rest of the body? - she asks with some fear, or maybe disgust.

Wednesday: It's one of the great secrets of the Addams family. - I answer leaving the bow on the sheet music stand.

Thing decides to enter the room, leaving me with my roommate in silence. Or at least until some howls can be heard breaking the silence of the night.

It is then that I realize what lunar phase we are in and a doubt arises in my head.

Wednesday: Why don't you howl? - I ask confused by her presence on the terrace and not in the forest with the rest of the wolves.

Enid: Because I can't.- She responds with a mixture of shame and perhaps sadness, and shows me her colored nails. -I only have this.- she refers to her claws moving away to the ledge. -My mother says that some people find it more difficult, but I have gone to the best lycanthrologists.- she tells me while I carefully put the cello on the ground. -I had to go to Milwaukee, can you believe it?- she asks ironically as I get up from the chair. -And he told me that there is a possibility that never... you know.- she explains without giving many details at the end.

Wednesday: And what will happen to you then?- I ask curious, walking towards her with crossed arms and placing myself at a safe distance from her on the ledge.

Enid: I'll be a lone wolf.- she answers, looking into the distance sadly.

Wednesday: That sounds very good.- I admit, imagining a world in which they would leave me alone on my own.

The Paradise.

Enid: Are you kidding?- she asks in an offended way. -My life would end completely, they would kick me out of the family pack with no prospect of finding a partner.- she explains as if it were the worst thing that could happen to her.

Wednesday: I still don't see the problem.- I comment sincerely, not seeing a problem in her situation.

Enid: I could die alone.- she exclaims in defense as if it were a weighty argument.

Wednesday: We all die alone, Enid.- I remind her sincerely.

Enid: No doubt you're terrible at it.- she says with a certain wet shine in her eyes and I look at her confused. -Cheering up people.- she clarifies and bows her head starting to cry.

Wednesday: Why are you crying ? - I ask confused in a monotonous way.

Enid: Because I'm sad.- she answered me obviously. -Have you never cried or has nothing affected you?- she asks with some curiosity.

Wednesday: It was the week after Halloween , I was 6 years old.- I start my story looking at the darkness of the sky slightly illuminated by the full moon. -I took Nero, my favorite scorpion for a walk in the afternoon and they ambushed us.- I tell her, recalling that fateful day. -They wondered what kind of geek would have a scorpion as a pet. Two of them held me down and forced me to watch. While the others ran over Nero, until...- I left the sentence in the air. -It was snowing when I buried what was left of it. I cried until I emptied what was left in my little black heart, but tears don't fix anything. So I swore never to cry again.- I finish telling my story.

Enid: Your secret is safe with me.- she whispers causing me to look at her for a few seconds. -But I still think you're very weird.- she says honestly.

Wednesday: The feelings are incredibly mutual.- I admit in the same way, before hearing a grunt and turning my face to the side.

At first I see nothing, until a black leg appears from the darkness of one of the corners and I become alert.

I see how from among the shadows of the terrace, a wolf as black as night and with blue-green eyes lets himself be seen.

Enid: What are you doing here? - I hear her question, causing me to look at her confused and realize that the question is addressed to the ferocious animal on the terrace.

The wolf just growls in response and takes a couple of steps towards us, causing me to take one back. I carefully observe the beast before my eyes, thinking about how to attack it and not get hurt in the attempt.

Enid: You shouldn't be here.- she tells him taking a couple of steps towards the beast and I open my eyes surprised at her stupidity. -You know there can't be boys in our rooms and last time Professor Thornhill almost caught you.- she reminds him a little angrily.

Wednesday: What are you doing? - I ask with some aggressiveness. -Do you want this beast to kill us?- I point to the animal, which as soon as it hears me growls at me and shows its teeth as a sign of threat.

Enid: To begin with; he's not a beast, he's my brother.- she denies reaching the wolf and caressing it between the ears. - And he usually comes to my room on full moon nights to comfort me.- she shrugged and I recover my impeccable posture.

Wednesday: Curious way of consolation.- I comment, tilting my head to one side and taking a better look at the wolf.

I detail the velvety appearance of its dark fur, the way in which its legs support its body and presence with grace and strength. I observe the pointed shape of his ears and the light color of his eyes fixed on me .

Enid: Do you want to touch it?– She asks and stop looking at the wolf to look at her. -He seems dangerous, but he really is like a puppy with a lack of affection.- she comments with a smile that's too big for my liking, hugging the wolf by the neck and earning a small growl from him.

Wednesday: I prefer to avoid touching the fur of that animal.- I say looking at the black hair. -I don't know where he's been and I don't trust an unknown animal.- I explain and I can see the confusion in my roommate's eyes.

Enid: But it's not just any animal, it's my brother.- she comments confused by my denial.

Wednesday: It's still someone unknown to me .- I remind her and by the time I realize it, my hand is on the animal's head.

Enid: You see how nothing happens.- she assures me with a huge smile, moving my hand over the surprisingly soft fur.

Wednesday: It's surprisingly soft.- I admit, feeling the strands of hair between my fingers.

Enid: I know, every night of the full moon Y/n comes to my room and consoles me for not having transformed yet.- she tells me. -And I usually comb his hair to calm me down.- she explains and I look between the animal and my roommate.

Wednesday: Anyway, it's late and the best thing will be to sleep.- I comment, stopping stroking the wolf and taking a step back to separate myself from him .

Enid: Sounds good to me.- she nods and without waiting for it, the wolf enters the room quickly, surprising me.

Wednesday: Where is he going ?- I ask confused, seeing how she also enters the room and I go behind her.

Enid: He usually sleeps with me.- she answers and I see the wolf already lying on her sister's bed. -I hope you don't mind, but it's warmer and more cuddly than a stuffed animal.- she makes a face, approaching her bed.

Wednesday: As long as he doesn't make any kind of noise I have nothing against it.- I comment looking at the wolf. -But if he makes any noise, he howles or he approaches my part of the room, I will make a coat with his fur.- I threaten seriously and I receive a growl from the wolf.

Enid: It won't be necessary to get to it.- she quickly denies with a scared face.

Wednesday: Perfect.- I nod walking towards my closet.

I quickly put on my night clothes and go out of the closet towards my bed. I turn off the light on my side and get into bed immediately.

I settle back into my usual sleeping position, placing my arms crossed over my chest and take a deep breath.

Enid: Good night, Wednesday .- I hear how she murmurs turning off the light on his side. -Good night Y/n.- she says in barely a whisper and I hear a faint, soft growl in response.

Wednesday: Good night, Enid and Y/n.- I say and receive a growl and a yawn in response.

I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep so I can put this fateful day behind me. But it seems that Morpheus avoids me and doesn't want to welcome me into his world.

I wait with my eyes closed and without moving an inch for sleep to overcome me, but I don't get it.

I toss and turn a bit, trying to steady my position in bed and trying to figure out why I can't sleep. Although I quickly realize that the posture is not the problem.

Maybe the problem is the constant reminder of my failure. Perhaps my failure to escape Nevermore has been deeper and more humiliating than I initially expected.

I come out of my thoughts, when I feel a warm and humid breath near my ear.

I quickly open my eyes and turn my face to the right, finding myself with clear eyes and a bundle full of hair.

Wednesday: I told you not to go to my side.- I growled, annoyed by the presence of the animal on my side of the room.

The wolf just lets out a soft growl, nuzzling his snout into my side and shoving me aside.

I look at him annoyed by his audacity to touch me and cross my side, but also confused by what he is trying to tell me. But my eyes widen even more , when he places one of his paws on my bed and pushes my body to the side with more force.

From one moment to the next, I find myself lying on one side of my bed and with a wolf on the other side of it nestling its head on my stomach.

I am completely confused by the position and presence of the wolf in my bed.

But I don't give it much thought, when I feel the body heat of the wolf wrap my body and the heaviness of my eyes becomes present.

All thought disappears from my consciousness and I am no longer aware of anything else . Morpheus has finally welcomed me with open arms and the reason why is unknown for now.

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Rhaenyra Targaryen -"The Personal Guard." (Part 4)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: The barely known third son of Lord Lyonel Strong, surprisingly ends up becoming the personal guard of none other than the Targaryen princess, after an incident in the forest.

Words: 4.239

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WARNING: Smut

Rhaenyra's POV

As soon as he turns to me , I can see all kinds of feelings flash through his eyes, from anger, sadness, betrayal, pain, and I can see his body tense up in my presence.

Y/n: What are you doing here, princess? - he asks coldly and I can't understand his attitude.

Rhaenyra: I thought we had agreed to call each other by our names and put formalities aside when we were alone.- I commented confused, looking around me and observing the place for the first time.

Y/n: It happens that I have realized that it is not appropriate. - I listen as he says and I turn my gaze towards him, seeing the muscles of his jaw contracted.

Rhaenyra: Has something happened? - I ask confused, taking a step towards him and feeling my heart ache when he takes a step back.

Y/n: I don't know.- He speaks with a certain irony. -I am not the one who enters other people's rooms without knocking and dressed as a page.- He points to my clothes with venom in his voice and I open my eyes surprised at his tone of voice.

I just keep watching him, confused by his behavior towards me and a little hurt by the way he talks to me. But I realize something. That when I entered his room, he thought I was his brother, and that means that Ser Harwin was probably in this room shortly before me.

Rhaenyra: You know.- I whisper with my eyes open.

Y/n: I don't know what you mean by "I know" - he makes quotation marks with his fingers. -But if you're referring to your night out with your uncle, yes, then yes I know.- he assures and I swallow heavily because of the nerves at his answer.

Rhaenyra: I can explain it.- I quickly defend myself, walking towards him and trying to grab his hands.

But when he sees me walking towards him, he shakes his head and steps back again, letting me know he doesn't want me around right now. Which hurts me, because in these months we have become very close and he is the person with whom I feel most comfortable.

Y/n: You don't have to explain anything to me.- He denies between his teeth. -What you do, or stop doing with your uncle or any man is none of my business.- he assures me, withdrawing his gaze from me, as if looking at me disgusted him or something similar.

Rhaenyra: Of course I have to explain to you.- I assured him with certainty, trying to keep my voice from shaking from the pain of his obvious rejection. -I want to explain myself to you, I want to tell you that it has happened with total sincerity, I want it to be your concern and I want you to believe me, because your opinion about me is more important than my own father's.- I assure him giving a step toward him with each word.

Y/n: It's not necessary, because I'm just your personal guard and not your confidante.- He shakes his head, still not looking at me and not reacting to my closeness.

Rhaenyra: But I want you to be my confidante.- I assure him, stopping in front of him.

Y/n: I don't.- He denies trying to get past me, but I grab his arm and stop him.

Rhaenyra: Don't run away from me.- I beg, feeling the stinging in my eyes, because of the pain of his attitude and rejection of me.

Y/n: I'm not running away.- He denies trying to release his arm from my grip, but it only makes me hold him tighter. -I'm drawing the line of our professional relationship.- he excuses, managing to break free, but I lunge at him and grab his dark blue shirt so tightly my knuckles turn white. -Let go of me, princess.- he asks me with obvious anger.

Rhaenyra: No.- I deny sticking my body to his. -I'm not going to let you go until you've listened to me.- I assure him with all the security and seriousness that I can have at this moment.

Y/n: You must let go of me and go to your chambers, princess.- he tells me seriously, placing his hands on mine and trying to free my hands from his shirt, but I just hold on tighter.

Rhaenyra: No.- I deny without stopping looking into his eyes. -I'm not going to let you go until you listen to me and I make sure that you're not angry with me.- I assure him with all the security in the world.

Y/n: And what do you have to explain to me?- he asks with some sarcasm. -That you've been hanging around the city, disguised as a page with your uncle and doing God knows what with him?- he asks venomously, still trying to let go of my hands.

Rhaenyra: I want to explain to you that for the first time in the eight and ten days of my name I have been free, I have left the castle without the need for an escort, that I have seen incredible things that I would never have imagined and yes, it has been in the company of my uncle; who has helped me to live all that.- I say with emotion, trying to make him empathize with me. -But believe me, I would have preferred a thousand times that it would have been with you to live everything I've experienced tonight.- I assure him with complete sincerity and I feel how he stops moving his hands.

The room goes completely silent, while we stare at each other and he processes what I just told him.

As time goes by, I dedicate myself to appreciating the warmth of his body due to the closeness between the two of us and his characteristic smell of pine and apple. I carefully observe his brown eyes, which have some green flashes and despite their normality, for me they are the most special of the seven kingdoms.

Y/n: Has something happened with your uncle?- he asks with some fear in his voice in barely a whisper, without taking his eyes off my eyes.

Rhaenyra: I'm not going to lie to you.- I answer with some fear. -My uncle has taken me to a brothel and in a moment he has kissed me.- I tell him and immediately I see how his eyes harden. -But I pushed him, I don't want my uncle Daemon to kiss me, I don't see him that way and the kiss has only reaffirmed what I already knew.- I try to explain as quickly as possible.

Y/n: Has he taken you to a brothel and kissed you publicly?- he asks with obvious anger and I can only nod in response. -I'm going to kill him.- he growls, trying to break free of my grip and leave the room.

Rhaenyra: No, stop.- I ask without letting go of his shirt and pulling him towards me so that he doesn't leave the room. -Everyone was busy with their pleasure, no one has noticed our presence and if they did, they won't say anything.- I assure him trying to reassure him.

Y/n: And what if it's not like that?- he asks worried. -What happens if someone has seen you? If that person tells it and the rumor spreads? - ask a little stressed. -Your reputation will be tarnished, they will doubt your purity and it is possible that you will lose your position as the successor to the throne.- He speaks in an accelerated way and I can't help but be moved by his concern for my image.

Rhaenyra: Nothing will happen.- I assure him trying to reassure him. - I've barely been in the brothel and the kiss only lasted a few seconds before I pushed it away.- I tell him, seeing the insecurity in his eyes.

Y/n: But what if it's not like that?- he asks still worried.

Rhaenyra: We're not going to put ourselves in the worst and we're not going to anticipate events either.- I say calmly, still seeing a hint of insecurity and concern in his eyes.

Y/n: But what if ... - he starts but I interrupt him before he can finish.

Rhaenyra: But nothing.- I deny with a small smile. -You haven't asked me.- I remind him with a slightly playful look.

Y/n: Ask what?- questions confused and not understanding.

Rhaenyra: What the kiss has reaffirmed for me.- I answer biting my lip with some nervousness.

Y/n: It's none of my business.- He denies with a grimace, but I can see the interest and curiosity shining in his eyes.

I stare at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to decide whether to tell him or leave him curious as he is. Because he may say one thing, but his eyes tell me another and I'm not sure what to do.

POV You

I can see the amusement in her pretty lilac eyes, the way they sparkle, and the size of her pupil. She remains silently watching me, with her left eyebrow raised and I can't help but feel an unknown warmth in my stomach.

Rhaenyra: But you want to know.- she assures loosening his grip on my shirt and resting the palms of her hands against my chest.

I can feel my heart pounding inside my chest, both from the princess's closeness, and from the warmth of her touch on my nightgown shirt and her sweet lilac scent filling my nostrils.

And I know that the princess can also feel the rapid beating of my heart under her palms.

Y/n: You're wrong.- I deny swallowing hard, stifling my curiosity and trying to normalize my heart rate.

Rhaenyra: Don't lie, not to me.- she whispers bringing her face closer to mine. -Your heart beats fast and I don't think it's because of me. ¿Or is it?-s he asks in barely a whisper, raising one of her hands to the nape of my neck and pulling it to bring my face closer to hers.

Y/n: Princess.- I whisper trying to stay sane and trying to create distance between us, but she presses her hand hard against my neck so that doesn't happen.

Rhaenyra: My name.- she whispers a few centimeters from my lips.

Y/n: What? - I ask overwhelmed by the warmth of her breath against my lips.

Rhaenyra: Say my name.- she murmurs brushing her lips against mine and causing me to lose all the sanity that remains in my body. -Say it.- she orders me in a whisper.

Y/n: Rhaenyra .- I barely finish muttering, before her lips attack mine with fervor and I return the kiss with the same fervor.

The princess's hands run over my torso, while the kiss continues to be fast and lustful.

But as soon as I feel her hands lift my shirt, I grab her wrists with my hands and pull away from the kiss immediately.

I watch her breathlessly, seeing her dilated pupils and the rise and fall of her chest. I shake my head, looking down at her hands and knowing that we shouldn't cross the line of intimacy.

Rhaenyra: My uncle's kiss has reaffirmed that I'm in love with you and that it's you I want to marry.- she tells me and I open my eyes surprised without being able to avoid it.

Y/n: Rhae that can't be.- I immediately deny calling her by her nickname.

Rhaenyra: Why not?- she asks with confusion. -You have not taken the vows, father accepted that you were my royal guard allowing you to take a wife and lands.- she reminds me rightly.

Y/n: But I doubt that he would allow me to marry his daughter, the heir to the throne and the one who won't gain much from a marriage with a third child.- I list her honestly.

Rhaenyra: I don't care if i don't gain anything from our union.- she immediately denies, letting go of my shirt and holding my face by the cheeks. -I'm the heir to the throne, the seven kingdoms will be mine and there's nothing anyone can offer me that I don't already have or will have when I'm queen.- she assured me with a soft look.

Y/n: So why do you want to marry me? - I ask confused.

Rhaenyrae: Because I love you.- she answers simply. -Because as much as it annoys me to agree with my mother, I have fallen into the worldliness of love and I only hope that you reciprocate these feelings.- she admits with a somewhat sad smile.

Y/n: Of course I do respond to your feelings.- I confirm placing my hand on her cheek and caressing the soft skin of her face with my thumb. -But I want the best for you and as much as it hurts, that's not me.- I deny with all the pain in the world.

Rhaenyra: And what if you are, what if you're the most suitable person for me and the one who really makes me happy.- she says without separating her eyes from mine. -Allow me to decide what suits me and what I think is best for myself.- she begs me and I can't deny her anything.

Y/n: You're right, you decide. - I accept and a huge smile appears on her face.

Rhaenyra: Then make me yours and give me the pleasure of being mine.- she says lowering her hands to my chest and grabbing the edge of my shirt again.

I take a deep breath and let her remove my shirt. Her hands run over my now exposed torso, while I watch her carefully and notice the amused smile on her face.

Y/n: What do you find so funny?- I ask with a small smile.

Rhaenyra: I don't know.- she answers sincerely, looking into my eyes and letting out a little laugh.

I shake my head, cradling her face in my hands and bringing my face closer to hers to kiss again.

Y/n: Are you sure?- I ask separating from her lips to breathe, before joining them again with the same hunger as before.

Rhaenyra: Are you questioning me, Lord Strong?- she asks me with a serious tone of voice and with her face reflecting the opposite: fun.

Y/n: Of course not, princess.- I deny, amused, hugging her around the waist. -I wouldn't want to be burned or eaten by Syrax for doubting you.- I assured her, biting my lip to keep from laughing.

Rhaenyra: I hope so, because it would be a shame if the future king consort dies for his insolence towards the future queen.- she laughs hugging my neck again and pulling it down to bring our lips together again.

The kiss begins slowly and with a touch of fun due to the small laughs that escape us. But immediately the kiss turns to one faster and full of passion.

She starts walking backwards, causing me to walk forward and follow her without breaking the kiss.

But in a quick movement she separates from me and pushes me by the chest to separate me.

Rhaenyra: Take off your boots.- she orders me and I see how she starts to do it, so without letting go of the laces I quickly take them off.

She laughs at my speed, doing the same as me and causing me to give up this time. Then I see her look at my pants and gesture with her eyebrows for me to take them off.

So with some insecurity and nerves, I place my hands on the string of my pants and untie the knot under her watchful eye.

I swallow heavily, taking a deep breath as I place my hands on the sides of my pants and pull them down quickly from the nerves.

I look up from the ground, taking in the woman still dressed before my eyes and her gaze on my body.

I can see how her eyes roam my naked body, stopping more time in my crotch and with a look full of lust.

I watch her completely still, detailing how the pupils of her eyes amplify and how her lower lip is bitten down hard. I watch as her hands move to her own pants and in two seconds they are around her ankles.

My eyes scan the pale, smooth-looking skin of her legs carefully. Walking the length of her legs, from the ankles to where her long oversize shirt of hers shows.

She stretches out a hand towards me and without hesitating for a second I approach her accepting it.

Our eyes connect again and I can see every mark of her beautiful lilac eyes. While we look at each other intensely and without saying a word. Rhae moves our hands and places them over the knot of her shirt.

Then she slides her other hand into the one at my side and repeats the action.

I understand what she means and as soon as her hands free mine, I undo the knot that holds her shirt together.

At any moment do I separate my gaze from hers, trying not to intimidate her and transmit all possible security.

Rhaenyra's POV

I feel how the cold night air hits my exposed skin and the contrast it makes with the inner burning that my body feels.

My shirt falls open, exposing more skin and allowing the air to caress the new skin. I feel the warmth of Y/n's hands settle on my shoulders through my shirt and I swallow heavily at his piercing gaze.

I subtly nod, letting him see that he can take off the only piece of clothing I have left and that prevents my body from being completely naked in front of him.

Immediately I feel like in a firm but delicate movement my shirt begins to descend through my arms, leaving more skin visible to the air per second and leaving me completely exposed.

Unlike me, Y/n keeps his gaze on mine at all times and that makes the warmth inside me increase.

Once completely naked and at his mercy, I grab his hands with mine again and move them to my breasts. Where I'm sure he can feel the rapidity and pounding of my heart.

As soon as I start to move his hands, his eyes follow the trail heavily and when his hands touch my breasts I see him swallow hard.

I move my hands up his arms, sliding them down to his neck and pulling him back to me .

Rhaenyra: Touch me.- I whisper against his lips, feeling the tension of the place and the nerves on the surface. -Please.- I beg in a strangled way when he doesn't move his hands from my breasts.

But my plea is heard, since immediately his hands squeeze my breasts and a moan full of pleasure breaks through my throat.

Our lips meet again with force, in a kiss full of passion and my body trembles at the intensity of the kiss.

His hands leave my breasts, moving over my sides, moving behind me and down to my ass.

He pulls my ass towards him, causing our bodies to stick together completely and I can feel every inch of his body. I can feel his arousal against my stomach and I can only pray that I don't break with what I've seen before, and what I'm feeling right now

He squeezes each of my butt cheeks, causing an electric shock to travel from the area to my crotch and a moan to escape my lips.

The moan causes our lips to part and I open my eyes for a moment to appreciate the small, almost imperceptible freakles on Y/n's impeccable face.

But my observation is short, when he brings our lips together again and sticks his body closer to mine if possible. His hands move down a bit to the back of my thighs, where he puts some force and lifts me off the ground.

I break away from the kiss, letting out a small startled cry and grabbing onto his neck as he lifts me off the ground.

Y/n: Has the princess been scared? - he asks amused, when I have surrounded his waist with my legs and his hands hold me by the ass.

Rhaenyra: Shut up.- I growled putting my hands inside his hair and pulling him to kiss me again.

With this new position, I can feel the firmness of his arousal much better, and I'm sure he can feel mine. In the new position, his member rests right against my crotch and a wave of chills runs through my body.

In my cloud of pleasure and lust, I can feel the softness of the bed sheets against my back and the weight of his body on mine.

I have never thought that having someone on top of me was so nice and exciting.

Y/n: Are you ready? - I hear how he asks in a whisper against my ear, leaving a light bite in the area and squeezing my thigh with his hand.

Rhaenyra: More than ever.- I nod, opening my eyes and watching each of his movements.

I see how with the hand of my thigh he grabs his member and brings it closer to my entrance. I take a deep breath, grasping the forearm next to my head and letting the air out slowly as he enters me .

My face contracts, when I feel discomfort and a slight pain at his intrusion. So I try to move to make it go away and I think it makes it worse, because I feel a stronger pang of pain.

Y/n: Shhh , don't move Rhae.- he whispers against my lips, leaving light kisses on them and placing his hands on my thigh again. -If you move it will hurt more, wait a bit.- he whispered affectionately, moving his lips over my face and planting delicate kisses on it.

I do as he tells me, staying still and closing my eyes to enjoy his show of affection. I focus on how his hand moves gently over my thigh, on the softness of his lips against every part of my face and neck and the warmth that emanates from his body on mine.

Rhaenyra: It doesn't hurt anymore.- I whisper after a few moments, opening my eyes again and connecting our gazes. -I promise.- I assure him when I can see a touch of insecurity in his eyes.

I feel how he continues entering me , causing me to close my eyes and I can feel how every nerve in my body twitches in pleasure.

As his hips sway faster, I feel my walls wrap around him and my body tremble with excitement. I can't help moaning with each movement and each new point that he touches inside me .

In a wave of courage, I push him aside and quickly climb onto his body, sitting on top of him. Without thinking twice, I grab his member with my hand and place it at the entrance to my crotch, beginning to slide down on it.

I throw my head back, feeling the new depth at the position and how my insides expand more at the intrusion.

Y/n's hands are placed on my lower back, helping me with the movements and swaying of my hips. I feel his heavy and erratic breathing against my neck, along with his wet kisses in the place causing my vision to cloud over so many stimulations.

I can feel the discomfort inside me, the pressure in my lower stomach and the tension in my toes.

I move faster on him, pulling his hair back and pulling his mouth away from my neck so our lips can meet again. But the kiss becomes difficult, due to the frantic breathing of both of us and my accelerated movements.

So I put my forehead against his, feeling his accelerated breathing hit my lips and listening to his moans and slight growls with my eyes closed.

But from one moment to the next, my body completely tenses up, causing my back to fully stretch and an immense wave of pleasure running through my body. I can't help the loud moan that comes from me , when my walls close completely around him and I feel something hot inside me.

As soon as my back relaxes, I drop my forehead against his shoulder and try to steady my breathing.

Y/n drops his back onto the bed and I can feel his heart racing against my chest. I reposition myself better, to be more comfortable and hug his torso with the little strength I have left.

Y/n: are you okay? - I hear with difficulty his question, because of his erratic breathing and my cloudy mind.

Rhaenyra: Better than ever.- I answer swallowing air, feeling my mouth completely dry and my body completely relaxed.

I close my eyes for a few moments and immediately I feel something soft and warm on my back. Y/n's arms wrap around my body and cradle me against his body lulling me to sleep. An involuntary yawn leaves my lips and I simply let the accumulated fatigue take its toll on me.

The last thing I'm aware of is the kiss he leaves on my forehead and a good night, before everything goes black.

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Daenerys Targaryen -- "The rightful heir." (part 5)

Daenerys Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: Tiryon Lannister asks his queen for a favor: to help his missing nephew in a questionable way and just as his sister; Cercei proclaims the iron throne. The favor is to save his nephew and create a union between the heir of the House Baratheon and the mother of dragons.

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Daenerys POV

I stand on top of the wall, looking down at the lush, snowy forest on the wild side of the wall. I watch the beginning of the forest with hope, hope that a miracle will happen and Y/n will appear from the trees unharmed.

But with each passing minute, that hope disappears more and more in the icy breeze from the wall. And while the hope inside me diminishes, the guilt increases replacing that feeling full of positive possibilities.

I knew I shouldn't have let him come with me. I knew I shouldn't have been impressed and allowed him to fly over Viserion. There is only one person who deserves to be blamed and that is me.

The only thing left for me to do is thank Y/n for his sacrifice in putting himself at risk and saving one of my children. Because I don't know what would have happened if Viserion had suffered the same fate as Y/n.

Because not only would I have to mourn the possible loss of the one who was going to be my husband and the man with whom I was falling in love with. The most sensitive, affectionate, fun and bold man I have had the pleasure of meeting in recent weeks. But also the death of one of my children, the most sensitive and trusting of the three of them.

I watch my son fly over the area, squawking and crying for the loss of Y/n. I let out a sigh full of pain and sadness, knowing that if I were a dragon; I would be doing the same.

Jorah: We have to go, majesty.- I listen as my old friend and protector tells me.

Daenerys: A little more.- I ask looking at the beginning of the forest with the little hope that I have left.

I am not the most believing person, especially after everything I have lived and everything I have seen. But praying won't hurt me and hope is the last thing to lose.

So I pray to any god or entity that listens to me, to make Y/n come back to me and be healthy. That's all I ask.

I wait a few more minutes, seeing no change, and decide that I can no longer wait for a miracle. All hope within me disappears and I feel my eyes burn with reality.

The reality that Y/n is dead and I will never see him again.

I turn around, meeting Ser Jorah's sympathetic, sad gaze. I walk straight ahead, brushing past him and stopping when he doesn't follow me. I turn my head to look at him, when I hear a trumpet and Viserion's squawks.

I walk quickly back to the lookout, immediately seeing a horse walking towards the entrance of the wall and carrying someone.

My heart begins to beat wildly inside my chest, at the possibility and the hope that Y/n is on that horse.

I turn around again, walking quickly and almost running to get down from the top of the wall. Wanting to get to the ground as soon as possible and verify the person's identity.

As soon as I get to the courtyard of the black castle, I see how two people are lowered off the horse and a tear slides down my cheek without being able to avoid it. I feel tears of relief slide down my cheeks, when I recognize the clothes of both people and distinguish them as Jon and Y/n.

I run to the unconscious body of Y/n, who is being carried by some men and placed on a stretcher.

Davos: Hurry up, take them to the ship's cabins quickly.- He orders moving quickly along with the rest of the people.

I run after them, climbing onto the ship following the stretchers and feeling Jorah on my back at all times. They put Jon Snow into his cabin first, but I keep walking and follow Y/n's stretcher.

Once he is placed on the bed in his cabin, Jorah enters the room and helps the other two men undress him, while I watch from the doorway.

My worried gaze travels over every part of his body and every bit of skin that is exposed as they remove his hard and icy garments. I look carefully, trying to find signs of bruises or visible injuries. From my site, I can't see or appreciate anything.

But it's not until he's flipped over and his back is exposed that I see the real damage to his body.

His entire back is covered with a large bruise, of different shades and colors. Although I don't think it's the worst, but the wound that runs through his arm from the elbow to his shoulder.

A worrying blue wound, similar to when a part of the body begins to freeze and lose all blood supply. And the pale blue veins surrounding the wound are also worrisome.

Jorah: Your Majesty better come out for this.- He spots me, as they turn him around again and prepare to take off his pants.

Daenerys: I'll be in my cabin.- I nod in agreement. -Let me know when you have cleaned and cured him.- I order and leave the cabin closing the door behind my back.

I walk towards my cabin, keeping an impassive and serious face before the eyes. But as soon as my back hits the inside of my closed cabin door, I collapse to the floor, letting out the tears I've been holding back.

I cry thanking the gods for listening to me and bringing Y/n back. For giving me another chance with him and being able to do things right this second time. I cry with relief and happiness that Y/n has come back to me alive.

Because even if he is injured, wounds heal and only scars will remain in their place.

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Before I even open my eyes, I can feel everything around me; including my body shake. I try to open my eyes, feeling my eyelids heavy and as if they are glued to not open.

As I try to open my eyes, I realize that I am face down and that my head is resting on something soft.

I open my eyes just a few inches, noticing the wooden wall in front of me, the dim lighting of the candles in the place and the pillow under my head.

I feel the warmth and softness that something on my back causes, while in my right arm I feel the opposite. I feel an intense cold in the area, the same cold I felt when the spear of the white walkers grazed my arm.

I am also aware of the pain in my arm, more specifically in the area between my elbow and shoulder.

I try to sit up, immediately regretting it as I feel a sharp pain in my back and let out a grunt of pain in response.

Daenerys: Hey don't move.- I hear the whisper of her voice near me in the room. -Your back is very bruised.- She whispers again and I feel how the warmth of her hand is placed on my forehead. -You're burning.- She comments with a hint of concern in her voice.

Y/n: What happened? - I ask confused, since my last memory is falling from Viserion and then an icy cold wrapping my body.

Daenerys: You fell from Viserion and I don't know how you ended up on a horse with Jon Snow heading for the wall.- I listen to how she answers me and I manage to open my eyes, finding myself with the silver-haired woman sitting next to me on the bed.

Y/n: And where are we? - I ask still confused with the whole situation.

Daenerys: On my ship.- She answers me with a slight smile and slightly reddened eyes. -We are on our way to King´s Landing, for the meeting with your mother about the truce and to ask for her help with the walkers.- She explains me better and I can only let out a sigh.

Y/n: Can you help me sit down.- I ask in a low voice, feeling uncomfortable with the position and with a slight discomfort in my neck.

Daenerys: Sure.- Nods in response. -But slowly, yes?- She tells me with a serious tone and I nod in response.

I feel her place her hands gently under my armpits, trying her best to help me roll over and sit up. With some difficulty and some pain on my part, I manage to sit up on the bed.

In this position, I can see my surroundings much better and I can better appreciate Erys's condition.

Y/n: Are you okay? - I ask a little worried, seeing the dry marks of tears on her cheeks and understanding the reason for her red eyes, and a little watery.

Daenerys: It's me who should ask you that question.- She comments avoiding the question. -It is you who has fallen from the back of a dragon from a height of more than twenty meters and been submerged in icy water for who knows how long. – She comments with worry.

Y/n: I know.- I assure her with a slight nod of the head. -But clearly something has affected you and I'm worried about your condition.- I assure her, stretching my hand towards hers and wrapping my cold hand with her warm one.

Daenerys: It's nothing.- She denies, downplaying it and fixing her gaze on the union of our hands.

Y/n: Of course it's something.- I say immediately. -It is clear that you have cried and nobody cries for nothing.- I defend my question and concern for her condition. -So I repeat again. Are you okay? - I ask again, leaving a small squeeze on her hand and feeling one in response.

Daenerys: Now yes.- She answers me in a whisper. -Only that I have been so afraid for you, you don't know how bad I felt when I saw that you weren't on Viserion's back, or how hurt and guilty I felt when I thought I had lost you.- She admits looking at me in the eyes and allowing me to see the pain behind her own.

Y/n: But now I'm here.- I assure her giving her a small smile.

Daenerys: But you weren't until recently.- She denies trying to hold back her tears. -I thought you were dead, that I had lost you and that my last chance to be happy had disappeared.- She whispers looking away, letting out the first tear and causing a painful shift inside me.

Y/n: Erys.- I whisper the affectionate name that I only use when we are alone. -Hey look at me.- I whisper pulling her hand a little, so that she feels closer and I can wipe the tears from her face with my hand. -I'm here now and I'm with you.- I assure her again.

Daenerys: I know, but I feel like it's a dream and that when I wake up you'll still be missing in the cold water.- she whispers looking at me with eyes full of pain and sadness.

Y/n: It's not a dream.- I say raising my right hand as best I can, feeling some pain when moving it and placing one of her silky silver hair behind her ear.

Daenerys: And how can I be sure of that? - She asks me with such vulnerability in her voice, that it's almost like a knife stabbing into the heart.

Y/n: How can I show you that it's not a dream?- I answer with another question, wanting to reassure her and free her from the pain she shows.

Daenerys: Kiss me.- she whispers looking at me with eyes full of supplication.

I widen my eyes surprised, since it is a request that I did not expect and for which I was not prepared. But I'm not going to deny that in the last few weeks something inside of me has been born, a pure feeling for the woman in front of my eyes that over time has evolved and become bigger and bigger.

When I agreed to marry her, I was doing it only for the greater good and because I believed it was the right thing to do. But over time, I became something more selfish and sentimental.

I wanted to marry her because I was beginning to love her and I wanted to be able to call her my wife. I wanted people to know that I was her husband and she was my wife, that we are together and that no one can come between us.

But i believed that feeling was not reciprocal. In my head I was the only one with feelings of the two and I thought that she did it only for the throne.

Although with her request to kiss her right now, I see her approaches, comments, acts and behavior around me with different eyes.

I realize how blind I've been these last few weeks and what an idiot I've been about her intentions towards me.

Daenerys: I'm sorry, it was stupid.- She apologizes immediately, separating her face from my hands and putting more distance between the two.

That is when I realize that I have been thinking for a long time and that I have sent her the wrong signal.

Y/n: No, Erys.- I deny immediately, leaning forward abruptly to prevent her from leaving and hurting my back and arm. –Ouch.- i growl closing my eyes tightly.

Daenerys: Don't make any sudden movements.- She orders me quickly with concern, putting her hands on my bare shoulders and pushing me to sit up straight again.

Y/n: Well, don't run away.- I ask looking at her eyes and trying to connect them with mine.

Daenerys: I'm not running away.- She denies looking anywhere but my face.

Y/n: Then why aren't you even able to look me in the eyes.- I reproach placing both hands on her and grabbing them so that she doesn't move away.

Daenerys: Because I think I've bothered you enough and I don't want to bother you anymore.- She excuses herself and I can't help but smile at her misunderstanding.

Y/n: Look at me.- I ask her without removing the smile from my face and looking at her face carefully.

Daenerys: Why are you smiling? - she asks abruptly when she sees me, frowning and looking at me with a slight fire on her face.

Y/n: Because you don't bother me, you never would and you never will.- I assure her removing the smile and putting on a more serious face. -I haven't answered you, not because I don't want to kiss you or feel the same as you; but because your request has surprised me.- I clarify seeing how the fire in her eyes disappears and is replaced by a different brightness.

Daenerys: Do you feel the same? - asks between confused and excited.

Y/n: If feeling the same as you means that I love you and that I want to marry you to spend the rest of my life by your side, then yes; I feel the same.- I assure her with a smile and receiving a huge smile from her.

Daenerys: Do you love me? - she asks, having teary eyes again, but this time with happiness and placing her hands on my cheeks, causing my hands to fall to my sides.

Y/n: A lot.- I nod in response. -And you, do you love me?- I ask a little insecure.

Daenerys: As I have never come to love anyone.- admits immediately and with all the honesty in the world.

Y/n: So do you want me to kiss you or...?- I leave the question in the air, with a playful and amused tone.

Daenerys: I'm going to let you pass that because you're hurt.- she tells me seriously. -But yes, I still want you to kiss me.- She whispers, looking straight into my eyes.

I place my left hand on her cheek, gently caressing her and feeling the warmth of her skin against my palm.

I slide my hand to the back of her neck and gently pull her towards me. I feel the heat of her repair crash into my face, feeling the anticipation and desire of her body with the rapidity of her breathing.

I stop torturing her, finishing bringing her closer to me and bringing our lips together in a slow kiss. With some effort, I move my right arm and place my hand on her waist to bring her body closer to mine.

Her hands go from my cheeks to the back of my neck, where she leaves small caresses and pampering on the spot.

We separated for a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes and rejoining our lips in a somewhat more needy kiss.

Daenerys ends up sitting on her side in my lap, running her hands through my medium length hair and pressing her chest completely against mine.

My left hand trails down her back, wrapping around her hip and leaving a grip in place as she bites my bottom lip.

From one moment to another, I feel a sharp stab in my right arm and I break away from the kiss because of the pain.

Daenerys: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - She apologizes with heavy breathing, since in an oversight her hand ended up on my bad arm and she left a grip on the place without realizing it.

Y/n: It's okay- I shake my head with my eyes closed and holding the affected area with my left hand.

Daenerys: I'm really sorry, I've gotten carried away and I've completely forgotten.- She apologizes again with obvious guilt in her voice.

Y/n: Erys is fine.- I try to assure her, opening hmy eyes and seeing her face contracted by worry and guilt.

Daenerys: The best thing would be to let you rest.- She assures me trying to get up from my lap, but I react quickly and gently hold her forearm with my good hand.

Y/n: Don't go.- I beg her not to go and less so now that I know she feels the same as me.

Daenerys: But you must rest.- She defends herself by sitting on my lap again. -We will arrive at Dragon Pit in a week and a half if everything goes well, so you have to be rested and strong for the meeting.- She tells me stroking my hair.

Y/n: Then rest with me.- I ask, looking straight into her eyes.

Daenerys: I don't want to hurt you again by accident.- she denies insecurely.

Y/n: You won't.- I deny with a smile. -And if you do, I'm sure it's because I deserve it in some way.- I say with a certain humor, trying to convince and reassure her.

Daenerys: Okay.- Nods after a few seconds. -But I have to go to my cabin first to get some of my things, you have to eat something and they have to heal your arm.- She tells me, leaving a quick kiss on my lips and getting up from my lap. -Besides that you have to put on clothes if you want me to sleep with you.- She comments with amusement.

Y/n: Clothes? - I ask confused, looking at my body and that's when I realize I'm not wearing anything.

I open my eyes in surprise, lifting the bison blanket from my lap and seeing that she's right, since I'm completely naked. I quickly cover myself up, feeling the blush creep up my neck to my cheeks and avoiding her gaze at all costs.

Daenerys: I think that talking while you're naked is already something usual. - she comments amused.

Y/n: Anyway.- I play it down a bit embarrassed.

Daenerys: I'll be back shortly.- She tells me walking towards the door and a doubt arises in my head.

Y/n: Wait.- I call seeing how he stops and turns to look at me. -How is Viserion? - I ask remembering the dragon.

Daenerys: He's perfectly.- She answers me with a wide smile. -Waiting for you to leave the cabin to see you and receive some kind of affection from you.- She tells me with a sweet smile.

Y/n: That's good.- I nod letting any kind of possible concern disappear from my body.

Daenerys: Yes it is.- She agrees with me, before giving me one last affectionate smile and walking out the door of my cabin.

I stay alone in the room, replaying the latest events of my life and feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

Because not only have I survived an unimaginable fall, but I have also survived drowning in freezing waters, hypothermia and one of the most wonderful women in the world has admitted to returning my feelings.

I smile with a little melancholy, when a light scent of almost imperceptible lilies is smelled next to me and I close my eyes enjoying the distinctive smell of Margaery.

Y/n: Thank you for putting her in my path.- I whisper in gratitude, knowing that Margaery put Daenerys in my path and that it is her way of taking care of me from heaven.

Within a few seconds, I feel a very subtle warmth on my forehead, and then the smell of lilies completely disappears.

Margaery Tyrell was my first love and I will always remember her with one of my best smiles. But Daenerys Targaryen is the love of my life and the woman I will be able to spend the rest of my life with.

Because after defeating the white walkers, we got married on the cliff of Dragonstone and with the people we both cherish the most as the only witnesses to our marriage. In addition to my wife's children, of course.

To fight and defeat my mother, ensuring that the casualties are not other people than some people from my mother's army and thus win the throne for my wife.

The woman who proclaims herself as the first Targaryen queen, with whom by some miracle of the gods I share two daughters and a son, in addition of the return of the dragons with our heirs.

Daenerys: What are you thinking about, love?- She asks me, pulling me out of my thoughts, when I feel her hug me around the waist from behind and I stop looking at the city where I grew up and where I live again since the day she sat on the iron throne.

Y/n: How lucky I am with my queen.- I answer turning around and grabbing her slightly wrinkled face in my hands.

Daenerys: Not as much as I am with my king.- She answers with a big smile, standing on her tiptoes and bringing our lips together in a meaningful kiss.

But even after little more than fifteen years of marriage, I feel that each kiss and each caress are the first. And I don't want that feeling to ever change.

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Emily Junk -- "The New Bella." (part 1)

Emily Junk x fem! reader/oc

Summary: Emily is a newcomer to Barden College and her dream is to be a part of the group acapella the Barden Bellas. She entered the house of the acapella group in order to fulfill her dream, but she ended up falling in love and living an experience that she had never imagined.

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Y/n's POV

This was the end. What I have known for two years will disappear and cease to exist. After Amy bald to the president, the dean has decided he doesn't want the Barden Bellas to exist anymore and has banned us from auditioning.

This will be the end for the Bellas. I personally haven't taken it as bad as other people, Chloe and I've been crying all day. That's not to say it doesn't hurt, the Bellas have been my family for two years and I've been a part of them since my first day of college.

My older sister, who is part of the Bellas, encouraged me to study at Barden with her and join the a cappella group with her. The truth is that when Beca told me that she was in an a cappella group, I couldn't believe it.

I mean, my goth, antisocial sister being part of a group of girls who sing. The first thing I did when she told me about it was laugh, thinking that she was playing a joke on me and I wasn't going to fall for another one of her jokes.

But it turned out that it was true, that she was in the only all-female a cappella group in Barden and that she was enjoying it. She even told me that dad was supporting her participation in the group.

Which is not surprising to me, since since I left our mother and moved; He has tried to get closer to us in recent years. Beca has always been more reluctant to accept our father, I think the divorce of our parents hurt her more than me and as father she rebuilt her life quite quickly.

I was eight, so my attention was on gaming and cartoons. While Beca was already 10 years old and about to enter pre-adolescence. In addition to the fact that Beca was closer to dad, while I was closer to mom and that's why when he tried to have a closer relationship with me I didn't care much. And he pays for mi college so...

But back to the main topic. When I graduated from high school, I enrolled at Barden University with my father's help to study architecture and on my first day I auditioned to be part of the Bellas.

It is more than enough that they accepted me since I have a good voice and for being the little sister of Beca Mitchell. And although we are sisters, we are not very similar.

The only thing we have in common is blue eyes and brown hair. Although Beca's eyes are a bit darker than mine. I'm 1.73 so I'm 16 centimeters taller than her. Which is funny since she is the older sister and because of our height difference no one believes it.

Flo: For your hairy situation.- I listen as she reads and look up from the letter I'm reading, to see her with a box of depilatory blades in her hand and a confused look. -Oh.- she says realizing it and I laugh at her gesture.

Chloe: Very well, we are officially registered in the competition.- She tells us with a huge smile. –So renew the passports, because we are going to sunny and fabulous Copenhagen! - exclaims completely excited.

Stacie: Fine.- she celebrates by giving me and Amy a high-five .

Amy: Where is that ? - confused question and I look at her as if she were stupid.

Chloe: I don't know, I failed geography.- she answers shrugging her shoulders.

Y/n: It's the capital of Denmark.- I answer earning confused looks from the girls. –Is it in Europe, below Sweden and above Germany ? - I ask to see if they are located. -Leave it.- I deny when I see that no one knows what I'm talking about.

Chloe: It seems that the contest is dominated by that stupid German group that has taken the tour from us.- she comments between her teeth without looking up from the laptop.

Stacie: Who has stolen the tour from us.- She corrects our housemate and friend.

Amy: Exactly. You have to look for those Germans .- supports her. -They can't be that good, Germany doesn't produce good singers since David Hasselhoff.- she assures us with certainty.

Y/n: Since when is David Hasselhoff singing ? - I ask completely confused.

Amy: Always Mitchell junior, update yourself.- she tells me as if it were obvious.

Flo: It's that chubby man who was running in slow motion with a red swimsuit, right? - she asks with confusion and I nod in response.

Amy: We're going to crush them and when we do, those dumb asses will have to swallow all these cards.- She says confidently taking another card from the kitchen island. -Die bitches, die. Criticizing slut.- she reads stamping the letter against the island. -The Bellas are back! - she exclaims with emotion.

Flo: Yes.- She assures celebrating like the rest.

Chloe: Has anyone talked to Beca today? - she asks and I avoid scratching my eyebrow.

When I get nervous or hide something, I have a habit of scratching my eyebrow and everyone immediately realized it. The itching is something that I cannot avoid, at first I feel a slight tingling in my right eyebrow and then it triples, making it impossible for me not to scratch it.

Y/n: I haven't seen her after going to the introductions and my classes.- I answer by opening another letter, to focus on something else and keep myself distracted from the itch in my eyebrow.

Amy: Not since she left the room this morning.- She answers, shrugging her shoulders and not giving it much importance.

Jessica: Girls remember that today Chloe and Ashley prepare dinner while Y/n and Stacie have to clean up later.- She reminds us from the table in the corner of the kitchen and groans.

Y/n: But if I had to clean two days ago.- I complain like a girl.

Stacie: Don't worry honey.- she tells me hugging me by the shoulders and sticking me to her neck. –This time you will clean with me or me.- she whispers the last part suggestively in my ear.

Amy : I keep saying it Long live the tortilla! - she exclaims and I separate from my roommate to look at her badly. –What ? My room is above yours and I have ears. - she comments without much importance.

Y/n: Whatever you say.- I deny I was amused and throw her a letter, which is not a good idea because the six of us ended up in a card war.

Once we're done with dinner, Stacie and I find ourselves in the kitchen scrubbing and cleaning everything we've used. The rest are in the living room or in their rooms, since we're going to go to the treble house in a whileand they're probably getting ready.

Y/n: Can someone open the door ? I yelled when I heard the doorbell ring.

I don't know if anyone has heard me, but I hear the door open and two people talk. Suddenly I feel something wet on my back and I jump letting out a scream.

Y/n: It's not funny.- I reproached my best friend, seeing her with an empty glass of water in her hand and an amused smile on her face.

Stacie: That's because you're the one with a wet back.- She assures me, laughing at the situation.

Y/n: Yes? - I ask and quickly grab the sink hose. –Tell me now if it's still fun.- I comment opening the faucet and wetting it between laughs.

Stacie: Y/n Stop! - she exclaims jumping on me and trying to take the hose out of my hands. –Stop! - she exclaims between laughs while we fight for the control of the hose.

Y/n: No! - I deny without stopping laughing. -Drop the hose.- I order amused, still laughing and getting both of us wet in the struggle for control.

Stacie: Let it go.- she orders me just as amused as I am.

Chloe: Everyone in the living room!.- She yells and we both stop turning off the tap.

Y/n: Because of you, she's going to tell us off.- I reproached her in a whisper, looking at her with half-closed eyes and earning me an offended look from her.

Stacey: Excuse me? - she asks ironically, placing her hand on her chest.

Y/n: I forgive you.- I reply with a superior smile.

Stacie: You're going to find out.- she threatens me and my eyes widen as saucers running out of the kitchen. –Come back here Mitchell!. - she yells chasing me.

I run into the living room, not paying much attention to the girls and not noticing the presence of a stranger. I see Amy and run hiding behind her back.

Y/n: Ams you have to help me.- I ask her, grabbing at her shirt.

Amy: Let me go, you're soaked.- she tells me, separating me from her body.

Y/n: No.- I deny trying not to let go.

Stacie: Come here dwarf.- she tells me standing in front of Amy .

Y/n: I'm as tall as you .- I remember her sticking out my tongue.

Stacie: You're going to find out.- She says just when Amy manages to let go of me and jumps on me .

Y/n: Ahhhh! - I shout falling to the ground with her on top. -Help she is crazy, she wants to kill me!- I yell moving on the ground and grabbing her wrists when she tries to bring her hands to my face.

Cynthia: As sexy as this is, we girls have a visitor.- She tells us and we both look at her confused.

Stacie: What?- asks just as confused as me, sitting on my lap and looking at our acasister.

Cynthia just nods her head, away from the direction we're looking and letting us know we have to follow her nod. We both turned our faces to the other side and we met a tall girl with brown hair.

I open my eyes in surprise and feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I get up from the ground along with my best friend in just two seconds.

Cynthia: Not that I'm complaining girls, but you're soaking wet.- She points to our clothes and I look down at my white t-shirt; seeing how it shows through.

I bite my lip a little embarrassed, separating the shirt a little from my body and preventing my lilac bra from being seen anymore. I clear my throat and look at the new girl.

Chloe: Well, leaving the whole wet t-shirt thing aside.- She speaks downplaying our wet clothes. -Emily here has come to do an audition.- she warns and I look at the confused co -captain.

Y/n: Not to sound rude or anything Emily.- I tell the nervous girl with a smile. -But we can't accept anyone , Chloe , you heard the dean and she practically forbade us from auditions to avoid our 'spread'.- I remind her, putting quotation marks around the last word.

Flo: She is an heiress.- She tells me a little low.

Y/n: One what ? - I ask confused.

Chloe: She is an heiress, her mother was a Bela and therefore she has the opportunity to audition.- She explains to me and I nod not very sure. - It is in the oath of the Belas and it comes to our hair. - she says to all those present.

Y/n: But we still can't do auditions.- I say confused, scratching my eyebrow nervously for not wanting to get in trouble with the dean.

Most of the girls may be graduating this year, if not all but me; but I still have two years left and I don't want to have any problems with the dean.

Chloe: We haven't really gone to where she is.- She points to the heiress, who is nervously playing with her hands. -She has come to us and she is an heiress, so we have to audition her yes or yes.- she assures me and I sigh exhausted.

Y/n: Okay.- I accept walking to stand behind the sofa.

Amy: Let's see what you know how to do heiress.- she points to her, falling on the sofa in front of me.

Emily: I'll sing a song that I've written.- she explains. –Although I haven't really finished it yet and it still has some work to do, so don't get all worked up . It sounded borderline, I didn't want to sound borderline. - she says quickly nervously. -Fat Amy , a beautiful little pussy.- she flatters and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

Amy: Thank you, go ahead. – Thanks clearly flattered.

Emily: When tomorrow comes, I'll be on my own ...- she begins to sing and I open my eyes surprised by her voice.

There is something in her voice that is soothing and amazing. I can't help but stare at her in complete awe, detailing every detail of her face and the gestures she's making as she sings. I watch as she closes her eyes to concentrate and I can hear a slight rise in confidence in her voice.

She smiled tenderly at the gestures she makes, since she looks very tender moving her hands with the song and with her eyes closed. I nod for her to continue, when she opens her eyes and looks at me as she sings.

Emily: ...And in the dark I found .. - stop singing. –I'm still working and it's a bit green; so .. don't take it into account.- she explains and I press my lips together to avoid laughing out loud.

He sings again, but this time she moves her arms more and she does it with a smile on her face. From one moment to the next she starts making weird noises, like a guitar or something like that and I can't help but let out a laugh.

Chloe: Will you excuse us for a moment ? - she asks when she finishes singing.

Emily: Emm , yes of course.- She accepts confused and the co - captain immediately turns around calling us to come closer.

Chloe: It's pretty good, can we take it? - She asks us all in a whisper, but not low enough so that the heiress doesn't hear her and shifts uncomfortably in her place.

Amy: What do you expect us to say ? - she asks the only captain present. -It's right there.- she whispers, pointing at the girl with her eyes.

Y/n: And she can hear us.- I warn them in a whisper, making the girls greet her with smiles and she makes an awkward gesture with her hand in response.

Amy: She's not a soloist, that's clear.- she whispers giving her opinion.

Flo / Stacie: No.- they deny along with some others.

Chloe: She has come to us, we don't break any rules.- she reminds us in a whisper.

Stacie: The legal loophole is perfect for us.- She assures us and we all nod in agreement with her.

Flo: It's always good to have an extra body, in case someone is kidnapped for ransom, put in a freezer and forced to eat leaves and gas bills.- she says and we all look at her between confused and a little disturbed.

Cynthia: We shouldn't decide anything without Beca.- she doesn't say and I nod my head in agreement.

Stacie: Isn't it strange that she haven't opened her eyes at all?- she asks us and I open my eyes looking at Emily's awkward attitude.

Amy: We're talking about her and she's right there.- She says looking at the brunette with a slightly uncomfortable smile.

Y/n: And she can still hear us.- I remind them quickly when they all smile.

Amy: Let's start with the giraffe legs.- she whispers and I open my eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Amy no.- I deny quickly. -She's in front, she's listening to us and what you just said is offensive.- I scold her with a frown.

Stacie: And then she says that she doesn't look anything like her sister.- she comments, rolling her eyes amused.

Chloe : Okay, let's vote.- she tells us. -Whoever wants it a G sharp and who doesn't want it an E flat.- she explains to us and at three we all sing a G sharp.

We all walk towards her, to stand in front of her with serious faces and not giving her a clue of the result. She sweeps her gaze over all of us quickly, until she collides with mine and stares at me with unfocused eyes.

I look at her a bit confused by her look, but I assume it will be because of my nerves and I give her a soft smile to calm her down a bit.

Chloe: Welcome to the Bellas!- she shouts excitedly and the new one screams happily.

Emily: I'm a happy junk! - screams and starts to dance in a kind of cute but weird; very weird way.

Cynthia: You can stop, you can stop.- She asks gently grabbing her wrists preventing her arms from moving.

Emily: Well, when does my initiation start ? - She asks and I look at her strangely. -An idea, I'm going to my room and I'll act surprised when you cover my head with a hood, while I ride the rubik 's cube while I sip Vodka from a compress.- she says and I look at her as if she were crazy.

Y/n: Yes , well, I'm going to change and that's it.- I say a bit confused and walk towards the stairs.

Stacie: Wait, I'll go with you.- she tells me and slaps me on the butt.

Y/n: Stacie!- I exclaim jumping on the spot and seeing how my roommate starts running up the stairs. -You're going to find out!- i scream and run after her.

I take the stairs two at a time, running down the hall until I reach the door to our room and try to get in it. I hear my friend's amused laugh from the other side of the door, when it barely opens a few inches and she closes it on the other side.

Emily's POV

I watch as the pretty blue-eyed girl runs up the stairs, following Stacie and the girls next to me laugh at them.

Chloe: You'll get used to it, they spend the day making jokes and running one after the other.- She tells me and I nod, returning my gaze to the redhead and the blonde in front of me.

Amy: They're like a TV Reality , they entertain you when you have nothing to do and there's nothing better on TV.- She explains laughing and I smiled slightly.

Chloe: This house really is a 24h Reality.- she tells me laughing and taking a sip of whatever she has in her yellow plastic cup.

Amy : But I hope you have earplugs, heiress.- She tells me taking a step back. -Because with those two can make a lot of noise at night.- she comments with an amused smile and walks towards the kitchen.

I don't know why, that last comment has caused a kind of emptiness in my stomach and I don't really understand why. I mean, the blue-eyed brunette is clearly physically attractive and has a beautiful smile.

During my test, the two times I have looked at her, she has smiled at me in a way that is unique and difficult for me to express. But her smile has somehow put me at ease and my heart has beaten a few milliseconds faster.

Although it could be because of the nerves and the fact that everyone looked at me in a serious way except her. Yes, it's probably that. I don't like girls, so I can't possibly like her and I don't even know her name.

Emily: Are they a couple ? - I ask interested, trying to seem as casual and disinterested as possible.

Chloe: Who Stacie and Y/n? - she asks pointing with her thumb to the stairs.

Emily: Yes, you know from Fat Amy 's comment.- I explain and she shakes her head smiling.

Chloe: No, they only have sporadic sex when neither of them manages to flirt at a party.- She denies amused. -Or when they're horny and the hunter needs attention.- she comments in a whisper, shrugging her shoulders unimportantly.

Emily: The hunter ? - I ask completely lost.

Chloe: It's what Stacie calls her vagina.- She answers me amused and I open my eyes in surprise.

Amy: Okay girls! It's party time!- she shouts suddenly appearing next to me and I jump in fright. –We have the tickets for Copenhagen and a new Bella! - she yells putting an arm around my shoulders at the end.

Emily: Party ? - I ask confused and a little excited, it would be my first university party and also being a Bella.

Amy: The trebels are having a party tonight.- She replies, standing next to the redhead again. -Now let's go! - she shouts and they all start walking towards the front door.

Y/n: Wait for me! - She shouts already changed and going down the stairs two by two.

I take in the clothes she's wearing and I can't help but run my eyes up and down her body. I open my mouth in awe, at how incredibly beautiful and attractive she looks. She wears a black top with a V-neckline, revealing her breasts and abs. Oh my god! She has abs.

I look down from her abs, seeing her black mom jeans and how the waist and butt area hugs her body like a glove. I snap out of my reverie when I feel someone link their arm through mine and pull me towards the door.

Jessica: Hi, my name is Jessica and her name is Ashley.- She introduces herself with a big smile and also introduces the short-haired brunette next to her.

Emily: My name is Emily.- I introduce myself focusing on them and not on the girl who just came down the stairs.

Ashley: We know, you've already introduced yourself.- she comments with a small laugh. -Anyway, welcome to the Bellas Emily, you'll see how much fun you have and the fun things we do.- she promises me with a huge smile.

Jessica: Do you know the name of the girls ? - I wonder and I shake my head.

Ashley: Perfect, we'll point them out to you and tell you their names.- She assures me, positioning herself on my free side and intertwining her arm with mine; just like Jessica.

Jessica: The short girl with black hair and a Latin accent is Flo Fuentes, she joined the Bellas about two years ago and she's a lot of fun.- She points to the girl next to the Asian girl.

Ashley: The one next door is called Lilly, she is somewhat mysterious and quiet.- she explains to me. –We don't know much about her because when she speaks she does it very very softly and we are not able to understand her.- she tells me and the blonde nods in support.

Jessica: The ones who won't stop fighting and were all wet are Stacie . Conrad and Y/n Mitchell.- she says pointing to the duo. - Stacie is the one on her back, she's a bit cheeky and she doesn't care if her opinions annoy someone. - She comments while we see how the newly named jumps and climbs on the pretty girl's back.

Ashley: Y/n is the complete opposite of her, she is a very kind and direct person, but she tries not to make what she says bother or hurt someone by being as politically correct as possible.- She explains and I nod, keeping that information locked. .

Emily: Wait Mitchell? - I ask confused, since I know of a Mitchell in the Bellas and that is Beca, the creator of the Bella sound and a legend. -I thought that the only Mitchell in the Bellas was Beca.- I comment and the two laugh, but not in mockery or something like that.

Ashley: It was two years ago.- She tells me and I'm still confused. - Y/n is Beca's little sister, she is two years younger than her and I enter the Bellas as soon as I enter university.- she explains and I nod in understanding.

Emily: So Y/ n and Beca are real sisters.- I say to make the point clear and the two nod in confirmation.

Jessica: Yes, but they are completely the opposite of each other.- She assures me with a small smile. –While Y/n is more spontaneous, sentimental, fun and smiling; Beca is more serious, firm and only smiles when she is with her sister, Chloe , Amy or when one of us falls.- She tells me and starts laughing along with the other Bella.

Ashley: It's actually funny to see Beca all rude and serious at one point, but as soon as Y/n shows up and hugs her she's a total teddy bear.- She assures me and I can't help but smile imagining it.

I'm sure that Y/n's hugs are incredible, they are surely one of those that warm you up inside and make you feel safe. I bite my lip helplessly, imagining how it will feel to have Y/n come to your side and hug you.

Jessica: Then there is Cynthia Rose, she is very funny, somewhat rude and has an impressive voice.- she tells me excitedly.

Ashley: Really all of us have good voices, the best from my point of view are those of Cynthia , Y/n, Chloe and Beca to tell the truth.- She thinks and that makes me want to hear Y/n sing in some rehearsal with all my soul.

Jessica: Don't say we told you, but Cynthia in her first year told us that she had a gambling problem, when she left it with her girlfriend and started playing poker.- she tells me in a whisper and I open my eyes surprised.

Emily: But is she better now? - I ask a little worried, gambling is something very serious and destroys many lives.

Ashley: Yes, with the help of the Bellas she got ahead and hasn't played since first grade.- she answers me with a reassuring smile.

During the way to the trebels house . They keep telling me information and basic things about all the girls in the house. I have to admit that I have asked a lot about Y/n, trying to be as subtle as possible and thus avoid raising any suspicion.

Not that I like her or anything. It's just that Y/n makes me very curious and I'd like to know about her, before I talk to her and make a fool of myself in front of her.

Because I am very clumsy and somewhat shy, so ridicule is something that is almost guaranteed. But I don't want to make a fool of myself and let her see how clumsy I am the first time we talk. So I need as much information as possible that I can get, without my interest being too noticeable and girls thinking something it's not.

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