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sinsirellaxx · 2 days

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hii could you do toxic Matteo (or all the boys) and they get mad and really aggressive so they guilt trip the reader basically saying it’s there fault and that they have help him😭? Do you get what I mean

This mess is your fault

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Warning: Toxic relationship

A/N: Hi, I hope I got it right – if not, just send me another request. 🙈

Enjoy!

The first few months of your relationship Mattheo had been nothing but sweet – he was cheeky and such a tease, yes … but he would never treat you poorly. You were the love of his life after all. That what he always told you.

There were a few curious incidents that sent a wave of nausea through you whenever you thought of them, but you couldn’t tell whether those incidents were justified or not – you had never been in a relationship before and had nothing to compare. Mattheo had acted out of boyfriendly-duty, right?

Thankfully, those incidents had been rare and predominated by your otherwise bubbly and cheesy boyfriend. The biggest change you had seen in your boyfriend, however, was after your first time with him: It had been on your first anniversary – you had wanted to wait, and he had been respectful of your wishes. Mattheo had been careful with you, constantly watching out for you and asking if everything was alright. That night you had been sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. That he was the right one. But soon after, he had grown more possessive – demanding to control everything you did and supervising most of your conversations with others.

At first, you hadn’t thought anything of it – the new, more aggressive Mattheo had sent butterflies through your stomach, leaving you feeling giddy and excited. The thought of him being jealous and possessive seemed more … romantic. At least, that was what you had told yourself.

But when he started going through your dresser, throwing everything he deemed inappropriate onto one pile – even your favorite pieces – you lost it.

“What the hell do you think you are doing, Matty?!” You gasped as you ran to him, pulling on his right arm to move him away from your dresser. Mattheo didn’t budge, roughly pushing you away with the arm you held onto, causing you to trip over your feet and fall down with a yelp. He had never laid a hand on your before – the spot on your chest hurt from the way he had pushed you with his elbow.

“I’m cleaning your dresser, what else could I be doing?” He spat, not fazed that he had just pushed you to the floor. Your eyes widened at his tone, your heart beating faster as the memories of every weird incident rushed over you, alarm bells ringing in your head. No, please no. You told yourself, trying to calm yourself. Mattheo was still your Matty, right? Taking in a deep breath, you slowly stood up, “No, Mattheo. I can see that. But why? I don’t want you to do that, so stop it.”

“And not just that, I want you to stop reading through my messages and – I have the feeling tthat you are trying to control and manipulate me all the time.”

At this Mattheo stopped, his shoulders tensed as he let his head hang down, hands resting on the wardrobe rail. He chuckled lowly, before pushing himself away from the remaining clothing. “It’s funny how you think you have a say in any of this, but I have to admit, you are smarter than I thought, love.” Turning around to face you he took a few steps towards you, his eyes dangerously narrow – the dangerous glint in them causing you to take a step back whenever he took one towards you. “You are mine now. You do as I say. If I don’t want you to dress like that, you don’t. If I want to throw away your clothes, I will. If I don’t want, you to talk to your friends then you will just have to accept it.” Mattheo smiled widely at you; his head tilted to the side.

When the back of your legs finally hit your bed, you were forced to stop, holding your breath when his hand came to cup your cheek.

“Do you understand, love?” He whispered against your lips. “And really, this is all just your fault – you made me like this. You have been neglecting our relationship, trying to draw the attention of other people to you. I have to protect you.” Pressing a feather like kiss onto your slightly parted lips he took a step back.

"This mess is your fault."

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sinsirellaxx · 3 days

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The prince of your dreams

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Warning: canon-typical violence.

A/N: Should this be a story/one shot? Would you be interested? Let me know!

PS: I'm currently obsessed with Daemon ... 😤

You had heard tales of dragons – they were told to be majestic but fearful creatures. And everyone who has heard of dragons also knows of the history of the dragon riders.

Just like every other girl, you had dreamed of your prince in shining armor – but instead of a white horse, the prince of your dreams came on dragon back.

A decade later you were taught that the prince on dragon back wouldn’t be your dream prince but the prince of your nightmares – setting your whole world on fire. Screams of panic and grief filled the usually silent night air followed by the sound of destruction. The smell of sulfur and fire woke you from your peaceful slumber, the distant cries of your folk drawing you from the comfort of your warm bed.

You clumsily stumbled out of your bed, almost tripping in your haste to reach the window – you could feel your heart in your throat as you pushed aside the curtains.

Hell – your eyes were met with the sight of a sea of fire – people were running out of their homes and onto the streets, trying to hide from the spreading fire.

Confusion overcame you and left you motionless – it looked like it rained lava.

Frantic knocking on your door pulled you away from your window. Your mother’s panicked voice calling out to you, telling you you had to leave.

Grabbing a silk robe, you threw it around you before rushing out, your mother’s weirdly cold hands grabbing you and pulling you along. You had never seen your mother that distressed before. You wondered why. It was just a fire – right?

You asked your mother why she was so scared, but she didn’t answer, instead she continued running.

Before you could repeat your question, a sudden heat tickled your back, the sound of concrete crumbling followed by the crackling of fire overwhelmed your senses as you forced your head to turn around as much as possible. One half of your home lay in ashes – you would have died if not for your mother. Your eyes widened as the grip on your mother’s hand tightened, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

When you finally made it outside you almost crashed into your neighbors, your home had completely been engulfed in flames by now as you maneuvered through the crowded city. It was complete chaos. When you heard a monstrous screeching sound you stopped in your tracks, turning around to locate the sound.

Your whole body froze, eyes wide as you took in the sight in front of you. A huge beast with wings hovered in front of you, teeth barred and its silhouette casting a shadow over you – swallowing you in complete darkness.

It was a dragon.

Remembering the tales from your childhood your eyes immediately looked for a dragon rider – it had to have one, right?

And sure enough, your eyes spot a knight with blonde-silver hair on the back of the beast – just like the prince of your dreams. But instead of swooping in to save and love you he wreaked havoc over your city, burning everything and everyone without a second thought.

Fire and blood.

#hotd daemon #daemon targaryen x reader #prince daemon targaryen #daemon x reader #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd imagines #fire and blood #a song of ice and fire

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sinsirellaxx · 4 days

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I have a request… this is my first one ever so I apologize if it’s not somthing you’d write but I love your ‘toxic’ reader with the toxic Slytherin boys.

Anyways Would you be able to write somthing that is toxic-ish reader with toxic Slytherin boys- inspired by like a boy by Ciara. Maybe the boys are cheating and the reader gets back at them and treats them how the reader was treated?

Thank you so much! I love your writing smmmm! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Slytherin boys – what would they do if you got back at them for cheating?

Warning: Toxic relationship

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words and for sending your very first request to me! 🥹 Hope you'll like it!

Mattheo …

… cheated on you one month into your relationship. Why? He couldn’t wait with intimacy that long. He was just a boy with urges after all.

… had rolled his eyes when you had told him to fuck off, knowing you’d be back soon.

… however, was shocked, when he found you sitting in the girl’s lap, he had cheated on you with in the common room, entangled in a make out session.

… had blinked dumbly at you, when you told him that you just wanted to see if the girl was worth cheating with, shrugging as you claimed to have tasted better.

… throws his phone at the wall, when the sixth call that evening goes straight to your mailbox – you had stood him up. With a huff he’d storm out of his room and straight to yours only to be met by the sight of you between another boy’s legs.

… he angrily stormed out when you just smirked at him with an ‘oopsie’, promising himself to get you back.

Theodore …

… would always roll his eyes at you whenever you got jealous.

… would cheat on you with the girl he told you not to worry about.

… is shocked to find you sucking off his best friend. You wouldn’t go down on your boyfriend but him? Theo has the audacity to be offended.

… takes a few days to himself before he tells you that you are even now and to stop with the madness. You just nod innocently at him, which puts his mind at ease.

… the following weeks he’d occasionally catch you flirt with others, even seeing you with another boy in Hogsmeade.

… he’d be furious with you – completely jealous.

… would want to go through your messages or tell you to stop talking to all those boys. When his demands were met with an annoyed you, rolling your eyes at him he was shook.

Lorenzo …

… would throw hands if you cheated on him. He’d immediately pull the other boy away from you and start punching him.

… would gape at you in pure shock when you pulled him away and told him to stop being a freaking hypocrite.

… couldn’t sleep after that – he’d turn into this possessive boyfriend who wanted to be with you 24/7.

… is shocked when you start ghosting him.

… in complete denial – how could you be so cruel to him, when he was nothing but sweet to you? Minus all the times he cheated, stood you up, controlled you etc. – just minor inconveniences, right?

Draco …

… is shocked that a sweet girl such as you could cheat on him? It does not make any sense to him.

… he’d be devastated and tell you that he wasn’t sure if he could forgive you. Honestly, he is the biggest hypocrite.

… he’d be speechless if you just shrugged your shoulders and told him that you hadn’t forgiven him either – so, you were fine with that. Draco would be surprised that he needed to be forgiven for anything?

Blaise …

… would be heartbroken. Yes, he had treated you like that first but how could his princess hurt his fragile heart like that?

… would drown in self-pity if he caught you in bed with the boy you told him not to worry about.

… would forgive you because he knew deep down that he had deserved that.

… would be trapped in a toxic relationship with you and even if he worked on himself – who knew if you would?

Tom …

… would probably be sent to Azkaban if he found out you cheated on him even if you did it first.

… would be livid with you. Because how dare you?

… would call you names, totally ignoring the fact that he started this whole mess.

… would try to gaslight you into apologizing and try to make you feel like the villain but is shocked to find out that you are stronger than he had thought.

… would be twice as possessive as before and if you refused to be controlled, he’d just try to keep everyone else away.

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sinsirellaxx · 5 days

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can you write a pt. 2 of theodore falling in love with another where theo sees you move on and realizes he still loves you, and possibly a second chance?🥹 if you can’t that’s okay❤️

The grass on the other side

Theodore Nott x Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request! x

Theodore watched you laugh with your friends, his eyes narrow and his jaw tight. He was brooding. His throat suddenly felt as dry as sandpaper when the boy next to you placed his hand on your shoulder, drawing another laugh from you with the nonsense he was surely spitting.

He suddenly felt the strong urge to whip out his wand and hex the boy across the room. Theodore stood up from his spot and walked out of the Great Hall, his appetite gone. He was confused and overwhelmed by the negative thoughts swirling around in his head. He had wanted this: wanted to end the relationship with you because he couldn’t stand looking into your eyes anymore. So, why were his hands trembling from anger? Why was he consumed by the green-eyed monster – the thought of you being touched by anyone else but him made him want to rip his hair out.

He heard his new fling call after him, but he didn’t bother acknowledging her or turning around.

He suddenly hated her.

Theodore had never regretted anything in his life before, but the reality of you having moved on humbled him quickly. The only thing he could think about was you – you must have hexed him or snuck in a love potion into his morning drink. No matter how much he entertained that thought he knew that was impossible. You wouldn’t bother with stupid intrigues like that. You were too pure – too lovely for that.

Over the next few days, he avoided his new fling at all cost, while trying to stalk you as best as he could. He was curious – did you have a new boyfriend? Did you move on?

When he overheard that boy talking about how hot you were the next day, he made it his mission to make him suffer and regret talking to you. After he had talked to your new lover-boy he had expected anything but you turning up at his door with your hands on your hips. He always thought you were the prettiest when angered.

“Why the fuck did you do it?”

Cocky as always, Theodore only smirked at you, staring you up and down before finally parting his lips to talk.

“He overstepped my boundaries.” He tall male explained with a shrug, emphasizing the word that you had liked to use so frequently in your relationship. Boundaries.

You scoffed, “What boundaries are you talking about?”

“Isn’t it clear? He touched what’s mine.” And just as fast the smirk was back on his face, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning against the door frame as he stepped closer to you.

Your lips parted in surprise. You had always known Theodore Nott to be an arrogant asshole, but this took the cake.

“Go fuck yourself, Nott.” Is all you managed to say before turning to leave, his eyes fixed on your hips as he watched you walk away.

He’d seen the excitement in your eyes, you couldn’t hide from him – he knew you too well. He closed the door softly after you were out of his sight and that night, he could finally sleep in peace with the knowledge that soon, he’d have you in his arms again.

#theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott #theo nott x reader

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sinsirellaxx · 5 days

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What do you think would lead the Toxic!Slytherin boys to resort to therapy or any other kind of useful resource to try to solve all the negative shit in their lives and improve that nasty attitude of theirs? Because, let's be honest, even if they're charming and attractive af (reason num. 1 I'm here lol) these five losers desperately NEED therapy and I don't think they could continue living in such a destructive way forever without facing countless consequences 😅

Slytherin boys – What would lead the boys to change for you

Warning: Our toxic boys being less toxic

A/N: Thank you for the request! This was quite refreshing, because you are right: They're hot but who would really deal with their shit?

Honestly, I think all of them would need too grow up first (and grow a pair). Distancing themselves from their toxic environment and creating space to heal would be crucial as well. Because with people around them who enable their behavior there is no room to change. 😌

Mattheo …

… who would have to lose you first before he was blessed with the realization that he had lost you due to his temper.

… who would at first be in denial, cockily telling himself that he didn’t need you.

… who would only realize that he needs you after his father had died and his shoulders were finally free of the burden of the Death Eaters.

… who sat in his room all alone, with a picture of you in front of him. He’d break down crying, finally succumbing to the pain of losing you and allowing himself to heal from his past.

… who would take his time to let go of his past and focus on himself before he even dared to think of contacting you – for he knew that he needed you like air to breathe.

… who constantly felt the urge to stalk you. To see and find out about what you are up to. But a small voice in his head told him that it would be wrong. So instead, he chose to learn an instrument to take his mind off things.

… who would finally step in front of you after a year of not seeing you, with a sheepish smil and a warmth that you had never seen in his eyes before.

“Hey … long time no see.”

Theodore …

… who suffered immensely from PTSD when you started distancing yourself from him.

… who immediately would disconnect from the outer world, skipping classes and avoiding anyone including you.

… who’d lie in his bed all day, with the curtains drawn. Not even stepping out to eat or shower.

… whose eyes widened, burning with guilt when your soft voice breached through the dark clouds surrounding him and opened the curtains to his bed. You slowly laid down facing him, your hand moving to hold his hand comfortingly.

… who’d break down in front of you for the first time ever – feeling as helpless as the young Theodore who had just lost his mother.

… who’d agree to see a muggle therapist if it meant you’d stay by his side forever.

“There is truly nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Lorenzo …

… who would need to grow up first, to realize that he couldn’t continue treating you like a commodity.

… whose heart broke the more your light dimmed, and your smile faded. The realization of him being the sole reason for your sadness killing him softly.

… who would stand in front of the mirror, prodding and pinching his face as the mask he usually wore broke apart.

… who would silently start changing and doing sweet little gestures that he knew you had appreciated at the beginning of your relationship.

… who would buy you fresh flowers every week, accompanied by a letter telling you how much you meant to him.

… who would distance himself from his toxic friends and family members that tried to tell him that you were not worth it, whereas his old self would have resorted to violence.

… who would start asking you about your thoughts and emotions more frequently, watching you glow while telling him about your own wants.

… who would hide notes of encouragement between your things – afraid he wasn’t telling you how perfect you were enough.

… who would take you on dates that you would like, buy you things you’d mention wanting or liking in passing.

… who would grow to be your biggest supporter.

“You are the biggest blessing in my life, princess. I’ll always support your decisions no matter what.”

Draco …

… who would watch you leave him because he had been too busy with himself to stop you.

… who only realized what he had lost after he graduated from Hogwarts.

… who wouldn’t know how to contact you, suddenly afraid of being rejected.

… who would take his time to build himself up after having to deal with the repercussions of being a Death Eater.

… who would wait for a sign from the universe to talk to you, which came in the form of you walking into him as he rounded a corner in Diagon Alley.

… who would be overwhelmed by the onslaught of emotions when he finally had you in his arms again – even if it was just to keep you from falling. His eyes threatening to burn with tears.

“It’s been a while … would you like to talk over a cup of tea?”

Blaise …

… who broke up with you, for you, because he knew you could never leave him, no matter how toxic he was for you.

… who broke up with you, to protect you from the darkness in his life.

… who would focus on a journey to find himself, occasionally feeling the strong urge to crawl back to you.

… who would strongly believe that if you were truly made for each other, you’d find a way to be together again one day.

… who would frequently ask about your well-being, happy to know you are doing better.

… who’d be ready for you after graduation, if you still wanted him.

“I just want you to be happy. Truly happy.”

Tom …

… who didn’t believe in therapy or the concept of help in general.

… who would need to grow out of the role of Voldemort’s oldest son first, before he could start working on himself.

… who would simply nod when you broke up with him – if you broke up with him.

… who finally admitted to himself that he needed help to be better for you.

… who would turn up on your doorstep years after graduation, with your favorite flowers in hand and a bunch of letters addressed to you that he had never actually sent to you.

“You look beautiful, as always.”

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sinsirellaxx · 5 days

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Five times you broke the Rogue Prince’s heart

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Warning: Daemon, infidelity, miscarriage-scare, violence

Also: As always – not proofread.

The first time was shortly after you had caught him with his niece. He had followed you back to your chambers in a frenzy, his heart beating uncomfortably faster from being caught by you. He had thrown the doors open, his face softening when he saw you cry, clutching the front of your dress. He stepped closer to you, his hands in the air wanting to pull you into his chest – he felt horrible. His steps faltered when you suddenly clutched your stomach, moaning out in pain with the underlying sense of fear. Your unborn babe.

Daemon immediately called for help when you fell to your knees, rushing to your side to hold you.

In the midst of pain, you slapped his hands away, glaring at him with a fire in your eyes that he had never seen in you before. “Do not touch me! This is your fault, I hate you!” You screamed at him, interrupted by another wave of pain as you hugged your stomach protectively.

The maester and maids filled your room, your pained voice shouting at your husband to be removed. Stubborn as Daemon is he outright refused to leave your side but when the maester told him it would be better for your safety — with a trembling voice – scared of what the Rogue Prince might do – he finally left dejectedly.

The second time you broke his heart was shortly after the first. After hours of not being able to see you – of not knowing if you and his unborn child were healthy – the maester finally walked out of your room. Daemon immediately barked at the poor man, demanding to know about your wellbeing. The maester reassured him, told him that both you and the babe were alright. “But she needs rest, my lord.” When Daemon tried to enter the room, he quickly added, “I do not think she wishes to see you, my lord. If she is exposed to too much stress again, I fear the babe might not survive it this time.”

Daemon wished to scream, his hand itching on top of the pommel of Dark Sister – desperately wanting to decapitate the maester for telling him what to do. But the old man was probably right.

Turning on his heel he stormed away.

The third time you broke his heart was moons after the second incident. You were in King’s Landing again, your relationship still rocky, as you wandered through the garden of the Red Keep, your hands under your belly to support the weight. You ran across Cregan Stark – an honorable and handsome man who had you long for a husband like him. He had joined you on a walk that day, telling you stories of the north and the Dire Wolve – promising to show you one even if it was the last thing he’d do. Daemon had seen the two of you from inside the keep, his eyes narrowed into slits as he watched you laugh without a worry. He had never seen you that happy before. You never let your guard down around him. Laughing suited you.

Your feet tripped over something, your body stumbling forward. You were lucky Cregan had been with you, for his arms immediately shot out to stabilize you, helping you stand upright before holding your shoulders in his hands. “Is everything alright, princess?”

You blinked as you stared into his warm, worried eyes, nodding dumbly as you didn’t trust yourself to form words.

Daemon seethed, his insides brimming with envy at the close proximity and the look in your eyes – the look he had never been at the receiving end of. How dare he touch you? How dare you look at him like that.

It should have been him, to assist you. But instead, you continued your stroll through the garden with the nasty wolf by your side and a beautiful blush on your cheeks.

The fourth time you broke Daemon’s heart was moons after giving birth to your child. Daemon had been smitten with his daughter, his love for you only growing stronger.

The arrival of your child seemed to have quenched the fire between the two of you – at least that is what he thought. But he would soon find out that it wasn’t forgiveness but apathy that had broken down the tension between the two of you: you didn’t care anymore. You had come to him with a proposal – an offering.

“I know your affections lie elsewhere, my prince. If I can take a lover as well, you are free to do whatever you want with whomever you want. The only thing I ask for is the same freedom.”

The room was heavy with silence, the tension thick enough to cut through. You flinched when Daemon pushed you against the wall, his fist colliding with the hard stone next to your head. He was hurt, disappointed and livid by your proposal and the only way of coping he knew was aggression. So, he started threatening you. Threatening to take away your child – to keep you from seeing your daughter if you dared to entertain such vile thoughts again. Instead of starting to cry, as he had expected you to do, you had pushed him away and stormed out of the room, leaving him to wreck the whole room in his anger.

He was pushing you further away from him.

The fifth time you broke Daemon’s heart was when he came home after a mission in King’s Landing with you nowhere to be found. You had left and taken your daughter with you during his absence. The only thing left was a letter written in a rush.

Dear Prince Daemon,

In the midst of your absence, I take up my quill with a heart devoid of warmth, yet heavy with the weight of decision. It is with an indifference born of betrayal and disillusionment that I convey to you the choice I have made.

No longer can I bear the burden of feigned civility, nor the hollow pretense of marital devotion.

In your absence, I have taken our daughter into my care, shielding her from the bitter realities of our fractured union. It is my solemn duty as a mother to spare her the anguish of witnessing the dissolution of our bond, to shelter her from the storm that rages within our home.

Know, my lord, that this decision is not borne of rash impulse, but of a calculated assessment of my own well-being and that of our child. It is a choice made with a mind unclouded by sentimentality, guided only by the imperative of self-preservation.

May the gods grant you the strength to bear the consequences of your actions, and may you find solace in the emptiness that now pervades our once-hallowed halls.

With a heart grown cold,

The girl, who you forcefully separated from her home and whose dreams you have shattered

#hotd daemon #prince daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #gregory house #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #a song of ice and fire #daemon x rhaenyra

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sinsirellaxx · 6 days

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Toxic!Slytherin boys when they realize that if they don't make an effort to change, they will never fully win the heart of the person they believe to be the love of their life.

Slytherin Boys – when they realize that they could lose you if they don't make an effort to change

Warnings: toxic boys, being their toxic selves.

Mattheo …

… would struggle so much. He would be in complete denial and think that everyone else was trying to force you apart until you finally broke down in front of him because of something he had said. His eyes had widened when he heard you whimper as you cried. And that was the first time he actually questioned himself.

… was plagued by nightmares that night, when he laid in bed. Nightmares of losing you. In the morning, he had to accept the truth: He was going to lose you if he didn’t change.

… would change slowly, as it proved to be more difficult to let old habits die than he expected. He wouldn’t talk about it or apologize to you in fear of making you realize what big of an asshole he had been to you – he couldn’t risk losing you. He would only apologize and tell you he’d change if you were to fight.

Theodore …

… is confused when you angrily shut the door behind you, standing in the middle of his room, all alone, with his mouth agape.

… would immediately take it back a notch and suppress the urge to control and manipulate you.

… would apologize to you with tears in his beautiful eyes as he lifted your hands to his face to press kisses onto every single finger.

… would not be as cocky and arrogant as usual after being ignored by you for days – because for the first time ever, he was scared of losing you.

… would buy you flowers every day – he would even make the lemon biscotti his late mother used to make him to cheer him up.

“My mother used to make these for me to express her love for me and I hope it conveys the same message to you. I’m so sorry, amore. I was wrong – please forgive me.”

Lorenzo …

… would be dead-serious when he realized you were drifting away.

… would try everything to tighten his grip on you – which backfired at first. While he was trying to pull you closer, he pushed you even further away with his clinginess.

… would have to confide in his friend, for he couldn’t find a balanced way to change but he wouldn’t be satisfied with their feedback.

… in the end he would sit you down and talk to you – heart to heart. He would push aside his pride and talk about his insecurities with you and tell you that he wanted to change.

… had been scared at first – thinking you would laugh into his face. However, it seemed to be the right thing to do as you seemed to melt away at his vulnerability, throwing your arms around him in a warm embrace.

“Thank you, love. I’ll be better, I promise.”

Draco …

… panics.

… is frantic because he does not know what to do. What were you expecting of him?

… would be too proud to ask you.

… asks his mother instead, who is disappointed by her son’s behavior.

… will think about his mother’s words after the hour-long lecture that he had to sit through and will try to apply some of her advice.

… will work really hard to make things right.

“I’m sorry for neglecting your feelings, princess.”

Blaise …

… knew it was coming.

… knew that you were smart and that you would probably be fed up with him if he went too far – which he apparently did.

… he’d be at your door the next morning after the fight, ready to do whatever you asked of him.

“Babe, I truly love you – please forgive me. I know you love me too. So, please … give me another chance.”

Tom …

… refuses to change.

… does not recognize his mistakes or wrong-doings – he thinks you’re being overly sensitive and dramatic.

… is a legilimens and uses his abilities to his advantage – if he finds out that you are too weak to leave him – too in love – he’ll never change.

… however, if he is worried, he’ll entertain your wish for him to change occasionally. Giving into some of your demands once in a while if it works out for him only to go back to his usual ways.

… will have you trapped that way. If you somehow try to leave him, he’ll still have his trusted wand to assist him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, doll. Now be a good girl and come here – you know I’d never harm you in any way.”

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Five times the Rogue Prince made you cry

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Warning: Daemon being Daemon, mentions of dubcon, angst and heartbreak?

Also: Not proofread – as always. Are we even surprised at this point?

The first time he had made you cry; was the second time you had met him. The first time you had met him was at a celebration at the Red Keep, his eyes had been glued to you the moment they had come across you. You weren’t sure what had drawn him to you, because you and everyone else were aware of his preferences – and you were nothing like the ideal woman that he was surely after. What you were sure of, however, was the feeling of discomfort and dread wash over you as his eyes burned into your skin. You had excused yourself early and parted from your friends and family before he had the chance to approach you.

After that, you saw him as he was invading your city, causing havoc and brutally cutting down everyone that came across him. Your wide teary eyes, filled with grief and hatred, had met his wicked ones before you turned around and ran. Ran until your legs burned – begging you to stop and rest. But you couldn’t. The sound of him hot on your tail haunting you and forcing you to push your muscles beyond their limits, scared of what he might do to you if he caught you.

The only thing that saved you that night was you jumping off a cliff and into the deep dark sea – lucky that you hadn’t hit your head on a stone upon breaching through the water surface. Before the Rogue Prince could reach the waters, you had managed to run into the woods and hide.

The second time he had made you cry was in the free city of Braavos. After having escaped that horrible night, you had not returned home to look for any remaining family – in fear of running across the Rogue Prince and having to face the reality of losing your family. Instead, you had traveled to Braavos to start a new life and to find the faceless men, for the world was not kind to helpless girls or women – you needed to learn how to fend for yourself. After weeks of trying to coax your way into the guild you finally made it into it. Moons pass by, before you cross paths with the Rogue Prince again. You don’t see him until he is just a few feet away from you, his hand reaching out towards you, his eyes filled with the same electric excitement as that night. You turned around just in time, stumbling back a few steps when your brain registered his Targaryen features. When you finally realized you turned around and ran, the blonde prince right behind you.

You felt a wave of nausea hit you at the Déjà vu, the situation so ironic that it made you want to laugh. You were thankful that you had spent a good amount of time exploring the city as you maneuvered through narrow alleys, pushing random objects to the floor behind you to slow the prince down.

Why was he here? Had he been searching for you? If so, why?

When you spotted the temple of the Faceless-Men your eyes lit up, but before you could relax the thought of luring a stranger to the guild to the temple would be fatal. You’d be in trouble with the Faceless-Men, and it was never wise to show your hideout to your enemy. Which is why you took a sharp turn, stumbling in the process. Fuck. Fear consumed your body when a hand shot out, grasping the back of your shirt with inhuman strength, pulling you back into the hard chest of your captor. You had lost. His strong arms wrapped around you, caging you in.

“I finally got you, little bird.” He chuckled into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your cheek like dragon fire, leaving a burning sensation in its wake. You had started thrashing around immediately; kicking your legs, pushing your elbow into his sides but nothing seemed to help – his grip was like iron around you. His embrace would be your personal birdcage from then on. The more you seemed to put up a fight, the wider the smirk on his face grew. As impatient as Daemon was, he quickly grew tired of your tantrum, the elbow that had managed to hit him in the face was the last straw. He quickly turned you around before bending down to throw you over his shoulder, his arm wrapping tightly around your thighs. He wouldn’t take any more chances. He would not lose you again. After walking across the whole city, he had stopped in the middle of nowhere. When you heard the screech of his Dragon you felt tears burn behind your eyes. You truly had lost.

When he heaved you up onto the dragon, a lone tear rolled down your cheek. When he climbed up behind you, his arms immediately wrapping around you possessively the rest of your tears followed.

“Let’s go home, riñītsos.”

The third time he had made you cry was shortly after the second time. Instead of King’s Landing he had taken you to Dragonstone, locking you into one of the rooms before disappearing for a few days. The maids had been the only people you had seen over those days. They had washed you, dressed you and fed you, before disappearing again. On the fifth day, the Maids had entered your room in a rush, carrying a beautiful gown into your chambers before ushering you into the bathroom. A weird feeling had spread through your body; the gown looked like a wedding-gown, the feeling of nausea rushed over you, weakening your knees and if you hadn’t been seated in the hot water you would have surely fainted. The urge to throw up had grown worse when you were seated in front of the vanity, the maids working on your hair and applying some kohl and tint onto your trembling lips. Afterwards you were forced into the beautiful gown, the corset was tied tightly, and you had wished for the corset to completely cut of your airstream and suffocate you. But fate wasn’t that kind.

The maids had left you after that, but you hadn’t been left alone for long as the Rogue Prince entered your chambers with a wide grin on his face.

“Gods – you look beautiful, riñītsos. Have you missed me?” He came to stand behind you, his chest touching your back as he pressed his nose into your hair, taking in your scent.

When you had stepped away from him, he tutted his tongue, pulling you towards him again. You had tried your best to avoid looking him in the eyes, but you couldn’t help but look up when you felt the feeling of cold metal on your neck and chest. Your hand flew up to touch the necklace, looking down to see the beautiful ruby gemstones encased by dragon claws. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” He whispered as you examined it silently. “It’s my wedding gift.”

At the word wedding your whole body tensed up again. You had immediately started protesting, your hands frantically trying to unclasp the necklace, but the prince had only chuckled at your pathetic attempt. “No? What do you think will happen, if you start running again, little bird? Do you really think that you can escape me? Escape from Dragonstone?” The silence that had followed was loud, followed by a low, haunting chuckle. He had been right. You couldn’t escape.

That day you had cried in front of the sept as you were bound to the man you feared most in front of his gods. That day you had cried yourself to sleep after he had defiled you – after he had greedily taken everything from you until exhaustion finally took over you.

The fourth time he had made you cry was when Daemon had stormed into your chambers, an unreadable look on his face as he approached you with big steps. You had been scared, your body still sore from the previous night but instead of bending you over as he liked to do most of the nights, he had kneeled in front of you – hugging your body and pressing his face into your stomach.

“My little dragon. Thank you, ābrazȳrys.” He had said, before pressing soft kisses onto your stomach, his hands squeezing your bottom as he took in a deep breath. “The maester informed me you’re with child, little bird.”

His words had made your heart skip a bit, the feeling of anxiety threatening to consume your nerve as your eyes had widened in shock. You were pregnant with his child.

“You are mine forever, riñītsos.”

The fifth time you had cried was when you caught him kiss his niece in a dark corridor – the pregnancy hormones had messed with your feelings you had told yourself as you had run back to the safety of the room. You had cried and cried, clutching onto the front of your dress at your heart’s betrayal. You had fallen for your captor. And your captor had cheated on you.

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Unwanted Bride PT. 2

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Warnings: badly written smut (honestly), dub-con, Daemon

A/N: My first time writing real smut – honestly, this was so hard! Also not proofread – because I don't think I can reread this.

You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach as your husband refused the bedding ceremony – you were a shy little thing and Daemon could see right through your attitude. Your whole body had shuddered when he his hand had gripped your hips too tightly while dancing, your cheeks flushing a deep red unable to hold his gaze for longer than a fleeting moment. You were definitely a timid little bird, and he wouldn’t want to put you through the barbaric ritual of people touching you inappropriately. He was going to put you through a lot himself after all.

Daemon stood up from his seat, your eyes glued to his tall figure, swallowing dryly at his intimidating height. You weren’t naïve, you knew what was awaiting you. He could see it in your eyes, the panic and insecurity. Who knows what your friends and family had told you about him or about consummation. Had they even informed you about what to do or what to expect?

Reaching out his hand towards you, the Targaryen prince waited patiently for you to take his hand, his signature grin on his face. Hesitantly you reached out, your fingers surprisingly cold as they softly curled around his hand. Daemon bit back a smirk, he enjoyed watching you fidget and grow more and more insecure as the night wore on – the moment you would become a woman and leave behind the innocence you still possessed growing closer. Gripping your hand tightly he pulled you up and away from the table, not wasting any more time as he pulled you along with him. You let yourself be dragged away with a small gasp, your free hand clumsily moving to bundle your skirts to not trip over the several layers.

As Daemon led you away from the table, he couldn't shake the sense of anticipation that coursed through his veins. There was something exhilarating about having you at his side, something that stirred a primal desire deep within him.

He could feel the weight of your hand in his, the slight tremble of your fingers sending a shiver down his spine. Despite your attempts to conceal your nerves, he could sense the panic and insecurity lurking you felt, and it only served to fuel his own excitement.

With each step you took, Daemon felt a sense of power and control wash over him, a feeling that he relished in as he led you through the crowded hall. It was intoxicating, the way you stumbled along beside him, your skirts billowing around you as you struggled to keep pace with his long strides.

As he glanced down at you, a surge of possessiveness and the need to corrupt swelled within him. You were his now, his to mold and shape as he pleased – a mere sheep waiting to be devoured by a dragon. Poor thing.

Daemon paused in front of the door to your shared chambers, his gaze flickering over your features with a mixture of desire and curiosity. The dim candlelight cast shadows across your face, accentuating the delicate curve of your jaw and the softness of your lips. You didn’t lift your head. You didn’t meet his eyes. You were lost in your thoughts and the troubled look on your face further added to his amusement.

Without wasting another second, Daemon pushed the door open, ushering you inside with his hand on your back – a gentle yet commanding gesture.

As you entered the room with bated breath, the atmosphere shifted, the tension in the room palpable. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, the sound of your breathing the only thing that broke the silence, your breath hitching when you heard the door close – the click of the latch echoing in the quiet room. Your back was still turned to Daemon. You stood helplessly in the middle of the huge room, your head turning to take in your environment as your hands fiddled with your skirt. Daemon smirked as he walked closer to you, the sound of him approaching caused you to flinch and tense up.

There was no going back now. You were alone.

The tall prince stopped right behind you, his chest touching your back. With the way you trembled and tensed up he felt like a predator. The thought shot a wave of arousal straight to his groin. He’d enjoy playing with her.

His warm breath hit the back of her neck – her bare skin breaking out into goosebumps at the close proximity.

“Are you scared, ābrazȳrys?” He murmured against your shoulder, his lips softly ghosting over your skin until he finally presses a lingering kiss there. A shudder ran over your body.

His hands moved to grasp your hips, his lips ghosting over the expanse of your skin until he reached your ear, “I hope you are not too tired, riñītsos. The night is still young.” Daemon whispered hotly before playfully nibbling on your ear.

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, his hands moving to unlace the back of your dress with trained fingers, briefly pausing to look for any reaction before he pushed the top of your dress, down, down and down. With every inch of naked skin revealed he could feel you tense up under his ministrations.

How innocent.

Daemon was about to taunt you when the wedding gown finally pooled at your feet, your whole bare body in front of him. With no undergarments except for the barely-there-lingerie made out of pearls and gemstones, hugging your waist and your thighs. The prince’s breath hitched, surprised by the erotic sight in front of him. He had been to many brothels, had been with many lovers – but he had never seen anything like this.

“Fuck.” Daemon chuckled darkly, “My naughty, little wife.”, pulling you into his chest by your hips before his rough hands start roaming your body. You gasped at his possessive and eager touch, his lips back on your neck as his hands groped at your untouched breasts – moaning when he pinched a nipple. “How responsive, ñuha ābrazȳrys.”

Arching your back against his chest, your bottom pressed against his crotch, drawing a low groan from your husband. You felt your face heat with shame. Ashamed for the noises that the prince forced out of you. Ashamed for the way your body reacted to his aggressive touch. You were overwhelmed – not sure what you had expected, because you had heard so much about the promiscuous lifestyle of the Rogue Prince.

Wrapping his strong arms around your middle he lifted you up, drawing a surprised yelp from your lips. With a few long steps he walked up to the bed and threw you on it. You landed on your stomach with a groan, your plush bottom jiggling from the impact and before you could gather yourself or think about the daring position you were in his hands were on your ass, squeezing the flesh roughly, drawing another yelp from you. “W-What are you doing?”

Daemon leaned his forehead against your lower back, his lips ghosting over the plump flesh before biting into it sharply.

“What beautiful ass you have, dear wife.” He groaned, his tongue jutting out to lick over the reddened skin, the pained shriek he pulled from you went straight to his cock. “I’m going to ruin you, riñītsos.”

He briefly stood up from the bed, his hands moving to untie his breeches before pulling his tunic over his head – his eyes never left your body. His lips pulled up into a smirk when you pulled your body up, trying to crawl to the head of the bed and away from him.

“Now where do you think you are going, little bird?” His right hand shot out to wrap around your right ankle, pulling you towards him with a swift movement. He immediately climbed on top of you, his groin pressing into your ass as he leaned his upper body on your back. With a hand, he moved your long hair to one side of your shoulders, his lip latching onto your neck with the intent to mark you as his. “Don’t be scared, riñītsos.” He whispered in your ear before continuing his ministrations on your neck. “You’re mine from now on. Ñuhon. And I take good care of what is mine.”

His hands were back on your hips, gripping and groping before his right hand moved lower. “Why don’t you spread your legs for me?”

Daemon knew you wouldn’t comply – you were still too overwhelmed by the situation – by his aggression. You probably had expected him to be more patient with you – maybe even be disinterested. Yet how could he be? Your body would even weaken the knees of any celibate monk – seduction incarnate. Who was he to withstand seduction?

When you didn’t move your legs and only whimpered into the pillow, he took it into his own hands. Wedging both his legs between your closed thighs he forced them wide open.

“There is no reason to be bashful, ābrazȳrs. Your body belongs to me by law – you belong to me by law.” He tutted when your muscles tensed, your face pressed into the pillow as you desperately tried to distance yourself from the situation.

Daemon did not waste more time before his fingers moved between your lower lips, spreading them apart before slightly dipping into your tight hole with his ring finger. “You’re already so wet – like a wanton whore.” He hotly breathed against your ear. “You can try to hide all you want but your body can’t.” Applying more pressure, he slowly pushed his middle finger in – your walls immediately clamping down on him, trying to push him out again.

“It hurts …” Your eyes burned from the weird burning sensation. At first you found it barbaric that he wanted to take you from behind during your first time – you had always imagined your wedding night to be more intimate – but now you were glad he couldn’t see your face.

“Fuck,” He murmured, his cock twitching in anticipation. You were so tight. His impatience was wearing thing. He quickly started moving his finger, trying to get you to loosen up a bit. Yet Daemon was not known for being patient, as another finger quickly followed the first one, the action drawing a hiss from you.

“Shh … you’re doing well.” He peppered kisses onto your back, hoping the gesture would be soothing. Pulling out his fingers, he lifted your hips off the bed with his hands, his chest still glued to your back. “Don’t worry, I’ll be slow.” Daemon whispered, kissing your head while one of his hands wrapped around his already erect member. Lining up with your reddened hole, he slid the head of his cock through your slit a few times – gathering the moisture before slowly applying pressure against your hole.

Your breath hitched at the blinding pain, your mouth falling open as your fingers dug into the soft covers underneath you – you felt like you were being split open. You knew it was going to be painful, but you hadn’t expected this.

His jaw clenched immediately from the strain, his hand on your hip drawing soft circles on your skin as he breached through your maidenhead, pushing continuously until he was fully sheathed inside. While he waited for you to catch your breath, it took every ounce of strength in him not to rail you into the mattress with the way your hot, velvety walls clung onto his cock. Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, waiting for your cunt to relax enough for him to start moving.

You breathed through the pain, silently thanking Daemon for giving you time to adjust. After a short while, the sharp pain turned in a dull ache and you took it as a sign to slightly wiggle your hips to test the waters. Daemon’s grip on your hip tightened, pushing the gemstones and pearls of your bead belt into your skin as he reciprocated the action with a shallow thrust that had you gasping. Your gasp soon turned into a low moan as he started thrusting into you like a starved man, his free hand snaking around your hip to your clit, circling the sensitive bud with his fingers. You clenched around him, moaning loudly as he pushed you to your limit.

“P-please!” You moaned, not knowing what you were asking for.

“Please what, ābrazȳrys? Use your words.” Daemon managed to grit out, his fingers continuing playing with your pearl, his hips picking up speed as he chased both of your peaks.

You were embarrassed. You truly were – but you couldn’t care less as you moaned loudly at a particularly deep thrust. “P-please, don’t stop.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, as he angled his hips differently, hitting a soft spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. Your whole body tensed, your cunt spasming around him as you pulled him over the edge as well. With a loud grunt, he spilled his load inside, his thrusts slowing down, riding out his orgasm until he stopped completely.

Catching his breath, he pulled out softly, lifting his upper body to look at his spent leaking out of your bloodied, swollen opening. The sight awakening a new wave of possessiveness in him. You were his wife. His little, timid wife.

"You are mine now."

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sinsirellaxx · 10 days

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Me:

My requests waiting for me in my inbox: 👀

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sinsirellaxx · 11 days

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I've been thinking about this for several days and I'd really love to know your opinion:

What do you think is the ideal type of each of the Slytherin boys?

Slytherin boys – Their ideal types

Warning: Toxic boys alert! (Not that bad though)

A/N: Ooh, this one was hard! Honestly, I had never really thought about that – or wanted to think about it … but here it goes:

PS: I didn't want to write about ideal body types, so I left that bit out – hope that is alright!

Mattheo …

… doe eyes – does not matter which color (although brownie points for brown eyes) – he’d spend hours just staring into your eyes. If you know how to use your eyes to your advantage, you’ll have him wrapped around your finger.

… pouty lips with a defined cupid’s bow. He’d always have to kiss you whenever he glimpsed at your lips – which was quite often. Be prepared to be kissed all. The. Time. Even during classes – which got you both detention for inappropriate displays of affection.

… he loves long hair, especially curly or wavy hair. Whenever he’s bored, he’ll twirl your curls around his finger.

… he needs a loving, affectionate, soft partner. He’s quite needy and possessive, so he’ll need someone who’ll constantly reassure him without judging him for being overly possessive.

… however, he’d bee head over heels if you also have some sass to you: Sweet, loving but make it spicy.

… loves sneakers and his hoodies on you. Especially if his hoodies still smell like him. The thought of his smell marking you makes him want to go feral.

… would love someone who is inexperienced ... because let’s be honest: the thought of you having been with other people would drive him mad and rob him of his sleep.

Theodore …

… loves long hair as well. He’d try to braid your hair for you – he’d lowkey be possessive over your hair and get angry whenever someone else touches it.

… thinks he wants a more sultry-seductive-siren-like partner, but I think he’d simp for a golden-retriever-type-of partner.

… would secretly wish for you to cook and bake for him – especially Italian dishes and pastries.

… he loved his late mom but she was taken too early from him, which is why he needs someone nurturing, mature and someone who tells him when he’s in the wrong – he won’t like his partner telling him what to do though, especially if he isn’t completely in love with them.

… has a corruption-kink, that he still has to recognize/accept, which is why he’d be crazy about an innocent partner – even if it’s a facade. Bat your lashes at him, and bite your lips and he’s gone

… loves – absolutely adores – milkmaid dresses on his partner

Lorenzo …

… loves a good struggle – so, someone with an attitude – a diva!

… although he wants sass, he’d be mad if his partner refused to listen to him – but as mentioned above: he loves a good struggle, so challenge him.

… adores long hair, especially if worn down.

… wants a partner who always dresses up prettily – just for him!

… play hard to get and he’ll be running after you like a starved dog – but don’t let him grovel for too long, otherwise he’ll be fed up.

… he wants someone who’ll take care of him and praise him, someone who radiates warmth, someone who lets him be the little spoon once in a while.

… wouldn’t want his partner to be taller than him.

… wants someone who only shows their true self to him – to people that they are close and intimate with.

… otherwise, he’d love for his partner to be more introverted.

Draco …

… wants someone he can pamper.

… needs someone who will pamper him emotionally.

… loves lighter hair.

… adores the dark academia style on his partner.

… needs someone who’ll listen to him – someone who is honest with him if need be.

… he’d need someone more goofy – a good-natured partner (that he can easily manipulate if he has to)

Blaise …

… loves long hair.

… is drawn to out-going and playful personalities – someone he can have fun with.

… if his partner does not shy back from telling people to fuck off he’d be on his hands and knees for them.

… would absolutely freckles and/or siren-eyes – he’d be simping 24/7.

… thick thighs for days for this boy.

… someone who is shorter than him.

Tom …

… wants someone smart, witty and strong-willed – but someone who will submit to him (although I believe the dark side of him would enjoy if they put up a fight once in a while, he’d enjoy the putting his partner in their place)

… would hate a clingy partner – but they would have to be ready to give him affection whenever he wants.

… does not care about hair length, but he’d like darker hair.

… needs (not wants) a caring partner, someone who’ll stubbornly tell him to finally eat or get some sleep.

A/N: What do you think their ideal types would be?

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sinsirellaxx · 12 days

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Unwanted bride

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: You are forced to marry the infamous Rogue Prince. (I suck at summaries)

A/N: I have so many requests waiting to be written, but I'm currently trapped in a HOTD-mood. So, sorry for everyone who is waiting!

Enjoy reading!

PS: Not proofread. BTW should this be a series? Is it worth a second part? Please let me know!

A busy day – as always. Loud and chaotic, yet the whispers traveling through the streets of King's Landing were especially deafening today: King Viserys I had just announced his brother's betrothal – The infamous Rogue Prince's after having heard of the disgraceful rumors regarding his daughter and his brother. He had seen no way out other than marrying his brother off to a nice lady and send him back to Dragonstone, far away from Rhaenyra and make him stay there for good.

The King leaned back into the soft cushions of the armchair in his study, taking a deep breath and counting to three in his mind, his eyes closed, brows furrowed and shoulders slack. As if on cue the doors to his study were thrown open with the strength and anger that befitted one man, he knew all too well before he could even finish pronouncing the single syllable of three in his head.

His brother.

"You must be joking brother, and my patience is wearing thin – another betrothal?! Don't you think I have sacrificed enough for you? Forcing me to marry woman after woman that YOU chose?!" Daemon spat angrily, his finger pointed angrily at the King. Viserys stared at his brother lazily – he did not have the energy to succumb to his own anger and frustration after yesterday's restless night – dreams of his late wife Aemma haunting him. His tired eyes traveled from the angered face of his younger brother down to his rapidly heaving chest and stopped at the tip of his pointer finger. "I refuse to play along with your stupid games – you obviously do not respect me –"

"You are talking about respect?!" Viserys finally snapped, his voice as loud as a dragon's roar. "You disrespected me again! I thought you were over and done with this nonsense! But no – you go and try to ruin my daughter again –"

"And don't you dare start talking about wishing to wed Rhaenyra – I will not allow it. Not in this life or the afterlife. I am your King, and you will do as I say or Gods forbid ..." "Gods forbid what?" Daemon grit out, interrupting his brother as an act of defiance – knowing well that he had lost this argument.

Many maids and knights had been sent to his room that day. Viserys always gets his way whenever he wants — and he is set on pulling through with this — no room for mistakes. He doesn't take any chances with the Rogue Prince. He is aware of the dangers and mischief that always seem to surround his younger brother and he won't be fooled again by him.

To further spite his brother — and mainly to ensure that everything goes smoothly without any disturbances — he has not allowed a meeting between the two betrotheds. Daemon will see the face of his wife when he weds her — not sooner. He shakes his head at the memory of another temper tantrum that his brother had thrown when he had found out. He had stormed out like a child throwing a tantrum with the words:

I will fucking burn everything down if she is an ugly witch.

Charming as always, his little brother.

The Rogue Prince had already been awake to everyone's surprise, freshly bathed and already getting dressed for the occasion. What was less surprising was the deep frown that was marring his features. He was furious — at his brother and his future wife that he hadn't even met yet.

Within a few minutes he was ready, looking like the royal prince that he is: beautiful silver hair in the usual half up do that he was always sporting, fair skin, a beautiful suit made to wear by the mightiest of princes.

He stared at his own reflection as he grit his teeth. He wanted to get this over with — and he would make everyone's lives a living hell.

Hours later he stood on top of the altar the maester behind him as his gaze was fixed on the closed doors. His shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched. He did everything possible to tame the anger that he was feeling, he forced the corners of his lips into a smirk — typical of the prince. He would never admit to the fact that he felt nervous — he knew nothing about this woman.

He only knew that he had always wanted his niece — a full blown Targaryen. Yet he was once again denied the honor — it was his birthright though, he claimed. He forced himself to relax his jaw when he tasted blood. The taste of iron overwhelming his senses.

A brief moment later the doors opened, the light shining through the windows blinding his sight, trying to hide the figures walking towards the altar.

How ironic.

Daemon's heart pounded in his chest; his senses heightened with anticipation. His shoulders tense and his jaw clenched, a mask of indifference masking the turmoil raging within him.

With a forced smirk playing on his lips, he directed his gaze towards the entrance, his eyes narrowed in a display of feigned confidence. He refused to show any sign of nervousness or distaste, knowing that it would only serve to undermine his position.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing through the hall, drawing closer with each passing moment. Daemon's grip tightened on the hilt of his sword; a subconscious gesture born of nerves rather than aggression.

And then, as the figures drew nearer, the light shifted, revealing the silhouette of a woman walking towards him, her form illuminated by the soft glow of the candles that lined the aisle.

Your breath hitched as the huge doors opened. The chatter inside immediately died down, the silence weighing heavy on your shoulders. You struggled to breathe. And the tight corset around your waist felt like a deadly snake out to kill you slowly – its grip growing tighter by the minute until it finally suffocates you until you are no more.

You slowly lifted your head high, as high as you felt, your vision disrupted by the thick veil on your head. You were glad you couldn’t see clearly, for the turned heads alone were enough to send your heart into overdrive.

The hand on your back slowly pushed you to move forward, the touch scorching hot as it sent a wave of nausea straight to your stomach. You wish your family had been with you – someone familiar. Someone warm. But instead, the hand belonged to the uncle you hated. And apparently, he hated you too.

He had brought you with him, with the promise of adventures. But instead, you were immediately sold off like life-stock.

They are Targaryen.

Your uncle had told you.

He is a dragon rider.

He had added with excitement and slight envy – as if he wanted your future husband for himself.

You’ll be known as the lady wife of The Rogue Prince.

You shuddered at the memory as you had shuddered then. You had heard the tales about The Rogue Prince, and you had only gained more knowledge on him the closer you had got. From what you could gather: He was the worst. And he would not treat you kindly, as you lacked certain attributes that he was known to desire.

With one last push from your uncle your feet started moving, taking slow and deliberate steps while minding the heavy skirts of her wedding gown, spread around her like rose petals. The Valyrian steel necklace with the red stone felt too tight around your neck, you felt the strong urge to rip it off and throw it onto the cold marble floor. But you couldn’t.

Instead, you took in a deep shaky breath before you reached the dais where Daemon Targaryen stood, his silver-gold hair cascading down his back, his violet eyes ablaze with a mixture of irritation and blinding fury. Your heart stuttered chest tight with anxiety, as you approached him. You couldn't help but notice the contrast between his striking Targaryen features and your own plainness. You weren’t unattractive – you were beautiful. Yet you couldn’t help but feel small in front of your future husband.

The murmurs of the gathered guests intensified as you drew nearer, the weight of their scrutiny pressing down on you like a leaden cloak – like the cloak of Daemon’s house would feel. You felt the urge to flee, to escape this suffocating atmosphere, but you knew there was no turning back now.

With every step, your heart pounded louder in your ears, the sound echoing in the cavernous hall. And then, finally, you stood before him, your breath catching in your throat as you dared to raise your gaze to meet his. He loomed over you, a deep frown on his face as he tried to look past your veils. He was so much taller, broader and older than you – his stature intimidated you.

As the High Septon’s voice sounded, you felt Daemon's gaze burning into you, even though he couldn’t exactly see you his violet eyes seemingly bored into your soul with an intensity that made your heart race. You gulped; throat dry.

The ceremony passed by in a blur, you flinched slightly when your cloak was removed replaced by Daemon’s heavy one, his smell lingering on the fabric and surrounding you like a blanket.

And then, it was finally time for him to remove your veil. Screaming internally, you willed your facial muscles to relax, eyes widening slightly as Daemon lifted his hands to lift the fabric. As the delicate fabric fell away, revealing your face to him and the assembled guests, you held your breath, bracing for his reaction. His fiery eyes now finally meeting your big, scared ones. For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as his gaze locked with yours. In that instant, you saw something unexpected flicker in his violet eyes — a glimmer of awe and curiosity. He smirked.

A hush fell over the hall, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of fabric and the beating of your heart, as your husband gripped your chin with his hand, lifting your head before his lips were crashing into yours, hot, wet and demanding. He tilted his head slightly, parting your lips with his thumb, before pushing his tongue hungrily into your inexperienced mouth. Your face heated up at the sheer embarrassment you felt. The kiss was brutal, void of any emotion or warmth – it was just to spite you in front of everyone.

A gasp was heard before the king cleared his throat.

And just as quickly as it had begun the kiss ended, biting your lip as he pulled away, leaving you breathless and reeling, your senses swimming in a dizzying whirl of emotion. And as you stood there, locked in each other's gaze, the crude smirk still plastered on his face, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

As the ceremony gave way to celebration, the great hall erupted with the sounds of revelry. Long tables groaned under the weight of sumptuous feasts, the air thick with the scent of roast meats, spiced wine, and freshly baked bread. Guests laughed and sang, their voices mingling with the strains of music that filled the air.

You found yourself seated at the high table sitting next to your husband. Despite the festive atmosphere, a palpable tension hung in the air, a silent undercurrent of unspoken grievances and unfulfilled desires.

As you sat there, picking at your food with feigned interest, you couldn't help but feel the weight of Daemon's gaze upon you. His violet eyes bore into you with a fierce intensity, his jaw clenched in barely restrained anger. You knew he resented you, resented being forced into this marriage against his will, and the knowledge only served to fuel the flames of your own insecurity. You wanted to cry, the little girl inside you slowly dying as the dream wedding and the lord husband of your dreams slowly seeped through your fingers like sand. You kissed all your dream and wishes goodbye as the angry Targaryen sitting next to you finally turned to face the other way.

Releasing a breath of relief a figure approached your table, cutting through the tension like a knife through butter. It was Cregan Stark, tall and imposing, his ice-blue eyes glinting with mischief as he offered you his hand.

"Would you do me the honor of a dance, my princess?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk.

For a moment, you were stunned into silence, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. And for a brief second, you wished you had married a man like him instead of the brooding dragon rider who refused to ask you for a dance. You smiled slightly, your first real smile of the day, as your cheeks flushed a pretty pink. But before you could even formulate a response or lift your hand, Daemon's hand shot out, gripping your arm roughly, quickly pulling it down before anyone could see.

"She's my wife," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

But Cregan Stark merely smiled, unfazed by Daemon's obvious displeasure.

"Of course, my apologies," he said with a polite nod. "I meant no offense. But I couldn’t help but notice the longing in your eyes, princess."

“It is none of your concern, Stark.” Daemon spat out, glaring at the still smiling male.

You sat there stunned, your heart pounding in your chest and your arm throbbing from the tight grip. You stole a glance at Daemon and noticed his clenched jaw and deep frown. It must have hurt his ego that another man asked his wife for a dance. Your heart beat faster as you forcefully removed his hand from around your arm, turning to smile up at Cregan Stark, your eyes shining as you put your hand in his.

“I would love to, my lord.”

As you gracefully twirled away with Cregan Stark, you felt everyone’s eyes glued to your form. It was unheard of for the bride to have her first dance with another. Yet there you were.

You couldn't help but steal a glance back at Daemon. His expression was a storm of conflicting emotions, his fists clenched at his sides as he watched you dance with a mixture of anger and frustration etched across his features.

The king, seated beside him, chuckled at the sight, his voice carrying over the music with a hint of amusement. "Well, brother, it seems you've only yourself to blame for not dancing with your wife."

Daemon's glare intensified, his jaw tightening with barely contained fury. "I didn’t even want to marry her," he stated through gritted teeth.

The king merely shrugged, taking a sip of his wine as he watched the scene unfold before him. "And yet, here you are, brooding with something akin envy. Perhaps you should be more attentive from now on, brother dearest. She is your wife after all. And from the looks of it, she has many admirers.” The smile on Viserys’ face morphed into a chuckle as he he nodded towards another lord who was waiting eagerly to dance with you, his eyes alight with mirth at the sight of your popularity among the assembled guests.

Daemon's response was a low growl, his gaze never leaving you as you moved across the dance floor with another man. It was clear that he resented the Stark's intrusion, that he bristled at the thought of another man laying claim to what is rightfully his.

With a sudden, angry movement, Daemon Targaryen pushed his chair back with a loud scrape against the stone floor, his fists clenched at his sides as he rose to his full height. Rolling his shoulders back he walked away from the table and towards you, his violet eyes flashing with a fierce intensity.

Viserys, rolled his eyes at his brother's dramatic display, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips nonetheless his heart at ease as he could detect the way his brother was drawn to his new bride, no matter how vehemently he would deny the truth.

Daemon’s gaze was solely fixed on you as he strode towards you. You still hadn’t noticed him.

How dare you?

“It’s time for us to dance, my dear wife.” He demanded, with a saccharine sweet smile on his face. He didn’t wait for your response as he took ahold of your hand and practically ripped you away from Cregan – pulling you straight into his strong arms. He placed his hand dangerously low on your back, his touch possessive as he looked down at you, your body immediately tensing up at the close proximity. Whereas Cregan Stark had been respectful, Daemon was daring, pressing your bodies together as he danced with you. His arm wrapping around your waist tightly.

Narrowing his eyes, Daemon mumbled quietly, “If you wanted to dance, you should have asked, wife.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at the Targaryen prince’s audacity. “A bride shouldn’t have to ask her spouse.”

Daemon seemed do dislike your tone as his grip on you tightened, his fingers pressing harshly into your flesh.

“Careful with that attitude, little bird.” He sneered, his eyes darkening with a strange emotion that you haven’t seen before – you couldn’t pinpoint it.

You chose not to retort to your husband’s silent threat, not wishing to anger the man you had to spend the rest of your life with further. Averting your eyes, you missed the devilish smirk on his face. His movements laced with an air of impatience. He couldn’t wait to finally be alone with his pretty little wife.

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sinsirellaxx · 12 days

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Hi gorgeous 💗 Do you have a masterlist with all your works in there?

Hey love 💕

I didn't have one, because I thought I didn't need one but I made one just for you! 🥰

Have fun reading!

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sinsirellaxx · 12 days

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Slytherin boys …

What the Slytherin boys would do to win you over

How they manipulate you into forgiving them after f*cking up

What they do when you neglect them

What would they do to get you back if you left them for someone else

What makes them toxic?

How would they react to you getting jealous?

What they are like when they’re jealous

What they’d be like if you broke up with them

Things you do that turn them on

What they’ re like if you put them in their place

What they’d be like if you show up at their dorm crying

They only have a soft spot for you

Ass, Boobs or Thighs?

What they’d do if you wore a short skirt

NSFW Headcanons

When they actually fall in love with you

You find out you are a bet/They find out they were a bet

you (respectfully) criticize them in bed

You put them in your place and now they want you back

Most to least toxic

How would they react to reader with long hair

You are hit by an unforgivable and they have to watch you suffer

Theodore Nott x Reader

How could he not(t)?

In the Middle of the Night

The grass on the other side …

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

“I fcked up.”

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Ball Dates and Jealousy

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Forgotten hero, friend and love

Jealousy

Hot headed

Ominis Gaunt x Reader

The Sallow-Cupid

Thomas Shelby x Reader

The force that is Thomas Shelby

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Unwanted Bride (coming soon)

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sinsirellaxx · 16 days

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Can you please do a Theo or slytherin boys where they catch feelings or fall in love with someone else when you're together

The grass on the other side …

Theodore x Reader

Warnings: He falls in love with someone else, heartbreak? Angst?

Not proofread – sorry for any mistakes.

Theodore silently groans when he sees you walking into his room, rolling his eyes when he saw the slight frown on your face. He had forgotten. Again.

Stopping at the foot of his bed you crossed your arms in front of your chest, your eyes stinging with unshed tears as you glared at him expectantly.

Theodore just raised his brow, not in the mood to talk – or defend himself. No more empty lies and apologies. His disinterest sent a pang of hurt through your pain, the truth of him not caring enough feeling like a slap to the face.

Giving up, you finally parted your lips – a slight tremble to your bottom lip gave away the sadness underneath the mask of anger. “You stood me up. Again.”

You had expected your boyfriend to soften, for his eyes to widen in shock or the look of realization on his face – but you were met with utter apathy. He didn’t care.

The first time he had forgotten about you he had still made the effort to take your hands in his and press soft kisses on your knuckles as he apologized, because how dare he? He had told you he’d make it up to you, whispering promises between passionate kisses that had faded into oblivion and blended with his sheet as he professed his undying love to you in his way. The next day, you had left his room happy and reassured, yet you couldn’t help but notice the way he distanced himself more and more from you in public. The arm that was usually around your waist was no more – instead, he walked with his friends a few steps ahead of you. He never even bothered turning to look at you let alone wait for you.

The second time he had stood you up it was because he had been busy studying with his friends and had lost track of time – which was weird, because your boyfriend wasn’t one to study. Especially not in groups. He had pressed a – what he thought was – reassuring kiss onto your forehead with a short apology before moving on with his day.

The third time, you stood in front of the restaurant, arms tightly wrapped around your shivering body, trying to get rid of the cold that had encased your body within the thirty minutes of waiting outside. You had hope – he’d surely just be late and run up to you within the next few minutes. He had promised after all.

What you hadn’t expected to witness, however, was him walking around Hogsmeade with another girl. Before you could even think of what to do with your emotions you made eye contact with your boyfriend, he just blinked at you, frowning when he noticed the dress you were wearing, before opening his mouth to say something. You didn’t let him speak as you stormed away, back to the confines of your school.

He had run after you, luckily, catching you right outside of Hogsmeade. You had cried and yelled at him, for standing you up for another girl.

“She’s just a friend. I’m sorry I forgot, bella. I’ll make it up to you.” He had said with a sad look in his eyes. You had believed him, eating his lies like a starved girl. It had been so easy to believe him.

But now, that you stood in front of him with your arms crossed and your phone in your hand, you saw every single lie:

I love you.

I was studying with the boys.

I’m just tired.

I have detention.

I’ll make it up to you.

I’m stressed.

I’ll always love you.

I’m sorry.

She is just a friend.

Don’t worry.

Theodore lazily sat up, “Did I –“.

“Don’t.” You immediately stopped him. “Since when?”

Theodore frowned, surprised by your cold tone, his hands grew sweaty as his heart beating faster. He had a weird feeling as his eyes flitted from your phone and back to your reddened eyes. “Since when what?” He stood up from the bed.

You scoffed at his audacity. “Since when have you been seeing her?” There was a slight tremble to your voice as you finally asked the question that had been burning on the tip of your tongue ever since you had found out. “And don’t you dare lie, Nott. Because I know.”

“Who told you?”

“Who told me?!” You laughed ironically. “No one had to tell me – the whole school has been talking about it!” Scoffing you turned around, ripping the beautiful necklace he had gifted you from around your necklace. “Thank you for humiliating me you asshat – you deserve the worst.” Your voice was strained. Turning around to face him one last time, you threw your necklace at him, before storming out of his room and his life.

#slytherin boys #toxic slytherin boys #slytherin boys imagine #slytherin #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott imagine

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sinsirellaxx · 18 days

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hello! 🌷 can i request a slytherin boys x reader headcanons? it's a little angsty, though: about the reader (that has an established relationship with them) getting hit by an unforgivable curse that brings unbearable pain to her even though it doesn't kill her? just reader screaming and crying of pain on their arms and begging her boyfriend to kill her because the pain is unbearable !!

also i don't think that the slytherins would be able to do that, even though it pains them to see you in so much pain— so they try to find a solution or something that reverts the spell ? they can't bear the thought of losing you. ☹️

Slytherin Boys – You are hit by an unforgivable and they have to watch you suffer

Warning: Angst, murder (don't worry, the reader is not dead!)

Thank you for the request! x

Mattheo …

… whips around to face you when he hears your pained scream. His whole body tenses, his chest tight as he struggles to breathe while his eyes search for you. The moment his eyes land on you he feels a stinging burn behind his brown orbs, his heart threatening to combust inside of his chest. He feels like he is trapped in slow-motion as he quickly turns to your tormenter, casting an unforgivable himself and taking the life of the cause of your pain. His feet then turn towards you, taking off to run to you – to hold you in his arms. He falls to the ground, gathering your stiff body and pressing your head into the crook of his neck – all the while stroking your hair. He knows how much you love it when he does it – you always claimed it was the most comforting thing he could do. He listened to you scream and cry in his arms, your hands gripping onto his shirt as you bit back another scream.

“I’m sorry, love. It’s going to be fine. You’re going to be fine.” Mattheo brokenly whispered as he rocked you back and forth soothingly, “We’ll be fine.” He added quietly, wondering if you really would be. His heart broke when you begged him to kill you a pained sob forcing it’s way up his throat as he shook his head. He’d rather die than lose you.

“No, no, no. Baby, no. It’s going to be fine. Stay strong for me, baby. Please.” Mattheo choked on a sob as he begged you to stay strong. He wouldn’t let you die.

Theodore …

… watched as you stumbled to the ground, the force of the curse sending you backwards. His eyes widened as he watched your lifeless body, anxiety spreading through his whole being as he watched for any sign of life – he did not dare to move. The silence was broken by your piercing scream of agony as your body spasmed. Theodore gasped for breath as he felt brief relief wash over him – you were alive. Yet at what cost? Another scream from you brought him out of his reverie, whipping out his wand he quickly immobilized your attacker before running towards you. Kneeling down next to you he checked you for any injuries, the frown on his face deepening when he couldn’t find anything.

“Hush, Tesoro. Everything will be fine – you’ll be fine. Try to take deep breaths for me, alright?” He hushed you desperately as he softly brushed the hair from your face with his trembling hand. He ignored your pleas to kill you as he stood up, with his wand in his hand. He turned to look at your attacker who was still stunned on the floor. Pointing his wand at the man on the floor he leered at him. “Tell me, what kind of curse was that?”

Theodore would find a way to stop your pain and after that he’d end the life of the man who caused you to suffer.

Lorenzo …

… roared like a wounded animal when he saw you writhe in pain. He cast curse after curse until he was sure your attacker was dead. He had never been this glad about his upbringing before. Turning around Lorenzo immediately ran to you, one of his hands gripping onto one of yours as he cupped your wet cheek with his other.

“I’m so sorry, princess.” He apologized, his eyes burning with unshed tears as he listened to your pained cries. “Please, be strong for me, love.” Lorenzo’s voice broke as another wave of pain crashed through your body, your grip on his hand tightening uncontrollably. The first tear rolled down his cheek when you told him to kill you. “No.” He managed to grit out as he lifted you into his lap, holding your head to his chest. “You can’t die.” His lower lip wobbled as he racked his brain – thinking of any charm or any curse that might help. Squeezing his eyes shut he tuned out your screams – gasping when he remembered hearing of an ancient spell that could take someone’s pain. He had read about it, and he was very well aware of the possible consequences. But he’d rather you live without pain than wishing to be freed.

“Don’t worry … I got you.” He murmured as he whispered the incantation – hoping it would work.

Draco …

… wept as he held you in his arms. He couldn’t bear the sight of you in pain. Your body was convulsing, your head thrown back as another scream got stuck in your throat. He shouted for help when you momentarily stopped breathing, his voice raw with emotion as he looked around himself. There was no one there to help him. He was all alone.

“H-hang in there, doll.” He touched your cheek with trembling fingers, leaving bloody fingerprints on your dirtied skin, his body relaxing as you started breathing again.

“I’ve got you. I ‘ll help you.” He shushed you, crying along with you as another rush of pain overcame your tired body. “I’m sorry – I’m so sorry!” His voice broke as he kept apologizing for pulling you into his dark world.

Blaise …

… briefly shut down when he saw your writhing body on the wet floor. He thought you were dead. His grip on his wand loosened, his world threatening to turn upside down. He felt nauseous, his chest tightening until he couldn’t breathe – until he could. You had gasped for air, obviously alive. His short moment of relief didn’t last long, for you started screaming bloody murder, your fingers digging into the floor beneath you. That’s when he remembered: You got hit by the Cruciatus Curse. Blaise immediately ran to you, a deep frown on his face as you screamed in agony – you wouldn’t stop screaming. Kneeling down in front of you he stared at you helplessly. He couldn’t help you – you had to endure it. When you told him – no begged him to kill you, he shook his head quickly. “Be strong for me, love. Please.”

Tom …

… immediately took down the death eater who had dared to hurt you within the blink of an eye. He briefly checked his surroundings before turning to your hunched over body. You were screaming, your fingers gripping onto your head. When you saw his feet in front of you, you immediately looked up at him, teary eyes red as you parted your trembling lips. Suddenly, you threw yourself forward, clinging onto his legs as you begged him to stop it. To kill you. Tom stared down at you coldly – if he was worried or pained by your misery he didn’t show it. He sighed deeply, knocking you out with a charm before pulling your body into his arms. He could never kill you – he needed you more than he wanted to acknowledge. He disapparated to his home – he’d find a way to help you. There was no doubt.

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