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daydreaming-nerd · 9 days

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The Prophecy (Lucien Vanserra x Rhys! Sister)/(Azriel x Rhys! Sister) Part 2

Part 1

AN: Wow I just want to say I have been so overwhelmed by the love part one got. Thank you for all the comments! I truly cherish each one!This part is a little short, because if I end up doing two different versions (a Lucien version and an Az version) this is where they will probably split off.

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Summary: The only thing worse than having Azriel not know about the bond is watching him and Elain carry on like she doesn’t have a mate as well. Lucien and you have been long time friends but things change after one fateful starfall celebration. It’s not wrong if both of your mates don’t want you right?

Warnings: so much fluff, Angst, they be fightin'

Word count: 3485

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can fully elope if you want to.” I whisper to Lucien as we stand in front of the double oak doors to my brother's office.

At first I was confident that we had nothing to worry about. But now that I stood here, with only an ornate piece of wood separating us from the High Lord? The nerves had started settling in.

“I’m sure, an honorable male would ask your brother's permission before wedding you, and you deserve nothing but an honorable male.” he smiled, squeezing my left hand, the one his family ring currently found its home on.

“But what if he says-”

“Are you seriously doubting my silver tongue right now?” he smirked, cocking an eyebrow at me. “There’s a reason I was cursed to wear a fox mask for 50 years my darling.”

“Believe me I know all about that silver tongue,” I laughed, nudging him with my shoulder as I recalled what that silver tongue did to me last night.

“Shall we?” he asked, donning an unbothered face.

“We shall,” I smiled before pushing open the doors.

Inside the ostentatious study sat my brother, with his mate perched on his desk beside him with her back facing us. He broke his love sick gaze on her to see Lucien and I standing at the end of his desk.

“Sister…Lucien, this is a surprise,” Rhys said, fixing some papers on his desk, as if to collect the thoughts swirling inside his head as well.

“I’m sorry we didn’t knock, that was an oversight on our part,” I laughed thinking about the thousands of compromising positions we might’ve found them in. I silently thanked the cauldron for keeping that reality at bay.

“I was hoping I could discuss something with you,” Lucien said regally. I was so taken back by his tone I couldn’t help but look up to him, his face was nothing short of the son of a High Lord.

The air in the room stiffened as Feyre turned around to sit on the arm of Rhys chair, I suddenly felt like I was in a fishbowl. My brother and I had always been very close, I had shared everything in my life with him, there wasn’t a story of mine he didn’t know. But he didn’t know about Lucien, and I wasn’t sure how he would react to that.

“Of course Lucien you can speak to us about anything,” Feyre smiled warmly, placing her hand over Rhys’ as if to calm him down.

“With all due respect Feyre this is just between Rhysand and myself,” Lucien stated with the utmost respect, yet I still nudged his foot in warning.

Rhys shifted in his seat a bit, placing his hand on Feyre’s hip, “Anything you have to say to me you can also say to my mate Vanserra.”

This was not going according to plan.

“Well, you see,” Lucien looked at me and I gave him a subtle nod to continue. “Y/n and I have been seeing each other for quite sometime now-”

“And by seeing each other you mean?” Rhys interjected.

Lucien cleared his throat, “We’re all adults here Rhysand I-”

“You mean to tell me you’ve been fucking my sister?!” Rhys growled and I swear the mountains stirred in the distance.

“Rhys calm down!” I shout but Feyre speaks up first.

“How long has this been going on for?” Feyre asks, calmly. Her voice seemingly caused Rhys to lower his hackles.

“Since Starfall,” Lucien answered truthfully.

“Dammit I owe Cassian money,” she cursed looking at the door of the adjacent room.

Rhys turned to look at his mate bewildered, “you had suspicions and you didn’t tell me?” he gasped.

“Well Cassian thought they were going to hookup that starfall but I said there was no way,” Feyre said seemingly disappointed she lost a bet.

“Guys?” I probe, turning both of their attentions back to us.

“What I’m trying to say is I admire your sister very much Rhysand, and I would like to ask for your permission for her hand in marriage,” Lucien said, giving my hand a squeeze.

Feyre looked to Lucien, “But Elain is your mate?” she asks, confused.

“And Azriel is yours y/n,” Rhys reminded me.

“Come on Rhys, it’s been 400 years. If the bond was going to snap it would’ve happened by now. Azriel doesn’t want me.” I say honestly, and for the first time, the words don’t sting as much as they normally do.

Lucien picks up my train of thought, “And Elain has made it perfectly clear that she wants nothing to do with me.” he says to Feyre, who gives him an apologetic glance.

I look over to see Lu smiling down at me, “We’ve been spending a lot of time together, and we get along well. I’m at my happiest when I’m with him,” I smile back at him before turning to my brother and Feyre once more. “Lucien is a good male, he’s kind and he takes care of me. I think we could make eachother really happy.”

Lucien tugs on my hand to bring my attention back to him, “And y/n is a beautiful, smart, and charming woman. Any male would be lucky to call her his wife, including me.” his lips curl upward, and I can’t tear my gaze away from him.

I had begged the Cauldron all my life to bring someone into my life who would choose me. I used to think that person was Azriel, but after all my years of flirting with him and trying to get the bond to snap I was only ever met with nothing. Yet here Lucien was, standing in my brother's office, saying I choose you.

Feyre’s voice broke my train of thought and pulled both of our attentions, “Aww, Rhys they're so sweet,” she beamed grasping onto my brother's arm.

Just like I had prophesied, I saw my brother's hard exterior melting under the ‘ooos’ and ‘ahhhs’ of his beloved High Lady. He stood from his desk and I felt Lu tense beside me as we both waited with bated breath for what the High Lord was going to say next.

“Lucien Vanserra,” he said, holding out his hand. “Welcome to the family.”

The tension in the air dissipated as everyone in the room smiled, Feyre was practically jumping for joy. Lucien gave Rhys a firm handshake over his desk and I could see that while the proposal was unexpected for my brother, he wasn’t unhappy. He knew just as well as I did that Lucien was a good male, that he would be good to me.

“Oh we need to start shopping for dresses right now! I’ll grab Mor and Nesta and we can go out! We’re going to need a cake too!” Feyre squealed, hugging me tightly.

“Uhh that’s the other thing,” I said hesitantly, not wanting to step on my sister-in-law's happiness. “We didn’t want a big wedding.”

“We actually wanted to elope, and we want you two to be our witnesses.” Lucien picked up my sentence.

“Oh of course we will,” Feyre smiled looking at both of us before wrapping her arm around Rhys.

Rhys looked more troubled than he did moments ago, like the idea of an elopement didn’t sit right with him. However if he did feel that way, he didn’t voice it. Not when the idea seemed to excite Feyre so.

“When is the date?” Feyre inquired.

I looked to Lucien who was already looking to me for an answer. We had never given the date a thought. I shrugged my shoulders at him, hoping he might take the lead. His eyes twinkled with mischief, it was that same look he gave me before he did something like wipe whipped cream on my nose or use his flames to singe my bum as he slapped it.

“The day after tomorrow,” he said with certainty.

“The day after tomorrow?” the whole room gawked.

Lu turned back to me, “Yes. We’ve never been conventional, why start now,” he gushed giddy with infectious excitement.

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face, “Okay,” I giggled. “the day after tomorrow.”

He leaned down to scoop me up in his arms spinning me around the room, Feyre’s laughter and my own bouncing off the ornate wood paneled walls.

“But what will you wear?” Feyre asked, seemingly trying to figure out something in her head already.

I pondered the idea myself before it hit me like a ton of bricks, “Oh I can wear mothers dress!” I exclaimed looking at Rhys.

“I’m sure that’s what she would’ve wanted,” Rhys smiled, tossing his arm around his excited wife.

We parted ways with the promise of seeing them later this evening at family dinner. An event I typically despised, but now? Things didn’t seem so dull. I was walking in with my fiance, instead of alone.

Lucien and I ran down the hallways hand in hand, laughing like teenagers getting away with sneaking out.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” he laughed, backing me against a wall.

“Did what?” I ask, out of breath from running.

He leaned in close to my ear, “Told your brother how thoroughly I’ve been fucking you,” he smirks pressing a kiss beneath my ear.

“Well you didn’t use language that graphic,” I snicker while playing with the ends of his hair.

He pulls his head back from my neck to give me that mischievous look again, “I can always go back in there and tell him,” he teases.

“Or…” I say low in his ear, “you could just show me.” I say suggestively.

Lu’s lips curl upward brushing against the shell of my ear, “You little minx!” he growls hoisting me up, earning a squeal from me.

“You are beautiful and amazing and charming and you are going to be my wife,” he gushes, placing a kiss on my lips for every tender word.

Lu smiles at me before titling my chin up to meet his lips, the kiss warm and sweet. His hands pull my waist closer to him, and I bring my own from his chest to loop around his neck. He presses his forehead.

This was the start of a new chapter, one where I was somebody’s first choice. One where I was chosen and loved. One where I didn’t come home to an empty home, or show up to solstice parties without a date. One where I had someone to kill the spiders in the house for me, one where I was chosen.

As Lucien held me close to him, I could sense he felt all the same things too. It was a new start for both of us. A chance to be happy.

That evening after much celebration from Lucien and I that involved some time between the sheets…and the shower… and the living room floor…we finally dressed for dinner.

Dinner with the family was typically a laid back affair, it was the one time a week we could all see one another. Rhys would even make sure no one had any assignments during that time so that there were no interferences. My dress was nice yet laid back, nothing like what I would wear for starfall or a ball.

Lucien came up behind me as I put on my earrings in the stand up mirror.

“You look lovely, my wife looks lovely,” he said, taking the earring back from my hand to place it on himself. Kissing my bare shoulder in the process.

“I’m not your wife yet,” I smile, turning in his arms.

“Maybe so but you’re going to be,” he reminds me, kissing my nose.

“The day after tomorrow,” I say

“The day after tomorrow,” he repeats back. “Now let’s go before our tardiness causes your brother to call off the wedding.”

I laugh taking his hand and walking down the townhouse steps into the brisk night air. I checked to see that I had moved my impromptu engagement ring to my right hand before we got too far away. While I was excited about marrying Lu it was important to me that the wedding stay an elopement. I wasn’t sure how the rest of the family would react. Despite our good humor and book swapping, Nesta may choose to rip off my head for taking her sister’s mate and who knew how Cassian might feel about me marrying a Vanserra, even if it was Lucien.

As Lu held open the gate to the townhouse for me, the same way he did on starfall a year ago. I was sure that I had made the right choice. Not just in my future life partner, but in keeping the engagement secret for just a few days more.

The family gathered around the table, each one of them placing a dish in the center to be shared. During dinners we didn’t like to have the maids do all the work, per the request of the Archeron sisters. They said it felt more homey if we all pitched in on the work and they were right. Lu and I parted ways and I gave Feyre and Nesta a warm hug before continuing to set the table. It seemed everyone was in high spirits as even when I passed by Rhys to lay down the potatoes he gave me a kiss on the forehead.

Maybe everyone was in a good mood for once, or maybe things just seemed lighter because I didn’t walk in here by myself tonight.

Dinner moved quickly, and Lucien sat next to me as he normally did, both of us thick as thieves kicking each other's feet all night. It was impossible to keep such a happy secret from the family, but it was also insanely fun. Every now and then I caught a knowing glance from Rhys or Feyre. But whenever Rhys looked at me his next glance was always to Azriel, who didn’t seem to suspect a thing.

When the meal was over we all took our goblets of wine and moved to the living room to drink, laugh and tell war stories, as we always did. Normally this was when I would make some half-assed excuse as to why I had to leave. The last thing I wanted to see was a bunch of mated couples all over each other. My heart still panged as Elain chose to sit on the arm of Azriel’s chair, but it was lightened by the brush of Lucien’s fingers against the back of my head as he went to sit across the room next to Rhys and Feyre.

It wasn’t until Cassian started talking about going to war with the Valkyries for the one millionth time that I decided that I definitely needed more wine for this story. So I stood and marched my way into the kitchen with the promise of bringing back a couple bottles for everyone.

The walk-in wine cellar in the kitchen was cold, so when I turned around with two bottles in hand and bumped into a very warm chest I nearly yelped.

“Shhh it’s just me,” Lucien grinned, taking the two bottles from my hand to place on the counter beside us.

“Lu you scared the shit out of me,” I say in a hushed tone as he hoists me onto the countertop.

“I’m tired of watching them all cuddle up to one another in there, I want to cuddle up to you as well,” he smirked, placing kisses all over my neck.

“Down boy,” I giggle, acting like I don’t feel the exact same way. I feel his lips curl against my skin as I run my hands through his hair.

“This is only going to get worse once you’re my wife,” he smiles, placing a slow kiss on my lips.

“WIFE?!”

I whip my head around from where I’m sitting on the counter to see Azriel standing in the doorway, a look of pure betrayal written all over his face. Lucien’s hands found my waist pulling me off the counter so that my feet were firmly on the floor.

“You’re marrying him?!” Azriel shouts again and suddenly a smaller figure appears behind him, swathed in light pink and roses.

“He’s my mate you can’t just take him,” Elain exclaims, seemingly coming into her own.

I immediately see red at her words, completely disregarding Azriel in the room. Elain who wouldn’t give Lucien the time of day. Elain who knowingly entered an unethical relationship with Azriel and flaunted it. Elain who barely glanced at the pearl earrings Lucien had bought her for solstice. She had the gall to claim him, after the way she treated him.

“Take him?” I scoff. “You don’t even want him.” I shout back, the words coming off a little harsher than expected.

“She’s right y/n, Lucien is her mate,” Azriel interjected looking down at me, as if this situation didn’t benefit him in every way. Gods he would just do anything to make that girl happy.

“That’s deft coming from you shadowsinger,” Lucien snickered disdainfully, cocking his head at the spymaster.

Azriel bristled, “What's that supposed to mean?” he snarled.

I put a hand on Lucien’s chest to get him to back down, “It doesn’t matter, we’re happy. Is it really your mission to make everyone in this court miserable but yourself Elain?”

“HEY!” Azriel barked, taking a step towards me, his shadows rising behind him.

Before he can get a step closer Lucien grabs his arm, “Easy,” he hissed, but Azriel’s eyes didn’t leave my scared form.

Never in my life had Azriel raised his voice at me in such a manner. While I wanted to say I was unphased, the outburst had scared me. As soon as he noticed my reaction to his behavior, a realization seemed to dawn on him, and he quickly stepped back.

“You’re taking my mate, was there a way I was supposed to react?” Elain sneered just as snarky as ever, as if this was just a cat fight among the females.

The red I saw turned to crimson as I realized once more what she was doing. She didn’t want Lucien because she loved him. She wanted him because she felt entitled to him, she wanted both of them. My mate and hers.

“You take my mate, I’ll take yours!” I seethed the words spilling out of me like venom, unstoppable and poisonous to those in the room.

Elain’s eyes widened and I realized that the secret that I had kept for 400 years had finally come out. My stomach dropped and my blood ran cold, the world around me fading away as I discerned what I had done.

“What did you just say?” Azriel said in disbelief, my eyes flitted over to his.

Anger and hurt flashed in his golden eyes. I didn’t know what to say. Couldn’t know what to say. I had never prepared for this.

“Azriel I-”

“I’m your mate?!” he sneered, his voice tinged with malice.

I felt a scarred hand grip my upper arm as if to winnow me away but Lucien was on Azriel in an instant gripping his arm right back.

“Get your hands off my wife,” he growled, raising his own metaphorical hackles.

“By the looks of it she’s not your wife yet. But apparently she’s my mate so I will handle her however I please,” Azriel said, getting up in Lu’s face, but to Lucien’s credit he didn’t back down.

It was as if after 400 years the bond snapped for Az. And every urge that came with that bond had snapped in place with it. The worst part of it all was that I didn’t know how to feel.

“That may be true but I won’t allow you to touch her in anger,” Lucien stated glowering at the shadowsinger.

Elain and I remained speechless and unmoving as Rhysand slid into the kitchen eyes ablaze at the scene before him.

“What the fuck is going on?” he bellowed as he saw Azriel gripping me and Lucien gripping him.

“It seems that Lucien has decided to wed my mate,” Azriel said with a smooth calm that sounded more like a warning shot.

“You treat her as if she was-” Lucien snarled back before Rhys cut him off.

“That’s enough!” he shouted and it was enough for both males to let go. “All of you get out of my sight and simmer down. We can talk about this when you can behave like adults!”

I think to protest my brother's orders, but he shoots me a glare so cold, so unyielding that I find myself sinking into Lucien’s embrace. I look to Azriel who wears his disappointment in me unnervingly well before winnowing both Lucien and I back home.

to be continued...

Part 3

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dyns33 · 11 months

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Feeling rainy

Another Dream x female reader

“Honey, you look cloudy today. No, rainy."

"I confirm, he is very rainy at the moment."

"Matthew. Leave us."

"Right away, boss. But I'm sick of being wet all the time when I fly in the Dreaming, thank you very much."

It had taken a little time, but during their relationship, Y/N had acquired several certainties about Morpheus, especially about his mood.

The master of nightmares was not very good at expressing his feelings. Mainly because he didn't always know them himself. Partly because he was stupid and not very good with people.

His emotions were like a storm inside him. And therefore, a storm inside the Dreaming, especially when he was nervous, angry or sad.

Happy or neutral sentiments were preferable, with the sky remaining blue, the sun lighting up the whole realm, and the wind seeming to sing melodies.

Sometimes it was a little too hot, when he was in love and excited, but that was no big deal. Also, it never lasted very long.

Like the weather, Morpheus' mood was changing very quickly, and very easily.

And even though he was doing his best to hide his feelings behind a straight face, the Dreaming never left any doubt that something was bothering him.

"Is it because of last night ?" Y/N asked calmly.

"I don't wish to talk about it, love."

"Not even to please me ? I don't like it when you rain, especially because of me."

"... It's not because of you. I probably overreacted."

"Kind of like always, darling, but that doesn't mean your feelings aren't valid. Do you want a hug ?"

"... Maybe."

The tall, terrible prince of the stories certainly didn't like being seeing as weak, but when Dream was in Y/N's arms, he looked like a cat desperately trying not to purr with pleasure, totally at her mercy.

It wasn't a problem since they were alone, but dreams and nightmares guessed what was going on, as the clouds disappeared and a rainbow formed over their heads.

"She has to cuddle him all the time."

"Hush."

"Merv is right. I may be his more or less emotional raven, but he clearly needs her as an emotional human."

"Get out of my library."

All of this could have gone quite well, since Y/N had managed to decode the functioning of the Dreaming, and therefore of Dream, but sometimes he was visibly lost and upset by her emotions, not knowing how to help her, and beginning to feel them with her.

Which was not a good thing, for him, nor for his kingdom.

Y/N therefore asked for advice around her, knowing that it was useless to ask Morpheus directly. Morpheus never really answered questions. That being said, his subjects weren't necessarily better for it.

Lucienne, loyal intelligent Lucienne advised her to speak to the Lord, as communication was important, although she had to be careful how she wanted to express what she wanted to say, as the Lord could misunderstand things.

Merv and Matthew thought that they should say nothing and just cover him with kisses and compliments so that he would always be happy. Because everyone wanted him to be happy, and everyone loved rainbows.

The Corinthian had a different opinion.

"You have to do exactly like him." he declared with three huge smiles.

"What do you mean, like him ?"

"You want to help him by doing anything so that he doesn't get overwhelmed by emotions ? So don't show any emotion yourself. Keep them inside, act neutral, use a monotonous voice, express your love with ridiculously complicated little sentences, and it will be perfect."

Normally, it would have been strongly discouraged to listen to a nightmare. But despite their bickering, the Corinthian was arguably one of the creations that knew Morpheus best, so Y/N thought it wasn't a bad idea.

After all, Dream was a bit like a sponge. Absorbing all the dreamers' hopes, fears, desires, emotions, and though he was a separate being who felt distinctly, he couldn't completely cut himself off from the rest of the world.

So it seemed logical that he was sometimes troubled by others, and therefore by Y/N, with whom he spent the most time.

It didn't cost much to imitate him. It wasn't necessarily easy, but she could do it, for him, so it wouldn't be rainy or stormy too often.

So she trained in front of a mirror, doing her best to remain impassive as she thought about a joke, her deceased grandfather, an adorable kitten, her boss whom she wanted to strangle, and lots of things that never left her indifferent.

Part of her had thought Morpheus wouldn't notice. Another hoped he would see it, that he would be happy, and that she could smile to herself.

While they were watching her favorite movie together, a funny scene played out and she didn't react. Then another, and another, until Y/N felt that Dream's attention was no longer on the screen, but on her.

"My love, you seem distant."

"Not at all. I'm enjoying a pleasant evening, with you." she said with a neutral tone.

"... You didn't laugh. Would you like to see another movie ?"

"No, I like this movie. You weren't laughing either, do you want to change ?"

"I never laugh."

"Because you're too melancholic to find aything funny ?"

"... No. My laughter... I was informed that my laughter could be frightening."

Y/N then turned to him, and at that moment, she almost smiled, finding the revelation ridiculous and adorable, wanting to hear that laughter that her lover was so ashamed of, out of curiosity, but above all to reassure him.

Except that for that, she would have to show emotions, and make him feel emotions, and the goal was to remain as neutral as possible, so Y/N forced herself to remain neutral, looking at him straight in the eyes so that he knew that she was serious, while looking for the right wording.

"I'm sure your laugh is sweet." was the best thing that came to her, patting Morpheus' hand, before watching the movie again.

There were many other moments like this, at the New Inn, at the park, in the Dreaming, and Y/N really thought that everything was fine, that she was doing a good job. The weather seemed calm, with a few distant clouds, but no storms in sight.

Still, there was something in Morpheus' eyes when he looked at her. Curiosity mixed with fear. She didn't dare tell him about it, thinking it was nothing, and he didn't tell her either.

Until Matthew came to visit her as she was getting ready to go to sleep.

"I don't know if I should ask you to go to bed quickly, or advise you to stay awake."

"Why ? What's going on ? Morpheus is in trouble ?!"

"Uh... That depends. Is everything okay between you two ?"

"Yes, perfectly fine. Why ?" she asked, suddenly worried.

"I don't know. It's foggy at the moment. We've had a few rains, a few tornadoes, but Lucienne managed to calm it down. Except that... Hmm... I don't know if I should say it."

"Matthew."

"He thinks you don't love him anymore." sighed the raven, lowering his head.

The news hit Y/N straight to the heart. For a moment, she wondered how Dream could have come to such a conclusion. Then she remembered how Dream was, his difficulties in understanding people, emotions, and even if he himself didn't often show what he felt, he clearly needed others to show him.

For a month, Y/N thought to make him happy. For a month, Morpheus thought she wanted to leave him.

"... This is a terrible misunderstanding."

"Glad to hear that. Can you tell him, please ?"

Falling asleep when stressed might take a while, but Y/N needed to see Morpheus quickly, so she closed her eyes thinking hard about him, and she arrived on the balcony of his palace.

It was raining.

Obviously, Matthew had come to see her before Lucienne went to speak to her master.

Dream stood in the rain, motionless, watching his realm. He didn't move when she came close to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you, you know that ?" she asked shyly.

"I hope so."

"In wanting to please you, I made a mistake. Your mood changes so easily, you can be so fragile, so sensitive."

"I'm not fragile." he muttered, continuing to stare into the distance.

"You are, but that's neither an insult nor the question. I thought... The Corinthian told me that if I don't show my emotions, I won't upset you with them and that you I would be happy. I wanted to help, really. Since you know that I love you, I imagined that it wouldn't change anything. It would be inside, like for you. Sorry."

Finally, Dream turned to her, looking surprised and solemn. He stared at her for a long time, before taking a deep breath.

"I see. So you made several mistakes, indeed."

"Dream..."

"You listened to the Corinthian, a nightmare."

"I know."

"You thought it would be good for you to keep your emotions inside, like me. Knowing that my emotions are never really inside, but entirely outside, in the Dreaming, while you should keep your storms in your little heart."

"I get it, I..."

"And you believed that I would like you to deprive me of your smile. Of your laughter. That you hide your sadness from me, which I could erase with kisses. Your anger, which I could appease with poems. Your love, which I carry in my chest. All this to make me happy ?"

So Morpheus did something that Y/N hadn't imagined.

He laughed.

And like he said, his laugh was a little scary. Inhuman. A sound that mortals weren't supposed to hear, that no one was supposed to hear. But he was laughing, and he was smiling, and he came over to kiss her, and Y/N thought she liked that sound a lot.

"My love, your emotions, all your emotions, are my joy. Do not hide them from me."

"Okay. But promise me you'll tell me when it's rainy, and why."

"Very well."

"And I was right, your laugh is very sweet."

"Yeah, I guess love makes you blind and deaf."

"Matthew. Leave us."

"Yes, boss. Glad it's not raining anymore."

Indeed, the sun had returned as he spoke, a bright sun, and even if the weather could never be perfect, like their relationship, Y/N would do everything to make Morpheus as bright as possible.

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captain039 · 9 months

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PART 4 Lord and lady

Vampire lord Astarion x spawn!reader

Warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, gore, vampire things, eventual smut, swearing, hurt comfort, sexual

Is it a kinky thing?

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Your view was different, your life was different, looking over the court. Respectful nods and glances, no one dares challenges the lady. The lords hand rested comfortable on her hip, she herself placed in his lap, feeling no need to use her own chair that was right beside his. The lord didn’t mind, a satisfied look on his face as she watched their court and he watched her. Keeping his hands to himself proved difficult upon many occasions, his fangs ached to be in her flesh, his stomach needed to be filled with her, his cock ached to be inside her, he wanted to be one again, her breathless moans filling the air, blood down his neck from her feeding and getting distracted by him. He’d sometimes glare at a court member whose eyes lingered too long on her beautiful form, she was his and no one else’s, a smirk on his face.

You awoke to an unfamiliar comfort and warmth, you almost fell off the bed, used to being on cold hard ground, rocks sticking into your sides. You shook your head a little hazy from the dream you had, it’d been Astarion and you? Weird. You felt the familiar need for blood, it wasn’t as intense as it normally was, you felt as if you could wait till lunch. Where would you find food here? You couldn’t exactly feed on Astarion all the time no matter how much his blood thrilled your body. You needed warm blood, maybe they had rabbits or someone could get you a rabbit? You don’t know how things work here, or what your status was. You heard a soft knock and frowned seeing the door open and Molly walking in with a happy smile.

“I sensed you awake” she said and you sat up, this was all… odd.

“Our lord is dealing with some formality’s with the court and should be finished soon, however I’m here to get you ready” she said going to your wardrobe.

“Ready?” You questioned and she nodded smiling at you.

“For what? Can’t I get ready by myself?” You asked sitting on the edge of the bed and sighing. Molly frowned and walked over to you, sitting beside you.

“I don’t know what’s going on” you muttered.

“I understand this is all overwhelming, but you have a new home” she offered comfort.

“Home? Why? Because your lord is connected to me?” You scoffed lightly.

“Connected?” She questioned and you looked to her confused face.

“Has he not ranted about how he felt me in the forest? How he was looking for me?” You asked and she shook her head.

“Strange” she whispered intrigued.

“Based of some vampire research I once looked at, I know two vampires usually spawn and master can be connected, obviously, however there are rare cases where a vampire is sired by the wrong master” she began to explain and you frowned.

“How do you have a wrong master? You don’t get to choose” you said.

“Well no, vampires choose their spawns though, usually it’s all about consent and giving their body over, it’s a very intimate process” she continued on.

“However some just want to continue their blood line so to speak, or make lives worse in your case, did you know who turned you?” She asked and you shook your head.

“Hm, guess your master was in need of a spawn, wanting to make your life horrible as he most certainly has” she said angrily making you smile briefly.

“Idiots, changing into a vampire is a delicate process!” Her annoyance made you chuckle and she flushed.

“Apologies, I get very passionate about things” she said and you shook your head.

“It’s ok” you smiled. It felt strange to smile, but it was like riding a bike really, it came back naturally.

“As I was saying before with connections some rare cases is a master chooses the wrong spawn, much like your case, leaves and never sees or bonds with them, vampires are very much pack like, despite story’s, though they can survive on their own, being in a court or group is better” you listened quietly as she went on.

“Perhaps Astarion was to be your master all along, you were just forced too soon and by the wrong master” she finished and you nodded.

“I would’ve slapped your lord if he asked me to be a vampire” you said and she chuckled.

“Yes well, he’d probably woo you first” she said and you tensed, cheeks heating.

“Vampires are very romantic, well actually, they’re just usually very uh- horny” she said and you laughed at her awkwardness.

“It’s true!” She huffed and you shook your head.

“I can assure you I am not that” you chuckled.

“Yes well, you have control” she huffed and you frowned, control?

“Did I say something wrong?” Molly asked worried.

“No I- I feel like I’ve just bounced back into a normal life, like I wasn’t this raging thing in the forest” you explained and she saddened holding your hand suddenly.

“Bouncing back seems easy, let it happen, but there will be times where you feel like this, like you shouldn’t bounce back so easily because of things you’ve done, that were out of your control, but I will be here to talk with you” her words brought you comfort as did her smile, she almost reminded you of your mother, only a lot younger.

“I believe Astarions ready to show you the place” she perked up and you simple nodded.

“Do you need some blood before we go?” She asked and you stilled. She said it so casually again.

“It does not bother me at all” she added quickly.

“My blood isn’t as powerful as Astarions, but it’s warm” she shrugged holding up her wrist. You gulped a bit, holding wrist and hesitating. You shook your head, you don’t want to hurt her.

“Don’t starve yourself, you don’t need to hear” she reminded with a smile and you nodded. You followed her to the court room, she waved some quick magic, fixed your clothes, changed the shirts colour and put your hair up. You saw Astarion in the middle of the room, head leant back and eyes closed.

“My lord” Molly said and he turned to look at you both.

“Did you sleep well?” He grinned and you nodded avoiding his eyes.

“Excellent, let me give you the grand tour” he beckoned and you glanced briefly to Molly before you left to follow him. Astarion took you around the castle, this place was massive, talking about the different rooms and pictures that were hung up. You got lost after about the third hallway you went down and gave up trying to memorise. You managed to figure out your room to his, your room to the bathroom, your room to the courtroom, that seemed all that was necessary. You passed few vampires, did they all just stay here with eachother? Like a big family, surely that’d be annoying. You felt like you walked for hours, mind rolling through thoughts, hunger pressing. You kept looking to Astarions throat, watching a slow beat pump through his veins, your fangs ached to pierce his flesh.

“Darling” he stopped and you frowned, you hadn’t paid a word to what he said.

“If you need a bite, just ask” he smirked and you quickly looked down shaking your head, you felt addicted to it, you’ve only tasted it twice. Fingers went under your chin and forced your head up, you held your breath watching his Ruby eyes stare into yours.

“Why resist?” He whispered and you bit the inside of your cheek accidentally making it bleed from your fang. His nose flared slightly and his eyes darkened, he leant forward, obviously he smelt the blood. Your mouth opened slightly as you need more air, he growled lowly and suddenly lips were on yours. A hand went on your hips, pulling you closer while the hand that was on your chin held your throat gently. You whined at the contact, body giving in Instantly, knees going weak. His tongue begged you to open your lips and you did. You felt a surge as you tasted him and your blood. He pulled back panting, licking his lips and sighing. You were in a daze, hunger able to take over quickly as you bared your fangs and bit down into his neck. He hissed lightly, but chuckled which then broke off into a moan. It spurred you on more, sucking harsher, the power off his blood humming through your veins. He held your hips tightly, but didn’t push you away, he growled and you heard someone quickly run off. You let go hesitantly, mind coming back to reality as you stared at the holes in his neck heal quickly. You licked off the blood you left feeling him shiver under the contact. You felt powerful.

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axelsagewrites · 10 months

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My dear author, I just read "Daemon Targaryen*In Charge" and omg it's amazing! That said, if you're taking requests could I get a part 2, extremely fluffy focused on their married life (how they support each other and are completely devoted to each other, stuff) please?

Daemon Targaryen*My Moon and Stars

Pairing: Daemon x essos!reader

Summary: The reader experiences a peaceful day of married life since moving to Westeros for love

Word count: 1419

This is a fluffy sequel to In Charge. Can be read by itself

Warnings: just pure fluff

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Translations:

Kirimvose - thank you

Ñuha qēlos - my star

Ñuho glaeso hūrus - moon of my life

It was easy to miss Essos, the smell of its spices, the music that rang in the streets like church bells, and the hot summer sun. Moving from the depths of the East to the capital of the West had been a big adjustment, to say the least. The lords spoke differently here, the streets were busy but somehow not as loud, and the air was cold even when others said it was warm. A foreign land with strange people yet for some reason you kept choosing to stay.

Daemon was the reason why. He was the reason you didn’t pick a ship and sail back. He was the reason you smiled, the reason you laughed, the reason your body felt warm even during the winter season. He was also currently laying behind you, arm lazily draped over your waist. His fingers drew light circles over your hip bone.

“We must wake dear husband,” you said, stifling the yawn that threatened to spill. You had gone to bed later than usual last night and the reason why lay behind you.

Daemon brushed the hair off your shoulder, placing a kiss on the nape of your neck, “Not yet ñuha qēlos,” my star he called you. The star from the east to guide him home he would call you.

“ñuho glaeso hūrus,” you said back slowly, the pronunciation feeling tight on your tongue. “Did I say it right?” You asked, turning your head at first but soon moving to lay on your back to gaze up at his face.

“Yes qēlos,” he whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips. While you were the star, he was the moon. Moon of my life. He’d taught you the phrase after he taught you qēlos. “Your Valerian is almost as good as mine,” his lilac eyes gazed into yours and sometimes at night you wondered if the moon would be prettier in purple.

Later that day once you had finally managed to pry Daemon from his marriage bed you decided to walk the grounds while Daemon trained in the courtyard. The red keep had been quiet recently, perhaps too quiet, but nonetheless, you decided to enjoy the rarity to its full extent. As you walked you noticed all the other wives gathered in clusters with their sewing or their embroidery or occasionally a book.

While the wives may have smiled at you and asked polite questions it had yet to go further. Lady Beesbury smiled at you from her embroidery group, even lifting her hand for a small wave. “They’ll love you once they know you. Like I have, “Daemon's words rang in your heads as you took your first step over. “Ladies,” you greeted the three as you approached.

“Princess,” all greeted, bowing their eyes down before looking back up. You found the curtseying and bowing and titles of Westeros all so painful, but you did not want to correct them yet. “Have you come to join us princess?” Lady Harte asked, glancing around the group.

“If you would like me to my lady,” you said, daemon having spent many a night with you teaching you how to speak to people at court.

Lady Beesbury grinned as she shuffled over on the bench she sat on, “It would be an honour princess,”

“Thank you,” you said, sitting down next to her, glancing at her embroidery, “But please we are in our own company, call me by my name,”

“Very well,” Lady Beesbury said, a smile eating up her face, “Well (Y/N) I’m Alice and these are my friends,” as Alice began to introduce you to your new group you didn’t notice the watchful lilac eyes from the windows above.

Daemon stood silently, leaning on the balcony watching how you smiled as you spoke, how your hands moved with each word, with a relaxed grin on his face. He wasn’t sure how long he had been watching you until he saw Lady Beesbury finger-pointing him out to you. When your eyes met, he noticed your smile widening. Daemon didn’t want to ruin your fun however so left it at a simple wave.

As he walked through the corridors, he noticed a face that he knew would soon become familiar, “Lord Beesbury,” Daemon greeted, suddenly approaching the slightly bumbling man that had been roaming court for the past month. “Do you and your wife have planned this evening?”

“N-not my prince,” the man stuttered out, his cheeks pinking at the edges, “Can we be of service to you in anyway?”

Daemon chuckled lightly at this, “You can help us polish off the plates if you’d like. Would you both like to join us at dinner?” Daemon even managed to have him track down the other wives and their husbands and you were shocked to find out about the sudden dinner party you were hosting.

“Not that I’m complaining,” you told daemon in your chambers as you finished getting ready. Your hands sneaked around his waist, pulling him into you, “But what’s with the sudden want for company darling?”

“It was nice to see you making friends,” he said, brushing the hair out of your face, “and see you smile of course,” he added when he saw the grin spreading across your cheeks.

The dinner had been a success and Daemon even managed to enjoy himself somehow, but he was thankful that it was over. “I forget how much I hate to share,” he mumbled into your neck.

You laughed as you pushed him off of you. “You were right by my side the whole night my moon,” you said as you stroked his cheek, “Besides I cannot have my bath with you clinging to my hip like a wanting child,”

Daemon grinned, his eyebrow-raising, “A bath you say?” He said as his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

“My bath,” you said pointedly, your hand pushing against his strong chest, “For I smell horrible,”

“You’ve never smelt horrible,” Daemon said but finally he relinquished his grip. As you turned to finish the touches on your bath, Daemon moved to sit on a chair close by. You worked silently, filling the bath with milks, honey, salts, and flowers as daemon watched each move. When you moved here impromptu you had left much of Essos behind, but Daemon was soon to send for all the salts and dried flowers you needed for these baths.

The water had turned a milky lilac once you’d finished and the steam from the water smelt like a sweet flower in spring. As you reached for the laces of your dresses Daemon stood silently. Without words he moved to stand behind you, pulling on each lace gently until he slipped the dress over your shoulders to pool on the floor.

You stepped out of the dress, moving over to step in the bath when you looked up to see Daemon carefully folding the fine silk dress away into the correct chest. You let yourself enjoy the sight, your husband oblivious to your gaze, before allowing yourself to enter the hot water, sighing as the warmth enveloped your body.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you rested your head on the edge of the bath. When heard footsteps pad across the floor, the sound of a chair scraping stone, then felt soft fingertips trail along your scalp. Your eyes fluttered open and when they looked up you saw Daemon looking down. “Relax ñuha qēlos,” he said gently, his voice not far above a whisper.

Allowing your eyes to shut again you let Daemon continue his movements. His fingers slipping into your hair, scratching gently at your scalp at first making you groan in pleasure. He continued his work silently, grabbing a hair oil from your chest of smells and pastes. His fingers stroked through your hair, using the oil the way he had watched you do many times. You let yourself enjoy the silence, enjoy his touch.

After he had finished with your hair daemon had you sit further forward to massage your back, working out any tension Westeros had caused. “Thank you,” you whispered into the near-silent room as Daemon worked out a knot in your shoulder.

Daemon paused for a moment, holding your shoulders in his hands. He leant forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek without caring that he got his shirt wet. None of that mattered to him right now, “Anything for you ñuha qēlos,”

“kirimvose ñuho glaeso hūrus,”

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sharararararara · 5 months

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Yandere Aemond Targaryen x Older sister reader

WARNING: MENTIONS OF RAPE(not to the reader but to an oc of mine), AEGON BEING WEIRD, Mentions of children getting married, angst( a little?)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG TO MAKE THIS, AND I'M SORRY FOR NOT PUTTING THAT MUCH YANDERE AEMOND, BUT I PROMISE YOU THERE WILL BE MORE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

CHAPTER 3

Helaena there you are! Helaena looked at you as you ran toward her, you sat beside your sister who was looking at a bug she had just found.

I don't think it can see... Said Helaena, Why? You asked, slowly getting more curious about the bug she was holding, she did not answer your question, just simply staring at you.

I- um... I mean if you don't want to tell me then it's fine. You spoke, you never really understood why Helaena never talked clearly, She liked to speak in riddles, never giving the real meaning behind them. You never really cared, you sometimes have fun trying to find out what her riddle meant, it was like a game to you.

You just kept quiet and continued to observe the insect, you loved the time you spent with your sister, even though she never really talked, it was still calming. Aegon did not deserve Helaena, you knew what Aegon does with the maids, and you felt disgusted by him. You don't even want to think what he might do to your sister. Sometimes you wish that it was Jace instead of Aegon, sure Jace can be a bully sometimes, like what he does to Aemond, but you still think he would treat Helaena better than Aegon.

Suddenly a maid ran towards you and Heleana, Princess Helaena your Mother is calling you, said the maid in a hurry.

Helaena sighed, not wanting to go, yet she did not have a choice. She stood up and went to the maid, both of them leaving you behind.

A frown was on your face as you watched them walk away, you were alone again, and you did not have anyone to talk to, and surely you did not want to talk to Aegon, he would be probably drunk or harassing the maids again, and you could not really talk to Aemond since you did not really know where he is, so it's only you and yourself.

You sighed as you stood up, dusting off the dust from your dress. Why not a walk around the halls? you said to yourself as you started to walk.

You had a dragon, named Larix, but you were not allowed to fly on him yet since he is a big dragon, and you might get hurt or worse die, you think that was a stupid rule that your parents made for you since you already flew on him once when you claimed him, but I guess you did not have a choice, it's either waiting until your old enough or will never ride him.

Your parents were protective of you, when they found out that you claimed a dragon they went ballistic, they complained that the dragon was too dangerous for a little child like you, yet they still arranged a marriage between their daughter to their son, even though they are still children, funny right? And sooner or later Aegon will bed Heleana, which is disgusting because they are still children. You felt bad for Helaena and Aegon, even after what Aegon did, you still felt bad for him being forced to marry his sister.

But what can you do? They are Targaryen, it's normal for their house, yet it still is messed up.

Sooner or later, you will get betrothed to some man, you do not really want to get married yet, but what can you do?

You pray to the Gods that the man your parents will betrothed you to someone nice and respectful, and not some old lord who only wants to bed little girls and carry his heirs.

Sometimes you wish that women get the same respect as men in this world, women in this are known as "weak" or "fragile" and only used for pleasure and to carry heirs. They say "women can't rule a kingdom", saying that only a man can, since they are "strong" or "powerful".

When a woman sleeps with a man, they call her a whore, but when a man sleeps with a thousand people, no one blinks an eye.

You had a friend before, from a wealthy house, her name was Esther, she was 14 years old when her father betrothed her to some lord.

At first, she thought that he was nice, but on their wedding night, that lord raped her, she pleaded for him to stop, yet he did not listen.

She died from giving birth to her son, her husband did not care, only remarrying someone else.

You missed Esther, she was your only friend. The last time you saw her was when she visited you, she was 6 months pregnant, she had a fake smile on, hiding her true emotions.

You remembered when you and her were alone in your chamber, she cried in your arms, telling you about how her husband beat her every day when she didn't follow his orders. You were in rage when she told you that, you wanted to speak to her husband, but she pleaded you not to, saying she would only get beat up more.

You remembered how much you cried when you received the letter from her mother, telling you that Esther, your friend, died last night while giving birth to her son.

You never forgot her, and you will never will. She was a good friend, and you wish you could get revenge on her husband for what he did.

You wanted to shout at her father, for making her marry that piece of shit, and for not believing her when she told him about what he was doing to her.

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darklinsblog · 2 years

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Afterglow | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Morpheus ends his marriage and in his heartache he summons you to the Dreaming calling on what his heart desires.

Pairing: Morpheus x Human! Reader

Part I

A year had passed since you last saw Morpheus’ even when you were the one to end things, part of you hoped he would look for you, but he didn’t.

The man had vanished into thin air after that night, you weren’t the same after you two took separate ways, being haunted by the memories of you and him, smelling his cologne on your sheets, your pillows.

Yes, everything you had built was a lie, a beautiful lie sometimes you wished to hold onto, but you could not live with yourself knowing you had gotten in the way of a marriage, that when he left you, he was going back to a wife, to a completely different life.

For a while you tried dating, but it was useless because it didn’t matter how many dates you went on or how many of them you sneaked into the bedroom in seek for dullness to your broken heart.

Because nobody felt like him and nobody ever would.

And you hated him even more for it, for being so deeply rooted to your body, mind and soul.

Every time you went to bed it was a hundred times worse, as you couldn’t seem to get any rest, even if you slept.

For the billionth time, you laid on your bed, placing your head on the pillow and softly hugging it from underneath your head as you closed your eyes.

Something felt oddly different, everything was awfully quiet, even in the darkness you could not recognize a single thing, like you were in a different world.

Not knowing what to do you started walk, trying to get acquainted to the unknown territory, hoping to find someone, anyone.

Anyone but him.

Your heart skipped a beat, if not several as you looked at the man you were trying to escape from at your every step sitting on the stairs with a lost expression. Then, as if he had felt your presence, he looked up.

When his eyes found yours again, after so long, you could not explain the look on his face, the astonishment and confusion.

Morpheus looked over to the woman beside him, looking for some sort of explanation.

“I don’t think she’s an invention, my lord” she spoke softly, his eyes landed on you again, now hopeful as he stood quietly, scared he might startle you if he did any sudden motions.

Your heart roared in its cage, you wanted to run away but your body was completely unresponsive to your brain.

“Y/N…” he said making your heart flutter, his voice making you weak to your knees, you hated that even now he had such control over you.

“Where am I?” It was all you could say as a mixtape of anger and want invaded you.

“The Dreaming” your whole world came crumbling the minute he spoke those words, this was in fact, another world. But why were you here?

You stood there, awfully silent as you took all of that in, Morpheus looked at Lucienne.

“Leave us, please” he requested, the woman was quick to nod as see her way out, closing the doors to the throne room.

“You brought me here?”

“Not consciously, but yes” he was speaking quietly, looking at you when the only thing he wished was to hold you and tell you how much he had missed you, that every day that passed without you was the most cruel punishment of all.

“Then consciously take me the fuck back” you hissed through your teeth, it was as if you were living it all over again.

“I need you to listen to what I have to say”

“You think I’m going sit here and listen-“ you started saying feeling like a teapot sitting on the flame.

“My marriage has ended”

You blinked a few times, registering his words before scoffing at him.

“No that’s just another lie of yours” you deadpanned “You just want me to run to your arms so you can have me and break me all over again, when is it gonna be enough for you?!” You were speaking from your disappointment, for your fear.

Your former lover grabbed your waist and forcefully pulled you into his chest, even as you tried to set yourself free, but it was pointless as he had a strength beyond human capabilities.

He was determined to not let you go this time around.

“Y/N look at me” he pleaded you, but as you truly had nowhere to go you were forced to comply. Being so close to him after all this time felt good but the fact it did made you feel guilty as well.

“I ended my marriage because Calliope never compared to you, you’re all I want, my sweetness. Even as you stand here, hating me rightfully, I am only thrilled by the mere fact of having you here”

Your heart was beating so loud for him you thought it would come out of your chest. He still lied and you too still loved him.

But it was wrong of you, all of this was wrong even as he had ended his marriage your brain reminded you of all his lies, as beautiful as it was, he had deliberately dragged you into this situation, taking away your choice.

Adrenaline filled you as you felt the urge to run away from your heart desires, from him. You started hitting his chest, attempting to squirm away from his grasp.

“You ruined us! You did this, not me!” You exclaimed, his eyes glowed with indescribable emotion as he grabbed your jaw and kissed you. Surprisingly, you reciprocated to his actions.

When you pulled away from him, you were still breathing heavily but now you launched forward, kissing him fervently, sending out the window the last bits of willpower left in your body.

Both of you gave into what your hearts desired, Morpheus’ started stripping you out of your clothes as he now perceived them as obstacles to reach his goal.

Your body was consumed by the fire, the intoxicating need of him, you roughly pulled on his hair making him hum in your mouth, his hands massaged your ass cheeks aggressively making you gasp in delight.

The clothes served as some sort of improvised bed as Morpheus roughly pulled you down on the floor, making you fall on his lap, straddling him.

He grabbed the back of your head to kiss your neck, you breathed heavily as you ran your fingers to his chest feeling yourself growing wetter under him, the Lord of Dreams groaned at the feeling of yourself pooling under him.

“I see you haven’t been taken care of properly, my sweetness” you moaned unable to form any coherent words, you both knew what he was implying, of course he knew you had been with others, seeking pleasure.

As bad as it may sound, Morpheus found satisfaction on the fact you were this needy, that your needs hadn’t been met properly, the satisfaction only he could suffice you was everything he needed.

Because it didn’t matter how many people tried, nobody would know your body like he did, nobody made you this much of a mess.

There was no time for foreplay or build up as you both were already heated far beyond what you thought possible.

Morpheus’ lined himself to your walls and entered you with a single thrust, being so deep inside you that you could almost feel him in your stomach, he didn’t even gave you proper time to adjust to him before his started grinding his hips violently, the room echoed with the sounds of pleasure and your skin crashing on and on.

Your body was shaken to its core, you could feel your legs trembling like jelly as he kept thrusting inside you relentlessly, your body was barely able to contain him as he went feral on you.

The Endless had always held back when being with you, as you were human he needed to be cautious, but right here and now he had forgotten of that, as his mind was clouded by his lust.

You held onto him as tight as you could, you were breathing on each other’s faces heavily, Morpheus’ took in the look in your face, how you were drunken in the high of pleasure, in the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, you wished for him to never stop, even if it felt like he was ripping you apart from the inside.

Morpheus’ clawed his nails to your sides and you were sure that would leave a notorious bruising but as you felt yourself pulsating, strangling his cock as your release was building, you could only worry about that later.

Finally, both you and Morpheus came undone, his seed welcomed itself inside your body, as you sighed softly in utter contentment.

The king cupped your face in his hands, looking at your sweaty flustered face as if you were the greatest work of art ever made.

“Let us have another chance, rewrite our history. The way it should’ve been from the start” you looked at him dead in the eye, you could tell he was being sincere as you knew there was nobody else for you in this universe that wasn’t him.

“Listen to me, because I will only say this once” you spoke carefully, all his attention was on you as you grabbed your arms around his neck and nuzzled the hairs at the back of his head.

“If you mess this up I will kill you, I don’t care if you’re the actual personification of dreams” Morpheus’ smiled from ear to ear as he chuckled. Regardless of your aggressive threat you were giving him a chance to mend his mistakes.

He grabbed his arms around you and embraced you fully, feeling whole again as you melted in his touch at last.

The world made sense again.

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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Enamored [42] - Uninvited

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Some guests are not welcomed.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy, drinking.

Word Count: 5100

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You had to admit, you’d had your fair share of nights where you drank too much.

Back at home, you and your friends liked going to parties a lot, and most of those parties and their aftermath came with a lot of options in drinks, including alcohol. Especially if it was a gathering that mostly consisted of your friends, you would more often than not find your mind all warm and fuzzy when you went to bed for a deep slumber.

Granted sometimes the next morning would be a bit unpleasant but this?

This was something else.

You were pulled back from the comfort of your sleep by a heavy throbbing in your head that seemed to get worse and worse by the second. You furrowed your brows and opened your eyes, but as soon as you did, the blinding light shot right into your skull, making you let out a groan and turn your head to bury it into the soft, fluffy pillow.

You heard Anthony’s chuckle from beside you, then felt his hand caressing over your hair.

“Good morning to you too.”

“Did I get trampled by a horse while sleeping?” you croaked out, still not pulling your face off the pillow, too tired to even lift a finger and he scoffed a laugh.

“You mixed about five different drinks.”

“But it was fun!” you protested and forced yourself to turn a little in bed, opening an eye while the half of your face still pressed against the pillow. Anthony kissed you on top of your head and pushed himself off the bed to stand up.

“Anthony you can’t leave me like this, I’m dying!”

“You’re not dying and I’m not leaving,” he said as he walked to the door. “I’ll just tell a maid to bring you the remedy.”

You let out a whine while he opened the door to talk to someone, then closed it again to approach you again. You pouted your lips.

“I don’t think there’s a remedy for this.”

“No?”

“No, because I am dying—”

“Don’t joke about that,” he cut you off and sat down on the edge of the bed. “And you’re not dying. You just drank too much.”

You grimaced. “I will never drink again.”

“You know, I’ve heard your brother say that multiple times and you’re both liars,” he stated and you rolled over, pressing your palms over your eyes.

“What happened last night, exactly?”

“Well you came home at around three in the morning, shouting,” he said. “And ate half of a whole strawberry cake, rambled about blindfolds and being tied up...”

You could feel the fire burning your face and you slipped further into the covers. “Stop.”

“Oh I won’t,” he said with a grin. “What else… you had a lot of opinions about what we should name our children; we’re not naming any of them François Guillaume Andrieux by the way—”

“It’s a strong name, Anthony!”

“Yeah we’re not going to do that, neither will Cece and Elias,” he said. “Then I carried you here, and you woke up and gave me a detailed explanation of how you’re planning on getting Cecily’s sister and Lord Holloway together—simulating a carriage accident just to get them together is a terrible idea by the way, don’t even consider that as an option.”

“Well—”

“Cecily doesn’t need the stress of thinking her sister has been in a carriage accident, Y/N.”

You heaved a sigh, still frowning because of the headache.

“I will just save that idea to use it in the future. For Eloise perhaps, when she falls in love.”

“Mm hm. Speaking of my siblings, I don’t know when Benedict will finally fall in love and get married just so that you can say I told you so.”

“It’s alright, I’ll take the matters into my own hands when I’m done with Abigail and Eloise,” you mumbled, entwining your fingers with his. “That is if I can leave the bed.”

He smiled down at you and pressed a kiss on your hand. “You’ll be fine darling—” he started but then turned his head when someone knocked on the door. He pulled away from you to open it, then took a glass from the person at the door and closed it behind him again.

You eyed the glass in his hand wearily as he placed it on the nightstand and tugged you by your wrist to pull you up into a sitting position, much to your whining. Even your head felt heavy and every single movement, as little as they may be, felt like someone was ringing a gong in your ears. He handed you the glass and you looked down at it, the sharp smell hitting your nose, making you grimace.

“What is this?”

“This is the best remedy for the morning after overdrinking.”

“It smells disgusting.”

“I know.”

“What’s in it?”

He raised his brows. “It’s better if you drink without knowing it.”

You frowned. “What’s in it, Anthony?”

“Raw eggs and garlic.”

Your jaw dropped and you made a face, pulling back.

“I’m not drinking that.”

“It’ll help,” he assured you. “I promise. I’m not doing this to torment you—”

“It sounds like you are!”

“I know it sounds disgusting, and it will taste disgusting but it’ll help.”

You let out a whine, pouting your lips as you looked down at the glass. “You’re certain of it?”

“I swear to you.”

You took a deep breath, then pinched the bridge of your nose and downed the drink, trying not to heave at the taste. You coughed as soon as you lowered the glass, a whine escaping from your lips while you wiped at your mouth, a grimace etched on your face. Anthony let out a laugh, pulling you to his lap easily and you buried your face to the crook of his neck, inhaling his pleasant scent almost like a remedy to the bitter taste at the back of your throat. He rubbed your back with one hand while the other one cradled the back of your head, making you smile.

“Promise to stop me if I ever try to drink this much again?” you croaked out and his chest vibrated with his quiet chuckle.

“I’ll try,” he said. “I mean, it’s not as if you’re the most defiant person I’ve ever met in my entire life and are known for not listening to anyone at all, hm?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You love me though.”

He placed a kiss on top of your head, nuzzling into your hair.

“I do,” he said, making your smile widen. “More than you could ever know, darling.”

As he had promised, that disgusting drink had made you feel better for the rest of the day, and the next day it was as if nothing had happened. While you were still quite certain that you would never drink that much again, you were still looking forward to the next married ladies’ night in Lady Danbury’s house, which she had already invited you before you even left.

Perhaps by then, you would have gotten better at card games.

You wondered whether Anthony would teach you some tricks or at least explain the game better before attending the next game night, but you were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard footsteps approaching the room. Both of you were invited for dinner at your father’s house, and after getting into your dress you had excused Lucie, seeing that she had spent more than an hour helping you with your hair and picking the gown. You held two different earrings in your hand, holding them over your earlobes before your door opened to reveal Anthony, a smile warming your face instantly at just how handsome he looked.

“Hello mon amour.”

“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” he asked, leaning to the doorframe and you suppressed a laugh, turning back to the mirror on the vanity.

“A mere listener would think we’re going off to somewhere terrible.”

“It is going to be terrible.”

“It’s going to be fun!”

“We can just do something else instead,” he said almost too fast. “Anything you want.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Oh that’s wonderful; I want to go to this dinner.”

“Alright but if we skip this dinner, I will buy you ten new gowns.”

“Bribery doesn’t work with me,” you pointed out. “And you will buy me ten new gowns anyway, with the rate you keep damaging my already existing gowns.”

“So we’re actually going to—”

“Have a dinner with Elias and Cece?” you finished his question for him, putting the earrings on the vanity table to grab a different pair and put them on. “Yes. Elias is your best friend, and you said it yourself that you will always be in Cece’s debt for helping you.”

“It’s not just going to be them though.”

“My cousins like you.”

“Your father doesn’t,” he pointed out. “Or your aunt.”

“They’re warming up to you.”

“You can say that at my funeral after I get poisoned at tonight’s dinner and leave you a widow.”

You gasped, turning around to look at him. “Anthony!”

He grinned at you and shrugged his shoulders. “What? Could happen.”

“Don’t even jest about your death!” you insisted and grabbed a bracelet from the small box on the vanity, then walked to him and held out your wrist. “It will be a completely normal dinner.”

“Am I allowed to touch the fine china though?”

You let out a giggle. “I’ll put in good word for you to my father, I promise.”

He smiled at you and clasped the bracelet, then placed a kiss over your wrist before pulling you closer to his body. Your eyes fluttered close as he kissed you, making you heave a content sigh, sparks of desire shooting through your body but you forced yourself to pull back, his lips chasing yours as you leaned back in his arms, a giddy laugh escaping from you.

“Anthony!”

“They can wait.”

“They cannot!” you said. “This is our first dinner with them as a married couple so we mustn’t be late, as irresistible as you look right now.”

A smirk appeared on his face before he pecked you on the lips, and you wiggled out of his embrace.

“We are to behave,” you insisted. “The whole night.”

Anthony tilted his head.

“A mere listener would think you didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night last night to—”

“No!” you flailed your hands in a stop motion, making him chuckle while a fire burned your face. “We have no time for chit chat I’m afraid, we must go now.”

“Darling, we—”

“Now I said!” you insisted, already making your way to the door and stepped out to the hallway, trying to ignore the burning on your cheeks. Anthony easily caught up with you as you walked down the stairs, and Lucie rushed to grab your coat from one of the maids by the front door.

“Thank you,” you said as you got into your coat and stepped outside. Anthony threw an arm over your shoulders, pulling you to him and you buried your face to his chest, entwining your fingers with his.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” you grumbled and he let out a laugh, then pressed a kiss on top of your head.

“Yeah I am.”

You smacked at his arm playfully and pulled back to narrow your eyes at him, and he held out his hand for you, still grinning.

“Shall we?”

“Wait, what do you mean you ordered a rocking cot for the baby already?”

“He’s going to need it Elias!”

“She!” Elias insisted and Anthony chuckled beside you, exchanging glances with Cecily who looked very much comfortable, enjoying her food as she looked between you. Aunt Lavinia shook her head slightly while your father leaned back in his chair, sipping his port. It was the middle of the dinner, and after a small period of glaring and veiled snarks between your father and Anthony, you had all started enjoying the food and conversation.

“Wait,” Kenneth said, motioning between you two. “How are you two so sure about that when even Cece says she doesn’t know?”

“I just have a feeling.”

“I have a feeling too and it will be a girl,” Elias pointed at you and you shrugged your shoulders and sipped your port.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Oh I hope it’s a girl as well!” Iona added. “We can dress her up with ribbons and such, she’d be adorable.”

“Thank you cousin.”

“It’ll be a boy, you’ll see. I even have a list of names if you two would like to see it.”

“Nah, you should probably save that list for yourself for the near future,” Kenneth said, nodding at you and Anthony, and the port Anthony was drinking seemed to have gone down the wrong tube because he coughed, then cleared his throat.

“Right, thanks Ken.”

“Of course Anthony, anytime.” Kenneth said, smiling innocently. “We’re family now. And when you two have your own family—”

“We’re not even talking about the possibility of it,” Elias waved his hands in the air, making Cecily tilt her head.

“Why not?”

“Because I still do not like this….this union,” he motioned at you and Anthony and you pulled your brows together.

“What? On my wedding day you said you approved—”

“I cannot even begin to explain how much I do not approve.”

You and Anthony exchanged glances and turned to him, wearing similar grins.

“Well, you told me to dance with him—”

“Had I known it would result in this,” he said, pointing at you and him. “I would’ve kept you locked in your room that night.”

“She does have a point though Elias,” Anthony said. “You’re the architect of this union when you think about it.”

Your father made a face and nodded.

“Yes you are Elias,” he said and Aunt Lavinia raised her brows.

“Wait, how come?”

“Elias told Anthony to dance with me on my first ball here.”

“I also told Anthony specifically not to court her,” Elias added in a haste and your father rolled his eyes.

“Jesus.”

“I told her too!”

“And you thought that would work?” Kenneth asked and scoffed. “Great plan there, dear cousin.”

“I don’t know why everyone thinks it’s my fault—”

“Your fault?”

“No I’m thanking you here.” You and Anthony said at the same time and Elias groaned, slipping a little in his seat.

“That makes it even worse! I told you not to even talk to her during that ball—”

“We talked before that ball Elias,” you reminded him, “In the drawing room.”

“Which when you think about it, was also because of you,” Anthony taunted him. “I was here to see you, and then…”

“Then you two talked for the first time, aww!” Iona pressed a hand over her chest and Anthony shot Elias a teasing smile.

“None of this would’ve been possible without you.”

Elias shot him a glare. “Stop.”

“It was meant to be if you ask me,” Cecily said and Kenneth raised his glass slightly.

“Hear hear…”

Your father let out a groan, making Aunt Lavinia pat at his arm as if trying to console him.

“I’m blaming you for all this,” he told Elias and Cecily sipped her water.

“To be honest with you, I doubt Elias could’ve done anything to stop it,” she said. “I mean I’ve seen what Y/N was like around Anthony even before they were courting.”

You gasped. “Cece!”

“What?”

Anthony let out a chuckle and turned to you. “Oh is that right?”

You let out a whine, burying your face into his arm and he reached out to rub at your back with his other hand while the table descended into chaos.

“Cece come on!”

“What? Romance runs in your family my love.”

“With the exception of me.”

“Ken, come on now.”

“We all know that’s a lie Ken.”

“What? I don’t even believe in romance or love.”

“You will seriously look me in the eye and tell me—”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Cece, I’m not a romantic person.”

“It does run in the family, I knew I wanted to marry your father the moment I saw him.”

“See?”

“And Percy here knew he wanted to marry her the moment he saw Cassie—”

“Lav!”

“I still have that letter Percy.”

“You know, Iona has been suspiciously silent about this whole discussion.”

“Elias!”

“What? I’m merely sharing an observation.”

“I believe in love and that’s all I’m going to say about that.”

“Wait a second, does that mean—”

“Are you alright there darling?” Anthony murmured and you pulled your burning face from his arm to look up at him. The fond light in his eyes made you smile and you heaved a dramatic sigh.

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Anthony said. “On a completely irrelevant note, I will ask Cecily every single detail about what you were like around me.”

Your jaw dropped. “She will not tell you the details!” you said and Anthony chuckled, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb caressing over your cheekbone.

“Don’t worry, you can ask Benedict about what I was like when I was so much as in the same room with you.”

“What were you like when—” you started but was cut off when there was a shuffle and some yelling by the hall, making all of you turn to the door and you pulled back as soon as you saw who had just walked into the dining room.

It was the man who had called you by your mother’s name the other day by the jeweler, the one that had left before you could ask him his name. He fixed his sleeves, looking around the room.

“Oh my, I hope I’m not interrupting.”

You frowned and turned to look at your father, your frown deepening as soon as you did. Both your father and Aunt Lavinia looked almost frozen in their spots, Aunt Lavinia’s eyes wide in surprise while your father’s jaw clenched as his glare sharpened.

“My apologies my lord, I tried to stop him,” the steward said and Elias tilted his head.

“Do we know you?” he asked and the man let out a chuckle.

“Oh I’m offended Elias,” he said. “I used to carry you on my shoulders around this very house, it was your favorite thing to do.”

Aunt Lavinia stole a look at your father.

“…Percy, don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

The man’s gaze fell on you and his smug smirk faltered for a moment, a look that you could only describe as anger crossing his face before he smiled again.

“Y/N. Hello again.”

“Hey!” Anthony snapped, his voice stern. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh my apologies,” he said. “I was very excited to see all of you together, so I forgot my manners it seems. Frederick Jennings.”

Your head shot up, and out of the corner of your eye you could see Cecily furrowing her brows while Elias pulled back slightly in his seat, staring at him.

Frederick Jennings.

The man who had carefully plotted your mother’s demise just because he had been allegedly in love with her since they were young, your father’s former best friend who had made sure he believed him over your mother—

The reason of their divorce.

The man who had lied about your parentage to your own father and led your mother to go through that scandal only to flee to France.

“Earl of Woodhall,” he added. “And an old family friend.”

Cecily reached to touch Elias’s hand and she shook her head slightly, wrapping her fingers around his wrist while he glared daggers at him.

“It brings back the memories though Percy!” he said, “You haven’t changed anything have you?”

Your ears were ringing so loudly that you could barely hear him, the fury slowly poisoning your system as your fingertips started burning, your heart pounding in your head. Anthony straightened his back, his complete focus on you while you kept your gaze on Frederick who seemed like he was having a lot of fun.

“Percy, don’t…” Aunt Lavinia said and your father raised his brows, his face a picture of calmness.

“I’m not doing anything Lavinia,” he told her without so much as a glance at her. “Frederick. Get out of my house and go back to whatever corner of hell you crawled out of.”

Frederick heaved a sigh while you slowly dragged your fingertips over the smooth tablecloth, Elias stealing a look at Cece before clenching his teeth, as if she was the only thing that was making him sit there in his seat which—

She probably was.

“Come on Percy, don’t be like that,” he taunted him before turning to the table. “Elias, congratulations on the baby! Have you picked a name yet?”

Cece tightened her grip around Elias’s wrist as if reminding him she was there while Elias remained silent, and everyone at the table knew it signaled his complete fury.

You on the other hand?

You felt like you were swallowing coals. Your whole body felt like it was on fire and your breathing got faster as you tried to keep your anger at bay, but it was no use.

You knew it was no use, and judging by how on edge Anthony looked, so did he.

Kenneth scoffed and ran a hand through his hair, then stood up from his seat.

“Alright, I have no idea who you are and I couldn’t care less,” he said, “Get out before I make you.”

“Who are you?”

“Family. And you’re clearly not welcomed, so I’d gladly drag you outside if you persist on staying here.”

Frederick raised his brows,

“Very well,” he said, then slowly turned to you with a smile and let out a breath. “God, you look so much like your mother, Y/N.”

That right there.

That was what burned down the last ounce of control you had, setting the fire inside you free. Your vision almost turned red and you jumped on your feet, grabbing the knife on the table but Anthony was much faster than you. Before you even got to leap at Frederick over the table, Anthony had already grabbed you from behind, pulling you back, grasping your wrist to keep your hand that was holding the knife tight away from your own body.

“Y/N, no!”

“And you got her temper as well, I see,” Frederick commented and an inhuman growl escaped from your lips while you tried to get out of Anthony’s grasp. “That’s quite interesting.”

You didn’t even completely know what the curse word meant, but you had heard both Elias and Anthony use it on different occasions so you didn’t even think twice before it spilled from your lips, your accent getting stronger with every word.

“I’ll carve your fucking heart!”

It seemed to shock everyone in the room but Anthony was the first one to recover and he twisted your wrist so that you would drop the knife back to the table, his iron like grip not even budging around your waist.

“Alright, that’s enough—”

“Anthony get her out,” you heard your father say and the last thing you saw before Anthony dragged you out of the second entrance of the dining room was Kenneth making his way to Frederick. You could still feel the anger pulsing through you and you thrashed against his grip while he all but carried to the backyard, ignoring the string of demands in French that you were firing at him echoing over the walls. It was only when you both got to the backyard into the cool air that he let you go, making you snatch your arm back from his grasp.

You gritted your teeth, glaring daggers at him, still breathing hard.

“How dare you?” your voice didn’t even resemble your own anymore, laced with so much anger. Anthony frowned, letting out a tense laugh.

“How dare I?”

“You do not drag me out of rooms.”

“I had to do it when you pulled a knife on him—have you gone insane?”

“I’m going back there,” you said and took a step towards the house but he gripped you by the arm to push you back gently, his voice almost too calm unlike yours.

“No you’re not.”

Your eyes narrowed into slits like a cat’s and you tilted your head. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. You’re not going back there,” his tone held no room for any sort of discussion and he nodded at the marble bench behind you. “Sit down.”

A hysterical laughter spilled from your mouth and you dragged your tongue over your bottom lip. “Shall I curtsy as well?”

“Y/N.”

“Who on earth do you think you are?”

“Do you know what happens if you kill someone?” he asked you. “Hm? Do you know the punishment for it in this country? The house is full of staff, do you think they would stay quiet about it if you stabbed someone? You would be imprisoned at best, hanged at worst!”

It felt like you were swallowing fire. “What, so he gets to walk away?”

“Y/N I don’t know what it is you’re finding it so hard to understand here, I don’t want you to end up—”

“He ruined my mother’s life!” your voice rose, your accent slipping. “What do I care what you want?”

He let out a breath of frustration, as if trying his hardest to remain calm before he want a hand over his face.

“Fine, don’t care then. Doesn’t change the outcome, you’re not going back there.”

You opened your mouth to retort but then both of you turned your heads when you heard someone clear their throat. Elias looked between you and Cecily offered you a small smile.

“Uh, he just left,” she said. “Figured you would want to know.”

You rubbed at your eyes and turned to Elias. “Are you alright?”

“Not really. You?”

You scoffed a bitter chuckle and sat down on the marble bench. “No.”

Elias lingered there and opened his mouth, then stole a look at Anthony and Cecily before turning to you. “Where did you learn that word?”

You shot him a glance. “That’s what you’re worried about right now?”

“I should know if your husband is a bad influence on you.”

Anthony raised his brows. “Elias…”

“Both you and Anthony use it Elias,” you said and looked at Cecily. “Cece?”

“I’m alright, so is the baby,” she assured you in a haste. “It’s just…”

“What?”

“His name sounds familiar,” she said. “It sounded familiar when Elias first told me, and it sounds familiar now, I just cannot put my finger on it.”

You pressed your palms over your eyes and Cecily squeezed at your arm as if trying to console you before you lowered your hands again.

“How’s father?”

“You know how he is. He is calm and collected as always,” He tilted his head at Anthony. “Very fast reflexes by the way. How did you know?”

Anthony shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m the oldest of eight,” he muttered. “You learn along the way.”

Your hands were still shaking from anger and you bit inside your cheek, fury still bubbling inside you, making it hard to even think. You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, then opened them again.

“I’m going home.”

Anthony looked between you and Elias. “Now?”

“Yeah, I can’t stay here right now.”

“But…”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” you asked, already making your way through the yard to the stone road where your carriage was, with Anthony following you suit. You got in the carriage as Anthony told the coachman to take you home, then got inside as well.

The whole road –as short as it was- was completely quiet. You were still so on the edge that you could almost feel the adrenaline making its way through your system, along with the headache pulsing in your head.

You got out of the carriage the minute it stopped and made your way straight into the house, and Anthony heaved a sigh as you both reached upstairs, running a hand through his hair. You knew you were supposed to calm down, but you had no idea what to do with this anger still poisoning your insides, and it was getting way too hard to control it.

You walked into your shared bedroom and he leaned on the doorframe, crossing his arms. You could almost feel his burning gaze on you as you pulled off your earrings to toss them on the vanity, then unclasped your bracelet.

“Are you going to be silent for the whole night then?”

“I have nothing to say to you,” you said, blinking back the tears of frustration as you threw your bracelet on the vanity as well. The weight of the whole night was slowly starting to crash down on you, and even though somewhere in your mind you could understand why he had dragged you out, it still—

You still couldn’t see past that anger muddying up your thoughts.

“Really? Nothing at all?”

You turned around to look at him better. “I will not apologize.”

“Well that makes two of us.”

You scoffed a bitter laugh and licked your lips, then took a step closer to him, your eyes locked in his.

You weren’t supposed to. You knew you weren’t supposed to, but somehow, the anger seemed to have taken control of your body, and especially your words. If you could calm down, if you could actually think straight, you would have insisted to talk about what had happened, but—

Not at that point.

Not when your mother’s anger was running through your veins.

And you knew it was the worst thing during or after a fight. Some small, logical part of you knew that, the inability to have a good communication had been the main problem that had ruined everything in your parents’ love story but somehow the fury seemed to have hushed everything else in your mind.

Maybe you really did have your mother’s temper.

“It’s not your place to give me orders,” you heard yourself say, your voice nearly a hiss. “Nor will it ever be. Keep that in mind the next time you have the audacity to assume otherwise.”

With that, you walked away from him and entered your own bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

Chapter 43

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Mark his drinking problems a Mark and Karina story P2

Warning: 18+ drunken failures sex spanking fingering

Mark was asleep same as Karina but while he is sleeping he was thinking about s*x so he try something but what he did was for Karina amazing she was sleeping for a moment while Mark try to find his d*ck to do something everyone was sleeping so they don't even hear or even see it so Karina don't even mind it but Mark found something but he didn't notice that he is In Karina her p*ssy and he started fingering in Karina her p*ssy and she started moaning

Oh yeah it feels so good." Karina said while moaning

And Mark was fingering deeper in Karina her p*ssy that's se moaned loud but nobody heard anything of it Mark was fingering so good in Karina her p*ssy that her p*ssy was getting wet

I'm going to c*m." Karina said again

And all of her wet p*ssy came out of it

Oh yeah that was great oh my god." Karina said again

The next morning Mark had a headache of being drunk yesterday and finding out that he was fingering Karina in her p*ssy last night

What the f*ck have I done oh f*cking lord." Mark said again

As Daniël came in and was in shock

Mark what the f*ck happened here the floor is completely wet what have you done." Daniël said again

I don't know the last thing I remember that I dreamed that I was having s*x with someone else to make Ningning jealous on me that's all." Mark said again

As Mark and Daniël cleaned everything up before the others know what happened Killian came downstairs and saw that Mark and Daniël where cleaning the floor

Guys what the f*ck are you cleaning." Killian said again

Mark I think you can explain what happened I guess." Daniël said again

I don't remember it what happened idiot." Mark said again

As everything was clean Giselle Winter Thomas and Ningning came downstairs to see what's going on

Good morning guys." Thomas said again

YOU I WILL SPEAK WITH YOU FOR A MOMENT." Mark yelled again

Uhm is he still drunk." Thomas said again

No just a headache now." Mark said again

That's because you where drunk yesterday idiot." Daniël said again

I don't drink alcohol you idiot." Mark said again

You drank 15 bottles of beer yesterday because of Ningning." Daniël said again

Oh shut the f*ck up." Mark said again

Guys can you be quiet Karina is still sleeping I don't know what happened to her but I think she had her best night ever yesterday when we were sleeping." Ningning said again

Shut the f*ck up you I didn't tell you to talk." Mark said again

Mark calm down." Thomas said again

And Mark slapped in Thomas his face

YOU STOLE HER FROM ME YOU F*CKING IDIOT NOW YOU MAKE ME THINKING OF A OTHER PERSON." Mark yelled again

STOP IT OKAY IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT ME AND KARINA BROKE UP YESTERDAY BEFORE I WAS WITH NINGNING TO A ROMANTIC MOVIE NIGHT FOR US 2 THAT AND IN FACT THAT I NEVER LEAVE KARINA BEHIND ME YOU SON OF A B*TCH." Thomas yelled again

Guys please let me sleep." Karina said again

And she opened her eyes and realised that she did something

Uhm why am I half n*ked can someone explain this." Karina said again

While the boys turned around and Karina put her underwear and pants back on she felt weird

Well why you all looking at me." Karina said again

Maybe you should where cleaner clothes." Winter said again

As Karina go to her room and thinks what happened last night while she is undressing herself Mark has a little problem in his pants

Uhm Mark something down in your pants is looking at you." Daniël

What do you mean with AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH oh my god I need to go to my room." Mark said again

Instead of running to his room he runs upstairs

Mark your room is there not upstairs." Killian said again

Karina was still looking at her n*ked body grabbing her t*ts sometimes and still thinking who did something last night but she didn't lock her door of her room and all of the sudden Mark stormed in her room without knocking

Oh my god what's going on and Aaaaaaaaaah oh sorry I didn't notice that you where here and n*ked I'm gonna leave you bye." Mark said again

Wait maybe I can help with that problem from your d*ck in your pants." Karina said again

And she locked her door of her room and put Mark his pants of and his underwear too

Karina what are you planning to do." Mark said again

Just a little thing." Karina said again

And she started to s*cking Mark his d*ck and Mark grabbed Karina her hair and make it go faster

While Karina was s*cking Mark his d*ck she was also fingering herself after she s*cked Mark his d*ck Karina throwing Mark on her bed and put his d*ck in her wet p*ssy and started moaning while having s*x with Mark

Oh yeah do you feel good bby." Karina said again while moaning

Oh f*ck yeah I feel I need more and more and more do it bby do it bby." Mark said again

The end P2

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cassiyuhh · 2 years

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Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader || Headcanons

A/N : I just wanna say that English is not first language so please bear with me!!!and I hope you like it and have a good night/day!!

You had grown up with jacaerys and his brothers together,up until they're family decided to live in dragonstone

You were the youngest child of queen Alicent and King Viserys born minutes after your older twin Daeron who had been living in Oldtown serving as Lord Hightowers cupbearer and squire

You weren't by any means your mother's favorite,but she had loved you enough to use you as a means of securing her spot in kings landing by planning to wed you to jacaerys seeing as he was the future heir after his mother Using your and jacaerys love for one another,

his mother rhaenyra while not particularly fond of your mother encouraged Jace on his relationship with you,wanting for him to have someone who would be there for Jace for when times would be rough,and for him to experience true love which he had felt with you

Your relationship with your siblings was well great?

Your relationship with Aegon was complicated,you disliked his habits particularly always getting drunk before noon, his consant whoring,and his mistreatment of his lady wife

But at the same time you had loved him(sibling love of course) understanding that everyone has coping mechanisms of their own,and not everyone has healthy ones

As children you had been close with him,both of your needs had been ignored in favor of your other siblings by your respective parents,due to your twin brother squiring in Oldtown and only communicated by Raven,Aegon would often take care of you gifting you his toys to play with,aegon had been to busy whoring and drinking himself to exhaustio to even properly when you tell him about yours and Jace union

Your relationship with helaena was quite nice,you had loved her even though she was quite unique and different from other people but you also pitied her because of aegon's mistreatment towards her,but sometimes felt envious of the love that she had been given by your family,you knew it was not right for you to feel that way,but you couldn't help it,helaena was happy for you when the announcement for your and jacaerys union,she gad

Your relationship with Aemond in particular was again complicated,you had love your siblings equally but again people have flaws,Aemond was overprotective,like a helicopter parent per say,he would often be watching over you making sure you weren't doing anything inconspicuous you had loved him but not enough to agree to his every whim,he was against the union between you and jacaerys, believing that having a bastard as a husband would not do you well

Jace would often make excuses when the two of you where younger to spend the day with you often using the excuse of wanting you to be the one teaching him high valyrian because the maester wasn't teaching him properly

Because of your closeness with Jace,King viserys decided to marry you to each other upon the two of you's request

The smile on his face remained for weeks when your bethrothal to each other was announced

You were very much not on the "let's make aegon king" ride that's why once you and jacaerys had officially been married you convinced your sister rhaenyra to stay longer,reasoning with her that she shouldn't leave so soon for there were many snakes in the palace that would that would take advantage of her absences

Jace and the blacks due to not leaving so soon had been able to be there when the king viserys had died and rhaenyra took over as Queen

However the greens had rebelled with your mother being the ringleader speaking about how she had been told of a prophecy by the king and on his deathbed he had told her that Aegon would save them all from a great evil,and had claimed that the Aegon that was said to be the one to save them was her son Aegon ii but your sister rhaenyra had rebutted her statements saying that we couldn't be so sure which Aegon since one of her son's had been also named Aegon and had also rebutted saying that the king Jaeharys had also a brother named Aegon

Because of this and also the fact that not many Lord's had been convinced that Your brother was the person on the prophecy since they had heard about how your brother was notorious for being a drunkard and had a tendency for whoring around

Even Aegon had made a statement in the midst of their quarreling about how he didn't want to be king

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years

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coaxed you into paradise

Chapter Four: The Madness Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's.

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SAERA LANDED ON DRIFTMARK as one of the dragonkeepers try and calm Melarys down. "My princess," they all bow as she places a hand on her dragon. "Take good care of her. She is unlike other dragons," she warns and one of them nods in awknoledgement.

She knew that she shouldn't be here. But she missed Daemon — missed his touch and his warm embrace. Staying in Kingslanding felt like torture, and now being in Driftmark and having to stare at her cousin who was also her uncle's wife.

Lord Corlys was the first to greet her. "Princess Saera, what brings you to Driftmark?" he questions as he casts a glance to Melarys' whose scales glowed white. "I had hoped to give my cousin and my uncle my congratulations," she smiles coyly as he opens the door to his ancient seat.

"You should've told us beforehand, so we could've prepared a feast." Lord Corlys chuckles and she lightly smiles. "There's no need for that, my lord. I am not Rhaenyra," she declines as they halt in front of the makeshift throne room which held Laena, Daemon and Princess Rhaenys

"Saera!" Rhaenys beams as she walks towards the princess and gives her a soft hug. Out of all of Viserys children, Rhaenys favored her the most, Saera reminded her of herself and she liked staring at a mirror.

She looks towards her uncle and casts a knowing smile. "Uncle." she begins as she turns her attention towards the newlyweds. "Laena — I wish to offer both of you my congratulations. Our houses have a lot in common, I hope that this marriage doesn't turn out like the last one." she said the last sentences bitterly, then chuckles as if it were a joke.

Lord Corlys steps inside the room as Laena smiles bitterly. "It will not, my princess" she replies as she exchanges a glance with her lord-husband. Daemon stands up and offers his hand to his niece, "Enough with the marriage talk, I already had to deal three days of it." he pleads as he helps her sit down in one of the leather chairs.

Rhaenys smiles, "News from Kingslanding tell me that you're pregnant. Congratulations!" she smiles and Saera nods. "Yes, princess. My lord husband and I were joyous, my father even more." she confirmed and Daemon's face quickly turned into a smirk.

"I'm sure Ser Harwin is joyous — he will have two children by the end of this year." Daemon commented in a brash demeanor, which earns him another glare from his wife. "Twins." Saera smiles and the entire family hums in mock understanding.

Everyone knew about Rhaenya and Harwin — everyone could see it from the way they stared at each other. Rhaenys sometimes wondered if they got off humiliating their loved ones.

Daemon stands up and everyone stares at him. "Saera came here to congratulate her uncle. We'd like to talk in another room." he exhales as he offers his hand to her once more. She stands up as they begin walking towards Daemon's chambers.

THERE WAS SILENCE BETWEEN THEM. He couldn't find himself speaking after the revelation. "A child?" he questioned as she nods her head. Perhaps in his mind he believed that it was Harwin's.

"It's yours, uncle" she breathed out as he places his hands on her cheeks, resting his forehead on her forehead. "Why didn't you tell me first? I would've gotten around this sham marriage and married you instead." he exasperates as she chuckles lightly.

"I can't have two husbands, Dae." she replied and he shakes his head, placing his other hand on her stomach. "Who says that you can't?" he questions while she smiles.

She places her hands in both of his shoulders and takes a deep breath. "It doesn't matter, I rode all the way here for you." she explains as he raises an eyebrow. He underestimated her love, but now they have to deal with the consequences of their actions.

"I missed you," she admits as she walks towards his bed and sits on the edge of it. He walks towards her and sits beside her. "I missed you more," he replies as he presses a kiss on her cold hands.

A few years ago, he entertained the idea of running to Volantis and living their lives. But she shut it down, fearing for their legacy and their children. Now, she wishes to run to Volantis — to forget about the treacherous plains of Kingslanding and live life humbly and truly.

He presses another kiss on her hands and she lays on the bed. "Why do we linger where there is no hope?" she questions as he lays down beside her. It was a rhetorical question of course — she never expected him to answer.

"and what now?" he asks in return while she shrugs. "I don't think I can love you while you're married to Laena. She's a good girl — a perfect lady, I can't find it in myself to betray her." she confesses and he rolls his eyes.

He hated Laena. But he knew that he'd tolerate her in due time. "And my child?" he inquires as he sits up to stare at her. She reaches for his hands, and holds it intimately. "Your child will know Harwin as their father. I know that it's not right, but I can't raise them as bastards." she exhales as he helps her sit down.

"Are you really serious about not loving me while I'm married to Laena?" he asked and she laughs lightly. "I'll love you still — I'll always love you, but I won't act on those feelings again. I'll love you from the shadows." she stands up and he bites his lips.

"And what if my marriage with Laena becomes a permanent arrangement?" he inquired and she casts him a look. He couldn't seriously be thinking about killing his wife. "Then I'll love you from the shadows permanently." she replied.

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Oh my gawd?! I have a brilliant request for you dear! Remember in the Elvis movie Elvis and his buddies are on the road and his mother calls him non-stop because she is worried about his safety from all the fangirls and he gets a visit from a mysterious woman at his door walks into his room where the music Craw-Fever begins and you know the rest 😏. Instead the role is reversed where the reader and her gal pals are having a road trip or a girl's night out including watching Elvis in concert. The reader and her overprotective mother had a conversation on the phone at a hotel saying to watch out for men to take advantage of ya since we are a virgin/beauty looking and knows what's best for us etc. And we know for the billionth time and telling her not to worry etc. We kind of feel lonesome confided in our room laying on the bed until we get a knock on the door and lord and behold Elvis Presley shows up with a smile walks in our room as we are so shocked along with feeling a trance at the same time as the music Craw-Fever plays!!! I imagine this with Austin Elvis 😍 and he did saw us at his concert thinking we are the most beautiful woman ever to lay eyes on knowing we are a virgin from our body language and will show the reader what real love feels like - passionate, sensual, fun, and wild telling us that we have nothing to fear as he is very gentleman and kindhearted- he does want us to be his bestest girl!!!!!

Craw-Fever

Having an overprotective mother was a blessing and curse at times for you especially because you felt so sheltered from the actual world at times. While all your friends were going on dates and dating guys, you were at home in your room listening to your favorite Elvis records daydreaming of him being your boyfriend. Just getting the chance to see him in concert would be a dream come true. You lived in the same part of Memphis the he did but only caught glimpses of him. He was traveling and playing all sorts of concerts within the south most notably the Louisiana Hayride. You wanted to go so bad that a few of yours friends talked about taking a small road trip down to Louisiana which you knew was going to take some convincing when it came to your mother. She was always so worried that something was going to happen to you and sometimes it felt as if she didn't trust you or your better judgement. But after speaking with your friends some more and pondering the idea and the fact that it was a once in a lifetime sort of thing, you decided to ask your mother while the two of you had dinner.

You nervously slipped out of your room as she called you down once the food was ready and you took inhaled softly and sharply exhaling as you got downstairs and waltzed into the kitchen sitting down at table and smiling as your mother prepared your plate and sat in front of you, once you were both sat the table you picked at your food a bit taking small bites as the question you wanted to ask her lingered through your mind that you couldn't bare to eat. "You aren't eating.. What's the matter, honey?" she asked sweetly. You picked at your food some more as you stared over at her and letting out a soft sigh. "I.. I have something I wanna ask you, mama." you mumbled. She furrowed her brow worriedly. "What is it?" she questioned. "A couple of my friends want to go down to Louisiana to see Elvis Presley.." you mumbled. "That boy who does all the wigglin'?" she interrupted. You couldn't help but laugh softly. "Mhm.. They invited me.. I was hoping to go..." you whispered.

Her eyes widen at your words. "I don't know about that, Y/N. A bunch of young beautiful girls traveling to Louisiana by themselves?? It does not sound safe." she uttered. "Mama, please.. We will be safe. It's a whole group of us. I really want to go. I'll just die if I can't see Elvis!" you said dramatically. She raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. "Stop with the dramatics. I don't know.. What do their parents say?" she asked. "They're fine with it because they trust them. Pleaaaaseeee. I never ask to go anywhere. Just this once, please?" you begged. She let out a soft sigh seeing how much this meant to you and as hesitate as she was about this whole thing she decided to let you have a bit of freedom. "Fine.. Okay, you can go. But there's going to be a few rules." she muttered. Your eyes widen at her words and you hopped out of you, giving her the tightest. "Thank you, thank you! Whatever the rules are I'll do!" you beamed. She laughed softly as she hugged you back and kissing your cheek. You settled back down in your seat and began to eat your food happily as she went over the few rules she had for you. Those rules being that she expected you to call her at each stop you made on the way there and also remembering to call her every night. Those rules seemed simple enough to follow so you agreed.

That night you excitedly called your friends up and told them the good news and then you got your suitcase packed double checking that you had everything because you were so overwhelmed with excitement that you thought you may forget something. It was a long night of tossing and turning because you couldn't sleep just the very thought of seeing Elvis, breathing the same air as Elvis had you completely over the moon. You eventually were able to fall asleep and the morning had come quick and despite only getting a few hours of sleep you sprang right out of bed and got yourself ready for the day knowing that your friends would be coming to pick you up shortly. It was humid day out Memphis and you could only imagine how it was in Louisiana. So you wore pair of black and white checkered shorts with a white blouse with a pair of white flats to match. Your friends pulled up in the car and the muffled sounds of he horn blowing got your attention and you glanced outside the window waving to them with a wide smile. You grabbed your suitcase and luged it downstairs with you. Your mother already standing by the door with a worried look on her face and already doubting her decision to let you go.

You smiled at her and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek as you hugged her tight. "Don't worry, mama. I'll be fine. I'll call you as soon as we stop" you whispered to her and giving her a tighter hug. She nodded and watched as you headed out of the house and throwing your things in the trunk of the car as you hopped in with your friends and waving to your mother with a wide smile. She waved back with the same worried look on her face just praying that her daughter would be okay. You felt a sense of freedom as you went on this mini road trip with your friends knowing that this was probably very hard for your mother to do and so you wanted to be as cautious and safe so she didn't need to worry. The trip was going smoothly as you and your friends laughed and sang Elvis songs together and once you made your first stop to get gas you used the pay phone to call your mother and to let her know how the trip was going so far and how long you had to go. As the trip continued on and you made a few more stops for gas and snacks you called her and you could tell she sounded a bit more relieved knowing that you were okay.

You finally got to your desired destination that evening and checking into your hotel and finding your rooms the moment you got inside you called your mother letting her know that you got there safe. After getting off the phone you began to unpack and the only thing on your mind was what you were going to wear for the concert tonight. You wanted something that would catch Elvis' eye but you knew it was a long shot for him to even notice you in a sea of girls, but you had high hopes it was everything you ever dreamed of. You decided on a pink checkered dress with small buttons that went down along the middle of the dress and spaghetti straps. Once you had showered and did your hair and makeup you slipped on the dress and soothing it out along your curves that it hugged so well and then paired with some heels. You grabbed your purse and headed out of your room to check and see if your friends were ready. You quite relieved when they were wanting to get close enough seats at the show. You all excited drove to where the Hayride was being held and bought your tickets for the show and hurried into the auditorium getting a few seats right at the front.

Your heart was racing and your cheeks felt flushed as you exhaled softly at the anticipation of Elvis. They had started having him perform last because of how the chaos in the crowd he caused and so the other acts before him appeared dull and a bit boring to everyone because they mainly came here for Elvis. It was finally the moment of truth and back stage Elvis was a nervous wreck no matter how many times he's done this now he was always still so nervous and shaking like a leaf, he stepped out onto the stage and roar from the crowd was wild all the girls including yourself standing up to their feet as the screams went wild. You were shaken up and in shock and awe by the very sight of this beautiful man who came out dressed in a white suit with a black lace top, his leg was already shaking a mile a minute before he even started to sing but the moment that voice rang out it was madness. You were screaming and jumping up and down in place it was not like you to act so out of character, but he brought this out in people. You did your best to get his attention wanting him to see you, notice you, anything.

There was a moment when the two of you had locked eyes and a small smile formed on his lips at the sight of you but that lasted for just a second and that second meant the world to you. You didn't know it but that moment he saw you he fell in love. You couldn't stop smiling he was so handsome, more handsome than what he looked like in all the pictures you've seen. The way he moved and wiggled around the stage, the way he sang and grinned as if he had no idea what he was doing to all the girls in the crowd only made your crush on him deeper, the very sight of him had you in love and by the time the show was over you felt like you were in a trance, everything felt so surreal that on your way back to your hotel room you felt like you were on cloud 9. He smiled at you and that's the only thing you thought about. You let out a soft sigh as you got back into your room, changing into your nightgown as you got ready for bed and making sure to call your mother one last time before the night ended and you told her all about the concert and then when you both had said goodnight you laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling feeling so confided in your room wishing that every night could be as fun as the one you had.

Elvis was winding down from the great show he just had but he didn't forget about you not for a second when the two of you had locked eyes, he was memorized by your beauty and he needed to know who you were, so he asked around about you describing you to everyone who might of seen you and finally coming across the person who sold you a ticket that had actually struck up a conversation with you and your friends and he told Elvis that you had come all the way from Memphis which that only made his face lit up knowing you were from the same place he was and when he found out where you were staying he wasted no time searching for you. When he got to the hotel he of course got recognized and he used that to his advantage a bit to find out what room you were staying in. He nervously looked for your room, fixing his hair and soothing out his suit and hoping that it wasn't weird of him to have asked around about you.

You continued to just lay in bed and the surreal feeling finally wearing off that you felt a bit sad now what you had really hoped for was that you could've met Elvis, but you were grateful nonetheless. You reached over to turn on the radio and tuning it a bit until you heard one of his songs playing on the radio a smile forming on your lips. Suddenly there was a light knock on the door and you furrowed your brow a bit wondering who that could be. You slipped out of bed and grabbed your robe, slipping it on as you went to answer the door and you cracked it open a bit, peering out of it. Your eyes widen at who it was and you opened the door wider now, completely stunned to see Elvis Presley himself darkening your doorway. "Oh my god.. I.. Your.. Is this real?" you asked nervously, confused at how Elvis even found you or let alone remembered you. He cleared his throat softly, letting out a soft chuckle. "I know this is a bit weird.. But I saw you at the show tonight and I-I couldn't stop thinking about you. Y'know when we had that moment together.." he smiled You blushed a bit knowing exactly what he was talking about but still in shock that he even remembered and that the moment you shared prompted him to come out searching for you.

You weren't sure what to say because you couldn't stop blushing. "It's not weird at all.. I remember the moment.." you said shyly. He grinned widely. "C-Can I come in?" he asked. You stared at him completely in a daze that this was actually happening and you snapped out of it, giggling softly. "Yes.. Of course.." you said softly, inviting him the radio humming softly in the background as you shut the door closed. He turned to face you and he was standing so close that you felt like you couldn't breath with how beautiful he looked, his hair was tussled and his eyes so blue that you felt like you could melt right there. "You were the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on, darlin'. Where have they been hidin' you in Memphis?" he said with a soft laugh. You felt your face heat up from how flustered you were, trying to cover your face with your hands, raising an eyebrow at the fact that he knew you were from Memphis. "You must of really been searching for me." you giggled. He began to blush now and he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Maybe a little.." he smirked. "Well, my mama doesn't really let me go out much. She's super protective. Just being able to come see you was a miracle." you laughed.

"I don't blame her. Pretty lil' thing like you, it's not safe out here." he said lowly with a curled up little grin as he reached over to brush his hand along your cheek. You closed up your robe a bit more as he moved closer and you backed up a bit, becoming more nervous and blushing like a school girl. He noticed your body language and he wasn't surprised that you probably never been alone with a guy before and he smiled warmly. "No need to be nervous with me, honey." he said softly. You chewed on your bottom lip as he towered over you and you stared up at him innocently as the two of you stood there in silence as your faces drew closer to one another until your lips hovered each other's and you swallowed harshly never even kissed a boy before, but he took the lead and placed a soft kiss to your lips and you were frozen in place and in your mind telling yourself this whole thing was a dream, there was no way Elvis was kissing you, but he kissed you once again which snapped you out of your racing mind which made the whole thing feel so real, kissing him back slowly, it felt like a dream come true kissing your first boy and that boy being Elvis Presley.

You felt his hands slip around your waist and he carefully and gently pulled you against him, but you pulled back a bit feeling like things were moving too fast for you. "Elvis.. I-I've never.. I don't do things like this.." you mumbled a bit embarrassed. He smiled at your words and he nodded slowly. "I know, honey.. I know, if you want me to stop I will." he whispered. You let out a soft sigh as your hands rested against his chest and you took a moment to think knowing that despite how nervous you were that a small part of you wanted to do this and wanted to give in to his desire. But another part of you was scared, nervous, and confused as to what this was and why it was happening. "I just.. I want to, but.. I don't want to give myself to someone if this is just one time thing and I'll never see you again.." you said hesitantly. He pulled back just a bit as he took your hands into his, he nodded understandingly. "I promise this is not that, baby. I know this is going to sound crazy, but that moment I saw you from that stage and we locked eyes.. I-I was in love. Just knowing you're from Memphis I feel like I know you already." he said softly as he intertwined your fingers with his. You were speechless, completely utterly speechless.

"Elvis.. Why me? There's nothing special about me.." you shrugged. He furrowed his brow at your words, shaking his head. "Are you kiddin'? Out of all the girls in the crowd you were the one that caught my eye, that nearly had me distracted and basically in love at first sight. You're beautiful and a good little girl, I can tell.. I'd do anything to make you my bestest girl.." he said with a wide smile forming on his lips, every word sincere. Your eyes nearly welled up with tears of joy and you couldn't help but think how crazy this all was but in that moment you felt so many deep crazy feelings for him. You squeezed his hands in yours as you exhaled sharply. "I want to... I want you.." you hummed. He pulled you right back into his embraced holding you against him as his lips traced against your cheek and pressing soft kisses to your face. "I promise you I'll be gentle and show you exactly what love feels like.. Passionate, sensual, fun, and wild. I won't hurt you, baby." he whispered into your ear.

You despite your nerves you believed his every word and you wanted nothing more for him to be the one to show you those things. You slipped your arms around his shoulders as you stood up on your tiptoes as you captured his lips in a deep kiss and he slipped your robe off from around you, letting it fall to the floor and he smiled at the sight of your nightgown. "So cute.." he mumbled as lifted you up from the ground just enough to carry you over to the bed with him a small squeal escaping your lips, this was everything you ever dreamed off to have a man sweep you off your feet and the moment he laid you down on the bed it felt like a scene out of a movie when suddenly the song 'Craw-Fever' started playing softly from the radio. You couldn't help but giggle at the wild coincidence as you slipped your arms around Elvis' torso and he raised an eyebrow at your giggle. "What?" he grinned. "Nothing..." you smiled and he leaned up to kiss him slowly, your legs parting as he moved himself between them. His lips trailing along your jawline and down your neck as one of his hands carefully ran along the curves of your body, feeling every inch of you as his hands caressed the gentle fabric of your nightgown.

You let out a soft gasp as you felt his hands all over you and his soft lips on your neck and the weight of his body on top you as you pulled him closer. He lips moved further down kissing over your collarbone and he reached up to slide the straps of your nightgown down your shoulders as he pressed soft kisses over both of them and he continued this cute little teasing of his, the more he tugged your nightgown down the more kisses he pressed against every inch, every curve of your body until he slipped the gown off and tossed it to the side and you laid there in just your panties bringing your arms up to cover yourself shyly. Elvis smiled at your shyness and he grabbed a hold of your arms slowly removing them as he shook his head. "I wanna see you.." he whispered. You took a deep breath and the thought of being naked in front of any man especially Elvis made you painfully shy, but with how sweat he was being and caring those feelings faded and you rested your arms back around him and his eyes wandered over your body with a wide smile. The soft sounds of the music playing so perfectly with this moment.

He cupped your face in his hands and pressed several kisses to it mumbling the words, "You're beautiful.. So beautiful." under his breath. You blushed at his words and you ran your hands up and down his chest and tracing your fingertips along the buttons of his black lace shirt and carefully unbuttoning each one until his shirt was wide open and you slowly slipped it off of him and it fell to the side and you ran your hands over his bare chest, tracing your fingers along his soft skin and he smiled as he leaned down and pressed gentle kisses against your chest and your arms slipped back around him, running your fingertips along his back. His lips tracing over your breasts and the moment he cupped them in his hands a gasped and captured your bottom lip between your teeth feeling his lips wrapping around one of your nipples and your nails dug a bit into his skin at the enticing feeling that came over your entire body, and a soft whimper escaped your lips as his and he sucked hungrily at your nipple and you tossed your head back against the pillow letting out another gasp as your eyes rolled shut at the intense feeling.

He grasped your other breast in his right hand as he pinched and tugged at the sensitive bud between his fingertips, the more he pleasured you the more you craved, yearned and desired him to be inside of you. It was a feeling you had never experienced before and now that feeling was burning inside of you that you could feel the liquid pooling between your legs that you could feel the mess it was making on your panties. Elvis slowly released your nipple from his mouth and he dragged his tongue across the other and playfully biting at it that it caused you to squirm beneath him and let out small whines and then he kissed along your breasts and made his way down your abdomen and the feeling of his lips on your stomach tickled that you couldn't help but giggle quietly and he glanced up at you with a smirk. You watched with curious eyes as his lips reached your panty line and he kissed along the hem of your little white panties.

The feeling satisfying in so many ways that he had your head spinning and the two of you were just getting started. He hooked his fingers beneath the delicate fabric and he slowly tugged your panties down that clung to your soaked pussy and when he caught a glimpse of the mess you had already made in your panties a sly smirk formed on his lips as he tucked them inside of pocket. He ran his hands along your thighs and he could feel you trembling in his light grasp. "It's okay, little one.. I'm going to be gentle with you.." he whispered. You so badly wanted to just cover up and hide because he was so close to the most private area of your body and the way he looked at you like he was ready to devour his very last meal made everything even more intense. He spread your legs open wider for him as his head moved further between your legs and he pressed light kisses against each of your thighs as he kissed his way up with excitement to the aching heat that only became more and more soaked by the minute for him and it became more visible the close he got.

You shivered at the very touch and as you inhaled sharply with anticipation and once he had finally reached the area he wanted the most he pressed loving kisses against it. He meant what he said that he would be gentle with you. Your hands reaching down as you tangled your hands into his soft raven colored hair, letting out a airy breath as your toes curled against the bed and you swallowed slowly. His tongue slipped between your sopping folds and your breathing hitched as a shaky gasped left you and you whimpered at the arousing feeling that washed over you as you felt his warm tongue buried deep between needy pussy and lapped up every bit of your sweet nectar. You tugged at his hair as your back arched and your head tilted back as you moaned out in ecstasy. His tongue circled around your swollen clit, flicking his tongue back and forth against it before wrapping his lips tight around the sensitive bud and he sucked greedily as if he had an insatiable hunger for you that he couldn't control and that only caused your moans to grow louder and your whimpers leaving you in a soft cry as your hands tugged hard at his hair.

He held onto your thighs as he wrapped your legs around his shoulders and he buried his face into your pussy the more he sucked, saliva gathering at the sides of his mouth as it dripped down your pussy and he felt your legs shaking around him as you tried your best not to squeeze them around him. "Oh god... Elvis..." you mewled. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, you had no idea what to expect from this but it was better than you could've imagined, the places he was taking you as he pleasured you and pushed you further into your bliss. He smirked at the sounds that escaped you and he brought one of his hands between your legs and he took two of his fingers and he dragged them between your slit and playing in your slick until you got his fingers coated in it along with his saliva. He released your clit from his mouth and lifted your head up and glanced down at him seeing your slick glistening across his face. "Just try to relax for me, baby.." he mumbled. You nodded slowly at his words so desperately needing more of him.

He placed a kiss against your right thigh with a smile as he teased his two fingers around your untouched virgin pussy, he slowly, carefully inched his two fingers into your tight hole and he felt you clench around him immediately and your body tensed up, he rubbed his other hand over your right thigh to try to relax. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, little one.." he hummed. You did your best to relax at his reassuring words feeling the pressure of his fingers trying to slide inside of you and once he was able to get you to relax again he continued to push his fingers further inside of you feeling you tighten around him. "Fuck.." he hummed. As he very slowly pumped his fingers inside of you, he wanted to get you ready for his cock and wanted to ease you into it. You pursed your lips together tight from sharp pain you felt and you grasped at the sheets beneath you clutching onto them tight. "Taking my fingers like such a good girl.." he whispered. His words of praise and the linger sounds of Craw-Fever playing in your head even as it had ended on the radio helped you to take your mind off of the stinging pain. You felt as his long fingers moved further inside of you until they were buried inside of you.

He pumped his fingers just a tad faster watching as his fingers moved in and out of you and each time that they did his fingers were completely covered in your slick making it easier for him to move his fingers in and out and soon you were moaning out once again the moans sounding like soft cries but you were enjoying every minute of it. He did his best to try to stretch you open enough for him with your fingers and when he felt that you were ready he carefully slipped his fingers out of you, smirking at the sight of his messy fingers as he took them into his mouth and sucked you off of them and he moved back up so that he was hovering about you once again and he kissed your lips. "You ready, baby?" he whispered on your lips. You took a deep breath and you nodded in response. "Yes, I-I am.." you said nervously, running your hands slowly along his sides. He kissed you once more planting a soft passionate kiss to your lips and he felt your hands move down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning his pants.

You had no idea that he rarely wore underwear that when you tugged his pants down his hard cock came springing out and hitting right up against your thigh and you placed your hand over your mouth, giggling softly from the feeling. He chuckled at your reaction thinking it was the cutest thing and he removed his pants kicking them off to the side as he pressed right up against you, grinning as he combed his fingers through your hair. "I hope little Elvis didn't scare ya.." he chuckled. You laughed softly, shaking your head at him and a slight blush forming over your cheeks. "He didn't scare me at all.." you whispered. "Y'know and not to pressure you into anything.. I was wondering if you'd.. Maybe..." he didn't know how to ask and you raised an eyebrow. "What?" you questioned. "If you'd suck my cock a little.." he mumbled. "Oh.. I-I don't know how to do that.. Will you teach me?" you asked shyly, you didn't want to say no especially with him going down on you. He tried to hide his smile at your question. "Course I will, little.." he hummed.

He climbed off of you with a boyish grin and he sat beside you as he leaned up against the headboard and you turned over onto your stomach as you rested up against his thigh, your eyes widening at the sight of his large cock and licked over your lips as you stared up at him with your innocent doe eyes. He combed his fingers through your hair as he grabbed one of your hands and wrapped it around his cock and you could feel him pulsing with your grasp and you hungered for him more wanting so badly to feel him inside of you. "Just stroke it a little and I'll guide you through the rest, baby." he muttered. You nodded and your hand slowly stroked his cock which caused a low groan to escape his lips at the very touch. You watched as the precum leaked from his swollen wet tip. "Put your lips around the tip, little.." he mumbled softly. You slowly moved closer to his cock and parted your lips just enough to wrap them around his aching tip the saltines of his precum gliding across your tongue. he

He choked back a loud groan as he began to quietly pant at the feeling of your warm mouth around him and he inahled deeply as he watched you so innocently sucking on the tip and staring up at him as you did. His hand tangling within your hair and the sounds of your sucking only furthered his arousal, he carefully pushed your head down just a bit further to take more of him into your pretty little mouth you didn't try to stop him seeing the pleasing expression on his face as you pleasure him, your hands grasped a bit tight onto his thigh as you bobbed your head slowly on his cock and sucking just a little faster just enough that some of your saliva that gathered in your mouth drooled down his cock and you moaned softly around his cock. "Goddamn.. You're doing so well, baby.." he praised as he clutched onto your hair. He titled his head back against the headboard of the bed as he groaned out louder and soft whimpers leaving him as his breathing grew heavier from the feeling of your mouth sucking harder and swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. "S-Shit.. Y-You're gonna make me cum.." he moaned.

When you heard his words you popped his cock out of your mouth, staring up at him as your saliva dripped down your chin. "I-I'm sorry.." you mumbled. He chuckled softly, shaking his head at you. "Oh darlin', that's a good thing. But I don't want ya making me cum just yet and I haven't gotten a chance to make love to ya." he grinned. You smiled widely at his words wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand. "Lay down, honey." he mumbled. You nodded at his words and you turned back around to lay on your back and he moved to climb back on top of you the weight of his body on you was something you craved. He reached down to wrap his hand around his cock and he teased the head between your folds and you whimpered softly at the feeling. He nuzzled his face against your cheek as he whispered into your ear. "It'll only hurt for a moment, my love.." those reassuring words of love were all you needed to know that you were one hundred precent ready for this. "I trust you.." you whispered back.

As he lined himself up with your entrance you took a deep breath as you prepared yourself and as soon as he pushed his cock inside of you that's when you exhaled sharply from the sharp and tense pain of him taking your virginity and making you a woman and that same song playing in your head at the most perfect moment once again, but you realized it wasn't in your head it was actually coming from the radio, it was playing again at such a beautiful moment with a beautiful man that you now deemed it as your song that you would share together. His groans snapping you back into reality and you pursed your lips as he pushed himself further into you and you let out a crying whimper, feeling him thrust himself inside of you slowly. "Y-You okay, baby? Do you need me to stop?" he whispered softly as he tried to choke back a moan. "N-No.. D-Don't stop.. Please.." you begged. He smirked as his face buried into the nape of your neck as he shoved himself all the way inside of you and you moaned out so loud that it came out in almost a scream as he plowed into you at a steady pace, his hips hitting against your own as you wrapped your legs around his hips tight and your hands gripped onto his strong arms, pulling him close against you as you clung to him as you buried your face into his left shoulder blade.

Your moans coming out muffled against him as did his own as he kept his face buried in your neck, sucking softly and leaving his mark on you as he picked up the tempo within you and plunged into you harder, deeper completely stretching out your pussy around him as his cock forced you open the feeling of your tight wet pussy felt as if you were made just for him. "F-Feel so damn good around me, baby.." he mewled. It felt as his the song was playing along with the rhythm he played within side you, his cock slamming against your cervix and it felt as if he bruising your insides, but every thrust, every moment inside of you felt like pure bliss that the moans that escaped you were nearly inaudible as your mouth formed an O shape. "E.. Oh god, baby.." you whimpered. You couldn't do anything else but whimper against him as he fucked you senseless, your nails clawing at his skin as you fought desperately to keep yourself from screaming from pleasure. He grabbed a hold of your thighs holding them tight as he held you still and now he couldn't control himself as his forcefully made you take him balls deep, your body aching, quivering beneath him as you heaved softly, it felt like someone had turned the heat up in your hotel room, but you soon realized it was the heat radiating off the both of you and the beads of sweat that formed on your bodies.

Your body began to tense and grow numb a fire in your belly growing stronger and stronger as you felt those pleasurable feelings so intense that you felt like you were going to explode, that's how strong your orgasm had felt. Your legs began to shake around him and felt like the room was spinning the way he through you into a frenzy. "I-I.. Elvis.. You're gonna make me cum.." you cried. He lifted his head and grabbed your face with his hand and forced you to look at him and you stared deep into his piercing eyes that were full of lust and love for you. "That's right, baby.. Cum for me.. Cum all over what's yours, what belongs to you.." he mumbled. You clenched your jaw as you choked back your noises but it was all too much that you couldn't do it any longer and within an instant your orgasm hit like tidal wave and your eyes rolled back and your body froze as you cried out his name as came all over his cock. "Ah fuck.." he grunted out. It only took seconds for his orgasm to hit right after that he didn't have time to pull out before his thick warm cum came spirting out and coating your insides white. His hips stirred inside of you as he came to a slow stop.

He collapsed on top of you his cock still leaking inside of you as he took a moment to catch his breath and you clung to him not wanting him to move as you breathed heavily. It didn't even both of you that he hadn't pulled out the euphoric feeling still washing over you that you didn't care about anything else in this beautiful moment with him. He reached down to pull himself out of you and he groaned softly and you whimpered at the sudden empty feeling, his cum seeping out of you. As he tried to move off of you to lay down you shook your head with a pout. "No.." you whispered. He smiled warmly. "Okay, baby, I'll stay.." he whispered sweetly as he caressed your face. "Honey?" he mumbled. "Yes, Elvis?" you hummed. "I-I know it's sudden. Very sudden.. But will ya be my girl?" he asked shyly. The widest smile formed on your sleepy face and you captured his lips in a deep kiss and mumbling softly, "Yes, of course I will!" you beamed.

He grinned devouring your lips with his as he kissed you passionately and sloppily and you let out a soft noise against his mouth before you pulled back and giggled quietly. "Mama is going to freak when she finds out I'm coming back with a boyfriend. She'll probably faint when I tell her who it is." you laughed. He chuckled softly. "We don't want that.. We'll ease her into it." he said softly as he nuzzled his face into yours. You let out a soft content sigh feeling so safe within his embrace and knowing that you had nothing to fear with him, that he truly was a sweet, kindhearted southern gentlemen and that one thing was for sure you were his bestest girl...

Thank you so much for the request babe. I got a bit carried away. This was so cute and sweet and I hope that I did your request justice! ❤️

@purejasmine I finally did another Austin related fic!

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Mending a Family 15/?

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It had been two weeks since Jason’s powers came in. It had been a challenge.

He kept turning intangible and breaking things. Sometimes he would end up falling through the floor. Jason had become very familiar with the dirt under his house. (He was glad he got a house that was isolated.) Still, with the help of Danny and Jazz, Jason felt he was getting the hang of his new abilities.

Jason was on the porch, watching the sunrise. He sipped his cup of Earl Gray tea. God, he missed Alfred.

As Jason watched the son slowly rise on the horizon, an idea hit him. They had been living in the small town of Tadoussac for almost three months now, and either than the small convivence shop five miles away, they hadn’t explored the little town at all. It was a tourist town, so there were attractions that could excite the kids. He knew they were big on whale watching. Maybe he could take them on one of them. It’s not as if he didn’t have the money from his crime lord time.

Hell, he could even take Danny to the planetarium. Jason took out his phone and googled how far the closest one was. It was only a five-hour drive away. His son would love it.

His son…Jason still couldn’t believe those words were coming out of his mouth. How could he be so lucky to get Danny? After all the blood he has spilled, including his family's blood, who thought to give Red Hood a second chance at family?

“You know your emotions are screaming loudly, right?”

Jazz left the house and sat on the rocking chair by Jason’s old rickety chair.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you? Did I wake Danny?”

“Nah, I woke up because of a nightmare I had. Danny and Ellie are still asleep. Ellie floated to Danny sometime in the night. They’re so cute together.”

“Yeah, I saw them this morning. I didn’t want to wake them up, so I let them be after I took a picture. Want to see it?”

“Hell yeah,” Jazz said enthusiastically. Jason and Jazz ended up looking at photos of Danny and Ellie for the rest of the morning.

After that, they both sat in compatible silence.

“What do you think about taking the kids on a day out to town this weekend?”

“That’d be nice. We’ve had them cooped up for too long. This space is big, but kids need more stimuli.”

“Yeah,” Jason bit his lower lip.

“I want to put Danny in school. You know, so that he could meet more kids his age.”

Jazz blinked at that, “Oh, Danny will hate that.”

Jason sighed.

“I know, he’s technically sixteen, but now he’s five. He might act mature in some things, but I’ve read that kids need to develop their social skills with peers their age. It looks like Danny will be stuck growing up again, and he needs to be around more kids.”

“Hey, you don’t need to justify it to me; it’s Danny you’ve got to talk to. Though I have a feeling he’ll be bored in regular classes.”

Jason frowned; he hadn’t thought about that. He suddenly remembered Danny reading theses on astrophysics and engineering. Yeah, he would be bored in a regular classroom.

“Maybe I can find special programs to put him in,” Jason mumbled to himself, suddenly unsure of his plans. “Not to mention that Tadoussac was a French-speaking province, so Danny would have to learn a new language.

Thanks to Bruce and his league training, Jason already knew French, but he doubted Danny knew any.

Jazz patted Jason’s leg, “You’ll figure it out. You always have Danny’s best intentions in your mind.”

Jason wondered if Bruce ever had Jason’s best intentions in his mind. Jason remembered all the baseball Bruce would take him to, all the piggyback rides, and the late nights he would stay up helping Jason with his homework when he needed help. All the tears he would help dry, and nightmares he would soothe.

Jason had to believe his dad Bruce had loved him, right? Before Jason had died and returned as a twisted version of the boy he used to be, Bruce had wanted him, right?

“What’s wrong,” Jazz asked.

“I’m just wondering, did Bruce love me when I was younger? Did Bruce ever feel for me what I feel for Danny?”

“What do you think,” his actions before my death tell me yes, but if that’s true, why did he stop loving me after? If Danny ever did any of the things I did, I would be disappointed, but I would never stop loving him. I would move heaven and Earth to bring him home. Bruce never did that with me. He washed his hands of me and left me.”

“When I was younger, I never idolized my parents, never thought of them as perfect. They left us to our own devices. Honestly, their attack on Danny doesn’t surprise me. It hurts, Ancients does it hurt, but I’m not surprised.”

Jason frowned, his eyebrows creasing.

“Did you ever think of Bruce as perfect when you were younger?”

Jason thought back. His dad was Batman; he was infallible. Bruce had been larger than life, and he could never be wrong in Jason Todd’s younger eyes.

“Maybe,” Jason said.

“Parents aren’t perfect. There comes a time in a child’s life when they figure that out. Unfortunately, you found out your dad wasn’t perfect in the worse way possible.”

Jason put his hands over the scar on his throat.

(He could still see the Batarang coming toward him.)

“Do you think he would have ever accepted me back?”

“I don’t know,” Jazz answered, “I do know that thinking about the what-ifs can drive a person mad.”

“If it weren’t for Danny, I would’ve stayed and waited for God knows how long, just hoping for a crumb of their acceptance. Not even love, just acceptance.”

“Do you think you’ll ever talk to them again?”

Jason thought about it. A part of him would love to reconnect with his family. To show them how much better he has gotten. To brag about Danny. But he was scared. Scared Bruce would take Danny away from him. Scared Bruce would see Jason as unfit and throw him in Arkham.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jazz said, “I always used to fear my parents would take Danny away from me, too.”

Liminal’s abilities were useful sometimes.

Jason sighed, “Thanks. I needed this talk.”

“No problem,” Jazz paused for a moment, “so, when should we tell them we want to go on a trip this weekend?”

Jason smiled. He loved having a family again.

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Tim couldn’t believe it.

Tim and Barbara had gotten a ping on the anomaly North of Gotham, close to the Canadian border.

Even though Jason was hiding behind a hat and had painted his hair, Barbara and Tim recognized him.

Who they didn’t recognize was the kid holding Jason’s hand.

“Bruce is going to freak,” Tim murmured.

“Which is why we won’t tell him yet.”

“What, why not?”

“Jason left for a reason. What do you think Bruce will do when he finds out Jason has been spotted at the Canadian border with a kid in tow?”

Tim frowned. Bruce would leave at the moment, find Jason, and demand answers.

Tim’s silence was enough confirmation for Barbara that he understood.

“I’ll find and see what’s going on. If he’s alive and well, we let Bruce know, but we don’t tell him where he is,” Tim said.

“Tim, this is proof that Jason is alive. That’s all I needed. I can guess why he left, and it has to do with the kid. I say we leave him be until he comes to us.”

“And if he never does,” Tim snapped. It wasn’t fair. Bruce was hurting; he deserved to know his son was fine.

“Then we honor his wishes,” Barbara said and disconnected the call. Tim gritted his teeth. That wasn’t good enough for him.

He would find Jason and bring him home. It was his fault he was gone. Tim would make it right.

So, I brought up a family trip because a. it would be cute, b. I've been researching Tadoussac, Canada and it looks like a fun place, and c. it's gonna transition into a big plot point.

Hope you liked.

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pearlywritings · 2 years

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A glimpse of professor’s life

synopsis: it’s remote studying time in the Liyue State University and students really hope to find out the bits of their history professor’s family life.

pairing and characters: Zhongli x fem!reader, Xiao. Your family name is Rex-Lapis.

tw: modern AU, (at this point even University AU), established relationship, fluff

word count: 2.1k+ words

a/n: same modern au as in this fic. Check it out if you are into stuff like that!

When students of the Liyue State University were informed that all the classes (with the exception of ones in a lab) from now on would be taught remotely for an indefinite period, they were ecstatic. That's less spending on transportation/wasting time on a road and more time in the comfort of your own house!

When the initial thought sunk in, and the excitement subsided a little bit, their minds started to wander. Students, of course, were extremely curious of how this or that professor was gonna handle the online classes. And your husband suddenly became the talk within the groups that had history in their schedules.

It was a fact that he easily drew attention to him and was one of the most respected and loved teachers among the young bachelors. How could they not observe him - he was always calm and inviting for discussion, his voice was soothing but not to the point of making you fall asleep, if anything he delivered historical information the way it always left his students invested, and the way he dressed? Good lord

Everyone was always quick to catch on the fact professor Rex-Lapis was married as the golden band on his ring finger sometimes reflected artificial light of the lamps in auditoriums. The question was: who was the lucky woman?

As much as he loved to speak he never drifted too far from the topic he was on, and even the most daring students felt slightly intimidated to try and fish any information with the help of teasing remarks. That's how the speculations had begun.

Since there was close to no information about the mysterious identity of the history professor's wife, students decided to observe the campus and as time passed many made an assumption that it could be either the dean of the Faculty of Economics - professor Ninguang or the faculty of Engineering professor Guizhong Baihe.

If we were to speak of the first woman there were some similarities in their clothes style, occasionally they were caught conversing a lot and they were believed to be not only colleagues but friends too and it spoke volumes knowing the woman's personality. Not to mention, the eccentric woman never told her last name, preferring to be called just Ninguang with the 'professor' in front of it.

Now while professor Baihe did use her last name at work, no one said she couldn't be the wife of Rex-Lapis. After all, she could've left her last name unchanged or decided to use it not to bring personal stuff to the working space. Someone somehow managed to find out the two were childhood friends and since then all hell had broken loose thanks to the people who believed in the power of childhood sweethearts.

It might sound unbelievable but students who were interested in the drama did break into groups of opinion. Two biggest ones of those clashed occasionally, each defending their own female candidate.

So, when the remote studying was announced, students really hoped to see at least a glimpse of their enigmatic professor's family to prove or refute their guesses.

It seems luck was on their side.

"Dear," Zhongli called for you after a few minutes of trying to figure out some of the conference settings, "could you please assist me here?"

Kind of anticipating it, you left your laptop on the coffee table in the living room and hurried to his study. It wasn't that your husband was bad with technology, the online conference program was simply new and it was the first time he ever used it. Well, two heads were better than one in figuring it out.

When you reached his desk and glanced at the laptop you noticed that his camera was off while the majority of the students dutifully had their own. Reaching for the mouse to mute him just in case, you hummed.

"What's the matter?"

"I wanted to set the screen demonstration to show the presentation but cannot figure out where the icon is…"

"You also forgot to turn your camera on, just saying" you noted, mouse clicking and eyes scanning the options offered.

"I did? Ah, thanks for telling me," he pressed a kiss to your shoulder in gratitude and you were very glad that the camera was off.

"You are welcome. And here is the button, look. If you press this and choose one of the windows, for example this one with your presentation open, you'll demonstrate your screen and if you press this you'll let other participants demonstrate theirs if needed."

Zhongli nodded to your explanation, eyes taking in everything you'd just shown him.

"Got it. Thank you once again, you are a life-saver," you passed him the mouse and just smiled, straightening up. As you were ready to leave, one of the students, concerned just like the rest of them, decided to make sure everything was fine.

"Professor Rex-Lapis? Is everything okay? Maybe we can help?"

And before you could react and step aside, your husband clicked the micro and camera on to reassure them.

"Ah, yes, everything is quite alright. My wife has already assisted me with my problem."

And that was how his students saw you for the first time and both "our professor is married to professor Ninguang" and "our professor is married to professor Baihe" theories shattered to pieces. Cheers to the ones who considered the possibility of his wife not being a part of the University staff.

The rumors spread quickly and soon everyone who followed the debate knew for fact that professor Rex-Lapis had a lovely wife at home.

Zhongli himself wouldn't have found out about the whole thing going on if not for how nosy and outgoing his department's secretary was. Ajax was young and knew how to win people over so it wasn't rare when students happily fed him juicy gossip. Weaponizing his new knowledge the ginger made it a must to tease his superior for being so popular among the younger generation, as a result, enlightening him on the topic.

The sly man didn't miss the chance to humor you with the story too, actually making you laugh at how hilarious it was. Don't ask me why he had your phone number, he just did (you did not mind actually, sometimes Zhongli left his phone at home forgetting to get it from recharging, so you just texted Ajax and asked to pass whatever to your husband).

Just as the hype around one of the professor's spouses started to fade, the new fact about Rex-Lapis family was discovered - there was a child...

You just needed to quickly run some errands while Zhongli was having another online class. As it'd been a couple of months since the first time, he was well-versed now and you could leave the house without worrying that something would go wrong, however…

You once again glanced at your sleeping son. Curled against your hip on the sofa your little cinnamon roll was napping happily, holding his favorite brown dragon plushie close to his chest. You could've taken him with you but you didn't have a heart to wake an angel up, not when he was so utterly adorable.

Persuading yourself that you'd be very quick and Xiao wouldn't wake up before your return and go wander the house in search of one of the parents, you silently left the living room and then the house.

You failed to take into consideration that Xiao was a very sensitive child and when the feeling of warmth nearby disappeared he woke up. Rubbing at his left eye he looked around the living room and with disappointment noticed that you were gone.

Hopping off the couch the boy gently held the stuffed dragon to his little body. Maneuvering his way around the piece of furniture he left out of the room to find you.

However, you were nowhere to be seen and Xiao, as aware of his surroundings as he was, started to feel worried. Usually you'd take him with you or at least tell him if you were to leave the house so the boy would be content with the certainty of where you'd gone. Or if you had to run out quickly his daddy would be right by his side in an instant to take over.

Thus, the only option now that could soothe him was going to his dad's study, but you told him not to distract the man because he was working with his students, just from home.

But… but if he just walked in and took the armchair by the bookshelf and just sat there it wouldn't be distracting, yes?

While he was pondering over the right decision, his feet carried him right to the thick door, where he was met with a new issue. The boy clearly forgot that his height wasn't enough to reach for the doorknob just yet and that seemed to be enough to discourage him.

Until he noticed a small crack between the door and the doorframe. If he only pushed it a little…

Not stopping his speech, Zhongli perked up from his laptop when he saw the door slowly opening. At first he thought it was you, coming in to get a book or maybe bring him some tea, but when he saw his son standing in the doorway, holding a toy in one arm and resting the other on the door, the man's calm and collected expression changed into one of confusion.

"Apologies," he directed his eyes back to the screen once he drew his words to a logical end, "I need to take a small break, please, take notes of the slide, I will be back shortly."

Sensing that daddy was going to pay attention to him, the boy's eyes happily twinkled and he hurried right into the room. Only to get his leg caught in the dragon's tail and fall on the floor.

"Xiao!" forgetting all about the class, Zhongli almost jumped out of his seat and out of the camera's view. Taken aback by the sudden outburst, students stopped writing, all staring at each other perplexed through their own cameras. Soon the task was also abandoned and everyone strained their ears to hear whatever was going on on the other side of the laptop.

There were soft murmurs and small sniffles as Zhongli coaxed his son in his arms, asking if he was alright and what he was doing here. The luckiest of the students managed to catch a quiet "couldn't find mommy, wanted to see you".

While the youngsters were blowing up their group chat with a new discovery, their professor made sure that his little ray of sunshine wasn't hurt and was no longer sniffling.

"Mommy has probably gone to buy some groceries, do not worry, my dear. But if you feel lonely, let's make a deal: if you promise to be quiet and not fidget much, you can sit on my lap while I teach my class. Is that a deal?"

Xiao's eyes widened and he eagerly nodded. Of course it was a deal! It was much better to sit on daddy's lap than to watch him from the armchair. And the boy was always on his best behavior and surprisingly didn't fuss much for his extremely young age, except for the times both parents were missing.

"Alright, then let us continue," and just like that he strolled back to his chair, lowering himself into it and putting his boy onto his lap.

Should I even tell you about the reaction his class had when they saw the cutest, most adorable mini copy of their professor? I don't think so.

Somewhere during the lecture Xiao had even fallen asleep. Zhongli carefully held his relaxed body with one hand, so he wouldn't accidentally collapse, and the temptation to snap a picture of their professor and his baby was breaking through the ceiling.

So when a day later Ajax sent you a picture some girls had been 'so kind to share with him', you weren't even surprised. Sending him a couple of heart emojis in reply to his 'you are welcome✨', you instantly saved the photo.

Needless to say it was now your new screen picture: your husband, with his work glasses on, eyes fixed on something in front of him and mouth opened as he was clearly speaking, and your son, snoozing away while resting his back and head against his father's broad chest and hugging his inseparable toy companion.

The fun part of remote studying definitely was 10 out of 10 and students were very much proud of themselves with the non-related to actual studying results.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x fem!reader #zhongli #xiao #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact modern au

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FIC: KISS ME, SON OF GOD

Ship: Gale/Durge, past Durge/Gortash and Gale/Mystra. This is a fic mainly about Gale and Gortash though.

Fandom: BG3

Warnings: Everything about Gale's backstory

Rating: PG-13

AO3

Summary:

Lord Gortash and Gale of Waterdeep have more in common than their mutual associate.

Far more in common than Gale would like.

Based on my own post found here

Notes:

Slaps Gortash Hey, is this a Gale character foil? While there is a Durge here, I’ve used the default name as Tav and not provided much about them, simply because this is a fic about two ambitious men, not Durge. The fic title comes from the They Might be Giants song of the same name.

Fic is below the cut

Gale couldn’t remember the last time he cast the spell Dream.

It had to be sometime during his upper level schooling years, before he became Mystra’s chosen, but not by much. There was a classmate he fancied, a tiefling in his upper level illusion magic seminars who had a snort for a laugh and did the Waterdeep crossword each morning. In an attempt to impress them, he’d offered to cast dream on them, and when they’d agreed, he’d practically begged Tara to help him acquire a feather from a sleeping pigeon.

For the dream, he’d conjured them a dream about the city of Neverwinter, a place he had only visited once but he knew they missed terribly. He could remember walking with them that night through the image of the sprawling gardens he’d made, speaking a mile a minute so he couldn’t think about his racing pulse. When they’d reached down to cup a red flower that bloomed even in the darkest of winters, Gale had turned a similar shade of crimson.

They’d thanked him for the gesture the next day, but nothing further came from it. They were both quickly drowned in more classwork and Gale suspected he came on a tad too strong. But it was a nice memory all the same.

He wasn’t sure if he’d cast dream since, he’d seen it employed both as a means of sending messages and for darker purposes. Early in his tenure as Mystra’s chosen, he’d tracked down a hired killer who used the spells nightmarish aspects to kill from a distance, his victims falling asleep one night only to never wake up. They’d tried killing him with it, and Gale had woken up the next morning with the worst headache of his life and a terrible nosebleed. The experience had ruined the spell for him somewhat, knowing how easy it was to twist something potentially beautiful into something deadly.

Maybe that was how he knew what was going on, when he found himself standing in a grand hall despite no memory of arriving there. There was something about how being in a Dream spell felt like moving through rapid water, where every movement took a little more effort than usual. He reached down and pinched the back of his palm and when it didn’t hurt, he looked up to take in the setting around him.

It was Wyrm’s Rock Fortress, he realized. He’d been there the previous day to watch a madman be crowned Duke and crow in their faces. It wasn’t an exact replica; the ceilings were lower to give a more congested feel, and the brick walls were not as smooth as their counterparts, jagged edges pointing out of the walls. But it was recognizable.

“I can’t say I wanted to be back here anytime soon,” Gale said, walking up to the still figure of a Flaming Fist. He waved his hand in front of their face and watched as they didn’t respond. “But I suppose I don’t exactly have a choice, do I?”

No one replied to him. Gale looked down and took in his outfit; he was wearing the same thing he’d worn during the mockery of a coronation. That narrowed down who he suspected of casting this, though there was an off chance he could be wrong. But given that one would either need to be an accomplished caster to complete this spell, or have the funds to purchase a scroll instead, he had a good feeling his hunch was right.

“Are you going to show yourself or are you just going to skip to the chase and try to kill me? Because frankly, I don’t see the reason for subterfuge, Lord Gortash.”

It was a gamble to say his name out loud when he wasn’t certain, but Gale felt confident on this one. There was the sound of someone clapping with metal clad hands and Gale turned to find the man in question now standing at the front of the room, back where he’d stood that day. He too, looked the same as he had during his coronation, though Gale would have sworn the gold embroidery on his outfit was far flashier than it was in real life. Gortash gave him an unkind smile, one that reminded Gale of hungry knolls, and held his hands out.

“So you are as clever as you appear. Good; it would be disappointing if otherwise. Gale of Waterdeep, I assume? Our mutual friend never introduced us properly.”

The term mutual friend made Gale’s stomach churn. That had been the worst part of the coronation at Wyrm’s Rock, where Gortash had looked at their leader, the person Gale had fallen in love with and greeted them with a familiar grin. Gale had watched as Gortash told Tav of a master plan crafted by hands Gale knew the callouses of. He had watched as the person he now shared a bed with become unrecognizable in just a single conversation.

He still hadn’t talked to them about it, other than mentioning it was a lot and while he still loved them, he needed some time. Guilt and rage fought against one another in his mind, guilt for abandoning them when they were so clearly hurting, rage at someone who no longer existed but shared a face with someone he so adored. They instead both talked around the issue, racing around the city to accomplish a variety of tasks. And while he sometimes forgot the terrible news in the rush of fights and new discoveries, it always came right back to him when he looked at Tav and saw them looking at him like he was about to vanish.

He gone to sleep alone in his own tent both the night before and tonight, though not before ensuring someone was watching out for Tav. Gale knew what having one’s world flipped on its head could do to a person and while he felt currently incapable of addressing Tav with the care needed for the situation, he did not want them to stumble alone until he found his own footing. Thankfully, Astarion and Wyll had seemed up to the task, and Gale thanked them both before he’d gone to his own bedroll.

He hated himself for keeping his distance, but he also knew that if he forced himself to speak on the matter too soon, he might say something he would later regret. And while it absolutely hurt Tav now for him to keep them at arm’s length, he feared he’d hurt them worse should he misstep.

He loved them, fiercely, even in light of the darkness of their past. He despised who they used to be. He wanted them to answer his questions. He knew they couldn’t given their lack of memories. A small part of him was terrified of them. A much larger part was terrified for them.

“I’m Gale of Waterdeep, yes,” Gale said, snapping back to the present. Self reflection could wait until he wasn’t staring down a chosen of the Dead Three. “Sorry to belabor the point, but is this an attempt to kill me?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I am trying to encourage an alliance between our respective parties; assassination would risk spoiling that diplomacy. And if I wanted you dead, I would use methods better suited to handling a wizard of your caliber.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Gale said, voice dry.

“It was intended as one. I’ve managed to learn quite a bit about you in the last half day and I must say, I’m rather impressed. Top of your class, prodigy, Mystra’s chosen. A fine reputation. Far more suited for Tav’s company than the rest of your little band.”

The praise soured with the last sentence. Karlach and Wyll were also present at that mockery of a coronation. Gale remembered feeling the heat pouring off of Karlach in waves as she took in the man who ruined her life, he’d heard the sharp intake of breath as Wyll saw the puppet Gortash had made of his father. Gale had not missed how Gortash spoke to them both as if they were no more than accessories to Tav’s presence. And while Gortash hadn’t paid Gale any mind either, Gale doubted the Lord would be visiting either of the twos dreams with honeyed words of praise.

Once, in the Shadowed Lands, after Elminster’s message was delivered, Karlach had pulled Gale aside as they walked towards Moonrise. Tav was at the front of the group, twitchier than usual and Wyll lingered behind Gale and Karlach, looking tortured at every sign of a life cut short. Karlach’s hand on Gale’s shoulder was smoothing, the heat a balm to the pain of the orb. Gale had barely turned her way when she’d looked him straight in the eye and said “I won’t accept you blowing yourself up until you can look me in the eye and tell me that I should just burn myself out taking down Gortash.” Before Gale could reply , she’d sprang ahead, a skip in her step, asking Tav about extra coin and leftover whisky. Gale watched her with his jaw agape and when Wyll walked past him, the man shrugged.

“You heard her,” the warlock said, a lazy stride in his step. “Gotta say, she’s got a good argument.” He spun on his heel, a movement that reminded Gale of Wyll’s boasts about dancing to look at Gale properly. “A word of wisdom: it’s easier to be cruel to ourselves than to our friends.”

Gale decided everyone he traveled with was officially insane. “I’m not being cruel to myself. I’m being practical.” And wasn’t he? The orb would solve the problem of the Absolute and win him Mystra’s forgiveness in one action. He knew the others didn’t agree, they’d told him that plenty, but what was the alternative? Hoping the stopgap measure lasted as long as possible while he looked for a cure? Waste their time and resources trying to fix something of his own making?

Gale of Waterdeep, Chosen of Mystra, had died when Gale found the orb. Gale was just his shade. Why not set his tale to rest properly?

Wyll had reached forward and grabbed the shoulder Karlach hadn’t touched. His grasp was different from Karlach’s, his hands smaller but no less firm. His voice was kind when he spoke, but serious.

“The fact you keep telling yourself that is partly what makes it so cruel.”

Gale ended up not taking the path Mystra set for him, something he was thankful for to this day. A good portion of the reason why was Tav, but his other traveling companions had all played their part in convincing him to stay his hand. These were the people Lord Gortash looked on in contempt: those who’d heard the opinion of a God and cast it aside in favor of the life of a mortal wizard.

“I think Tav’s choice in company is quite excellent, actually,” Gale said, raising his chin. “Far superior than the company they used to keep, at any rate.”

Gortash grinned at the barb. “You don’t say? I will admit, I find it interesting you attracted their affections.”

Gale tried not to react to the observation. He knew their relationship wasn’t much of a secret, but something about this man mentioning it so casually felt wrong. He had no right to information on Tav’s new life, one they’d forged out of nothing but what they’d woke up on the nautiloid with.

Something in Gale’s face must have given him away, because Gortash chuckled. He walked over, his footsteps echoing louder against the floor than they would in real life, and then strolled behind Gale. He circled Gale casually, like Tara did when she caught a mouse and was deciding just how she wanted to play with her food.

“Interesting, isn’t it? They went from the Chosen of Bane, to the Chosen of Mystra. Well, former chosen,” Gortash added. Gale didn’t flinch, continuing to watch him, chin held high. He’d suspected as much about Tav and Gortash’s previous relationship, though it was unpleasant to have it confirmed.

“As I said, their taste in company has clearly improved,” Gale said, voice dry. He didn’t miss how Gortash’s right hand curled into a fist at the statement. Good to know the Chosen of Bane could be ruffled about his personal life. That was a weakness one could exploit.

“Or maybe yours has lessened. I don’t know of your previous conquests, but you don’t seem the type to bed Bhallspawn.”

“They aren’t a conquest,” Gale hissed, even though he knew his reaction would be used against him. To use such a term for a relationship with someone; it disgusted him. Of course an acolyte of Bane would see it that way, used to viewing the world as something to mold and control. Tav was many things to Gale at this point, and despite the recent revelations about their past, none of those things had changed.

Tav was a friend who saved up extra coin so he could copy down new spell scrolls, even when they wouldn’t be tactically useful. Tav was a teammate, who made sure to stand between him and the enemy so he could cast without disturbance. Tav was a hero who fought against their nature every hour, and suffered for it greatly with little sleep and terrible headaches.

Tav was someone Gale fell in love with as soon as they grabbed both his shoulders after Elminster’s visit and said “your life is more than a tool for some God.”

Tav’s past was a lot, Gale hadn’t been lying about that, but regardless of who Tav used to be, he was proud to stand next to them today.

He should tell them that, when he woke up, he thought.

“Forgive my language,” Gortash said, then turned so he was shoulder to shoulder with Gale. “I suppose it makes sense,” he continued. He was far too close, merely inches away. If they were not in a dream, Gale could probably smell his breath. “Them having a taste for the Chosen. After all, that kind of power is enticing. Tell me Gale of Waterdeep; do you think we could have been friends?”

Gale mentally scrambled to make sense of the inquiry. “What kind of question is that?”

“An honest one. I know you care little for my ideals, but it’s important to find ground with one’s potential allies.”

Gale could see the game Gortash was playing. He saw how disgusted Wyll and Karlach were at his proposed alliance. If he wanted to convince Tav to join forces, it would help if someone else was in his corner. As Tav’s lover who had no history with the man outside of the tadpoles, Gale was likely his best option to convince.

Something about that bothered Gale. The fact Lord Gortash looked upon him and saw a potential ally implied that the Archduke was either ignorant about Gale’s character or that he saw something in Gale that the wizard refused to recognize.

Gale wanted to believe it was the former, but Gortash was a politician. That was not a job one kept by reading people poorly.

No, that couldn’t be it. Gale had his faults, yes, but they were not the kind that murdered people in their beds and made puppets of innocents. Gortash had made a miscalculation.

“So that’s what this is about; convince me to convince Tav. Or is this some kind of power play.”

Gortash laughed, low and hearty. He was actually amused, which Gale found deeply unsettling. “I’m the Chosen of Bane, everything I do is a power play, but no. Your first theory was correct; I want to establish an alliance. I thought you may be more receptive.”

“What makes you say that?”

Gortash stopped pacing, stopping in front of Gale. He eyed him from the toes of his boots, up his body and then lingered on his face. “You’re a smart man; if Orin gets all three stones, this city will go to the Hells. She’s all impulse, no brains; a rabid dog more than anything else. Not exactly the person you want to lead.”

That wasn’t untrue. From what little Gale knew of Tav’s sister, the Gate in her hands would be a bloody massacre. But claiming to be a better leader than Orin wasn’t worth much confidence. “And you’ll be such a fine and generous sovereign.”

“I’m not going to insult your intelligence and pretend that’s the case. But I can promise you that in my hands, we won’t all turn into mind flayers or corpses.” Gortash gestured to his gauntlets, the claws sharp and tipped. On the back of the palm was engraved the symbol of Bane, something that Gale was sure wasn’t on them in the real world. A gauntlet hand gripped in a tight fist; this was one of the many symbols Bane’s faithful prayed to. “Bane is a God of Order.”

“And the God of Tyrants.”

“Tyrant is such a dirty word for someone who simply wants things to go smoothly. I might be harsher than you might like, but I crave stability as much as any other man. Convince Tav to work with me and you’ll be able to do as you please once the Stones are mine.”

“All with the worm in my head to make sure I follow orders.”

“Only if they interfere against my own. It’s not so hard a life; you’ve lived it before. Being the Chosen of a God.”

“You’re no God. You’re just a man.”

Gortash looked at Gale like he was deeply stupid. Almost pitying. Like Gale was overlooking something so clearly obvious. “For now. The Stones will change that. Anyways, why would I be a man, when I could be a God?”

And Gale’s breath caught in his chest.

A memory came to him, one from earlier that day. They’d managed to break into the vault to gather The Annals of Karsus, and Gale hadn’t hesitated to start reading as soon as he left the vault. He couldn’t help himself from flipping through the pages as he walked back to camp, mind spinning off into countless of possibilities.

With the crown he could cure himself of the orb. The agony in his chest would be nothing more than a memory, the scar a reminder of his greatest victory instead of his worst failure. He wouldn’t have to go rely on Mystra to fix him, he wouldn’t have to go back like a starved dog and hope to garner enough affection to cure his plight. Hells, he could meet her as an equal, no more than an equal, and that presented even more possibilities.

How many things had Gale wished to change as Chosen only to find the power out of his grasp. Even with the approval of Mystra behind him, he couldn’t stop a city from being wiped out from a flood, or feed all the starving people in Waterdeep. He’d been incapable of addressing problems that weren’t Mystra’s concern, all the power at his fingertips dependent on her approval. If she were to fix him, if she were to take him back, he’d still have those limitations.

Would Mystra lend him the power to repair Karlach’s engine, or would that be considered extraneous? Would she aid him in fixing Astarion's vampirism, or would she claim that kind of magic was too powerful to touch. Would she help him fight against Bhaal himself for Tav’s freedom, or would she decline, telling him an empathetic but unchanging conviction, that she was not to mess in the affairs of other Gods.

If Gale kept the crown, he would not need to convince her. He could just do it himself. He could turn his friends’ biggest problems into nothing more than a bad memory. He could-

“With the crown, I could surpass Mystra. I could be more than Gale of Waterdeep,” he’d told Tav back in camp, almost bouncing on his heels with excitement. He wasn’t sure of the specifics yet, there was far more to read, far more to study, but he was sure the potential was there. When Tav bit their lower lip, he felt his enthusiasm wane slightly.

“But I like Gale of Waterdeep,” Tav said. Gale shook his head and showed them the pages of the crown, his finger pointing to the most pertinent bits. Usually Tav delighted in his lectures about magic. To see them instead so nervous was an uncomfortable change.

"I’d still be Gale of Waterdeep, just more,” Gale said, taking their hand in his while holding the book with the other. “I could be a God with a mortal’s heart. Think about all the people I could save, all the lives I could improve. No more would people pray to uncaring ears; I’d hear them instead. The hurt, the needy, the frightened; with that kind of power at my fingertips, I relieve their burdens. I’d have the power to save them all. I’d be able to-Why are you looking at me like that?”

Tav was staring at him, face blank, eyes wide. It was a look they got on rare occasions when they remembered something. When they spoke, their voice wavered.

“I just….I think I’ve heard this before. That’s all. I’m sorry.”

And then they’d walked off, leaving Gale alone with his book and the ambitions tucked within their pages.

Gortash didn’t seem to notice Gale was lost in his own recollections. Instead, he walked up to the wizard and patted his shoulder. Like he’d patted Tav’s earlier that day.

“Think about it, that’s all I ask. And send Tav my fondest regardless.”

Gale woke up, a yell caught in his throat. The agony the orb sometimes provided flared through his chest and he bent over, clutching his arms across his chest. It took a minute for the pain to subside and when it did, he breathed in heavy breaths, trying desperately to stop his mind from racing. With a trembling hand, he reached up to wipe under his nose.

There was no nosebleed. Gortash was not lying; he was not trying to kill him. As far as Gale could tell, the man’s proposal had been entirely sincere.

He tried to sit up and faltered as his hand landed on a book instead of his bedroll. Under his palm was The Annals of Karsus. Gale had been pouring through the pages before he went to bed, studying the diagrams for the crown, thinking of the possibilities should he manage to reforge it. He’d even left his notebook out next to it, his excitement clear in how frantic his scribbled notes were.

Gale felt like he might be sick. With shaking hands, he pushed the book under a blanket, and laid back on his bedroll. Closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. He wasn't anything like Gortash. He wanted to help people. He wanted to save others. He wanted control of his own life-

His breath hitched.

“I just….I think I’ve heard this before. That’s all. I’m sorry.”

The memory of Tav's expression haunted him until he fell back asleep.

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