#Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

[fizzyxcustard]

Heaven and Hell (2)

Part 1

Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017)

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader, Fem!Reader x Original male character

Word count: 2791

Warnings: Language, angst, arranged marriage, sexual references, slight religious/spiritual symbols and references.

Summary: From the imagine “Raymond has lost all hope of love and completely shut his heart down after losing everyone he has ever loved. Until he meets you.” 

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You woke the next morning with your mind still full of Raymond. He had visited you in your dreams, kissing you again, and this time you reciprocated, bearing your all to him. 

The light was breaking through a thin layer of cloud which was on the horizon, and you could see the gold and orange hues beginning to seep from behind the trees. For a few moments you lay on your bed and looked out of the window, with only your breath and the twittering of birds being the source of any sound. 

A tightness had begun to twist in your chest as you thought on Raymond’s words. Was he truly offering a life of love and companionship? Or was it just an act to help you become ensnared by his lustful want of you? 

The day began like so many others; you ate breakfast alongside your mother and father, and then moved off into the main sewing room with your mother, to finish a gown which had been requested by Baron de Merville’s younger sister, Marie. 

Your mother and you remained in silence for most of the morning, until she spoke. “I received word this morning that you were seen in the company of the Baron’s son.” She looked at you with dark eyes. Accusation and anger sat behind them. 

“Y…yes, I was,” you replied. Lying as to your whereabouts would only cause more problems for you, so you decided to tell the truth. 

“But you are to be wed next month.” 

“I know, Mother. But Raymond has become a friend to me.”

Your mother leaned closer to you and dropped her needle. “You have no idea what that man is capable of. He is a friend to no one but himself and his own wants.” Her eyes were wide in anger and desperation. 

“You do not know him personally…”

“I do not need to know him personally. His reputation has been formed from reliable sources, and I will not have you partaking in his company any more, do you understand me?”

*

Raymond spat commands at his men, feeling that fire burn in his chest and stomach. His ice-blue eyes focused on Henri, and the longer he glared, the more vivid Raymond’s imaginations became. All he could see in his mind’s eyes was bludgeoning the bastard to death, and then pulling you before the body, where the two of you made love in an act of defiance. 

Just as Raymond’s men were disbanding to have lunch, Raymond stood next to Henri and grabbed his arm. “Off to see your whore?” Raymond snarled. 

“What of it?” Henri replied, his voice shaking as he looked up at his commander. 

“Raymond?” a gentle voice came. 

That voice made a flutter rise in Raymond’s gut. He recognised that sweet voice, and instantly spun on his heel to see you. In your hands was more food, covered in cloth. “Leave us be, Henri. Raymond is right, you have a whore to satisfy.” Your words were cold, and as you spoke, your gaze never left Raymond’s. 

Henri disappeared in silence with a sigh and gentle shrug of his shoulders. 

Raymond sat opposite you and watched as you opened the cloth and began taking food out to hand to him. His eyes were red hot, and all you could feel as intense heat taking control of your body. 

“My mother knows about us, Raymond, and has forbid me from seeing you. She believes you to be dangerous,” you told him, handing him a piece of freshly baked fruit bread. 

Raymond smirked. “Yet here you are.” 

“Here I am,” you said, eating a grape slowly. “Maybe I’m too curious for my own good.” 

You held your head low for a few seconds, and Raymond noticed this. He frowned and leaned in. “Something bothers you.” 

You lifted your gaze back to him and sighed, narrowing your eyes. 

“Your mother’s words have made you question me, have they not?” 

You saw the sadness swell in his eyes, which then became dark with a flash of anger. You reached across and touched his hand, brushing your fingertips across his tanned skin. “I know I must make up my own mind about you, but I cannot stop the doubts rising when my own mother warns me about you.” 

“She wishes for you to marry Henri, so of course she will tell you of how evil a man I am. It is true, that I can be an evil man, but you help curb that side of me, Cheri. I am guessing that she is aware of our interest in each other.” 

The way he said ‘interest’ made a shiver of excitement race up your spine. It was deep, and his eyes smouldered now in want. The sadness had disappeared, leaving lust in its wake. 

Before the two of you parted that lunch time, Raymond reached for your hand and lifted it to his lips and kissed it. “Will you meet me again this evening? I wish to show you something. Do not worry about your attire as I shall be taking you for a stroll.” 

You couldn’t help but grin and giggle. “Where shall we meet and at what time?” 

“Just as the sun sets. On the bank of the river at the entrance to the forest road.” 

*

It wasn’t long before sunset and you paced your room, knowing that your mother would ask questions. You glanced at your window, watching the colours of the sky turn to gold and orange. The window! With a smile, you put on your cloak and hood, then climbed out of the window. It was only a small house, with no upstairs. You plopped down into the grass and waited for a second, checking left and right to make sure no one was around to see you. 

As you tiptoed away, hoping no one would appear and catch you, it made you think how all of your life you had followed the rules. Your parents had organised every aspect of your life; your marriage to Henri, your work alongside your mother, even the friends you had as a child. It was all orchestrated by them. For once, you were making a choice of your own, following your own heart in search of something you desperately wanted. 

Raymond waited at the river, watching it flow. As the darkness descended, the water became ripples of navy blue and silver. The swish of the water was calming, until he heard footfall and snapped his head around. 

Immediately you saw his lips curl into a smile. And a flutter hit your stomach, moving up so it felt as though it were about to consume your chest. Despite the dusk taking over the land, you could see his long nose and the twinkle of his eyes. 

Raymond reached out and took your hand in his, guiding you along the riverbank. His hand was warm and calloused beneath yours. It was large, swallowing yours, but it felt so right. You felt protected, cared for. 

The two of you walked for a few minutes, remaining silent. Dusk was moving in, growing heavy around you. The first stars began to twinkle. 

You came to a small clearing, and beneath an old oak tree, was a stone cross which had been placed into the ground. Beneath the cross was an oval shape, made with various rocks. Raymond continued holding your hand and the two of you stopped in front of the cross. Inscribed into the stone was the name Sophie de Merville. 

“My father first met my mother here. He always said that as soon as he saw her, he knew she was destined to be his wife. But it was being my father’s wife that caused her death.” Raymond sighed and looked down at his feet. He swallowed hard over the lump on his throat while you gripped his hand tight. “I vowed I would never become him, but slowly I did. War broke him, as it has me.” 

Raymond’s silver blue gaze met yours. There was so much sadness in his face, mixed with pain. “You are not your father, Raymond. You see the kind of man he is, and avoid walking that path.” 

“But I did. I went to war for him, followed him, the very man who brought destruction on our family through his own wrongdoings. He owed money, and those he owned money to took my mother’s life as payment. The first day I met you, all I could see was my mother. No woman has ever showed me kindness of their own want, only my mother and you. You may be betrothed to Henri, but I can’t let you go.” 

You whispered his name again and inched closer to him. He was head and shoulders above you, and kissed your head softly. “We always want to please our mothers and fathers, yet they do not deserve our loyalty,” you said. “No one has ever considered what I’ve wanted, until I met you. I’ve always been led by my family, meeting their demands and needs. My happiness has never been a consideration.” 

Raymond kissed you, and together you both sank into each other. You no longer cared that you had known each other merely a week; what you felt for this man was beyond anything you had ever felt for anyone else. Time meant nothing. 

“I am the son of the Baron,” Raymond said, his forehead brushing yours. “I have enough power to stop your wedding and claim you for my bride instead.” 

“The dowry has been paid,” you replied. “You would need to take that money back from Henri.” 

“He can keep the fucking money!” Raymond hissed. “I want you above anything else.” 

***

The next morning and you woke to the sound of raised voices. It was Sunday, meaning that it was your day off from duties. You slipped out of bed, still in your nightgown and opened your door in apprehension. 

Was that Raymond’s voice? 

“She is already to be married to Henri. This was arranged between our families when she was but a girl. Circumstance meant they were not able to wed sooner.” 

You finally caught sight of Raymond, and immediately he made you gasp for breath. Tall, broad, powerful. The man was a beautiful sight to behold. 

“Henri is already fucking his whore on a daily basis, while your daughter still shows him kindness and loyalty.” 

“Loyalty?” your mother scoffed. “While she’s off being serenaded by you?” 

Raymond glared at your mother, towering above her. “You will learn to hold your tongue in a discussion that does not concern you. This is between your husband and I.”

“Raymond…” you said softly. 

Your father immediately noticed the set of Raymond’s face change. His clenched jaw slacked and his gaze grew soft at the sight of you. “I will take this to my father,” Raymond said, smiling at you and then turning his attention back to your enraged parents. “As the Baron, he has the final word on affairs of this village.” 

Your mother dashed at you, her face livid. “You have got a lot to answer for, my girl. You ungrateful wretch!” A sudden slap came to your face, which knocked you backward, and then a second later, pain swelled in your cheek. “After everything that we have done for you; kept you for many years past what is normal of societal standards. At your age, you’re already considered a spinster.” 

Raymond took a step toward your mother, his eyes wide. “You raise your hand to her one more time and I will make sure you are thrown into stocks. You should be ashamed of yourself for saying such things to your own daughter.” 

“You do not scare me, Raymond,” your mother hissed. “You come in here and act all high and mighty when I know of all the atrocity you have committed. Henri is a good man for her, and one that will no doubt teach her manners and how to be grateful for what she has. There is no way in this world or the next, that I would ever allow her to marry you.” 

Raymond edged closer to your mother, a smirk curling his lips upward. “Then I am fortunate that my father’s word outweighs yours.” 

“You cannot…!” 

“Oh, I can, and I will. And just for your disgusting treatment of her, I will take her to stay with me at the chateau.” Raymond’s gaze drifted toward you. “Pack your belongings. I will not have you staying here.” 

“Sir Raymond, please, see sense,” your father interjected. 

“I am seeing sense! You wish to wed your daughter to a man who is not worthy of her. And in her defence, before she met me, she was still attending to that bastard’s every whim while he was away fucking his whore in the barn. And you callher ungrateful? She was ready to see that marriage through, but I’m the one who is putting a stop to it.” 

“And when did you grow a heart?” your mother countered. “Surely she can’t have changed your mind on your view of women.” 

Raymond scoffed. “Consider yourself a mother? Come now, get your belongings.” 

You did as Raymond insisted and began to pack clothing, along with a wooden cross that once belonged to your grandmother. Your chest was swelling with so many unfamiliar emotions, all of them being aimed at your mother and Raymond. 

Footsteps alerted you that someone was behind you. And as you turned, you were shocked to see Raymond standing in the doorway. Both of you smiled at each other, with silence lingering in the physical space that kept you apart. Raymond’s smiles now reached his eyes, causing the silver blue depths to sparkle in happiness and joy. Upon first meeting him and they were always dark, a sign of his loneliness and the oppression of a heavy heart. 

You walked to Raymond slowly and wound your arm around his neck, stepping up onto tip toes. Immediately and he pulled you into a hot kiss, his tongue becoming so hungry in search for yours. 

As you both parted, he kept his intense gaze locked on yours. “Will you be my wife?” he asked. 

“Yes. I would be honoured.” 

***

Once you and Raymond had arrived at the chateau, which was a short horse ride from your home, both of you were summoned to the Baron’s main study. Word must have somehow reached him of Raymond’s actions earlier that day. 

Together you walked down the long hallway, passing the dining room and library, until you made it to a grand room at the very end. As you stepped inside, you were greeted by the Baron, who was sat at a large desk. He was glaring at the two of you. 

“I did not think that I would be waking this morning to question my son’s motives behind objecting to an arranged marriage,” he hissed. “These marriages build strength in alliances. But I have no need for your father’s allegiance. He has need for your future husband’s, I assume?” 

“Henri and I have been friends since we were children, so the allegiance has always been there, my Lord. I do not believe my father finds any necessity in my marriage to Henri.” 

“I will not be the reason that this marriage is objected to.” 

“I will marry her, father, whether you give us your blessing or not,” Raymond growled. 

The Baron chuckled. “Oh, Raymond. My dearest son, who has survived war by torturing other men. Who has raped women, been a drunkard, publicly denounced God, and suddenly you develop feelings for another human being? There is no love or ounce of kindness inside you, Raymond. Your mother always knew it.” 

“Don’t you dare speak of her!” Raymond roared, banging his hand down on the desk. “You sit there and act as though you are holier than thou and have committed no sin, when you bathe in it. You stink of your sins, father. It would take far more than repentance for you to enter the gates of heaven. Fucking hypocrite.”  

The intensity of the exchange between the two men was causing you to shake. Terror had wrapped around you and took hold, keeping you prisoner. The freedom that Raymond had promised you was an impossible future; no one was going to let you be wed. Everything was futile. 

“Raymond, let it be,” you said, defeat strong in your voice. “No one will let us be together.” 

“I will not let this lie!” Raymond exclaimed, his eyes wide in shock at your change of heart. His throat quivered 

“Mon amour, let it go,” you said again. 

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[linasofia]

Petite Voleuse

Part 4

Fandom: Pilgrimage

Summary: When stealing something of great value and importance from a man like Raymond de Merville you never could have foreseen how your life would change.

Words: 2,5K

Warnings: 18+, smut, verbal abuse, non-con

A/N: This is the fourth part of this fic. You can read the previous parts here.

French Ma petite voleuse - My little thief Tu t'es languie de moi? - Did you languish for me?

Special thanks to @lathalea & @legolasbadass! 💙

The days gradually become shorter, the sun seems shy, and the nights carry an icy wind from the sea. The full moon must have shed its pale light over the encampment at least two times since I first saw it on the night I was fettered to the pole, but it is hard to follow the changes in the environment when every day in my canvas cage is the same. My life follows a strict routine, forced upon me by the man whose moody temper and raw treatments I have grown accustomed to. I wake up, often before he does, assist him when he gets dressed, then I spend the day alone with only my thoughts as a distraction. At night, he returns to take out his frustration, anger or, on rare occasions, his excitement, on me. Afterwards, we both come to rest, drained of the last drops of energy as a result of the intense climax, but I always fall asleep with mixed feelings in my chest. The first nights I spent in his bed were torture; I felt like I was sleeping on a bed filled with thorns. But lately, I often wake up with his arm draped around my waist. If I, in those moments, close my eyes and try to forget where I am, his unconscious embrace feels almost pleasant.

One morning when I slip out of bed after Raymond, the cold in the tent is worse than usual. I cannot stop my body from shivering when I hand him the different pieces of armor, and the sensitive skin on my breasts stands guard under his piercing gaze. For some reason, he usually lets me be in the morning. His lust peaks during the night, and like a beast, he likes to satisfy his darkest needs in the shadows, where the light from the flickering fire does not reach. The bed is always partly illuminated and a relatively safe place to be. It is when he drags me to one of the thick, steady poles holding the canvas over our heads that I know the night will be long and my skin will ache the following morning.

When I place Raymond’s cloak over his shoulders, he suddenly reaches for me and lets his warm hands travel over my cold skin. I try not to lean closer to him, for his touch is more gentle than before, and my body seeks his warmth without my consent. I force my teeth to stop chattering as I meet his gaze, and for a second, he looks like he is about to say something. Then he abruptly turns away from me, and his groan hangs in the air while the opening to the tent closes behind him. I throw myself back into bed and pull the blanket and the extra fur up to my nose, desperate to feel what remains of the warmth from the night. The blanket smells of Raymond, and I close my eyes. His musky scent is no longer something I want to scrub off my skin as soon as I can, and I have accepted it as part of my life now, for as long as he deems necessary.

The young man who brings me food announces his arrival later than expected and he enters with a quick glance in my direction. I have not spoken to him since my failed attempt to plead for help and I have no desire to. He places the bowl on the table, then reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a small box. After he puts the little dark wooden box next to the bowl, he turns to me.

”I bring something of value to you.” He pats the box.

I peek at the item and then instinctively pull the blanket tighter to my body. I do not like the tone in his voice. He is a snake, but I do not dare to tell him that.

”I did not accept your offer,” I whisper, afraid he will come for his payment. His greedy eyes roam the blanket as if he seeks to catch a glimpse of my naked skin.

”You could have got it sooner if you had accepted. Sadly, for me, I was told to bring you this.” Disappointment fills his voice and I stare at him in disbelief.

”By who?” I lower my gaze as soon as I realize I have said too much. It is not my place to ask questions. But the young man does not take the opportunity to reprimand me. Instead he answers ”Sire Raymond himself.”

With one last long stare at me, he finally leaves me alone, and as soon as I am certain he will not return, I jump out of bed to open the box. My porridge can wait. I hold my breath as I open the lid with trembling fingers. A gasp falls from my lips and tears well up in my eyes over this gift that to many is not much, but to me is the whole world; inside the box is a thin needle and thread. I can finally repair my dress. It will at least keep me a little warmer and I will not have to endure the humiliation of being in bed or wrapped in a blanket every time my food is delivered. I close the lid and grab the bowl but when I take the spoon I see another great surprise. Someone has poured generous drops of the sweetest nectar in the forest over the porridge: wild honey. I do not know why I suddenly have been given this treat, but I can only think of one person ordering it, and reluctantly, I send a grateful thought to Raymond.

I eat in a hurry, eager to do something meaningful with my time, and the meal is even more filling than usual. As always,I scrape the bowl empty, careful not to miss any drops of honey. When I am done I place the bowl back on the table and pick up my dress that has been resting on a small stool ever since the night Raymond brutally tore it apart. I run my hand over the stained fabric. Finally I can look forward again. Hope rises in my chest, and I permit myself to dream of the wind playing with my hair and caressing my cheeks as I walk over endless green fields.

It is very late when Raymond returns, and the familiar sounds from the men by the fire have almost died. The day’s impressions and tensions are making me tired but as soon as I hear Raymond’s booming voice outside, my heart beats faster and fills my body with adrenaline. I hold my head a little higher when I step forward to greet him, wearing my dress with the long, almost invisible, seam in the front. Without a word, he starts to undress, layer by layer, and I assist him in tense silence. Only his tunic remains when I allow myself to glance at his face. Even if I know what to expect from him, I still jump when he grabs me by the throat. His thumb caresses my skin, and his eyes shift to the same colors as the flickering fire. If I had not seen it before, I would have been terrified of the dark look in his eyes. When his other hand travels over the worn linen fabric, a cruel smile forms on his lips.

”This dress reminds me of the first time I took you.” His grip around my neck tightens, and I feel my pulse drumming at my temples. ”I did not plan to keep you in my bed this long but you turned out to be much more enjoyable than I thought.” He leans in close to me, and his breath fans my cheek as he purrs something I do not understand in an alluring tone I have never heard him use. Then his grip on my throat tightens even more, and small stars appear before my eyes. I place my hand on his forearm in a wordless plea for release.

”Ma petite voleuse, I know you enjoy this too.” His voice drips with lust. The bastard is right; my body hums in tune with his harsh treatment, and I cannot ignore the effect his voice has on me.

“I will spare your dress tonight,” he murmurs as he grabs one of my sleeves and pulls until the fabric glides down and exposes my bare shoulder. “If you want to keep it in this condition you will take it off whenever I want you to. If you hesitate or refuse, I will rip it off your body again.”

I nod, and the pressure around my neck slowly fades away. Feeling the ground sway under my feet, I gasp for air and wonder if the day will come when his grip will cause me to faint. It has come close at times and he seems to enjoy all types of control over my body. Maybe this is what he refers to as another type of punishment. Raymond takes a step back and folds his arms over his chest. His lips form a grin, and without taking his eyes from my cleavage, he rasps a single word: “Undress.”

I swallow hard; my throat feels sore after his tight grip but not worse than it has been before, it will pass before the night is over. Before his eyes, I lift the dress and pull it over my head. I do not leave it on the floor, but instead I fold it and put it on the stool. The fabric is more than just a dress, it now symbolises hope and deserves to be treated accordingly. When I meet Raymond’s ravenous gaze, he nods at the bed. He does not need to use words. I understand what he expects from me.

I lie back on the bed and watch Raymond put another log on the fire. His strong shoulders flex in the warm light as he pulls off his tunic and when he steps up to the bed, I stop breathing. Raymond truly has the body of a warrior and I can only imagine how skilled and ruthless he is with his sword in battle. Feral hunger fills his eyes when he takes in my naked body, spread out on his bed, on his command, and my vulnerability is once again reminding me of his superior strength and power. With the unmistakable confidence of a knight, he covers my body with his and pins me to the bed. Obediently, I spread my legs for him and the shame and lust wash over me in an intoxicating combination. I feel his impressive spear press against me but he does not enter me at once.

”Tu t'es languie de moi?” he groans in my ear and when I do not answer him, he forces my knees even further apart. I put up enough resistance to make him use his strength and I know it gives him satisfaction. His moan turns to a raw chuckle when his fingers reach between my thighs. ”I know you have.”

I whimper when he adjusts himself and with a deep thrust he buries his spear in my heat. Even if I am stretched around Raymond’s massive girth every night, I still struggle initially to adjust to his size. But soon enough my body gives in and welcomes every movement of his hips.

Raymond is a violent man and sharing his bed involves bruises and soreness, but it also means ferocious peaks of satisfaction when he pushes me beyond my limits. It did not take long before I realized that he finds perverse amusement in my vocals, and the louder I am, both in pleasure and in pain, the more he acknowledges my needs as well. Tonight is no exception and when I fall apart under him, he joins me with a long stream of words that sound more like a curse than praise.

Panting heavily, he heaves himself on his hands while my body still shakes from his intense treatment. Without a word, he stares down at me and I meet his gaze with a growing feeling of anxiousness. He usually takes what he wants from me and then falls asleep. That is much easier to deal with than the current piercing gaze that makes my mouth go dry. Afraid I have done something to displease him, and now have to pay for it in a sinister way, I close my eyes in an attempt to calm myself down. Unexpectedly the thought of his gift appears in my mind and when I remember that I have not yet thanked him for it, I open my eyes again. Maybe it will direct his thoughts in another direction.

”Thank you for the gift this morning,” I say quietly.

Raymond does not answer me but he tilts his head a little to the side and the smallest of smiles briefly dances in the corner of his mouth. It softens the cruel expression on his face, and for once, he looks almost content. But the moment is gone in the blink of an eye. With a grunt he moves to my side and comes to rest on his back. The dark hair on his chest curls when damp, and as he scratches his chest with his large and calloused hand, I cannot stop myself from observing his fingers. Something about his hands is truly appealing, and when the blood is washed from them, they are capable of the most satisfying actions. Raymond pulls the blanket over both of us, but instead of turning away from me as he usually does, he stays on his back and tucks one arm under his head. It feels more intimate to lie like this, and sleep will not come easy to me. my mind tries to process the staggering day and night. I watch the look on his face soften and it becomes clear that Raymond clearly does not share my problem with sleeping because his chest heaves with every deep breath he takes and an aura of calmness surrounds him. Have you missed me? His question finds its way to my consciousness and occupies my mind. I want to shout ”NO!” to his face, but lately I have felt more excitement than fear when he towers over my naked body. Do I miss him or is it just my miserable loneliness that plays tricks on my brain? If we had met under different circumstances, how would my feelings towards him have been? The most important question makes me anxious and it is the question I try to run away from; will I miss him the day I slip unnoticed from his grip?

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[sorisooyaa]

Time Travel - June 23rd

Pairing: Raymond De Merville x Fem!Reader (?) and Father!Raymond and Daughter!OFC

Movie: The Pilgrimage (2017)

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard @lathalea​

A/N: First, I wanted to say, I did something a little different with this moodboard, Idk how I feel about it, notice the background of it? What do you guys think? Second, ok, look I know there are very rare cases were Indians do have blue or green eyes like for example Aishwarya Rai but for the sake if this little story can we pretend Indians just have the usual brown or black eyes please? Or if didn’t know the fact Indian did indeed have blue eyes (etc.) pretend I didn’t just tell you lol!

There was a lake at the back an old cottage that belonged to my family. My mother forbid me from ever seeking it out, telling me it was dangerous.

But curiosity had gotten the better of me and one night, I did… I seeked it out while my mother slept.

I bend down to the lake, but when I reached out with my hand to touch the surface of still water, another hand just like mine seems to come out of the water and pull me in.

And when I break out of the water, I was instantly gazing into the exact reflection of my own eyes…

I had always wondered from where I had received such starkingly different features from, as the rest came from mother; from my Indian heritage.

Now I knew…

Then, as a sudden lightness hit me, heaving my head, a lost memory found me and voices echoed inside my head.

"Do you regret being with me?"

The voice that answered was one I was all too familiar with… for it belonged to the woman I called mother.

"Yes…"

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[middleearthpixie]

Runaway 

Armitage Summer Splash #10 ~ with thanks to @fizzyxcustard and @lathalea for this challenge!

Trope: Kidnapped

Quote: “You always told me that you’d never hurt me”

RA Character: Raymond de Merville 

Relationship: Raymond x Fem!Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, angst, misogyny

Rating: M

Word Count:  3,682

A/N: I used Google translate for the French phrases, so I apologize if they are incorrect. 

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You hadn’t moved in over an hour except to blink every now and again. Rather, you sat, knees drawn to your chest, back up against the rough bark of a fallen tree, and stared moodily at the fire crackling loudly, a stick popping as it shifted in the flames before being consumed. You ignored everyone and everything around you—the dull ache in your back, the fatigue burning in your eyes. You just watched the flames as they danced, slowly at times, like a woman trying to seduce her partner and other times, far faster, almost frenzied in their movement. They soothed you, those flames, they helped your mind wander for a bit, carried you away from your reality, if only for a little while. Because in your reality, you were the stick being consumed by the flames of your life, powerless to stop it, no matter how badly it burned. 

“You should eat.” Raymond’s deep voice came from behind your left shoulder, oddly gentle. You scowled at the fire. He could sound as gentle as he wished, it changed nothing. 

He came around from behind you, his sword slapping softly against his left thigh. The others were asleep already, worn out from a long day’s journey across the rocky terrain. Sleep was the furthest thing on your mind, for each step across the landscape meant you were another step closer to being returned to your father.

And being forced into a marriage you did not want.

Yes, you were definitely the stick.

Another branch popped. And yet, you still did not move. 

He settled on the log bracing your lower back. “So you still refuse to speak to me?”

You hadn’t said a word, not uttered a single peep, in almost two days. You only looked at him when you absolutely had to and even then, you only hoped he knew how you looked through him. You tried his patience hour after hour, just as you had the entire time you’d known him.

For all anyone could guess, you and Raymond had only just met when he’d snatched you from your bed at the run-down inn where you’d sought shelter from a drenching downpour two nights prior. They’d be hard-pressed to believe that you’d known each other practically your entire lives. You were close as children, even more so as you grew older, and at one point, you were almost positive he’d ask for your hand. You’d loved him from the time you were old enough to know what love was, and although he’d never spoken the words aloud, his actions said what he could not where you were concerned. He looked out for you, would lay low anyone who thought to mistreat you. He’d given you your first kiss when you were both by thirteen summers old. It was only a matter of time before he’d take you to wife.

But then, the winter of your eighteenth year, he’d left. You didn't know where he’d gone, or why he’d gone. All you knew was that he’d gone. And with him went the frivolous dreams you’d once had of winning his heart. Impossible. He had no heart. 

“Very well. I suppose I will leave you to your thoughts.” He slapped his hands against his thighs, then slowly rose. 

“Why? Why would you do this?” Your throat felt scratchy, your voice almost as scratchy from lack of use. But, as angry as you were at him for taking you from the inn, your curiosity, as always, got the better of you. 

He paused as you looked up at him, meeting your gaze directly. He never shied away from any confrontation, no matter how big or how small and this was no different.

He didn't say anything at first, but just studied you. In the soft glow of the dancing orange and yellow flames, he looked utterly exhausted. Dark smudges shadowed beneath eyes you knew could be blue or gray, depending upon his mood. In his youth, he’d been strikingly handsome, almost impossibly so, and as he settled into manhood, he’d only grown handsomer still. Time didn’t diminish his powerful his good looks, just as the scar on his face could not diminish them. You wondered where he’d received it, who had given it to him and why? It began—or perhaps ended—at his right temple, curved along the sharp ridge of his cheekbone, and curled up to just beneath that eye. It made you wonder what other scars he bore, as you had no doubt there were others. 

It was too dark to tell whether his eyes were blue or gray, as they hovered between the two, depending on his mood, but his gaze was direct, meeting yours. “Ah, you’ve not forgotten how to speak.”

“That is no answer.”

“I owe you no answer.”

“Of course not. It is only my life you’ve ruined.”

A low chuckle rolled toward you, but there was no mirth in his laugh, no emotion whatsoever. He’d grown even colder as he matured and you wondered if his heart had instead become a block of ice by now. 

“Your life. Tell me, how have I ruined your life?”

“By stealing me from my bed, throwing me first over your shoulder and later across your horse to drag me back home. That’s how.” You jerked back toward the fire. “Why? Why could you not simply leave me be? You had no cause to kidnap me, you know. I was fine exactly where I was.”

“Kidnap you? I did nothing of the sort. I was tasked with retrieving and returning a wayward fool of a girl who thought to try to avoid fulfilling a bargain by running away.”

“A bargain I never made.” You got to your feet, your body humming with the need to move. No one was supposed to find you. You were supposed to simply vanish into the mist and never be heard from again, to be able to start a new life in a new place.

But no. Raymond tracked you down in less than a week. 

You scowled at him. “Have you any idea what you’re doing? Or do you only care about the gold you’ve been paid?”

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Do you? You are delivering me into the hands of a man old enough to be my father, who thinks nothing of brutalizing anyone or thing he believes deserves it. That will become my life, the object of his brutality. Think you I deserve that?”

“A contract is a contract and it is not up to me to decide whether or not it is to be enforced.”

You stared at him, shaking your head. “I did not agree to the terms.”

“That is of no matter. Why would anyone care if you agreed to them? That’s foolishness talking there. Your opinion on the agreement is moot. There is a reason for that, you know.”

Your gut kinked at the quiet finality in his voice. “So, that’s it, then. You think my father and Comte de Verlaine should feel free to take whatever liberties they wish where I am concerned? That I should just be quiet and accept my lot in life and marry that wrinkled old prune of a man? To let him do as he will with me when the mood strikes, however that mood shall strike.”

His hands came to rest against his sword’s pommel, one atop the other, and he merely shrugged. “It matters not to me where you go once I’ve left you on your father’s doorstep. You should not have run, but—”

“And you should not have stolen my freedom from me.”

His eyes widened for a moment, and the firelight glinted off his dark hair as he shook his head. “You are a fool, to choose living in squalor over living in comfort.”

“I would rather wallow in a gutter than lay with Verlaine.” You spun about and marched away from him, toward the wide river to the east, picking your way around reeds and rocks and anything else in your path. 

You never heard his boots on the ground, but then he seized you by the arm and spun you about to face him. “What would you have me do, then?”

“You swore you would always look out for me,” you told him, narrowing your eyes even as your heart ached worse than it ever had before. “That you would never let anyone hurt me. Do you remember that? To you remember that promise you made to me? You always told me that you’d never hurt me! And then you left. You left and now here we are, with you taking me to another!”

“You wanted what I could never give you,” he told you, shaking his head before turning toward the black ribbon of rushing water weaving through the countryside behind you.

“You could give it, you chose not to.” You also turned to the water, wrapping your arms about yourself as the night’s chill bit into you. “Do you know what you will deliver me to? A lifetime of misery, is what. Misery and more misery. He will expect children and the thought of giving him them nauseates me, Raymond. It terrifies me. He is… repulsive.”

“As am I.”

“No,” you shook your head, glancing over at him, “you are only in your own mind. I’ve never seen you that way and you know it.”

“There is nothing I can do. I am bound to see this through to the end, my personal feelings be damned.”

“There is something you can do. You can and you know it. And again, you simply choose not to.”

“I do not have the luxury and you need to stop thinking of me the way you wish me to be, for I am not the man you think I am.”

You sighed softly, letting your eyes close as tears stung them. “So I am realizing. And I must confess, I find it greatly disheartening.”

“What would you have me do?” His voice grew harsh, and without warning, he grabbed you by the shoulders, spinning you to face him. “Tell me, what would you have me do?”

You stared up at him for a moment, then shoved up onto your toes and caught his lips with yours. His entire body went stiff at first, but then… then he yielded and your heart rose. First, his lips moved slowly against yours. Then they parted. His tongue slid into your mouth as his arms eased about your waist. His hands flattened against your back, swept up along it. Heat rose from the linen shirt he wore, his armor shed and left by the fire earlier. Through the fabric, you felt the solid rises of muscle across his chest as you let your hands glide across him, up to his shoulders, around to the back of his neck. Your fingers stretched up into his hair, damp from the night’s fog. 

He softened his kiss, his tongue no longer plunging in to snake about yours, but rather it caressed yours, more gentle than you’d ever thought him capable. His arms tightened about you, and as your breasts pressed harder into his chest, he actually moaned softly into your mouth. 

Your eyes grew so heavy-lidded, you couldn’t keep them open if you tried. Not that you tried at all. No, you let them close, let the delicious headiness of arousal wrap itself about you. You’d dreamed of this moment for so long, when Raymond would finally admit his feelings for you. He’d come so close before he’d left. Now, he’d admit the truth. And you could run away together and begin a new life somewhere and just… be happy.

His arms fell away from you, then his sword hit the earth with a soft thunk. A moment later, he caught you by the hips, then slid both hands up along the curve of your waist, skimming along the front of your dirt-spattered, wrinkled bodice. He cupped both of your breasts at the same time to make you  shiver against him. The heat from his palms sank into you in a most delicious manner and without thinking, you let your back arch, pressed your breasts deeper into his hands. 

Raymond broke the kiss roughly, gathering a handful of your hair in a fist to tug and as your neck bowed, he devoured it like a ravenous wolf. There was no hesitation in his movement, in his actions. He knew exactly what he was doing and for a moment, bright green jealousy slashed through you at the thought of the women he’d probably been with and upon whom he’d perfected his skills.

You chose to ignore that. Each kiss came harsh against your sensitive skin, your scalp tingling from his tugging on your hair. Still, you smiled into the darkness and let him pull you down into the damp earth. 

He pinned you beneath him, his body hard and unyielding as he continued his onslaught against your neck, the scruff of his beard scraping sensually against your skin. That anyone could happen upon you only heightened your senses, made each caress, each kiss, that much more enticing. You didn't care if anyone caught you. All you cared about was losing yourself in Raymond, in making him lose himself in you if you could. He bit teasingly into the slope of your shoulder, then soothed it with a sweep of his tongue against your skin. You returned the favor, smiling when he shivered against you and breathed, “Do that again…”

You did. His skin was salty and musky, hints of leather and iron woven in, and as your teeth clamped against him, he gave a hard thrust that sent fire running riot through you. You’d dreamed of this moment for so long, when you would claim him as yours for good, and you were not the least bit shy when you gripped two handfuls of sweat-stained linen to tug up. 

It slid easily along his back and over his head and you let your eyes feast on what you’d bared. You’d never seen him undressed before, but had only imagined for yourself what his body looked like. He defied even your dreamiest of expectations. 

Swells of muscle wrapped along his arms, across his shoulders. Dark hair spread wide across his chest, covered him from shoulder to shoulder and down over his belly to the waist of his trousers. Oh, he was a fine specimen of a man, your knight, and you were not about to let him go. You slid your hands through that hair, surprisingly soft, and smiled when your fingernails against his skin elicited a husky moan from his lips. You brushed your fingertips over his nipples, let your nails scrape them, and each teasing touch had him pressing his hips hard into yours, which sent white-hot pleasure streaking through you.

It wasn't enough, though. You had to touch him, had to feel his skin bare against yours, to feel him bare against you. You’d burned for him since you were old enough to understand what lust was, and now you were so close to having him, you could practically taste him.

His hand was rough against your calf as he reached beneath your skirts to sweep up along your leg. Your thigh. Your skirts bunched about your waist, the cool night air dancing along your bared skin. You shivered at his touch, at the gentle way he caressed your thigh, the way he swept his hand up to cup your backside. His fingers traced back down over the curve of your backside, up and over your thigh to disappear into the darkness between your legs and then—

“Oh!” You couldn’t hold back your gasp as he slid his fingers thorough your curls, then thrust a single finger inside you to tease you where you ached the most for him, where you positively burned for him. At first, you tensed against him, but then he did something with that finger, stroked something very sensitive and highly pleasurable and your gasp melted into a purr. 

He bent to seize your lips once more, his tongue thrusting into your mouth in time with the finger he thrust inside you. He swirled both. Drew both back only to come at you again. The pleasure twisted through you, billowing like smoke, bubbling like boiling water, filling you with a yearning you’d never experienced before. Everything inside you was so tight, you were almost afraid you’d shatter like glass before much longer. 

Raymond wasn’t at all gentle as his thumb brushed the pearl nestled within your folds, nor did you wish him to be for when he teased that bead, a bliss so raw and sweet tore through you, all you could do was cling to him, your fingernails biting into the sweat-dampened skin of his shoulders, while you shuddered beneath him. 

The harder you dug your fingernails into his skin, the harder he teased, and the hotter the fire burned. Your mind went blank, the inferno inside you raging out of control, your body ravenous for his and demanding his to soothe that need swelling within you. You rocked your hips to meet him, to savor the pleasure pulsing through you now. Oh, you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted him before and so you caught the bindings of his trousers to tug open.

He shuddered against you when you found him, when you wrapped your hand about that sleek, hot part of him to stroke. You were’t shy, nor did you hesitate, but instead you moved along that thick length and smiled as he moaned into your mouth, as he moved his finger faster inside you and his thumb harsher against you. You explored that part of him as best you could, considering how you burned for him.

With a low growl, he slid his finger free, fumbled slightly in his haste to tug your hand from him, and a moment later—

The pain came swift and sharp and mercifully short-lived and then he was inside you, pushing his way deeper into you, moaning low as your body slowly accommodated him, slowly allowed him full entry. You squeezed him, smiling as you pressed your knees against his sides. You had no idea he would feel so thick, so full inside you, that he would only seemingly barely fit you. You trembled around him, murmuring, “Oh, my love… yes…” as he seated himself and went still against you. 

Your name floated to his lips in the softest of whispers, and his kiss came lingering and sweet as he gave you a moment to acclimate to having him inside you. Then he thrust, and your knees clamped tight against his sides as you moved with him. This wasn’t quite how you envisioned giving him your virginity, but you didn't mind as his lips claimed yours once more. It took you a moment or two to adapt to his rhythm, to meet his thrusts, but when you did, he shivered against you and a low moan rose in his throat.

He moved more easily inside you now, your arousal combining with his to make each thrust silken, more sensual, more absolutely wonderful than you could have ever possibly imagined. Oh, you could so easily become spoiled by his lovemaking, by the absolute bliss he introduced you to with each one of his powerful thrusts. You looked forward to many, many more nights spent this way, and wondered what else you could do that would feel just as sinfully sweet. What he could do to you. What you could do to him. Oh, you would love discovering all of it with him. 

Your insides knotted in a manner more delightful, more wickedly delicious, than you could have ever imagined. He surged harder, thrust deeper and as you teetered on the edge of nirvana, he drove hard to shove you into he abyss.

“Raymond!” Your voice rang out into the darkness and you didn't care who heard you as he thrust hard and with a guttural oath, his body spilled into yours. He shuddered hard against you, his hip grinding up into yours, his release hot and powerful and unlike anything you ever felt before. You melted around him, your thighs firm against his ribs, your body greedily squeezing every last bit of pleasure from both you and him. 

He sank against you, his breathing rough and ragged and smoky about the edges. A soft kiss swept along your neck and he whispered, “Je t’aime. Je t’ai toujours aimeé, ma chérie…”

Tears stung your eyes at his confession. Brushing your lips against his ear, you murmured back, “Je t’aims aussi…”

He trembled against you, fighting to slow his breath, and then, with a low grunt, he withdrew and you shivered at the loss of his fullness inside you. You expected him to stretch out beside you, to gather you in his arms and spend the rest of the evening planning your future together, lying entwined beneath the inky black sky spattered with twinkling stars until you drifted off to sleep in his arms, secure in his love.

But, to your surprise, he got to his feet, tugging his trousers back into place as he did, then crouched to swipe up his shirt once more. As he drew the linen over his head, he said, “You should try to sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us come the morning.”

You just stared up at him. “But… but, I thought that you and I—”

“Nothing has changed. I will still see you returned to your father.” 

Your eyes stung as he turned and walked back toward the fire, leaving you to sit there, hands folded in your lap, your skirts winkled and creased from being bunched about your waist while he took his pleasure. And as you tried to make sense of what had just happened, the skies opened up. 

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Heaven and Hell

Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017)

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader, Fem!Reader x Original male character

Word count: 2888

Warnings: Language, angst, arranged marriage, sexual references, slight religious/spiritual symbols and references.

Summary: From the imagine “Raymond has lost all hope of love and completely shut his heart down after losing everyone he has ever loved. Until he meets you.” 

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It had been four months now since Raymond had returned home. Every night and he saw that dreaded beach, and could feel the Mute biting into his flesh, ripping skin from his neck. The smell and taste of blood would still linger around Raymond as he sat bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring down him. When would the dreams stop? Unconsciously, every time Raymond had the dream and he would run his fingertips over the scar, feeling it tingle. 

Raymond trained his men, barking demands at them in the field. Then he would drink in his study, trying to drown out the memories. Hellfire burned in his mind, making him re-live the scene of every murder he had committed. It was the same endless cycle, day in and day out. Somewhere inside him, Raymond hoped for another war, just to break out of the monotony of what his life had become. Even his sexual appetite seemed to have disappeared, abandoning him to a never-ending world of darkness and repetition. 

***

You smiled as you walked swiftly to the training field to meet Henri, your fiancée. In your hands was a basket, filled with cheese, bread and an assortment of locally picked fruits, such as apples and grapes. 

The day was bright, with the midday sun leaving a soft warmth in the air. It was now late spring, almost summer. Your favourite time of year when all the plants were at their brightest, baby animals began to venture from their nests, and days grew longer. 

You were taking a short break from your sewing so that you could come and spend time with Henri. He was the same age as you, and the two of you had known each other since you were children. Truth be told, you loved Henri, but it was your family who had pushed for your matrimonial union. Otherwise you would have been just as happy remaining friends with him. After all, you knew deep down that his heart would never truly belong to you, but to a woman named Lucille. 

Raymond de Merville, the Baron’s son, was giving out demands to his soldiers, pacing in a line before them. You waited patiently at the door to the main armoury, watching in fascination as the soldiers sparred. 

Suddenly you noticed Raymond’s eyes study you. “What is that woman doing here?” he snapped. 

The men all looked at you, and in those moments you felt a huge blush hit your cheeks. 

“She is my fiancée,” Henri announced. He then requested to temporarily leave the training session to see you. Raymond rolled his eyes and reluctantly agreed. 

You smiled at Henri. “I was hoping we could spend lunchtime together. I made some food for us, to enjoy while the weather is good.” 

Raymond couldn’t help but keep his attention locked on you and Henri for a few seconds, and he listened to your sweet voice offer such kindness. He had had a fiancée once, but lost her to another man. The thought of her made him snarl and he felt a pang of disgust hit him, and he pushed it all away. 

It wasn’t long before Raymond stood his men down for their lunches, allowing Henri to sit with you. The two of you spoke about your upcoming wedding, and you couldn’t help but notice the way Henri hung his blonde head. The smiles curled his lips upward, but there was no spark in his eyes. And by the time that Henri had had his fill of food, he excused himself away. 

You watched him walk away towards the long path which led up to the barns. He was heading to see Lucille. Of course that was where he was going. 

With a sigh, you pulled together all the foods and put them back in your basket. 

In the corner of your eye and you could see Raymond watching you. He was sat alone, whilst the rest of the twenty or so men all sat in pairs or groups. All of them were eating, accept for Raymond. 

You walked toward Raymond, feeling your heart begin to race. His icy eyes were always intense, scaring you. “I have some food left if you would like some, Sir Raymond,” you said softly. “Please take what you’d like.” You placed the basket down. His eyes grazed over the basket and then lifted to focus on you. 

“You do know that Henri has his sights set elsewhere?” Raymond asked coldly. “Some woman up in the barn.” 

A lump rose in your throat. Despite you not being in love with Henri, you still wished that he would at least attempt to play the part of your fiancée, and not make his lack of interest in you so obvious. 

Raymond watched your expression as your gaze flitted back and forth, not quite sure where to rest. Your lips quivered. That feeling of being second best – he knew it all so well. 

“I know not to bother making him lunch again,” you said, finally being able to speak. “I may as well make it for you as I assume you would be more grateful for the effort.” 

“And the company,” Raymond replied. 

Those words made a tingle race up your spine. His voice was deep, and as it hit your ears, it was like pure velvet wrapping around you. You looked at him, allowing yourself to study him properly. Raymond was a handsome man, easily being in the middle of his fourth decade. He had a long, sharp nose, thin lips, and a steadily growing beard. He certainly looked and acted more experienced than Henri. 

***

The next day, and the next, and the next, you prepared food, but instead of giving it to Henri, you chose to sit with Raymond. You waited until Henri had disappeared for his rendezvous with Lucille, and sat with Raymond. None of the other men ever spoke to him outside of training, you noticed. But each lunch time, he gave you a smile as you offered him food. 

On the fourth day, you asked Raymond why he never brought food. 

“I am not always hungry, or in the mood to eat,” he replied. 

You couldn’t help but look at the large scar on his neck, which he had sustained when away in battle months earlier. Stories of Raymond’s ordeal had circulated around the village, but no one seemed to know the exact details. 

He noticed you studying his scar and smirked. He liked it when you studied him as he had observed over the last four days since meeting you that you tended to look away from him most of the time. Raymond could not deny that he found you attractive, and that longing to bed a woman was starting to rise. But you were betrothed to another, albeit a man who did not truly want you. Raymond at least honoured that. 

“You must eat, Raymond, to keep up your strength. I’m glad that I ventured down here now, even if my husband-to-be would rather be with another woman, I know that you are eating something, at least,” you said sadly. 

“Why are you marrying him?” Raymond asked bluntly. 

“Our families have been friends for years, and so have I and Henri. Our fathers arranged the marriage, wanting us to wed. And it seemed like a good fit; I do love Henri.” 

Raymond noticed you look at the grass beneath yourself as you said the words ‘I do love Henri’. 

“I’ve always supported him in anything that he has wanted to do.” 

“Is he there for you in return?” 

The question hit you hard in the chest. You knew the answer but could not bring yourself to vocalise it. Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffed, looking away in embarrassment. “I should return to my mother now. I’m sorry to keep you, Raymond.” 

“You are not keeping me.” He then said your name softly. 

You looked at him and his gaze bore through you, as if he were undressing each and every part of your whole being. A shiver raced down your spine and butterflies flapped in your stomach. How could this man beckon such a huge tidal wave of arousal within you? 

Raymond’s lips parted, but he held the words back. 

“Goodbye, Sir Raymond,” you said softly, and turned to leave. 

Raymond watched you walk away, following the path back up toward the main village. However could Henri ignore your kindness? Your sincerity. Your innocence. Whenever Raymond was with you and he felt that child side of himself rise. The memory of all the hellfire disappeared, leaving a shaft of heavenly light, with you at the centre. 

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You did not come to see Raymond the next day, and so he felt nothing but disappointment in his heart. At lunchtime, he grit his teeth as he watched Henri take the walk towards the barns. To have a woman be devoted to him, even though she was not in love, and still tried to make a worthy wife. Raymond could only imagine what you would be like with a man you actually loved. 

The next day and you were missing again. What had happened to make you disappear? Raymond craved your company. Even though your meetings only lasted less than an hour, he had grown to finally appreciate company again. His mind would keep going off on tangents, searching for you. 

Raymond trusted Auben, his second in command, and asked him to speak with you. To go to your home and ask for your presence at dinner, with him, at the de Merville chateau. 

Dinner time came, and finally Raymond heard a knock on the door of the main dining hall. The head cook announced your arrival. 

You stepped into the hall, looking around at the stag head on the wall which was mounted above a huge fireplace. In front of the fireplace was Raymond, who got to his feet in order to greet you. “I’m glad you came,” he said. “I wished to show my gratitude for your company the last four days.” He looked at you, clothed in an emerald dress which seemed to bring out that beautiful sparkle in your eyes.

“You didn’t have to do such a thing, Sir Raymond,” you told him, taking a seat just down the table from him on his left hand side. “I’ve enjoyed our time together and wanted to make sure you were eating.” 

“Why did you stop coming?” Raymond asked. Sometimes his questioning was blunt and to the point, catching you off guard. 

You sighed, looking down again. “I…I know my place with Henri. His heart belongs to Lucille, and I will only be his wife in name only. But I still want to honour him as my fiancée. Going to see you was becoming inappropriate, even though I have been concerned for you.” 

“Then why did you come tonight?” 

“I don’t know,” you whispered. 

Raymond got to his feet and walked to your chair, looking down at you.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, beating so loud that you were terrified that he could hear it. 

“I know why you came. Despite wanting to honour Henri, you still hope for something true. You want a man to love you, treasure you, put you at the centre of everything in his life.” 

Tears fell down your cheeks at the sound of Raymond laying everything down before you. Of course that was what you wanted. You had wanted it since you were a little girl who was old enough to understand the ways of the world. 

“Such a stupid thing to dream,” you sobbed. 

Raymond whispered your name. “In a world of hell, you have become my heaven.” 

“We barely know each other, Sir Raymond,” you told him, feeling that all too familiar stir lower down your body. No man had ever made you feel so aroused. In fact, you had kept your maidenhood preserved, as was expected. “I really do not feel this is appropriate at all.” 

You shifted away from him and got to your feet, again averting your gaze from him. 

Raymond growled. “Henri is a fucking fool.” 

“You have known me for no more than four days. Our conversation has been brief, so you surely cannot say that you feel something for me? Unless it is company warming your bed that you require.” 

A smirk grew on Raymond’s face. He had seen the fire inside you rise on a few occasions when speaking with you. There was a flame in your eyes, and in your words. That flame would make sure that no one took advantage of you, either physically or of your virtuous nature. 

“Do you think Henri cares that you are here?!” Raymond roared. “When each day that you have visited me, he has been off fucking her in the barn. The man has no honour.”

“And you do?” 

“You may not think highly of me, but I will not allow you to remain in their shadow. For all the kindness and honour you show toward him, you could be showing that to another man who would walk through hellfire for you, and make sure you remain as pure as an angel heaven sent.” 

“Raymond…” you whispered. You looked at him, seeing a sadness rise in his icy blue depths. It was a sadness you had not seen before. The very sight of him being so open made you step forward and then reach out, cupping his cheek. “I am not worth anything to anyone.” 

“You are to me. What little heart I have been given has always found its way to those who have broken it. I want you to have it, and I will be that man you have always wanted.” 

“You needn’t be anything more than the man you already are,” you told him. 

Raymond rushed at you and kissed you hard. It felt as if you were melting away, merging with him. His tongue was hot and demanding in your mouth, needing and wanting. 

Heat flared in his gut and down in his breeches, rising so high that he was sure his self-control would snap. Your body was pure perfection beneath his calloused hands, and he wanted to get at it all. 

“We cannot, Raymond,” you whispered sadly, pulling away. You kissed his brow softly, and then peppered his face with pecks of love. “The arrangement has been finalised. I marry Henri next month.” 

“Henri can marry his woman, and I shall marry you.” 

“Please…Find someone else more worthy than me. I am destined to be Henri’s wife, even if not the one who has his heart. I cannot change that.” 

Raymond was still holding you tight. “I was to be married, and I loved her. But she left me for another. Our wedding was arranged, but she left me, days before we were to meet at the altar.” 

“Then please, do not let this go any further. I will not be the reason for you having a broken heart again. Let me go.” 

“I know you feel something for me. Why else would you have come tonight? I am sure that you and Henri have never shared a kiss like that.” 

“That is the first time I have ever kissed a man.” 

Raymond couldn’t help himself and kissed your cheek, then moved down to your neck. 

You felt electricity surge through you and you clung to him so tight. The waves of pleasure and the gathering tempo at the juncture of your thighs made you groan.

“Let me in, my love, and we can experience heaven together,” he whispered. 

You put your hand to his cheek. “Please don’t hate me. I can’t dishonour Henri and my family. Try and understand.” 

Raymond bowed his head, feeling the mixture of anger and sadness rise. It caused a ball of pain to form in his throat and he pulled away, remaining silent as he turned his back to you. 

You felt nothing but guilt for causing him such pain. True, you had barely had time to know each other, but something was pulling the two of you in closer, an unseen force that knew you were destined to be entwined. 

Without another word, you slipped out of the hall and exited the chateau. It was dusk now, with only a thin strip of golden light hanging on the horizon. You sighed and then took in a deep breath, ready to head home. 

A chill was beginning to set in now and it refreshed you, cooling off the humidity of the day. Thoughts of Raymond would not leave you, as they had not done now since the first meeting you had with him. The man had burrowed himself into your soul, and you knew that any resistance to him was going to be incredibly difficult. 

Once home and you undressed into your night slip, having lied to your mother and father, telling them you had spent the evening with Henri. 

When your head hit the pillow, you gazed out of your window, watching the stars twinkle high above. Maybe in another life you and Raymond could have meant to be together. For this one, you would have to make do with your family’s arrangements and with being second best. 

(To be continued)

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Imagine that you and Raymond de Merville work together. He has had a crush on you for months. When he finds out your boyfriend has been treating you badly, he beats him up. (Modern AU)

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Through New Eyes.

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Fandom: Pilgrimage

Pairing: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual references

Summary: You kiss Raymond at a new year banquet, and that kiss sparks something exciting and new inside him. From this head canon post, and requested by @middleearthpixie

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A new year. New opportunities. New ventures. That was what your dear mother had always told you, and it had become something you held onto. Working day in, day out, at Baron de Merville’s chateau meant that new opportunities were hard to come by. Hope was still ignited inside you, and even when you had a bad day, your father still helped you keep hold to your mother’s words. 

Banquets were common at the chateau, and it often meant you working until the early hours. You kept tankards of ale overflowing and bellies full of fresh food. Tonight was the annual new year banquet, bigger than any of the others. Serving girls hurried to and fro, keeping their masters happy and in a cheerful mood. 

Snow was falling heavily outside and had been now for some hours, meaning that an overnight stay was inevitable. It was the same as last year and all you serving girls wound up camped in the kitchens and main hall. A couple were warmed by the company of the Baron’s knights in their chambers. 

Raymond, the Baron’s son, was present tonight, unlike the last two years when he had been away and out of the country, fighting a war on his father’s behalf. He was a strange man to understand; one day he would be snappy and bark orders to you like you were a dog, and then the next day he would show a kinder side towards you. 

By the time that it came for the main well-wishing chorus of merry men shouting to a new year, you were beside Raymond. Some of the men pulled serving girls to them and offered a kiss. However, you noticed that no one offered you a kiss, and no one offered Raymond a kiss. On impulse, you leaned in and placed a gentle peck on Raymond’s lips. 

His ice blue eyes glared at you for a few seconds in question. A warm blush crept onto his cheeks. “What was that for?” he asked. 

You smiled at him, amused by the shock on his face. “Well, it is a new year and that is the way to offer someone high hopes of joy and peace. I would wish for nothing more than that for you, Sir Raymond.” 

Raymond couldn’t help but smile back at you. Those words hit him hard, causing a heat to stir inside him. No one had ever wished him such things, besides his long-passed mother. All she had ever wished for her boy was peace and love in his life. 

For the rest of the evening, Raymond replayed the kiss in his mind. His eyes watched you as you continued on with your duties. He studied your movement; the sway of your hips and the swish of your hair. Why had he never noticed this before? As he watched you disappear back into the kitchen, he placed his fingertips against his lips, trying to recreate that sensation of you against him. 

Long after midnight, all the men began to disperse from the room. Raymond stayed behind, lingering at the window. Serving girls dashed around him, picking up plates and tankards. He watched the drifting snow as it came down from the heavens. Had his mother sent this night so he could have a chance with you? 

You heard your name being called and followed the voice, only to see Raymond turn toward you. 

“The weather is treacherous tonight. Would you care to remain here?” he asked. 

“Yes, the girls and I have already begun making arrangements to set ourselves…” 

“Perhaps you would be warmer in my chamber,” Raymond said, his eyes now wider. 

A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine and you felt your hands shake, almost dropping the large platter that was in them. “Oh, I would be honoured, Sir Raymond.” You offered him a smile, which ignited a blush. 

“Continue on with your work. I shall wait.” 

In the kitchen, Lucille, your best friend, saw your demeanour. You had stopped at the large table which was central to the room. 

“Is there something wrong?” she asked. 

“I…I don’t know…” you began. “I’ve been asked to go back to Sir Raymond’s chambers.” 

A few other girls stopped and looked, overhearing the conversation. 

“Sir Raymond?” someone exclaimed. 

Lucille placed her hand on your shoulder and smiled. “Be careful.” Her words were in reference to some of the other girls who had been treated badly when in the company of the knights. However, something told you that Raymond would not harm you. The man may have appeared cruel among his men, but to you there seemed to be a withheld kindness that shone through. The very fact that he was waiting for you in the hall made your argument in his favour all the clearer. 

Raymond was indeed still waiting for you when you finally finished your duties. He offered you his arm, and you held it, feeling so tiny against his tall and broad frame. 

The two of you remained quiet as you walked the hallways back to his chamber. There were general shuffling sounds and dull chatter coming from behind the closed, wooden doors. 

When at Raymond’s chamber, he let you inside first. 

You took a huge intake of breath as you looked at the large, four-poster bed in the centre of his room. A sudden sensation made you jump; Raymond’s hand lingered on the base of your back. 

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said. 

You sat down on the edge of the bed, nervous as to what the night would now hold. Would he be forceful? 

“Do not be afraid,” he said quietly. “I will do nothing against your will.” 

He must have sensed your nervousness. You looked upon him, having always found him incredibly handsome, and on instinct, you got to your feet and wound your arms around his neck. 

Immediately Raymond threw you into a hot kiss. His arms wrapped around you, beckoning you to him so your bodies could touch. The kiss was hot, demanding. And as Raymond pulled away from you for a second, he looked upon you. “Why did I not see how you beautiful you are? Before tonight and I was blind. From this night, I now see you through new eyes.” 

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Hi again, Fizzy! I came here with a new prompt idea...

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Raymond and "I can't pretend anymore."

(This will just be a short piece. I'm not going to tag anyone. I hope you like it. Oh, and I'm really sorry for the delay on getting this out. I've got a lot of requests to get though. This little piece also goes along the main plot of Wrong Place Wrong Time where the reader time travels to 1209AD. ENJOY!)

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Ever since you had appeared in the village two months prior, having somehow slipped into what could only be described as a time slip, Raymond had had his eye on you. Interactions were intense; his gaze smouldered and you tried desperately to keep yourself away from him.

Raymond had even sought you out, asking for you to prepare his horse at the stables. The man scared you, having the reputation of being brutal and cruel. However, you somehow sensed something sad within him. It had long been your thought that he was hiding something painful beneath all the brutality.

That morning and you received word that your duties had been changed. No longer would you be working in the dairy barn and stables, you would be at the chateau. The head of the stables, Henri, reluctantly dismissed you, urging you to report to the head maid.

The head maid, Lucille, was stern, but had a kind air around her which you noticed as she picked out a new apron for you. "Raymond asked for you specifically, quite out of the blue. So I have been preparing for your arrival since yesterday evening, and only managed to report to Henri about the change at dawn this morning," Lucille explained. "You are to report directly to Raymond every morning and he will give you your duties."

As you ascended the stairs, ready to meet Raymond, you felt your whole body shake from head to foot. In an anticipation, or fear, you didn't know. Or maybe both. You held a tray with a hot cup of tea and breakfast, which you had asked Lucille if you could prepare, potentially to act as a peace offering.

You tapped at Raymond's door, the tray of food and drink clattering slightly.

"Good morning, Cherie," Raymond said, quite different to his usual demeanour. He seemed pleased to see you.

"I...I have brought you breakfast," you stuttered.

Raymond let you step inside, and you placed the tray down on a small table at the end of his bed. You could feel him standing behind you. It was as if there was static growing between you both, and you could almost feel him.

"I know you avoid me," Raymond said softly. "I am not a stupid man."

You closed your eyes and felt shivers of anticipation and arousal surge up your spine. "Raymond," you whispered.

His hands were cupping the tops of your arms and his warm breath wafted down the side of your neck, evoking a whimper from you. "You know there has always been something between us." His voice was quiet, deep, and it wrapped around you like sweet velvet.

"I cannot pretend anymore," you replied, feeling all self control break.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (Part 1) - MASTERLIST

Summary: You find yourself in 1209AD after a science experiment has gone wrong, and you are now making a new life in a small village in France. However, Sir Raymond de Merville has his eye on you and will not take no for an answer. You both embark on a passionate love affair which leads to Raymond’s downfall.

Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017)

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual references, violence, bad language, sexual language

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Wrong Place Wrong Time - Part 2 - Chapter 3

The masterlist to the first part can be found here

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Summary: You find yourself in 1209AD after a science experiment has gone wrong, and you are now making a new life in a small village in France. However, Sir Raymond de Merville has his eye on you and will not take no for an answer. You both embark on a passionate love affair which leads to Raymond’s downfall.

With Raymond dead, you find your way back to 2017. Now heavily pregnant with Raymond’s child, things take a strange turn and you find out that Raymond’s promise to come back to you as crossed many centuries. 

Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017)

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual references, violence, bad language, sexual language. 

Comments/Notes: This fic is being re-uploaded. It was originally written on Tumblr for my old blog and then put on to AO3, so I’m now trying to put all outstanding fics from AO3 on to here. 

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England, 2017

That night and you slept soundly next to Raymond, never waking and the nightmares not visiting you. It was Raymond’s presence back in your life that forced all the bad things away, and brought back that light which had been missing the last five months you had been without him. 

The next morning and you woke to feel Raymond’s hand brushing down your cheek. He was looking down on you as you woke from your dream; in your dream and you were flying, watching a flock of birds drift through the air in silence beside you. You smiled at your husband and he leaned down, kissing you gently, whilst rubbing your stomach, needing contact with both you and his daughter. 

“They’ve been asking about her at the lab where I work,” you told Raymond. He shifted back, sitting up. His eyes narrowed at the very thought of anyone questioning you in such a manner. 

“What did they say?” he asked. 

You sat up from your lying position, propped up against your pillows, and brushed a hand through your hair. “They wanted to know how and when I got pregnant…and by who,” you replied. “I just told them I was already pregnant when I originally went to your time. But they seemed to know I was lying.” 

“What does this mean for her?” Raymond asked. “I will not have them touch her, or you.” 

Tears began to fall down your cheeks as you pondered such a question. “I…don’t know,” you told Raymond. “There were talks of taking her when she’s born to do tests because of the effects the machine had on my body and on her. I was pregnant when I came back through so they think the machine could have affected her as well as me. They’re bribing me with money to not speak a word but go in for testing. They’re offering me two million.” 

That fierce fire was burning in Raymond’s eyes. You had missed that fire within him so much. “Do not accept such a bribe. If they had their way then they would take her away from us.” 

“This was why I was thinking of adoption. I wanted to try and run away somewhere, have her, and put her up for adoption, so they can’t track us. But I can’t. I’m her mother and should fight for her every step. She belongs with us.” You could feel her moving inside you as if responding to your words, thanking you for your resolution to keep her. “But while we’re here they won’t stop hounding me. They threatened me that if I don’t keep up with the meetings then they’ll find me and make sure I do what they say.” 

Raymond shifted forwards towards you. “We’ll find a way back to where we belong. I’ll make sure you both get back.” 

As he said those words you kissed him and pressed your forehead to his; you knew what he meant by saying ‘both of you’. He was prepared to sacrifice himself again. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. This time I fight to honour you. We all go back together or not at all. I needyou, Raymond, so much more than you realise.” 

You could see tears swimming in his eyes as you told him you needed him. Those words were so poignant for him to be told. Just to be told that he was needed kept him alive, and kept him fighting. 

In bed that morning you both began planning your return to France in the year 1209AD, where you wished to live in peace and raise your baby daughter. 

“I have another meeting tomorrow morning regarding what happens when she’s born. They think that the changing of timelines may have affected the present and need to check our radiation levels,” you told Raymond. 

“I will be beside you,” he insisted. “If I have to force my way into that building, kill every person inside just to get you through and back to France, then I will do it.” 

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You and Raymond walked hand in hand down the busy street towards the high rise building where you had worked for nearly three years as an assistant technician. Things went on inside that building of which you had been sworn to secrecy, including the very experiment which had sent you through time to France, 1209 AD. You knew that escaping the clutches of this company now that you were back in your present time and pregnant with a man’s child who had died in 1209, was going to be impossible. They wanted to experiment on you and the baby. Bribery may have been their way of sweetening you to comply, but you knew that the money would never get to you and you would become a lab rat for the rest of your life. The company were just waiting for your daughter to be born. 

Raymond fingered the kitchen knife in his pocket, prepared to take down whoever got in his path to see you and your baby safe in 1209. 

You had yet another meeting with senior bosses to talk about your pay out, which you ultimately knew you would never get. They would resort to kidnapping you if necessary to run their tests. 

You made your presence known in the reception area downstairs which was brightly lit and had a young, dark haired woman, with plenty of cleavage on show sitting behind the desk. “Can I help you?” she asked, looking you up and down, mentally judging you. You had always hated this woman; sometimes you would see her in the staff canteen upstairs and she would roll her eyes if you tried to be polite. 

Using his stealth, Raymond rushed behind the desk, grabbing the woman around the mouth, and dragged her into a small stockroom which was just behind the desk. The woman hadn’t seemed to have noticed the unauthorised entry of the mysterious man who had accompanied you. 

Raymond tied the woman up using her tights, gritting his teeth in anger as she tried to resist. You darted into the room to help Raymond, holding your hand to her mouth so he could finish the job and make sure she was restrained. 

Next step would be security, having to get through an airport style operation that you had been required to be subject to whenever you entered the building. Usually there were only ever two men at a time at the main checking room, one of them scanning bags and clothing and the other completing body searches. Sometimes there was an armed guard just behind the door, and today was lucky for you. As you made your way into the large room, using the stolen ID pass from the receptionist, where all the scanners and equipment were for detecting weapons or explosives, there was an armed guard sat down reading a magazine, not taking much notice to who was passing by. 

You walked in, faking a smile and nodding your head politely. Obviously you and Raymond had not, as of yet, been detected in the building. 

Raymond moved from behind you, punching the security officer square in the jaw and then nose, knocking him to the ground in a pool of blood from a broken nose. He pulled the gun from the guard’s utility belt and aimed it at the other two men who were standing by the scanning machines. 

You knew that there was a room just to the right of the main security hall and inside it held replacement equipment, and required a pass to get in and out. “Give me your passes!” you ordered, stepping up to the men and reaching out across the belt where the trays moved. “Give me your passes and get in that room.” Raymond kept the gun aimed at the two men, one being a young, fresh faced man, reminding you of Henri, and the other looked around Raymond’s age with shoulder length, shaggy hair. 

Once the two men had complied with your orders, you raced through the winding hallways with Raymond towards the CCTV room. Surely someone would have noticed you by now and raised the alarm. But luck seemed to be on your side so far. When inside the small room which was filled from floor to ceiling with screens, you found the guard asleep who should have been conducting his duties. The man, who was surely near pension age, was snoring away, a cup of cold coffee next to his arm on the desk. 

Raymond dragged him off the chair, watching as he opened his eyes, terrified and confused. You pulled a piece of cord out of your pocket and began tying the man’s hands behind his back whilst Raymond attempted to quieten his protests. 

By the time you had both made it down towards the main, central hub where the machine was held, all the people you had come into contact with had been restrained or locked into rooms of which they had no way out. Surely, however, there was back up and you would both be noticed, acquired and reprimanded. 

As you were about to let yourself and Raymond into the huge lab area, where a few people in white coats were dashing back and forth, you felt him tighten his grip in your hand. He looked at you, smiling weakly and placed a gentle kiss against your lips. “Whatever happens from here, know that I love both you and our daughter,” he said, choking back tears. 

You knew that he truly believed he would not go through with you. In his eyes was the sad truth that his duty was to protect you and your unborn daughter, and if it meant him sacrificing his life and onward years with you, then he would do it to keep you both safe. 

“I’m not going through without you,” you told him. “If it means I have to stay here because this all fails, or I die trying to get through, then so be it. I’m not being parted from you again.” 

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Wrong Place Wrong Time - Part 2 - Chapter 4

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Summary: You find yourself in 1209AD after a science experiment has gone wrong, and you are now making a new life in a small village in France. However, Sir Raymond de Merville has his eye on you and will not take no for an answer. You both embark on a passionate love affair which leads to Raymond’s downfall.

With Raymond dead, you find your way back to 2017. Now heavily pregnant with Raymond’s child, things take a strange turn and you find out that Raymond’s promise to come back to you has crossed many centuries. 

Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017)

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual references, violence, bad language, sexual language. 

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I'm not tagging anyone as this is just a re-upload from AO3 and also from my old blog, where this was originally posted.

England, 2017

You took a deep breath as you and Raymond both raced into the lab, looking up at a huge machine, white and imposing as it took up the whole of the centre of the room and touched the ceiling. Around it were people wearing white coats, some in complete white suits as they inspected the machine, stepping in and out of it through the air tight door. The air smelt sterile, almost like a hospital. Echoing on the air was a loud hum which came from the many mechanisms going on inside of the machine itself. 

Instantly you noticed the head scientist who was sat to the left hand side and his eyes locked on you. “You can’t be in here!” he shouted at you, getting to his feet. “You had your access repealed.” 

“This is my access,” you hissed at him, pointing at Raymond who was holding the pistol in his hand, reading to fire if need be. “Now, seal the doors so no one can get in or out,” you demanded. “You’re going to send us back to France, 1209. And if anyone follows us through, you’ll be killed on the spot. He’s trained in killing anyone who crosses him.” 

A scientist, wearing a complete white suit attempted to get out of the main access doorway but found themselves on the floor with a bullet in the chest. “Anyone else dares fucking move and he’ll put a bullet in you!” you screamed at the people in front of you, who numbered six or seven. 

Another person moved to the side, trying to make a quick dash to the security desk next to main console, but was also shot once through the chest. “She is serious!” Raymond shouted back. “I have no problem in killing each and every one of you to see my family safe back home.” 

“So he’s the father of your child?” the head scientist asked, sweat dripping down his brow as he could now see that your threats were serious. “But you got pregnant when you went back.” 

“How I got pregnant is none of your damn business!” you shouted again. Feeling intense anger race through you, you pulled the knife from Raymond’s pocket and lunged at the scientist. “You’ll send me through, Franklin.” Your use of his name made him wince. He could see the warmth that you had always shown drain from your eyes. In fact, he had always quite liked you in the time you had worked together, thinking you were one of the better suited people to the job that you did. 

“If you go through, it may kill you. You’ve already been subject to a blast of radiation and charged particles twice. A third time…” Franklin began. You looked around at the rest of the scientists who were all still. 

“You’re lying!” you shouted at him. “You’ll send me back!” 

“I’m serious, a third time may be too much for your body to take.” 

You raised your first at Franklin, gritting your teeth. 

“Please, don’t. I’m telling you the truth,” he begged, raising his hands as a shield. “Listen to me. I wouldn’t lie to you about this. We still haven’t perfected the use of this machine, you know that. It’s why you were sent back before, and we were lucky enough to locate you and bring you back. Do you want to not only kill yourself but your unborn baby?” 

One of the other scientists walked slowly towards you, taking off their protective helmet. It was Karen, a middle aged woman whom you had always respected. She had trained you, been kind to you when all the others were arrogant and been your confident. “He’s right,” Karen said softly. “We don’t know the effect this machine will have on you and the baby.” She then looked to Raymond. “If you love this woman then you won’t let her go through.” 

“I love her more than life itself,” Raymond said softly, his voice breaking. He looked at you, tears welling in his eyes. “My love, you can’t.” 

Your heart began to break in your chest and you wept as you saw the tears fall down Raymond’s cheeks at the prospect of losing you and your daughter. “I can’t. If we stay here we’ll be parted. We’ve come too far now. They’ll lock me and the baby up, send you to prison for what’s happened today. I’m not going to be apart from you again. If I die, I want to die in your arms and know you’re free, back in France where you belong.” 

Karen stepped towards you and then looked at Franklin. “Don’t stop them,” she instructed. “Sweetheart, you know I’ve always been blunt with you, and told it like it is, this really could be fatal for you and that baby.” You looked up at her and then to Raymond, his face wet with his grief. 

“Please, do not,” he begged. “Living separated from you but knowing you’re alive would be just about bearable, but I could not live knowing I had allowed you to do this and it had taken your life.” 

You stood straight and sniffed away the tears. “No, we stay together as a family.” You took Raymond’s hand and kissed it. “This is my choice; you died to honour me and now I’m willing to do the same.” 

“You can’t be serious!” Karen cried out. “Please, don’t!”

“I’m no going to live the rest of my life without my family and as a lab rat. I would rather die next to him, and with my daughter still a part of me.” 

You grabbed the gun from Raymond’s limp hand and aimed it at Karen. “Open the door. Now!” 

Karen and Franklin complied with your demands that day, shutting you and Raymond into the machine. Upon its activation, with an intense white light all around you in the small air tight room, you clung to Raymond. 

Next thing you knew, you felt intense pain engulf you, making you scream. The scream was so loud and forceful that it ripped the skin from your throat. 

*

France, 1209 AD

The sun was shining down on you and it was all you could see behind the outline of Raymond’s head and shoulders as he fell to his knees with you in his arms. The pain had stopped, and you felt warm, comfortable and at peace. 

He kissed your head and rocked you back and forth, his weeps becoming lost on the gentle wind. Then you focused on his face, trying to reach out but realised you could not move your right arm. That was all you remembered as you lost consciousness. 

Raymond took you back to his family estate, carrying you out of the forest and following the river down towards the village which was in the distance, about a mile away. He cradled you close to him, kissing your head and praying to whoever was above that you would survive. 

By the time that Raymond arrived at the village and approached his estate, guards came out of the home. One of Raymond’s previous lieutenants, Auben, came marching out of the front of the house. “Raymond?” he called out, shocked at the appearance of his commander. “But, you are dead. We buried you.” 

Raymond couldn’t care less about his re-appearance in the village and the confusion that it would no doubt cause. He shoved past Auben and took you, his unconscious wife, up into the back bed chamber where he had lived for many years, and also it being the place he had made love to you for the first time. 

Auben followed Raymond up the stairs, calling after him. 

“Get me anyone who is trained in medicine,” Raymond spat at Auben. “I don’t care who they are, get them all in here now.” 

You drifted back and forth, seeing many swirling shadows above you, faces looking down at you and voices. But out of it all, you kept hold to Raymond’s voice. Sometimes you woke to pain and then other times you woke to complete peace and warmth. 

Raymond never left your side, despite Auben keep pestering him to discuss his re-appearance. Until one morning Raymond got up from his seat which was beside your bed. “It was obviously not my body! I am alive! That is the last word I will have said on it. If my father is dead then the estate falls to me, and if that is the case, get out! Leave me with my wife!” he bellowed. 

One of the many healers who had been too and fro the last two weeks came into the room to check on your arm which had sustained harsh chemical burns. He bowed his head to Raymond and began changing your bandages, noticing that  you seemed to be healing adequately. You also had a large burn down your back as well, which meant turning you over and placing cool, moist bandages under you. 

“How is she?” Raymond asked the elderly man in front of him. 

“She is healing well. And the child is moving, which is good news. She has much strength inside her, my Lord, considering she was on the brink of death when she first came to us.” 

Raymond couldn’t help but raise a weak smile and then look up at the healer. “She is the most amazing woman I have ever met. And it is such an honour and pride to call her mine.” 

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You finally woke fifteen days after your arrival to the village, and this time you remained awake. Raymond was beside you, as he always had been, and smiled in relief. You felt nothing but peace wash over you as he leaned down to you and placed a kiss against your lips. You let your left hand drift up his face, still unable to raise your right. 

“She’s alright. I can feel her moving,” you told Raymond as you parted from your kiss. 

Suddenly a bolt of pain hit you in the pit of your stomach, making you arch up off the bed and put pressure on your back burn. You cried out in pain, causing Raymond to jump up, terrified. 

A healer soon appeared and raced inside, inspecting you. “My Lord, she’s going into early labour.”

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Mine To Own (5)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Fandom:Pilgrimage 

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Misogyny, a little fluff, sexual references, brief smut. 

Summary: You are to be married to Raymond de Merville - an arranged marriage between your families. When Raymond finds you, having run away, you know you have a lot of explaining to do. Will you ever reach any kind of agreement with your husband-to-be, and ever feel any kind of optimism about your newfound future? In the last chapter, Raymond has called off your wedding in order to protect you from a future he fears will be him becoming his father. With the requested prompt "When tomorrow comes, will you still be here?" by @lathalea

Comments: If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, please let me know. As always, if you enjoy, please consider a reblog. :)

You lay on your side, most of your body bare to the candlelight which danced through the room. Raymond was on his back, his breath still hitched. After your sudden rise in passion down in the dining area, you and Raymond had retired to his chamber to participate in another three rounds of love making.

"You hide your sexual drive well, Cherie," Raymond chuckled. "I had no idea you could even outdo me with your stamina."

You giggled like a child, feeling joy and contentment settle in your chest and stomach. Raymond's smiles were almost constant now when in your presence, a very sharp contrast to his previous demeanour.

However, a doubt rose in your mind. A doubt which had been there all along since he had begun to show more warmth towards you. "When tomorrow comes, will you still be here?" you asked sadly. You rose from the sheets and turned your back to Raymond.

"What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled by your sudden change. "Of course I will be. I have no plans to become a ghost overnight."

"The wedding is off now, which means you have even less ties to me. I've come to feel things for you, Raymond, things I never expected to feel. And it now makes me very aware of the freedoms you have, not that marriage would have stood in your way. I was stupid to think that you would feel any kind of loyalty towards me."

Raymond got up from the bed, his ice blue eyes still studying you as you began to dress quickly. He moved around the edge of the bed towards you and grabbed your arm, stopping you picking up your shoe. "Did you not hear what I said in the dining hall?"

Your tearful eyes looked up to him. "I did, but I don't know if I can believe that. You've changed these last days, but to change that much, and all for me? You're right, I live in fairytale hopes. Maybe I hoped too much that you could be faithful."

"A man can change for the better, Cherie, and I believe you have helped me with that. Allow me to love you and protect you."

"What will you tell your father now that the wedding has been called off, yet we are in the first stages of courting?"

"Fuck my father!" Raymond spat. "Nothing that comes from that man's mouth is honest or of good use. All he has done to aid me well is sign the contract for you to be my wife. I will not marry you as a sign of obedience to him; I will wed you as a sign of my love and devotion to you."

You got up from the bed and reached up, kissing him hard. The two of you sank down to the bed, your bodies becoming one yet again. Raymond could not get enough of you, now that his floodgates had opened to such a wonderful world. To love and be loved brought so much more satisfaction than the greed for meaningless sex, money and power. The way you openly gave yourself to him, smiled at him and spoke of your hopes for a future with him, it made his chest ache.

In the throes of your passion, as Raymond thrust back and forth, his body over you and in you, you knew you loved him completely. Everything felt perfect and so right.

You kissed down his scar, tracing from his temple to just beneath his eye. He exhaled as you did so, beckoning you to cherish him even further in your kisses and warmth.

***

When you returned home the next morning, your father glared at you. "Where have you been all night?" he shouted.

"I went to dinner with Raymond and then fell asleep. He must have taken me up to his bed as that is where I woke this morning."

"Do not lie to me! I receive word that he has called your wedding off! You disgusting harlot. He must have caught wind of you galavanting off into the night."

"Yes, he called the wedding off but not for the reason that you think, Papa," you shot back cooly.

Your mother remained quiet by the window, sat in her chair, sewing a new gown. Her dark eyes were wide in fright and for a few moments you stared at her, trying to beckon her to at least say something in your defence. But she knew better than stand up to your father.

"I arranged this union five years ago with the Baron. And now you have to mess it all up," your father continued, his voice getting louder.

"Get Raymond in here now and ask him why he called the wedding off. I was with him last night, Papa, if you must know. Yes, I'm a harlot, because I was in his bed. No one else's."

"He calls the wedding off but is still taking you to his bed?"

"We love each other and want to marry for that love, not at yours and the Baron's say-so."

Your father's face had grown bright red in his anger. "You've defied me for the last time, my girl."

He approached you, his hand raised. But you dashed for the door and ran, following the pathways to find Raymond.

By the time you got to the training field, you bent over and gasped.

Raymond saw you and strode over to you quickly, ignoring his men who were waiting for his next command. "Cherie?" he asked.

"Take me away somewhere, Raymond. I can't stand being here anymore. My father went to strike me because of the wedding being off. I told him we wish to marry for love and he thinks I'm defying him."

***

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Mine To Own (4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Fandom: Pilgrimage 

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Misogyny, a little fluff, sexual references, brief smut.

Summary: You are to be married to Raymond de Merville - an arranged marriage between your families. When Raymond finds you, having run away, you know you have a lot of explaining to do. Will you ever reach any kind of agreement with your husband-to-be, and ever feel any kind of optimism about your newfound future? The clock is ticking, with only 7 days to go until you say ‘I do’. Requested with the prompt of 'I did it to protect you' by @lathalea

Comments: If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, please let me know. As always, if you enjoy, please consider a reblog. :)

As had been your routine the last few days, you joined Raymond for lunch, a few hours ahead of your dinner together which he had asked for you to join him once again. Your last dinner together had been like the lunches; general chit chat with a chaste kiss to end the evening.

Raymond sat beside you in the training field, the two of you set away from the rest of the men. He was eating the lunch you had prepared him and couldn't help but watch you as you took small bites, showing signs of nervousness.

"One of the seamstresses came to see me this morning and said that my wedding gown is almost finished," you said, catching Raymond's gaze. The man still scared you, but somehow aroused you at the same time. His eyes were mesmerising, as if holding both the coldest and hottest of emotions. Flames danced in them. Ice sparkled in them.

He could see your hand shaking and sighed, getting to his feet. "Thank you for the meal," he said softly.

"Until tonight?" you asked.

"Yes, tonight," he replied, almost unsure of how to answer.

To Raymond's amazement, you leaned upward to him on your tip toes and kissed his stubbled cheek. He was speechless for a second and could only manage a smile.

As Raymond began training again with his men, he couldn't help but keep thinking of you. There was still fright in your eyes whenever he looked at you, and the longer he spent in your company, the more he realised that fear was something he could not bring himself to make you feel. You constantly reminded him of his mother; sweet, loving, kind. He looked down at his hand, curling it into a fist as he imagined blood dripping between his fingers, reminding him of all the lives he had taken. There was no way he could ever add you to that long list of lost souls.

***

You dressed for dinner, picking out one of your long gowns. It had been sewn by your mother and she always loved seeing it on you.

"My beautiful child!" she exclaimed once more as you twirled in front of her. "What is the occasion?"

"Raymond has asked me to dinner again."

Your mother smirked. "I see you are finally warming to him?"

"I am making the most of the situation, mother," you replied. "The wedding will go ahead whether I want it to or not, so all I can do is try my best and hope."

Raymond called to your home shortly afterwards and you felt breath catch in your throat at the sight of him. He was wearing a thick, navy blue tunic over his normal breeches. All of the training armour had gone. But each time you saw him dressed in such a way, it made you squirm a little more. His tunic was open slightly, giving you a view of dark hair on his chest.

The two of you walked back to the de Merville estate. He held your arm, and for once you felt the fear dissipate.

"I have something I wish to discuss with you once we reach the estate," he said suddenly.

You noticed that he had barely looked at you the whole time you were both in the village, walking through the main track ways towards the estate.

Inside the dining hall and Raymond pulled out your seat, poured a glass of wine and sat down opposite you. Three large trays of meats and boiled vegetables had been prepared and set down in the centre of table. Tumblers of wine were also on the table, along with bread and fruit.

"Is something wrong?" you asked Raymond. "You seem...distracted."

"I spoke with my father this afternoon and the wedding will not be going ahead." Raymond's tone was stern, as always, but seemed to hold a trace of sadness in it.

"Oh?" you asked. Was it disappointment you felt? You couldn't quite be sure.

"I am sure you're happy at the news."

"Can I ask why? Have I done something to offend you?"

Raymond looked at you quizzically. "I would have thought you would be full of joy at the thought of not marrying me. After all, it is why you left the village."

"But, why? Why did you call the wedding off?"

Raymond looked away, not able to keep eye contact with you. Then he got up from his chair and approached the fireplace behind him. He stood for a couple of seconds staring into the flames. "I know you fear me...I did it to protect you."

You got up from your seat and approached Raymond, reaching out to touch his arm. "Raymond...I..."

"I do not want to become my father," Raymond said softly, his blue gaze now finally on you. "I see my mother in you, the way you begged for me to not harm you. I saw her beg him more times than I care to remember, but he still hit her."

You reached up and cupped Raymond's cheek. "If you can recognise that in yourself, then you are not at all like him. The very fact that you have called the wedding off because you feel it's protecting me, that shows you are not like him. We can be happy together. I feel that. Unless I am not enough for you."

"Never," Raymond urged. "You deserve love, protection and someone who can hope just as much as you can."

"And you don't believe that man is you?"

"I've been hardened by war and death, Cherie."

"But not beyond saving," you told him. "You're strong, so much stronger than any other man I've known. Do not let yourself be taken over by the notion that love and compassion are weakness. They're far from that. You have that inside you; I feel it whenever you look at me."

Raymond took you in his arms and kissed you hungrily. Both of you groaned into each other and your bodies began to mould, sinking into each other.

The food began to grow cold on the table as you straddled Raymond and the two of you became one. He was inside you, warm and loved. Groans slipped past his lips as he rested his head back on the headrest of the chair and you kissed his neck, riding him. The groans spurred you on to move faster, and as you did, he let out that one final moan, signalling he had hit his peak.

The two of you settled together, breathing hard.

"Do you still wish to turn me away?" you asked, peppering his cheek in soft kisses.

He looked at you, his ice blue depths filling with so much warmth. "You have shown me what it is to hope. I want nothing more than to live the rest of my life loyal to you and make sure you never live in fear again."

***

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Oblivious (Armitage Summer Splash. Day 12)

As part of @lathalea and I’s Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 12. 

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: "How dare you." / Oblivious to feelings trope.  

Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017)

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff-ish.

Summary: You have been childhood friends with Raymond for as long as you can remember. Secretly, you have always loved him. On the night before he is due to leave for Ireland, tensions begin to build and you offer him a gift for his journey.

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say.

You had to see Raymond before he left Rouen. Baron de Merville was ordering his troops to move out of France and up into Ireland, and that meant Raymond leaving the town you had both called home since childhood. When Raymond had been sent to fight in the Crusade of Constantinople, it didn't feel final. This did. When Raymond had returned from Constantinople, he sported a vivid red mark down his face, just beneath his right eye. But he had returned.

Ireland was different. Baron de Merville had plans to take over some Irish land and settle there, fight if necessary. You would remain behind, trying hard to bury the burden of living without Raymond.

The leaving banquet began, and you remained next to your father, sitting down the other end of the table from Raymond. You couldn't help but keep gazing down towards him, trying to analyse his expressions and maybe read his mind. Was he thinking of you? Was he happy to be leaving you behind?

You began fingering the simple wooden heart, which was attached to a leather cord and hidden beneath your dress. Your father had crafted it for your mother upon their first meeting when barely teenagers, and now that you were without your mother, the pendant had been handed down to you.

About an hour into the banquet and you noticed Raymond leave the hall. Your father was busy chatting to a friend of his, so you slipped out of the hall and followed Raymond.

As Raymond reached the wooden door, leading out into the cold evening, he stopped. His head turned slightly, as if listening. He said your name. "I know it's you." Then he turned, his steel blue eyes meeting your gaze. In that moment he looked sad, but that flicker of emotion passed out of his face and he straightened himself.

"I wanted to see you before you left tomorrow," you said. "To....um....give you this...." You held your hand open, the heart sitting in your palm. "I know that you've never thought of me that way and always been oblivious to my..."

"How dare you," Raymond whispered.

You froze. What did he mean?

His eyes grew sad again. "I've always known. But war and my father have kept us apart. You deserve a man who can be beside you always and provide for you fully. I'm not that man. I've seen too much blood and death to be a good match for you. I cannot accept your mother's pendant."

"I loved my mother, and my father loved her. Love has passed through this pendant, and that is why I want you to have it. It'll remind you that someone loves you."

Raymond took the pendant in his gloved hand and gripped it tight. He closed his eyes for a second and then looked at you. "Of all the evils I've committed, you remind me of the good. You're the better part of me."

Then you felt his arm curl around your waist and pull you in closer. You couldn't help but exhale loudly, a sign of the pleasure you were feeling. You placed your hands against his chest.

Raymond took your lips against his. It was so full of fire and raw passion, of which you had never been able to explore. Both of you groaned beneath the kisses which you then peppered on each other's faces and necks.

"Let me come to you tonight," you rasped, the lack of breath having stilted your speech.

***

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We Found A Way. (Armitage Summer Splash. Day 29)

As part of @lathalea and I’s Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 29. 

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: “I never thought we would find a way to each other.“ / Vacation/holiday trope.  

Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017) Modern AU.

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Sexual/sexual as*ault references

Summary: As a lab assistant at a secret government facility, you time travelled to 1209AD, Ireland. And there you fell in love with Raymond de Merville. After being brought back to modern times, you found a way to then retrieve Raymond and have been teaching him modern etiquette ever since.

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say. This fic is for @linasofia after I broke her heart with yesterday's prompt. So I let her pick the character for today and she chose Raymond.

Raymond had been intrigued by everything. He was like an excited child; he messed with everything, had to touch and play. Multiple times you had had to stop him doing something stupid, like putting electricals in water and blowing the pair of you up.

Only the day previous and he had attempted to stick a metal fork in the toaster and nearly tripped the power. He was now forbid to enter the kitchen without you present.

Both of you sat in your now shared room. Raymond was on the bed. He turned and watched you tap away at your laptop. You were looking at trips away for you both, where you could forget the normal day to day living, and show him more of the modern, 21st century world.

Raymond watched you, letting his heart swell in his love for you. All you had ever been was kind. Even when he had been a bastard, intent on having his way with you whether you liked it not. When he had sniffed around you like an animal on the prowl for mating season. That was how he had been raised by his father; to pursue women and not hold them in particularly high regard as all their use was for was home making and having children. Now and Raymond saw that you, as a woman, were so much more than that. You had been patient with him, compassionate, understanding, and even stood your ground.

"I never thought that we would find a way to each other," Raymond mused, his French accent still thick.

"Mmm?" you said, turning around from your laptop screen.

"Our meeting was fate," Raymond said again. He got up from the bed and walked towards you, bending down to place a gentle kiss against your lips.

You gripped his arms as you both kissed. The fire was still there, like always. That part of Raymond had never changed. His fire, his passion and his resolve. But the more you studied him, the less malice and hate you saw in his eyes. Those steel blue depths seemed to be lightening, a new sparkle appearing a little more, day by day.

"Why did you come back for me?" Raymond asked.

You cupped his cheek, feeling his stubble beneath your hand. "Because I love you. After everything that happened when I was with you in Ireland, how could I just leave you behind?"

"How can you ever forgive me for the way I treated you?" Raymond asked, his eyes becoming more and more saddened by the memories of his overbearing sexual want of you. He remembered the dairy barn, when he had come so close to all his control snapping, when his frustration and rage had spurred him on. But something made him stop. Something made him take his hand away from the route it was taking up your inner thigh as you protested.

A voice. A distant, yet familiar voice.

Do not hurt her, my dearest.

His mother.

"Shhh," you ushered. Then you kissed him again, drawing him into an embrace. "There is nothing for me to forgive," you whispered. "You need to forgive yourself."

The planning of your trip was made redundant that evening. And instead, you made love to Raymond. The two of you enjoyed the movement, the pace and took everything slow.

You had noticed that Raymond's actions had become less forceful, and slower paced the more that you were physical with each other. He truly savoured your intimacy, making sure that you were pleasured and left satisfied.

And as the two of you settled down, you with your head on his chest, you both felt a wave of contentment wash over you. You remained silent for a minute or two, and then gradually you shifted up.

You traced the scar at Raymond's right temple to just beneath his eye, your index finger feathering his skin. "No matter what happens, I'll always find a way to you," you told him.

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