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This really is my roman empire tho.

Chapter 13: it's never too late to come back to my side

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pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 3.2k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love being idiots in love, mutual pining, some swearing

Summary: You and Benedict have been best friends since childhood, but things change dramatically once you come out in society. You’re struggling to find someone you’re as compatible with and who knows you as well as Benedict, all while trying to quell your ever-growing feelings for him. Shenanigans ensue.

A/N: ahhhh we're getting close to the end i'm so emotional i love them so dearly

August 15, 1814 - It has come to this author's attention that Mr Benedict Bridgerton will be in attendance at Aubrey Hall this year in time for his family's country house party. This comes after almost two months away in the countryside. Will Mr Bridgerton be shocked to find out that his best friend and his older brother have been courting while he was away? Or has he been kept up to date on the ton's happenings, perhaps by this very column? The lucky guests at Aubrey Hall will find out for themselves in a few days, and the remaining members of the ton in London will surely find out through Lady Whistledown's society papers in the coming week.

"Benedict it's been three days. You have to come downstairs at some point," groaned Hyacinth. She was tired of watching her older brother mope around aimlessly, refusing to participate in any Bridgerton-Beaumont activities.

Knowing bits and pieces of what had happened between you and Benedict, Hyacinth was inclined to leave him to rot in his room forever, completely unsympathetic to his low mood. However, she couldn't help but notice your eyes searching every room you entered, looking for your best friend, only to visibly slump your shoulders when you realized that Benedict had once again failed to show up. So, after three days of watching your disappointment grow exponentially, Hyacinth had taken matters into her own hands. Except for the fact that Benedict was not particularly enthusiastic about Hyacinth's efforts, lying on his bed with a half-open book on his abdomen as he rolled his eyes at his sister.

"Go away. I'm not going to play Pall Mall, just leave me alone," he responded, laying an arm over his eyes.

Hyacinth scoffed in response. "I'm not here to ask if you want to play Pall Mall, brother. If I were, you wouldn't have a choice. Not that you have much choice now, anyway."

Then, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him as hard as her eleven-year-old strength allowed, she tried to make him see sense. "Y/N is even more miserable than you are because you won't even come down for dinner. I don't care that you're the one who upset her in the first place, she wants to see you!"

Seeing Benedict move his arm away from his eyes and give her a questioning look, Hyacinth sighed, exasperated. "Yes, I know about that. Which is how I know you're making it worse by staying cooped up in your room while she's downstairs with no one to talk to."

"She can just talk to Anthony," shot back Benedict, knowing it was a weak argument even before the words came out of his mouth.

Hyacinth did all she could to hold back from screaming at her brother, who was being exceedingly petulant. "You are such an idiot that it's hard to imagine how you lead a semi-normal life," she settled for saying, knowing she would get a lecture if she used any stronger language.

Benedict rolled his eyes, but his gaze shot over to his bedroom door when he heard hushed voices just outside whispering fiercely.

"Yes?" he snapped, loud enough that the voices ceased talking. The door creaked open and a very sheepish-looking Theo and Bastian popped their heads in, stumbling into the room unceremoniously.

After slapping Bastian on the shoulder, only a tad aggressively, Theo cleared his throat. "Ah, excuse our entrance."

"We're here to talk to you about Y/N, obviously, but it seems Hyacinth has beat us to it," finished Bastian, scratching the back of his head.

Benedict grumbled some expletives that were most definitely not appropriate for Hyacinth's ears at the prospect of two of your brothers, and the most athletic ones at that, giving him grief for the way things had played out between the two of you. He was already nursing a piercing heartache and the insurmountable guilt of having ruined his chances at being with you by an ill-timed attempt at a kiss, and he most certainly did not need half of your siblings making him feel worse about it. Having Hyacinth in your corner, and therefore against him, was difficult enough.

"Well, go on then," Ben relented, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible so he could go back to wallowing in his sorrows. Perhaps his intense heartbreak would lead to some magnificent inspiration for his next piece, and he could find comfort in the fact that his art would be massively successful, even if he couldn't have you. A poor consolation prize, but a consolation prize nonetheless.

Bastian looked at Hyacinth pensively, assessing how crude he was going to be with such a young girl present to hear what he was saying. He knew she had probably heard it all before, given that she grew up with four older brothers nearby, but Bastian was hesitant to be the direct cause of any colorful language the youngest Bridgerton might employ. Deciding the benefits of being as direct as possible outweighed the possible lecture he would receive, Bastian spoke quickly, "We just think you're being a fucking idiot."

"Sebastian!" exclaimed Theo, hitting him on the shoulder again and ignoring that Hyacinth was currently dissolving into a fit of giggles. "What he means to say is that we think you're being rather foolish. Though the strength of Bastian's words do communicate how we feel about this, foul as they were."

"Why, thank you. I was sick with worry wondering what your opinion on my relationship with my best friend was," retorted Benedict, not able to help his sarcastic tone even though he knew your brothers were not the best people to provoke right at this minute.

"Don't forget your best friend is our younger sister, so I do imagine we're allowed an opinion," replied Bastian, wanting to keep Benedict in place.

Theo, the more level-headed of the twins, looked at Ben with what could have been construed as a look of sympathy if it weren't also laced with unimaginable anger. "We're quite serious, Benedict. We know what happened a few days ago in your studio. Why can't you just talk to her?"

Benedict sat up and put his head in his hands, rather sick of having everyone know his business. "How on earth does everyone know what happened?"

Theo and Bastian exchanged a glance, unsure whether they should reveal their source. But Hyacinth saved them from an explanation. Quite matter-of-factly, she explained, "Eloise overheard your argument pretty much in its entirety. And, of course, she told everyone. Though I'm sure the twins have heard some bits and pieces from Y/N herself, and perhaps Anthony, too."

Seeing Benedict look from Hyacinth to Bastian to Theo in disbelief, loathing that it was nearly impossible to keep a secret from his family, Bastian commented, "Perhaps if Francesca had been the one to overhear we wouldn't have known so much. But all the better for us that Eloise, quite inexplicably, knows absolutely everything about everyone."

Shaking his head, Benedict accepted the current predicament he was in. "Right, then. I'll have to remember to thank Eloise for allowing me to have this wonderful conversation the next time I see her. Regardless, this makes it easier to tell you that I can't 'just talk to her,' Theo. I can't act like nothing happened."

Bastian immediately rolled his eyes upon hearing Benedict's excuse. "It's truly a wonder your friendship with her has lasted so long. Of course she wants to hear from you! She always wants to hear from you. Even when she's upset with you."

"It's all she ever talks about, usually. How long until she can see you and talk to you about whatever trivial matter she wishes to spend hours talking about," added Theo, hoping to remind Benedict that you needed him. Twenty years of being best friends meant that you needed Ben even when the two of you were fighting. Especially when you were fighting, actually, since Benedict was the only person who knew how to properly console you when you were upset.

"They're not trivial matters," said Benedict defensively. He loved hearing you talk on and on about whatever plot hole was plaguing you, and he found it rather interesting, too, but now was not the time to get into that particular point. "Anyway, that doesn't resolve the issue. It doesn't matter if I talk to her or not, she still doesn't love me back. And I have been doing a splendid job so far of trying to get over her before she marries my brother, so if you could very kindly allow me to continue to do so, I would greatly appreciate it," he finished curtly.

Hyacinth scoffed, in disbelief at her brother's blindness. "She doesn't 'not love you back,' you big baby! I'm eleven years old, I shouldn't be the one telling you to grow up!"

"Hyacinth, stop it. That's unusually cruel, even for you," protested Benedict, feeling an almost physical pain at the impossible possibility that you might love him back after what happened in his studio. He had considered the possibility incessantly in his mind the past few days, of course. But to hear someone else say it, to hear the words spoken so clearly by someone else rather than hearing it in his internal monologue or seeing it written down in his sloppy handwriting in letters he had never sent, was enough to make him feel nauseous.

Up until fairly recently, his love for you had been quite manageable. Even unnoticeable, at least to him, for the first few years. However, now he was quite pointedly aware that every time his heartbeat faltered it was undoubtedly due to you, whether you had laughed in a particularly adorable way or worn a gown that made your figure look quite irresistible. And he had lost any chance he had with you because he was too overcome by his desire to be by your side in a more-than-friendly way and had had awful timing in attempting to kiss you. So, yes, Hyacinth was being quite cruel in his eyes. Even if the cruelty was warranted, seeing how you looked as distraught as he felt.

"I do believe Hyacinth is right," Theo spoke, causing the youngest Bridgerton to beam, radiant, beside him, contrasting Ben's positively ghastly expression. "Y/N has loved you for years. It's been painfully obvious to the rest of us, but apparently, you're too thick to notice."

Bastian piped in to agree with his brother. "Precisely. So we're spelling it out for you. She does love you back, you just decided to confess your love for her at an inopportune moment. If Eloise's memory serves her correctly," which earned him a snicker from Hyacinth, "Y/N never said she didn't love you back."

Theo nodded, "She just said nothing had been resolved. Which it hadn't. So resolve it."

As if trying to romance the woman Ben had been helplessly and irrevocably in love with for the better part of a decade was as easy as taking a stroll, Bastian shrugged and added, "It's simple, really."

Benedict swallowed thickly, hearing a loud ringing in his ears. He found he couldn't focus his eyesight on anything, vision growing blurry as his eyes aimlessly scanned the room. He had taken your abrupt exit from his studio as a complete rejection, a sign that he had ruined any chance of moving beyond the boundaries of the friendship you two had built so lovingly. But apparently, the rejection had not been because you did not love him back, but rather because Benedict had behaved quite like an ass.

The absolute bliss he should have felt was overshadowed by a tightness in his chest that he could easily attribute to fear. There was so much more to lose now. He was scared out of his wits that he'd mess up again and lose you in any way that mattered, friendship and all.

"But what if it's too far gone? What if I don't fix it?" asked Ben, voicing his fears shakily.

Bastian laughed dryly and Benedict felt it more than he would a physical blow. "That's not really an option, is it? That's our sister you're talking about."

Theo growled lowly, not opposed to resorting to violence when the matter concerned the possible heartbreak of his younger sister. "Fix it or we fix you."

And the two walked out, Hyacinth skipping happily in front of them, without acknowledging the garbled groan that came from Ben's throat. He would have to make it count, then. One last chance to make you his. To make a reality the only way he could truly be happy. But it wasn't an impossible task. He knew you better than you knew yourself, after all.

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You were making your way upstairs to your bedroom after another torturous dinner without Ben when Anthony touched your arm and asked if he could walk you back. It took less than five seconds for you to burst into tears and nod sorrowfully as he led you out of the sitting room where the rest of your families had migrated and were now settling into cozy conversation. Thankfully, no one else noticed, or at least didn't think to call you out on your sudden burst of emotion.

"It's going to be alright, one way or another," Anthony whispered as he led you down the hallway. And though he felt it was appropriate given the circumstance, he refrained from calling you darling or really any other pet name, knowing Benedict was usually the only one to refer to you as such, and thus it might cause you more undue stress.

"I know," you responded tearfully. "I just miss him."

You hiccuped and leaned your head onto Anthony's shoulder. As much as you enjoyed Anthony's company, you secretly wished that it was Benedict's strong shoulder you were feeling. But it didn't do to dwell on such matters now.

"Well, he did tell you he loved you," offered Anthony as the two of you climbed the stairs. "I think you're crazy to not immediately go after him." Perhaps he had been too worried about the fact that Benedict was an idiot to realize that you, too, were an idiot when it came to matters pertaining to your best friend and your very obvious love for him.

You shook your head decidedly. "He did tell me that, yes, but look at what's happened now," you said, flailing your arms in frustration. "He's ignored me for three days. You can't just say you're in love with someone and then not speak with them for three days!"

Anthony laughed softly when you sniffed sulkily, but you kept speaking. "It's too easy for Ben to swoop in after I've done so much work to get over him and found someone I want to marry," you gave the man beside you a pointed stare. "I don't just want to be with him when it's convenient for him. I need Benedict to actually want me and to prove that he wants me. Which he is doing a very poor job of at the minute because I haven't seen him since he confessed he was in love with me," you finished with a huff.

But Anthony was saved from having to respond, as Alex was waiting for you by your bedroom door, hands behind his back.

"Ah, Y/N. Just the person I wanted to see. Do you fancy a chat?"

Seeing that you didn't have much of a choice, you nodded and thanked Anthony, sending him on his way as you turned to face your older brother. "Very well," you relented.

The two of you went inside your bedroom and Alex, ever the unwavering presence in your life, closed the door firmly and crossed his arms as he stared at you. You were a tad nervous, not quite sure of what he was going to say. Ever since you had started courting Anthony, he had steered clear of the two of you, not exactly disapproving of the courtship, but not particularly supportive of it either. Needless to say, you were fairly surprised that he was being so direct with you now, asking to talk to you and staring you down in your room.

"Y/N," he started. "I mean this will all the love that I have in my heart for you, which is quite a lot, but you are being so, so stupid. It's almost painful to watch."

You were completely taken aback. "Excuse me?" you sputtered, not quite believing that your brother would speak to you like this. Although it was nice to hear him speak to you in any way at all, since you knew he had probably been holding back from saying this every time you spoke with him for the duration of your courtship with Anthony.

With a determined look on his face, a slightly furrowed brow, and downturned lips, Alexander pressed on. "You are so obviously in love with Benedict," and before you could protest, he continued speaking. "And he is so obviously in love with you, that I just don't understand the problem. He told you he was in love with you, from what Eloise has said, so I don't particularly see an issue now."

A flicker of confusion passed over your face. "He– What? What are you getting at?" you asked, knowing there was something else that Alex wanted to say.

It was imperative to him that you grasped what he was saying instead of focusing on how he said it. So he sighed a tad impatiently but spoke steadily enough that you wouldn't be put off by his tone of voice. "At the beginning of the season, I wasn't absolutely bricking it over my little sister debuting in society because I didn't think I would have to worry about you actually courting anyone. I just assumed that you and Ben would end up married, much like the rest of our families. In fact, I assumed you would be married already. It's mid-August now, and I thought you would have at the very latest married in June. Again, I mean this with a lot of love, but you're being a massive idiot. Every single person in our family can see that you're in love. So go be with the man you love!"

You were stunned. Alex had never made any indication that he thought that you and Ben would marry. But then again, perhaps you and Benedict loving each other came so naturally that he didn't need to.

Nevertheless, you shook your head adamantly. "I don't care what you thought, or what the rest of the family thought, or even what I thought! Benedict left me when I needed him, and Anthony was there for me–"

"So, you're marrying Anthony, then? You've decided you still want to be with him after all this?" asked Alex, on the brink of losing his seemingly endless temper.

"I don't know! Maybe? I haven't entirely decided, yet," you argued. "But it's either that or no marriage since Benedict hasn't exactly provided an alternative solution, and I would rather die than marry a man of the ton."

"But do you love Anthony?" asked your brother, voice clear as it cut through your rambling.

"Does it matter?"

"To you, it does," he responded firmly, but not unkindly.

And he was right. To you, it did matter. Perhaps not to Anthony, and perhaps not to Alexander, either. But to you, it did. Or it had, at least. And shouldn't it still matter? Even if you hadn't had the most linear season, and you hadn't found exactly what you were looking for. Shouldn't you still hope for love? And shouldn't you still fight for it, despite your best friend's terrible timing?

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Just like I said. Illegal adoption.

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Thorns of War ~ Aemond Targaryen X Stark! OC

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Chapter One

The braiding of her chestnut hair was the cause of severe annoyance to the young Stark girl, who wanted nothing more than to be running wild with her brothers playing with their wolf pups that were recently gifted to the children in a ceremonial presentation that dated back generations.

The Free Folk from beyond the wall would present the children of the Warden of The North with Direwolf pups on their fifth name day as a show of good will between the neighbouring peoples, the northern lord of Winterfell served as the pillar that stood between the Free folk and the Targaryen rulers of Westeros after all, they liked to remain on their good side. Rheyanna still remembers the ceremony that awarded her the wolf who slept at her feet this very moment. She stood before a group of three Wildlings, two men and a woman. While she didn’t remember the features of the men, her memory not finding any reason to retain such information, she didn’t think that she would ever forget the woman who held the then tiny bundle of fluff in her arms. She had striking red hair, a richer colour than that of her own mothers auburn locks, like the woman had her own personal fire surrounding her shoulders, battling off the cold, she also held this look in her eyes, shocking green eyes, the colour of wildfire. Rheyanna knew better than to share her instincts about the woman to her family, but if she didn’t know any better, she would have thought she was gifted her canine by one of the old gods themselves. The fluffy coat of snow-white fur was streaked with deep grey patches in random strokes along the wolf pup, and this became more apparent when the wildling woman set the pup on her feet and she began to march forward on her four paws, staring down the child she was being presented to. Direwolves are different than dragons in that way. Both are fearsome beasts in their own right that could bring about the death of a man before he even had time to unsheathe his dagger, but a dragon was a prideful creature, that bonded with a rider, but once that bond was severed it would bond with the next worthy contender, this is how the Targaryen warriors maintained the power of the dragons. A direwolf however, bonded with their human in an instance of connecting souls, the beast and its master became one forever, and this connection was one that not even death could supplant, legend has it that the old gods created the direwolf for the first humans, as extensions of their beings to protect them in the world the gods had given them.

In the instance that Rheyanna stared her pup in the eye she could read every thought in the pups eyes, judging Rheyanna’s character and in an instance the two souls felt their connection being sewn by invisible strings that knotted together to solidify their souls as one, and the direwolf trotted to the young child, where she lay down at her feet, and the hall of Winterfell erupted in cheers and applause, the young mistress had her wolf, her extension of her very being.

And now, four years later, it was springtime in the north, and the Lady Rheyanna, now nine years old, was preparing to leave the comfort of her family home for the first time. She was to be presented to the court of Kings Landing and meet The King, as well as her intended the prince. She tried her best not to fidget in her seat as her maid Arenna finished braiding her hair for the long journey south with her father and oldest brother. “There we are,” Arenna mumbled, she was a woman of six and thirty who had been serving the Stark family since Rheyanna’s mother married and brought the woman with her to Winterfell, Rheyanna was practically raised by the woman. “Beautiful braids to suit a future princess.”

Rheyanna was still a child, and her nerves sometimes had a habit of getting the better of her, her wary energy would have been well concealed had it not been for Raksha sitting at her feet, sensing her masters unease the wolf let out a deep whine, mirroring her worry for leaving the only place the two had ever called home. Rheyanna raised her eyes to meet her reflection in the mirror she was sitting in front of, she looked older than she was, her hair tamed back in the sophisticated style that was popular in the north at the moment, she was wearing lighter dresses than usual and she would be shivering had it not been for the hearth roaring in the corner of her chambers, the only thing that remained constant in her features were her eyes, strong, resilient grey eyes that met those of Arenna, who seemed to tear up in the reflection before she moved her gaze to the Stark cloak that laid on the bed. “Come now Rheya, it’s almost time to meet your father.” The Stark girl finally broke her nervous silence when she stood and turned to face the woman who was fastening her cloak over her shoulders, “The Prince, do you think he will be kind like father?” Rheyanna was wise for her age, and she knew her impending marriage was one of convenience, a union to solidify an alliance between the crown and its northern territories, she also knew that marriage among families of her rank weren’t always kind, she was aware of the stories of how some men treated their wives as less than, she was even at her tender age willing to fulfil her duty to her family and her king, she just hoped she wouldn’t be miserable while doing so. Arenna paused for a moment before kneeling before her Lady, a kind and warm look in her eyes, “Prince Aemond Targaryen was raised by a dutiful king and a most kind and gentle queen, he will make a wonderful husband to you little one, dragons are extremely protective of their treasure, and you Rheyanna are the diamond of the north. I have no doubt he will love and protect you, the same way you will, because-.” Rheyanna felt her nerves soothe into the background as she giggled “Because the wolf protects her pack, I know.”

The sun was at its peak in the sky when Rheyanna emerged from the halls of Winterfell into the noon sunlight, Raksha leaving her side for the first time that day to greet her elder brother, Cregan’s wolf, a great beast with black pelt named Akela. The two wrestled in the snow as Rheyanna walked past to greet her father, mother and brothers, all standing at the carriage that would cart her away from her homeland and into unfamiliar territory for however long, Rheya didn’t know. “There she is. You were almost so late we were going to leave without you.” Cregan was fourteen and loved to rag on his sister at every given opportunity, like he wouldn’t throw himself in in front of any conceivable danger to protect her. “You can’t leave without me I’m the reason we’re going.” Goodbyes were hurried as it was in fact Rheyanna who held the party from leaving so they were behind schedule, but a tearful goodbye was exchanged between Rheya and her mother as well as her other brother Benjen, as Rheyanna stepped into the carriage to ride with Raksha as protection on the road, and with the cold winds soothing her cheeks as she gazed at her home getting smaller and smaller in the distance, Rheya settled into her seat and Raksha laid her head on her masters lap, the excitement and nerves teamed with the lull of the carriage lured them both into their dreams.

It was ten days later when the carriage began its slow climb to the red keep, the windows of the carriage carrying the future princess had been locked tight for three days, and now she was accompanied by a guard, a young Karstark knight her father knew, who alongside Raksha acted as Rheyanna’s protection as they passed through the streets. Rheya was exhausted and lethargic from the travel but the news that they were approaching the red keep made her perk up as her nerves kicked up ten-fold. What if something went wrong? What if something went right? She didn’t have time to freak herself out any more before the carriage came to a stop and the doors were opened. She was immediately hit with the heat of the climate, being used to the cold temperatures she had grown up in all her life she felt her head spin as she took her father’s hand as he led her down into the morning air. She was quickly followed by Raksha who took up her dutiful position on Rheyanna’s other side. The red keep was huge, and far grander than she could ever have imagined, where Winterfell was large in length it didn’t raise too far from the ground, but this place seemed to reach to the heavens. At the soft urging of her father’s guiding hand Rheyanna began to climb the steps to the doors leading to her future, she allowed herself a moment to feel fear, feel uncertain, to be worried that she wasn’t ready for this, that her years of studying and training for this moment might not have been enough, but when she reached the last step and stood on solid ground, level with the doors that stood between her and the rest of her life, she let every plaguing doubt shrivel up and die on the steps of the palace. She was ready for this, she had to be. With one last look at her father, who nodded with a tightening grip on her hand, his silent promise not to let her fall, and a glance at Raksha, who seemed to implore with her kind, wild eyes that no harm would befall the young girl, Rheyanna stepped forward and the doors opened.

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Thorns of War ~ Aemond Targaryen X Stark! OC

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Prologue

Aemond Targaryen and Rheyanna Stark have been betrothed since the birth of the young northern rose to her father Rickon Stark, Warden of The North. They grew up apart, communicating only through letters, but when the young prince usurps the fierce and mighty Vhagar and loses an eye over it, Rheyanna’s Dire wolf Raksha comes to the young prince’s defence, nearly wounding Lucerys in the process, and she has a choice to make. Honour the pledge that her father made to bend the knee to Rhaenyra or honour the marriage she was promised to Aemond.

The halls of Winterfell were supposed to be silent that night, on any other night the last of the servants would be finished their duties, the guards would be diligently standing watch and Lord Rickon Stark would be in his chambers with his wife Lady Gilliane, pregnant with her third child now after their sons Cregan and Benjen. However, on this night there was no silence bleeding through the cold stone walls of the keep, there were rushing footsteps and hushed whispers, orders to move faster were drowned out by the strained cries and screams of the Lady Stark, for you see, Lady Gillane Stark was in labour with her third child, but the baby was coming too soon.

The pacing footsteps of Rickon Stark were quickly replicated by two pairs of smaller pacing feet following in his lead, all three Stark men anxious for news of the baby, or the mother, or anything, it had been hours now. No one was keeping track of the time but after what felt like an eternity the doors to the lords chambers burst open and the maester emerged looking relieved. “A daughter my lord,” he spoke with a drop of mirth in his voice, “Small and early, but healthy.” One would never have guessed that the news the maester had relayed was true. No cries rang through the room, the babe made no sound, the only way her father truly knew she was alive was the elated smile his wife wore as she held her little girl. Rickon let his strong hands caress his wife’s shoulders, an attempt to let her know how proud of her he was for enduring the complex labour and looked over her shoulders to gaze at the baby that was gazing back at him. Strong grey irises focused on the lords aging and greying features, the Stark eyes were accompanied by the brown hair of her ancestors as well as a healthy scarlet flush to the snow-white cheeks, she didn’t cry, the little lady didn’t have to, she merely observed the new world around her with careful, wise eyes. The silence began to fall across the keep of Winterfell as Lord and Lady Stark cuddled their children, a silence that was pierced by the cry of a wolf in the distance.

The following afternoon in the keep of Kings Landing, Queen Alicent Hightower sat fireside stroking the hair from the eyes of her baby Aemond, and Aegon and Helaena played at her feet. The doors burst open to reveal her husband, King Viserys smiling at his family while clutching a letter, the direwolf sigil decorating the broken wax seal. Words were not exchanged by the monarchs as Viserys handed off the letter to his wife in favour of picking up his oldest son.

‘Announcing to his majesty King Viserys I the birth of Lady Rheyanna Stark, Daughter of Lord Rickon Stark, Warden of The North.’

Alicent didn’t bother to read the rest, for she already knew the meaning of this letter and the gleeful look in the eyes of her husband. She simply sighed softly and smiled turning her gaze back to the babe in her arms, Prince Aemond Targaryen having not even reached his first name day was now betrothed to the Lady Rheyanna, The Northern Rose.

I’m back with some cheeky House of The Dragon content as this man has a choke hold on me and has ruined my life. Rheyanna’s direwolf Raksha is named after the wolf from the jungle book, this will make more sense in further chapters.

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Landslide - Eddie Munson X Henderson! OC

“How does it feel to be back?”

“Feels like if Alice went back to Wonderland as an adult, Everything is familiar but it all feels distorted, like something evil is waiting in the shadows to swallow me whole.”

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, smoking mention.

MASTERLIST // SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter One: The Hellfire Club

“Fucking Shitsticks!”

It is a well known fact of the universe that eyeliner was an invention solely created to destroy the world, or more specifically, Rose’s morning routine. Everything about this morning had been nothing short of traumatic, 6.30 am was celebrated with the grating sound of Hawkins FM blaring in her ears waking her up with Madonna, because of course it did.

What followed included an ice cold shower, not being able to decide on an outfit and her Walkman batteries deciding to kick the bucket.

Her makeup abandoned she scooped up her headset and marched her way into Dustin’s room almost making him fall from his desk chair. “Dusty where are the batteries ?” surveying the scene before her she noticed that he was messing with cerebro, meaning he was talking to Suzie, after a failed attempt to hide what he was doing, and a weak attempt at protest Rose grappled with the microphone connected to the super radio and made a polite “Hi Suzie” before turning to Dustin, her face the picture of unimpressed, “Batteries Dustin!!”

The honk of Steve’s car met with perfect timing as Rose slid the final battery into place before she grabbed her Sex Pistols denim jacket and sped out the door with a hug and “Love you!” for her mom and a pet for Tews.

The car ride managed to cheer her up, but only slightly as Rosemary found nothing more amusing than ripping the shit out of Steve Harrington and his relationship drama.

“Then there's Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she's going out of state for college. So its like, do I wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex?”

“There really are no ends to your whoredom are there Harrington?”

Steve was clearly trying to ignore the redhead in the back seat of his car but the look he shot her through the rear view screamed ‘Fuck You Henderson’.

“Robin, are you listening?!”

Robin was absolutely not listening, Robin was too busy trying to apply her mascara, a step Rose had forgotten that day, and and keep up with Steve’s whining at the same time.

“Uh, Yes?”

“What did I just say?”

“Something about sex with Linda.”

This was the moment that Rose let out the most exaggerated groan she could think of and flopped over to lay her head on the window. She was repeating senior year because when the abuse from her dad got so bad she eventually dropped out of her final semester, she hated that she had to come back to the same type of shitty school that she went to in Phoenix, with the same type of shitty students. Her brain, however couldn’t stay tapped out forever as she managed to be dragged back into the conversation by Steve.

“Look Rosie will agree with me, She returned Fast Times paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds?”

The following silence meant that Robin really would rather talk about anything else than what was currently being discussed, but Rose didn’t feel like letting her off the hook, so she sang the obvious that Steve was implying.

“People who like boobies, Robin!”

“Ew! gross. Don't say boobies.”

“Everyone likes boobies Rob, even Vickie.”

Much to Rose’s amusement the talk of boobies didn’t cease until Steve pulled into the parking lot of Hawkins High School and Robin made her great escape into the gym, Rose left Steve with a proper goodbye before stepping out of the car to see Max getting cornered by Ms Kelly, who was well meaning, but the guidance counsellor clearly couldn’t sense that Max would probably stare actual daggers into her chest in that moment if it were possible, so speed running across the lot, almost getting hit by two cars the girl swung her arm around Max’s shoulder and put her escape plan into action.

“Max, Jeez I’ve been looking for you everywhere, oh hi Ms Kelly, anyway so-” by the time Ms Kelly could get a word out the two redheads were already halfway down the gravel path to the gym doors and out of earshot. She could feel Max relax under her arm, grateful for the quick save from the nosy staff member.

“Thanks Ro.”

“Awe don’t mention it, trust me I know she’s pretty full on.”

The truth that only Max and her mother knew was that Rose had also been seeing Ms Kelly over all the shit that her dad put her through when she was growing up.

Letting Max disappear into the stands to meet up with Mike and Dustin, Rose climbed up the back of the stands to meld into the crowd. She locked eyes with Robin who was standing next to Vickie looking like she was going to vomit, or pass out, or both. Rose had just enough time to squeeze her hands in a weird groping motion in the air, mouthing ‘boobies’ to Robin who flipped her the bird and refused to look at her for the rest of the pep rally. Rose settled into the corner at the top of the bleachers to wait the rally out, she popped two Tylenol to help curb the mounting pain she could feel building behind her eyes and slipped her freshly juiced up Walkman over her ears, letting Stevie Nicks' voice carry her mind away from basketball and cheerleaders and everything else that was happening right now, it was just her and the music.

Cafeteria food was another level of disgusting and so Rosemary tried to avoid it at all costs, so on a normal day her diet consisted of snacks and cigarettes until she could make it home to eat something real, this meant that most of her lunch period was often spent people watching, or more specifically, Eddie Munson watching. After she met his gaze that day at her job he had slowly but surely been running marathons through her head, I mean what could she say, he’s hot as fuck but genuinely seems like a nice person, even a little shy.

She wasn’t one to be disillusioned, she knew she was attractive, those Henderson genes apparently decided to have a little bit of mercy on the girl growing up and even though her skin was littered with freckles, moles and other ‘imperfections’ she was still a good looking girl, which was possibly why Eddie managed to make a bit of a fool of himself every time he has seen her since that day. Sure they would talk every time Eddie came in to the video store but they had yet to actually hang out, but all the same it was clear as crystal that they were both infatuated with each other, about as infatuated as you could be with someone who was almost a stranger.

While lunchroom fiascos were not nearly as common as the movies would have you believe any commotion that did happen in the halls of Hawkins High almost always had Eddie Munson’s name written on it, and today was apparently no different as Rose heard the sound of stomping feet hitting cafeteria table and Eddie’s ranting and raving from the corner of the room where she sat with Robin. His eccentricities never failed to make her smile, and his silly little imitation of the devil even managed to draw a laugh from her, which didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie, he only just managed to throw a wink at the redhead while praying he didn’t look like he was seizing before he sat back down with his lackeys, Mike and Dustin included.

“You really drooling over Munson again?” Robin’s voice rang with smugness that Rose met with a playful smack to the head and a half hearted ‘Eat your food’ her eyes never leaving the table where the man in question sat. It was only when Eddie yanked the two youngest members out of the seats they were trying to remain glued to that Rose felt her brow furrow, from this close to them she could tell that he wasn’t trying to be malicious, but it was fun to mess with them all the same. So with her best pissed off look she marched her way over to the trio.

“Munson, want to tell me what you’re doing with my boys?”

All three of them jolted and shivered like they had been electrified, Mike and Dustin had faced three consecutive run ins with the upside down, but even so, Rose was kinda scary when she was mad. Eddie dragged his two unwilling disciples into a slow turn to be met with the unimpressed, cold gaze of the girl who leaned back on the table no one else dared touch, it had been Eddie’s table for the past 6 years.

The collars of both freshman were promptly dropped and Eddie was scrambling for the words, actually scratch that, he was scrambling for any words, because everything that came to mind sounded sinful or completely lovestruck, so he sat there like an idiot with a mouth like a suffocating fish.

“You ok Dusty?” she asked not letting her eyes drift from the man in front of her who was finally managing to compose himself under her gaze.

“Oh, yeah we’re totally cool, Eddie was just joking around, a little roughhousing, isn’t that right Eddie.” Dustin was searching for a way to ease the tension lest his sister and dungeon master start trying to kill each other, because he knew that Eddie would lose, and they had a campaign to finish first.

The friendly but also aggressive smack to the back that punctuated the end of Dustin’s sentence seemed to finally jolt Eddie’s soul back into his body because he managed to recover that charming grin that made Rosemary a little weak at the knees. The smile that graced her face in return was so warm that it was easy for the three boys to let out a small sigh of relief.

“Ok, well mom has book club tonight and Nancy is busy so I’m picking you guys up from Hellfire ok?”

She left them with a ruffle of both boys hair and a fond, if not slightly longing look at Eddie before she left the cafeteria to go to smoke out behind the football field, feeling his eyes following her out.

It took all of 5 minutes before she heard footsteps rustling the leaves that covered the ground surrounding the abandoned picnic bench. Rose let a smile creep up on her face as she stubbed out her cigarette on the edge of the park bench and exhaled the last of the smoke from her lungs.

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out behind the football field.”

The sharp intake of breath immediately let her know that it was in fact Eddie that had followed her out here, and she could feel the prickle of smug pride spark at the base of her chest, Rose made Eddie nervous, and she kinda liked it.

“You learn that for me princess?”

Oh, that was new. She finally turned so she was sitting cross-legged on the table facing the boy who stood at the edge, mere inches away from her.

“You think I read Lord of The Rings just to impress you Munson? That’s extremely presumptuous of you.”

Try as she might the smile that curled around the edges of her lips was inevitable and didn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. In the most courageous move of the afternoon so far Eddie found himself swinging his body around to mirror the girl in front of him.

“Oh definitely not princess, I just didn’t know you could read.”

Rose was almost too focused on the fact that he called her princess that she very nearly missed the light hearted jab, ok so the hottie had wit. The laugh she let out was loud and unintentional, and it made the butterflies in Eddies chest feel like someone had set off fireworks in their pockets.

“I’d be careful Munson, or next time I’ll swap out your Nightmare on Elm Street for Footloose.”

His mock offended look prompted more laughter from the red head, her giggles carving dimples into her cheeks as he continued to clown around, Dustin had clearly smacked some sense into Eddie because he had seemingly finally gotten over himself and decided to talk to his self declared ‘girl of his dreams’.

“So, what brings Princess Henderson out here to the land of the depraved?”

“How do you know I wasn’t looking for you Ser Munson?”

Just the thought of her looking for him, seeking him out and craving to be in his presence made his soul ache, to go from someone who nobody wanted to know to event having the idea that the girl who had consumed his thoughts for months was thinking of him too, it made him want to know everything about her.

Their playful flirting continued until the lunch break ended and the distant ringing of the bell caused the two to break their conversation to return to classes.

“I better go or else Mr Daly is going to hide my body beneath the bleachers if I'm late again.”

Rose got about three paces away before she felt a warm hand grasp her cold one, rings sending a shiver down her spine as she let Eddie twirl her body around and rest her back against the nearest tree. Ordinarily she wouldn’t feel comfortable letting anyone so far into her space so soon but things felt different with him, as sickening cheesy as it sounded she felt safe with Eddie, like he was her person.

“Let me level with you sunshine, I want to see you again, and we need another person for Hellfire tonight because Sinclair has some basketball game, play with us?”

A flush of heat overtook her cheeks as she thought about it, Dustin often came home retelling the epic tales of Eddie’s campaigns and she couldn’t lie and say that she hadn’t dreamed of the day that she would be invited to play. But she couldn’t, not tonight.

“I wish I could, like I really do but since Robin and Steve are going to the game tonight I have to work.”

The disappointment was palpable on Eddie’s face and she hated the feeling that festered in her chest at the way his whole demeanour dropped. Suddenly an idea. She let her fingers snake along either side of his face lifting his eyes to meet hers, choosing not to acknowledge the severe blush that coated his face at her proximity.

“Tonight, after Hellfire, my mom will be asleep super early and Dustin is staying at Mike’s, I’ll leave my window open.”

The lazy smile that graced Eddie’s lips made something deeper curl in her tummy, she could already tell what was running through his head and if she was being honest with herself she couldn’t find it in her heart to disagree.

“We can watch The Evil Dead… or just talk, its up to you, my room is on the ground floor. 11pm, don’t be late.”

She let her last three words ring out as whispers as she leaned into Eddie’s ear leaving him totally starstruck as she finally found the inner strength to walk back to the school, she was absolutely late for class, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

She was too excited for 11.

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Landslide - Eddie Munson X Henderson! OC

“How does it feel to be back?”

“Feels like if Alice went back to Wonderland as an adult, Everything is familiar but it all feels distorted, like something evil is waiting in the shadows to swallow me whole.”

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse

MASTERLIST // SERIES MASTERLIST

Prologue: Homecoming

Packing up your whole life into boxes was never easy, but making the phone call to your estranged mother that her abusive ex husband had finally kicked the bucket and left a financially and emotionally damaged 17 year old alone was harder, emotionally yes, but also logistically because when Claudia Henderson finally found the courage to move away from her ex husband with Dustin Henderson, only 9 years old at the time, she had no new address to leave for Rose, her 12 year old daughter, who came home that day from school to a note with only the words ‘I’m so sorry Rosie, I’ll come back for you’ written on tearstained paper. But her father decided to cut his losses and took Rosemary Henderson and disappeared before she could escape him too. This lead Rose to three days ago when she managed to track down the phonebook for her collection that had been amassing for the past three years, the white pages for every single state in the US, Indiana being the last , at first she was determined to find her mother so she could finally escape the man who had ruined her life, but now she just needed to find a home to go back too now that the sick bastard was finally rotting in the ground. Low and behold, Claudia Henderson, Hawkins, Indiana. This was it.

Shaking hands were dialling the numbers into the phone on the wall of the kitchen, two sustained beeps became three, became four, became a voice.

“Hello?”

She could have choked on the breath she was holding, because even now five years later, she would recognise that voice anywhere.

“D-Dusty? Is that you?”

Silence bled through the receiver that was clutched to her head like it was the only thing keeping her heart beating before she heard a muffled scream through the phone, calling for someone, calling for her mom.

This was Dustin, and he remembered her, even after all this time.

The next voice to come through the receiver sounded even more panicked than hers did, almost like receiving a call from beyond the grave.

“Rosie? Baby is that you?”

Rosemary didn’t have money for a flight to Indiana, she barely had enough money to feed herself most days but the only perk to having a father who died of a heroin overdose was that he always had drug money stashed away somewhere, and so on July 3rd 1985, the floor boards were ripped up, the money was ransacked and Rose’s world of belongings were packed up into her dad’s old Chevrolet Impala and she slammed the door on her childhood and began the 30 hour road trip from Phoenix Arizona to Hawkins, to start her new life.

The only eventuality that Rose had not accounted for upon her reunion with her family, however, was finally seeing them for the first time in 5 years in the parking lot of a burning Starcourt Mall, the very mall that Dustin had just spent all of his 4th of July in fighting Russians.

The orange glow was the first thing that drew Rose’s attention after she read the road sign welcoming her to Hawkins, her new home. Thinking back she could find no reason as to why she got so enamoured with the idea of seeing what happened but she called it a morbid curiosity, she had always had a fascination with disasters, maybe that’s why she decided to take a hard left into the lot instead of continuing down the road that would take her to her mothers house. The rain made it difficult to see at first but the wipers cleared the windshield just enough for two figures to stand out in the lights, a head of familiar curly hair trapped under a cap, he was so much taller than she remembered, but it was him. Rain be damned, Rose ripped open the car door alerting a few of the other people sitting in ambulances and a firefighter who was trying to tell her that she couldn’t be there but the only thing that she cared about in that moment was getting the words out.

“Mom!”

Her cry was filled with every emotion one could have when they find their only family stood outside a burning building, and when Claudia turned around to meet blue eyes that she had been missing for half a decade she was met with the sight of Rosemary Delilah Henderson, clearly not dressed for the rain in a green crochet top and long burgundy skirt, red hair soaked and clinging to her shoulders and neck running past the firefighter and straight into her arms.

Three Months Later

Life grew astronomically different after that night in the rain. Seeing as the Henderson home had no spare room for Rose she had spent the first two weeks of July sleeping on the couch before Dustin surprised her with a fully renovated garage, if fully meant a hack job done by a few kids and teens who had absolutely 0 experience. Once the horrors that she missed were finally packed away she got to meet the people who surrounded her small family, she met Dustin’s friends, Lucas, Max, Mike, El and Will, all kids who she immediately warmed to, especially El and Max, she had always wanted little sisters so she thought it compelling to take the two under her wing, she met Will’s Brother Johnathan and his girlfriend Nancy who was Mike’s sister, both nice people who were kind enough not to question the girl as to why she had only just shown up. And she met possibly her two best friends in the world, Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, which led her to where she was now, hopping out of the back seat of Steve’s car as he pulled up to Family Video, where all three of them were determined to score a job.

“You put your mom down as a reference?” Robin asked looking over the resume that Steve had handed her before he started driving, it was laughable but it was also a very Steve Harrington thing to do.

“Uh yeah. Why not? She’s, like, super well-respected.”

“That’s not a very iron clad defence Steven considering references are meant to be from people who you’ve actually worked for” Rose loved calling him Steven, because he hated it with a passion.

“You’re such a dingus.”

The store was run by possibly the greasiest looking manager imaginable, Rose had heard of Keith from Steve and Robin and honestly had she not been trying to get the same job as her two best friends she wouldn’t even consider working for him, he likes to leer, its creepy.

“Uh, just to be clear, we weren’t fired, you know. The mall burned down and, like, killed a bunch of people.” Robin tried her best to schmooze her way through this quite frankly bizarre interview process. Rose had thoroughly checked out of the conversation and was only brought back to the moment when Keith snapped his fingers in front of her face to get her attention before repeating his sentence. “Three favourite movies. Go!”

These answers had already been memorised since the morning so it took her no time at all to blurt out “The Shining, The Evil Dead, Lolita” she knew with the mention of at least two Kubrick movies and two horror films she had it in the bag, and Keith seemed satisfied with her answers enough to finally turn to Steve.

“You, go!”

“Favourite movies?” Steve floundered, clearly he was not paying attention either. She let herself drift away from the conversation once more as she began sift through the people browsing the movies, parents with their kids, girlfriends and boyfriends alike searching for something cheesy to abandon halfway through in order to make out instead, and in the corner alone perusing the new releases was possibly the hottest guy that Rose had ever seen, long haired with tattoos barely peeking out of the top of his Judas Priest t-shirt, not to mention the smile that hung on the edge of his lips as he decided to immediately skip over the new releases that he had been staring at since she walked in and instead snatched up the last copy of Poltergeist before making direct eye contact with Rosemary, who had been staring like a fool the entire time. The smile on his face quickly doubled when he realised that she wasn’t staring in fear or disgust like he was so used to, but as soon as he took a step forward to talk to her Rose had caught a glimpse of the time on the clock behind him, 4pm, shit, she was late to pick up Dustin and say goodbye to Joyce and the kids. Her latest skirt choice, a brown one she had made herself, twirled around her calves as she spun 180 degrees on her converse clad toes and began to march out of the store, hearing a distant “You start Monday Rosemary!” from Keith that she could only respond to by tossing a quick thumbs up over her shoulder before she began to run off in the direction of her home to get her car.

In the corner of the video store Eddie Munson stood stock still, trying to commit every single inch of the mysterious girl’s visage to memory, she looked like Stevie Nicks had stepped right out of his TV Screen, ethereal and hot as fuck in his opinion, but she had disappeared before he could say a word. He only caught her name when Keith had yelled it out when she was running out the door.

“Rosemary huh, Like the song.”

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Strangest Loser’s Masterlist:

IT Rewrite: Stay With Me (And You Can Dream Forever

Book One - 1989: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight

Book Two - 2016: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten

Twilight Rewrite: Fire in my Blood

Book One Twilight: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six

Book Two New Moon: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four

Book Three Eclipse: coming soon

Book Four Breaking Dawn Part One: coming soon

Book Five Breaking Dawn Part Two: coming soon

Anne with an E

Her Name ~ (Gilbert Blythe X Aurora Cuthbert OC!)

Prologue // Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve

Umbrella Academy

Once upon a time - Ben Hargreeves X Reader

Something just like this - Klaus Hargreeves X Blind! Male Reader

Stranger Things

Landslide Eddie Munson x Henderson! OC

Prologue: Homecoming // Chapter One: The Hellfire Club // Chapter Two: Vecna’s Curse // Chapter Three: Labyrinth // Chapter Four: Wonderland Syndrome // Chapter Five: Moon River // Chapter Six: The Dive // Chapter Seven: Flowers // Chapter Eight: Papa // Chapter Nine: Landslide

How to date a teacher - Scott Clarke X Teacher! Reader

Fade to Black - Billy Hargrove X Sister! OC (platonic)

Summer Lovin’ - Steve Harrington X Reader

Oh Ophelia (Spencer Reid X OC)

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Landslide - Eddie Munson X Henderson! OC

“How does it feel to be back?”

“Feels like if Alice went back to Wonderland as an adult, Everything is familiar but it all feels distorted, like something evil is waiting in the shadows to swallow me whole.”

Prologue: Homecoming

Chapter One: The Hellfire Club

Chapter Two: Vecna’s Curse

Chapter Three: Labyrinth

Chapter Four: Wonderland Syndrome

Chapter Five: Moon River

Chapter Six: The Dive

Chapter Seven: Flowers

Chapter Eight: Papa

Chapter Nine: Landslide

Coming Soon...

MASTERLIST

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I am once again ignoring my WIPs and opening requests again!

Don't worry, all of my rewrites are still being worked on and I have been considering editing some of what's been posted, mainly because I've been working on these stories since I was 17 and a baby writer and they're kinda cringy... but I digress.

I am now taking requests for multiple TV/Movie reader inserts.

Romance:

I will write for characters from the following:

Stranger Things

Anne with an E

The Umbrella Academy

Bridgerton

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Criminal Minds

Platonic:

I will write for character from the following:

Stranger Things

Anne with an E

The Umbrella Academy

Bridgerton

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Criminal Minds

Heartstopper

*please note that I will only be writing reader inserts with platonic relationships for the characters from Heartstopper given the ages of the characters (Charlie starts the series at age 14!!!)*

*I will also not be writing any NSFW and anything with strong themes of abuse or mental illness will be written at my disgression if I feel comfortable with the request*

Happy Requesting <3

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Hi hi hello,

I'm way too obsessed with Vox Machina rn and I saw you were taking requests and now I can't get this idea out of my head.

A reader who is usually super happy and reliable (sunshine personified) is super close with Percy and always reminds him to smile, that there's goodness in the world.

The party gets captured by soldiers or bandits who plan to torture them for information or something but reader who loves her friends too much to let them die offers herself in exchange for their freedom. She only gets to smile at Percy and remind him to be happy before he and the others are knocked out and dumped.

Can be angsty or a happy ending, I trust you to write something amazing 😊

Thanks

Percy angst! My man has that in abundance already but it never hurts (much) to add a little more.

Pairing: Percy de Rolo x Reader

Tags: angst, kidnapping, rescuing, injury, hurt/comfort, unhinged Percy de Rolo

A/N: I really hope that "unhinged Percy de Rolo" becomes a common tag in the fandom

Percy is a serious man, he's the brains of Vox Machina a lot of the time and, along with Pike, is the voice of reason

He doesn't lose his cool a lot or smile nearly as much as you think he should

So you make it your personal mission to make him smile and laugh

You have a very chipper and smiley personality so you and Percy are very much opposites

He thinks you're a little much in the beginning, but he gets used to your personality the more you travel together

You're definitely the one who makes him smile the most out of anyone in the group

He begins to smile at the smallest things that you do, and tries to hide his blushes around you, much to the amusement of everyone around him

You really do become his sunshine, the one who chases the clouds and the demons away

When your party is overrun and in way over your heads you offer yourself in exchange for letting the rest of them go

The bandits talk amongst themselves for a while, they can either kill you all and maybe risk their own people, or they can take the deal and make coin off you

Percy wants to interfere but you stop him quickly before he gets himself killed

You cup his face and kiss him, realizing that it's your first and very possibly your last kiss

You tell him to remember to smile every once in a while, otherwise he'll get wrinkles before it's time

Percy is about to respond when he, and the rest of Vox Machina including you, get knocked out and you get taken away

You're taken to the bandits camp, they discuss how much they can get for you

You're not sure how much time had passed but you start to hear shouting coming from the edge of the camp

You hear the sound of gunshots and you immediately know who it is before you see the familiar sight of white hair, slightly covered by some kind of mask

Percy is making his way trough the camp, shooting bandits left and rights, not killing everyone but definitely aiming for it

You can't see his face but you can only imagine his angry expression, and it scares you, you've never seen Percy like this

You see the rest of the group running behind him, yelling to him, but even if does hear them he's not paying them any mind

Once he sees you he runs straight for you, his clothes and mask covered in blood

When he reaches for you, you flinch back

He pauses and takes off his mask, his face now sad and worried, horrified that you would be scared of him

He slowly brings you in for a hug, repeating apologies to you

As you make your way out of the camp Percy is avoiding eye contact but still keeping close to you

Later that night you go see him, he's keeping watch, avoiding pretty much everyone

You sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder

You confess that you were scared back there

Percy tells you he's sorry for scaring you like that, he doesn't like to lose control like that

No, you weren't scared of him, not really, you were scared of losing him to whatever seems to have hold over him

His arm wraps around you, pulling you close into his chest, whispering how that's never gonna happen, you mean too much to him

Before he might have let himself sink deeper into that darkness, but not anymore

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