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misshella · 2 years

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Arranged Marriage. Part 3

It is a hard time, but you’ll overcome it together.

Please note that this is a fictional story.

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Female reader

WC: 1381

- What do you want to know? – he lifted his brows and pouted.

- Everything! – you said with eyes full of expectation.

- Everything… hm. – he repeated silently. – Okay, I was born in Octob…

- Wha… That’s not what I meant. – you slightly punched him on his shoulder.

- At least, it made you smile. – he looked at you and slightly smiled. You smiled back. You took his hand in yours and looked him in the eyes.

- I’m serious, Jongho. You are my best friend, I’m worried, you know. – you lowered your sight. – Please, tell me what is on your soul, I want you to speak and share your hard feelings with me. Please, you don’t have to go through everything alone. – you looked at him again.

- It’s probably the first time you talk so serious with me. – he smiled and sighed, his breath shaking. – Let’s sit on your sofa. – he offered and you followed him.

You were sitting in silence. You were looking at him waiting and he was softly smiling and looking at his hands which were placed on his knees.

He looked at you, laughed nervously and looked at his hands again.

- Don’t rush, take your time, it’s okay. – you said quietly and he nodded.

It was silent again.

- I… - he started and then stopped, smiled and sighed. You looked at him staring at your floor and wanted to hug him, you started reaching your hand and suddenly he said:

- Can we just sit in silence? – it was very quiet. His eyes were sad and exhausted. You smiled and nodded, now hugging him. He placed his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes.

He really appreciated that you cared about him and wanted to speak out about everything that was weighing his shoulders but felt he wasn’t ready yet.

You placed your head on his and also closed your eyes. You hoped you could at least give him some energy sitting like this and hugged him even tighter.

You felt you were slowly falling asleep.

* * *

You woke up in your bed. It was dark. You searched for your phone to look at the time, it was 00:10. You stood up from your bed to change your clothes and brush your teeth.

When you sat on your bed ready to sleep again, you saw a piece of paper on your nightstand. It was a short note from your best friend.

You read and smiled, eyes filling with tears. You sat on your bed for a moment with closed eyes and tears on your chicks. You felt relieved. Even though you haven’t been living the best life at the moment, you were happy to see Jongho relaxing in your company for some time.

* * *

It was 08:00 when your mother knocked on your door and opened it, you were still laying on your bed.

- So, you are awake? Good morning, my dear daughter! – she smiled.

You wanted to roll your eyes but she still was your mother who you loved despite all the disgust you felt.

- Good morning. – you said with a raspy voice.

- Get up from your bed and go wash because today will be very busy.

- Why? Are we going somewhere?

- Yes, yesterday we and Chois chose some places that would be suitable for the wedding ceremony, however, we decided that both you and Jongho should choose one among them. That’s why we all are going to look at them.

You gulped. The reality hit you again.

- Mother, - you quietly started. – Do we really have to… - but your words were interrupted by your mother’s “you have 15 minutes to get ready.” And then she went to her bedroom.

You sat in your bed and deeply exhaled. “I don’t want to cry, I must be strong, don’t want to be weak as always.” you thought to yourself. You stood up with angrily-positive energy and went to your bathroom.

* * *

- Good morning Mr and Mrs Y/L/N! – Jongho said as you were walking from your home to your car.

- Good morning to you too, Jongho! – your father said smiling.

- Hi! – he looked at you smiling widely.

- Hey! – you hugged him. – Your parents aren’t coming with us?

- No, they and my little brother had to go to our family gathering and they told me that I have to go and choose the place for the ceremony with you. – he said with a little bit of irritation. – But, at least, I’m spending time with my bestie today, I guess.

- I don’t think you fully understand that we are literally going to look at the places for our wedding. – you laughed.

- Yeah, that part sucks. – he smiled.

You were glad that your parents were busy with their car and didn’t hear your little conversation.

- Okay, everything is ready. Hop on, guys! – your father said enthusiastically.

During the ride, you were watching videos of some kpop groups and sometimes singing along. You were amazed by Jongho’s singing when he could hit all the high notes in your favourite girl’s group song.

When you were approaching your first destination, your father said:

- Can’t believe we are choosing a place for our daughter’s wedding. Our princess is going to be a married woman soon.

You looked at him in disgust but luckily he didn’t see it, but Jongho giggled silently hearing your nickname.

- Is that some kind of palace? – Jongho asked with confusion.

You turned your head to his side and saw a tall building of dark green and rose-gold colours. The building was decorated with statues on the roof and mosaic in the centre of it. Next, you saw a huge garden with statues in it.

- It used to be a palace one day, but now it’s just a place for different kinds of events.

- Oh… - Jongho said with rounded lips.

You hopped off the car and saw two people patiently waiting for you near the rose-golden door.

- I don’t think I like these colours. – you quietly said to your best friend with all seriousness.

- Me neither. This is a place for older people. We need something more of lighter shades and different colours, like milky white, maybe. – he made a serious expression as he was thinking hard.

Then you looked at each other and laughed.

- Shhhh! – your mother said with an angry look.

- I’m sorry, mother. – you said.

- Hello, Mr and Mrs Y/L/N! It is a pleasure to meet you! – a woman in a black suit said.

- It is nice to meet you too! – your father said.

Both you and Jongho looked at her with an innocent look.

- And you must be miss Y/L/N Y/N and Choi Jongho?

- Yes. It’s nice to meet you! – you and Jongho said.

- Great! Please follow me inside.

She told you about the history of the building, the events that were held here, its cultural value and many more. You all looked bored, even your parents. Jongho yawned.

- So… this is basically all. Do you have any questions?

- NO – all four of you said.

- Actually, we have five more places to visit, so we will let you know later if we choose this one. – your mother said with a smile.

- Of course. – woman said.

You all went outside, sat in the car and your father said:

- I felt like I was on a school ride to countries’ heritage places. – and everyone laughed.

The atmosphere felt lighter and you were glad that your father had a sense of humour. You even relaxed a little bit even though you were literally going to the next place to see if it suits your wedding ceremony or not.

You’ve visited all the places and both you and Jongho said that you wouldn’t want any of them to be the ones for the wedding ceremony. You were surprised when your parents agreed. You were glad that there you don’t choose any place, however, it meant, that there will be a second trip like this next time. The feeling of reality again stung you in your heart.

#ateez #ateez jongho #choi jongho #jongho #choi jongho x reader #jongho fanfic #emotional hurt and comfort #best friends #fluff #hiding feelings #soft jongho #soft reader

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mild-incompetence · 8 months

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I like how we don’t see Fizz completely until he has his horns covered and how Fizz also doesn’t wake up Ozzie until he has his horns covered.

That whilst he’s lying on Ozzie he is still almost completely under the cover. You can barely see the tip of his face and his arm.

But then the alarm goes off and he has hidden himself entirely under the sheet.

#helluva boss #helluva boss season 2 #youtube #vivziepop #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss ozzie #helluva Boss - OOPS #I need a fic about this immediately #some emotional hurt/comfort #if it gets written u have to send me a link

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starrystevie · 3 months

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"what are you doing," eddie mumbles in confusion, hair fanned out on steve's pillow, the moonlight streaming in giving him a hazy halo.

there's a hand on the side of his face and it's cupping his cheek, thumb stroking over his skin. it's soft, so soft, too soft. another hand is trapping his against the mattress, fingers trailing over his forearm before tangling into his own and squeezing tight. it's gentle, so gentle, too gentle.

eddie isn't soft, eddie isn't gentle. eddie isn't making love in a full size bed with wallpaper that matches the drapes. he isn't fluttering kisses in time with fluttering heartbeats and the fluttering wings of butterflies trapped in his stomach like the most lovely cage.

eddie is fucking at 2am when there's enough intoxication to make him look like he's worth it. he's rough and wild, quick and easy. a means to a barely wanted end because he's there and willing and with long enough hair to let people imagine he's someone else.

he should be caged instead of the damn butterflies. he bares his teeth and thrashes his limbs just to fight and see what he can get away with. he laughs loud and brash in the face of sweetness just to see anger, just to see hurt.

he has half a mind to think he's a feral animal that's hardly been trained, performing in some fucked up circus that charges two bucks to see him snarl and hurl insults at anyone who passes by. he bites at the hands that try to touch, try to feed, proving to the onlookers that he's only worth the pocket change they pay to see him.

but steve. he's holding his face like he wants to, holding his hand like it's the most important thing in the world. he's pressing kisses along eddie's jaw without any hurry, without any rush, kissing just to kiss. feeling just to feel. he's like a ray of goddamn sunshine even in the darkness that midnight provides, warming eddie from the inside out.

eddie wants to run. he wants to scream. he wants to feel like he's allowed steve's soft and gentle but he's-

"is this not okay?" and now steve's looking at him with all of whatever he's trying to give him lacing into his face, his eyes and spit slick lips sparkling in the moonlight like a shiny new toy. "do you not like it?"

concern and care are different sides of the same steve shaped coin and if eddie looks hard enough, he can see them blurring together in his frustratingly beautiful sparkling eyes and those damn butterflies start to come back.

"no, it's-" he let's out a sigh, relaxing his tight muscles and sinking into the bed, sinking into whatever steve is willing to give him. "just different, is all. good different, i think."

steve smiles and eddie shakily mirrors it back, before he's ducking his head again and slotting their lips together, fingers still holding tight to eddie's, still cupping his face like it's something precious.

eddie's come to terms with the taste of the metal bars of his cage, teeth wearing down as he tries to bite his way to freedom. maybe this time he'll let himself get used to the taste of soft and gentle smiles if it means loving steve.

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liron-ao3 · 2 years

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Twenty-four Cuts

Teen & up / 1,230 words / CW Self-Harm

They lost a kid tonight. A fucking kid. Dean's used to losing people on hunts. He always feels bad about every single person he fails to save. But children? Children are the worst.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41772003

#destiel #deancas #self-harm #emotional hurt and comfort #destiel fandom #deancas fandom #destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic #destiel fanfiction #deancas fanfiction #destiel oneshot #deancas oneshot

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stealingyourbones · 3 months

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Quick question, has anyone written a fic about Youngblood getting sad and emotional about Danny turning 18 where he’ll never see him again? If not I truly think that would be a wonderful little storyline to explore

#Danny Phantom #can all ghosts see Youngblood? i haven’t watched the show in a hot second #either way I feel like it could be a fun emotional hurt/comfort friendship fic #bones prompts

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drawing-dinos82 · 4 months

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If you have another reason not listed, please comment or reblog with your answer. Also please reblog for a bigger sample size

#whump community #emotional whump #whumblr #whump #whump trope #whumpee #whumper #hurt/comfort #polls #my post

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the-modern-typewriter · 9 months

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Hey, I love your work so much! Would it be possible to do a "living weapon" in recovery, possibly taken to a rebel base and one of the rebels being nice to the weapon and giving them affection, but the weapon has no idea how to act?

"Hey. You need anything?"

The weapon's head snapped up, sharp gaze fixing on them. They otherwise sat perfectly still where the rebel leader had left them. Lou had watched them, on and off, for the past hour.

"I brought you some tea. If you'd like it. I always find tea soothing when I'm in new, strange places." Lou offered a small smile as he held up the drink, stepping further into the room. "What's your name?"

"Name?"

"Yeah. What do you like to be called?"

"I'm the weapon."

"You like being called that?"

The weapon's head tilted the smallest fraction. "It is what I am called. It's what I've always been called."

Lou didn't let their smile slip, despite the sorrow-horror that notched through their heart at that. Now was hardly the time to push. "Okay," they said. "Well. Tea? I wanted to check in if you need anything?"

The weapon stared at them. It was the sort of stare that stripped a person to their component parts.

Lou cleared their throat. They crossed the room to set the tea mug down on a side table. "You hungry? Thirsty? Tired? You want - I don't know. A book or something? You don't have to just sit there."

"I was told you to stay here."

"Well, yes, but..." They didn't know how to explain that the difference been stay there, okay? and an actual command that had to be 100% followed. Lou took another step closer to the weapon. "You can stay there if you want to, but you're not our prisoner. You can wander around the base, you know? Go to the bathroom or...whatever. Get some sleep."

"You should stay back."

Lou stopped. "Sorry," they said. They held their hand up. "Not trying to scare you or anything. If-"

"-You do not scare me."

"Oh. Well, that's good!"

"I am dangerous."

Lou's brow furrowed slightly, because of course they knew that. They just weren't entirely sure what the weapon meant by the words. They didn't say it like a threat.

"You are kind," the weapon said. "I do not want to hurt you."

"Oh." Heat flooded Lou's face. "Well, then you probably won't, right?"

The weapon blinked.

"I mean," Lou said, after a beat, "you can control your abilities, right?"

"...yes." The weapon still seemed a little confused. "Of course."

"So you won't hurt me."

This seemed to be a new concept, judging by the look on the weapon's face. "I...won't hurt you."

"Yeah," Lou said. "You can choose not to."

"I can choose."

"Uhuh. But, hey. Even if you do hurt me, it's not the end of the world? Accidents happen."

"I can choose," the weapon said to themselves again, quietly. "I don't have to hurt people."

"And no one here is going to make you."

"You need weapons. You are losing."

"Yeah, but that's not why we helped you."

The weapon swallowed, hard. It was the most obviously human reaction that Lou had seen from them so far. As if all of the normal reactions, all of the emotions and pleasures and weaknesses of being human were something they had been forcibly trained out of having. They probably had.

"I don't have to hurt people," the weapon said, as if that idea had never occurred to them before. As if nobody had ever told them that before. They looked down at their hands, curling them in their lap. "Thank you."

"Oh, sure. Any time!" It didn't seem like enough to offer, after everything that the weapon had been through. "And if you need - if you want - anything else, just ask. Okay?"

The weapon stared at them once more. After a long moment, they gave a small nod.

"Would you like me to stay and sit with you for a while?" Lou asked, as gently as they could. "Or would you like me to leave you alone? Either one is fine."

"Stay." It was barely audible. Hoarse.

"Cool. Do you want the tea?"

"I am...very thirsty."

Lou brought the tea over, then took a seat next to the weapon.

The weapon cradled the mug in their hands like they were afraid it would shatter. They swallowed again. Their hands shook the smallest, barely perceptible fraction.

"Careful," Lou said. "It's-" The weapon's gaze snapped to them once more. "It's hot," Lou finished. "I don't want you to get hurt. Scald your tongue."

The weapon took the most careful sip. Then they relaxed, the smallest fraction, at Lou's side. "It's nice." They hesitated, then smiled themselves. Tentative, fragile. "You're nice."

"Well, I certainly try to be," Lou said, with a weak laugh. They rubbed a hand over the back of their head. "We should all try to be."

The weapon drank their tea in silence, watching. Listening, as Lou filled the space with idle chatter about the base and the people there and their favourite kind of tea that their grandma always used to make.

The weapon quietly followed them everywhere around base after that.

#living weapon #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #writing #story #fiction #creative writing #writing snippet #story snippet

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hajihiko · 11 months

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Trust and belief and trust and belief and trust and belief and-

#Hajime hinata #Fuyuhiko kuzuryu #Sdr2 #Super danganronpa 2 #Danganronpa 2 #Danganronpa #Kuzuhina #God I'm so emotions these past days what is happening #Anyway here's comfort! For all the recent hurt hehe sry #Also I got inspired by my OWN art #From being papanorth. Which was specifically like ... different responses to different traumas #And a recent post about being patient and kind vs being passionate and reaffirming #An art #ANYWAY I have feelings and emotions sometimes! It's good times #It's a bit late but im posting anyway while my mood is high #Oh I forgot to include my own thoughts #Fuyuhiko is suspicious and assumes every unexpected touch is hostile. Except... hes learning not to.#Hajime has moments where he goes away for a bit and cant really engage with people. But... hes finding ways to ground himself as himself.

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spinzolliii · 9 days

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Caretaker falling apart over what might’ve happened to Whumpee, but deciding to respect Whumpee’s privacy. They have to stop themselves from prying or asking certain questions, knowing full well that there’s a darker, painful, intimate story behind Whumpee’s condition.

Alternatively, Whumpee’s history is eating away at them, and they’re dying to tell Caretaker everything. They decide to repress themselves for one reason or another. Maybe they’re afraid of disturbing Caretaker. Maybe they’re doubting their own recollection of what happened. Maybe they’ve been conditioned to view vulnerability as weakness.

Either way, there’s something preventing these two people from sharing the whole truth about a painful situation.

#physical whump #whump #whump prompt #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumpee #emotional whump #hurt/comfort #angst #injury #injury whump #whump scenario #whump ideas #whumper #caretaker #caretaking

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hellcheerficdatabase · 3 months

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Kitten

Author: Anonymous

Rating/Warning: Mature

Chapter Count: 6/?

Description: When Chrissy found the spell to grant her the ability to take the form of an animal whenever she wished, she couldn't have guessed it would lead to her sleeping on The Freaks chest.

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, witch!Chrissy, shapeshifting, she a kitty, Eddie is a sweetie, strangers to pet to lovers, my new fav tag ever, mutual pining, we hate laura in this house, emotional hurt and comfort, fluff, Chrissy needs a hug, eventual smut, smut, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: WIP

#Alternate universe- no vecna #witch!Chrissy #shapeshifting #she a kitty #Eddie is a sweetie #strangers to pet to lovers #my new fav tag ever #mutual pining #we hate laura in this house #emotional hurt and comfort #fluff #Chrissy needs a hug #eventual smut #smut #alternating POV #multiple chapters #status: WIP #chrissy cunningham

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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Is a story about being lost, and lonely and angry and scared, about love and joy and family. But most of all, it’s about recovery. About making the long, long way back up. About finding the things you can handle, the things that make you happy, the things that help. And taking small steps. Also about a capybara.

Less about the capybara though.

Wordcount: 22,222 (YES!)

Trigger warnings: depression, panic attacks, alcohol abuse, there’s also mentions of blood and the tiniest bit where someone smokes

Read this if you like: a sad, sad Harry who confronts his demons (big time), and melts when there’s children around (especially Teddy), hot (mess) Draco, unusual career choices, enemies to friends to lovers, pining, wild cats, imperfect people finding other imperfect people, everyone needs a hug, glitter goo and snot, and loads of animals!

Read A Hop, a Skip and a Jump on AO3!

#drarry #Robin writes long fic #recovery #soft but in a hard way #or hard in a soft way #there's both certainly #supportive friends #slow burn #emotional hurt and comfort #but the hurt is canonical abuse and trauma #angst angst angst

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ddocson · 1 year

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Hi ranchers community ............... i am thinking about them

#im posting so muchhh cause if i dont post after i finish the drawing ill never post #i loove you angst ranchers i love you uncontrollable emotional outburts and hurt/comfort #i love you jimmy felt so much pain that it doesnt matter #love you tango so crazy but so caring #anyway #team rancher #double life #double life smp #tangotek #tango tek #solidaritygaming #trafficshipping #forgot to tag that srry #i mean it doesnt have to be but to me it is #mine #Wooow ty guys for the notes on this one too ;; wtf #ddocson hits

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klausysworld · 4 months

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Hello gorgeous!

Sooo I had this idea of Klaus and reader being married (she wants a divorce) but currently separated. She starts seeing Damon. Klaus lets her have her way for a bit as nothing has crossed the line, but then he finds out reader slept with Damon and Klaus goes absolutely feral over it and tells his wife that’s enough of this and drags back reader home and slides her wedding ring back on her finger.

Not His, Not Yours.

Klaus and I had slowly but surely grown apart.

We had married for decades for now, just over a century actually and to begin with it was all but a dream.

He had hundreds of thousands of gifts and words to express his love. Paintings and poems to show how pure his feelings were.

He was gentle when I needed and only ever rough when I wanted when him to be.

There wasn’t a question of doubt between us both. I loved him with all of my heart and he loved me with all of his soul. So much so that he actually proposed to me. Elijah and Rebekah couldn’t believe it but were unbelievably supportive. I even turned into a vampire so that I could be with him forever.

And for a nearly eighty years, everything was okay.

Of course the gifts were less frequent but I didn’t care about that so much. Not if I still had him. Even if he forgot to tell me he loved me, I didn’t need him to, deep down I knew that he did.

One thing I didn’t like, was when he would get flirty with other women. Especially because of how he behaved when I, heaven forbid, smiled at a man.

But still, with reassurance from his siblings and Elijah’s promise to talk to Klaus about it, I dropped it and didn’t speak of it. So he flirted, it didn’t mean anything. What’s a kiss when I have his heart?

Surprisingly Klaus never slept with anyone else. I suppose it’s unfair to say surprisingly but to be honest I had feared and expected him to have from time to time.

Especially when he became more distant. When he would disappear or return in the early hours of the morning. I would beg to know where he was and after a series of repeated yelling, he would grab me and show me his memories of the night before. Often he just got drunk and would pass out somewhere random or wonder around for inspiration, sometimes he’d attack a village and slaughter hundreds in mere hours. When finished showing me, he would give me that same look and tell me that I shouldn’t look so surprised. He may love me, but he wouldn’t ever be better for me.

And I would just nod and told him I already knew that.

And I’d wait for the next time that would happen.

We went days between sex, then weeks, gradually months and eventually we just didn’t. We slept beside each other mostly out of habit but we wouldn’t touch.

I never stopped loving him, I don’t think I ever could but I wasn’t sure if I loved him the same way anymore. And I certainly didn’t think he loved me that way. But we weren’t exactly friends either. It were as though we were just strangers at this point, strangers who held each others hearts.

And I had accepted that perhaps that’s all we would be. We lived that way for a couple of years, I’d stay with him like a shadow but that’s all I would be.

Until Mystic Falls.

So much happened in not enough time. Klaus became his true self and for some reason part of me thought perhaps that would rekindle something but he showed no more nor less interest so I just went on.

Until one day, his eyes held a spark. But it wasn’t for me. It was for Caroline Forbes.

She was blonde, young and new to vampirism but still bold and confident in herself. I was like that once, before I grew quiet and obedient to Klaus’s will.

So I took another step back and let him chase her a little. I sort of wanted him to sleep with her so that maybe he would just divorce me and I would know that what we had was really over.

But he didn’t. He gave her a present, drawings and spoke poetry to her without her realising but he didn’t kiss her or even lean in.

He still would come back to bed and lay beside me like usual.

I didn’t want him to think I would hate him if he fell for someone else. I’d rather he be happy with another than miserable with me. I knew he craved more, so did I.

And so with a lot of courage, I asked for a divorce but he refused me. That I didn’t understand.

“Why?” I asked, my brows pulling together as he scowled

“Because you’re my wife” he answered as though that meant anything anymore “I have loved you for a century. I will not just be done with you”

“Loved, Klaus. Loved. It’s in the past.” I argued

“I love you now as much as I did then” he told me, his voice raising

“No Klaus…you don’t” I whispered, my eyes glancing to the floor as I let out a small sigh. This was probably one of the reasons he liked Caroline more. I showed weakness and submission too easily to him. The difference was that I knew he wouldn’t kill me if I fought back but I feared it would be worse.

“We’re not getting a divorce. Ever.” He stated calmly, though I could feel his anger.

“I can’t do this Klaus” I mumbled. “I can’t just be known and your wife and hide in the house all the time”

“Then go out” he grumbled

“You don’t let me” I answered, remembering the last time I went out without telling him and he yelled at me for being inconsiderate and stupid. Apparently it wasn’t safe for me without his protection due to being so intimately associated with him.

“Well…now you can” he replied matter of factly.

“You should ask Caroline out” I whispered “She likes you too, Rebekah heard her talking to Bonnie about you”

“I wouldn’t-“

“But maybe you should” I sighed, hesitantly looking him in the eye once again. “You should at least try…you might like to be with someone…” I paused and swallowed dryly “someone else”

“Are you seeing…someone else?” He asked quietly, his eyes flicking between mine.

“No…not yet” I whispered and he nodded

“But?”

“But I think I should” I murmured before falling back into silence.

We stood there for a while, uncomfortable and guilt ridden before his phone went and he reluctantly left.

He didn’t come to bed that night.

To me that seemed like his way of confirming that we wouldn’t be together anymore, or for a while at least.

When I saw he had made up a bed in one of the guest rooms, it was clear that was the case.

So I started to go out a little.

When I saw Klaus with Caroline at the grill, I realised I needed to leave. Leave town, his life so that I didn’t ruin his chances.

But as fate would have it, when I rushed out of the building, I walked straight into Damon Salvatore. He recognised me in an instant and was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“What’s Klaus’s wife doing out and about?” He snickered and I sighed

“I’m not” I mumbled and he raised a brow

“Not what? Not his wife or not out?”

“I’m going home” I whispered, walking outside but he followed.

“Oh come on, I didn’t mean to scare you off so quick” he chuckled and I rolled my eyes

“Please. You couldn’t scare me” I muttered “have you seen who I’m supposed to be married to?”

“Supposed to be eh? Things not turning out?” He pressed, walking backwards beside me as I made my way back to the mansion.

“My marriage falling apart won’t benefit your precious Elena. It’s been broken for years.” I grumbled, and he rolled his eyes

“Forgive me for being curious” he muttered, his annoyance shining making my heart sink. I didn’t like it when people were rude and now I was the one doing it.

“Sorry” I whispered “I didn’t mean to sound so snappy”

I could feel his eyes on me as we neared the manner and before I could get it the door, his hand reached for mine which however pathetic it may seem, made my smile. Nobody had touched my skin for months.

“You should come out more, I’d like to talk with you some more” he told me and I faltered

“I wouldn’t tell you anything- not about him”

“I didn’t think you would” he answered, before leaving.

After that I went out a little more.

Damon would tease me and make me laugh. He would draw out the little confidence I had left and have me use it. I’d taunt back at him and go so far as to flirt once I’d had a few drinks.

After a while he asked to take me out. I thought he was joking.

“Oh will Elena be joining us? Perhaps Stefan to?” I laughed but he didn’t even smile

“I’m serious” he stated, his hand squeezing mine “just us…anywhere you want”

I stared at him “I um…I don’t know” I whispered, nervous and confused.

“I can wait” he answered as he caressed my arm softly.

When I got home Klaus was already there, his eyes on me in an instant. Without a word he placed his wedding band on the table before him and walked out the room. I felt a lump form in my throat as I shakily slid both my wedding and engagement rings off and put them beside his.

I went upstairs and cried. And I felt stupid for it because I was the one who asked for this.

So after a moment I pulled myself together and grabbed my phone. I took a breath before sending Damon a message

I like the Italian the next town over?

He replied quickly

Friday, 7?

I’ll meet you there

I’ll see you soon

I swallowed thickly and closed my messages before searching for apartments near me to rent.

If Klaus and I were actually ending this then I wanted to do it right. That meant I needed to live without him fully, so I sent in some applications to a couple of places.

Before any of them could come back, my date with Damon came around.

It went surprisingly well. We ate, spoke, joked and laughed. He paid, insistent that I shouldn’t. He then drove me back to the mansion and kissed me goodbye.

I refused to look anywhere near Klaus when I went up the stairs. He never said anything either, we spoke only if we absolutely had to and on the occasion that Damon and I would see Klaus out, we would instead go to his house for a while.

I spent a lot of time with Damon, he made me feel more alive. He brought back the spark in me that I thought I had lost and built my confidence back up. He made me feel more things in a couple months than Klaus had in the past fifteen years.

I knew it was wrong to compare them, but when all I had ever known was Klaus…he was all I had to know how a relationship worked to be able to tell if what I had with Damon was really something.

It progressed quickly, it scared me somewhat. I worried that it was a trap to make me help him with everyone else. However when I heard him defending me to both Elena and Stefan, I double guessed myself.

Slowly I felt myself begin to trust Damon, I felt as though I was learning to love and desire once more.

It was because of that feeling that I didn’t stop him when he began to take my clothes off. Or when he trailed his lips down my skin and pressed his mouth between my legs. I cried out for him when his fingers curled inside me and I clung to him when he finally took me as his own.

I stayed beside him for the rest of the night, pressed to his chest with his arms around me. It was a warmth that I wasn’t used to anymore but that I needed and yearned for. I stayed at his house for days after, wearing his clothes and living in his arms. But unfortunately I knew that I couldn’t just move in there so soon, so I had to go back to the mansion.

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(3rd person)

Klaus found out that Y/n had slept with Damon the day after it happened. Stefan had told him so when in the heat of an argument.

To begin with he thought the Salvatore was just trying to piss him off but when Stefan’s face dropped and his heart sped up, Klaus realised it was true.

Immediately he went home and smashed every item in her room. Shredded her clothes and tore up every flower Damon had gifted her and the little photos she had printed of them. It was after he broke apart her bed and found the box of forgotten memories did he calm down. He found all the poems and pieces of artwork he had ever given her, love letters and other tokens of their love kept safe and close to her. It broke him.

Klaus never meant for their marriage to deteriorate so badly. He loved Y/n, truly. But throughout the years he got distracted. Whenever his family got to town, his focus was off her and whenever a threat showed up he made a point of being distanced from her to ensure they wouldn’t attack her. After the first few times he’d done that, she got upset and wouldn’t want to kiss him, not when he would go weeks of ignoring her and then expecting her affection.

So he began to drink some more, to forget her touch and her voice for just a moment. But it made everything worse. She began to worry he was cheating on her and to be honest he couldn’t blame her for thinking that but in the moment when she would accuse him, he would be outraged.

He couldn’t stop himself from yelling, being offended and snapping. But after, when he would hear her cries and see her curled up in their bed, he would push himself further away in hopes that he wouldn’t be able to hurt her as much from a distance.

It only got worse.

And now he was on the floor of a room that was once his aswell, crying for his marriage that would no longer last.

Eventually he dragged himself up from the floor and went back to his own room, or rather the spare room that he had been sleeping in. He dug through his drawers to find their rings that he took after they both removed them and put his wedding band back on, smiling sadly at the fond memories of the first time she had put it on him.

He held her rings in his hand tightly as he heard the front door open and closed quietly before soft footsteps sounded up the stairs.

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(1st person)

I moved as quickly but as quietly as I could up to my room. I was in jeans and one of Damons shirts so I really couldn’t let Klaus see me.

Hurriedly I opened my bedroom door only to come to a standstill. Quite literally everything was on the floor. If I didn’t know what Klaus was like, I’d have thought a hurricane had passed through the room. I stared blankly for a moment before I both heard and sensed his presence from beside me.

“What did you do?” I whisper, staring at all the little things that meant so much to me scattered and broken into pieces.

“I don’t want you seeing him” he told me, his voice firm. My head snapped to his and I felt both anger and sadness swirl inside me.

“You ruined everything I have” I uttered, my voice still barely above a whisper

“You slept with him” he stated his tone cold but his eyes showed hurt and I part of em felt guilt but the other side just wanted to smack him.

“And?” I asked, my volume increasing slightly

“And? And you’re mine. You do not get to sleep around-“

“For crying out loud Klaus! I am not yours!” I yell, pointing my finger at him “And I do not sleep around! I slept with one person”

“I should have stopped you seeing him ages ago, this shouldn’t have happened” he muttered

“You can’t control every aspect of my life Klaus. We are not together anymore. We agreed on this” i whispered, my tone tired.

“We have not agreed on anything! I never wanted this-“

“Klaus we haven’t agreed on something for a good twenty years! It’s why we’re here” I exasperated

“That does not give you the excuse to fuck someone else” he growled and I glared

“Why? Did you plan on fucking me? Because I highly doubt it Klaus. And even if you wanted to, I wouldn’t have your hands anywhere near me now” I retorted.

I knew immediately that he would speed at me and so moved out of the way, he continued to chase me round the house until eventually he had me against the wall. Both of us were panting heavily, my hands pushing at his chest but he kept me caged.

“Get off me!” I cried, kicking my feet at his legs but he only grunted and held me as still as he could. I shoved at his chest with as much strength as I could but it was obvious that I couldn’t overpower a hybrid. He faltered only slightly at the impact before his hands were grabbing my waist to lift me. Without thinking I brought my hand to his face, smacking him as hard as I could manage.

His head cracked to the side and my eyes went wide. Slowly, he turned back to me. His expression was one of surprise as he stared at me. I felt myself grow meek under his gaze and my bottom lip wobbled.

“I’m sorry” I whispered “I didn’t mean to do that- I didn’t…” I felt his hold on me weaken but I didn’t move this time. My hand tingled from where I’d hit him and so did the guilt that pooled in the pit of my stomach.

His arms slipped around me, hugging me to him and I just didn’t know how to react.

I love Klaus. I do, I always will. But I couldn’t just pretend that every bad thing hadn’t happened and fall back into his arms. I wondered if in Klaus’s mind, if he thought that just sleeping with me and telling me that he found me pretty would be enough to fix this marriage. I knew it wasn’t but I worried for what he thought.

Still, I hugged him back gently. By touch reluctant but there. His warmth enveloped me and I felt my eyes water at the once familiar sensation.

“I missed you so dearly” he mumbled, his face lowering to nuzzle the crook of my neck. He pulled away slowly and grabbed my left hand, I looked to him blankly as he slid both rings back onto my finger. “I’m gonna fix everything” he whispered

“Klaus-“ I sighed

“Just let me try” he murmured

“I-“

“Please” he whispered and I sighed softly. Only the lords know whether I was going to make the right decision or not.

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