#inigo x reader

[frickingnerd]

sneaky kisses with inigo

pairing: inigo x gn!reader

summary: inigo steals a few kisses from you when nobody is looking...

inigo can't keep his hands off you for more than five minutes

it's almost impossible for him to focus on anything other than you

when the two of you are sitting in a war council, he'll always hold your hand underneath the table

and even during training, his manages to make some time to steal a kiss from you

he has mastered the art of distraction, having come up with multiple methods to divert your instructors attention

he's always pulling the "oh, what's over there?" or tossing something noisy aside to have a few seconds where the two of you won't be watched, just to quickly kiss you

he always has the biggest grin on his lips after the kiss and he's so proud of himself for being able to create all those opportunities for the two of you to have a small moment with each other

#fire emblem inigo x reader #fire emblem inigo #fe inigo x reader #fe inigo #inigo x reader #inigo #fe laslow #fe lazlow #x reader #laslow #fire emblem laslow #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fluff #headcanons #drabble #fire emblem awakening #awakening #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem #fe

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

//Let our hearts connect through our lips// 

Fire emblem various, first kiss drabbles

Edelgard’s nerves are tempting her to retreat. Only for her pride to demand she stays and drives forward. She’s fought in battlefields with near impossible odds against her at every move, and yet... she finds you far more daunting. Not you as an individual, you as the influence you have on her. No one makes her heart stir so great, or for her to hesitate so much. She knows now is the moment, now that you’re both alone, close together as the sun starts to set. It’s when you look at her, waiting, that she finally rallies up the courage to lean across and press her lips to yours. 

You should be grateful. Grima can take as they please, knowing a life of great offerings for every whim they could have prior to being summoned to your cause. And yet they are ever patient with you, as it’s clear by how many heroes clamor for shreds of your time that your affection has some merit to it. For a human that it is. But their patience has grown thin, you’re skittish. Letting something as worthless as embarrassment get in the way when they finally seem to get close enough. “Human, come here.” Not this time, they have you to themselves. And when you do come close, you’re being pulled into their lap, a heated kiss only a starting point for the affection they plan on claiming from you. 

It should be easy, all Inigo needs to do is ask if he can kiss you. How hard could it be? He can practically tell you anything, from bad jokes which if they don’t make you laugh you at least smile, to whatever is bothering him at the time and when he does you’re always sympathetic. But as he looks between you, your lips and the vacant space behind you, he realises it is in fact quite difficult to ask you such a thing. He’s considering making a quick escape when you start to pout at him. “You know for someone who talks a big game, I’m disappointed that you haven’t asked to kiss me yet.” He sputters an excuse that he was just about to do that, you don’t seem convinced but he doesn’t let it stop him from finally asking you the question. When you say yes, he wastes no time to make his move, all his nerves from earlier spilling away as he kisses you. 

Alfonse isn’t normally so forward. It seems that whenever you’re involved impulsiveness becomes an apparent trait in him, to the point that at times his own actions surprise himself. It was coincidental running into you so late, however a moment where it’s just you and him is rare, an opportunity he quickly snatches by asking you to walk with him. You’ve both paused, noting how bright the moon is and as he stares at you, he finds that it’s light behind you has formed a halo. He’s in awe as he reaches out and presses a hand to your face, only becoming aware of his actions after he does so. A silence falls over you both, waiting for a reaction or action from the other. He decides, that since he’s already come this far, to close the gap between you, eventually causing his lips to meet against yours. 

#edelgard #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard x reader #grima #grima fe #grima feh #grima x reader #inigo #inigo fe #inigo x reader #alfonse #alfonse fe #alfonse feh #alfonse x reader #fire emblem #fe #fire emblem heroes #feh #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fire emblem awakening #fe:a #my writing tag

[maro-7]

is there an audience out there..... in this world....... for inigo fanfiction....? say yes i want an excuse to write it

#nah cuz i was really starting to think i was a furry or some shit #then my irls were watching me play and they were like.... #ayo... can u ..... fuck the cat man....? #and i WAS LIKE OMG U WANNA FUCK THE CAT MAN TOO? #anyway #inigo the brave #inigo #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #inigo x reader

[dovahkinniez]

Hi I love your stuff! Would you ever be open to writing for modded characters such as Indigo, Kaiden, or Lucien Flavius? 👀

yes! i love them all, send in requests for them! <3

#elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #elder scrolls x reader #skyrim #skyrim headcanon #skyrim scenarios #skyrim x dovahkiin #skyrim x reader #kaidan x ldb #kaidan x dragonborn #kaidan romance #kaidan tes #kaidan mod #inigo mod #inigo x reader #lucien flavius #lucien flavius x reader

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

It's ♠️, again. Sorry! I didn't see that you needed a character written in the instructions, so I was unsure, lol.

And yes, you did guess correctly! I would like to request with Laslow, please 😅.

I was close to accidentally start writing for angst prompt and not quote so go me for triple checking!

2: "I'm not gonna die on you yet" with Laslow and his S/O

Reader here is female

Always fighting with a smile on his face did not only confuse his enemies but allies as well.

Due to his fake confidence sometimes it was hard to tell if he was actually in a tough spot or not.

But so far no matter what happened he always managed to get out before things really got ugly.

He's determined to survive, why would he just throw his life away? It would make you sad and he surely wouldn't want that. And of course he has quite a great life so he's not going to say goodbye to it easily.

Yet each time you end up worrying whenever he's out of your sight. You trust his skill but even the best can slip at the worst moment.

And he isn't the type to ask for help, he'd sooner give it, while he himself should be asking for it.

Each time if you would ask him to be more careful he'd always say "Relax Y/N, I know you're worried but I'm not gonna die on you yet. I promise"... But the promise was broken.

You saw the blow he got, you got rid of the soldier who delt it as well. You wished he still could be saved and you tried to help him the best you could.

He tried to speak but the only thing you could hear from what he said was "Sorry".

Then, he smiled at you. His eyes were slowly closing but his hand tried to reach out to you. He didn't get to lift it high enough before it fell and he let out his final breath.

~Mod Bernadetta

#laslow #laslow fef #laslow fire emblem #laslow fire emblem fates #inigo awakening #inigo fe #inigo fire emblem awakening #inigo x reader #laslow x reader

[xjunkriidx]

Delphine: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Lucien: Nope, absolutely not.

Inigo: I hope it sucks, whatever you’re going through.

Kaidan: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Serana: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Y/N: I can’t wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could’ve changed that outcome.

#incorrect skyrim quotes #skyrim memes #skyrim x reader #lucien flavius #inigo the brave #serana #delphine skyrim #the blades #kaidan x ldb #kaidan skyrim

[moregaythanyourealized]

YEAH I’LL SAY IT

…

I don’t think there’s enough fanfiction for the princess bride, if you haven’t seen it, go watch. If you like action/romance/adventure/comedy movies go watch. You like hot actors in period clothing? Go watch.

#the princess bride #cary elwes #chris sarandon #wallace shawn #andre the giant #mandy patinkin #inigo montoya #movies of all time #👍 #princess buttercup #movie rec list #fanfic #fanfic request #x reader requests

[dalishthunder]

Destiny Waits for No One

Chapter 6 - On the Road Again

Pairing: Nebarra/LDB (Gender Neutral Reader) Rating: Mature Words: 1523 Additional Information: Slow Burn, Nebarra is an ass, Giving alcohol to minors Read on AO3

"So you mean to tell me, they're fighting over her? Over Camilla?" Nebarra asked as you left the inn the next morning after having had to listen to the plight of Faendal and Sven, both hopelessly in love.

You thought it was kind of sweet really; To be in love with someone... though perhaps not so much that you were willing to sabotage other people and lie to where your affection found its home.

You wondered if there was someone out there waiting for you to come home. Wondering if they thought you were dead... if they'd moved on. If anyone had even ever felt that way about you.... Or if you were alone in the world before meeting your friends.

Camilla was returning with a bucket on her hip from the river, a soft smile on her face as she worked, waving to an old woman sitting on a porch. "Yeah, I wonder if she knows how sweet either of them are on her."

He let out a little noise of disgust, "I'm just saying if you're going to be fighting over someone shouldn't they at least be attractive?"

Elbowing Nebarra, you whispered a harsh, "Can you be polite for once in your life?" She gave you a smile as well as she entered the shop, "Besides, I think she's rather comely."

"Of course you do."

"Are you always this unpleasant?" Kaidan slung an arm around your shoulders as he shot Nebarra a look.

"Yes."

"I bet he's in Skyrim because the other High Elves hate him too." Lucifer piped up.

"Is that why you're here instead of Black Marsh?" Nebarra bit back.

"No! My reasons for being here are too complicated for someone like you to understand."

"How old are you?"

Lucifer eyed him suspiciously. "Twenty or twenty two."

"Let me guess, you're trying to find yourself." The altmer sneered, and Lucifer's eyes narrowed.

"Wouldn't you-"

You buried your face in your hands, leaning heavily against Kaidan's side. "Can't we just get along? Just for while we're on the road? Please."

"I'll behave if he does."

You exchanged an exasperated look with Xelzaz. "We're going to play a game."

"Oh I love games! Can we play 'I Spy'?" Khash asked.

"That sounds like an excellent idea!" Lucien agreed. "Maybe a word game? Something with rhyming?"

You'd thought about playing a game to see who could stay quiet the longest, but the rhyming game seemed fun. "Yeah, sure."

"I have an even better idea," Nebarra grumbled, "We just march in silence instead."

Rhyming game it was.

"How do we play, Lucien?"

It was fairly enjoyable. You didn't recognize all the words, but it was fun bonding with your companions even if Nebarra refused to participate. And it occupied much of your journey along the road. You stopped for the night in a cave, a little over halfway to Ivarstead. Xelzaz prepared an absolutely delicious meal for you all which Nebarra, unsurprisingly, refused to eat, instead setting up his tent and eating inside away from everyone.

More for you then.

Lucien was fitting well into the group despite his lack of experience. He and Xelzaz enjoyed getting into passionate conversations about intellectual pursuits, and you really wished you understood them. You tried to absorb as much as you could, writing it down in your journal. Inigo, Khash, and Kaidan were playing some sort of Khajiit card game that Inigo had procured from one of the caravans. It really way relaxing....

But tomorrow you were to face your destiny.

At least you'd have some idea of who you were…. Who youare.

Somehow you'd managed to sleep through most of the night despite the nightmares. And though you wouldn't have called the sleep restful, it was better than nothing.

Nebarra was sitting around the fire when you left your tent, already packed up and ready to go.

"Morning," He said without even looking up.

"Morning." You sat next to him, taking a swig from your waterskin.

"What, no singing? No morning whistling? No irritating humming?" The altmer asked after a long period of silence. "No deliberate attempts to ruin my morning?"

"Have you done anything that makes your morning worth being ruined?" You replied.

"No."

"Then you have your answer."

"I hadn't realized you were capable of such reason."

You turned to look at him, eyes narrowed, something sour on your tongue. "What is your problem?"

"Touchy," He snipped. "I-"

"G'mornin." Kaidan interrupted with a yawn as he stepped out of his tent, shirtless despite the cool morning air. Though you supposed having grown up in Skyrim probably helped abate the cold. His scars from the prison were beginning to fade; the poultices from you and Xelzaz had really been working their magic. He must have found just enough room between you and Nebarra because he plopped himself down; Knees bumping up against your own.

"Do you mind?" Nebarra hissed, scooting away immediately. "Humans really don't have any manners do they?"

Kaidan just wrapped an arm around your shoulders and gave him a dry look. "A proper nord knows how t' keep warm on a cool morning."

"Then put some clothes on. Do you really expect people to believe you're a nord?" The mer pulled a bottle of wine from his pack, sticking a straw in and finagling his helmet to take a sip.

A shadow passed over Kaidan's face for a moment, "I was raised by a nord, as a nord.... But no, that nord ice doesn't flow through my veins if that's what you're trying to say. Truth be told, I don't know what I am... I don't even know the race of my own mother."

"Oh...." Nebarra went quiet.

You put a hand on Kaidan's and leaned into him, "I don't know how much help I'll be, but I can help you try to find that all out.... If you'd like that is."

"You'd do that for me?" The shock in his voice was almost almost hurtful.

"Of course! What are friends for? You're helping me, after all." You flashed him a toothy smile.

He laughed, "I'm paying off a life debt, Dragonborn. But, aye, I won't turn down a favor from a friend."

"You really just go saving whatever poor slek wanders on your path, don't you?" Nebarra mused, nursing his bottle of wine.

"I can think of one we probably just should have put out of his misery...." Kai shot him a look.

"Ohoho, you really think you can take me on, big man?"

You looked between them, discomfort welling in your gut, "Guys-"

"You have all the bark of a high elf, but none of the height-"

"Don't you think it's a little early in the morning to be having a dick measuring contest?" Xelzaz wore his exhasperation on his sleeve. You'd have thanked the gods, but you were pretty sure they weren't listening, so you sent a silent thanks to Xelzaz instead.

You helped him with breakfast, waking the rest of your companions for freshly scrambled kwama eggs and leeks, and Khash helped you both with the cleanup afterward, and before you knew it you were on the road again.

Clouds loomed on the horizon as you wound your way through the cold mountain path. A light snow began to fall, steadily getting heavier as the day progressed. Not enough to impede your vision too much, and you made sure that everyone had a buddy to keep track of so nobody got lost, but it was enough that it made the road harder to differentiate.

You had begun to contemplate stopping for the evening when you saw the telltale signs of civilization just over the hill. Sunset was upon you as you trudged through the snow and into the local inn, welcoming the warmth of shelter. Some hot mulled wine warmed you up from the inside, and despite the look you got from Xelzaz, you let Khash have some of yours. Just a few sips, nothing to get drunk off of, but enough to help her warm up.

"I cannot believe that you like that stuff..." She said after her second sip, wrinkling up her nose.

You just snickered. "More for me then."

Lucifer sat down next to her and she rolled her eyes, getting up to go listen to the bard.

"I don't understand why she doesn't like me." He bemoaned.

Kaidan clapped him on the shoulder, "Give it time, I'm sure she'll come around."

You closed your eyes for a moment.

Seven Thousand Steps.

You were supposed to climb The Seven Thousand Steps tomorrow and meet the Greybeards.... Hopefully the weather would clear up. While you were still laden down with some coin from the Jarl, inns were not something you wanted to have to spend all of it on.

So you bunked up with your friends... and Nebarra... letting Khash curl up between you and Kaidan. It was a tight fit on the bed, and the sound of snoring didn't exactly help you fall asleep. But you couldn't toss or turn to find a more comfortable spot....

You settled in for a long night.

#nebarra #kaidan 2 #khash the argonian #xelzaz #lucien flavius #inigo the brave #lucifer the argonian #thunderous applesauce #odt #elder scrolls #Skyrim #x reader #ldb #Destiny Waits For No One

[twistedroseytoesy]

The prefectsbride

princes bride but with octavinelle as the 3 guys who kidnap the princess. The banter and the quotes would be so funny!

for example:

Jade leaning over to floyd: That Azul, he can fuss.

Floyd nodding: Fuss, fuss … I think he likes to scream at us.

Jade smirking at Floyd with an amused expression: Probably he means no harm.

Floyd smiling widely: He’s really very short on charm.

Jade: You have a great gift for rhyme.

Floyd nods: Yes, yes, some of the time.

Azul glaring: Enough of that.

Jade, after a minute of silence: Floyd, are there rocks ahead?

Floyd trying not to laugh: If there are, we all will be dead.

Azul annoyed: No more rhymes now, I mean it.

Floyd with a shit-eating grin as he pulls out a peanut: Anybody want a peanut?

... OR

Mc struggling to get past the eelmer: Look, are you just messing around with me or what?

Floyd slapping them back with his tail: I just want you to feel you're doing well. I hate for people to die embarrassed~

... OR

Azul about his contracts: You're trying to kidnap what I've rightfully stolen.

... OR

As Azul is overblotting: You fell victim to one of the classic blunders!— the most famous of which is, “Never get involved in a land war in the Roses” — but only slightly less well-known is this: “Never go against a Cecelia when death is on the line”! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! 

I love this movie so much, I could write so many more with other characters if anyone is interested. Just wanted to share this idea that hit me at midnight.

#twst #my stuff #my writing #twst x reader #twst mc #twst crack #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #octavinelle #the banter is so much fun ok #I quote this movie so much #I could defenelty see the aduce duo as fezzic and inigo once vizinni is dead #roses ramblings #hehe #funny stuff #the prefectsbride

[concerningliterature]

Inigo Montoya x reader

Fluff, hurt / comfort, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, light mentions of injury / blood.

We are severely lacking in Inigo Montoya and Inigo Montoya x reader fics…

#the princess bride #princess bride #inigo montoya #inigo montoya fanfic #inigo montoya x reader #hurt / comfort #princess bride fanfic #the princess bride fanfic

[frickingnerd]

Second Generation Masterlist

Lucina

lucina dating headcanons - headcanons

Owain

owain realizing his feelings for you - headcanons

Inigo

sneaky kisses with inigo - headcanons

Severa

arguing with severa - headcanons

Brady

brady saving you from a creep - headcanons

Cynthia

cynthia confessing to you - headcanons

Yarne

yarne's s/o getting injured - headcanons

Gerome

love me or leave me - drabble

Noire

the best thing that happened to me - drabble

Nah

being nah's ex - headcanons

#fire emblem: awakening #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #lucina x reader #owain x reader #inigo x reader #severa x reader #brady x reader #cynthia x reader #yarne x reader #kjelle x reader #gerome x reader #laurent x reader #noire x reader #nah x reader #fe lucina #fe owain #fe inigo #fe cynthia #fe yarne #fe severa #fe brady #fe kjelle #fe gerome #fe nah #fe noire #fe laurent #fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #x reader

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Imagine helping Inigo get revenge on the six fingered man

#inigo montoya x reader #x reader #reader insert #the princess bride

[zepskies]

As You Wish

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When Dean agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

AN: Here’s a little something in honor of Dean’s birthday! If you haven’t seen The Princess Bride, do yourself a favor. 🥰

Word Count: 600

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, and nothing but the fluff. (Established relationship.)

“My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!” Dean says, right in time with the iconic swashbuckler on the screen, complete with his best approximation at a Spanish accent.

You giggle against his side, hard enough to rock both of you on the bed. When he agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

“Are you gonna quote the whole damn movie?” you ask.

Dean brandishes an imaginary sword with his fist held out.

“HELLO! My name is—”

Biting your lip, you cut him off short by playing dirty. You wrap your arm around his middle and dance your fingers across his ribs. He’d never admit it, but he’s got sensitive sides.

He flinches and laughs on reflex. “Hey, hey! That’s a foul move!”

His arm tightens around your waist while his other hand closes around your wrist. You try to grapple with him, your bare legs tangling with his pajama-clad ones, but you both know it’s a losing battle.

Dean gathers you tighter against his chest and traps your wandering hand.

Huffing another laugh, you relax again. His heart clips at a faster pace under your ear. Your hand smooths up his chest and finds its way up the back of his neck.

Dean can't help it. He lets out a contented hum when your nails give his scalp a little scratch.

For a moment, his attention drifts away from the movie and down to you. He spies the soft edge of your smile, feels your hair starting to itch against his arm, your soft curves under his hand, pressing against him.

You two don’t get these quiet days often, but he wants to make sure you get some rest. You, Sam, and Dean spent about three straight weeks in a row with back-to-back hunts, and the last one had really taken it out of you. So now, Dean’s satisfied to see you so relaxed. Happy, even.

Yeah. You really do seem to be as happy as he (secretly) feels.

Sometimes, he finds that part hard to believe. If you could want this with someone like him, then maybe…maybe he doesn’t screw up all the time.

Dean tunes back into the movie just in time for Buttercup to jump out of the window in her pretty white dress. She and Westley join Fezzik and Inigo on white horses, and the couple shares the kiss that left all the others behind.

Dean glances down at your face. He’s amused by the way you’re eating up all this sappy rom-com crap. Your eyes are shining with unshed tears. He ducks down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“You just spring a leak over anything, don’t you?” he teases. You shove at his chest with a halfhearted hand.

“Only over the good stuff,” you retort.

He accepts that with a chuckle. When the credits start to roll down the screen, he reaches for the remote and searches for the episode you guys left off in Game of Thrones. You tap his chest.

“Hey, wanna go out to dinner tonight?” you ask. A warm smile plays on your lips. “Just you and me?”

Dean blinks. He doesn’t remember the last time you two went on an honest-to-God date. No time, no privacy, always something evil on your asses…

A decision made in his mind, Dean gives you a smile back. He brushes his thumb across your cheek.

“As you wish,” he says.

AN: 😘 Hope you liked this one!

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[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! CEO! Arranged! Ex-husand x AFAB! Ex-wife! Reader

Hold your horses, we're going to wattpad territory here.

I went back to reading the cliche runaway wife or stranger with them being pregnant from their one night stand with a CEO and I must say, it's making me really nostalgic.

As a small gift for myself, I'm using the name of my CEO protagonist on the novel I wrote, and his background... Actually, the whole story for this one will be just my novel's. Self plagiarism, if you will lol. There are quite the big alterations, but that's for me to know, and for you to skim over.

So, let's unlock a hidden memory especially for previous wattpad girlies, shall we?

Pause though, this is my 3rd pregnancy fic. I hate myself.

Yandere! CEO name: Iñigo Dragonov

"Father, I seriously do not need your input in my marriage!"

"You will marry the Smith's daughter and that's final!"

"But why?! I'm content with living by myself and flourishing the company! I do not need a wife!"

"How about a husband then?"

"No wives, no husbands, no spouses!"

Allastor frowned. He knew that his son is not one for romance, but he dated a handful of people, also slept around sometimes. But for the sake of his son, who is workaholic to the point he's forgetting about his health, he needs someone who would be there for him.

"Son, if you don't marry the Smith's daughter, i'm afraid I have to get back the company."

Iñigo clenched his teeth. His jaw ticking as he looked at his father with wide, feral eyes.

"You won't do that. You already gave the company to me!"

"Yes, but I will take the company back. And you know I can pull strings like no other."

That's how Iñigo married you, the Smith's daughter.

Dragonov group of Companies. Just the name itself sent shivers down the spines of aspiring and even well off businesses. They're ruthless, and dominated almost every possible market. Textile, food industry, hotels, even schools. Name it, and they'll have it.

So, with the Smith Corp being the leading company in the Fashion industry, and the Dragonov looking to integrate themselves in Fashion and not just textile, Allastor decided to have this arrangement. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

Inigo Dragonov. The perfect man and the perfect bachelor. Rich, handsome, reliable, he's someone who's a bonafide genius when it comes to business. Almost his every investment have such huge profits, and never a lost.

So why was he so adamant about marrying when it's a good strategy in order to get into fashion?

He has always thought of marriage as something so restraining. Something that weighs such a workaholic like him down. He never even thought of marrying unless his father and mother mentions it.

So when his eyes laid on you, he sneered in his heart.

He doesn't want you at all.

He's always finding faults in you.

"Why do you look so frumpy? I thought your company focuses on fashion?"

"Stand up straight. Your slouching is unsightly."

"Will you get out of my sight? Don't you have any work to do? Don't be lazy."

His words never, ever dripped of affection, only vile words of nitpicking came out.

You were tired of it. Sick and tired.

Yet you did your best to always serve your husband in all aspects. Affection, taking care of him, even intimacy. After all, he's still the one to put food on your plate. Not just any food also, but luxurious ones.

But the empty feeling on your heart persisted. You don't want this at all.

So with a heavy heart, you decided to divorce him.

As you predicted, he didn't care. He signed it, and you left the chateau.

But as Iñigo relished in the fact that he's now a single man once more and can focus on his work, you knew something he didn't.

You touched your womb.

"I'm going to take care of you myself, baby." You whispered to the unborn child on your stomach.

Iñigo clocked out of his office and sighed, feeling the tiredness cloak his body.

He felt empty. Really empty.

At first, he felt such a deep satisfaction that he can finish the job easier without you around.

Every time he comes home, nobody will pester him to eat, to take care of himself.

Nobody nosey to ask him about his day, nobody to annoy him by kissing him on the cheek...

Something invisible gripped his heart as he groaned and took off his suit jacket.

"Tedious."

He slowly walked towards the dining room and sat down at the head of the table. He started eating his dinner, feeling the emptiness reside the giant mansion.

Was his chateau always this big?

He looked over to the seat to his left where you usually sat down.

He can see the faint image of you in his memories, talking about your day and job, that he painfully ignored.

He remembered how your lips would always twitch as it fought back a frown from his lack of response.

He would watch you go silent and finish your meal quickly, before waiting for him to finish so that you could bring the plates back to the kitchen.

He would remember your tired sighs and fervent glances at him.

He went upstairs, wanting to take a shower.

The room you shared with him was now devoid of your personal touch, just leaving with a dark and modern aesthetic that looked like it was from a display in a furniture shop. It was professional, too professional.

He looked over where your vanity was once was. Now there's just an armchair and a lamp that he never really used.

He got to the bathroom and what was once filled with your bathroom essentials. Now, it was just his shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush and paste, and other basic needs tucked away.

And as he went under the shower, tears started to leak from his eyes, regret gnawing at his heart.

He never realized how much he loved you.

He never realized that the reason why he was so critical of you was that he was trying to distance himself from you.

He never realized that your presence was a constant peace in his fast paced life, and that you were a part of his routine.

And now that you're gone...

He gripped his wrist, a bruise forming.

And that was his daily routine a year after your divorce.

And now, two years later, he was still the same.

On the outside, he looked fine and dandy, but deep inside, he's only a broken husk of a man that he never dared to repair.

He thinks he deserved this as punishment.

But then, in those years, he felt that he needed you to come back.

Yes, he's punishing himself, but he needed you still.

He misses your touch,

Your warmth,

Your care.

Your... Love?

Did you love him?

Or is it out of responsibly?

Bah, he doesn't care.

He loves you, and that was enough.

A knock came from the door and his CFO, and his best friend, Oliver, got inside.

"Here you have it. This week's report of activities of Miss Smith--"

"Mrs. Dragonov."

Oliver sighed.

"yes, Mrs. Dragonov, this is the week's report of Mrs. Dragonov."

Iñigo nodded in satisfaction and waved Oliver goodbye.

He opened the enveloped and his eyes widened. You were back from New Zealand. This was great news! He could talk to you. Maybe coax you into coming back.

Iñigo grabbed his key and opened a door at the back of his office and smiled at the inside. Inside was a perfect replica of your old office when you were still married to him. The only difference is that wall to wall was plastered of your face, taken by his private investigators. On the vanity, which was once in his room, have a picture of you, and your twins with him.

He smirked lazily, sitting down on the chair as he kissed your face on the picture frame.

His stormy dark eyes were bent a bit, his gaze filled with so much longing and regret.

"I'll take back what's mine." He whispered.

"and I'll do everything and use everything at my disposal to get you back." Iñigo declared, looking at his children.

"And I mean everything."

"We need to do this."

"Tsk. Why would I? I'm perfectly capable of myself."

"We both can't deny the fact that they need me. You need me."

".... Okay."

" But in one condition."

"What is it?"

"You need to marry me."

You blinked, not getting this absurd situation at all. Marriage again? But why?

Seeing your confused face, Iñigo grabbed your hand gently and squeezed them.

"Sweetheart, you don't want our children to grow up ridiculed, right? What would the people say if they saw our children with no father?" Iñigo started to whisper, coaxing you into seeing his perspective. "I am willing to provide the support you need."

You shook your head.

"But I can provide that myself. I am rich also, so that support means nothing."

Iñigo gritted his teeth and held you tightly once more.

"What will an incomplete family do to our children? Won't they question my absence? Besides, a father is a crucial role one must be filled no matter what. And I'm fully intending to be present at all." He coaxed you, whispering words of promises he wants to fulfil. "There are studies out there that an incomplete family slows down children's development."

He continued to try and let you see his perspective.

"With my influence, nobody can touch you and the children. I promise, I won't be an asshole again and ridicule you. I am so sorry for saying those things." Iñigo whispered as tears filled his eyes. "I regretted all of those. Every single day since you left, I felt like a husk, I know something was wrong, and that I was that something. I hurt someone so precious to me."

Why would he need to dirty his hands when his words and acting skills were enough to persuade you?

Iñigo knelt down, hugging your waist, begging, groveling for you to come back.

And when he saw your resolve crack in front of him, he hid his smirk as he continued to sob in front of you.

His words were working.

Besides, he knows the children were your soft spot.

He was thankful for the existence of your children. If not, he'll probably resort to... Extreme ways just to get you back.

Maybe like, making your company bankrupt with him the only lifeline left.

But now, he held your waist tightly, listening to your words as you gave up trying to fight his logic.

You were his.

And you will continue to be his,

Until death do you part.

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[xjunkriidx]

Kaidan: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Y/N: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Inigo: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Lydia: Forks are Stabby Grabbies.

Serana: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Miraak: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Teldryn: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

Lucien: You are disappointments.

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[the-modern-typewriter]

Do you have any tips on how to write a morally grey protagonist with vengeful and violent tendencies without them being seen as a villain?

It's about motivation, limits and who is their counterbalance in the story.

So, they need to have a good reason for revenge, it has to feel justified to the character AND to the reader. However, to be morally grey, they also have to be more ruthless in the pursuit of that revenge and what they are willing to do to get it. It can't just be that they are a good guy who wants revenge, going after someone who is bad, but they never do anything particularly bad to get it. At the same time, they can't be so bad that they will slaughter children and hurt anyone and anything that gets in between them and their revenge.

Case study:

Inigo Montoya in The Princess Bride is not morally grey, despite his whole motivation being revenge, despite the fact he is capable of violence. His arc is a hero's arc. We totally get why he wants revenge. We never question if we root for him, and do the dance of joy when he gets his bloody wrath at the end. He only really hurts the obvious bad guys of the narrative, who make him seem great by juxtaposition, and is aligned with our main heroes.

Magneto in X-Men First Class is morally grey. He very understandably wants revenge on a man who tortured him on behalf of the nazis, and we root for that revenge, but he is not on the full hero-track because he proves time and time again that he is willing to put his revenge above everything else, and doesn't stop once he has that revenge. He is willing to let others of his kind get hurt. He is willing to kill people who are 'innocent', at least relatively so within the context of the movie. He skews villain coded, because his counterbalances are Shaw and Xavier. In the end, his behaviour is closer to Shaw's than Xavier's, which is why he skews villain coded. However, he is still ultimately morally grey due to the love and care he is capable of showing for other's of his kin and our protagonist's, and because the people he wants to hurt are proven to also be bad many a time. There's a balance there.

Kaz Brekker in Six of Crows/Crooked Kingdom is morally grey, with vengeful and violent tendencies, but very decidedly on the side of the 'heroes'. This is because, ultimately, when it comes down to it he has more good qualities than bad. He is ruthless, but unlike Magneto, he never lets the people on his side rot for that. He is protective and caring of his own even if he doesn't always say nice things - actions speak louder than words. His counterbalance is Pekka Rollins, who is a monstrosity, and so it easier to view Kaz in a more heroic light.

Conclusion:

It's about balance. A morally grey character is essentially one who is not good, but is not evil. To understand this, the writer/reader needs to understand them, and know what 'evil' and 'good' are in the world of the story. They need to understand the character's internal code of ethics, regardless if it completely follows our societal ethical norms of not.

To avoid being the villain, your morally grey character can and must cross some lines, and make difficult decisions, but they must also show kindness/good qualities and they can never be worse than the villain of your story.

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