#turns out sleeping with a married woman the same day she decided she wants a divorce is complicated: shocked and upset

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Hopelessly Devoted (PART THREE)

Summary: After the previous day's events relentlessly play out in your head you come to the realisation it's time to move on from any hopes you had of rekindling your relationship with Tommy. But just as you decided to turn the page, Tommy's thoughts begin to be plagued by the past. His attempts at confessing how he really feels short lived when he discovers he has been betrayed on the day his plan to take out Billy Kimber falls apart.

Warnings: Language, angst, mutual pining

Authors note: The song Y/N sings is "Where have all the flowers gone" covered by Olivia Newton-John.

" Shit..." you said as you looked in your bathroom mirror dabbing the cut on your throat with a cotton ball doused in alcohol as you glanced down at your trembling hand, quickly grabbing it with the other to stop the shaking as your frustration with the constant nerves engulfing your every waking breath refused to relent. Walking over to your bed you sat down as tears began to form in the corner of your eyes. How was there even any left? You thought to yourself as you rested your head in your hand, exhausted from another night of almost no sleep. Biting the corner of your mouth you gave up letting the tears fall down your arm as the previous day's events played out in your head, tormenting you over and over again at the bitter pill you had finally forced yourself to swallow. This was it. I'ts over, there was no point in trying to kid yourself into thinking otherwise. Tommy may not have said the words to you himself but Kimber's men had made it clear to you of his feelings when they had a knife pushed up against your neck threatening your life. He was protecting the new barmaid he had known for five minutes by giving your name so freely, putting you in harm's way, the woman he had known his whole life the same woman he once wanted to marry at all cost. You thought to yourself as you glanced at his pocket watch sitting on your bedside table, glaring at it as if he had returned his love back to you, discarding anything he once felt for you like he had with your own feelings for him. Standing up you wiped your tears away as you straightened your body out trying to regain some sort of control over your emotions. Would he even care if you told him what happened when you left the Garrison? What did it even matter, you quickly determined. You had no intentions of telling him, you would not let him think you needed his protection, have him pity you, have him believe you couldn't fend for yourself. You was on your own now that much was clear, his feelings towards you finally understood when he replaced the one thing you never thought he would with such disregard and heartlessness. If Tommy was moving on it was time you did the same. No more tears no more day dreaming of what could have been. From this day forward you promised yourself not to let the heartbreak he had caused you drag you down any further. New me, new start. You mentally hummed to yourself like a mantra as you looked in the mirror hanging on the wall, holding up the burgundy dress you had picked out against your body. "Fuck him" you said as you nodded at your reflection, reassuring yourself on the hardest decision you had ever made. Grace can have him, good luck to her.

" Where is she?" Tommy huffed as he loomed over the large table in the room adjacent to the betting shop as his family looked on shrugging their shoulders. " I dont have fucking time to wait around for her shit" Tommy said as he pulled out his new pocket watch, the weight of it not feeling the same, the shape of it not sitting in his hand how he liked how he had become accustomed to.

" Yes your relentless brooding over her is not obvious at all" Polly uttered quietly under her breath as she licked her finger, turning the page of the newspaper in front of her as Arthur and John sniggered at eachother.

" What's that, hm?" Tommy said as he leaned forward his eyes darting between the three of them as Arthur put his hands up in defence unable to hold back the laugh he had been trying to keep in. You were getting under his skin, and Arthur found it the most comical thing he witnessed all week.

" Sorry brother" Arthur said as he sniffed back his laughs clearing his throat. "But she always has had you by your balls. Not that you'll ever admit it" Arthur snickered as the whole room let out a burst of small laughs whilst Tommy's face twisted in anger. There was nothing more loving than teasing a family member in the Shelby house.

" Right you all done? " he said pointing at everyone as he pulled his pocket watch out to check the time again " Five minutes" he mumbled as he clenched his jaw. " I'll fire every single one of you" Tommy muttered as he sat down in his chair with a huff.

" Alright now that you've had your little temper tantrum can we get to business. And she's ten minutes late not five" Polly said taking a sip of tea, a smile on her lips as she watched the realisation on Tommy's face. His watch for the first time in ten years was on time. Fuck. He had become so used to it being five minutes late he would plan all his meetings around the little habit you had started ten years ago, never bothering to or wanting to turn it to the right time. Except this time you was ten minutes late. Just as Tommy was about to get into another rant about your tardiness the sound of your heels echoing loudly though the betting shop had everyone but Tommy turn their head.

"Fabulous" Polly mouthed to you when you walked into the room, motioning up and down with her hand at your outfit as Tommy's head nearly flew of his neck when he turned to face John and the wolf whistle he had just sent your way.

"There she is" Arthur said, sending you a wink of approval as you strutted through the room with a new air of confidence passing by Tommy as he finally turned his head to you. Looking you up and down Tommy cleared his throat as he shifted in his seat hitching his trousers further up, his eyes widening as he looked you over. Was this for his benefit or everyone else's he wondered as he looked at the way your dress hugged every curve of your body, every curve he could never keep his hands off.

" You're late" he said as his eyes pierced into you, piercing through that fucking dress you had decided to wear to make him jealous, to torment him. He thought to himself as he tried to stay composed, tried to stop himself from saying something he would regret.

" Oh am I?" you replied nonchalantly as you pulled a chair out from the side, scrapping it along the floor to the opposite end of the end of table. " Only five minutes though" you said sitting down, having not once looked at him since you entered the room.

" Ten" Tommy replied as he leaned his elbow on the arm of his chair, his fingers resting in front of his lips as he watched you brush your hair behind your shoulder. Something was different. And since when did you start wearing dresses like that? Tommy thought to himself when he suddenly determined you had a new man. His only evidence being that dress he couldn't keep his eyes off and the small remark you made the other day about your relationship being over, a remark that had been playing on his mind ever since. His eyes still boring into you, Tommy quickly decided he'd find the bastard you was dating and rip his throat out for daring to go near you. Had everyone forgotten the warning he had given?

" Replaced that too I see" you said finally looking up as your eyes locked onto each others, a smirk on you lips as you enjoyed your new founded confidence. Last night's events had finally given you the push you needed, the wake up call you had been longing for.

"Shall we start" Polly said as everyone else who had been watching your interactions finally shifted their eyes away from the palpable tension between you. Nodding his head Tommy lit a cigarette shaking the flame from the match as he continued to watch you in the corner of his eye.

All throughout the meeting you could feel the heat of his glare burning into your cheeks with every minute that passed whilst you constantly fidgeted in your chair, desperately wanting to free yourself from his incessant stare. Your confidence was back but not enough to face his piercing blue eyes that he enjoyed watching you squirm under and the foul mood he had forced you and everyone else to endure. As for Tommy he had no interest in what his family had to stay. Instead he was more concerned as to what had you looking so pleased with yourself so poised, a far cry from how you had been in recent years. His concerns only heightened when John went over dates for an event Tommy had planned for everyone in celebration. A celebration for what, nobody new yet.

"Talked with Aunt Pol, only date free is February the fifteenth, in a month's time for your...whatever it is" John said chewing on the end of his pencil as he squinted at his handwriting on the piece of paper in front of him. " No the sixteenth" he said looking up as Polly rolled her eyes.

" The nineteenth" she said as she shook her head at her nephew whilst John shrugged his shoulders replacing the pencil in his mouth with a toothpick.

" Right yeh, fine" Tommy said as he mentally went through the dates in his head, hoping his plans in a week's time would go the way he wanted to actually have something to celebrate about. "Y/N you gonna write that down?" he said looking to you as he tapped his fingers on the table trying to gain your attention.

" I can't come" you said as you finished writing in your notebook finally looking up to see the irritation growing in Tommy's face.

" It's a company gathering. You don't have a choice. Moving on..." Tommy said as he flicked his ash into the glass dish beside him as he lent back into his chair.

" I'm not obligated. It wasn't in my contract" you said as you crossed your arms.

" You don't have a contract" Tommy scoffed as he rubbed his brow in frustration.

" Well I want one, that way I know exactly where I stand"

"Think you're making it pretty clear were you stand sweetheart" Tommy said as you glared at him. " So what is it that has you so busy you can't come, care to share it with us?"

" I have plans with someone" you lied. In truth, you didn't have any reason to not got to Tommy's event. You just didn't want to, knowing you wouldn't be able to endure another evening watching him with her again.

"You have plans with someone in a month's time? Who?" Tommy asked stubbing out his cigarette getting annoyed with your short response" With who Y/N?"

" What's it got to do with you?"

" Another man, is that it hm? You fuckin..."

" Right think we're done ay" Arthur said standing up as he clapped his hands together cutting Tommy off in attempt to break the tension before a slagging match ensued between you both. Staring eachother down you was the first to get up, briskly walking away with a scowl on your face as Tommy brushed his hand down his face.

" See that fucking attitude I have to deal with?" Tommy said as he stood up turning to Arthur. It wasn't the first spat you had ever had in front of everyone but it had been the first time in a long time that you finally bit back at his words, catching him of guard.

" Wonder where she learnt that?" Arthur said as he placed his hand on Tommy's shoulder before walking off with a smirk on his face.

" I won't stand for this kind of attitude in a work place! Hey, you all listening to me?" Tommy shouted as he turned to everyone in the betting office and their weak attempts to hide the amusement on their faces.

" We hear you baby brother!" Arthur called out as he grabbed his hat walking out the door. Clearly everyone was mad at him, mad at the way he had treated you the previous evening in the Garrison . But Tommy was just as mad at himself for letting the events play out. He felt blindsided by Grace's gift. He needed you to know that, he needed you to know the last thing he wanted was to be parted from it.

It had been a few hours since the meeting when the tension between you and Tommy had almost turned into a full blown argument one that potentially had the chance of you launching anything you could find at him. Thankfully Arthur had intervened, stopping you from embarrassing yourselves in front of the whole betting shop. For the remainder of the day you had stayed out of each others way letting your anger towards one another simmer down. But an hour before closing time Tommy had called you into his office. His plan was to apologise for the previous evening, albeit in a cold uniquely Tommy way. But nonetheless he felt guilty for what had happened last night. Little did he know, he was only going to make things worse. As you entered his office Tommy looked up from the various papers on his desk to the scowl still spread across your face. You was clearly still mad at him, did he really think he could just apologise and his cruel actions would be forgotten?

" Hand me my diary" he asked as he rubbed his forefinger above his top lip watching you as you crossed your arms in frustration. Did he seriously ask you in here to fetch his diary for him ? You thought to yourself as you stormed over to the shelves behind him as he cleared his throat reaching for the pack of cigarettes on his desk. Slamming it on the table in front of him you started to walk off when he grabbed your arm stopping you.

" I need you to write down the dates John gave at the meeting" he said as he looked up at you and the storm of anger building in your face.

" You couldn't have done that yourself?"

" Forgot them" he said as he picked up a pencil handing it to you.

" You never forget anything Thomas Shelby" you snapped back grabbing the pencil from his hand as you started turning the pages, a little huff leaving your throat that Tommy couldn't help but smile at. " What's this?" you asked pointing at a black star one week from today.

" The day I finish my dealings with Kimber. The dates" he said nodding at the book, lighting a cigarette as your hand wavered over the paper at the confirmation from Tommy himself that what Kimber's men had said yesterday when they had you pushed up against the brick wall behind your home was Indeed true. Turning the page a sudden surge of discomfort started to build within you, a discomfort you hadn't felt since he left for France. He was putting his life at risk once again, and the only reaction you had was worry, worry that he wouldn't come back from it. " There" you said quietly, pushing the book towards him as you turned to leave.

" Y/N' wait" Tommy said as he stood up walking over to you." The other day at the Garrison...the pocket watch i didn't want to.."

" Just stop Tommy" you said as put your hand up cutting him off " We've both moved on, why hold onto the past right? " you added as Tommy let out a deep sigh whilst you turned your head away from him avoiding as much eye contact as you possibly could.

" That's the thing, I never mov... What's that?" He said as he moved your hair away from your neck, you body flinching as his thumb rubbed along the small knife mark on your skin. " Y/N who did that to you?" Tommy said, his voice getting lower as a surge of anger started to course through him.

" It's nothing Tommy"

" Nothing? You're lying" he replied with a scoff as he moved your hair away again, ducking his head down to to get a better look when you swatted his hand away. " Looks like someone had a knife to your throat" he said as he let his hand drop to his side, fury rising within him at the mere thought of someone hurting you.

" Don't be ridiculous. I was cutting my hair and nipped my skin. Why do you care anyway?"

"You never was very good at lying Y/N" Tommy said huffing as he watched you bite the corner of you bottom lip whilst you fidgeted in place. " And you really think I stopped caring about you?"

" Yes" you said as the words caught in your throat, tears welling in your eyes as you spun around to the door not wanting him to see you like this. His pity was the last thing you needed to add to you ever growing list of reasons to feel insecure.

" Y/N wait, I need to know what happened " he said as he tried to turn you around but stopped as you shrugged him off you, opening the door then slamming it shut behind you.

" Fuck sake" Tommy muttered under his breath as he watched you return to your desk through the window of his office. There was no way he would let this slide. You was clearly lying to him and he was determined to find out why.

As closing time approached you picked up your belongings when your movements had Tommy who was deep in thought abruptly stand up grabbing his coat and hat. If he was coming out here to bombard you with questions as to what happened he could forget it. You thought to yourself as you hurried to the door hearing him call your name. "Fucking door" you mumbled, pulling at the handle trying to open it as you looked over your shoulder to see Tommy heading your way, luck finally falling upon you when John stopped him putting the book of takings in front of him. Open, open, open! You thought as you rattled the handle pulling it back and forth when the door suddenly opened with ease and Grace walked in.

" Y/N" she said as she looked you over, taking in your reddened face from your efforts, a small chuckle leaving her lips. " Came to surprise Tommy after work" she said as she continued to stand in your way.

" How lovely" you said sarcastically as you tried to push past her when she put her hand on your arm.

" I know about that old pocket watch you gave Tommy all those years ago" she said looking at you. " Best you let go off the past, after all Tommy said it was only a silly little teen fling" she said with a small smile.

" Fling?" You repeated taken aback by what she had just said, what Tommy had said to her.

" Childhood sweethearts never last Y/N, don't be naive" She said in a mocking tone, belittling you without an ounce of shame at her hurtful choice of words. What were you saying, what had she said? Tommy panicked as John continued to bother him with the takings of the day. As your head turned to face him, Tommy swallowed harshly at the sight of a tear falling down your cheek.

" Let her go Tommy" Grace said placing both her hands on his chest as he walked over to where you had been standing, watching you storm out onto the streets of Watery Lane as the door closed behind you.

A fling, a fucking fling. He once asked you to marry him, promised to spend the rest of his life with you, her words couldn't have cut deeper if they tried. Let them have eachother. You thought to yourself as you clutched your coat around you heading for home, back to the four walls where you knew you would ultimately fall apart once again, your new founded confidence short-lived your own promises discarded, dwindling down into a pile of self-doubt and surrender after Graces cruel remarks. Could things get any worse?

One week later..

Today was black star day, the day Tommy planned to take out Billy Kimber and all of his dealings. Sitting in the corner of the Garrison nursing the drink you had ordered over an hour ago you glanced over to see Tommy and Grace standing behind the bar pouring drinks for his men, undoubtedly to numb any nerves that threatened to appear risking the plan Tommy had been preparing meticulously for weeks. Lifting his head from the glass of stout he was pouring Tommy caught your eye. It was the first time in almost a week you had looked each others way, anything you had to say to one another was passed on to anyone in the betting shop that was willing and had the patience to deal with both of your stubbornness. But today was different and Tommy couldn't help but notice the way you was looking at him, the same way you looked at him as you both waited on the platform for the train to arrive and take him and all of the other men saying goodbye to their loved ones off to war. The only difference between them and you was you had barely uttered a word to eachother, his final goodbye before he boarded a quick peck to your cheek.

And as if you had been transported back five years, tears started to form in your eyes as you abruptly stood up leaving the Garrison like you did when Tommy stepped on the train not once looking back, leaving you alone and heartbroken. What you didn't know was, Tommy did look back. He pushed his way past all the other men in the carriage in search of a free window shouting your name as he desperately tried to get a glimpse of you one last time before he left for war.

"Y/N!" Tommy shouted as he grabbed his coat and hat racing out of the Garrison. He wouldn't let what happened on that platform five years ago play out again.

" Tommy wait! What are you doing?" Grace called out after him as she watched the Garrison doors close behind him. " Why does he always go after her? He doesn't even love her anymore" she seethed as she looked to Arthur who raised his brow downing the rest of his drink.

" Doesn't love her? He's a stubborn bastard but he never stopped Grace" Arthur said as he walked away leaving her fuming at Tommy's unrelenting devotion to you.

"Where have all the young men gone,

long time ago?

Where have all the young men gone?

Gone to soldiers, every one..."

You sang, tears streaming your cheeks as you sat by your little brother Georgie's gravestone, his life taken like so many others during an air raid. Wiping your tears you continued to sing as if time had stood still and you was back in 1916 sitting on the grass in the only place you felt peace and calm, waiting for the men you loved so much to return from war.

" Do you still sing that song for me?" Tommy said as he slowly approached you, afraid you'd stop.

" Leave me alone Tommy" you sniffed as you stood up brushing the remaining tears away from your cheeks, looking out at Small Heath in the distance.

" We live in the same town, work in the same place. I can't...I don't want to" He said as he stepped closer wanting to reach out to you, wanting to hold you in his arms like he should have done all those years ago.

" Yes, Tommy Shelby doesn't care what anybody else wants, what anybody else asks does he? you replied misunderstanding the meaning behind his words. " Why did you follow me?" you sighed picking up the dead flowers by Georgie's grave as you turned around making you way down the hill not wanting to even wait for his response when Tommy put his arm out, stopping you from walking any further.

" You were crying" he replied feeling like a teen boy again stuck on what he really wanted to say. " Y/N I.." Tommy sighed as he brought his thumb up, brushing it down your cheek. " I knew you would come up here" he said, his hand dropping from your face as he abandoned the small speech he had prepared as he made his way to the cemetery to find you.

" Crying, I've been crying for five years, only now you notice?!" you scoffed pushing past him.

" Oh I noticed, its not like you try and hide it, do you? " Always pushing it in my face, have you forgotten who's fault this all is, eh?" Tommy said as his stance stiffened, his coldness towards you making a swift return when you didn't respond to his veiled attempts to be tender with you.

" Here I almost forgot. Throw it in the cut like you did everything else when you came back from France, like you did my heart. After all it was just a fling " you said storming back to him as you pulled his pocket watch out of your coat, shoving it into his hands.

" A fling? Y/N!" Tommy called out furrowing his brow as he watched you run down the hill. "You broke my heart first, you fucking broke mine first!" Tommy shouted back taking his cap off as he brushed his hands through his hair. " Fuck!" He yelled throwing his hat onto the grass as Jeremiah and Arthur came running up the hill.

" Tommy!" Arthur shouted as his brother turned around to face them, brushing his eyes with the back of his hand.

" What? What is it?" Tommy sniffed as his eyes darted between them both. "Well?"

"Tell him what you just told me" Arthur said breathlessly as he turned to Jeremiah stood beside him.

" Just heard there's to van's driving up the Stratford Road. An old Corporal of mine said he recognised some of the men..he said it's the Kimber boys"

"Ada wake up! You and the baby get into the ball ring where there's lots of people" Tommy said as he stormed through their house on Watery Lane as Arthur, Jeremiah and his son Isaiah followed behind him.

" What's going on?" Polly said as she took in Tommy's panicked state.

"We've been fucking betrayed" he replied rubbing his forehead. " Someone let slip. Kimber's men are on their way here" Tommy said as he paced the room back and forth.

" Yeh but you can handle them Tommy" Polly said having confidence that her nephew had another plan if something like this was to to happen.

"It's just us. All the Lee's are on their way to Worcester, we're outnumbered" Tommy said as the realisation his plan had fallen apart started to sink in. "Fuck!" he shouted as he slammed his hands down onto the top of a cabinet, the pictures and ornaments rattling from the force of his outburst.

"Who else knew today was the day you was moving on Kimber? You said you kept it a secret who else did you tell? " Polly questioned as Tommy leaned his weight on the mahogany wood, clenching his jaw at what Isaiah had told him before they had all entered the house.

" Isaiah" Tommy said as he turned his head to the young Blinder. " Tell them what you just told me"

" Tom, I don't think she was..." he said as he stepped forward when his boss cut him off.

" Tell them!" Tommy shouted turning around, his patience wearing so thin he was close to loosing any self-control he had left.

" The other day I saw Y/N with Kimber's men in the alley way behind her place. I thought she'd come to you and tell you herself. Tom they look like they roughed her up " he said as Tommy scoffed at his remark.

" Nah I don't believe it. Y/N would never..." Arthur said when Tommy interrupted.

" Betray me? She fucking hates me, you've all seen it " he replied raising his brow as he stepped closer to his older brother. " You've always stuck up for her, but she did this, she threw us under the bus. All of us, even you Arthur" he said pointing his finger in his older brothers face.

" I'd back away if I was you Tommy, because this time I won't let you win baby brother" Arthur said pushing him in the chest away from him. " We've known her since we were bloody kids. Y/N would never betray this family, she's one of us" Arthur concluded as he walked away grabbing the bottle of whisky on the table, pouring himself a full glass before he too lost control of his temper.

" Tommy that girls been devoted to you the moment she met you, you're blinded by your bitterness towards her. Did you not tell anyone else? Polly asked as Tommy shook his head forgetting or ignoring the fact he had, the very same person who had written it in his diary. No, Tommy's sights were set on you, only you could have done this only you could have betrayed him.

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California Fornication //

One — ‘That was Jake’

Summary: When the man you’d been seeing turned out to have a wife, your world came crashing down around you. While you tried your best to move onwards and upwards, the very reason for all your recent relationship problems comes strolling into the bar.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating. Love Triangle x2. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin xF!reader. Question ing Morality. Angst.

Word Count: 1.9k

Author Note: Based off the first scene Mark Sloan is in. Greys Anatomy.

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It always plays on repeat in your mind like a slow motion picture, like a scene in one of those old timey movies where everyone and everything slows down so that the main protagonist can understand the situation unfolding around them. 

That moment where your boyfriend of only a few months— Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, told you that he was technically married, haunted you day in and day out. Married to the woman who’d come up to the pair of you in the locker room on base after she’d been transferred to North Island. She’d come waltzing over with a confident smile and a pretty face. She knew she was about to turn your life on its axis. 

For better or worse. 

“Y/n.” It wasn’t often people actually said your name, majority of the same it was your callsign—but the way the colour drained from Bradleys face as he turned to you with a gut wrenching look smeared across his usually perfect face, had your stomach churning. “I’m so sorry—“ 

“Hi, I’m Katie Bradshaw—“ The woman, who mind you, was stunning to say the very least, stuck her hand out to shake yours. You took it gracefully, with enough conviction in your grip to not have it show you were completely blindsided by that all too familiar last name. 

“Bradshaw?” You smiled softly as you sent Rooster a confusing look. He’d never mentioned a sister or a cousin before in the few months you’d been seeing and sleeping together. 

“I’m Rooster's wife—“ Those three words would forever haunt you. “And you must be the woman who’s been screwing my husband?” 

“Hey! Siren!” It was Phoenix’s voice that broke you out of the trance you’d fallen into as you showed. Her fist slamming against the shower door three quick and consecutive times made you jump a little as the warm water encapsulated you entirely. “You coming to the Hard Deck?” 

“Yeah yeah, just give me a few minutes!” You replied as you washed your face. “I’ll meet you guys over there.” It had only been three weeks since you called it quits with the mustache having aviator who had stolen your heart. The entire situation made you feel dirty. Even if you weren’t the one in the wrong. No amount of showering could wash away the dirty feeling you’d been left with. 

What could be worse than being branded the dirty mistress? That no one told you about the cheating scandal that had rocked the Bradshaws' happy marriage about a year ago. That was worse. 

Bradley swore black and blue he was going to tell you. He’d sworn the rest of the squad to secrecy about the details too. He wanted to be the one to tell you. To tell you that you were the first woman he’d been with since he’d walked in on his wife, Katie, and his best friend, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, in bed together. 

Still, the ultimatum was given. You’d asked Bradley to pick you, choose you, love you. But when the time came to decide he chose his wife. His reasonings were none of your business nor concern. 

And so you walked away. Labelled the mistress and the interim love affair. Even against the Chester you didn’t compare—and that crushed you completely. 

“You’ve been doing that an awful lot lately.” Pennys voice broke through the haze you’d fallen into at the bar. The drink you’d ordered, Gin Sour, sat in front of you on a Hard Deck coaster. “What’s on your mind daydreamer?” 

“More like a never ending nightmare Pen.” You sighed before reaching for your drink. “This whole situation makes me feel like I need a lobotomy.” 

“Rooster still trying to force a friendship?” In truth Bradley thought he owed his marriage just one more shot. But right after you walked away he immediately started to regret his decision to choose his wife. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and all that was you. He’d made the wrong decision, but was too proud to admit it. Especially to his wife. 

He stood across the Hard Deck with a beer in his hand and his arm slung around her hip, looking at you like a puppy you’d left out in the rain. He missed you, oh so much. And that fact you hardly spoke to him these days made his heart hurt inside his chest. 

“Yeah—and I don’t think I can handle it anymore.” You admitted before taking a sip of your drink. “I’ve asked for a transfer, just to make it easier. I can’t focus, can’t sleep, because he’s just—always around.” 

“Sounds to me like you’re just running away from your problems.” Penny held her tongue as she watched the tall sandy blonde appear next to you at the bar. “That, or you know that you’re still in love with the guy and no matter what you do he’ll still manage to wiggle his way in because you’ll always allow him to.” It took you a few moments to register what the stranger beside you said as you eyed him up and down. 

“Sensitivity—“ You rolled your eyes. “I like that in a stranger.” The alcohol coursed through your body like a mild painkiller. “Are you new in town?” The civvies were an excellent camouflage against the sea of tans that flooded the Hard Deck—and Penny wasn’t about to be the one who told you the stranger you were talking to was the reason for your current situation. 

“Just visiting—“ He made sure to lie, a little white lie never hurt anyone. Or so they said. But the man beside you with the perfect smile and emerald green eyes definitely wanted to see how far he could get this conversation. “I’m confounded by all the patches and it’s only my first day in town.” He sighed softly as he sat beside you. “Budweiser please Barkeep.” Penny nodded without another word. 

“You get used to it, North Island is a Naval Base after all.” It felt like a needed explanation. The stranger beside you nodded softly as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket. 

“So I’ve heard.” A comfortable silence fell between you and the handsome stranger as he waited for his beer. “Kinda wish I’d stayed in bed, if I had known this place would be crawling with Naval Officers I wouldn’t have bothered.” Oh he knew, he knew all right. 

He knew that the Hard Deck would be packed to the rafters with the Dagger Squad and he certainly knew North Island was a Naval Base. Why? Because he was a part of that designated team. You’d just been the one who replaced him while he was tasked to special ops. Now? He was back to cause chaos. 

“Hey Rooster—“ Fanboy grabbed Bradley’s attention away from Bob. “You see who’s at the bar with Siren?” As Bradley turned his attention back to where he’d known you to be sitting for the better half of the evening, he immediately saw red. A jealousy that rivaled nothing he’d ever felt before consumed him fully, even if his wife was tucked in at his side. 

“We just met and already you’re talking about bed.” You chuckled softly as you took another sip of your drink. Penny had since passed Jake his Budweiser and before you knew it, he was laughing softly beside you. “Not very subtle.” 

“Being subtle was never really my strong suit.” The man beside you replied with a look of all knowing. He knew something you didn’t. If you didn’t know any better you would have asked what that may have been. But you chose to take another sip of your gin. Settletting once again into the comfortable silence that surrounded you and the stranger to your right. 

“So, you ever go out with co-workers?” It stunned you for a second, the forwardness of such a question, but then again—you still didn’t know this guy's name and he was making the heat in your cheeks reach new uncharted heights. 

“I um—“ You tucked some of your hair behind your ear and turned to give the golden skinned, white T wearing man beside you your full attention. Crossing your legs as you did so, so that his knees were on either side of yours. “I make it a rule not to.” His answer sent a shiver down your spin. A good shiver. A shiver that made your core flutter. 

“Then I am so glad that I don’t work here.” Maybe it was the gin talking or maybe it was your recent breakup, but this guy was the very definition of a piece of art. He was gorgeous, an Adonis that surely would have come straight out of accent metrology. 

“Are you hitting on me?” You tried to hide the keen grin that threatened to creep across your slightly heated face, but the sudden attention was giving you an ego boost you desperately needed after being rejected in favour of the cheating wife. 

“Would that be so wrong?” Oh this guy was good. Too good. His infectious smile captivated you in every way it could have. His eyes held a story that was dying to be told. His confidence made you want to lean in and taste it, like hard candy it probably tastes just as sweet as his scent smelled. With notes of Vanilla and warm Bourbon lingering from his neck. 

So you stuck your hand out for him to accept ever so politely. His eyes never left your as you smiled and bit your bottom lip bashfully. 

“I’m Y/n—“ “Lieutenant Y/n Siren Y/l/n.”  “And you are?” Nothing could have prepared you for what happened next. Remember that slow motion we were talking about earlier? Well, the seconds it took Bradley Bradshaw's fist to collide against your handsome mystery man’s cheek, it felt like a century as it played out in painfully slow motion before you. 

His head hit the bar with a thud as beer spilled into your lap. 

“Rooster! Jesus—!” You gasped as you stood and pushed against Bradley’s chest to back him up and away from the man you’d just been talking to. “Fuck! what the hell was that!?” 

Bradley didn’t answer right away as you turned to watch the blond stand with blood dripping down and out of his nose. The two stood there in silence, eyeing each other off as Penny fished out the bar's basic first aid kit. 

“That—“ Bradley huffed as he shook his throbbing hand. His jaw had never been so clenched before. He was furious and full of a rage that burned so deep it could have raised his core temperature by a few degrees. 

His wife stood off to the side looking all kinds of guilty. As did the rest of the Daggers. They knew this was about to get messy. They knew if he was back and already had his target set on you then there was going to be an all out war between the two men who stood ready to run at each other like angry bulls. 

And you, well—you were more concerned about the blood gushing from the nose of your stranger than you were about your ex’s possibly broken hand. But Bradley turned back to you, for a mere second to explain. 

And when he did—you forgot what morals were.

“That was Jake.”

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[look-at-the-soul]

Can’t love in the dark (Part 2)

Tommy Shelby x reader

Sequel to “All I ask”

Request: kind of 🤭 @l1-l4 Andy threw a fantastic idea one day and I saw it, and from that moment I’ve been thinking about it daily… until this idea worked perfectly with another request for my Adele challenge ♥️ Andy, you asked for an angsty story, here you go! I hope you and everyone else like it 🥰 that gif was amazing and summed Tommy’s anger.

Summary: (There’s a time jump between this and the first part) Tommy keeps watching over Y/N, sending flowers, even after getting married to someone else. Until one day he exploded after finding the truth that caused a terrible accident.

“Can’t love in the dark” is one of my favorite Adele songs, the sentiment she sings with every time she performs it on stage gives me chills 🥹

⚠️ Angst but with a little surprise at the end 🤭

Word count: 4,727 (without the lyrics)

Making the decision to let Tommy go was the hardest thing you ever had to do, but it was for the best, or at least you tried to convince yourself of that. Crying your heart out at night you tried to comfort yourself by thinking that his baby would be able to grow next to his father. Forcing yourself to push aside the feelings and expectations you started to develop towards Tommy and the future he had shared with you that’d be taking off right after the races.

He’d have another priorities from now on.

The following day you quit your part time job at the Shelby Company Ltd. and focused entirely on the shoes shop. Tommy tried absolutely everything in his power but all he got in response was a sad glance that broke his heart or you leaving him at the shop speaking to himself while you pretended to be busy in the back.

There was nothing to be angry or resentful towards him, he slept with Grace before meeting you after all… but deep down you wished it was you instead of her the one getting pregnant.

With a heavy heart you thought how you could only dream of what could’ve been.

You had been on the edge ever since, struggling to sleep, eating the bare minimum, you felt like a fragile thing that’d break at the slightest contact, trying to hide from your poor father the sadness that you carried around like a heavy weight on your shoulders.

Nothing seemed to be working out the way he had planned. Not after you made it very clear that the future he had envisioned of the two of you together wasn’t possible, he held the hopes still, thinking you’d accept the marriage proposal and he could be there for his son, but you quickly let him him know that was way too modern and looked extremely bad for you. He tried convincing you over and over, assuring that it would be just fine because it was you the one he wanted to get married to, not Grace.

There was nothing he could say would convince you otherwise.

But what really hit him was that one time when you on the edge of crying asked him to leave, you actually yelled at him frustrated because it was too damn painful to accept the fact that he didn’t belong to you, you accepted out loud that you were jealous of Grace for giving him something you wouldn’t.

As weeks went by, he got the news that Grace’s husband ended with his own life, he decided to not get involved in that matter but it was hard to stay away at the same time because she was pregnant with his baby. She was deeply affected by the way events turned out, constantly on the edge and his major concern was the wellbeing of his unborn child so he did everything he could to ensure it. One thing led to the other and he ended up getting married with Grace because it was the right thing to do.

So here he was, stuck in a marriage for the wrong reasons, thinking of another woman, dreaming of another woman that was slowly, little by little slipping away from him. It was impossible to focus on the fucking papers in front of him, work had been pilling up because he was always looking for a ridiculous excuse to see you, even from afar.

Polly stormed into her nephew’s office fuming after learning that he had blinders guarding Y/N when she took the train to the south to see a new vendor. Despite what happened, Polly still had a good relationship with her.

“It’s been over a year Thomas, you have to let her go, you got married to Grace, have a son now… Y/N needs to live her life, rebuild and start over.”

“What the fuck do you mean start over?” He squinted his eyes, blowing away the smoke of his cigarette.

“Oh! Please don’t play dumb with me, do you really expect her to remain single forever?”

The realization sinking in, it felt as if he got kicked in the gut. The long gulp of whiskey didn’t help.

“No… no, there can’t be another man in her life.”

“Are you even listening to what you say?! She deserves to be happy!”

“What do you know? Ey?!”

“There’s someone who’s interested in her but he can’t get close because of your bloody guards!” Polly exploded.

Jaw clenched at the thought of another man starting to court you. No, anything but that.

“I’ve to protect her.” Tommy leant on his desk with palms wide open. Head hanging low.

“You lost her and all for your stupid revenge towards the woman you’re married now!”

“I never thought she would get pregnant, trust me that wasn’t my intention.”

“But it’s too late now for that… just let the girl move on.” Turning on her heels she walked towards the door. “And be more discreet, the maids keep gossiping about how you are sleeping in the guest room.”

****

Hearing the bell, you called from the back of the room; “The store is closed now, I just forgot to change the sign” but you cut yourself after finding him at the other side of the counter.

“Y/N… please.”

Take your eyes off of me so I can leave

I'm far too ashamed to do it with you watching me

Defeated, you gave up, manners long forgotten. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not welcomed here anymore?”

Your attitude made him remember the first time he saw you and Tommy had to hide the smirk that was about to appear on his lips.

Please, stay where you are

Don't come any closer

“Just leave, Thomas, for good.” You pointed at the door. “Goodness, sometimes I wish you could keep your fucking promise and burn this fucking place down so I would’ve a reason to go away.” You admitted with anger, pacing the small shop.

Don't try to change my mind

I'm being cruel to be kind

“I could never do that to you.”

“That look doesn’t charm me anymore, your shoes are new, I bet all bloody Birmingham has new shoes so you really don’t have anything else to do here.”

“I want to help you.”

“Don’t.” You stated bluntly. “I don’t want your help or anything for the matter.”

“When I look around and see all I got, I should be pleased by the way things turned out. But I can’t… because I’m not sharing it with you.”

He was sincere and genuine, you knew that.

“Those were your dreams, not mine.” You added one more -an unnecessary- coat of product to clean the shoes, just to distract you from his gaze.

“Polly mentioned you need to move on. But I can’t let you go.” He was selfish without question, but those strong feelings for you didn’t go away even after marrying Grace.

“So I assume you’ll just go and use that razor blade in any potential man I lay my eyes on.”

“That’s not a bad idea, I’ll consider it thanks.” He added with a smile, loving the irritation in your eyes.

“What do you want Thomas?”

“You.”

It was one word but it included everything he really wanted.

“And what do you suggest then? You want me to be your mistress? That’s not going to happen.”

“Y/N…”

Emotions got the best of her, her eyes filled with tears. “I can’t love you in the dark.”

“Do you nee-”

I can't love you in the dark

It feels like we're oceans apart

There is so much space between us

Baby, we're already defeated

Shaking your head you gave him a warning look. “If you don’t leave right now, I’m going to start throwing shoes at your head for real.”

That was an image he would’ve loved to see, and deep down he knew you would do it without a doubt. So he decided to save himself the embarrassment and headed to the door, but before he even got to open the door, he turned to give you one more look.

Everything changed me

“Please just don’t kiss him the same way you kissed me… cause if you do, you’ll remember me.”

Your fist closed around the shoe you had been holding, way to expensive to throw it away, so instead you threw the brush you had been using. Letting out a groan in frustration.

Time didn’t make it any easier to forget him, all the opposite the feelings for him seemed to be stronger than ever, you wouldn’t stand between him and his son. You returned every single present and basket with fruits and flowers he sent over the last months right after reading every note he added to whatever the present was. His words were tattooed in your heart.

You have given me something that I can't live without

You mustn't underestimate that when you are in doubt

If only he didn’t see Grace back then, you’d be enjoying life together.

****

“You wanted to see me Tommy?” Scudboat poked his head from the door.

“Come in, close the door.” As he saw the blinder step in, he took a long swing of his whiskey, the liquid burning. “I need you to ask your wife to go to Y/N’s shoes shop.”

“Again?” Asked in shock Scudboat, he just went last week, but as Tommy gave him a dead stare, he hid his hands in his pockets.

“Yes, again, but ask her to go on Monday after eleven o’clock that’s after Y/N left for the market, and it will take her a while to go back to the shop and you’ll give her mother this money.” Tommy planned. He knew you’d go then to prepare lunch for your father and eat with him, then you’d take over the shoe shop while your mother returned home.

Tommy knew every single step you took, at what time you got the newspaper and each vendor you’d visit. Yet, you were so far away from him.

It was unfair for you, he knew that. He’d never ask you to be his mistress or anything, he just wished to find a fucking way to get you back. It was hard also for him to admit there was a time when he thought that maybe, just maybe over time he’d learn to love Grace like he used to years ago, but deep down he knew he’d never fully forgive her for betraying him. Let alone having a son together would make their marriage work.

But I don't want to carry on like everything is fine

The longer we ignore it, all the more that we will fight

“What happened Johnny?” Tommy cleared his throat getting anxious by the minute.

“Ehh you won’t like I-” Johnny muttered but he cut himself off when Grace stepped into the office.

“Tommy…” she looked over at Johnny several times, like trying to give him a hint to leave them. “It’s getting late.”

He found it extremely annoying to get interrupted, leaning back in his chair he flicked his cigarette. “I know.”

“Are you coming to say goodnight to Charlie?” She tried batting her eyelashes at him, the sweetest smile on her lips.

“Later, I’m working.”

“Bu-”One annoyed look and a loud sigh and Grace brought a hand to the end of her hair to disguise her disappointment. “Alright.”

Rolling his shoulders, Tommy looked at Johnny again. “So?”

“Tom I don’t like this, why can’t you just leave the poor girl alone? You’ve a family now, a boy.”

But Tommy kept shaking his head. “I’m paying you to watch her and report her moves to me, not asking if you like it or not.”

Polly knew him, his uncle Charlie was able to read him like the palm of his hand, but Johnny couldn’t understand the motives to keep tracking Y/N down.

“You broke up a year ago, got married… there’s no reason to-”

“Johnny, I’m not going to ask you again.” He dragged the words, if it wasn’t for the desk between them, he would’ve Johnny Dogs by the collar of his shirt now.

“Y/N is dating someone.” Johnny murmured, keeping his head down.

A heavy silence filled the Arrow House office.

Please, don't fall apart

I can't face your breaking heart

Tommy got up from his chair and walked quietly towards the window finding darkness only.

“Who is he?” He asked with more control than he expected.

Johnny made a face. “Don’t do this to yourself Tommy, let her move on.”

The man with icy eyes gave him a side look, it was enough to make him talk.

“He’s a Doctor, respectable, good background, treats her right, sends flowers every four or five days, walks with her to the park on Wednesdays and Fridays, on Saturday he goes in for dinner but leaves right after that. On Sundays she brings him food to the hospital and...”

“Apple pie?” Tommy completed while Johnny nodded.

Tommy knew the fucking recipe from start to finish, he could almost smell it and his mouth watered by the simple memory of how it tasted.

Did she give the doctor a small piece with her fork like she used to do with him?

Did she kiss the corner of his mouth after having a bite to remove the remains of sugar?

“That’s all Johnny, thank you.” He swallowed hard, memories making his chest ache.

Johnny wondered if he should also tell Tommy another thing he found out while following them.

Stopping right in front of the heavy door, Johnny twisted the peaky cap between his hands.

“He bought a ring two days ago Tommy.”

“Johnny,” His emotionless voice stopped him, “don’t follow her, you can go back to the gypsy camp.”

Once alone, Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, defeated he took the glass of whiskey upstairs.

Looking at his son sleeping in his crib he couldn’t help but wonder why he made the mistake of fucking Grace that one time, he swore he could contain himself and he’d only use her to drive Campbell mad. But no, he was weak and the only time they were together she got pregnant. This wasn’t supposed to be how he envisioned his life, he wanted to date you, then propose to you, get married and start a family… you had been there for him to pick up the broken pieces from the ground that Grace left. Somehow you managed to make him softer, showed him he could trust and love again.

It wasn’t a surprise when you took a step back, didn’t accept his apologies, didn’t want to hear his explanations, packing your belongings from his office the very same night of the races, and closed the doors to your heart.

He begged, was willing to get on his knees to ask for forgiveness but you wouldn’t listen. His first mistake was to sleep with Grace that night, the second, marry her because she was with a child.

Was he being selfish? How could he let you go when you got so deep inside his heart?

You were slipping away from him, little by little, if you officially started a relationship with someone else, that man won’t waste time after realizing how fucking awesome you were, and if that happened, there was nothing left he could do to get you back.

I can't love you in the dark

It feels like we're oceans apart

There is so much space between us

“Why don’t you come to bed, Tommy?” Grace circled his desk and slipped her arms around his neck from behind. “It’s late.”

“In a minute.” He replied pretending to look at the papers scattered over the oak desk.

“I think you sho-”

“I said in a fucking minute!” He lost it.

Grace made a little jump when he raised his voice. “I heard what you said, I’m just trying to be a good wife.”

“Don’t try, Grace… just don’t try.” He added sharply.

“I’m doing everything I’m supposed to be doing Tommy, I take care of our house, look over Charlie, I make sure you’ve everything you need and yet I’m always alone here and when my husband is finally home by the end of the day I want him to take care of me.”

Tommy saw Grace toying with her wedding band.

“I’ve a load shit to do, alright?”

“Is that true or are you sleeping with some whore around?”

Her accusation made him snap his head at her. “What did you just said?”

“You haven’t even touch me in weeks…”

He wanted to sarcastically laugh at her question. You wouldn’t let him set a foot in your shop, let alone sleep in your bed.

“The way I see it, if you’re not with me that means you’re fucking someone else. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

He didn’t have the balls to say that the last time they slept together, he fantasized it was you instead of her, your name almost slipped out of his lips. But it would’ve drive Grace mad.

“I’m trying to go legal, Grace. That’s all… just go to sleep.”

“Tomm-” She started again but he cut her off.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

Before she left, Tommy could swear he heard a sob but he was busy emptying the whiskey in his glass as he stared into the fire absently. Throwing his head back atop of the couch he wondered if you were by yourself that night.

The following day Grace insisted on joining him to visit his beloved horse, who was being trained at another facility. She started telling Charlie he’d see horses and the kid got too excited to advice her against the idea.

“… as I walked into the jewelry, I saw these lovely earrings that match perfectly…” Grace chatted non stop as they were on their way to the stables. He was looking forward a quiet day, but Grace had other ideas.

He just wished she could sleep just like Charlie was doing in her arms.

“Are you listening?”

Tommy dragged his eyes from the road to look at Grace for an instant, snapping out of his own thoughts.

“Yeah.”

“So what do you think?”

Shuddering, he took a long puff from his cigarette, feeling the smoke burn in his throat.

“I knew it, Tommy… you’re not paying attention.”

“Can you please stop this?!”

“Don’t raise your voice, you’ll wake up Charlie.” She tried but it was too late, the kid was already fussing. “See what you did?”

“You started this.” He pointed angrily.

“Shh, shh Charlie don’t cry.” Grace tried to get his boy settled, luckily he found a couple of horses out there.

“Look over there Charlie.” Tommy pointed. “There’s a horse.”

“Joshiee.” Charlie repeated, clapping.

Stopping the car, Tommy took Charlie in his arms, leaving Grace behind him. The gentleman in him wouldn’t be proud. But each passing day it was harder to pretend that he cared.

Placing his son on the ground, Tommy offered his hand to guide him.

“Come ‘ere.” Pointing at the fishes in the water trough, Tommy looked at the kid smiling with his chubby hand extended. “Goldfish keep the water clean.” He explained as if Charlie could understand. Grace joined them minutes later.

“I’ve been thinking… we should go away, for a family holiday.” Grace proposed brushing away a lock from her face.

Tommy shook his head instantly.

“Can’t do that, I’ve lots of work to do.”

“For a few days.” She tried again.

“No, you can go with Charlie though.”

Grace unamused expression didn’t have any effect on him. He was used by now.

*****

Tommy felt a rush of adrenaline through his body as he pushed past the people gathered on the street. The flames consuming the small shop, people trying to use buckets to attempt to extinguish the fire.

“Y/N!” Was all he could think of as he was desperately looking around for you.

We're not the only ones, I don't regret a thing

Every word I've said, you know I'll always mean

Everything was chaos.

Someone shoved him from behind, but since he let his guard down, he never noticed. An angry voice called for him and he recognized it right away.

“You must be happy now, finally kept your promise of burning my place down… MY MOTHER WAS INSIDE! You bastard! Get outta here!” Your fist landed on his chest as he was trying to process everything.

Tommy felt a rush of relief wash over him as he saw you were alive, but then he got in defensive mode.

“You destroyed years of hard work! My grand parents opened this store, my father started here cleaning shoes until he got a promotion and met my mother.” You spat with tears in your eyes, not caring about the venom and anger in your voice, or the people staring. “I HATE YOU THOMAS SHELBY, and I hope you pay for this.”

“I didn’t do this.” He let out a heavy sigh, shocked by your accusation.

His heart was shattered to know you thought he could do something like this. His stomach turned into a tight knot as he found the disappointment in your eyes.

“As if I didn’t know you, leave for good and don’t you ever come back.” You spat with anger oozing from every pore.

It is the world to me that you are in my life

But I want to live and not just survive

Walking backwards, he stumbled with someone who was trying to help. On his way to his vehicle he saw your mother sitting next to another woman on bench, at least she wasn’t injured.

“Find whoever did this.” Tommy instructed one of the blinders before leaving the place, he still couldn’t believe this was happening, but he had an engagement to attend and besides there was nothing he could do if you didn’t want him there.

Rushing into Arrow House he needed to hurry up to be on time, luckily Frances had his outfit prepared. The phone had been ringing in his office, but he really needed to get out of the house as soon as possible, after adjusting the last touches to his tuxedo, he moved to walk around the car, finding Grace already waiting for him. She welcomed him with a smile and a kiss that took him by surprise, there was something in her eyes different, it seemed like she didn’t had been bothering him about another woman in his life.

“Everything will get better for us after tonight Tommy, I just know.” She checked her reflection.

He doubted it was a possibility, but decided to have a peaceful night for once, specially at an event like this. He needed to raise funds.

“Where have you been? You were almost late.” She asked casually disturbing the peace he was looking for.

“Had some trouble at the shop. Finn messed up.” He lied.

“Hmm that’s weird, I looked for you there and couldn’t find you.”

“Went to the Garrison afterwards, that’s the reason I was late.” The lies slipped from his lips so easily.

She wanted to add something else, but Polly intercepted him by the door. “Scudboat has been looking for you, he looked deadly worried but wouldn’t tell me what’s going on.”

“Polly not now, please.” Turning around his head, he found the city Council leader with Grace.

And as they engaged in conversation, Tommy’s gaze was fixed by the entrance, as Father John Hughes and that insufferable MP entered. He couldn’t even stand to watch them, they weren’t welcome so he better hurry up to finish whatever the hell they’re wanted.

“Brother you need to know something.” Arthur whispered into his ear pushing him towards the staircase for some privacy.

With a heavy sigh, Tommy shook his head. “Not now Arthur, I can’t deal with anything else right now.” He spotted his wife talking to that mad Duchess.

“It was Grace.” Arthur admitted.

Confused, Tommy gave him a long look.

“Grace started the fire at the shoes shop, she saw a woman inside and thought it was Y/N. Someone recognized her.”

His head was spinning, anger building up and reaching unknown limits. Everything was so confusing, the bile rising up in his throat. Y/N could’ve been dead by now.

Storming like a bull he pushed past the people to find his wife.

“Come with me.” He grabbed Grace by the arm roughly making her gasp.

“Tommy I was talking to-”

“Why are you so worked up Mr. Shelby?” Tatiana smirked. His head was pounding. “I was telling your wife about the sapphire she’s wearing.”

“Tatiana said it’s Russian.” Grace interjected eager to participate.

And somehow the conversation escalated quickly, Tatiana kept pushing Grace’s buttons but at the moment he needed to keep the Duchess at bay. He’d deal with his wife’s jealousy later.

Scanning the room, he found Ada, fucking finally! Now he needed to deal with a spoiled princess he thought unamused. As his sister charmed Grace about a fucking donation, he tried to convince Tatiana it was a bad idea to go to the factory, but she was stubborn and had certain urgency to fuck him. There was nothing more discouraging than a woman selling herself off.

He was done. Fucking done of everything; the economic league, the duchess, his wife’s lies. This woman was absolutely mad

But time stopped as the duchess told him the sapphire had been cursed by a Gypsy. His ears were ringing, a shiver ran down his spine. Tommy had lost his faith back in France, but if there was one thing he believe in was spirits and Gypsy curses.

Speechless, he reached his wife in a few long strides.

“We need to talk.” Waving his hands anxiously he pointed at Grace’s necklace. “Take it off.”

“No, why?” Grace hissed visibly pissed off. “Tommy you gave it to me. Why are you doing this? You want to give it to someone else?”

“Here we fucking go.” He scoffed bothered. “I don’t fucking care, you want me to say this in front of them? Fine, I’ll tell you what I just learned.”

Anger was boiling inside of him, he simply didn’t care anymore.

He couldn’t explain the real reasons behind his request. “You told me you stopped by the office earlier huh?” He glanced someone passing towards the grand salon for diner. “But you forgot to mention that afterwards you stopped by at a shoes shop, the last place where a woman like you would be, Grace.” Looking up at the ceiling he blew the air he had been holding. “You started a fire at that shoes shop and don’t even try to lie, because people saw you.”

Grace’s features contorted. “Yes, I did it… because you’re distant with me, I know you wanted to marry that shoe saleswoman.”

Tommy saw red. “Yeah, I was going to marry her and when she heard you were pregnant she took a step back, walked away from me. That’s the biggest and selfless act of love.”

That's why I can't love you in the dark

“And where would you be today if it wasn’t for me?” She asked with her jaw clenched.

“Right here with her giving a beautiful speech about kindness.”

“I’m glad she’s dead by now.” She attempted to walk away, but Tommy took her by the shoulders.

“You should be thankful sh-”

“I don’t care about anything related to her.” Grace replied.

“Well, you should.”

“And why would I care about her?”

“BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT HER!” He lost control, Polly turned her head around at the shouting. “MORNING, NOON, AND NIGHT… I CARE ABOUT HER.”

Grace walked backwards, looking down.

“You’re lucky she wasn’t at the shop, she’s alive and I’m going to find her after the gala is over.” Tommy admitted triumphantly.

A man stormed in his direction out of the blue.

“For Angel!” He shouted right before firing his weapon.

The gunshot echoed in every corner of the room.

In the middle of the chaos, Tommy noticed Grace’s body leaned against him harshly, there was blood everywhere and people screaming. Tommy fell to the floor by the impact and Grace’s weightless body.

He called for help, and ambulance, anyone but Grace was already gone…

Someone took her lifeless body away from him and he wasn’t able to react, he remained frozen on spot in a corner. Replaying the images over and over.

Y/N swallowed hard after debating the entire afternoon whether if you were doing the right thing or not, yet here you stood if front of the venue where the Shelby family was leading a gala to raise funds to help people in need. One of the many dreams Tommy had shared with you.

Once the fire was controlled and people started to leave, one of the blinders who helped your mother to come out of it unharmed to let you know it had been Tommy’s wife the one who caused it, not him.

And guilt had been eating you alive ever since.

You needed to apologize for all the terrible things you said to him. You didn’t hate him, said it out of anger.

“Y/N! Oh, there’s been a tragedy… Grace is dead.”

****

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’m so happy the first part was so well accepted, hoping this following part will like you too… did you see that coming? If you have a few minutes, I’d LOVE to hear what you think!

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The Big Book of Desires

George Weasley x reader x Fred Weasley

Requested by: @gdogcat1

Request gist: “The twins find their wife’s dirty fantasy book and surprise her”

A/N: Thanks for the request! Sorry it's taken so long to write. Because no kinks were specified, I decided to pick some at random. I also focused on the marriage aspect and went for a ‘Reader feels the mundaneness of marriage and twins surprise her’ fic.

T/W: Fred being a bad influence on George and his sweet mind, Snooping, Daddy kink, Master kink, Blindfolding, Bondage, Edging, Unprotected sex

Married life with the twins was how you'd always expected it to be. Sure, it was an amazing time in your lives, but the day was starting to go the same as the day before.

Wake up, work in the shop, make dinner, sleep, then wake up and repeat the day again.

The twins could tell that something was up with you. You weren’t as affectionate as before, you weren't as cuddly in bed, you didn’t kiss them before work. Something was wrong, and they vowed to find out. The twins came back to the flat after a long shift, one that you had off, and noticed something new. A new book that your eyes were glued to. Sure, you liked to read and owned most of the books on the bookshelf, but this was new.

The title read “The Fire of Love and Romance” in fancy writing. The woman on the cover was in nothing more than underwear with a man standing over her in a shirt and grey waistcoat. The twins exchanged a look of confusion. Compared to the other books you owned, this was an anomaly. When you noticed the twins, you quickly set the book down and got up to greet them and ask about their day.

A few days had passed and you were still reading that book, or better yet, you were still reading the same chapter. It was Fred who came up with the idea first.

“Tonight when she falls asleep, we’ll take a look and see what she’s reading. It's just a book, what are you so worried about, George?”

The ever practical George scoffed at his brother's idea.

“It's our wife’s property, we shouldnt be snooping. It just feels wrong. Can’t we just ask her about it?”

George knew the answer already because he knew you. You’d brush it off, make some excuse on the spot. That was one thing that Fred loved about you, your ability to lie so easily (which worked in their favour back when teachers would ask you who gave Filch puking pastilles). George sighed softly and relented.

The plan went ahead, and the twins waited till you fell asleep before taking a peek in your precious book. They didn't know what to expect, but they didn't expect this.

“Michael looked down at his new submissive, admiring her soft breaths. He trailed his hand down her supple skin and over her lace covered breasts. He watched as she shuddered and let out soft moans”

“Be a good girl for Daddy”

The twins looked up from the page simultaneously before looking back down, the action almost comical. They were shocked to say the least, but horny as hell.

As if fate whispered in your ear, you stirred. When you saw the book in the hands of your husbands, you sat up quickly and tried snatching it back. Fred held it out of reach to keep reading while George moved beside you. George kept his voice soft.

“I'm sorry, love. We shouldn’t have gone through your book. We’ve just been so worried about you”

Fred was less soft.

“Do you like this kind of stuff, pretty girl?”

Both you and George looked at Fred, confused at the new nickname. George caught on to his brother's little idea and turned back to you.

“You want us to take care of you, baby?”

“Yes Georgie, please”

Fred didn't seem as pleased with your answer as his brother did.

“That's not his name. Address him properly, baby”

Your cheeks blushed a dark shade and you gulped nervously.

“Yes Daddy”

George smirked at your response, his cock twitching in his boxers at the word. You always had a way of making mundane words sound so heavenly. Fred put the book back on the nightstand and stalked towards you, his signature smirk looking predatory.

“I need a title too, love. Can't let Georgie have all the fun”

“Yes Master”

Boy twins seemed pleased with their new titles, almost like they had just been knighted by a fair princess.

Fred walked over to the drawer and to retrieve two ties. He brought them over to you and secured one over your eyes, making you vulnerable to their next move. The other tie bound your wrists together, which Fred then attached to the bed frame.

Both men stood over you, admiring you. You heard George whisper to Fred and footsteps before feeling hands on your thighs, pushing your legs apart. The mattress dipped one the other side of you. Your nightie was pushed up, leaving your underwear and the slowly growing wet patch visible.

“Look how wet she is, needy girl”

A hand pulled your underwear to the side and ran something along your wet slit. When you felt something cold against your clit, you knew what it was. A small metal bullet vibe that the twins bought you.

When the vibrations started, your hips bucked involuntarily. No matter how much you squirmed, a pair of hands held your hips down and your legs open. The vibrator was held steady on your clit, giving you no escape.

“You can take it, pretty baby. Are you gonna be a good girl for us?”

Although you and the twins had been a trio for years and you could tell them apart in an instant, the blindfold mixed with your pleasure filled mind made them sound identical to you.

“Yes Master, Yes Daddy”

The twins were pleased with your words and the vibrator was pressed more firmly against your clit. Your moans filled the room, the blindfold seemingly heightening your senses. When your moans got louder, Fred turned to George.

“Should we let her cum, Georgie?”

“She’s been a good girl, but is more fun to watch her squirm”

Fred pulls the vibrator away, both men revelling in your whines. George couldn't wait any longer and made his move, kneeling between your legs. He pulled his cock from his boxers and lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed in until he was balls deep. Fred kept a hold of the vibrator, ready to keep teasing you with it.

George started moving his hips, thrusting his cock deep inside of you each time. He moved his hand to your face, cradling your cheek.

“I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl”

With a nod to Fred, the vibrator was back on your clit. You threw your head back, your orgasm approaching quicker since your last one was ripped away.

“Cum, pretty girl”

That permission from one of the twins had you letting out a cry of relief, your orgasm pulling you under. Your walls convulsing around Georges cock caused his band to snap, his orgasm catching him by surprise. His cum filled you up, leaking out when he pulled his cock out.

Fred worked to untie you and remove the makeshift blindfold. He stroked the hair from your face, his touch soft.

“Such a kinky little wifey”

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[starry-eyes-love]

Nursing

Masterlist

Pairings | Husband Joel Miller x Wife F!Reader, No Outbreak, AU, One-shot

Summary | Your six week old daughter, Isabell, is fussy and won’t settle down enough to nurse from you.  Joel, being your soft and understanding husband (and an experienced father) soothes you and shows you how to relax. Who knew seeing Joel sing to Isabell, and whispering soft praises into your ear would help calm your fears at being a mom. 

Word Count: 2.7 K

A/N:  This is a super cute, soft, and fluffy story.  This one has been living in my head for a long time because well, being a mom sometimes is super hard. And no one talks about the difficulties with feeding your little one.  I just wanted a cute fluffy story with Joel being the best husband in the world. Enjoy :)  

Warnings | soft!Joel, fluffy!Joel, fluffy story, descriptions of struggles with feeding (nursing), Joel reassures you and tells you how great of a mom you are, age gap (but no specific age stated), slight body description but nothing too specific (reader just had a baby 6 weeks prior), Joel sings a lullaby, original character reference (Isabell, your daughter), this is just super fluffy so enjoy!

“Oh, I know baby, I know.” Joel said, slowly soothing his daughter while sitting down in the rocking chair.  “I know, the world’s so big and scary, and you’re just so little. It’s okay, daddy’s here honey, daddy’s here.” You watched Joel slowly quiet Isabell as he gently rocked her. He slowly hummed to her the same lullaby that he hummed to Sarah when she was a baby. 

You sat in the room that was washed with soft pastel colors, the warmth of the June sunrise gently creeping in through the half shaded window. It was early, the world not fully awake to start the day yet. You wished for a few more hours of sleep, something that you haven’t seen much of these past 6 weeks. You sat gently rocking back and forth in an old sewing rocker, one that was handed down through the generations of your family. The gentle creaks that it provided soothed you. It reminded you of the days when you were little, when you were the one that was fussy and needed to be gently rocked back and forth. Now, many years later and an adult woman, it was your turn to try to soothe the fussy child in your arms, Isabell, your daughter.

The tiny bundle of joy that you held in your arms was the reason for the lack of sleep that you and Joel had received these past six weeks. And right now, she was struggling to calm and soothe herself yet again.  She was exceptionally fussy at the moment, struggling to nurse, and she was letting the entire world know how frustrated she was. 

Sighing at your daughter you softly said, “You know little one, for someone so small you sure do fuss a lot. You’re just like your daddy, always fussing, aren't you?” With that statement your daughter opened her eyes and looked up at you, tears streaming down her little chubby cheeks.  You gently touched her head, full of hair that was dark and curly, just like her father. She was a blessing, a hard blessing at that. 

Joel and you had been married for eight years, trying to have a baby for the last six. You two didn’t think that it would happen, especially after all the tests were done. They couldn’t figure out what was causing your infertility issues.  Then somehow by some miracle, Joel convinced you to go on vacation with just him for two weeks.  It was everything that you two needed, a nice and calm relaxing vacation; one where you had conceived your daughter by the end. 

Joel and you had gone back and forth over names for months after you found out you were pregnant.  The two of you couldn’t decide on a girl's name. Every name that the two of you came up with just didn’t feel right.  You didn’t want to know the sex of the baby ahead of time, you wanted it to be a surprise.  

Joel was hell bent on wanting a boy, swearing up and down that you were pregnant with a boy.  Then when your baby came out, after 18 hours of hard labor, you watched your husband absolutely melt at the news that he gave you a little girl. You’ve never seen your husband cry so much in his life, tears of joy as he held his little girl for the first time.  When she was all dried off, he handed her to you while he kissed you gently on your head, saying that God fulfilled his promise to him.  At the time you raised your eyebrows at your husband, as Joel wasn’t a religious man.  But it was within that moment that the name Isabell came into existence.  Isabell, name meaning God’s promise. Both of you felt like her name fit the entire situation perfectly.  She was your miracle from above, one that you thought you two would never be able to have.

You were so lost in thought, remembering your daughter's birth as you continued to gently rock back and forth, not noticing Joel standing in the doorway. After a moment you heard him say, “I don't fuss darlin’. If anyone fusses, it's you baby.”  He was leaning up against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and letting out yet another yawn. His curly hair was unruly and messy, looking like he just woke up. He had on black sweatpants with a gray T-shirt, with faded words of ‘Miller Construction’ on the front of it. It was the same shirt he had on when you first met, when he proposed to you, and when you conceived your daughter. Now instead of being new, it was worn but had a ton of memories associated with it. And it was your favorite shirt to steal to sleep in. It was then that you realized you weren't the only one not getting enough sleep recently, especially at the worn out look on your husband's face.

Your husband, the amazing and caring man that he was, helped you out as much as possible with tending to your daughter. He was an experienced father, two girls that he still cared for. Sarah, his oldest, was biologically his and now was 16. Ellie, who was his adopted daughter, was now 14. 

In Joel's eyes, Ellie was just as much his daughter as Sarah was. Ellie's parents, his best friends, had died in a car accident when Ellie was 10. Joel had immediately taken her in, looking after her, and had requested to be her legal guardian. He was originally Ellie’s godfather, was present when she was born, and loved her like she was his own. A year after her parents had died, after all the adoption red tape was finally finished, Ellie Williams officially became Ellie Williams Miller, his daughter. It was Ellie's decision to take his last name on adoption day, still keeping her original last name with it.

“No Joel. I don't fuss, but you do, a lot.” You said, teasing your husband gently.  

Being a new mother was hard, it wasn’t like the storybooks that you remember reading as a child.  No story talked about the lack of sleep, the emotional ups and downs, the worry of not knowing what to do, and the anxiety of being home alone with a brand new baby that you didn’t know personally as your husband worked long hours. Intimacy wasn’t present at all for either of you, exhaustion being the biggest culprit.  

‘No sex for six weeks’ the doctor had told you on discharge day from the hospital. At first you were upset at that order, but now, six weeks later, you have no idea how you would have had sex anyways.  

Your body was a complete mess, bleeding for the majority of the past six weeks, something that was normal after delivery. Your hormones were chaotic, and you still looked pregnant as your womb slowly shrank back down to normal size.  Sex was the furthest thing from your mind, and your husband’s too. But now by the end of the six weeks, you finally were settling into a routine. Life was 100% different, that was for sure, but you were finally finding comfort in it.

You were shook from your thoughts once again by the baby in your arms starting to cry, upset at the world about something.  “Shhh, it’s okay honey” you said, picking her up and patting her gently on her back. After a few pats she immediately started screaming and crying loudly.  Tears started to gather at your waterline, frustration at not being able to soothe her.

“Gimme her,” Joel said gently, stepping forward after seeing you get upset.  You got up from the rocker willingly and handed him your daughter, tears streaming down your face.  

“Aw now come on baby girl, what’s the matter?” he said, gently bouncing Isabell in his arms.  It was in that moment that she let out a wail, telling her father, and the world, that she was upset.

Joel looked over at you and said, “Breathe mama, it’s okay” as he tended to his fussy daughter.

“I don’t get it Joel, I’ve tried everything. I keep thinking that she is hungry, but she won't nurse.”  You said, crying right along with your daughter.

“Do ya have a fresh bottle for her darlin’?” he asked, rubbing gentle circles on his daughter's back, trying to soothe her as she continued to cry.  You went to warm up a bottle of breast milk.  

The first two weeks of feeding Isabell was hard, she wouldn’t always stay latched as you tried to nurse her.  The doctor had told you to get a bottle that mirrored a human nipple, to try to get her to eat as she struggled eating in the first few weeks of life. You took her struggle personally, feeling like you were failing as her mother.  But your doctor, and Joel, had both reassured you that this struggle was very common for babies in the first few weeks of life. 

That’s why everyone said nursing was so difficult. Not only did it physically hurt to have her feed from you every three hours for the first six weeks of her life.  But the hardest struggle was whether she would be able to stay latched on. For you, nursing was something that you wanted to do but this constant struggle was making it hard, and making you very upset.  You just wanted to feed your baby, and not feel like a big fat failure as her mother.  That was something the storybooks never seemed to mention. Oh the joys of motherhood. 

As you handed Joel a bottle of warmed up breast milk, you watched him try to soothe his daughter. Joel was an experienced father, and always knew just what to say or do.

“Oh I know baby, I know.” Joel said, slowly soothing his daughter while sitting down in the rocking chair.  “I know, the world’s so big and scary, and you’re just so little. It’s okay, daddy’s here honey, daddy’s here.” You watched Joel slowly quiet Isabell as he gently rocked her. He slowly hummed to her the same lullaby that he hummed to Sarah when she was a baby. 

When he got Isabell to quiet down enough to feed her, he gently placed the bottle by her mouth, encouraging her to latch. She slowly accepted the nipple, quieting once she got some milk in her tummy. All you could hear now was the gentle creaks of the chair, and her gentle suckling noises as she was fed.

“There you go baby, just like that.” Joel said, rocking his daughter as he fed her from the bottle of your breast milk, gently singing the lullaby now outloud.

“Bye-o-baby, bye-o-baby, bye-o-baby, bye-o-baby bye.  Daddy still loves you, daddy still loves you, daddy still loves you, my bye-o-baby bye.”

As you sat there and watched your husband feed his daughter, you started to cry, but this time it was tears of joy.  Joel was the most tender and loving man you had ever seen. So patient and understanding, and so soothing, not only to your baby girl but also to you.  “Ya wanna try to nurse her again baby?” Joel said quietly, looking up at you sitting in the corner, arms hugging yourself.

“No you got her to eat and-”

“C’mon darlin’, let's see if she'll nurse again” he said, standing and gently walking down the hall to your shared bedroom.  You quietly followed, not wanting to disturb the sleeping teenagers in the room down the hall.  You had no idea how those two girls could sleep through all of the wailing your daughter just did, but teenagers could sleep anywhere. 

Once you got into your shared bedroom, Joel motioned towards your side of the bed and said, “Take off your top darlin’, and sit down.  Don’t sit against the headboard though, I’ll give her to ya once you’re situated.”  

You raised an eyebrow at Joel, wondering what he had planned for you, but you followed his instructions without question.  You learned quickly with Joel that when he gave you parenting advice, especially with a newborn, that you should listen to him.  He raised Sarah by himself, since she was a newborn as her mother had died a week after giving birth to his daughter.  You didn’t know much of that story, something that Joel never wanted to talk about, so you didn’t press him. You couldn’t imagine being a young single dad, alone with his first daughter, trying to raise her by himself after he just lost his wife.

“Ok, I’m all set” you said, while looking over at Joel who was swaying side-to-side gently, holding Isabell.  

“Ok little one,” he said, speaking to his daughter. “You need to eat from your mama, cause your mama is only trying to help you. I love feeding you baby girl, but mama needs to nurse you right now, ok? Daddy will stay right here though, so no fussin’.”

Joel slowly handed Isabell to you after taking the bottle out of her mouth.  She immediately started to fuss. You tried to silence her by getting her to latch onto you right away, but once again, she wouldn’t latch on, so you couldn't nurse her. You were just about ready to give up when you felt your husband grab you by the waist and pull you backwards, situating you hard against his chest.

Joel had removed his shirt before he sat down behind you, his back was now against the headboard. He wrapped one of his arms around your side gently, holding Isabell’s head as he whispered in your ear.  “Baby, ya gotta relax, you’re so tense. C’mon mama, breathe.”  Joel was slowly kissing you on your neck and bare shoulder, attempting to get you to relax.  

“You’re an amazing mom,” Joel said, whispering in your ear.  “It’s okay to be scared, honey. Hell, I'm still scared, even with raising Sarah. But that’s normal with being a parent. But this honey, ya gotta relax and trust in your instincts. Isabell knows what she needs, baby. She knows how to nurse, she wants to nurse. But ya gotta relax so she can. She’s hungry mama, and she needs your milk. So give her what she needs.”

Joel was gently holding Isabell’s head at your nipple, trying to encourage her to latch. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. When you exhaled you tried forcing yourself to relax, to trust the guidance from your husband. As soon as you relaxed, you felt your daughter latch on where she finally started to nurse.  When you opened your eyes, you looked down at her and saw her feeding from you. She had the most beautiful big eyes that you’ve ever seen. You sighed a content sigh, especially when you heard her make the cutest little suckling noises that she did. 

“She looks just like you with those big eyes,” Joel said, holding you close to his chest and kissing you tenderly on the cheek. You were silently crying, emotions taking over you once again. You felt Joel wrap his arms around your waist and slowly massaged your belly, while gently brushing away the tears from your cheek. 

“You carried her right here for nine months,” Joel said, laying his large palm over the lower part of your belly.  “You gave me the best present in the world, another beautiful baby to love. So stop your fussin’, thinking that you’re not a good mom. Baby, your body has already done miracles. And I'm damn proud to be your husband, and the man that gave you her, our little miracle.” 

You looked back at your husband, at the tenderness that he was giving you, lip quivering slightly.  Joel leaned forward, gently kissing you on the mouth. You parted your lips and allowed his tongue to have access to your mouth. He gently massaged his tongue with yours; slow, delicate, and in no rush to advance it into something else. His kiss said everything to you, that he was proud of you as a mother, wife, and person. But most of all, this kiss told you that you were his true soulmate, and that he loved you unconditionally. When he pulled back, he gently wiped the tears from your eyes once again. He pecked your forehead before leaning back against the headboard and taking you with him.

You sat there, your bare back to his bare chest, breathing together in unison, as your daughter quietly nursed from you.  You couldn’t believe that 12 years ago, a simple ‘hello, what can I get you’ in a coffee shop would lead to having a family with the man behind you.  It’s been a long and hard road, but one that was worth it in the end.

End story

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[maidragoste]

We'll be fine

Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) 

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

TW: Inc*st, Angst

part 2 part3

Summary: Greens win AU. Rhaenyra Targaryen is dead, the war seems to be over but that doesn't mean there is peace. Your relationship with Aemond is strained after he killed your brother and he will leave you for Alys Rivers.

Frustration. That was what Aemond felt. Pure frustration. All he wanted was to be with you, to have you in his arms again but you refused to sleep in the same room as him. This morning you hardly looked at him when he went to your room to see the children.

Aemond hated himself for allowing himself to be bewitched by that witch. Worst of all, you didn't seem to believe him. You thought he cheated on you because he wanted to because he didn't love you. It hurt him that you doubted his love for you and their children. But how could I blame you? He had abandoned you in the middle of the war, you gave birth alone and raised the children alone. Oh, the boys, Baelon and Aemon, didn't seem happy with him either. When he picked them up, they were both hysterical. He shouldn't have expected another reaction from them, after all, he was a stranger to his children.

Three knocks on the door brought the prince out of his thoughts.

"Go ahead," he said imagining that it should be his mother or his servant. He didn't even bother to take his eyes off the flames in the fireplace.

"My prince." Aemond stood up the instant he heard your voice. Was it for some miraculous reason that you decided to believe him and had come to stay with him? He started to walk towards you, ready to kiss you "It's the children's bedtime"

Aemond tried hard not to show his disappointment at your words.

"I usually read to them before they go to sleep" you kept talking feeling nervous at the silence "then I was thinking that you could join us, you know that the boys start to get used to you and, I don't know, maybe start to form a bond with you ” you began to turn your ring, the ring that aemond gave you when you two got married “Only if you want”

You were more than angry with your husband but you did not intend to ruin the relationship between your children and him. If Aemond was willing to want to form a bond with them you weren't going to deny him, you were willing to help him. Your children deserve to grow up with a father.

"I would be delighted" replied the prince "Thank you" he took your hand and kissed it. You couldn't help but tense up when you thought that those same lips that just kissed your hand had kissed Alys Rivers, surely they had done more than kiss the witch, she ended up pregnant for a reason. With that image in your head, you jerked your hand away and left his room.

Aemond stood in the room for a moment, hurt by your rejection, before he went after you.

••••

Aemond liked reading to children. He knew that the babies didn't understand the story he was telling but they were still happy every time he changed his voice to a more exaggeratedly thick one. He even managed to make them laugh and he was sure you wanted to laugh too but hid it with a fake cough.

The boys were already asleep so he should go now but Aemond didn't want to. You didn't seem to want him to go either because you hadn't kicked him out yet. The two were sitting quietly. You watched sweetly as your husband brushed Baelon's hair back from his face. How you would have liked that Aemond had been present from day one, that he had been with you those dark nights when you didn't feel like a good mother for not being able to make the twins stop crying, that he had calmed your fears… But he was too busy fighting the war and sleeping with Alys Rivers.

"I'm sorry" your husband broke the silence.

"For what exactly? For killing my brother? For killing my grandmother? For getting another woman pregnant while I was taking care of our children?"

Every word you said felt like a slap in the face to Aemond. Your voice was pure cold fury but your eyes had so much pain and he hated being the cause of your pain. But still, he couldn't help but get mad at you for bringing up Lucerys's death again. You were the first person he saw when he came back from Storm's End, he told you the whole truth, Vhagar had not obeyed him, and the two of them wept that night in each other's arms because he knew the war was coming.

"You know that Lucerys was not my intention. And I told you that damn witch put a spell on me"

"Excuses. You're just giving me excuses" you replied, trying to ignore the lump in your throat, and stood up to walk away from him. Aemond was not long in following you. I wasn't going to let you walk away from him.

“Why don't you believe me?” he said with clear frustration as he grabbed your arm and turned you around. Now his bodies were glued together. If Aemond bowed his head he might even kiss you. A part of you wanted me to and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself for still loving him, you should want your husband to be rotting in hell after all the suffering he caused your family. You should be trying to get revenge on your brothers, your grandmother, and your mother but instead you were quietly playing house while the greens rejoiced in their victory.

"Why should I do it? I trusted you, I trusted you with my heart, and look how it ended ”you averted your eyes from her face, ashamed of yourself to see how your vision was clouded by tears. You cursed yourself for being so weak.

Aemond lifted your chin for you to look at him again “I love you” you started to shake your head “Yes I do. I love you ”I affirm again“ I promise you that I will spend the rest of my days trying to repay you for all the pain I cause you,” he said as he gently wiped the tears from your face.

"I don't think that one day I can forgive you," you said with a broken voice "But I still love you" you confessed making the prince smile.

Aemond felt a weight lift from his shoulders at those words. He was so afraid that you had stopped loving him. Your confession gave him hope for the future. The pain of the war was very recent but over time you two could come to an agreement. He could never bring your brothers back to you but he could give you more children, and create new memories. He could make you happy.

"We'll be fine" he promised and left a kiss on your forehead. He was dying to kiss you but he knew it wasn't time yet. But it didn't matter, you two had time and besides, he already felt satisfied knowing that you still loved him "I love you" he repeated and rested his forehead against yours.

"We'll be fine," you repeated.

Too bad your tranquility wouldn't last long because of Aegon.

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[acewritesfics]

Having Another Baby | Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

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Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Request: From @rainydayteacups

Fic Type: Short Imagine. Fluff

Warnings: Daughter's name is Caroline. Pregnancy.

Word Count: 736

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“Can I ask you a question, Daddy?”  Caroline ponders as her father places the book he just finished reading her back on the shelf.  

He tucks her into her bed and sits on the edge, “What do you want to know?”  

“What is love at first sight?” she wonders.  

Bradley’s eyes widen in surprise at his daughter’s question. He bites the inside of his cheek, attempting to come up with an explanation for the six-year-old. “It’s when you first see someone and fall in love right away. Not many people think it’s possible.”  

She looks at him with great wonder and asks, “Do you think it can happen? 

He gives her his honest opinion, saying, "I do, but I believe it’s a rare thing to happen.”  

“Did it happen for you and mommy?”  

“Love at first sight? Nah, it wasn’t. It took us a while to get there but when we did, I knew I couldn’t love anyone else the way I love your mother,” He smiles as he turns his head towards Caroline’s bedroom doorway and sees Y/N standing there. “But I’m sure it was love at first sight for your mommy.”  

Y/N scoffs, rolling her eyes, and enters the bedroom, moving to stand next to Bradley. “Your daddy had to do a lot of convincing for mommy to go on a date with him.” 

“But when she did, she fell head over heels in love with me,” he continues as he looks up at his wife before returning his gaze to Caroline. “She couldn’t resist my charm.”  

“What charm?” Caroline says, which causes her mother laugh and her father to look offended by her words.  

“The same Bradshaw charm you used to get away with being naughty,” he teases as he tickles her. Caroline giggles while wriggling free of her father’s hands. “But the truth is,” he says as he stops tickling her, “it was love at first sight for me. I knew the moment I saw your mommy at Nanny Penny’s bar that she was the woman I wanted to marry and spend the rest of my life with.” 

“What about me?” Caroline wonders aloud.  

He smiles and bends forward to kiss his daughter’s forehead, “I fell in love with you the moment I saw that little blob on the screen when you were still in mommy’s tummy. Now, go to sleep. We have big day tomorrow.”  

“Can I ask you another question?” She talks quickly as he stands and drapes an arm over his wife’s shoulders.  

He gestures with one finger, saying, “One more.”  

She looks at her parents and says, with an innocent smile on her face, “Can I have a little brother or sister?” 

“Well…” Bradley starts looking from Caroline to Y/N. “Mommy and I will talk about it and let you know what we decide on.”  

Y/N nods in agreement with him before leaning down to kiss her head.  

“Okay. Goodnight, Mommy and Daddy,” Caroline grins and turns onto her side, closing her eyes.  

“Sweet dreams, angel,” Y/N says as she takes Bradley’s hand and leads him out of the bedroom, turning out the light on their way out.  

Entering the living room, they settle down on the couch. Holding her tight with her back against his chest and his arms over her shoulders and her hands resting on his arms, tracing circles along his skin, Bradley says, “Maybe it’s time we gave her a baby brother and sister.” 

“You think so?” she asks, biting her bottom lip, thinking about what it would be like with another baby. 

“Yeah. She’s six now. If we want another kid, we probably shouldn’t wait too much longer.” 

“Well, it’s a good thing we don’t have to,” she smiles, pulling away from his hold to face him. 

“What do you mean?” he asks looking at her confused.  

“That doctors appointment I had today, I found out we’re having another baby,” she grins unable to hide her excitement about the pregnancy. 

“Are you serious?” he asks his confusion turning to one of surprise and excitement. 

“Very serious,” she leans forward, cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss. 

He kisses her back for a moment before the kiss, his hands moving to her belly. “I love you so much. All three of you. You, Caroline, and the baby.” 

“We love you too,” she smiles as she moves onto his lap, kissing him again. 

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[dbnightingale24]

You Didn't Have To Say Yes...

A Pete Brenner Love Story

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My first Patreon story!! I decided that Pete needs a love story, cause I feel like he gets shit on a lot. He's not a bad guy, he just has some...bad habits.

Thank you to everyone for your patience (once again), and I hope you all enjoy! As always, thank you to @fuckingbye for my amazing moldboard! I love it and I love you! I wrote this in a week (I don't know what's going on with my brain as of late), and I'm really excited for it!

Word Count: 49,380

Warnings: Pete Brenner, Smut, MINORS DNI 18+, Swearing, Daddy Kink, Drinking, Smoking, Drug Use, Angst, Self Hate, Semi-Public Sex (fingering), Open Marriage (Toxic Relationship), Abuse, Fluff, Family Drama, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Abortion ...I think that's it? I'm pretty sure I covered all the bases...yeah

Songs That Inspired This Chapter: If You're Feeling Down, I Just Wanna Make You Happier Baby

Summary: Pete Brenner is perfectly fine with everyone continuing he's a selfish piece of shit. That is, until you walked into his life, and turned everything upside down.

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I do not give consent/permission for my stories/works to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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“C’mon, give me a smile,” Pete beams, his words tailing a slight slur as you make someone else’s Manhattan.

“I think it’s time for you to go, Mr. Brenner,” you giggle dismissively, flipping your hair and shaking up the cocktail mixer.

“I wonder how much sweeter my name would sound if you were underneath me,” he grins and lifts his eyes at you. You ignore the heat in the pit of your stomach, not wanting to surrender to his smarmy charm.

Pete Brenner doesn’t give up easily, you’ll give him that. 

“I’m sure your wife is happy that you’re always here, trying to bring me home instead of spending time with her,” you nod with a glance towards his left hand. A waitress comes over, picking up the next round of drinks.

“I’ve told ya, she has her fun and I have mine.”

“Cause that’s what every woman loves to hear. Woo me even more, Brenner,” you laugh, turning around and getting started on the next drink.

“Your ass looks amazing in those shorts.”

You laugh as you call over your shoulder, “I’m ordering you a cab.”

“I can take myself,” he mutters with an exasperated sigh. You know he’s pulling out his wallet, frustrated that you’re not leaving with him again.

“We go through the same motions every time, Pete. I don’t want you driving home drunk.”

“You refuse to sleep with me, but you care about my well being? I think you’re finally startin’ to warm up to me.”

“I don’t sleep with married men, Pete. Find a new dream to chase. You know the drill, the cab will be here in ten.”

Pete Brenner came stumbling into your life about a year and a half ago, and he’s been a character since day one. He was down on his luck, drinking until he could barely stand, refusing help from anyone, always ending with the same mantra every night:

“I’ve made this fucking far on my own, I can make it to my own fucking house!”

No matter how much you pushed, he wouldn’t accept help from you. He always refused service from everyone except you. At first he didn’t say anything, he just watched you and let his eyes roam over your body. He never said out loud that he wanted you, but he didn’t exactly go out of his way to hide it either. He was so obvious he never needed to say it explicitly. The glint of his gold wedding band always caught your attention under the sparkling lights of the nightclub, but seeing as he spent every night there until closing, you didn’t think it made much of a difference.

Until one night, eight months ago.

“There she is! My favorite girl!” he beamed, a cocky smile cemented on his lips.

The woman sauntering next to him didn’t seem to think too highly of the nickname he called you. 

“I’ll take a bourbon, and this sweet little thing next to me will have a Strawberry Daiquiri,” he told you, though his eyes never left your chest.

“Oh? Wedding anniversary?” you half smiled as you tried to put on your workplace happy face even though you mentally thought to yourself ‘he can’t be that sleazy to bring her to this dump on their wedding anniversary.’

“Got a new job, sweetheart,” he smirked. You didn’t miss the mischievous shine in his eyes in the club’s half light.

He was a bold mother fucker to bring his wife along just to flirt with you in plain view of her. Not many men had that much audacity when it came to you. 

“I’m Y/N,” you offered with a smile.

You genuinely pitied the woman.

“Tina,” she responded with a plastic smile.

Big boobs, micro-waist, big fake blonde hair, and Pete had ordered her a strawberry daiquiri. She fit the description of most “Tina’s” that came into the club. However, the large rock on her ring finger was nothing to scoff at.

“Oh, don’t pout, honey,” Pete taunted her. “This is what you wanted, right? Me to get a brand new important job and show you off? That’s what you’ve been bitchin about for months, isn’t it? So smile, would ya? You got ya wish.”

Someone was feeling prickly that night.

“First round of drinks are on the house. Congrats, Pete,” you smiled as you set both drinks down.

“Keep ‘em comin’, sweetheart,” he winked at you, handing you a hundred.

While it may have not been anything new to you (Pete always tipped generously), Tina’s eyes went wide and you didn’t miss the way her cheeks burned and blushed with anger.

You wanted to stay as far away from them as the night allowed.

You happily took shots with some of your regulars as the night went on and evened out. Your friends started showing up for their shifts, which helped your sour mood from earlier in the day (even though your ex-fiancee showed up outside of your apartment to harass you yet again). The more you drank, the more you started to dance along with the music; which meant Pete couldn’t keep his gaze off you.

“Why are you single?” Pete asked once his wife got up to go to the bathroom.

“You don’t strike me as the cruel type, Mr. Brenner,” you grinned as you made him another drink.

“Curiosity doesn’t equate to cruelty.”“You’re still here with your wife.”

“She’s in the bathroom.”

“Why’d you bring her tonight?”

“You heard me, this is what she wanted,” he cynically scoffed.

“They’re a lot nicer clubs than this one.”

“Can’t all be that nice if you don’t work there, sweetie.”

You both looked at each other for a moment before you heard, “Darlin’!” coming from the other end of the bar.

“Comin’ Charlie,” you laughed, breaking the stare with him, and shook your head. You used the bar to push yourself off away, down to it’s other end while Pete sipped the last of his remaining drink.

You didn’t need glasses to see that Pete Brenner was an attractive man, and he was important...well, he did his best to imply his importance (as if it would get him far with you). You’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t thought about going a few rounds with him in the bedroom, but you didn’t sleep with married men. 

No matter how hard they tried, you had a set of both personal and professional rules that you abided by.

For the rest of the night, you stayed away from Pete and his wife unless they needed a refill. It was almost as if Tina was trying to make him regret his choice of celebration because she was throwing back her drinks like they were water. The night went smoothly enough, nevertheless, until you went outside for a smoke break.

“You should really quit those things,” came the voice of the last man you wanted to see or hear from.

“What do you want, Mark?”

“I come in peace, Sweet Thing,” he laughed, putting his hands up.

You’d always hated the nickname.

“Didn’t get enough arguing this morning? What else could you possibly have to say?” you questioned while you exhaled your frustration.

“You know you miss me, baby.”

“I miss the peace I had in my life before I met you.”

“You’re still working at this dump?”

“I have bills to pay.”

“You know I’d be more than happy to take care of you.”“Don’t want it. Nor do I want anything from you,” you snapped with a growl.

“Yet you drove yourself here in the car I bought for you,” he sneered, nodding in the direction of where the car was parked.

“Take the fucking car back then, Mark. If it means you’ll leave me the fuck alone, take back every single thing you ever gave me.”

Snickering, he made his way to you and grabbed your arm saying,“don’t be bitter when I know just how sweet you’re capable of being.”

With a scoff, you threw down your cigarette and bludgeoned it, “fuck this.”

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Enough with the goddamn attitude, Sweet Thing-”

“Let me go!”

“You’re coming with me-”

“Let her go!” you heard Pete yell as he quickly made his way over to you, leaving his wife to stumble to their car all alone.

She looked slack jawed from Pete to you, before her stare turned venomous and settled on you. It’s just what you needed on top of everything else; his prized Barbie play-toy thinking you were fucking her husband. 

Great.

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[holylulusworld]

Designed by pain (Prologue)

Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, implied break-up, sadness, rejection, Mary being a bitch, sleazy John

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

Designed by pain masterlist

Live was great. The man you loved proposed to you in the most romantic way. And later, you made love in his old Chevy Impala. The only girl he loved as much as he loved you; according to Dean.

Butterflies still fluttered in your stomach whenever he looked at you.

Everything was fine, great even. Until he invited you for a family dinner to get to know the rest of his family.

You already knew his younger brother. Sam was easy to be around. 

Dean never talked much about the rest of his family. All you knew was his mother came from old money, and his father was a made man. 

The moment you stepped into Mary Winchester’s house, your relationship with Dean was doomed.

Not only did she ignore you for most of the day, but she always invited Dean’s first love, the girl next door. The one and only Lisa Braeden.

You knew that Dean never got over her and accepted that he had a past. Everyone has a past, right?

It felt like someone stabbed you in the back and ripped your heart out at the same time.

But you never were a quitter. Instead of sulking in a corner and watching your fiancé talk to his ex, you decided to remind him what he’s going to lose if he doesn’t get his shit together.

“No, wait. He’s my man. His mother can’t do this to me,” you cursed under your breath." Dean was your man, he even proposed to you. His family just didn’t know yet. “I’ll beat you with your own weapons, bitch.”

You walked back upstairs, entered the room you shared with Dean, and threw on your most sexy dress, killer heels, and no underwear. – To hell with the girl next door. 

When you walked back down you put on a faked smile and confidently entered the living room again.

Your eyes scanned the room for you man only to watch Dean still talk to Lisa. They laughed, and she touched his arm, giggling like he said the funniest thing she ever heard.

You saw red but didn’t want to act like a jealous bitch in heat. So, you took a deep breath and brushed your concerns off.

“A nice party, huh?” Dean’s father stood a little too close for comfort. “Can’t believe my son got his hands on someone like you.”

John Winchester stank like booze and desperation. You assumed he didn’t get any from the ice queen his wife seemed to be.

“Mr. Winchester,” you excused yourself to walk toward Dean. 

You stopped in your tracks and took another deep breath. Dean ignored you calling his name, even when you put your hand on his shoulder. “Dean, I’m a little tired and I got a terrible headache.”

He didn’t react, too engrossed in listening to what Lisa had to say.

“Later,” he grumbled and didn’t even spare you a glance.

You knew there and then that Dean wasn’t ready to marry you.

Maybe you only were a rebound to him. A woman he could use until Lisa came back into the picture thanks to his mother.

“I thought you have changed. Dean, I believed you moved on from sleeping around when we met. Please don’t prove all the people telling me not to marry you right,” you grabbed his hand and tried to make him face you. 

“Y/N, not now,” he didn’t even hear what you said and waved you off. “Later.”

“Please…We need to talk Dean…it’s not only us any longer,” you whispered the words not daring to speak any louder.

You dropped his hand and stepped away, catching the attention of his whole family when you turned around to run upstairs.

You cried for what felt like an eternity when it was only a few minutes.

Sam came by after the scene you made in your opinion, but you didn’t open the door.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you wiped your eyes and choked out a sob. Dean changed so fast only because that woman was around. He didn’t act like the man you fell in love with that night.

It took all the strength left in you to change clothing again and pack up all your belongings. If he didn’t come to his senses tonight, maybe tomorrow when he found you gone.

You hastily wrote a few lines, and placed the piece of paper on the bed, along with your engagement ring.

Rereading the lines you choke out another sob.

One night of passion, a life-long responsibility. This is your decision. Are you in or out?  I got a job offer in London and will accept it if you don’t want to be a father yet (or at all).  If you are still the man you made me believe you are, call me tomorrow. If not, have a nice life…

Part 1

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[honeylations]

Hii would you be open to more Karina x reader fics? Im on that Karina drought and feel like I’ve read every single wlw fic out there

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Of courseeee😚

YU JIMIN (KARINA) x FEM!READER

Prompt: Your boss went on a 2 month long business trip and he trusts you with taking care of his wife while he’s gone

Warnings/Notes: G!P reader, cheating, mommy kink, oral, age gap (reader is younger), masturbation

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Growing up, you always had an interest in gardening thanks to your grandma and it grew stronger the moment you read more books and watched plenty of documentaries. Not only did you decide to take Horticulture as a degree in university but you were lucky enough to get a part time job as a gardener for a rich business couple.

Hwang Hyunjin was a kind and hard working man, always greeting you warmly to his mansion, buying you the necessary gardening equipment needed, and even holding nice conversations when he wasn’t too busy.

His wife, Karina, was just as kind. She’d pack Mr Hwang a good lunch for work while also making him a nice breakfast every morning to give the energy needed for the day.

You were currently removing weeds from Mr Hwang’s garden, trying not to let the hot sun slow you down from the many other tasks needed to be done. You turned your head and saw your boss walking out the mansion with a few other men tailing behind while holding luggage bags.

“Off to another business trip Mr Hwang?” You asked with a smile, Hyunjin happily smiling back.

“That’s right, Y/n. Unfortunately for two months this time. I trust you’ll take care of this garden while I’m away”

“I won’t let you down, sir” You saluted.

“You’re more than welcome to stay over and use our guest room. I can hire someone to drop you to your lectures if you’d like”

“That’s so sweet of you, Mr Hwang. I’d appreciate that a lot”

Hyunjin nodded before putting his sunglasses on. “Take care of my wife too please”

“I’ll do my best” You bowed and watched him leave in his limo before continuing your work on the garden.

Karina sighed with relief when she saw her husband leave, finally getting the alone time she needed. Her eyes suddenly landed on your well built body dressed in a black shirt and jeans.

She remembered how strong the butterflies were when you first stepped into the mansion, Hyunjin introducing you as the new gardener since both were too busy to take care of their flowers and plants. Your bright smile, outgoing personality, and passion for plants had just made you so attractive to the older woman.

At first she felt guilty.

Guilty for feeling such attraction to someone younger when she was already happily married. Yeah, happily married until she found out her husband was going on these business trips as an excuse to sleep with one of his co workers. She saw it all when she saw message notifications from the mistress, and the secret lunch dates they had which Giselle took photos of and sent it to Karina.

An idea popped into her head. If Hyunjin was out here carelessly slipping his dick into other bitches, who was he to stop Karina from playing the same type of game? She smirked to herself before walking out the mansion to where you were still working.

She was wearing a short silk robe, her hair nicely curled and just light makeup on her face. “Good morning Y/n”

You stood up from your squatting position and bowed at the older woman. “Good morning Mrs Hwang! Lovely weather today, isn’t it?”

Karina wanted to gag from the name but your smile was making her mood better. “It definitely is. Listen, I want to thank you so much for taking care of our garden, we really appreciate it”

“It’s no worries at all, Mrs Hwang. Just doing what I love”

“How about spending the rest of the day getting to know each other? I believe you deserve a good break”

“Oh that sounds lovely but there’s so much tasks to do” You politely declined but Karina wasn’t going to back down.

“It’s okay, trust me. As your boss’ wife, I want you to take the day off from gardening. It’s my way of thanking you”

Of course, you couldn’t disobey orders from your boss’ wife. “If you insist, Mrs Hwang”

“Please, call me Karina, darling” She winked, letting you follow her inside the mansion.

“I don’t think you wanna be spending the day in those dirty clothes, dear. Go upstairs and take a shower, you can borrow Hyunjin’s clothes. I’m sure he won’t mind”

Nodding, Karina led you to the huge bathroom and you took a nice hot shower before grabbing a few clothes from your boss’ closet. You returned downstairs after blow drying your hair and Karina felt herself grow wetter at the sight of you in a white shirt and grey sweatpants. She could even see the print of your dick, making her wonder just how big you were without all the clothing.

“Comfy?”

“Yes I am, thank you Mrs Hwa- I mean Karina!” Your face went red at the small mistake that got Karina chuckling.

She stood up and grabbed you by the collar before pushing you down on the couch, straddling your lap. “I’m gonna cut to the chase, Y/n. I know my husband is cheating on me with some other whore and I know my time is worth better than to cry about it”

“Mr Hwang is-wait what?”

“You’re cute, Y/n. Hot even. Everything about you just makes me want you so bad” Karina whispered in your ear.

“Y-You want me?” The tips of your ears went red.

“Please tell me you want me too, baby. Make me feel all better. Can you do that?” She started to move her hips against your crotch, smiling at the feeling of your hard cock.

Everything felt so wrong but Karina’s clothed pussy drenching your stiffening dick felt so good. Your hands were resting on her hips and you wanted nothing else other than destroying her on the couch. There was no denying that you do think about her when you’re in your bedroom, jerking off the entire night until your hand got sore.

“I-I wanna push you away b-but…at the same time I don’t” You said breathlessly.

Karina started to whimper. “Don’t. Please, I know you’ll fill me up better than my stupid cheating husband”

Right. Hyunjin was cheating on this fine ass woman that was currently begging for your cock. It was a fair game after all.

That thought was enough to make you give in. You pushed your lips against the older’s, having a rough tongue battle while bucking your hips. Karina pulled her lips away just to throw her head back, the movement caused her silk robe to slip off her shoulders and her huge breast were in display.

“Come on cutie, I know you want to suck them. You deserve it” She smiled down at you.

You licked your lips before diving right in to her chest, savouring the left breast like it was your last meal and then doing the same to the other. Karina was squealing at your warm tongue, imagining how great it would feel in her cunt instead.

Just before she could give you a praise, you stood up and quickly went to the guest room where you practically threw Karina on the bed. “Didn’t think you had that confidence in you” She chuckled before you went back to devouring her breast.

“Need you to use that tongue on my pussy, baby. I’m getting impatient now” Karina pouted.

You sat up to remove all your clothes as Karina easily removed her robe, both of you left bare in a matter of seconds. The older woman couldn’t help but stare at your cock, mesmerised at the sight of you slowly stroking it. “Holy fuck you’re huge. Must’ve pleased so many women with that” Karina purred while two of her fingers rubbed at her clit.

“And I’m about to please another” You responded with a cocky smile.

Karina spread her legs wide to present more of her glistening sex, still circling her puffy nub and motioning for you to come closer. “Eat my pussy good, baby. Don’t wanna disappoint mommy, do ya?”

The name made your breath hitch but you nodded. “N-No mommy, want to make you feel good”. You crawled over and held her thighs before giving long licks from her entrance to her clit.

Karina threw her head back with a breathless low moan, a hand automatically grabbing onto your long hair. You wasted no time in pushing your long wet muscle inside, already sending the older into pure bliss.

“O-Oh my god, oh my god yes Y/n!”

Humming in satisfaction, you moved your tongue faster, having to force Karina’s legs wider so you could push yourself into deeper.

“Please please don’t stop, baby! You’re making mommy feel so…fucking good!” Karina cried as her hips bucked into your drenched face, wanting impossibly more.

“Yeah just like that~ Gonna cum quickly, baby. You want that? Want mommy to cum all over that fucking good tongue of yours hm?”

Obviously not being able to verbally respond, you shook your head and hummed, keeping your rough pace as Karina’s legs started to shake. With one hand tangled in your hair, the other moved to harshly rub at her neglected clit, multiplying the pleasure by 100.

“Oh god, fuck I’m cumming! Gonna cum on that pretty face!” Karina said with a final scream, her eyes rolling back with pure ecstasy as she released her juices.

You were startled at the sudden blow to the face but you were quick to clean it all up until she was clean. You slowly moved up to face Karina and she couldn’t help but tiredly smile at your drenched mouth, pulling you in to connect your lips once more.

“You made mommy so proud, darling. So so proud” she kept pecking your lips. She felt some movement below her and when she looked down, her leaking cunt started to clench around nothing.

You were shamelessly jerking off while your lips travelled around her neck, leaving bites and hickies that you knew were going to last for weeks. You were groaning and grunting into her ear, Karina’s eyes rolling back as her hands pinched at your nipples, giving them a good squeeze.

“M-Mommy, my cock hurts. Need it inside your pussy please” You panted like a dog in rut, humping into your hand but it wasn’t enough.

“Go on then, baby. Fill me up good” She whispered.

Thanking the heavens, you aligned your tip at her hole and slowly pushed in, giving a gasp at how tight she was. “H-How are you so tight?”

Karina clawed at your forearms, clearly not used to taking something so big up her pussy before. “Y-You’re just too big”

You managed to push yourself all the way in without breaking her and you noticed the discomfort in the older’s face so you placed soft kisses around it. One hand holding underneath her thigh and you used the other to brush her hair out of her face, kissing her tears away. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

Karina weakly nodded.

“Sorry mommy. It’ll stop hurting soon, okay?”

Karina’s goal of not falling for you was starting to become more difficult. Sure Hyunjin was sweet in bed, but he couldn’t compare to just how gentle you were right now. She felt so safe and she was willing to throw all her trust in you.

“I’m gonna start moving now. Tell me to stop if it’s too much” You smiled before slowly pulling out and then pushing back in again.

The older woman felt like she was a virgin all over again with the way this was playing out. You were ripping her in half but it felt so good after a few more thrusts. Her nails drew red lines across your back and her legs wrapped around your hips.

“Oh Y/n…”

“Mmm, mommy”

“Please, faster”

Your hips automatically started to jerk faster and you felt your arms starting to ache so you laid your upper body down so your tits were touching Karina’s. Your arms moved from her thighs to her lower back, practically hugging her while you thrusted at a harsh speed, the sound of your skins slapping were echoing off the walls.

“F-Fuck! Yes please just like that, baby!”

You were growling into her ear, mumbling fast sentences on how her cunt felt so good around your cock, wanting her to take it like a slut, saying how she likes your cock better than her cheating husbands.

“Mommy…mommy’s cunt is so good. Gonna shape it to my cock so it’s the only thing you can take. Would you like that mommy?” You panted with a cocky smile.

Karina nodded with tears streaming down her face. “Uh huh. Only want your cock”

“S-So close mommy! C-Can I cum inside you?”

“Yes yes cum inside! Don’t waste a single drop” She cried, playing with her own tits to fasten the pleasure.

“Gonna fucking fill you up so good, mommy” You whined, releasing an aggressive groan into her neck before exploding your gunk of cum inside.

Karina came at the same time, milking the hell out of your still spurting cock. Being so full, her own juices managed to escape and make a dripping line down to your balls.

You relaxed on top of her, enjoying the feeling of her fingers thread through your hair out of comfort despite being completely fucked out. “God, that was amazing” She exhaled with a laugh.

“Sorry, I should’ve used a condom”

“Don’t be sorry. I take the pill anyways”

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” You sat up and pulled out, a little bit of your mixed cum falling out her entrance but she was quick to swipe it up with her finger and suck it.

“At the start it did. Felt like a virgin again”

“I’m glad I made you feel good, Karina. That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had” You smiled before carrying her bridal style. “Let me take care of you”

Karina could only nod while feeling lost in your beautiful eyes. She was sure she had fallen way too hard for you.

But this time, she wasn’t gonna push that feeling away.

#gxg #wlw #Aespa #Aespa x reader #Aespa smut #Karina smut #Yu Jimin #Yu Jimin smut

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) "A Royal Christmas Prince"

In the Beginning of December at the Lovely And Luxuriously Lodge cabin in the Lovely Cherry blossom Forest, The Young Kitsune Woman Who is a Secret Princess That Lived in that Lodge cabin Is Known as "Princess Saphira Lorraina Fox". The Only reason why She lives in the Lovely Lodge Cabin in the Woods..Is to try to See her "Soon to be Husband" Name "Sheldon James Weasleton" Of the Duke Weasleton Family, That If he is "Worthy" To become a Husband..But On the 3rd day of December, Her Father (Which is the Emperor Name "Mordue Quinn Fox") decided to throw a Lovely Christmas party with His counselors from Different Kingdoms…But When Saphira was looking for her Fiance..She looked around until..She hears something in the Bedroom..Saphira Open the Door and Screaming Bloody Murder Like it came out from the Horror Movies..but what Did she sees In that bedroom, was none-other than her Fiance Sheldon Making Love with One of the Counselors Daughter and Her Father Stormed in with His Colleges of the Counsule..and Said,

Mordue: "What is Going on he-Sees Sheldon with Counselors daughter WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE SMILING DEVIL ARE YOU DOING WITH HER!?"

Sheldon: " Saph!, Sir! I-i-i-it's not what it looks like!?"

Before The Emperor Speaks..Saphira cut in and said,

Saph:"Father..let me handle this.. Turns to sheldon NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!! It Looks like your Sleeping with a Counselors daughter!! and who's daughter is this!?"

Counselor Of England: "It was Mine! SHARON!! What In the Name of Queen Elizabeth Do you think your doing!? Sleeping With the Princess of Sakutopia's Fiance!? Are you Serious!? it's a Scandal, Outrage, Disgusting, and UNACCEPTIBLE!! Turns to Saphira and Bows Sadly I am So so sorry Your Highness…My Idiot Daughter has Done Horrible..Please Forgive me…"

Saph:" Sir..it's not your fault..but it's your daughters..and Now "Sheldons" Fault too"

Sheldon was Shocked and the Father of Sheldon (Which is the Duke) was Appalled when he Sees his Own Son Sleeping with the England Counselors Daughter and He was Furious at him..and He apoligize to saphira…and then She said the same thing..but then..She looked at Sheldon..and she said,

Saph:"Well..I wanted To Know Sheldon.. What Did I do To make you cheating on me with an england Counselors daughter? And How Long was "This" is Going on?, But be warned…It'll be your last…"

She Glared At Sheldon..That Glare made Sheldons Spine frozen Like ice…and then he confessed,

Sheldon:"Ok ok I confessed…You never took care of me….I Loved Sharon..and we've been together for 3 years..and She's pregnant with my kid…and also I wanted to take money and Sharon and I are going to get married in secrets and run away and left saphira high and dry!..I don't love her..i love sharon an- AHH!"

Saphira Smacked Him Furiously…And She began to Tore him into new and Told Sheldon that the Engagement is "OFF" big time and She threw the engagement ring at his face and she said to him,

Saph:"You are No Longer Welcomed to My Home! and YOU are not Worthy to be my Husband..I'm Sorry but I cannot Married To someone WHO would Cheated On me with any Counselors Daughters and Cause a Huge Scandals For Our Royal Reputations!"

Sheldon:" B-b-b-but Saph! please i-i-i'm sorry! it just a mistake! I swear!! I just wanted to ha-"

Saph:"NO Your not! No your not! "THIS" is not a Mistake! "THIS" Is your Choice, And THIS is Proved That YOU Never love me at all! YOU Got that Bitch Pregnant! YOU Love my Own Money! and Now YOU! are taken responsibility For YOUR Illeginimate Whore Child Which I don't Blamed the child For this! but Still!! This ENGAGEMENT IS OFF AND THATS FINAL!! NOW GET OUT!!! OUT!!"

After 15 minutes..Sheldon And Sharon Got Kicked out And The Duke Of Weasleton Decide to Force Sheldon To marry Sharon For the Sake of the Child…But The marriage falls apart and The Duke banished him from his family..But..

6 years later,

Saphira was pretty Sadden..as Her father was Upset because of Saphira's heartbroken..Mordue Sighs softly..and began to Go to the Shrine and Pray to the Goddess to Have Saphira true love…and Couldn't Bare it..until..That Night..Something Magical happen is when the Glow was Coming from the Mountains..and there..was a Glowing white Reindeer that the Fur is Pure White as Snow..and it was ridden by a Mysterious Prince from the Mountains..seeking the Lovely maiden,,For his marriage..until..He saw a Lovely Cherry blossom Kingdom.. He began to ride to it..and sees the Sleeping Princess Saphira in her Bedroom chambers..and he said..

#Open Rp #Romance #Drama #Christmas Prince #Royal romance as well

[rose-pearls]

Married life

Summary: the morning just after your wedding with Theodore Nott.

The sunlight comes streaming through the window, the curtains left open that had been forgotten last night. 

He turns to look at her, his wife, and he can’t believe how lucky he is that she decided to marry him. She is breathing softly her cheeks mushed in the cushion and a light snore leaves her mouth making a loving grin appear on his face.

A whisp of hair has fallen on her cheek so he lifts his hand to carefully place it back behind her ear, he touches the softness of her cheek, and she lets out a small groan. Theo chuckles and caresses her cheek knowing that she is starting to wake up.

Her eyes softly open, blinking at the light in the room, and a smiling Theo greets her.

“Hi.”, Theo feels himself melt at the sight of her sleepy grin, eyes filled with love.

“Good morning beautiful.”, her smiles widen, and she gets closer to him, his hand leaves her cheek to pull her closer to him.

“Slept well?”, he feels her nod as she puts her head on his shoulder starting to draw patterns on his chest. 

“You?”, she stops drawing patterns and looks up at him making him smile down at her.

“I did, but it’s much better to be awake and with you.”, she chuckles softly, and a fond look appears as she looks up at him.

“Sap.”

“Only for you.”, she lets out a happy sigh and leaves a trail of kisses on his jaw, she puts herself on top of him to be able to look at him better.

Even when she has her hair into a bird nest due to sleep and traces of the pillow on her cheeks, she is still the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

They look at each other with soft smiles and he wants to stay like this forever, her body against his and the feeling of her skin under his fingers as he caresses her back.

“So, what do you want to do today Mrs. Nott?”, the bright smile that she gives him makes his heart flutter and he can’t help the fond look on his face.

“What about staying in bed all day Mr. Nott?”, he feels a smirk appear on his face and brings her closer to kiss her softly on the lips. 

The kiss deepens and he feels her sigh against his lips as he roams his hands along her body.

“You’ve read my mind.”, he quickly turns them around to be on top of her and he can’t help but take his time to look at her like she is the most precious thing in the world.

“I can’t believe we are married.”, she looks at him with a dreamy look in her eyes and he feels the same way, somehow not realizing how lucky he is to have her as his wife.

They had met during their fourth year when they were next to each other in Charms, the class was often easy for the two of them which resulted in them talking. Theo fell in love almost instantly but didn’t know if she would be interested so one day when she was talking about the approaching Yule Ball, he took his courage and asked her to the ball. The girl had looked at him in shock for a few minutes before slowly nodding and saying that she would love to go. 

The rest of their years at Hogwarts were spent together, there were ups and downs, but they always managed to work through them and now they were married.

“I can’t believe it either, still feels like a dream.”, she lets out a soft giggle and he kisses her lips enjoying the closeness.

“Why don’t I show you just how lucky I am to call you, my wife?”, even after all these years his wife blushed but a bright smile made him start a trial of kisses on her body.

They spent the day together in bed, talking, sleeping, and enjoying time with each other, they couldn’t wait for the rest of their married life.

#theodore nott #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott fanfiction #harry potter

[thenovelartist]

Life After Destruction - Chapter 5 - Honkai: Star Rail

<Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter>

It took about three days for everything to fully sink in, but once they did, Dan Heng couldn’t deny he was very excited. If he’d been told as a child that he’d have a family one day, both a wife and child, there was no way he would have believed it. Yet here he was, married to a woman who was pregnant with a miracle baby.

While fully aware that a baby would mean a lot of work, little sleep, dealing with tantrums, and messes everywhere, he had already decided he would be thankful for it all. He’d grown up an outcast, one exiled from his homeworld due to the heavy sins of a past incarnation. It had been intended that he suffer in this life. How ironic to be rewarded so heavily instead.

He would still think that way even if he and Stelle had to relocate. The Astral Express crew had every right to decide it was in his and Stelle's best interest to settle down elsewhere. Even now, after thinking it over and discussing it with Stelle for days, Dan Heng could see the logic in that choice. But ultimately, neither he nor Stelle wanted to leave the place they called home, filled with the people they considered to be family.

“We’ve decided to stay,” Stelle informed the others at the breakfast table. “If you’re all still okay with that.”

“Yes!” March was the first to exclaim.

“Of course!” Himeko followed up with a beaming smile. “If that’s what you wish, then we’ll all make it work.”

“As long as you are confident in your choice, then we are happy to have you,” Welt agreed.

“We’ve given it a lot of thought,” Dan Heng started, “and have gone over every option. But ultimately, we both feel most at home here.”

Stelle nodded her agreement. “We figure that between the two of us, our kid would be up for the adventure being a Nameless entails.”

A new, fluttery warmth filled Dan Heng’s heart even thinking about their child, a recent development that he wasn’t upset about. It was exciting, after all, to think about what a future like that would hold. And the way he spotted Stelle run a hand over her abdomen with a gentle smile on her face told him she felt the same.

Welt chuckled. “That is entirely likely.”

“So!” March piped up, excitedly tapping the table with her fingers. “With that out of the way, I think it’s only fair that I be called Aunt March from now on!”

“Oh!” Himeko joined in, her eyes taking on an excited sparkle. “If so, then I do like the ring of ‘Aunt Himeko’.”

“Now, now, both of you,” Welt gently chided. “They should be the ones to decide that.”

While Welt was right, it took only a few seconds for Dan Heng to warm up to the idea. These were people he cared about, who he worked with day-in and day-out for years and considered the closest thing he’s ever had to a family. Knowing they were each willing to take on such a role for his child, to provide them with a family from the minute they came into this world instead of one Dan Heng had fought for, was once again a blessing.

“I don’t mind.”

Surprise flashed across Stelle’s expression, but an amused grin soon overtook it. “I can’t believe you beat me to the punch,” she muttered.

Dan Heng just returned the grin.

With a twinkle in her eye, Stelle turned back to the two women. “I think you both deserve it at this point.”

“Sweet!” March cried, doing a fist pump in the air.

Himeko, for her part, lightly clapped her hands together.

“So,” Stelle said, looking at Welt. “Do you want to be ‘Uncle Welt’?”

“I feel like he’s more of a grandpa,” March said.

Welt chuckled. “Either one would be fine by me.”

“Oh, come on,” Himeko said, “surely you have a preference.”

“Stelle and Dan Heng can choose for me,” he smoothly returned. “I would be honored with any title.”

After Welt so easily brushed off the topic, March picked up the conversation again, happily proclaiming how she would be the best aunt a kid had ever known. Himeko challenged her for a bit before relinquishing the title of ‘best aunt’ in favor of ‘second best aunt,’ if only to humor March. While Dan Heng would question just how reliable a guardian March would be, he did believe March would be a good aunt. She was, after all, a treasured member of his family.

Breakfast came to an end, and the question of Welt’s title still lingered in the back of Dan Heng’s mind, but not because he was still debating the answer. On the contrary, he had one.

Hence, Dan Heng found an opportunity to approach Welt privately.

“I apologize if you felt put on the spot at breakfast,” Dan Heng said.

“I don’t recall you joining the ‘great title debate’,” Welt lightly returned, his calm expression showing he held no grudge.

Dan Heng smirked. “True. The girls required no assistance in that endeavor.”

“They certainly didn’t,” Welt agreed. “That said, if you would prefer that I have one title over the other, I will gladly accept it.”

“If… you wouldn’t mind,” Dan Heng began, an awkward feeling twisting his gut into knots, “could my child call you Grandfather or some variation of that title? I didn’t talk this over with Stelle, so she might have a different opinion, but I respect you as my elder, hence…” Dan Heng glanced away, unsure of how to finish.

But Welt called his attention back by plopping a firm hand on Dan Heng’s shoulder. No words needed to be said to convey just how proud and honored Welt was. “Then I’m genuinely excited to meet my first grandchild. And I’m happy for you to get the chance to become a father.”

Dan Heng smiled, that knot in his gut only halfway unraveling. They didn’t untie all the way as Welt’s words, oddly enough, struck him once again with the revelation that he was going to be a father. And how overwhelmed and inept that ultimately made him feel. “Forgive me if I’m encroaching on the past, but it’s always struck me that... you know how to be a father.”

“I may have some experience in that area,” he confessed, a wistful edge to his voice. “Never blood-related and never a baby, so calling myself a ‘father’ might be a bit of a stretch. But I understand how parents feel a little too well.”

As someone who also didn’t like to bring up the past, Dan Heng was hesitant to ask for any elaboration on the subject, but wasn't seeking out answers and wisdom the benefit of having a respected elder? “Then… can I ask for your help if I have any questions?”

“About being a father?” Welt clarified.

Dan Heng simply nodded. “It’s… overwhelming. The amount of knowledge I didn’t think I’d ever need yet I suddenly do, and I have a feeling that even though I still have six months, that time is going to go too fast for me to learn everything I need to.”

At Dan Heng's rambling, Welt smiled. “I have a feeling you’ll be okay,” he gently encouraged. “You could have all the time in the world to do your research, yet it will all go out the window when faced with reality. Each child is different; you’ll figure it out as you go. And just as you think you understand them, they do something else to surprise you. You’ll stress over them more than you know you should, but you can’t help it. They’ll be happy… heh, no, more than happy to keep you on your toes, as though it's their very job to do so. But you gladly step up to the challenge because they become more precious to you than life itself.” 

He sighed, turning back to Dan Heng after getting lost in his thoughts. “My advice is to not stress yourself out by overthinking it; it’s hard, but not in the ways you think. However, if you ever think you need advice, then I’m glad to offer whatever assistance I can. My door will always be open, for you and Stelle both.”

It was odd, the effect Welt’s words had on Dan Heng. On one hand, they were a comfort, bringing reassurance to the storm in his heart. On the other, they were so personal that Dan Heng worried he'd touched on a sore subject for Welt.

But just like every other time, Dan Heng refrained from asking. Instead, he simply patted Welt’s shoulder in return, offering silent condolences and reassurances all in one. “Thank you.”

Welt’s smile softened, the lines of age and hard experience on his face seeming to erase as he relaxed. “You’re welcome.”

~~~

Just over four months in, Stelle would say she hit the first milestone of her pregnancy: her clothes were growing tight. Specifically, her waistband.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand, it meant she was beginning to show, just a little. It gave her a little thrill of excitement to be able to look sideways in the mirror and realize she could hold the beginnings of a little bump where her and Dan Heng’s baby was.

But on the other, it meant shopping was inevitable.

“And you don’t want to ask March or Himeko for help?” Dan Heng asked.

Stelle sighed. “I mean… yes and no. Yes because they are a help, but no because when it comes to clothes, those two are exhausting. But for once, those two aren’t the biggest problem here.”

Dan Heng was only puzzled for a second before realization dawned on him. “Lady Asta.”

Stelle ran her hands down her face tiredly. Yes, Lady Asta. AKA, the woman with no regard for money who just so happened to take a vacation and fly out to meet the Astral Express upon learning from March that Stelle was pregnant.

Don’t get her wrong; Stelle was glad to have such a good friend be so kind as to wish her congratulations in person. But Asta had already told Stelle in no uncertain terms that she’d gladly help acquire anything Stelle needed for the baby.

“You could just tell her ‘no’,” Dan Heng suggested. “Isn’t Arlan in control of her bank account anyway?”

“Normally, yes, but because Asta was leaving for vacation and traveling, Arlan returned the encryption key to her. And I know this because Arlan sent me a hundred and one text messages on top of a phone call warning me to not let her overspend on anything.”

Despite his sigh, Dan Heng couldn’t temper a smile. “So he put you in charge of Asta, then.”

“Yes,” she lamented. “So as much as I would like to go shopping now while we’re on a planet with a huge outdoor mall so close by, the last thing I need is to give Asta any ideas. I am too tired to fight her.”

At that, Dan Heng’s expression fell. “Are you too tired to fight Asta specifically, or tired in general?”

Oops, here came the inquisition. Her fault, she supposed, considering she knew better than to mention the word ‘tired’ around her husband. ‘Queasy’ and ‘dizzy’ were also words on the No-no List. “I’m somewhere between the two,” she admitted, knowing it was best to be honest at this point rather than lie and get Dan Heng to press. “I did manage to assist on that last mission without overdoing it, but even though I didn’t get into any trouble or start any fights, it kinda took a toll on me. Don’t worry, I’ll sit the next one out and rest,” she quickly tacked on. It was inevitable that she'd be perma-banned from missions soon, anyway. Best not to overdo it and move that inevitability up. She wanted to enjoy things while she still could.

Not to say she wouldn't enjoy being a mother. Honestly, she was excited for it, even if it did mean she would be benched from missions for who knew how long.

Pleased with her answer, Dan Heng relaxed. “Then I’ll help you shop at our next stop once that mission is completed. Unless you need to go shopping now.”

“Nah, I think I'm good. My clothes are getting tighter, but I can still fit into them. I just want things on hand for when I can't comfortably button my skirt anymore.”

“Alright. Then we’ll plan for that, then.”

Unfortunately, as a Nameless, plans go out the window all the time. And this time was no exception.

To be fair, Stelle and Dan Heng should have known better than to have this conversation in the archive room where they could be overheard by March, who conveniently missed the fact that Stelle did not want Asta to know that she needed new clothes.

Well, Asta found out and insisted she do something about it. And since Stelle was too tired to put up a fight against three excitable women, not even Dan Heng could save her from an all-girl shopping trip.

“So!” March began, looking around the outdoor shopping center with a worrisome gleam in her eye. “Where should we go first?”

“This is a mall run by the IPC,” Asta chimed in, looking far too excited for her own good. “So they should have thought to put a map up around here.”

“There,” Himeko said, pointing to a large electronic screen off to the side of the street.

Together, the girls looked over the map, trying to guess which of the women’s clothing stores would have maternity clothes then planning a route around them. Stelle would be thankful to Himeko for doing her best to map out rest areas as well as lunch and possible snack breaks.

“And if it gets too much for you,” Himeko whispered to Stelle when the two more excitable girls started dashing off ahead, “tell me and I’ll put a stop to them.”

Those words did help calm Stelle. It seemed that Himeko was on her side, at least. 

Once they arrived at their first stop, the girls began meandering through the store until they hit the maternity section. While thankful they managed to find what they were looking for at the first store they hit, Stelle felt weird looking through the oddly shaped clothes. It was once again a reminder that she was pregnant with Dan Heng’s baby, something that should have been impossible.

The other reason it was so strange was because looking at the models in the pictures made Stelle feel... awkward. Like, how big would she get? The doctors said if she kept active during her pregnancy, she was more likely to both stay in shape and bounce back faster after giving birth. But ultimately, they couldn’t tell her exactly how her body would change. They could only tell her what generally to prepare for. As happy as she was to have a little bump, to have proof that a child was growing in her, it both weirded Stelle out and made her a little nervous.

“Girls,” Himeko called out, pulling Stelle out of her thoughts before they could spiral out of control. “Before you run wild, just remember that we’re looking for pieces that will adapt with Stelle as she grows. I doubt she wants to subject herself to another shopping trip.” With that, Himeko shot Stelle a wink.

Stelle could have hugged Himeko right there for that. Instead, she just let out a breath of relief. “Yes. Please. I can still fit into my shirts, so I just need bottoms.”

“Adjustable bottoms. Got it.” March shot her a thumbs up.

“For now, at least,” Himeko reminded. “I’d say to get some shirts as well for when you do start growing into them.”

Stelle had to admit she had a point. Because her bump would grow to the point she needed those oddly shaped shirts. It was still weird to think about, though. “Alright, but just… don’t go overboard. I don’t want to spend too much.”

“Pshhh.” Asta waved her hand flippantly in dismissal. “You’re not paying for anything.”

And this was exactly what Stelle had been worried about.

“What do you mean?” Stelle asked, already preparing for the answer.

Beaming, Asta flashed a card Stelle knew a little too well. “Arlan gave me my encryption key. Which, by the way, did you know how hard I had to work to convince him to do so? Geez, it’s like he doesn’t trust me with money at all!”

Behind her, March chuckled nervously while Himeko tiredly shook her head. Both of which were appropriate responses.

Stelle tried her best to temper her grimace. “Um… as someone who has helped Arlan hide that key from you, I understand his sentiments.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m still mad at you for your little tag-team game two years ago.”

“It was for the best.”

Asta huffed, propping her hands on her hips.

“You know it was," Stelle countered. "Things got resolved the week afterward.”

"Bearly."

"It is no one's fault but the shipping company's that half the components came in broken. At least they offered to recompensate us by priority shipping all the replacements."

Relenting, Asta rolled her eyes and held her hands up in surrender. “Look, I won’t go overboard; I promise. But my parents did give me permission to help support the savior of the galaxy. So let me do this for you, okay? It’s just clothes. It’s not twenty security bots.”

Stelle knew Asta intended well. However, Asta frequently intended a little too well, even to her own detriment. But if Asta had gone as far as to get her parents’ permission to blow money on maternity clothes for Stelle, then she would be thankful and allow Asta to buy a few things. Heaven knew she’d go back whining all the way if Stelle didn’t. If anything, Arlan didn’t deserve to listen to Asta's lamenting. “Okay, just a few items.”

“Yes!”

Stelle’s mistake. A few items turned into a whole new wardrobe, and neither she nor March nor Himeko could do anything about it. Other than carry the bags for an all-too-proud Asta, that is.

~~~

It was about month five that Dan Heng and Stelle started seriously planning for the arrival of the baby. Particularly, where it would be born.

Dan Heng stared at the tablet in his hands, looking over the list of possible planets that they had slowly crossed off one by one over the last half hour. “So, we’ve narrowed down our options to three places: Herta Space Station, Belobog, or the Luofu.”

“Cross off the space station,” Stelle said from her spot lying on the bed. She’d gotten tired of sitting after a while, the baby now developed enough to begin moving around and making her queasy in the process.

Dan Heng tapped the screen with his stylus. “Can I ask why?”

“I know the space station took care of me when I was comatose and all, which I’m super grateful for, but I really hate being there. If I have other options, I’m taking them.”

With a nod, Dan Heng finally knocked that one off the list. He’d fought to keep it on in the beginning when they were first narrowing things down, just to keep a guaranteed good option open, but with two other options he was comfortable with still on the board, he would relent. “So Belobog or the Luofu. Realistically, the Luofu would be better seeing as Belobog is still a struggling planet with few resources, but I understand that with as often as you travel back there and as many friends as you’ve made there, it has become almost a second home to you.”

Stelle pushed herself up into a sitting position, propped up by the headboard. “As much as I agree, will you be comfortable there?”

“This isn’t about me,” he countered. “This is about you giving birth to our child.”

“Yes, but I don’t need you stressed out about things, either,” she said. “Which was why Belobog is our best option if you’re not comfortable going to the Luofu.”

“But you think the Luofu is the best?”

With a pensive expression, Stelle absently rubbed a hand over her growing abdomen. “I do,” she said. “For a lot of reasons, actually.”

Setting down the tablet, Dan Heng gave her his full attention.

“Starting with Bailu," Stelle started. "She’d mentioned she wanted to be one of the first to meet our child, which I understand. She is the high elder of the vidyadhara, and this is the first one to ever be born. I also know she would want to be there anyway since she looks up to you as a brother, so of course she’d want to meet your kid right away. Being there on the Luofu would be easiest for her.”

“Is Bailu the main reason?” Dan Heng asked. “Because I know she would gladly apply for leave to wherever you have the child.” Thinking about it, Bailu would probably be excited at the prospect of leaving the Luofu to go on an adventure, particularly if it meant leaving work behind for a little bit.

Stelle shook her head. “Actually, the rest is… more a mental thing than anything else.”

Dan Heng gave her a nod for her to continue.

“It’s… because the Luofu is your homeworld,” she eventually admitted. “I know circumstances were different for you, but… since our home is the stars, I just kinda thought it would be nice for you and our baby to share a birthplace.”

The surprise hit him hard, rendering him speechless as his heart gave an odd little squeeze in his chest. That was the reason? Because she wanted to give their child a form of family legacy?

Uncertainty grew across Stelle’s expression the longer the silence stretched on. “Well?”

While still fighting for words, Dan Heng stood from his seat, only to sit back down on the edge of the bed beside Stelle, laying a hand over her abdomen. “I'll ask again, are you the most comfortable there?”

She nodded. “Between Luofu and Belobog, it’s a wash.”

"And you're sure there's no reason you'd prefer Belobog more?"

"Not really. Only if you'd be—"

"This isn't about me," he cut in. "This is about you. I will be fine anywhere for your sake. So, if you prefer the Luofu, then it's decided."

After a beat, she sighed, relief flooding her expression. "Okay."

And with that, Dan Heng felt his own worries begin to ease. "Okay."

However, that didn’t mean all his worries disappeared just like that. Even after all this time, he still had complicated feelings about the Luofu. With everything that had happened—or maybe because of everything that had happened—he knew he could never fully escape his past reincarnation, nor the chains that had once held him down. It wasn’t as though he hated everything about the Luofu, particularly when the company of his companions helped obscure the dark memories he had of this place. However, he could never be fully at ease there because he was seen as two different people instead of just the one person he was now.

But beyond his own feelings, he had other, more pressing concerns. Namely, how would the vidyadhara population at large react when they learned that the first vidyadhara to ever be born in the history of their race was fathered by the reincarnation of the greatest traitor? His reputation as Dan Heng was slowly overshadowing his past as Dan Feng thanks to him assisting the galaxy’s savior in her battle to exterminate an aeon, but how far did that reputation really go? And more importantly, would his child be in any danger because of it? He and Stelle, along with Bailu, had been targets of assassins more than once.

A warmth that cradled his cheeks brought him back to reality.

“Hey,” Stelle softly spoke, concern etched into her face as she tenderly cupped his jaw. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with it? We can go to Belobog if you’re not.”

“It's fine,” he answered, grabbing hold of one of her wrists. Inwardly, he was kicking himself, guilt welling up within him. This was about Stelle and what she wanted. Ultimately, if Stelle felt safe there, then it was his job as her husband and father of her child to ensure she would be. If he had to call on the help of Jing Yuan or Fu Xuan to ensure their safety, he would do so. No one would bring danger to his family for as long as he was alive to do something about it. “Sorry. I just got lost in my own thoughts.”

“Care to share?”

“They aren’t important. I'm just concerned about you.”

“I'll be fine.”

“I know you will.” And to reassure her, he reached out to cup her cheek, leaning forward to lay a brief kiss on her lips.

That seemed to settle her, thankfully. “Then it’s decided?”

Dan Heng nodded, managing to give her a genuine smile despite the worries still clouding the back of his mind. “I’ll start making arrangements with Bailu. I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear of your decision.”

Stelle grinned in agreement. “I’m sure. I bet she knows some good doctors to recommend, as well.”

That was a valid point. Dan Heng would have to admit that one of the bonuses of the Luofu was that they could trust whatever doctors and midwives that Bailu would recommend rather than having to do their best to find one Stelle would be comfortable with on other planets. “Her insight would be helpful. And if she could arrange things for us to be ready when we arrive, then that would be all the better.”

“We won’t be there too long, will we?”

“I’m thinking a month before your due date.”

“That long?”

The surprise on Stelle’s face was a reaction Dan Heng had expected. “I would feel more at ease spending your last month of pregnancy somewhere we could more easily monitor you, and if you go into labor early, we’ll be better prepared. Furthermore, you being off the Express and settled somewhere would be less stressful for you.” And me, he mentally added. The last thing he needed was to worry about Stelle any more than he currently was.

“Two weeks,” she argued. “I don’t need a whole month.”

“What else would you be doing on the Express compared to on the Luofu?”

To that, she had no answer. “But… don’t you want to continue helping the crew on missions?”

“The crew has already assured us they understand,” he countered. “And while it might be a bit much to make assumptions for them, I believe they also would be more relieved to have you off the Express the closer it becomes to your due date. For your own sake.”

Though Stelle crossed her arms in frustration, she didn’t counter. Meaning she accepted it, albeit reluctantly.

“Think of it this way,” Dan Heng said. “With the extra time we have on the Luofu, we will be able to find a crib for the baby.”

Stelle glanced over the room. “Um, we still need to find room for the crib.”

“I thought we could move the chairs and table over there.” He pointed to in front of the bookshelf. “Even though it feels as though it's blocking shelves, it would allow us to move the bed this way—” He made hand motions to indicate turning the bed sideways. “—and move it over, making more room for the crib here, which will ultimately be a better layout.”

“Not a bad idea.”

“I’ll ask Welt and Himeko for assistance moving things around. Don’t even think about offering,” he interrupted before she could say a word.

She just tossed her hands up in surrender.

Before they could continue the conversation, a knock on their door called their attention. “Stelle! Dan Heng! You in there?”

At March’s peppy voice, Dan Heng answered the door. “Did you need something?”

She looked about to explode with excitement. Himeko, Welt, and Pom-pom all stood behind her, excitement written on their faces as well. “We have something we want to show you,” she said, bouncing on her toes.

By now, Stelle had gotten up off the bed and stood beside Dan Heng. "What is it?"

March bowed, making some elaborate ‘this way’ arm gesture. “If you’ll follow us.”

And so they did, making the long trek to… the room next to theirs.

Dan Heng and Stelle shared a puzzled glance at the way everyone was gathered around the door.

“And now," Pom-pom announced, "presenting the brand new, first-ever, Astral Express Nursery!”

… Huh?

March flung the door open, only to stand aside and gesture for Dan Heng and Stelle to enter.

Stelle moved first, stepping into the room with wide-eyed surprise. Dan Heng was certain he looked the same as he followed her. The first thing he noticed was the crib in the corner, one complete with a mattress fitted with patterned sheets and a bunny plush toy. Next to it was another piece of furniture, one he realized was a changing table with little baskets underneath. Then there was a small chest of drawers, as well, on the other side of the crib. Finally, there was a small bookshelf behind them. 

Only after that did Dan Heng realize the walls were all painted with different scenes, ranging from an ocean on one side to a sandy desert to a forest with mountains behind it as the scene wrapped around the room. Even the ceiling was painted, sporting blocky, cartoon clouds that matched the illustrative style of the room.

He glanced over to Stelle, whose golden eyes were now glassy as she held a hand over her mouth. She turned to look over at the four other members of the express, who were all looking on with anticipation. “You did this for us?” she asked, her voice warbly with emotion.

“Of course,” Himeko answered. “Each trailblazer needs a room, and the little one is no exception. Do you like it?”

Unable to answer as tears started dripping down her cheeks, Stelle just nodded.

Overwhelmed himself, Dan Heng took his wife into his arms, allowing her to lean against him and sniffle softly into his shoulder. It was rare for her to shed tears, and while he knew pregnancy could affect a woman’s emotions, he felt making that assumption would be unfair seeing as he himself was moved by such a grand gesture. “Thank you,” he said, looking over at the crew, an indescribable warmth flooding his chest. “This is… this is incredible.”

Welt nodded. “Since we didn’t know whether you’d be having a boy or a girl when we started this, we wanted to keep it gender-neutral. But I thought that having something that would age with the child, at least for a while, would be better than something more baby-themed.”

Himeko giggled, gently elbowing Welt’s side. “He did a pretty good job painting the walls, didn’t he?”

“Then Himeko and I picked out all the furniture,” March chimed in.

“And Pom-pom specially ordered the bedding,” the little conductor proudly stated. “And the plush toy. Pom-pom thought it was a perfect decoration.”

Having had a moment to pull herself together, Stelle lifted her head out of Dan Heng’s shoulder to look up at the group. Her eyes were red, and she had to swipe the tears off her cheeks, but she was still grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you so much. I love it.”

“Yes,” Dan Heng agreed, his smile wide as he counted the blessings that currently surrounded him. “Thank you very much.”

#honkai star rail #honkai fanfic #danstelle #romance #found family #its so fluffy #hsr march 7th #hsr welt #hsr himeko

[kuroneko1815]

The Amulet

Judith was a child whose curiosity was encouraged and nurtured by her loving and doting parents. As the (currently) only child of the Emperor and Empress who were known to be madly in love with one another, as well as being the only grandchild of the only Duke who favoured his adopted daughter over his blood born sons, she was indulged overly so. Had it been anyone else, perhaps the child would grow up mean spirited and self obsessed but her sweet nature won through.

One day as she waited and played inside her parent’s room, the little four year old decided to use her wings to fly around a bit, before spotting a box on one of the tables on her father’s side of the room. Deciding that she wanted to see what was in it, she flew close and grabbed the ornate wooden box and flew back to where her mother was resting on the bed as she often did these days as her pregnancy progressed.

Landing back on the bed with the box, the movement seemed to have woken her mother. “Hmm… Judy?” Her Mama called out with a yawn as she sat up.

“Mama, wanna see the box.” She gave the box to her mother who took it without hesitation.

She smiled as she touched the box. “This is your Papa’s box but I don’t think he’ll mind us looking through it. But you’ll have to ask him about everything here, I don’t know about the stories behind them that make them special.”

She opened the box slowly. There were letters and amulets, brooches, and small portraits. Her Mama smiled when she grabbed the one on top, the cracked ruby in the middle and the gold that had tarnished made it look so old. “This one though, I wanted to give it to your Uncle Reynold but your mean Papa took it out of my hand and said it matched him more before he put it on.”

“That’s mean of Papa!” Judith said solemnly but she smiled at the feeling of magic that was in it, faint and barely there. The door swung open and the man himself entered.

“Oh, am I mean?”

Judith looked at her Mama with a smile before she turned back to her father. “Very mean, Servant Emperor.”

“Tch, call me Father.” He joined them on the bed, pulling Judith on to his lap and gazed in the box. “I came here to make sure you weren’t bothering your Mother but it seems you have.”

“I don’t mind.” Mama said as she lay back down.

Her Papa turned to her Mama and sighed. “Go to sleep, I’ll watch over her.”

“Just stay in the room and talk to her, it’s nice hearing your stories.”

Her Papa gave up after that and began telling stories about the trinkets in his box, all of them were from her Mama or from Grandma, some of them were her drawings too. Mama fell asleep immediately and Papa began to tell his stories in a whisper.

She found one amulet that had very powerful magic and was so pretty. It was also very very old. As old as her Mama’s mirror wand.

Her Papa caught her staring at it and he took it out and handed it to her. “This was your Grandmother’s, she gave it to me when I was very small. It broke when I got a little older but your mother found it and fixed it for me.”

“It’s pretty.” Judith admitted as she touched it reverently.

“If you want it, you can have it.” Her Papa said.

She smiled at her Papa. “Judy wants it.”

Her Papa pinned it on to her dress with a smile.

None of them knew the true history of the amulet. They didn’t know that it once belonged to a family of travelling merchants, the last of the Ancient Mages. Or that the patriarch, in a desperate need for money for his only daughter’s medicine, had pawned it off to a young noble woman who would later marry the future Emperor and give birth to Callisto. They also didn’t know the true extent of the amulet, only that the base spell was a protection spell that had once saved Callisto’s life from an arrow during his first hunting competition.

Judith wore that amulet everyday since. One day, she had pricked her finger on a rose’s thorn and she had accidentally smeared some of her blood on the amulet the same way her mother, father, paternal grandmother, and so many of her mother’s ancestral family had done at least once throughout their life. The magic in the amulet recognized the inherent nature of the blood and it activated.

A blinding light engulfed her, all the onlookers were forced to shield their eyes. Penelope hadn’t been too far and she had braved the light to search for her daughter.

Callisto had arrived, sword drawn at the feeling of the powerful and unfamiliar magic that was emanating from the garden. His wife and daughter nowhere to be found. When the light died down, he froze. Mother and daughter were crouched down, his wife’s arms encircling their daughter, but right behind them, staring blankly around, eyes shifting side to side was…

“Mother?” He called out to the tall woman standing behind his family.

She turned around slowly and looked at him. “Who are you? No… wait… Callisto?”

Basically the beginnings of a fic idea about what would happen if the Empress met a grownup version of her son and his family not too long before her death. And I also like the idea of tying the two families together with the amulet. And in this story, she makes a wish to see what her son’s future would be like, wants to assure herself that no matter what happens to her, her beloved son would be alright in the end. So the amulet takes her to a point in time where he was okay.

When she returns to her time, she gives him the amulet to protect him and complete the loop. It does have an adverse effect where she gets to see what’s happening in real time the way the ancient mages were watching Penelope. And she watches in anger and frustration as her daughter-in-law was killed over and over, wondering how the future she had seen had come about if Penelope was doomed to die in every loop. And her opinion of Penelope, who she had been hesitant about due to her commoner blood, changes throughout the loops. Sympathy and motherly love come about even as she begins to think that her beloved son was the one unworthy of Penelope.

What do you guys think?

#death is the only ending for a villainess #vadd #villains are destined to die #callisto regulus #death is the only ending for the villainess #penelope eckart #fic ideas #penelope eckart x callisto regulus #penelope x callisto #fanfic #judith regulus #time travel

[star-girl69]

I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: i’ll admit i had to do several rewrites of this chapter until it came out how i wanted it, and even then i don’t think it’s my best work. but regardless, this was really fun to write and i absolutely adore this series. i hope you all enjoy!

warnings: swearing, abuse (not physical), forced isolation, mentions of forced starvation, violence, mentions of sex, incest, tell me if i missed anything!

Chapter Two - Blind Me

—-

You woke the same way you always did. Alone, cold. Empty.

Rhaenyra had taken your heart with her, and you found yourself incapable of loving until you were reunited with her.

She haunted you.

She looked like an angel, but perhaps she was the angel of something dark. The angel of pain, you thought. The angel of longing, yearning.

The angel of remembering was the most likely. Seeing as you remembered every inch of skin she had ever let you touch, every line on her skin, every scar.

But you remembered her hands the most of all.

How they would splay across your skin, pressing you tight to her on cold nights.

She haunted your thoughts every day, in the morning and at night. You thought of her while your husband was right next to you.

Sometimes, if you were lucky, she haunted your sleep. She would visit you in your dreams, do nothing but hold you and tell you how much she missed you. It felt so real.

You could hide your mind, but you could not hide the aching in your hands, fingers always splayed around nothing, wishing her hand was with yours. Lips always soft, always ready for hers to be placed upon them.

You missed her more than life itself.

The door opened, and light flooded your room.

“Good morning, Lady Chambers.” You didn’t speak to the handmaiden. You tried to, when you had first been married, but no one was her. No one was Rhaenyra.

You remained silent as she coaxed you out of your cold bed, into the cold air, and you smiled to yourself. Was Rhaenyra as cold as you right now? Or perhaps she was warm, snuggled under the blankets in the arms of her husband.

You heard the rumors. You knew about Harwin Strong, about her bastard children. You knew about the scandal she had participated in, being married to her uncle so shortly after both their partners deaths.

Maybe they were happy together. Maybe she had forgotten about you. It’s not like you could have sent any letters to her, your husband laughing in your face when you asked to borrow a raven to send them. He forbid you from sending any correspondance.

He liked seeing you like this, you realized. Alone and in pain, a weak woman with no one to save her. No one to warm her bed, no children to care for. He was cruel, cruel, cruel.

You hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

After being dressed in a dark blue dress, showing that you belonged to your husband, you made your way downstairs. You decided you would skip breakfast as you did most meals, not ready to see your husband unless you had to.

You walked past his chambers, stopping in front of the door.

Tears welled, but you refused to let them fall. You stood tall, fixed your dress and turned to go to the library. It reminded you of Rhaenyra.

A scream came from your husbands chambers, and a barely clothed woman ran out, wrapped in a sheet.

Guards swarmed past you, into your husbands chambers you had never even been inside of.

One stood by you, grabbing your arm. You pushed yourself into him, letting fear rest in your viens like ice.

What had happened to him? Would they come for you next?

The head guard, a man by the name of Ser Wolland, left the chambers with a grave look on his face.

“Lord Chambers is dead.”

—-

Your husband was not dead.

No, of course, Kyle Chambers would never leave this world, not while you were alive and had the chance of being happy. Instead, you and your husband’s court was whisked off to King’s Landing, where he would receive the best care from the Grand Maester.

The House Chambers had always been good friends to the crown, so with a bit of begging, this gesture was allowed.

Everyone knew that with the marriage of Aegon and Helaena, to happen later this week, the Greens were making a play for the throne. Tensions grew between the Blacks and the Greens, and your husband was determined to play both sides.

He was stupid.

But you were grateful for his sudden illness, his diagnosis not known to you, seeing as you were a “weak” woman who could not possibly understand.

Your best guess was that something was wrong with his heart.

But just as something was wrong with his, something was wrong with yours. During the carriage ride, as you had grown nearer and nearer to where she would be, your heart fluttered ridiculously.

It was good timing, your husband’s illness. You had to travel to King’s Landing for the royal wedding regardless, so the preparations had already been made.

You didn’t know of Rhaenyra would be there. Maybe her hatred of the Greens would be too strong, and she would feign sickness and send her sons in her place. You hoped she did not.

Gods, you hoped she was there.

—-

The carriage stopped in the courtyard with a large thump, and your husband exited first. Practically carried out by guards, he was getting weaker and weaker by the day.

His pulse dropped so low that the maester would proclaim him dead, only for him to awaken a few hours later. But with each awakening, he was weaker and weaker.

He still had enough energy to entertain his whores, as long as he could lay on his back while some poor woman struggled to wrap her legs around his wide frame from above.

“Lord Kyle of House Chambers, and his Lady Wife.”

You despised that title, but exited the carriage regardless. Your husband demanded that you wear his house colors the entire trip, royal blue, to show everyone that you belonged to him.

He probably had half a mind to just lock you away in your chambers, collect you when the trip was over.

He often did that when other lords were visiting, saying you were sick while he hid you in your bedroom right above them.

You used to hope that someone would notice, that someone would save you. But you soon realized that notion was foolish, and forced yourself to accept your new reality.

You prayed each and every night for his demise.

The sun was bright in your eyes, but as they adjusted, you looked around. The courtyard buzzed with activity, the carriage rolling off behind you, swords clanging in the distance.

You turned, in awe, letting yourself be taken by the current of people. It was so nice to be back in King’s Landing.

Perhaps color would return to your face, here in this bright and sunny place.

You turned around, almost laughing like a wild woman at all the activity. You had not felt this alive in years.

Your joy came to an abrupt end as you slammed into someone, almost knocking them over. Gods, you almost knocked over a small child.

“I’m so sorry!” You rushed out as the boy steadied himself, looking quite proud.

“Jace! Did you see that? I didn’t fall over!” Another young boy ran over, perhaps some years older, looking at you with an accusing gaze.

“I’m so sorry. I- I haven’t been to court in years. I fear I’m not quite accustomed to all this hustle.” The young boy you had knocked into shrugged, looking up at you with a smile. The older boy, Jace, who you assumed to be his brother; placed a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder.

“It’s alright. I’m Prince Lucerys, My Lady. I haven’t been to court in a while either.” You froze at the name. Oh, oh Gods. This was Rhaenyra’s child.

“Y-you’re the Prince? And you are too?” You looked to Jace, which must be a nickname for Jacerys. “Oh, I knew your mother many years ago. I was her Lady-in-Waiting.”

“Really?” Jace perked up, looking at you with a curious fascination. “What was she like back then?”

You were sure these two boys didn’t want to hear about how their mother was the sweetest lover, so you blushed, trying to think of an answer.

“Yes, what was she like?” Lucerys grabbed your hand, and slowly you fell into a walk with the two boys at either side of you.

“Well, she was beautiful. And she was always very kind to me. She was ambitious, in a way. She knew what she wanted and she went out to get it. She was very inspiring.”

Both boys seemed to hang on your every word, eager to hear more. You were about to retell the story of how you met, when the voice of your husband scared you to the bone. He stalked over, his anger for you suddenly healing his heart.

“Y/N! I told you to go straight to your chambers. You’re very tired after our journey, aren’t you?” He hadn’t told you to do anything of the sort.

Your hand started to shake in Lucerys’ grip, and he frowned, squeezing tighter.

Jace, on the other hand, immediately didn’t like this man. Although you had bumped into his brother, it was a accident and you were very kind about it. He doubted you deserved this harsh tone from your husband.

“I’m sorry, husband.” You extricated yourself from the two boys, and you were quite sad to do so. “It was lovely talking to you two boys.” You offered a kind smile, and the two returned it.

“Goodbye, Lady…”

“Chambers. Lady Y/N Chambers.” Jace nodded, finishing with his goodbye. Luke waved to you, and you smiled as you turned to follow your husband.

—

“Mother, do you know who we met today?” Luke anxiously kicked his feet under the table, eager for his mother’s attention. Rhaenyra could barely contain her smile.

“Who, my sweet boy?”

“Lady Y/N Chambers. She said she used to know you, that she was your Lady-in-Waiting!”

“I really liked her. She was nice.” Jace chimed in, spooning a bite of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

Rhaenyra felt her heart stop.

Her Y/N- back in the castle. So close to her, after all this time.

“Y-yes. I remember her. How- how did she look?”

“Her husband was very mean,” Luke frowned, playing with the food on his plate. “She was talking to us and then he came over and started yelling at her.”

“It was… odd,” Jace agreed, thinking back to the interaction.

“Oh, I see. Well, perhaps I’ll see her again soon.”

Gods, Rhaenyra might go crazy if she didn’t see you again soon. Her thoughts were consumed with you, the memory of your touch, your kiss, forever ingrained into her very soul. She had lived too long without you. The need for you grew day by day.

From across the table, Rhaenyra exchanged a glance with Daemon, wordlessly reminding him of his promise.

He looked almost annoyed with her, as if saying: of course I have not forgotten, my dear wife, that you wish to take your childhood lover and wed her to us in the ways of Old Valyria.

Rhaenyra let the grip on her fork go, not even realizing she had been gripping it since your name was mentioned.

You were here, in the palace. Soon, what Rhaenyra had been waiting so long for would fall into place. She would have her Y/N, and her Daemon. What she had been waiting so long for.

—-

#daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen

[viroman]

Fanfic idea

Au: without Leila (it doesn't matter if there is a system and siyeon)

A year before returning to the capital, Callisto meets a fortune teller who predicted his mother's death from unrequited love. The fortune teller invites him to “see” any day with any of his subordinates. The prince without hesitation chooses Cedric as his closest friend.

He drinks a potion (he was so broken over the memories of his mother that he completely forgot about his own safety) which briefly puts him to sleep.

Cedric's day begins with him waking up at his desk, all rumpled and with an ink mark on his forehead. From Porter’s conversation with Sir Marty, Callisto learns that Cedric’s wife and children are on vacation, and in general he is “abandoned” here to deal with all the rubble alone, while the emperor left for a week for the wedding of King Ryan (judging by the insults addressed to the emperor, it was Callisto himself).

Then the crown prince sees Cedric walking next to a very angry woman he doesn’t know. She calls herself "the godmother of his children" and expresses her indignation that he spoke so late about what happened, and then turns and arrogantly asks:

– Sir Porter, do you remember my old nicknames?

– Oh, yes, but...

– Now you will personally find out why I was nicknamed Mad Bitch Eckhart.

Immediately she bursts into the reception hall.

– Prince Henry, Princess Zoe, how am I supposed to understand this?

The scandal with threats and a fight greatly impressed Callisto. The reason turned out to be interesting for him: Prince Henry had long been in love with Lady Eckhart and wanted to marry her, despite the fact that he was already married.

Princess Zoe was not against a “marriage for three” and in a letter addressed to Penelope (he also learned her name at the time of the fight), she wrote about the hope that Henry’s future second wife would give birth to a child with the same beautiful hair. In response to the letters, Eckhart sent them a reminder of her engagement to the emperor and her extremely conservative views regarding the family.

However, the Prince and Princess Kanta clearly did not understand the word “no” and decided to take advantage of Callisto’s absence to take Penelope by force and announce to the nobles that the wedding with the emperor was cancelled.

Lady Eckhart was furious, and Kanta's representatives had to flee the capital.

The rest of the day was filled with the usual tasks. Closer to night, Cedric sat down in the library with wine, and Penelope Eckhart dozed off on the next sofa, surrounded by a dozen books. Porter smiled modestly, looking at the princess, whispered something like “with her every day is like war” and closed his eyes.

By the time Callisto woke up, the fortune teller had already disappeared. The thought of a strange woman with crimson hair could not leave his head, so he smiled like a fool for a long time.

A year later, Callisto will meet Penelope Eckhart at the homecoming banquet. And of course, he definitely won’t miss the chance to impress her.

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