#please. we have such a beautiful letter just for this occasion...
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people start using the big ß (ẞ) challenge 2024 please. 🙏
#if I have to see GROSSE PARTY one more time on official stuff I'm going to cry#please. we have such a beautiful letter just for this occasion...#use it. write GROẞE. PLEASE.#doddie redet#german stuff#ß
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starry eyes sparking up my darkest night
pairing: aemond targaryen x female!tyrell!reader
summary: aemond has only wanted two things in his life. a dragon and to marry the pretty tyrell girl, now he has both.
warnings: smut, literally almost all smut very little plot, virginity loss, oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), creampie, breeding kink, light innocence kink, light size kink, use of pet names, blood is mentioned two (2) times, aemond has a huge cock i don’t make the rules, and breeder balls, eye patch gets taken OFF when aemond fucks his lady wife, implied jealousy, implied voyeurism (? just incase?), out of character aemond (?), i think thats all?
notes: i am a whore for a villain. aemond is so hot i love him. this is a side blog, i just didnt want to post on my main blog, im fairly rusty at writing smut, so any and all feedback will be greatly appreciated!! please interact if you see this because i think tumblr hates me:((!! title credits: call it what you want by taylor swift
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The wedding had been lovely, truly, but you think everyone could tell your heart wasn’t really in it. Few smiles reached your eyes, and you couldn’t lie that a part of you had felt slightly devasted you were being married in the Dragon Pit in the sight of the Seven, and not the Godswood in Winterfell that you’d come to love during your time in Cregan Stark’s presence many years ago.
You’d thought it was a grand wedding, perhaps too grand for the marriage of a second son, but Aemond is a Prince, so what did you know, besides that and the feeling that the Hand and Queen were trying to sway your father’s loyalty to them when King Viserys joins his late wife, perhaps even go as far as to hope for the favor of your lady mother’s family.
An extravagant weeklong event. Tourneys and hunts and beautiful dinners with lots of dancing. Many lords and ladies had come, many of your friends from childhood present and even your eldest brother. It made the evening feel less lonely for you to be in the presence of people you know so well.
You had been surprised, however, to see the Princess Rhaenyra present with her husband (uncle?) and their children. You heard often of the animosity between the two families, and you were sure she wouldn’t have come. You’d been even more surprised when she had approached you at, a smile on her pretty face.
“Lady Tyrell, you make a most beautiful bride,” She smiles fondly at you.
Aemond tensed next to you, so did the Queen when her next words left her mouth before you could even let out a proper thank you for her compliment, “Though, I must say I am disappointed that your father had not chosen my own son to be your husband. We were heavily in discussion regarding it.”
Your eyebrows furrow as your head turned over in the direction of your father who was seated to your left, “I must say, Princess, I did not know I had many suitors.”
“Why would she want to marry your Strong son, dear sister, when she had better offers?” Aemond spit the words out hatefully at the same time you try to answer her, glaring over her shoulder at the son in question. Jacaerys.
You’d met him on a few occasions, and he was a kind boy. A little closer to your age than your now husband. You didn’t think you knew him well enough to warrant any sort of affections from him, but you suppose that doesn’t matter, since you’d only met Aemond once as children before your father received the letter of the marriage offer from the Hand of the King.
“Aemond,” Alicent had hissed through gritted teeth, “this is a joyous occasion, one you had wanted so desperately. So, please, do not.”
Your now husband huffed out a bitter laugh before grabbing his cup and drowning the rest of his drink. You furrow your eyebrows at her words and look to Aemond slightly confused. He wanted to desperately marry you?
Rhaenyra ignored his comment and stayed looking at you, eyebrows having a slight furrow at your words, “You are a beautiful young woman and you come from one of the great houses, I can promise you that your father was drowning in marriage offers. But I do hope you will be happy here, with my dear brother.”
She walks away before you could say anything, tensing to stop a flinch when Aemond slammed his cup down harshly.
“That fucking cunt. How dare she come over here and say all those things. As if we did not just get married. As if your husband is not sitting right fucking next to you.” He was seething, and it honestly shocked you. You have barely even spoken to him; you really didn’t think he even liked you much.
“Aemond, you will watch your mouth in front of your wife,” Alicent spoke out, slightly baffled that he would say such things in front of you, in front of your family.
Your father is tense next to you, and you place your hand on his own and squeeze. This can’t be that bad. You can endure it.
As you look at Aemond, you can’t help but wonder if he will even be so bad. As if he can hear your thoughts, his hand moves to rest tenderly on your own.
The rest of the evening blurs together until Aegon stumbled his way over to where you were seated, “I believe we should be approaching the bedding ceremony soon, dear brother?”
And though his words had been directed at your husband, you felt his lust and drunk eyes on you. The mention of the bedding ceremony had you tense, and Aegon’s eyes don’t do anything to soothe your nerves.
“There will be no bedding ceremony.” Aemond spoke without a waver in his voice. What?
Aegon’s head snapped towards his brother, “And why the fuck not? It’s tradition.”
Aemond hummed, unamused, “I will not make a spectacle of my lady wife.” His words make your heart soften slightly
“She will not be your lady wife for long if there is no proof.” Aegon tried not to sound as desperate as he felt.
“There will be blood on my sheets come morning and a babe in her belly,” Aemond spoke as he stood up, towering over his older brother before he moved his face close enough to where no one, except you- much to your embarrassment, “though I do suppose if you are that concerned, you may stand outside my quarters and listen for the confirmation that my marriage has been consummated.”
Aemond takes your hand and pulls you from the room after that, moving quickly as if attempting not to be noticed.
“Why are we not doing the bedding ceremony? Is it not tradition? Will we not get in trouble?” Your voice is slightly panicked at the idea of getting in trouble for not doing what you are supposed to do, causing him to stop outside the door of his chambers and look at you.
“I would not feel like a very good husband if there were a bunch of old men with greedy eyes seeing your bare body before I got to see it,” He looks serious, and he sounds it as well. Though his voice lowers slightly into a possessive tone when the next words come out, “I also would not like anyone to see it after I do.”
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Large hands take the many pins out of your hair before gently starting to unknot and remove the many intricate braids the servant girls spent hours doing not long ago. It feels like a waste, makes you feel as if you are a spectacle for viewing and gawking at only.
Which you suppose you are- if you were being honest with yourself. You’d been lucky to inherit not only your mother’s beauty, but as well as the charm that all the women from your lord fathers house seem to have.
You wonder why he insisted that the handmaiden leave, from what your mother told you it was typical of them to prepare you for the upcoming moments.
Your hair is abandoned for the strings at the back of your dress once Aemond has removed all the braids. The air is cold on your back and your hands are shaking when his own move to touch your bare skin in a way that no one else has. One hand is on the nape rubbing in an almost affectionate way as the other moves to pull the extravagant gown from your body.
You didn’t think you could get anymore tense than you already were, until your wedding dress dropped from your body unceremoniously onto the cold ground.
Goosebumps cover your body as you’re fully exposed to the cold air, despite the fire going in the fireplace. His hands move to map your body, starting at your shoulders and slowly moving down to your hips.
His lips on your neck causes you to gasp in surprise, your belly warming at the feeling of not only his lips on you but his hands on your hips, squeezing softly at the skin and biting back a grown when the reach your ass.
His mouth moves from your neck to your shoulders, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on your skin as he makes his way down your back. You close your eyes at the unfamiliar feeling stirring inside you, a surprised gasp escaping you when a dull bite lands on your hip.
You feel his smile against your skin as he does the same to your other hip before he stands up to make his way around your body.
He stands in front of you, fully clothed still despite having taken off all of your clothing, leaving you bare for him to feast upon with his eye.
Aemond’s hands are calloused and rough, you assume from years of sword training and dragon riding, as they caress your face. His bright eye locked on yours, watching for any reactions. Thumbs trace under your eyes, over your nose, and your lips.
“Have you ever been touched this way?” His voice is quiet as his hands move down your neck towards your collarbones.
“No, my Prince,” Your voice pitches up at the end when his mouth finds your neck again, his teeth piercing your skin again.
“Not even your own hands?” His tone is serious but the smirk you feel against your skin lets you know he’s teasing.
You feel your face heat up at his implication. “No. Never.”
Aemond lets out a pleased hum at your words, soft voice stirring something primal in him.
His mouth is on yours before you can think of something else to say. His lips are a little dry, something you didn’t notice when he kissed you earlier at the wedding. One hand grips your hip as the other tangles into your hair, tugging lightly causing you to gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
It’s an unfamiliar feeling, all of it is, though. You’re overwhelmed and throbbing at your core.
Can he hear your heartbeat as well as you can? It’s pounding in your ears along with a rush of heat that takes over your whole body.
His tongue coaxes yours to move against it, and you wonder if this is how it’s supposed to feel. If you’re supposed to feel this good. Are you even allowed to feel this good? Your handmaiden had told you on many occasions that men only cared for their own pleasure, and you would be feeling a lot of pain. This didn’t feel like anything she described.
Aemond pulls his mouth from yours and looks at you with a hooded eye, pupil so blown you can’t see the blue of it. There’s a light flush on his cheeks as he looks at your swollen lips.
“You are quite beautiful, my lady.” It’s said so quietly, you wonder if it was supposed to be a secret. You’d like to know all his secrets, you think.
When you don’t respond, his mouth attaches itself to your neck. A sharp pain if him biting is followed by a light sucking as if to soothe it.
You aren’t sure where to put your hands, they’ve stayed at your side due to your shyness and uncertainty.
“Have you been with many women?” The question leaves your mouth before your mind even processes that you’ve asked it.
His mouth stops moving against your skin as your blood runs cold, shaking, and wide eyed when he pulls away to look at you.
Sharpe eye studies your features, like a lion about to eat a lamb. Or, perhaps, a dragon ready to burn a rose.
He steps back, taking your hand as he sighs and looks away from you in, shame?
“When I was thirteen, Aegon took me to a brothel. Told me it was time to get it wet,”
You grimace at his word choice, but when you see how he’s looking at you, you squeeze his hand.
“To put it lightly, my dear lady, it was not a very nice experience. I have been with very few women since,”
Shame fills you at his words, and before he can continue you speak quickly, “I am so sorry, I did not mean to push you into speaking about an event you-“
His hands are back on your face, holding your cheeks, “You are my wife.” It’s a statement, and his words come out slightly harsh, “You are entitled to every piece of me. I will tell you everything you wish to know about me,”
His kiss is full of fire this time, claiming your lips with such an intensity. His body is pressed full against yours; you can feel his toned chest through his shirt. The fabric is soft against your chest, and as if they have a mind of their own, your hands start grasping at them hem of it desperately.
“Aemond,” It’s the first time you’ve spoken his name that way, he likes the way it sounds. Desperate, needy. Maybe he just likes that it comes from you.
Aemond was nine the first time he saw you, still had both eyes back then. You’d been visiting the Keep with your father. The King wanted updates about something, Aemond didn’t know or care what it was. All he knew was that you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.
You had such grace and were so kind. Helaena didn’t have many friends at court due to her fascination with insects. But you held all the creepy crawlers she held out to you, spent the day reading to her so she didn’t have to pull herself away from the bugs.
You were younger than him, but he didn’t care. He liked the way your voice sounded as you read to Helaena, how you laughed when she would whisper out name ideas for her bugs and then look to you to see if the name suited the bug, how you smiled at him when you would catch him sitting just far enough to not be seen but to hear.
You left with your father, and then a year later he heard a servant that you’d been taken to Winterfell to see how you’d pair with Cregan Stark.
After he lost his eye, he told his mother it was a fair trade, and that he’d gotten Vhagar in return, so it didn’t matter. But after he heard Rhaenyra speak of you to Daemon, of her hopes to marry you to Jace, he back tracked.
When they returned to King’s Landing from Driftmark, he told his mother he felt like he deserved to choose his future bride- and that he would want you in return for his lost eye. Truly the rest was history; she brought the request to Viserys stating that it was the least he could be given after what was taken from him.
Viserys allowed it but stated that it would have to be on your father’s terms on when and how if he agreed. It was no surprise that he did agree, though. Lord Tyrell is a proud man and agreed after a few years of discussion and persuasion.
“My lady,” Your thighs involuntarily press together at the way he says it, like he owns you; and he does.
He smirks at the way your body reacts to him just speaking, “May I touch you?”
You moan and breathe out a whine, “If you’d like,”
He pulls away from you just enough to remove the shirt from his body, and then he grabs your hands and places them on his chest.
“I’d like it if you would touch me as well,” His request comes out confident, almost like a demand. Almost everything he says causes more and more heat to flood your body and your lower stomach.
Your shy hands trace over the whole expanse of his chest, rubbing, squeezing, light scratching. Your eyes stay on his face, drinking in every reaction. The way he opens his mouth and lets out a breathy gasp, how his eye closes, and head goes back when you scratch lightly over his pectoral muscles.
With a sudden surge of confidence, you slowly move closer and place a light kiss on his neck. A quiet groan leaves his mouth in response, and you take it as encouragement to continue. A hand moves to your head, lightly holding the back of your neck in place as you suck and bite as he did to you.
You don’t register that he’s been moving you backwards until your knees hit the bed, causing you to gasp and pull away.
Both his hands are back on your face as he slowly lowers you so you’re lying flat, you go to question him when he doesn’t join you, but to your confusion he moves to his knees between your legs.
“What are you-“ The question dies on your tongue when you feel his hands move up your thighs and close to your core.
This is definitely not normal. You’ve never heard of this being part of any bedding. In a panic your hands rush to his face as it gets closer to your core, “What are you doing?”
His eye finds yours and studies your face before smirking, “Just lay back and let me make you feel good, wife.”
Before you can respond you feel his tongue on you, no- in you.
“Oh, gods.”
It’s really unlike anything you’ve ever felt, it’s nearly overwhelming. All you can feel is him. His hands on your inner thighs holding you open for him, his fingers gripping so hard they’re surely leaving bruises, his tongue, gods his tongue.
A finger lightly traces at your entrance, teasingly. The finger makes its way inside you as he sucks on your clit.
“Aemond,” He pulls away at his name leaving your mouth, eye finding you with your head back and hands clutching the bedding at your sides so tightly your knuckles are turning white.
His free hand reaches for one of your own, intertwining your fingers, eye not leaving your face as he adds another inside you, scissoring the two of them lightly while his thumb rubs circles on your clit.
“Do you feel good?” His tone is slightly cocky, but when your eyes look at his face, you see he looks slightly shy.
Before you can respond, his fingers curl inside you and you’re eyes are squeezing shut as a sharp whine leaves your mouth. He hums thoughtfully at your reaction before doing the same thing again, again, again until.
“Oh, please, please, please,” Your nails are digging into his skin, so hard it may be drawing blood, and your thighs begin shaking by his head when his mouth finds your clit again. His fingers don’t falter inside you until your voice pitches up due to the overstimulation.
You finally open your eyes and watch as he sticks the two fingers that had just been inside you into his mouth before looking at you with a smirk as he leans his head back down to lick from the bottom of your cunt back up to your clit.
Wheezing, your thighs move to close themselves as both your hands reach for his head to push him away from you.
Aemond lets out a laugh as he pulls away from your cunt and crawls up your body. Big arms cage you in as he looks at you with something akin to adoration.
“You taste so good,” He says it in such an attractive manner, you’ve never though any words like that would sound so good coming from someone’s mouth. “Would you like to try it?”
You flush at his words, embarrassment filling you before you nod shyly. His smirk deepens as he presses his mouth to yours.
You moan at the feeling of his mouth back on your own, gasping when his hands places itself on your breasts and tweaks with your nipples, and Aemond takes the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth when you do.
The taste is slightly sweet, slightly bitter. Tangy, would be a better word, maybe like a Dornish wine or an orange. His cock is straining in his pants as he presses himself up against your cunt, the size takes you by surprise. It feels large, much bigger than his fingers and much too big to fit inside you, but between the feeling of his hands on your breasts, the heat coming off of his bare chest where your hands dig into his shoulders, and the taste of yourself on his mouth as his tongue maps out the inside of your mouth.
A surge of boldness fills you and you remove a hand from one of his shoulders and reach between the two of you, grabbing lightly and unsurely at his cock. The action causes him to pull away from you as a surprised moan leaves his mouth.
There’s a fire in his eye as he looks at you, watching you as you look up with him with uncertain yet shining eyes at everything you’re feeling for the very first time. At his hands no less.
A smirk crawls it’s way back on it’s face, “Do you want to make me feel good, little wife?”
“Yes,” Your answer causes him to let out a pleased hum, but to your confusion he pulls your hand away from his cock.
“Next time I’ll teach you how to please me the way I did you. I don’t want to overwhelm you this time,” His eye holds tenderness as he says the sweet words that light your body on fire.
“This is not how I expected tonight to go,” Your shy words cause a sympathetic smile to show on his features.
“Many husbands don’t care for their wife’s pleasure,” His hands are untying the laces on his pants as he moves up from the bed to strip himself of them. Pride fills him when your eyes widen at the site of his cock.
It’s long and thick, it sits hard and proud up against his stomach, almost hitting his naval. It’s as pale as the rest of him, slightly red at the tip. A bead of precum drips from the tip and down his shaft, your eyes follow it to his balls. There also big, no surprise. The hair so pale that if there is any, you can’t see it. They look heavy, almost uncomfortable.
“Does it hurt?” The question spills out of your mouth, and Aemond wants to laugh until he sees how serious you are.
“No, it’s just uncomfortable,” You’re wide eyes find his face again, another question that almost makes him laugh.
“Will it fit inside me?” You really don’t think it will, or if it does, it’ll be in your stomach. The though makes you nervous.
“We’ll go slow, if you’d like,” He crawls back on top of you, hands finding your thighs so he can fit his body in between them.
His cock is hot against the skin of your thigh, the tip lightly brushes your folds causing you to shiver. His hand grabs at the base of his cock, guiding the tip from your clit to your hole, then back up. Little gasps leave you every time it bumps against your clit or catches on your tight hole.
Aemond holds a lot of restraint, but he can only hold so much, “I’m going to put it in now,”
He looks to you for you to consent, but tenses when your hands shyly reach up at the leather straps of the patch covering his eye.
“Can you take this off?” Your eyes hold no fear, just slight uncertainty.
His face doesn’t change at all, “I’d rather not scare you-“
“I am bare before you, as your wife. You could be bare for me as my husband, as well.” You’re voice doesn’t shake at all, for the first time all evening, he notes.
With a sigh, he takes his hand from your thigh and closes his eye as he takes the patch off. He doesn’t want to see your inevitable reaction of fear or disgust before you turn over and have him take you from behind.
Aemond flinches when he feels your hand tracing his scar, from his forehead, over the sapphire in place of where his eye should be, down to where it ends.
He hears you take in a shaky breath before your mouth is diving up towards his, and for the first time all evening you’ve taken control of something. He enjoys it, the way your tongue forces its way into his mouth.
He kisses you back with the same amount of energy, sucking on your tongue and nipping at your lips until you pull away. His eye studies you, the lust filled look in your eyes and flush covering you with swollen, wet lips.
“You may take me now, Aemond,” The words are but a whisper, but he hears you clearly.
His cock is, now, painfully hard as he nods and tightens his grip so he can carefully guide himself inside you.
He hisses though his teeth at the feeling of your cunt, slick and warm and tight, enveloping his cock. You’re the tightest thing he’s ever felt.
An animalistic feeling nearly overcomes him. He feels a primal need to shove his cock all the way inside you, rip through your maidenhead and fuck you full of him. He want to see your blood on his cock as he thrust inside you, fill you full of him, fuck you so hard there’s no questioning if his seed took tonight.
The feeling is slightly different for you. The stretch is uncomfortable, and it stings slightly, it causes you to feel so full you may burst or overfill. He goes slow, like he promised, but you can feel his body shaking above you as he restrains himself from taking you like an animal.
When he reaches the barrier of your maidenhead, he halts, “I have to push a little harder, here,”
A flash of fear flashes through your eyes for a brief moment before you nod for him to continue.
With a shaky exhale, he pulls back slightly and then pushes forward sharply, a little too sharply. Because the next thing he knows you’ve got tears streaming down your face and his pelvis is flush with yours. It’s hot and so, so tight. It, you, feel so fucking good.
His mouth is hanging open slightly as he breathes heavily, trying to gain control over himself. When he looks down at you, he feels guilt coarse through him.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” You take not that while his voice doesn’t sound sorry, his eye shows that he is. Hands reach for your cheeks so he can wipe the tears that have been falling from your eyes away.
You remove an arm from around his shoulder and move your hand to grip at a wrist that is by your face, “It’s okay-“
His voice is strained, “Oh, fuck, it’s not. I told you we would go slow,”
His eye holds guilt, but you can’t help but notice how beautiful he looks above you. No eye patch covering his features, his hair, though still pulled back, slightly messy, sharp facial features gleaming in the moonlight and the light from the fire.
He thinks you look unreal. Hair, still slightly curled, sits around you beautifully, eyes are gleaming with stars in the despite the tears from the pain still lingering, lips bruised and swollen from his own mouth.
“You can move now,” He looks unsure at your words and goes to speak his protests, but you interrupt. “Take me, husband.”
He obliges to your demand, pulling his hips back before pushing them forward. He goes slow at first, in and out at a steady rhythm, relishing in the moans and gasps and whines that leave your mouth, the chants of his name Aemond, Aemond, Aemond.
He dips his head to kiss your cheeks, down your jaw and latches onto your neck, sucking bruises into your skin as he starts thrusting deeper, harder. His pelvis grinds against your clit, and between that sensation, the pace of his thrusts when his cock hits the same spot his fingers found earlier and up to your cervix, his mouth on your neck, it doesn’t take long for your cunt to start clenching on his cock harder.
A deep groan leaves him at the way your cunt grips his cock, sucking him in and trying to keep him there forever. He would gladly stay inside you forever.
He pulls away from your neck to look at you, wanting to look at your face as you cum around his cock, as you feel his cum inside you.
Your eyes are rolled back so far he can only see the whites of them, bruises litter your collarbones and neck, marks of him all over you. Your nipples are hard and brush against his chest as your back arches while you lose yourself in the pleasure.
His balls tighten up more the longer he looks at you, and he moves his thumb to your clit, pushing you over the edge after one, two, three circles over it.
“Aemond!” Your voice sounds heavenly when you moan his name. His hips don’t falter their pace nor does his thumb stop rubbing until your cunt has loosened its vice grip on his cock. He fucks you through your orgasm and through the aftershocks before he grabs one of your legs.
You’re still shaking from your orgasm when you feel him lift your leg up and over his arm and onto his shoulder before he’s leaning over you. Your eyes shoot open at the newer, deeper angle.
“I don’t think-“
Before the sentence can leave your mouth, his hips pick up a pace very unlike the one you had just grown accustomed to. Your eyes cross as your hands shot up to his shoulders, trying to push him away and stop the overstimulation.
His head is thrown back in deep pleasure, groans and low moans of your name leaving his mouth as he listens to the wet slap, slap, slap of his body meeting yours. His pace picks up and becomes less rhythmic as his orgasm hits him.
You cry out his name with tears running down your face as your cunt clenches down for a third time, squeezing him so tightly that all he can do is push all the way in and let his cum flood you. His hips lightly move back and forth, fucking himself and you through your orgasms as you feel his cum fill you so much it starts slipping out around his cock and down your ass.
He stays inside you as your shake in the aftermath, feeling sweaty and sticky as he presses his cheek against your own, breathing you in and just feeling you for a while before he finally pull back just enough to look at you. Bodies still pressed together, cunt still plugged with his cock to hold his cum in, to make sure it takes. To make sure his son is filling you.
His eye is holding yours in a stare, and a soft smile takes over his face as you smile up at him tiredly. He feels something warm ignite in his chest as you look at him, the glow of the orgasm, the smile on your face, a sparkle in your eyes that looks like stars.
Aemond presses his mouth to yours before you can say anything. He wonders to himself if he can light your world up the way you’re already doing his.
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starry eyes sparking up my darkest night
pairing: aemond targaryen x female!tyrell!reader
summary: aemond has only wanted two things in his life. a dragon and to marry the pretty tyrell girl, now he has both.
warnings: smut, literally almost all smut very little plot, virginity loss, oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), creampie, breeding kink, light innocence kink, light size kink, use of pet names, blood is mentioned two (2) times, aemond has a huge cock i don’t make the rules, and breeder balls, eye patch gets taken OFF when aemond fucks his lady wife, implied jealousy, implied voyeurism (? just incase?), out of character aemond (?), i think thats all?
notes: REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG. i am a whore for a villain. aemond is so hot i love him. this is a side blog, i just didnt want to post on my main blog, im fairly rusty at writing smut, so any and all feedback will be greatly appreciated!! please interact if you see this because i think tumblr hates me:((!! title credits: call it what you want by taylor swift
word count: 5.3k
The wedding had been lovely, truly, but you think everyone could tell your heart wasn’t really in it. Few smiles reached your eyes, and you couldn’t lie that a part of you had felt slightly devasted you were being married in the Dragon Pit in the sight of the Seven, and not the Godswood in Winterfell that you’d come to love during your time in Cregan Stark’s presence many years ago.
You’d thought it was a grand wedding, perhaps too grand for the marriage of a second son, but Aemond is a Prince, so what did you know, besides that and the feeling that the Hand and Queen were trying to sway your father’s loyalty to them when King Viserys joins his late wife, perhaps even go as far as to hope for the favor of your lady mother’s family.
An extravagant weeklong event. Tourneys and hunts and beautiful dinners with lots of dancing. Many lords and ladies had come, many of your friends from childhood present and even your eldest brother. It made the evening feel less lonely for you to be in the presence of people you know so well.
You had been surprised, however, to see the Princess Rhaenyra present with her husband (uncle?) and their children. You heard often of the animosity between the two families, and you were sure she wouldn’t have come. You’d been even more surprised when she had approached you at, a smile on her pretty face.
“Lady Tyrell, you make a most beautiful bride,” She smiles fondly at you.
Aemond tensed next to you, so did the Queen when her next words left her mouth before you could even let out a proper thank you for her compliment, “Though, I must say I am disappointed that your father had not chosen my own son to be your husband. We were heavily in discussion regarding it.”
Your eyebrows furrow as your head turned over in the direction of your father who was seated to your left, “I must say, Princess, I did not know I had many suitors.”
“Why would she want to marry your Strong son, dear sister, when she had better offers?” Aemond spit the words out hatefully at the same time you try to answer her, glaring over her shoulder at the son in question. Jacaerys.
You’d met him on a few occasions, and he was a kind boy. A little closer to your age than your now husband. You didn’t think you knew him well enough to warrant any sort of affections from him, but you suppose that doesn’t matter, since you’d only met Aemond once as children before your father received the letter of the marriage offer from the Hand of the King.
“Aemond,” Alicent had hissed through gritted teeth, “this is a joyous occasion, one you had wanted so desperately. So, please, do not.”
Your now husband huffed out a bitter laugh before grabbing his cup and drowning the rest of his drink. You furrow your eyebrows at her words and look to Aemond slightly confused. He wanted to desperately marry you?
Rhaenyra ignored his comment and stayed looking at you, eyebrows having a slight furrow at your words, “You are a beautiful young woman and you come from one of the great houses, I can promise you that your father was drowning in marriage offers. But I do hope you will be happy here, with my dear brother.”
She walks away before you could say anything, tensing to stop a flinch when Aemond slammed his cup down harshly.
“That fucking cunt. How dare she come over here and say all those things. As if we did not just get married. As if your husband is not sitting right fucking next to you.” He was seething, and it honestly shocked you. You have barely even spoken to him; you really didn’t think he even liked you much.
“Aemond, you will watch your mouth in front of your wife,” Alicent spoke out, slightly baffled that he would say such things in front of you, in front of your family.
Your father is tense next to you, and you place your hand on his own and squeeze. This can’t be that bad. You can endure it.
As you look at Aemond, you can’t help but wonder if he will even be so bad. As if he can hear your thoughts, his hand moves to rest tenderly on your own.
The rest of the evening blurs together until Aegon stumbled his way over to where you were seated, “I believe we should be approaching the bedding ceremony soon, dear brother?”
And though his words had been directed at your husband, you felt his lust and drunk eyes on you. The mention of the bedding ceremony had you tense, and Aegon’s eyes don’t do anything to soothe your nerves.
“There will be no bedding ceremony.” Aemond spoke without a waver in his voice. What?
Aegon’s head snapped towards his brother, “And why the fuck not? It’s tradition.”
Aemond hummed, unamused, “I will not make a spectacle of my lady wife.” His words make your heart soften slightly
“She will not be your lady wife for long if there is no proof.” Aegon tried not to sound as desperate as he felt.
“There will be blood on my sheets come morning and a babe in her belly,” Aemond spoke as he stood up, towering over his older brother before he moved his face close enough to where no one, except you- much to your embarrassment, “though I do suppose if you are that concerned, you may stand outside my quarters and listen for the confirmation that my marriage has been consummated.”
Aemond takes your hand and pulls you from the room after that, moving quickly as if attempting not to be noticed.
“Why are we not doing the bedding ceremony? Is it not tradition? Will we not get in trouble?” Your voice is slightly panicked at the idea of getting in trouble for not doing what you are supposed to do, causing him to stop outside the door of his chambers and look at you.
“I would not feel like a very good husband if there were a bunch of old men with greedy eyes seeing your bare body before I got to see it,” He looks serious, and he sounds it as well. Though his voice lowers slightly into a possessive tone when the next words come out, “I also would not like anyone to see it after I do.”
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Large hands take the many pins out of your hair before gently starting to unknot and remove the many intricate braids the servant girls spent hours doing not long ago. It feels like a waste, makes you feel as if you are a spectacle for viewing and gawking at only.
Which you suppose you are- if you were being honest with yourself. You’d been lucky to inherit not only your mother’s beauty, but as well as the charm that all the women from your lord fathers house seem to have.
You wonder why he insisted that the handmaiden leave, from what your mother told you it was typical of them to prepare you for the upcoming moments.
Your hair is abandoned for the strings at the back of your dress once Aemond has removed all the braids. The air is cold on your back and your hands are shaking when his own move to touch your bare skin in a way that no one else has. One hand is on the nape rubbing in an almost affectionate way as the other moves to pull the extravagant gown from your body.
You didn’t think you could get anymore tense than you already were, until your wedding dress dropped from your body unceremoniously onto the cold ground.
Goosebumps cover your body as you’re fully exposed to the cold air, despite the fire going in the fireplace. His hands move to map your body, starting at your shoulders and slowly moving down to your hips.
His lips on your neck causes you to gasp in surprise, your belly warming at the feeling of not only his lips on you but his hands on your hips, squeezing softly at the skin and biting back a grown when the reach your ass.
His mouth moves from your neck to your shoulders, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on your skin as he makes his way down your back. You close your eyes at the unfamiliar feeling stirring inside you, a surprised gasp escaping you when a dull bite lands on your hip.
You feel his smile against your skin as he does the same to your other hip before he stands up to make his way around your body.
He stands in front of you, fully clothed still despite having taken off all of your clothing, leaving you bare for him to feast upon with his eye.
Aemond’s hands are calloused and rough, you assume from years of sword training and dragon riding, as they caress your face. His bright eye locked on yours, watching for any reactions. Thumbs trace under your eyes, over your nose, and your lips.
“Have you ever been touched this way?” His voice is quiet as his hands move down your neck towards your collarbones.
“No, my Prince,” Your voice pitches up at the end when his mouth finds your neck again, his teeth piercing your skin again.
“Not even your own hands?” His tone is serious but the smirk you feel against your skin lets you know he’s teasing.
You feel your face heat up at his implication. “No. Never.”
Aemond lets out a pleased hum at your words, soft voice stirring something primal in him.
His mouth is on yours before you can think of something else to say. His lips are a little dry, something you didn’t notice when he kissed you earlier at the wedding. One hand grips your hip as the other tangles into your hair, tugging lightly causing you to gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
It’s an unfamiliar feeling, all of it is, though. You’re overwhelmed and throbbing at your core.
Can he hear your heartbeat as well as you can? It’s pounding in your ears along with a rush of heat that takes over your whole body.
His tongue coaxes yours to move against it, and you wonder if this is how it’s supposed to feel. If you’re supposed to feel this good. Are you even allowed to feel this good? Your handmaiden had told you on many occasions that men only cared for their own pleasure, and you would be feeling a lot of pain. This didn’t feel like anything she described.
Aemond pulls his mouth from yours and looks at you with a hooded eye, pupil so blown you can’t see the blue of it. There’s a light flush on his cheeks as he looks at your swollen lips.
“You are quite beautiful, my lady.” It’s said so quietly, you wonder if it was supposed to be a secret. You’d like to know all his secrets, you think.
When you don’t respond, his mouth attaches itself to your neck. A sharp pain if him biting is followed by a light sucking as if to soothe it.
You aren’t sure where to put your hands, they’ve stayed at your side due to your shyness and uncertainty.
“Have you been with many women?” The question leaves your mouth before your mind even processes that you’ve asked it.
His mouth stops moving against your skin as your blood runs cold, shaking, and wide eyed when he pulls away to look at you.
Sharpe eye studies your features, like a lion about to eat a lamb. Or, perhaps, a dragon ready to burn a rose.
He steps back, taking your hand as he sighs and looks away from you in, shame?
“When I was thirteen, Aegon took me to a brothel. Told me it was time to get it wet,”
You grimace at his word choice, but when you see how he’s looking at you, you squeeze his hand.
“To put it lightly, my dear lady, it was not a very nice experience. I have been with very few women since,”
Shame fills you at his words, and before he can continue you speak quickly, “I am so sorry, I did not mean to push you into speaking about an event you-“
His hands are back on your face, holding your cheeks, “You are my wife.” It’s a statement, and his words come out slightly harsh, “You are entitled to every piece of me. I will tell you everything you wish to know about me,”
His kiss is full of fire this time, claiming your lips with such an intensity. His body is pressed full against yours; you can feel his toned chest through his shirt. The fabric is soft against your chest, and as if they have a mind of their own, your hands start grasping at them hem of it desperately.
“Aemond,” It’s the first time you’ve spoken his name that way, he likes the way it sounds. Desperate, needy. Maybe he just likes that it comes from you.
Aemond was nine the first time he saw you, still had both eyes back then. You’d been visiting the Keep with your father. The King wanted updates about something, Aemond didn’t know or care what it was. All he knew was that you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.
You had such grace and were so kind. Helaena didn’t have many friends at court due to her fascination with insects. But you held all the creepy crawlers she held out to you, spent the day reading to her so she didn’t have to pull herself away from the bugs.
You were younger than him, but he didn’t care. He liked the way your voice sounded as you read to Helaena, how you laughed when she would whisper out name ideas for her bugs and then look to you to see if the name suited the bug, how you smiled at him when you would catch him sitting just far enough to not be seen but to hear.
You left with your father, and then a year later he heard a servant that you’d been taken to Winterfell to see how you’d pair with Cregan Stark.
After he lost his eye, he told his mother it was a fair trade, and that he’d gotten Vhagar in return, so it didn’t matter. But after he heard Rhaenyra speak of you to Daemon, of her hopes to marry you to Jace, he back tracked.
When they returned to King’s Landing from Driftmark, he told his mother he felt like he deserved to choose his future bride- and that he would want you in return for his lost eye. Truly the rest was history; she brought the request to Viserys stating that it was the least he could be given after what was taken from him.
Viserys allowed it but stated that it would have to be on your father’s terms on when and how if he agreed. It was no surprise that he did agree, though. Lord Tyrell is a proud man and agreed after a few years of discussion and persuasion.
“My lady,” Your thighs involuntarily press together at the way he says it, like he owns you; and he does.
He smirks at the way your body reacts to him just speaking, “May I touch you?”
You moan and breathe out a whine, “If you’d like,”
He pulls away from you just enough to remove the shirt from his body, and then he grabs your hands and places them on his chest.
“I’d like it if you would touch me as well,” His request comes out confident, almost like a demand. Almost everything he says causes more and more heat to flood your body and your lower stomach.
Your shy hands trace over the whole expanse of his chest, rubbing, squeezing, light scratching. Your eyes stay on his face, drinking in every reaction. The way he opens his mouth and lets out a breathy gasp, how his eye closes, and head goes back when you scratch lightly over his pectoral muscles.
With a sudden surge of confidence, you slowly move closer and place a light kiss on his neck. A quiet groan leaves his mouth in response, and you take it as encouragement to continue. A hand moves to your head, lightly holding the back of your neck in place as you suck and bite as he did to you.
You don’t register that he’s been moving you backwards until your knees hit the bed, causing you to gasp and pull away.
Both his hands are back on your face as he slowly lowers you so you’re lying flat, you go to question him when he doesn’t join you, but to your confusion he moves to his knees between your legs.
“What are you-“ The question dies on your tongue when you feel his hands move up your thighs and close to your core.
This is definitely not normal. You’ve never heard of this being part of any bedding. In a panic your hands rush to his face as it gets closer to your core, “What are you doing?”
His eye finds yours and studies your face before smirking, “Just lay back and let me make you feel good, wife.”
Before you can respond you feel his tongue on you, no- in you.
“Oh, gods.”
It’s really unlike anything you’ve ever felt, it’s nearly overwhelming. All you can feel is him. His hands on your inner thighs holding you open for him, his fingers gripping so hard they’re surely leaving bruises, his tongue, gods his tongue.
A finger lightly traces at your entrance, teasingly. The finger makes its way inside you as he sucks on your clit.
“Aemond,” He pulls away at his name leaving your mouth, eye finding you with your head back and hands clutching the bedding at your sides so tightly your knuckles are turning white.
His free hand reaches for one of your own, intertwining your fingers, eye not leaving your face as he adds another inside you, scissoring the two of them lightly while his thumb rubs circles on your clit.
“Do you feel good?” His tone is slightly cocky, but when your eyes look at his face, you see he looks slightly shy.
Before you can respond, his fingers curl inside you and you’re eyes are squeezing shut as a sharp whine leaves your mouth. He hums thoughtfully at your reaction before doing the same thing again, again, again until.
“Oh, please, please, please,” Your nails are digging into his skin, so hard it may be drawing blood, and your thighs begin shaking by his head when his mouth finds your clit again. His fingers don’t falter inside you until your voice pitches up due to the overstimulation.
You finally open your eyes and watch as he sticks the two fingers that had just been inside you into his mouth before looking at you with a smirk as he leans his head back down to lick from the bottom of your cunt back up to your clit.
Wheezing, your thighs move to close themselves as both your hands reach for his head to push him away from you.
Aemond lets out a laugh as he pulls away from your cunt and crawls up your body. Big arms cage you in as he looks at you with something akin to adoration.
“You taste so good,” He says it in such an attractive manner, you’ve never though any words like that would sound so good coming from someone’s mouth. “Would you like to try it?”
You flush at his words, embarrassment filling you before you nod shyly. His smirk deepens as he presses his mouth to yours.
You moan at the feeling of his mouth back on your own, gasping when his hands places itself on your breasts and tweaks with your nipples, and Aemond takes the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth when you do.
The taste is slightly sweet, slightly bitter. Tangy, would be a better word, maybe like a Dornish wine or an orange. His cock is straining in his pants as he presses himself up against your cunt, the size takes you by surprise. It feels large, much bigger than his fingers and much too big to fit inside you, but between the feeling of his hands on your breasts, the heat coming off of his bare chest where your hands dig into his shoulders, and the taste of yourself on his mouth as his tongue maps out the inside of your mouth.
A surge of boldness fills you and you remove a hand from one of his shoulders and reach between the two of you, grabbing lightly and unsurely at his cock. The action causes him to pull away from you as a surprised moan leaves his mouth.
There’s a fire in his eye as he looks at you, watching you as you look up with him with uncertain yet shining eyes at everything you’re feeling for the very first time. At his hands no less.
A smirk crawls it’s way back on it’s face, “Do you want to make me feel good, little wife?”
“Yes,” Your answer causes him to let out a pleased hum, but to your confusion he pulls your hand away from his cock.
“Next time I’ll teach you how to please me the way I did you. I don’t want to overwhelm you this time,” His eye holds tenderness as he says the sweet words that light your body on fire.
“This is not how I expected tonight to go,” Your shy words cause a sympathetic smile to show on his features.
“Many husbands don’t care for their wife’s pleasure,” His hands are untying the laces on his pants as he moves up from the bed to strip himself of them. Pride fills him when your eyes widen at the site of his cock.
It’s long and thick, it sits hard and proud up against his stomach, almost hitting his naval. It’s as pale as the rest of him, slightly red at the tip. A bead of precum drips from the tip and down his shaft, your eyes follow it to his balls. There also big, no surprise. The hair so pale that if there is any, you can’t see it. They look heavy, almost uncomfortable.
“Does it hurt?” The question spills out of your mouth, and Aemond wants to laugh until he sees how serious you are.
“No, it’s just uncomfortable,” You’re wide eyes find his face again, another question that almost makes him laugh.
“Will it fit inside me?” You really don’t think it will, or if it does, it’ll be in your stomach. The though makes you nervous.
“We’ll go slow, if you’d like,” He crawls back on top of you, hands finding your thighs so he can fit his body in between them.
His cock is hot against the skin of your thigh, the tip lightly brushes your folds causing you to shiver. His hand grabs at the base of his cock, guiding the tip from your clit to your hole, then back up. Little gasps leave you every time it bumps against your clit or catches on your tight hole.
Aemond holds a lot of restraint, but he can only hold so much, “I’m going to put it in now,”
He looks to you for you to consent, but tenses when your hands shyly reach up at the leather straps of the patch covering his eye.
“Can you take this off?” Your eyes hold no fear, just slight uncertainty.
His face doesn’t change at all, “I’d rather not scare you-“
“I am bare before you, as your wife. You could be bare for me as my husband, as well.” You’re voice doesn’t shake at all, for the first time all evening, he notes.
With a sigh, he takes his hand from your thigh and closes his eye as he takes the patch off. He doesn’t want to see your inevitable reaction of fear or disgust before you turn over and have him take you from behind.
Aemond flinches when he feels your hand tracing his scar, from his forehead, over the sapphire in place of where his eye should be, down to where it ends.
He hears you take in a shaky breath before your mouth is diving up towards his, and for the first time all evening you’ve taken control of something. He enjoys it, the way your tongue forces its way into his mouth.
He kisses you back with the same amount of energy, sucking on your tongue and nipping at your lips until you pull away. His eye studies you, the lust filled look in your eyes and flush covering you with swollen, wet lips.
“You may take me now, Aemond,” The words are but a whisper, but he hears you clearly.
His cock is, now, painfully hard as he nods and tightens his grip so he can carefully guide himself inside you.
He hisses though his teeth at the feeling of your cunt, slick and warm and tight, enveloping his cock. You’re the tightest thing he’s ever felt.
An animalistic feeling nearly overcomes him. He feels a primal need to shove his cock all the way inside you, rip through your maidenhead and fuck you full of him. He want to see your blood on his cock as he thrust inside you, fill you full of him, fuck you so hard there’s no questioning if his seed took tonight.
The feeling is slightly different for you. The stretch is uncomfortable, and it stings slightly, it causes you to feel so full you may burst or overfill. He goes slow, like he promised, but you can feel his body shaking above you as he restrains himself from taking you like an animal.
When he reaches the barrier of your maidenhead, he halts, “I have to push a little harder, here,”
A flash of fear flashes through your eyes for a brief moment before you nod for him to continue.
With a shaky exhale, he pulls back slightly and then pushes forward sharply, a little too sharply. Because the next thing he knows you’ve got tears streaming down your face and his pelvis is flush with yours. It’s hot and so, so tight. It, you, feel so fucking good.
His mouth is hanging open slightly as he breathes heavily, trying to gain control over himself. When he looks down at you, he feels guilt coarse through him.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” You take not that while his voice doesn’t sound sorry, his eye shows that he is. Hands reach for your cheeks so he can wipe the tears that have been falling from your eyes away.
You remove an arm from around his shoulder and move your hand to grip at a wrist that is by your face, “It’s okay-“
His voice is strained, “Oh, fuck, it’s not. I told you we would go slow,”
His eye holds guilt, but you can’t help but notice how beautiful he looks above you. No eye patch covering his features, his hair, though still pulled back, slightly messy, sharp facial features gleaming in the moonlight and the light from the fire.
He thinks you look unreal. Hair, still slightly curled, sits around you beautifully, eyes are gleaming with stars in the despite the tears from the pain still lingering, lips bruised and swollen from his own mouth.
“You can move now,” He looks unsure at your words and goes to speak his protests, but you interrupt. “Take me, husband.”
He obliges to your demand, pulling his hips back before pushing them forward. He goes slow at first, in and out at a steady rhythm, relishing in the moans and gasps and whines that leave your mouth, the chants of his name Aemond, Aemond, Aemond.
He dips his head to kiss your cheeks, down your jaw and latches onto your neck, sucking bruises into your skin as he starts thrusting deeper, harder. His pelvis grinds against your clit, and between that sensation, the pace of his thrusts when his cock hits the same spot his fingers found earlier and up to your cervix, his mouth on your neck, it doesn’t take long for your cunt to start clenching on his cock harder.
A deep groan leaves him at the way your cunt grips his cock, sucking him in and trying to keep him there forever. He would gladly stay inside you forever.
He pulls away from your neck to look at you, wanting to look at your face as you cum around his cock, as you feel his cum inside you.
Your eyes are rolled back so far he can only see the whites of them, bruises litter your collarbones and neck, marks of him all over you. Your nipples are hard and brush against his chest as your back arches while you lose yourself in the pleasure.
His balls tighten up more the longer he looks at you, and he moves his thumb to your clit, pushing you over the edge after one, two, three circles over it.
“Aemond!” Your voice sounds heavenly when you moan his name. His hips don’t falter their pace nor does his thumb stop rubbing until your cunt has loosened its vice grip on his cock. He fucks you through your orgasm and through the aftershocks before he grabs one of your legs.
You’re still shaking from your orgasm when you feel him lift your leg up and over his arm and onto his shoulder before he’s leaning over you. Your eyes shoot open at the newer, deeper angle.
“I don’t think-“
Before the sentence can leave your mouth, his hips pick up a pace very unlike the one you had just grown accustomed to. Your eyes cross as your hands shot up to his shoulders, trying to push him away and stop the overstimulation.
His head is thrown back in deep pleasure, groans and low moans of your name leaving his mouth as he listens to the wet slap, slap, slap of his body meeting yours. His pace picks up and becomes less rhythmic as his orgasm hits him.
You cry out his name with tears running down your face as your cunt clenches down for a third time, squeezing him so tightly that all he can do is push all the way in and let his cum flood you. His hips lightly move back and forth, fucking himself and you through your orgasms as you feel his cum fill you so much it starts slipping out around his cock and down your ass.
He stays inside you as your shake in the aftermath, feeling sweaty and sticky as he presses his cheek against your own, breathing you in and just feeling you for a while before he finally pull back just enough to look at you. Bodies still pressed together, cunt still plugged with his cock to hold his cum in, to make sure it takes. To make sure his son is filling you.
His eye is holding yours in a stare, and a soft smile takes over his face as you smile up at him tiredly. He feels something warm ignite in his chest as you look at him, the glow of the orgasm, the smile on your face, a sparkle in your eyes that looks like stars.
Aemond presses his mouth to yours before you can say anything. He wonders to himself if he can light your world up the way you’re already doing his.
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Bridgerton shade of blue
Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader
Benedict bumps into you, quite literally, at a ball while trying to escape his mother's attempts to find him a partner. You decide to humour him with a dance, not realising just how entwined you would become with him. It seems the universe will find every excuse to push you and Benedict together, no matter how much you fight it.
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Season one
Chapter Three - Becoming acquainted
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When the letter arrived at your house, your mother squealed with delight. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her, it would seem.
Though you did make a point to remind her, this is not what she thought it was.
Still, you were dragged off to be cleaned throughly and dressed in your best gown for the occasion. Your mother saw to every detail. It was tiresome.
You said not a word the entire time.
Once you were dressed, she guided you to the carriage. For the entire ride, she told you what to do. You spent the whole trip looking out the window, wishing to disappear. You had been looking forward to a nice dinner with an intriguing family, but you knew your mother would make this unbearable.
The thought to befriend Benedict and Daphne had crossed your mind after they left last night. That's what you would look for in them. Friendship.
When you arrive at their home you are left in awe of how beautiful the house was from outside. You follow your mother up to the front door and wait to be let in. You step inside and find yourself further in awe. Their home was lovely. It felt cosy.
Lady Bridgerton comes over to greet you both. "I am glad to see you here. Please, come inside."
You're led into the drawing room where everyone is sitting and chatting. You find yourself startled to see the Duke of Hastings present. He greets you with a nod. You nod back.
Violet introduces you to the rest of the family. Anthony greets you the same way as the Duke. Benedict offers you a small smile, though you're not sure if he's actually pleased to see you or not. Colin kisses the back of your hand, and you smile. Daphne smiles softly at you. Eloise says nothing. She just looks at you, a book in her hands. Francesca gives a soft smile. Gregory and Hyacinth both say hello to you.
Violet urges you to join the others until dinner is ready. You look around the room and find there are no available seats. Benedict realises this, too, and stands up. "Please, sit here."
You thank him quietly and sit down where he had been. The seat was warm. He must have been sat in here a while.
Conversation proceeds within the room. Anthony is talking away the Duke. Eloise has her nose back in her book. Benedict stands behind you, his hand resting on the back of the chair.
"I didn't realise your family knew the Duke of Hastings." You said softly, looking up at Benedict.
"Anthony and he were friends back in Oxford. Do you know him?"
"Not personally. I've heard much of his father, though..."
The subject was a sore one, so neither of you said any more. You glance at the Duke. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else right now.
Benedict brings your attention back to him. "I'm sorry about my mother."
"Don't be." You smile. "I know how it is."
Benedict smiles, too. "Still, I will admit, I am pleased you are here."
"You are?"
"I'm very fond of making new friends. Does that sound good to you? My sister could also perhaps use a friend right now too."
You glance at Daphne and then back at Benedict. "Yes. That does sound rather nice. I hear the Bridgerton's are quite the friends to have."
Benedict smiles. "I think we are."
You both chuckle and smile at one another. From Violet's point of view, she believes you two are getting along quite nicely. The Duke has yet to speak to Daphne at all.
The bell for dinner is rung, and you all rise. You walk with Benedict to the dining room. Your mother joins Lady Bridgerton.
Benedict pulls out a chair for you, and you sit down. Daphne sits beside you and Benedict across from you.
The Duke is seated on the other side of Daphne.
Dinner is lovely. The whole family is sitting together at the table. Conversation flows naturally. There are smiles and giggles.
The conversation turns to Lady Whistledown.
"Haven't you heard what we're talking about? For all we know, Whistledown may be some interloper living in Bloomsbury, of all palces." Colin says.
You chuckle.
"What should be so terrible about Bloomsbury?" Benedict asks. "That people ther actually work for a living?"
"She does seem to be someone with access." Daphne points out.
"Who knows if Whsitledown is even a she?"
"Fair point." Anthony chines in.
"Because she is simply too good to be anyone but a man?" Eloise asks.
Benedict pulls a face at Eloise. You chuckle.
"Well, I think it rather obvious that the writer is Lady Danbury." Francesca says firmly.
"Lady Danbury enjoys sharing her insults with society directly." Daphne adds. "She would never bother herself writing them all down."
"Could it be Lady Featherington?" Hyacinth asks.
"No!" The whole table explodes into laughter.
"You have yet to read what Whistledown writes of the Featheringtons, little sister." Eloise tells her.
The table fills with different conversations now. Everyone is talking to each other about different things. You listen mostly to Benedict and Colin.
"I'm to spar Jackson himself." Colin says.
"You?" Benedict looks at him with disbelief.
"Is that envy I detect in your voice?"
You chuckle at the brothers. You're so focused on them thst you don't notice Daphne looking at the Duke beside her.
"Judgement, brother. I shall need to witness this." Benedict says.
Colin rolls his eyes, and you laugh again. Benedict looks up and smiles at you. "You'll come, yes? We shall watch as my brother fails in this endeavour."
Colin looks at you. "Please do not feed into my brother's terrible influence."
Benedict pretends to be hurt as he puts his hand on his chest. "You wound me."
You giggle. Benedict and Colin both chuckle with you, smiling at their own banter.
Things are getting tense beside you between Daphne and the Duke. You look at your plate, trying to ignore the atmosphere building.
"You are a rake... through and through." You hear Daphne say. "Tell me I'm wrong."
"Who is to refrain from thinking about whom again?" The Duke asks.
"I assure you. I am anything but interested in you." Daphne states.
"Good."
"Quite."
"And I am anything but interested in you, the eldest sister of my oldest friend, yet another subject of a certain writer. Chaste, neat, desperate."
You glance up at Benedict and Colin. Colin glances at Anthony, Benedict looks up at you as if checking to see if you're okay.
"I shall have you know-"
"To marry, that is." The Duke cuts her off. "Tell me I am wrong."
Elosie laughs, but the look her mother gives her soon had her quiet again.
"Hastings, I'm so glad you decided to join us this evening." Anthony says, breaking the tension. "It was most spontaneous of you."
You feel yourself relax again.
"Not at all." Simon responds. "With Lady Danbury accepting your dear mother's gracious invitation on my behalf... Well, however could I have declined."
Anthony looks at his mother, not looking too pleased with this news.
"You must stay for dessert. You too," she addresses you.
You smile. "Thank you."
"It's gooseberry pie, Your Grace." Violet smiles at the Duke.
"Ah! Lovely!" He sounds pleased.
Violet chuckles.
After dinner, you find yourself back in the drawing room. You're standing by the window with Benedict. He had been telling you a little bit about the house.
"It seems your mother has become quite acquainted with my own," he says, guiding you to the sofas.
"Yes. They spent a good portion of dinner chatting."
"I do believe mother only intended to invite you tonight," he chuckles.
"Yes. Well, mother is quite... eager to see me married. She thinks I stand a chance with one of you." You chuckle. "Fear not, I am not after your hand."
Benedict chuckles. "I do think we may become rather good freinds."
"You do?"
He nods with a smile.
"Then I am delighted to earn your companionship."
You both chuckle.
"You're welcome anytime." He tells you.
"I feel rather honoured."
"You should," he grins.
The hour starts to grow late. Violet passes by the doors of the drawing room. For a moment, she thought you and Benedict were alone in there, but as she comes closer, she spots Eloise reading in one corner, and Francesca working on her embroidery.
Violet enters the room. "I hope dinner was alright."
You look up and smile. "It was lovely. Thank you for inviting me."
Violet comes a little closer. "Well, any friend of my sons and daughters are welcome in my home." She glances at Benedict, who smiles at her.
Lady Bridgerton understands that her son has no intention of courting you. Nor do you seem to have any interest in him that way. However, a mother can hold onto hope.
"Benedict, why don't you escort her home?"
You rise from the sofa with him and bid goodnight to his sisters, who both say goodbye in return. Violet sees you both to the door. Benedict takes your arm as you exit out onto the street.
It only dawned on you that your mother was nowhere to be seen. Benedict realises you're looking for as you exit his home.
"It would seem she left a little earlier. Apparently, you were enjoying yourself so much with us. She decided to let you stay a while longer."
You smile. "Is that so?"
"I'm guessing. I have no idea." He grins.
Benedict takes you home, making sure you get inside safely. Before you leave his side and head in for the night, he asks you a question.
"Will you be attending the ball tomorrow?" He asks.
"I believe so, yes."
He smiles. "Save me a dance?"
You chuckle. "Of course. We have to help each other, no?"
Benedict smiles and watches you go inside. Even when the door shuts behind you he remains standing there for a moment.
Yes, you could help each other. You could help keep his mother at bay for a while, and perhaps he can help bring some attention your way.
Sounds like a plan.
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♡ DEAR TOO MUCH — JASON TODD
slytherin!jason x hufflepuff!reader | wc : 1.1k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, mild angst, strangers to friends, hogwarts / harry potter au
“hey, there! you must be jason!”
the brunet turned at the cheerful voice, brows furrowed amusingly as he saw you in front of him, enthusiastic as ever.
“yep.” he curtly nodded, scooting to the side to make space on your lab table. “you are y/n, i’m assuming?”
“the one and only!”
“good to know.”
as an overenthusiastic hufflepuff, you were always told to take it down a notch as your attitude could be overbearing to people — especially slytherins.
and seeing jason’s slight smile and brief replies, you figured you were going a little overboard with your energy.
“uh, if you ever feel like i’m too much, please don’t hesitate to tell me,” you quietly stated, a small smile on your face. “i’m trying to work on it.”
jason todd didn’t know why, but hearing you say that made him frown, realizing you must’ve been told on multiple occasions to calm down.
on any other day, the brunet would’ve made some sort of snarky remark, but seeing the way you nervously smiled at him, all he could do was shrug off your comment.
“i’m not much and you are too much; i think we balance out each other well.”
as the days passed by, you and jason only got closer — or at least, that’s what you thought. you were constantly rambling, and he kept listening to whatever you had to say, never complaining.
“there were these pretty rings at this stall on knockturn alley. they were so beautiful with these butterflies and little flower engravings!” you gushed, pouting as you looked at your empty fingers. “i couldn’t buy them, though. rachel was in a hurry, and we didn’t have time to go shopping.”
jason only hummed in response, like he always did, signaling that he was listening to you. he walked around the table as he followed the recipe for the potion you were making in class today, not really bothered by your lack of help.
“ah, and there was this bracelet with a little golden snitch charm, which was the cutest thing ever!” you cooed, remembering the accessory you wanted. “but they sold them in pairs, and i don’t really have anyone to wear them with, so i didn’t buy those either.”
the brunet hummed again in response, frowning at the book in his hands. “the letters are smudged on this book. i’ll go get another one,” he stated, moving to the back of the class as you stayed in your place.
you never really minded jason not replying to your talks. just the fact that he listened meant a lot to you.
but in the back of your head, you always wondered if he truly listened or just nodded to make you stop talking.
“the idiot ran away because you were talking his ears off.” your brows furrowed as you saw your gryffindor friend, rachel frowning. “he’s a slytherin, for merlin’s sake.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
gar sighed. “he’s not listening to what you are saying,” he confessed. “i know you are trying to make friends, but this guy is probably not it.” he gave a sympathetic smile.
“oh.”
“don’t get your heart broken, okay?” rachel walked by, ruffling your hair affectionately. “i don’t want to have any points taken off gryffindor for teaching a slytherin a lesson.”
you stayed silent after the exchange, taking this time to think about everything. maybe they are right. maybe that’s why he hasn’t been responding to me properly. you sighed, going back to taking notes on your work.
jason todd returned with another book, going back to his work — expecting you to continue your ramblings about your day. however, when you barely spoke to him, he raised his brows in concern, looking over at you.
“everything okay, y/n?”
“yeah, the potion seems to be brewing fine. no explosions so far.”
the brunet frowned, knowing very well that you knew he wasn’t talking about the potion. his gaze darted to the table behind you, noticing rachel and gar glancing over at you worriedly from time to time.
were you told to calm yourself down again? but why?
jason shouldn’t have felt anything when he saw you with a blank face — in fact, he shouldn’t have been dying to see you smile and ramble again, like you always did.
he only left you for two minutes, and you changed so drastically that he couldn’t help but think that he had something to do with it.
was it because he never replied properly? was it because he didn’t seem like he cared?
whatever it was, jason todd didn’t like it — mostly because he didn’t like seeing you sad.
the great hall was crowded, as always; the chattering and giggling of children filling the entire room. you sat with your friends, picking at your breakfast, completely oblivious to their looks of worry.
“hey, y/n.” gar broke the silence, getting your attention. “are you still down about yesterday? because–”
“i’m fine.”
“we just don’t want you to be hurt, okay? we could be wrong and–”
you dropped the fork in your hands, clattering it against your plate. “i get it, okay? i’m just kinda sad because i really thought of him as a friend,” you muttered, looking down.
gar half-heartedly smiled. “hey, maybe we can–” the screeching of an owl cut him off, followed by it swooping low by their table and dropping a little package.
right in front of you.
brows furrowed, you gently took the package in your hands, slowly removing the wrapping before opening the little box.
a confused smile took over your face as you saw the very accessories you had been eyeing at knockturn alley.
all the way from the rings with the butterflies and little flower engravings to the bracelet with a little golden snitch charm; it was all in the box.
did rachel feel bad and buy those as an apology?
you noticed a note at the bottom of the box, realizing it was definitely not rachel as you read it.
dear too much, i suck at this whole friendship thing, so i’m sorry if i ever make you feel like you are annoying me. i promise you are not, and i promise i am listening to you. sincerely, not much.
it didn’t take gar long to figure out who the package was from, seeing the way you smiled as you read the note.
plus, the way the slytherin kept trying to see your reaction from the other table wasn’t exactly slick either.
“from jason?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“i guess he was actually listening to my stupid ramblings, after all.”
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A Blessing
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU
Summary: Turns out the father of your favourite pupil, could end up being your favourite adult
Warnings: none really… this is flirtation and fluff. Developing relationship.
Word count: 2.1k
Authors Note: This is a request fill for Anon (ask HERE) about a meet-cute between single dad Benedict and teacher reader. This is also dedicated to my lovely mutual @bridgertontess on the occasion of her birthday this weekend. Happy birthday my dear! Thank you for choosing the name of Benedict’s daughter in this fic. Many thanks to wonderful @colettebronte for giving this a read through, the title and for her generosity in creating the lovely artwork above. Enjoy! <3
You sigh as you fiddle with your nameplate, awaiting the start of Parents Evening. It’s always a night you dread - having to be polite to the parents of nightmare kids. There are a few pupils you simply adore, but somehow, those parents seem to linger less than those you struggle to find nice things to say about.
One of your favourites - yes, you know you’re not supposed to have them, but you do - is little Georgia Bridgerton. She is cute as a button with blue eyes and chestnut curls, but mostly, it’s her sweet temperament and intelligence you admire. You hope her parents turn up. You are intrigued to meet whoever created this little blessing, although you have only heard her talk of her Dad.
About an hour in, you have talked to six sets of parents of mostly middling pupils. You are just sneaking a look at your phone when someone flops into the chair opposite, and you hasten to drop it back in your bag.
When you look up, your lungs feel tight. Quite the most beautiful man has taken a seat, and you are temporarily dumbstruck as you glance at his name sticker. In the ‘hello my name is’ box, he has written Ben in large looping black letters. The ‘my child’s name is’ box has been left blank.
“I’m sorry, Ben,” you stutter, slightly distracted by his hazy eyes. “I don’t see your child’s name on your tag; who are you here for?” you ask.
He glances down at his navy shirt. “Ah shit, sorry.” Then he immediately winces. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to swear.”
“It’s fine,” you bat a hand. “The kids aren’t here tonight. You should hear me when they aren’t within earshot,” you jest, attempting to break the ice, even as you feel your face prickling hot at just the sight of him.
He laughs heartily, his face creasing up in quite the most handsome way, and you squeeze your legs together reflexively, hidden under the table. Good lord, he’s beautiful.
“I’m Georgia’s dad,” he explains as he stops laughing.
“Oh, my star pupil!” you gush, then have to stop. “Shit, I’m not supposed to say that,” you confess, eyes darting around the buzzing gymnasium to all the other parents and teachers, but no one seems to have heard.
“Or swear…” he adds for you, with a wink.
Oh fuck. You could be in trouble here.
You briefly dip your head, cheeks heated, until he starts talking again. “But it’s wonderful she’s doing so well. She talks about you a lot, to be honest. Always saying Mrs y/l/n is her favourite teacher,” he smiles.
“I am her only teacher,” you remind drolly, even as you can’t hide how pleased that makes you. “Should we wait for another parent before we dig in…?” you ask, gesturing to the empty chair to his left.
His face clouds slightly, and you worry you have made a faux pas. “Oh, she, uh, won’t be making it tonight,” he says quietly.
“Gosh, I’m sorry that was rude of me to presume,” you cringe.
“No, no, don’t worry,” he placates kindly. “Georgia’s mother left me when she was just a toddler. But six months ago, she cut off all contact and moved abroad. It’s been…” he pauses to sigh and roughly rubs his eyebrow, “…a tough adjustment, to be honest, mostly for Georgia. It’s been challenging trying to explain gently but honestly to a six-year-old that, in essence, her mother wants nothing to do with her.”
“I’m so very sorry,” you murmur, and part of you itches to reach out and give his hand a sympathetic squeeze as he picks his cuticles, probably unconsciously. “I can’t imagine why anyone would abandon her; she is quite the sweetest little child imaginable.”
You know it’s unprofessional to say so, but you want to comfort him human to human. And for some reason, you feel completely at ease being open and honest with him. His eyes flick up from his hands, and they are so soulful you once again feel tongue-tied.
“Thank you,” he demures.
“She talks about you a lot, too, in class. My dad did this; my dad did that. She looks up to you so much. You must be an excellent single parent,” you reassure, then lean forward over the table. “Umm, please don’t let anyone know I said any of this; it’s very unprofessional.”
His face morphs into a look of surprise, and then a lopsided smile tugs at the right corner of his mouth as he mirrors your stance, leaning in. “Your secret is safe with me,” he chuckles as you feel your blood run warm. “But it will cost you….” he adds teasingly.
Your eyes dart to his uncertain. “W-what?” You stumble, genuinely concerned for the first time about your job.
He leans back in the chair, assuming a very relaxed stance, that crooked smile growing more prominent. “Yes. The price is your apple crumble recipe. Georgia brought some home; she said you had made it for the class to commemorate the school centennial. And it was quite the best dessert we have ever eaten.”
You exhale the breath you were holding, relieved and can’t help the giggle that bubbles up. “Deal,” you agree.
This is quite the most casual and flirtatious you have ever been with a parent, and you suddenly become cognisant of it. Sitting up straighter and clearing your throat, you shift gear a little, discussing the details of his daughter’s progress. He listens intently, nods, and asks questions at appropriate moments.
“Usually, I would conclude with suggested things you can do at home to assist your child,” you wrap up, “but, to be honest, for Georgia, I have no suggestions. She is just a delight and could not do any better. Just keep doing as you are; she will go far in this world.”
He clutches his chest, patently proud of his little girl, but you find yourself fixated on the crisscross of raised veins mapping the back of his large hand. Your traitorous brain chooses this moment to give you a vivid flash of that hand grabbing your flesh, making you squeak in your throat and a shiver run down your spine involuntarily, goosebumps breaking out over your arms.
“Are you alright?”
“Sorry, must be a draught from somewhere,” you fib, tugging at your cardigan sleeve. “Old school buildings and all,” you titter nervously.
He nods in understanding, but his eyes linger slightly longer than necessary on your body.
“Why are you a Mrs if you wear no wedding ring?” he blurts, then looks mortified. “God, I’m sorry, that is really none of my business,” he admits, blushing endearingly.
Your heart leaps into your throat at the idea he checked, but you maintain composure by waving a dismissive hand. “No, don’t worry, it's fine. I’m, umm, actually a widow,” you confess, seeing his eyes soften with sympathy. “Oh, it was a few years ago now,” you preempt the platitudes, “and I never took his last name for work, but I did change to Mrs at the school’s suggestion. I keep thinking I will change back to Ms one of these days, but all my pupils know me as Mrs you know,” you shrug with a nonplussed look.
He chuckles understandingly. “I’m sorry that happened,” he offers more soberly, and you nod.
“And I’m sorry for what happened to you and Georgia. She is doing remarkably, considering.”
Your time together is naturally wrapping up, but you are reluctant to voice it, and he seems in no hurry to move.
“At the risk of sounding completely inappropriate,” he hedges with a very beguilingly almost sheepish mien, “may I have your phone number?”
Your heart pounds, and you resist the temptation to squeal like a teenager or even show it on your face.
“Certainly,” you respond brightly. “I am always available to parents to discuss anything to do with their child’s education,” you try to justify as you scribble your number on a new page of your notepad.
“And what if I don’t want to discuss my child?” He asks quietly, his tone turning smoother, “may I still text you?”
You almost rip the paper straight through as you try to detach it from the metal spirals. You are certain your face is giving you away now, feeling flushed from your toes to your eyes.
“Yes,” you whisper, nervously glancing to meet his eyes for a brief second that feels blistering as you fold the paper and push it over the table towards him.
His fingertips brush yours as he takes the paper, and your body riots at that simple touch.
“Thank you,” he says sotto voce. “I look forward to connecting more,” he adds as he stands. You try your best not to ogle his body in his fitted dark wash jeans as he tucks the note in his pocket, but it’s at eye height now. And you try to ignore how his shirt hangs off his broad shoulders when you look up, but mostly, you fail.
You stand too, feeling awkward, and hold out your hand to shake, as you do with every parent.
He looks briefly bemused, then takes your hand in his. It’s warm, the skin soft except for some callouses where he holds a pen or maybe a paintbrush, and the size engulfs yours. You never want to let go. Fireworks explode behind your ribs as his eyes dance even under the harsh gym lights.
“It was wonderful to meet you, Mr Bridgerton,” you parrot your usual parting line at him, but somehow, it feels weighted with additional meaning.
“Likewise, Ms y/l/n,” he replies pointedly, not using the Mrs, as his thumb swipes distractingly over the back of your hand, not letting go. “And please call me Ben,” he requests duskily, finally stepping away, his fingers gradually slipping from yours.
You just nod, almost unable to speak, not trusting your tongue at this moment. You try not to watch Benedict walk away towards the exit, but again, you fail miserably.
Less than thirty seconds later, your phone buzzes in your bag. It’s a number you don’t recognise.
BB: I’ll need that apple crumble recipe for tomorrow if you don’t mind. I have a big family lunch on Saturday and have been roped into bringing dessert.
You giggle, your fingers fly over the screen, composing a response in your lap, even as the next parents pull up to take a seat.
Y/N: Okay… but good luck. Most of the secret is in the prep…
BB: Hmm, then a demo might be best. Fancy being a culinary teacher tomorrow after work?
Your heart flutters hard, and you must mumble an apology to the waiting parents as you can’t resist firing off a flirty response.
Y/N: But what if I don’t want to give away my trade secrets just yet? 😉
BB: Fair. Then my family will have to settle for Tesco’s finest cake instead…
Y/N: I can’t in all good conscience let that happen. OK, you have a deal. 7pm tmrw?
BB: 👍😁
You spend the rest of the Parents' Evening floating on a little cloud. You even smile through the meeting with Damien’s parents, who couldn’t be more aptly named.
The next evening, when his front door sweeps open, Benedict and Georgia are wearing matching pinstripe aprons, faces so eager. They look so adorable you crack a smile from ear to ear.
“Where’s your apron, Mrs y/l/n?” Georgia pipes up.
You smile, then reach into your shoulder bag and pull out your trusty apron with a flourish.
She breaks into giggles and does a happy little dance as Benedict gestures for you to come in with an exaggerated bow.
By the time you leave, hours later, they have a delicious apple crumble for their family lunch the following day, and Georgia is sleeping soundly. You have an apron dusted in flour, a tingle on your lips from his wondrous kisses and a lightness in your being that fizzes like champagne.
The following day, he texts that the apple crumble was such a success his mother demanded the recipe on the spot. Then, a few seconds later, another message asking you to drop by. You practically trip in the rush to get out the door.
When his front door sweeps open this time, he’s alone and dressed handsomely in a white shirt with those jeans. You are powerless to do anything but push up onto your tiptoes and kiss him immediately. And when he whispers hotly in your ear that Georgia is staying with her cousins for the night, you almost melt right into his doorstep.
It turns out Georgia was not the only blessing you got from the Bridgerton family.
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𝖧𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖵𝗈𝗐𝗌 (𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖬𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖, 𝕋𝕠𝕒𝕕
MINOR DO NOT INTERACT SERIES TW: Gore, Stalking, Sexual themes, major character death
previous chapter
You decided to share the information about the wicked family tradition with Nobara and Yuuji when it was late at night because most likely anyone who could interrupt you would be sleeping. You sat, legs crossed on the comforter of your bed, Nobara sitting on the edge while Yuuji sat on the wooden chair in front of your vanity.
"HE WHAT?" Nobara shouted, you instantly leaned over to cover her mouth, scared her voice would wake the entire manor.
"Almost feed me to the wolves? Yes," You sighed, uncovering her mouth to reveal her annoyed expression.
"I'll kill him" Yuuji huffed, crossing his arms. "Thank you but I don't think three people can possibly defeat an entire family of cold-blooded conquers" you responded.
"Yeah… we'll need an army" Nobara implied, looking at you, her facial expression was too serious to make her idea seem like a simple joke.
"Even if that were true... the only army I have is a miles away from here. Besides, I can't contact my parents" you shook your head.
"Why can't you just write to them?" Yuuji asked. "You think they trust me enough to not check what I'm writing to my parents? They'd read my letter and chop off me head or something" you huffed, imagining all the wicked punishments they'd inflict on you if they caught you plotting against them.
"And it's not exactly you can leave the manor either. I don't think they'd even let me or Yuuji leave as well" Nobara added, each word making your situation more hopeless.
"So if we can't go to your parents... they can come to us" Yuuji replied, his eyes beaming in hope. "What are you trying to say" You ask, intrigued by his sudden hope. "Well.. when's the next time you'll see your parents?" Yuuji explained.
"The wedding- the-they'll definitely show up to the wedding. Then I'll be able to tell them about how fucking crazy the family is- and they can prepare the army. Yuuji, you're a genius " You laughed, suddenly filled with hope.
"You just need to well... survive the ten challenges first," Nobara said. "I will. I have to and then the Zenin family is going to pay" You nodded your head, Nobara and Yuuji pleased with your confidence.
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"Why are we doing this again?" you asked, annoyed as you sat at the dining table, practicing the same dining speech for the fifth time. At least you're not alone, Megumi sitting across from you looking much more tired of this than you are.
"Because we can't have you two looking like idiots at your wedding. Of course, they'll be a dinner after the ceremony and the rich assholes are going to expect some type of speech. Now if we're done complaining, let's start from the top" Maki sighed, waving your question off.
"Starting with you, Megumi" Maki added. Megumi clicked his tongue as he gracefully got up from his chair, holding his wine glass with a silver fork.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if I can I'd like a few words about my joyful reunion" Megumi cringed as he softly hit the cup with his fork.
" To our esteemed guest, I am filled withso much gratitude for your presence. I'd like to personally thank you all for putting aside your duties to arrive at this beautiful occasion. In addition, I'd like to thank Mr. and Mrs. L/n for blessing my marriage between me and Y/n. Finally, I'd like to thank my fathe- do I really have being doing this, Maki?" Megumi groaned, abruptly sitting down and throwing his head back.
"Fine, I suppose we can practice another time. To be frank, I am tired of hearing you both mess up so many times" Maki sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. You were about to arise from your seat as you watched Maki leave the room- however, Megumi stopped you by his glare. His lips turned into a smirk as he watched you roll your eyes and slowly sit back down.
"I'm guessing it's time for my second trial, correct?" you sighed. "I'm impressed, you learn quick" Megumi laughed to himself. Suddenly, he raised his hand and snapped, a servant coming quickly with a silver platter covered with a metal dome, gently placed it in front of you before leaving.
"Well?" Megumi asked, raising an eyebrow, arms crossed. "Open it up" he waved his hand. You lifted over the cover to reveal a cooked toad, now you've tried exotic food and liked a few of them...however, this looked downright disgusting.
"No," you said bluntly.
"I'm not eating this, Megumi" you added on, glaring at him, finding it hard to concrete with the disgusting odor coming off of the toad. "Eat the toad, Y/n." Megumi said, treating you like a child who just refused to eat their vegetables.
"It looks disgusting- are you trying to poison me? Is that it?" you huffed. "Of course not. However, I'm sure you're aware I wouldn't give you a simple eating challenge. Anyone who consumes the toad will temporarily lose the ability to lie"
"So like a truth frog" you responded, unimpressed.
"Toad" Megumi corrected, annoyed by your lack of amusement. You took the sliver fork and knife and gracefully cut the toad in half. "Well...The only way I'll be eating this- is if you eat it with me" you demanded, turning the plate to face the toad towards Megumi. "Marriage is about union, isn't it?" you added, smiling confidently.
"If that's what you wish, shall we?" Megumi replied, inserting a fork into his half of the toad. You gulped, hoping that he'd back down and just cancel the trial. You closed your eyes- saying a quick prayer as you ate the toad- trying to get it down as quickly as possible to forget its horrid taste. You peeked your eyes open and saw Megumi's dreaded facial expression as he attempted to get the toad down his throat.
"Done" you sighed in relief as you opened your mouth to show him. "That was horrible" Megumi cursed, wiping his mouth.
"Well I attended to take my time with you- however, likely, the effects won't last as long as expected now that you only ate half" Megumi sighed. "Then I guess you'll have to be quick" you smiled, leaning over with your head resting on your palms.
"I'll start with simple questions, just to test it"
"What's your name?"
"Y/n L/n"
"Who did you come here with?"
"Nobara Kugisaki and Yuuji Itadori"
"and what color are the undergarments you're wearing right now? "
"White" you confessed, without hesitation. Then you slapped your mouth, feeling your cheeks turn hot from embarrassment. You could hear Megumi chuckle from across you.
"Seems like it's working. Now we can actually get started "Megumi said, crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair.
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"Why did you agree to this marriage?" Megumi asked, looking you dead in the eyes, you could feel any of the light heartednesses from the conversation vanish. "Could I even disagree? This is what happens to all princesses, being arranged to marry some asshole and then have kids or what not" you answered, slightly fidgeting, you underestimated the questions Megumi could ask you.
What if he finds out you're trying to plan a whole army against him? He won't just kill you... He'll kill Nobara and Yuuji as well-
"Ah, so I'm just another asshole to you?" Megumi hummed, raising his eyebrow.
"Of course I do" you answered, he didn't need the toad to know that answer. Besides, Megumi didn't seem too hurt by your answer, most likely just asking it for reassurance.
"What are your opinion on the Zenin family"
"I think you're all psychopaths, untrustworthy, ruthless, coldhearte-"
"That's enough, I can tell you have some strong feelings." Megumi interrupted, slightly surprised by the detail of your response. He took a moment before thinking of the his next choice of words, tapping his fingers against the wooden table,
"Do you think you're going to survive through all the trials? After this, it'll only be eight more"
"You say that like that makes it easy" you scoffed. You shuffled in your seat, while the toad made you tell the truth- it didn't exactly help you think of answers to every question. "I don't care if I think I'm going to survive or not. All I know is that I have to" you managed to answer.
For the love of god, please drop the question because if he even dare to ask why- your whole plan is ruined. "Are you done with your stupid questions now. As much as I 'love' our little chats, Maki has the tendency of waking me up at the brink of dawn so I would really like to go get some rest" You added, trying to use speech as a method to calm your anxieties caused by Megumi's silence. "Patience, you should really work on your patience , Y/n." Megumi huffed, rolling his eyes.
"Do you expect me to somehow fall in love you during our marriage?" he questioned, catching you off guard.
"No" you answered, bluntly. Megumi only smiled, seeming to thinking of something that he'd know would piss you off.
"But somehow, you still hope I will fall in love with you, correct?" Megumi added, tilting his chin down.
"Yes" you replied, without a trace of hesitation or shame. You instantly slapped your mouth close once the words processed in your head, shocked by your confession, how could you possibly desire to be loved by this man? By the son of the Zenin family. What the hell is wrong with you?
"I- I- I didn't mean that" You stuttered, words muffled by your palms, eyes adverting to any place besides his unbothered glare.
Megumi clicked his tongue, unamused, "it's normal. People like you always desire to be loved rather than love someone. If I'm being honest, I only asked that to remind you of that fact " he replied.
Who the hell does this guy think he is? And why the hell is he acting like he can see right through you? However, you couldn't let Megumi have all the fun, remembering that he is also a subject of the effects of the awful tasting toad.
"Could you...Is there any possibility that you could find yourself in love with me?" You asked.
"You are better off not seeking to be loved by a man like me. I'm not wired for love; I don't know how to express love right away. "
"You know that doesn't answer my question, Megumi"
Unexpectedly, Megumi put his head down on the table, covering his face, ears turning a slight red as he slowly nodded his head,
"Yes... I suppose it is a possibility. "
next chapter
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♡ DEAR TOO MUCH — XU MINGHAO
slytherin!minghao x hufflepuff!reader | wc : 1.1k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, mild angst, strangers to friends, hogwarts / harry potter au | loki's lines — this is the one (of a couple) entries for the exchange event by @kflixnet. this one's for @sodafy <3 this was my first time writing for hao and i really hope i did it justice! dsgdfhg hope you like this, have a great day <33
“hey, there! you must be minghao!”
the raven-haired male turned at the cheerful voice, brows furrowed amusingly as he saw you in front of him, enthusiastic as ever.
“yep.” he curtly nodded, scooting to the side to make space on your lab table. “you are y/n, i’m assuming?”
“the one and only!”
“good to know.”
as an overenthusiastic hufflepuff, you were always told to take it down a notch as your attitude could be overbearing to people — especially slytherins.
and seeing minghao’s slight smile and brief replies, you figured you were going a little overboard with your energy.
“uh, if you ever feel like i’m too much, please don’t hesitate to tell me,” you quietly stated, a small smile on your face. “i’m trying to work on it.”
xu minghao didn’t know why, but hearing you say that made him frown, realizing you must’ve been told on multiple occasions to calm down.
on any other day, the raven-haired male would’ve made some sort of snarky remark, but seeing the way you nervously smiled at him, all he could do was shrug off your comment.
“i’m not much and you are too much; i think we balance out each other well.”
as the days passed by, you and minghao only got closer — or at least, that’s what you thought. you were constantly rambling, and he kept listening to whatever you had to say, never complaining.
“there were these pretty rings at this stall on knockturn alley. they were so beautiful with these butterflies and little flower engravings!” you gushed, pouting as you looked at your empty fingers. “i couldn’t buy them, though. gyu was in a hurry, and we didn’t have time to go shopping.”
minghao only hummed in response, like he always did, signaling that he was listening to you. he walked around the table as he followed the recipe for the potion you were making in class today, not really bothered by your lack of help.
“ah, and there was this bracelet with a little golden snitch charm, which was the cutest thing ever!” you cooed, remembering the accessory you wanted. “but they sold them in pairs, and i don’t really have anyone to wear them with, so i didn’t buy those either.”
the raven-haired male hummed again in response, frowning at the book in his hands. “the letters are smudged on this book. i’ll go get another one,” he stated, moving to the back of the class as you stayed in your place.
you never really minded minghao not replying to your talks. just the fact that he listened meant a lot to you.
but in the back of your head, you always wondered if he truly listened or just nodded to make you stop talking.
“the idiot ran away because you were talking his ears off.” your brows furrowed as you saw your gryffindor friend, mingyu, frowning. “he’s a slytherin, for merlin’s sake.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
seokmin sighed. “he’s not listening to what you are saying,” he confessed. “i know you are trying to make friends, but this guy is probably not it.” he gave a sympathetic smile.
“oh.”
“don’t get your heart broken, okay?” mingyu walked by, ruffling your hair affectionately. “i don’t want to have any points taken off gryffindor for teaching a slytherin a lesson.”
you stayed silent after the exchange, taking this time to think about everything. maybe they are right. maybe that’s why he hasn’t been responding to me properly. you sighed, going back to taking notes on your work.
xu minghao returned with another book, going back to his work — expecting you to continue your ramblings about your day. however, when you barely spoke to him, he raised his brows in concern, looking over at you.
“everything okay, y/n?”
“yeah, the potion seems to be brewing fine. no explosions so far.”
the raven-haired male frowned, knowing very well that you knew he wasn’t talking about the potion. his gaze darted to the table behind you, noticing mingyu and seokmin glancing over at you worriedly from time to time.
were you told to calm yourself down again? but why?
minghao shouldn’t have felt anything when he saw you with a blank face — in fact, he shouldn’t have been dying to see you smile and ramble again, like you always did.
he only left you for two minutes, and you changed so drastically that he couldn’t help but think that he had something to do with it.
was it because he never replied properly? was it because he didn’t seem like he cared?
whatever it was, xu minghao didn’t like it — mostly because he didn’t like seeing you down.
the great hall was crowded, as always; the chattering and giggling of children filling the entire room. you sat with your friends, picking at your breakfast, completely oblivious to their looks of worry.
“hey, y/n.” seokmin broke the silence, getting your attention. “are you still down about yesterday? because–”
“i’m fine.”
“we just don’t want you to be hurt, okay? we could be wrong and–”
you dropped the fork in your hands, clattering it against your plate. “i get it, okay? i’m just kinda sad because i really thought of him as a friend,” you muttered, looking down.
seokmin half-heartedly smiled. “hey, maybe we can–” the screeching of an owl cut him off, followed by it swooping low by their table and dropping a little package.
right in front of you.
brows furrowed, you gently took the package in your hands, slowly removing the wrapping before opening the little box.
a confused smile took over your face as you saw the very accessories you had been eyeing at knockturn alley. all the way from the rings with the butterflies and little flower engravings to the bracelet with a little golden snitch charm; it was all in the box.
did mingyu feel bad and buy those as an apology?
you noticed a note at the bottom of the box, realizing it was definitely not mingyu as you read it.
dear too much, i suck at this whole friendship thing, so i’m sorry if i ever make you feel like you are annoying me. i promise you are not, and i promise i am listening to you. sincerely, not much.
it didn’t take seokmin long to figure out who the package was from, seeing the way you smiled as you read the note. plus, the way the slytherin kept trying to see your reaction from the other table wasn’t exactly slick either.
“from minghao?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“i guess he was actually listening to my stupid ramblings, after all.”
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Our Story.
Masterlist of fan fiction
Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader
Summary: It is your last night in Erebor before you leave. You have been a member of the Company and now that the mountain kingdom has been re-claimed, you are ready to leave and begin a new life on your own. However, Thorin calls for you to spend one last meal with him.
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I haven't mentioned how the reader came to be with the Company, so that is up to you to decide.
Your bag was packed and your clothing for the next day was neatly folded over the chair by your desk. You took a glance around the room, having grown fond of your home for the last six weeks. Sleeping in a proper bed had been heaven, meaning that you could have lie ins virtually every morning and not rise out of bed until way after dawn. It was welcome comfort after being on the road with Thorin's Company for the last eight months.
On the end of your bed was a piece of folded parchment. It had been quite a surprise when you woke to find it, sealed within an envelope, having been pushed under your bed chamber door. When you opened it, you were shocked to see such beautiful penmanship. Ornate lettering in jet black ink. Signed off by the king, but only using his given name. That was how he had often requested you address him. No titles. No airs and graces. Just Thorin.
The letter was his proposal for dinner. One last meal together before you disappeared from the mountain the next morning at dawn.
You dressed appropriately for any such occasion: dinner with the king. A burgundy dress with matching slippers. Your usual breeches and baggy shirt would not do tonight. Despite having always had such a down to earth relationship with the king, you still owed him respect on your last evening together.
As you arrived at the main dining hall, a guard took you through the huge, wooden doors. He bowed his head to Thorin, who was sat at the head of the central table, and then said your name, announcing your arrival.
Thorin thanked the guard and got up from his seat. He was smiling, and stepped towards the seat which was immediately to his left hand side. He pulled out the chair, your sign to sit.
"Good evening," you said, offering him a smile. You thanked him for pulling out your seat and rested your hands in your lap.
"Wine?" he asked.
"Yes, please," you replied.
Thorin poured two glasses of wine "I hope you did not think it too forward of me to ask you join me for dinner tonight. I wished to speak with you in regard to your departure tomorrow."
"Of course not. I'm glad you asked me to attend. I couldn't have left without some kind of goodbye."
Thorin sighed and looked at you, his blue eyes growing saddened by your words. "The truth is, I was hoping that tomorrow would not hold any goodbyes. I wish that there had to be no goodbyes."
"Thorin, I'm not one of your people, and it would be wrong of me to stay."
"Why would it be wrong?" Thorin asked, raising his eyebrow. "Our story does not need to end here."
"What do you mean?"
Thorin got to his feet and turned his back from you, with his hands clasped together. "I...I have come to feel a lot for you. Maybe I lived in hope that our stories would entwine somewhere. But I have not seen any sign that it is what you wish also."
You gasped. "W...why did you not say anything sooner?"
"Because I knew there was a very real risk that one of us, or even both of us, may not have made it home. But now that we are both here, alive, I could not let you leave without at least posing the question to you."
You remained quiet, feeling your heart pound. It was thumping so hard in your chest and throat.
"Will you allow me to court you?"
Shock was all you could feel.
Thorin turned back around, his face full of sadness still. "I should not have asked. Silence is answer enough."
You broke through your shock with words of exclamation. "No...No! Please. You caught me off guard."
Thorin remained still, watching your expression closely. Never before had he felt so vulnerable, ready to give his whole future and heart to someone else. Was this the moment you agreed to protect his heart, or would you break it?
"Yes. I want nothing more than to stay with you," you said, a broad smile breaking through the nervousness. You exhaled and got to your feet before Thorin, where you rushed forward and cupped his cheeks with your hands. "I dreamed of this so many times, but never thought it would be possible."
The two of you kissed, and every night forth from then, you remained in Erebor next to the man you loved.
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Hi guys!! This is going to be a long one!
Now, first things first, if you didn't know, I run an Etsy shop with my sibling @kittyacelia!
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letters from me to you
every letter you didn't send to jimin
word count : 0.9k words
genre : angst; you loved jimin more than you ever imagined, and it hurts that you still do; non-idol! karina x gn! reader
t/w : none :) other than a relationship breaking apart and there's absolutely nothing that can be done about it
a/n : unrequited love, something so ever ethereal yet burns a hole in your heart and leaves a scar you will never forget. but does it hurt more when it becomes unrequited? since it wasn't from the beginning, and you had a taste of that person's love.
— 26/01/2014 | sunny ☀️
to my dearest jimin,
happy first anniversary! it's been 12 months, 365 days, 8760 hours, 525,600 minutes since you said yes under those bright stars on this very day last year. time has gone past so fast yet so slow, when I look into your eyes, everything around us seems to slow down and allow me to drown myself in those galaxy-like orbs of yours. you know I've never been expressive with my words hence this letter but still, I can never find the very words to convey my love to you. however, these four words might actually just do the trick.
I love you, forever.
your love
— 11/04/2015 | spring sun 🌸
to my crybaby jimin,
don't get mad just from reading 'crybaby' but I can't help but call you that. not after you so adorably sniffled while watching 'the notebook'. I just wanted to squeeze those cheeks of yours but I knew you were going to be upset for breaking the mood, so I held myself back. okay, this was definitely not the purpose of this letter, but oh well, I just wanted you to know you're the cutest.
happy birthday, my baby jimin! once my baby, forever my baby. I hope you had a blast today after been to the amusement park, cafes and even the late night movie later before the end of your big day. I have never been more blessed with a gift like you to be in my life and better, as my girlfriend.
once again, happy birthday. let's spend this day together in the years that are to come. I love you, forever.
your beloved
— 08/07/2015 | cloudy ☁️
to my precious jimin,
I know I'm in the wrong so I am not going to make up any excuses to justify what I did. you felt hurt and neglected by my actions and nothing can ever undo those wounds. but will you let me make it up to you? if you need time to think, take as long as you need because I'll be right here waiting until you give me a chance to prove my love for you that never faded. if anything, I only find myself loving you more than I did the day before.
work has doubled in amount but I should have known to try harder to spend time with you despite that. it is my responsibility to do that, yet I chose the easy way out and hurt you. I'm so sorry, baby. please forgive me. I love you so so much, I love you, forever.
your dumb bear (still in regret)
— 17/03/2016 | rainy 🌧️
to my wonderful and amazing jimin,
there is nothing special about today, surprise! although there isn't a special occasion today, I want to let you know that every day that I spend with you is special and every moment we have together is engraved in memory forever no matter what happens.
I know I can be cheesy but I feel like every time I tell you that I love you, it just feels more overwhelming and unbelievable. so unbelievable that I have the most beautiful; in and out; person in the whole world as my girlfriend. it would be better if one day, it would change to my wife. I can already tell how your face would start burning up and the tip of your ears cutely beet red. even though I had told you I love you numerous times, it never feels enough. I love you, forever.
yours forever
— 02/10/2017
to my lovely jimin,
it's been five years since we've been together, and I know how you are when something or someone upsets you. if you don't talk to me or even be next to me, I would not know what to say or do to help you, honey. we promised to never go to bed with complicated feelings, regardless of whether it be about us or someone else. you said it is not good for the health if we keep our feelings bottled up.
if it's about me, please, please tell me what I did wrong. tell me what I need to fix so that you would not be upset. please, talk to me, jimin. let me be by your side as I always did. I love you, forever.
— 19/01/2018
to my one and only jimin,
please take me back, I love you so much. please don't leave me all alone in this shared home of ours. it's too painful to see the memories of us, filled with happiness and joy. let me still call us, us. please, please come home and whisper sweet nothings like you used to, say that everything was all a prank. that you went overboard with the joke. please bring me into your embrace and stroke my back, tell me everything's alright, we're alright.
I love you, jimin, you know that right? I love you, forever.
yours
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.
.
you know, I've always imagined us walking down the aisle as I take you in my hand and swear the oath to be each other's seasons, side by side all the way through our future days together. but sadly, all I could do now was clap for you, your happiness with your lover, staring at each other so lovingly on the pedestal. if you were happy, so would I be.
because I've always loved and will love you forever, my jimin.
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part 29
Summary: New developments for Enjolras and his girl.
Notes/Warning: 18 & Over! Male receiving consensual handjob. The death of some rats. Mentions of violence.
My sweet angel - mon doux ange, Angel - Ange
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You inhaled deeply, the fresh flowers brought a sweetness to the air that reminded you of walking or sitting in the park. It made you miss such days. You sat up against the plush pillows and gave Enjolras a look, eyebrow raises.
“This is a lovely room, truly it is.”
The shades of pink and cream were like something out of a dream. Enjolras, wanted you to have that. The bed gave as he came to sit beside you. “It really came together.”
It had been hard for him to acquire so many things. He had never been one to enjoy excessive spending. Though he knew it was expected of him to appear a man of means. However, making a home with you, and knowing you were with child; it grew easier. You missed being with him and picking out treasures.
“But, but I miss coming out with you. I miss doing things.”
He placed a hand over yours. “But look what has been happening.”
“I only fainted once.”
“Once is too many.”
You could see his jaw tighten.
“And now you are carrying our child.”
“I’ll be careful.”
He glanced around. He spoke just above a whisper. You knew he didn’t necessarily trust the staff.
“England doesn’t sit well with me, my love.”
“I’ll be with you. We, we could go to a market or perhaps a dress maker.” Your gave him a soft look. “They can’t be dangerous.”
“I’ll think about.”
He reached over to the nightstand, he grabbed the book you both loved. He handed it to you.
“Read and travel among the stars with this.”
He paused, a smile appeared on his lips.
“I have secured more candles. You do not have to only read by the light of the sun.”
You didn’t care you, you hugged him then. He shifted in your embrace to put the book down beside the two of you. His arms wrapped around you. You sighed laying your head on his shoulder.
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He drank a little more and played cards with a riskier flair.
Before arriving at the pub that night, he finally sent off a letter to his mother. He had pressed the envelop to his lips and then heart before bidding it a safe journey to his mother’s hands. With a twirl of the feather he wrote reams of how the house was coming along and how she was to be a grandmother in the coming months. He did not dare telling her of your lightheadedness or even the fainting spell. No darkness would be out on paper, only happiness and joy.
Now that you were tucked away in the house, in that beautiful room. He felt like he could relax. Now, you be comfortable and grow into your role as mother.
Coins jangled on the wooden table, paper notes of value were shuffled about and ale on occasion spilled along the side of the tankards. Some tightened while others loosened their hold on the cards would deliver a victory or a loss.
Once the moon was high enough in the sky, and his head was filled with the pleasant fuzzy warmth his ale gave him, he returned home. He’d shed his boots and coat and pull you close. He’d be lying if he didn’t miss your quick with or a peal of your laughter while sitting in that pub. The few moments, he had shared you with the company of Courfeyrac or Grantaire he missed it.
Pressing his lips together, he made it back rather easily to where he now resided with you. Not sure if he should be pleased or not, he was able to remain in cloaked darkness of the shadows and managed to make it very easily back up to the lovely bedroom, he made for the two of you.
The door creaked ever so as he opened it, it made him wince and he slipped in and soon moved fast so he could close it as soon as he opened it. Not going far, he soon let his heavy coat fall from him. He loosened some of the buttons on his shirt before leaning against the wall and gritting his teeth he pulled one and the other boot free of his person.
A soft sound floated over to him, where the candles burned low. Glancing in its direction he could just make out as he saw you moving.
“Love? You’ve returned.”
He smiled, making quick strides over to you. “It is I my ange, I have arrived.”
You rubbed in eye and smiled, pulled the blanket aside. “Then I welcome you home my love. I have missed you.”
His heart picked up speed, he knew the curves and beauty that was barely cover by the chemise you wore. Easily, he crawled in, then sitting up and he urged you to curl up to his side.
You looked up at him, your nose gently wrinkled. “Oh? I can smell the ale.”
“In my excitement of winning some hands, I did spill some.” He rose his eyebrows. “Do you forgive me?”
You smiled. “I do.”
His lips curled into a broad smile as he felt your lips just barley grazing a spot on his face where he tamed the growth there.
He cupped your cheek, his thumb caressed you. “You are so lovely.” He whispered. His heart warmed a she could actually feel as you flushed.
“I am glad you still think so.”
He paused, the fuzzy warmth still there but your words stuck him. “I always will.”
“Even when my belly grows with our child?”
“Yes, especially.”
He pulled you closer and finding your mouth, he kissed you then. It had felt like a lifetime. At first, you were hesitant but then he felt as your responded. He held you closer. Your warmth and softness was exactly what he had needed.
As he held you closer, and your hand drifted over him as you moved closer, a groan of deep rooted pleasure bubbled from him breaking the kiss. His stomach had tightened. His pleasure of having you so close had quickened his heartbeat.
“Oh? My love are you well? I have not injured you. Have I ?”
“No.” He chewed on his cheek. “But I have not eyed, your chemise as closely. It has quickened my heart for you.”
“Oh? Is that so bad? I am your wife. I miss being one with you.”
The dip in your voice stung.
“Angel, don’t despair.” He bent his head, pressing some soft kisses where you allowed. “Since you are with child we have to be careful.”
You sighed. Your breath warm and soft, distantly he smiled. It was obvious you had some tarts while he was out. Its sweetness lingered on you. “You would be.”
“I could only hope. But what if I hurt you or them, I would never forgive myself. “ He paused, in the muted light he relished the sight of your beauty. “Though I have an idea. And we can still be intimate.” He assured you.
“Oh tell me.”
“Nestle, closer my love.” He urged you. He had remembered how you had enjoyed touching him that one day. “Do you remember, the day you touched me?”
“Yes.”
“I would like you to do that again.”
“Oh can I?”
“Yes, mon doux ange you can. I will help you.”
Shuffling, he managed to open the buttons of his trousers and then move his shirt. He glanced down at you. “Love, I will take myself out and I will let you touch me. I can guide you.”
“Please. You will have to, I will not want to hurt you.”
He smiled, relief filling him as he heard how breathless you had become. He knew this was making your heart beat harder just like his own heart. Easing himself out of his trousers, he sighed and soft moan broke his lips.
“Oh, you are still magnificent.” You whispered.
Your words making his heart squeeze.
“Thank you, love. May I take your hand now?“
“Yes.”
Gently, he took your hand. He help you wrap your fingers around him. His entire being tightened. It felt unbelievable.
“Are you ok?” Your hand twisting on him as you looked back at him.
He coughed. “Yes. That, your hand feels amazing.”
“Oh, good.”
The gently he began guiding your hand. It almost made him come undone right then there.
“Your hand feels so good.” He whispered.
Trembles coursed through him and he bit the inside of his cheek. He would no let go just yet. This was entirely new way of you making him feeling so good.
“Just like that angel.” He encouraged.
He wrapped his hand around yours once again. We will do this a little firmer. He felt like this was a pleasurable torture. Also however in the shadows, watching your hand as it up and down. Was almost too much. His sweet angel.
“Oh, my angel that feels so good.”
He was so close to coming undone. His stomach continued to twist into pleasurable knots. He shook.
“I’m…I’m….oooh angel!” He called out. And soon, he expelled his seed.
“Ooh!” You rubbed a little harder, and he reached out and stopped you.
“That’s it my love. You have made me undone.”
He panted and melted back into the pillows. He licked his lips.
You hand held him gently. “Did I help you to feel good?”
He blinked. “Yes, love that was amazing.”
That’s when it dawned on him, he reached into his pocket and took out a cloth. “I wasn’t thinking. I am sorry.” He gently took your hand and cleaned off his essence.
Gently, he tucked himself away. “Angel, thank you for making me feel so good.” He was still breathless. He ran his fingers along your cheek. “Would you like me to return the favor?”
“Can you?”
His stomach once again tightened with pleasure.
“Yes, I can.”
*******
He crouched in the shadows. He longed for a real meal. Once in London, he would. There he grab some salted and dry meats for the journey to the new world.
He was tired of the sorry excuse for the stew the cook had been making the last few days. He ignored the burning or the cramping of staying there in the shadows, waiting on another rat. He had already managed to catch four of the seven that came into the corridor.
******
He banged on the kitchen door. The chef looked him up and down. “What?”
He held up six dead rats. “Add their meat to the stew.”
The man grumbled. “If you grow ill, it is your fault.”
The man shrugged and walked away. This would hunt more tomorrow. Now he’d have strength again. He had to keep it up, he was going to find the man who killed his son.
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Bidding Love // Stray Kids Hwang Hyunjin
y/n nervously awaited for Hyunjin to get home after his schedule for that day. Today was a rare occasion since Hyunjins schedule ended a little around 6pm and y/n asked for a couple days off from work. They had been dating for a while, but tonight was special. It was their 3 year anniversary and today was the day they were going to share an intimate experience together for the very first time.
When Hyunjin arrived around 7pm, you decided to touch up your hair and make up as Hyunjin got ready so both of you could go to the dinner reservation Hyunjin picked out weeks in advance. Coming out of the bathroom, Hyunjin was dressed in a dark grey button up shirt with black dress pants and his hair up in a ponytail. You really couldn’t believe how Hyunjin was yours, this man who everyone wanted but he chose you. On the outside you’d think he’d be a somewhat of a lady’s man, a guy that has a lot of girls, a new girlfriend every couple of weeks. His social circle was mostly girls so you’d think that about him. But you couldn’t be further from the truth, actually Hyunjin is more of a romantic, before you he had maybe two or three girlfriends but that was when he was still in school, way before debuting.
But as you locked eyes with Hyunjin, his smile lighted up the room as he looked at you “wow” his eyes looked at you as a whole, traveling down to your hand looking at the bracelet he gifted you when you both became a couple exactly 3 years ago. Your dress that was in that shade of burgundy that he really liked. “Hey beautiful” Hyunjin approached you, not breaking eye contact. Distracted, you reached behind you taking out a small gift bag with a red rose sticking out. “It’s small but I know you’ll love it” Hyunjin looked at you tilting his head then kissed your cheek. “I also have your present but do you mind if we open them at the restaurant?” With a smile you nod.
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At this point you both already ate and we’re just talking about your day and other things. “Look at that view” Hyunjin follows your gaze to the open view from the top of the balcony when your table was at. Hyunjin wanted to have everything perfect for the night, knowing you love open places and a pretty view he somehow got the restaurant to prepare a table on their balcony even tho they don’t allow that there. “It’s so pretty” you say, “I know right” Hyunjin says while looking at you. You snap back to reality and look at Hyunjin who now was pretending to loot at something in the distance so you wouldn’t catch him staring at you. “Present time!” You say reaching out for Hyunjins gift. “Open yours first” Hyunjin reaches over and grabs the gift from your hands. And you do the same as he gives you yours. Hyunjin takes his time reading the letter you wrote, you swear you saw his eyes have a little bit of a layer of tears but he somehow managed to not let a tear fall. You smiled warmly at the site as he opened the gift, it was a hair clip, to be exact it was a hair clip that his grandma used to wear a lot. It wasn’t the exact same one she used to own but it was the same one. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he looked up at you with now teary eyes “how did you-“ he couldn’t even finish the question from the shock. “I talked to your mom, it’s not the same one she had but I found the exact one” you smiled at him “oh my god y/n… th-thank you” he got up and hugged you.
“Please open your gift” Hyunjin said as he held onto the hair clip. As you opened the gift you came across a similar hair clip to the one you got him “well… you see, I was on this page that auctions off stuff and found the exact same hair clip my grandma wore, I thought of you and how it’ll look pretty on you so I tried to bid for it… as you can see I didn’t win it as the other bidder bid $58-“ you cut him off “$586 dollars?” You both look at eachother. “Did you…” you both laughed at eachother. “Omg that was you!? Hey I gotta give it to you, you bid till the last second and beat me” Hyunjin said laughing.
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Being this time of year, I wanted to share my translation of Oz's letter to Echo from the 15th anniversary event and her response because I haven't seen it anywhere else and frankly I need to finally scream over it publicly.
DISCLAIMER: I do not know Japanese. I ran these through Google Translate, DeepL, and a website or two. But, as you can see, I used multiple sources on multiple occasions months apart, which adjusted the results due to the updates the tools had gotten. I've chipped away at this for about 18 months. Also, I really focused on specific research for a few words, which I note below. I hope this makes it as accurate as it can possibly be.
I apologize for the image quality, my scanner is broken.
To Eko-chan,
……Writing a letter to Eko-chan is….kind of nerve-wracking.
Sorry if there are any typos.
That day when we went to see the St. Bridget’s Day festival together,
you said that
you were “just an echo”.
When I first met you, I might have said, “That’s not true!”,
But now I think, “That’s fine.”
Whether or not it’s a reverberation,
Eko-chan is the one and only beautiful sound to me.
……This is second-hand from Gil.
I was happy when he said “There’s nothing wrong with being fake” to me.
When I’m with you, it’s different from when I’m with Alice or Gil.
It makes me feel kind of uneasy.
I want you to show me different emotions such as “happiness” or “joy”.
Like the fireworks we saw that day, I want to go look at the sights you don’t know about together.
Hehe… So, at that time,
———will you let me take your hand again?
“Echo.”
To Oz-sama,
Thank you for your letter.
No one has ever sent a letter to me personally. I was very surprised.
I was even more surprised by the content.
Oz-sama, a lot of the sentences you wrote were embarrassing to read.
Do you know how many times I had to stop reading because my face got hot?
The rest is not well-explained.
You said when you’re with me, “it makes me feel kind of uneasy,”
but what does that mean?
It’s a strange coincidence, but when I’m with you, I also feel “uneasy”
and it's something I can't even describe,
so please tell me the true meaning of that word next time.
NOTES:
唯一 無二 [Yuiistu Muni] — I invariably got this as "one and only" until recently. While that's what I see listed as the translation first in most cases, I also see it means "unique" or "irreplaceable" and the like. So it could also be something like "uniquely beautiful".
むず痒い [Muzugayui] — This word has become my arch-nemesis. The main translation I find is "itchy", which just does not make sense in English sentences. I've also found it can mean "creepy" or "uneasy feeling", and a friend who looked into it for me saw someone say it can mean an indescribable state of mind. I went through several options before I settled on "uneasy".
君 [Kimi] — After learning about the various words for "you" and their meanings recently, I revisited this just to see which ones I saw here. I kind of lost it when I found this at the end of Oz's letter. Now, this can be used in several circumstances (in another letter, I saw him use it in a quote from Break), but it can be used by a boy talking to his girlfriend. I will also note that I have no reference to the Japanese text in the manga, so for all I know this is what he normally says to her and I'm overreacting.
エコー [Echo] — I just wanted to note that these were actually voiced at the events apparently. So I like to think about that at the end of his letter...
私 [Watashi] — Because it's noteworthy, Echo uses a first-person pronoun, which she only does after that "I am" moment in the story, I'm told.
Now, some background. I was ordering various things from the event, including the booklet which contains the Letters From Oz to the main cast, and a few of the random pack responses, which I was extremely lucky to get Echo’s from.
I actually got the responses first, which meant I was left guessing on what Oz wrote. Without context, I really couldn't decipher the results very well. I thought there might be a vague reference to the ship, which is Word of God confirmed canon, but neither of them had any clue yet.
But, then I got Oz's letter. I think I literally screamed when I was reading the first pass through Google. It makes me so upset that you see next to nothing of them in canon, and literally nothing in the official artwork. The fact that you only get to see Echo with her abusers just enrages me.
"But Noise is feeling better." NO. It's not okay, it's not nice. She deserves so much better both inside and out of canon. Don't even get me started on Vincent...
Anyway, I'm very happy because this is the closest there is to having Something for them in the midst of that literal nothing.
EDIT: WOW THANKS TUMBLR, apparently my draft posted when I wasn't actually finished getting this together. There may be a few other changes. Sigh...
EDIT 2: Okay, this is the final version. Sorry about that.
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Fluff Alphabet | Mason Mount
credit to @chelsclub for the gif x
Here is a fluff alphabet, it has been ages since I wrote one. Hope you enjoy this, feedback is always welcome. If there is any letter which you would like a seprate imagine for please let me know.
Word Count: 1,644
APOLOGISING - “Look I am sorry” he mutters. A silly petty argument over who was doing the dishes. “No I am sorry, we were both annoyed. We are both silly. Come on and lets just do the dishes together” laughing away as you both reluctantly agreed to do the dishes together even though the pair of you hated it.
BEARD - There was something about Mason when he hadn’t shaved. He looked so fit and you would obsess over it. Just rubbing your hand against his beard with your long nails.
CHELSEA - Going to Chelsea games was one of your favourite things to do. You loved going all over the country and world to support him. Being one of his biggest fans, you never wanted to miss a single moment of his career.
DATE NIGHTS - You and Mason had a plan where you would pick little pieces out of a small jar which had date nights on. You loved having spontaneous date nights and never knew what would say on the pieces of paper until you picked it out. It was one of your favourite date nights and loved every moment of it.
ENGAGEMENT - The day you will never ever forget, the day Mason asked you to become his wife. The happiest day of your life. Let’s set the scene, in the Maldives on a remote island. The sand in between your toes and the water as blue as you had ever seen in your life. “y/n, I love you so much. Will you marry me?” you gasped as Mason revealed the ring. “Yes yes yes” you shouted as you jumped and cuddled him in his arms. “I love you” you whispered as he put the ring on your finger. The most magical engagement.
FAMILY - Mason was extremely close with your family likewise you were with his. You loved seeing him interacting with your family, it was so beautiful to see. You just loved seeing him interact with the children, it was so adorable and you couldn’t wait to see Mason with a family sometime in the future.
GOLF - “Why are you dragging me here? to play golf. Me play golf” you rolled your eyes, as you moaned while you watched him unload the golf cart. “Thought it was fun and you always moan when I come here, so that’s why I made you come along” you sighed. “Thanks, now lets see if I can get a hole in one” he let out a laugh as you threw him a glare. “Oh yeah sure you will” he smirked as he watched you miss the ball on several occasions.
HOLIDAY - Even though Mason’s summer holidays were short, but you didn’t mind when you were able to explore all across the world with him. There was so many places on your bucket list that you couldn’t to tick off that list with Mason.
INJURY - Whenever Mason suffered an injury, he would always get so down because he hated not playing at all. “I am so sorry babe, I hate seeing you this sad” you cuddled up to him, pushing his messy unkept hair over away from his eyes. “Me too, I hate it too. Just can we cuddle please” he whispered as he put his face into your neck. “Of course we can” you mumbled, scratching his neck with your leg nails.
JUMP - “I am not jumping in the water with you, look how gross that is. No Mase- you are not doing it” you shouted as he grabbed you around the waist as he threw you into the water as he jumped in behind you.
KEY - “I have something for you” you looked up and saw Mason with a box in his hand. “What’s this?” you asked, looking confused as you opened the box to find a key. “A key? to what?” picking it up, looking even more confused now. “A key to my house, I want you to move in here with me” you gasped, choking on your own saliva as those words completely took you by surprise. “You serious? yes of course I will move in with you. Does that mean I get that walk in wardrobe?” you hinted. “Don’t push ya luck babe, I can easily take that key away from you” you pouted. “No you would never do that” you sassily replied, knowing he is too under the thumb to do that.
LAZY - Mornings after night games, Mason always felt lazy. “Would you like a cup of tea in bed and biscuits?” you asked him as you climbed out of bed. “Yes please” smiling away as he snuggled down into the bed as you went off to grab his cup of tea.
MEMORIES - Memories would last a lifetime, every little piece that would have significance to a date or a memory. You decided to put everything into one of your memory boxes or a scrapbook. You would add every little moment into your book.
NUMBER - “That girl over there, is so fit. I want her number” Mason told his boys as you were at the same club. That was how you two met. “Hi, babe can I have ya number?” Mason cheekily asked you. “Oh erm, bit forward huh? don’t even know your name. I don’t know you” you laughed as Mason’s face went red. “Well maybe I can get to know you” he stuttered on his words. “You do have some work to do if you are wanting to get my number” you smirked.
ONE OF A KIND - Your relationship with Mason was special, you loved it. You had a weird way of working, but it worked. He was never with you long enough but you really quite enjoyed it. You and him were one of a kind.
PETS - You had wanted a pet for ages, Mason wasn’t yet convinced on the pet idea. You were really hoping to convince him. One day you noticed Mason acting a little strange when he walked in the door. As he was walking in he had something in his arms. “Oh my godness, is that a kitten?” you squealed as you walked towards the small hgrey tabby kitten in his arms as you took it from him. “Mase this is so cute, this fo me?” you asked as he nodded. “Yes baby” he nodded. “I cannot believe it, thank you so so much” you had the biggest smile on your face.
QUEEN - “My Queen” Mason would say when you walked into a room where he wanted to be introduced. “Oh Mase, this is cute” you blushed each time he would compliment you.
RED DRESS - “Do I look okay?” you asked as he walked in the room from the bathroom. “Oh my g- wow. You look better than okay, the fuck you been hiding that arse babe” you laughed as you smacked him with the t-shirt beside you. “But do I look good? No rude remarks” you faced him. “You look beautiful, that is your colour. Shows off your curves, you look insane. Is that okay for you?” you laughed, feeling your face go almost the same colour as your dress. “Thank you baby” you whispered. “We best go, don’t want to be late” you nodded as you both headed off to the event.
SICK - Whenever you weren’t feeling well, Mason tried his best at playing nurse and looking after you. Getting you water, tissues on standby, hoping that he didn’t mess up and also that he didn’t get sick while looking after you. But he was always the cutest nurse.
TIME - You hated being away from Mason, whenever he went away for pre-season it would make you so sad. Time made the heart grow fonder. That was the only way you could look at it, that when time was up and Mason could come back. You would finally have time with him and only him.
UMBRELLA - You and Mason liked going on walks together, maybe not ones in the rain but you needed an umbrella for this one. It was so gloomy out and you needed some fresh air. Your walks was always a place where you got to clear your head.
VINTAGE - Going to vintage fairs was one of your favourites, you had no idea why you liked it so much. “You do not need that babe” you laughed as you watched Mason with what looked like a dog piece of art work. “Why not?” he huffed at you. “It will look so good at home” you laughed. “No it won’t” you laughed before dragging him away.
WATER - Swimming was one thing you loved, you absolutely loved being in the water especially when you were on holiday. Sometimes Mason would throw you in the water which would squeal like you were attacked
Xxxx - In the early days of dating Mason would send you so many kisses on texts and still to this day it would make you laugh. As that was always an in joke you would still do it every time you text him.
YOU - Mason helping you deal with the media, the way people treated you because you were dating Mason. He would always tell you that it didn’t matter what people would say about you, but sadly it did matter to you. He was always so reassuring and comforting to you, it was so lovely to see.
ZOO - One of the best date days were going to the zoo. You loved it so much, seeing all of the animals with Mason. “I love coming here, it makes me just so happy” you grinned as you pulled Mason around the zoo. “I do too, it is great” he smiled as you explored more of the zoo.
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Forged in Love
Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader
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Master list
Part 6
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It had been a while since the party, you weren’t sure how long given that time was pretty irrelevant to you as an immortal, and because it went by so slow and fast thinking about Hephaestus and Zeus’ proclamations, respectively.
You were brought to reality with a knock on your door.
“Hermes! What are you doing here?” You always liked him because he was always all over the place, literally and figuratively, but he was harmless yet so full of life. He never seemed to grow dull of his immortal existence.
“Hi Aphrodite, I am just here to bring a message, but now I gotta fly! You know Hades, if I am on time it means I am late!” He said this while handing you a beautifully handwritten letter. He didn’t even wait for a response before he flew away, and so you went back into your room to open the letter.
Aphrodite,
Please join me in my home tomorrow. We have much to discuss concerning your future.
~Hera
It was impersonal but beautiful handwriting so you had to admire it. You were nervous it would have to do with Zeus’ comments at the party, as any prospects for a husband were revolting to you. But there was no way you could say no to the queen, so you sighed and went to pick out an outfit to suit the occasion. It gave you comfort to throw yourself in the beauty that is fashion.
Upon arriving at the house of the king and queen once again, walking up the ornate steps seemed less daunting than you imagined. You were resigned to the fact that they would make you get married, but you steeled yourself in preparation knowing you would say your piece wanting a choice in suitors.
“Welcome, Aphrodite. Mother is just through there.” Hebe gestured to one of many doors lining the corridor.
“Thank you Hebe” You said, kindly. Everything you said came out in a sweet and alluring voice.
You knocked on the open door and walked in. Hera was sitting, regally sipping on an ornate cup in a poised manner. She always appeared so confident and poised, you couldn’t help but be a little envious of the regal vibe she projected.
“Come in Aphrodite, thank you for joining me” She said kindly but with no affection. You merely nodded knowing she said it out of social niceties knowing you couldn't’ say no.
“It is an honor to be invited as a guest of the queen.” You replied with the socially expected response.
“There is no need to waste time, I think it is better if I just say it. My husband has mentioned to you that you will be getting married.” It was matter of fact, as she set her cup down on the ornate table. She handed you a cup to which you took with a nod.
“Thank you, yes he mentioned it at the party for Demeter and her daughter, Persephone.”
“He could have had better timing I’m sure, but nevertheless he is convinced you getting married will solve many problems he faces.”
“And what problems do my singleness cause?” You could tell any charmspeak you possessed was lost on her because she could see right through you. She raised an eyebrow slightly which was enough to put an end to any tone you might have had, or wanted to give.
“He does not want a war to break out because of you. He is in the middle of…a delicate matter with Demeter, and doesn’t want another problem on his plate.” You knew very well he and Demeter didn’t get along, and he didn’t do well with multitasking.
“Do you really think it would come to that?” You asked, seriously.
“Yes.” She simply replied. This flattered you deeply. Though you didn’t like the idea of the gods, the idea they would fight over you, gave you great strokes. Fighting over your beauty, for love etc. how could you not be flattered as it was your very essence? She watched you carefully.
“I do not blame you for enjoying the idea of that, given who you are, but you must understand a war on Olympus, no matter how small, would be…detrimental. We are still recovering from the Titanomachy, and that was ages ago. Not everyone was there, but those who were remember and we all feel the impact still. So, to avoid this, you must be married. You understand.” You hadn't thought through it that much other than how it affected you, but you couldn’t argue with her logic. It did make sense. A deep sigh,
“What is it that you want of me?”
“Cooperation. There is no need to fight this and throw any tantrums.” She gave you a knowing look.
“Hera, I cannot promise to never throw a tantrum, as you say, but the worst of those days are behind me” You knew she referred to your more immature, selfish, dramatic days in the beginning of your existence. And you weren’t perfect, but you tried to keep your outbursts to a minimum, even though many situations seemed justified to you.
“Then we are on the same page. Let me list the eligible gods.” She pulled out a golden scroll and began.
“Ares, of course, Apollo, Hermes, Dionysus, Hades…” You started to tune her out becoming overwhelmed. No one on the list was a shock, you had thought of them all too in anticipation for the day, but they all stood out to you, in a bad way.
“Now, these are just eligible, but not a logical choice. Hades is out, you two would not make a good match, and he needs a strong match as one of the three, no offense” She could care less if offense was taken and it was; it is never good to hear you are not good enough.
“Dionysus is out.” You said. She merely nodded.
“Obviously.” You were glad she agreed, you didn’t know what to expect.
“Hermes is a good choice so he will stay on the list, but Apollo cannot.”
“Agreed” You said. You hadn’t talked that much with Apollo but he was rumored to be with multiple mortals, and you wanted a faithful husband, though you knew it was unlikely, even given your beauty. Men can have it all, the most beautiful, the most lovely, the most caring, and they will still give it all up for a few minutes of nothing that doesn’t come half as close to what they have at home. One thing both immortal and mortal men had in common. Hera had her own issues with Apollo, so it was no wonder she wanted him off the list but there was more to it. There always was. Besides, you felt a kindred spirit in her at this moment knowing finding a husband was important to her, not only because she was the goddess of marriage, but because hers was a sham. For all her flaws, you never once saw her be unfair when it came to blessing marriages (those that deserved blessing).
“So that leaves Ares and Hermes.” She said, looking up at you.
“So it seems” You murmured while thinking. Ares you didn’t want, and Hermes was a nice acquaintance but could you truly make a life with him?
“Personally I do not want Hermes on the list, for a few reasons, but the one thing Zeus agrees with me on is that he wouldn’t care enough about a war starting he would just go with whatever is happening, and only until it was too late start to care about the damage.”
“I would have to agree with your majesties.” You told her, knowing Ares was the only suitor left.
“So that leaves Ares,” She said pointedly.
“And he cannot also be taken off the list?”
“Other than the fact he is a complete oaf, he fits all the criteria needed.” Hera said. “Besides, no one else is left on the list.”
“I have to say, I am not surprised at this conclusion, but if it makes a difference I do not want to marry him.” You told her honestly, without breaking eye contact. She smirked slightly.
“I assumed as much and I am glad to hear you say it; offering it of your own volition. I told Zeus you would not want to marry Ares, and it will go over better to tell him you offered it rather than him suspecting me of manipulating you.”
“I would like to think you wouldn’t try, and even if you did, I would be able to not allow myself to be manipulated again. I am older and hopefully more wise, especially with the company I keep” You hedged. She bristled a little.
“Athena is wise, and there are worse friends to have.” You thought this was the nicest thing she had said about Athena, ever. “But I need to know, do you even want to get married?”
“I do.” You didn’t hesitate which only slightly surprised you. “I am the goddess of love and I want that for myself, and once upon a time I was desperate enough to believe Ares and I had it, but I was young and naive. I want to marry for love.”
“We can’t all be so fortunate. Even Posiedon and Amphtrite have their problems, and they put up the best facade.” You could hear the pain in her voice.
“We can hope.” You offered.
“Perhaps.” She seemed diplomatic and unconvinced. “Anyway, if Ares is so repulsive to you,” She gave you a knowing look, “There is one more option that wasn’t on the list.”
“And who is that?”
“My son.”
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