Watching the punisher I realize I’m in love with frank castle (Jon bernthal) and billy Russo (Ben Barnes) :) anyone he’ll find smut about them. Please and thank you
A/n; finally guys this is the last part of my series!❤️ i hope that you enjoyed my annoying self and i’m so sorry for not posting for like… two months but my adhd self decided to self distanced himself from writting lol
Summary; Y/n dreams finally comes true, with the man that she loves to death.
warnings; fluff, mature language
words; 1.1k
Three years later
“tony come back you didn’t finish your cereal!” you yelled out at your two year old son that had just took off with his father, while holding your little girl, willow, in your arms.
“mommy I’m not hungry anymore.” Tony cried out.
“tony you need to eat your food if you wanna be a big boy” you told him.
“sorry honey but that’s a dump thing to say.” Your husband showed up out of nowhere with a foot-ball in his hands.
“if that was true I would be superman by now, not penguin” he said making your son laugh hysterically.
“well if penguin was like that and I was batman… damn… would let him kill me and then apologize about it” you winked at him making him smirk.
“it is a good thing then that you’re not batman and I’m not penguin” he said approaching you, making you roll your eyes.
“daddy!” your little girl squealed in your arms for her father.
“hey baby girl, love that your reminding mommy how she should call me at nights” he grinned as she took willow in his arms.
You were so grateful that your son had gone back to resume playing in your backyard.
“jesus billy, she might be ten months old, but she still can understand you in some way, ya know” you said rolling your eyes once more.
“then what if we leave willow with tony and go upstairs to have a more private… talk” he winked.
“in your dreams pretty boy” you laughed.
“indeed that is the only place that we’re having that kind of talk nowadays” he sighed.
“whatever bill” you said and went back inside to wash the dishes.
So, as it may seems, it is a fact that in those last three years you and billy had finally managed to built your own family. Tony was born almost one year after you reunited with your husband and turns out half a year later, your pregnant again with your little princess, willow.
Furthermore, you still kept in touch with pepper and morgan, but only through phone calls and etc., because you were still wanted back in the USA. Looks like your fight for mankind was not good enough for them to forgive you and let you return to your birth country, yet you didn’t mind.
You had built a new life here with billy, having created your own small family, so you couldn’t be more grateful about it. All your pain and all the shit you went through, belonged to the past now.
As for Curtis, he didn’t mind bothering you and billy again. You had learnt that he was married now, but still kept on talking to ex-vets. You were glad though that he didn’t try to come after you at all.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt your husbands arms wrapping themselves around your waist while he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“what are you thinking about?” he finally asked you.
Sighing you whipped your wet hands in a towel and turned around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your rested your behind against the kitchen counter. He kept his own arms still around your waist.
“I was thinking about how grateful I am to have you and our babies in my life” you answered truthfully while pecking his lips.
“i didn’t do anything about it love, don’t know what you’re talking about. You went through all that pain while I quite enjoyed myself in the making.” He smirked and you playfully smacked his arm.
“are you horny mister russo?” you smirked back.
“how can I not be if I’m having you as my wife?” he winked at you as he leaned in and started kissing your neck.
“I’m sorry to break it to you honey…” you said while pushing him away “but it’ll take you months to put your pretty hands on me again” you bite you lower lip.
“what?! No love you can’t do this to me… I can’t stand a day not touching you” he cried out as he tried to touch you again but you avoided him.
“nah ah, you said it yourself, you didn’t do anything more than enjoying yourself while I was having the worst pan in my life honey, so now is time for pay back” you said turning around and resuming washing the dishes.
“babe come on—and how long will this torture last?” he asked sighing.
“until I go through that hell of a pain again and manage to break your hand” you giggled.
“wha—you know to get through this I have to fuck you ag—“ he cut himself of as he reached out to turn off the tap while turning you around so he could face you.
“y/n…” he started.
“yeaaahh…” you responded while trying to hide your smirk.
“are you…?” he said.
“am I what billy?” you giggled and suddenly his face expression went from a confused one to an excited one.
“baby…” he said while tearing up and you couldn’t help but squeal while wrapping your arms around his neck again.
“yeah” you breathed out.
“are you…” he didn’t finish as you nodded your head positively at him.
“oh my…” he breathed out as he picked you up in his arms and spin you around making you laugh from excitement.
“I love you so much y/n” he said as he put you on top of the counter “you don’t know how lucky I feel having you all to myself love. Thank you, thank you so much for being my wife” he said as a tear spilled from the corner of his eye.
“billy…” you sighed as you whipped his tear off “I love you too honey, never forget that, you are my whole world and I would do a=everything in my power for yours and our babies’ happiness” you finally said as you leaned down to kiss his lips softly while he placed his hands gently on your hips.
“thank you for sticking with me billy” you both laughed.
“thank you for tolerating me, my love” he said back as he kissed you again.
“told you I dreamed about out family billy, thank you for making my dreams come true” you hugged him.
“cannot believe that I’m holding you right now in my arms y/n” he said while kissing your hair softly.
“what can I say, I’m quite of a superhero, am I not?” you said and you both broke out laughing.
A/n; so i was thinking about finishing the series here, but then i had an incredible idea so please put your seatbelts onp.s. read the second a/n at the end ‘cause i don’t wanna spoil anything yet!!
Summary; Y/n receives a weird phone call.
warnings; fluff, angst, mature language, unedited work
words; 1.6k
Spring of 2018
It had been four months since you and Billy were finally leaving in peace, yet no upcoming pregnancy.
After that day on the beach and all the events that followed, you decided that you wanted to leave free for a little bit. Good thing that your ovulation was low and you didn’t actually got pregnant. Now, you were extremely happy that you could spend all the time that you wanted with your man.
You still kept in touch with your father and that’s how you know that he was intending to marry his- for so very long time- assistant- Pepper. You couldn’t be more happy about him. You knew that he loved her and you liked her very much too, so you wouldn’t mind calling her step- mother even though she was insisting on you calling her by her name, because she was saying that you wanted to be best friends- yes, she knew about you and Billy.
This morning your father called you again, to ask you if it’s okay with you to have another sibling. The first thing that came into your mind was that Pepper was probably pregnant, but no. He just told you that he had a dream that night that he and Pepper had a daughter called Morgan. You thought that was very sweet and of course you told him that you couldn’t be more excited about it.
However, he brought up the subject of having grandkids again, so you just rolled your eyes and told him that for the time being, you just wanted Billy all to yourself… he just called you ‘horny’ and that you need to calm your hormones down.
After you finished talking to him, you went in the kitchen to find your husband cooking. You approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his shoulder.
“Hello love…” He smiled down at you.
“Hi.” You blushed.
You couldn’t believe that after all these years, he still was able to make you blush without even trying.
“What are you cooking?” You asked him then.
“Your favorite, y/f/f.” He told you making you squeal and tighten your grip around his torso even more.
“I love you I love you I love you.” You giggled while standing on your toes and kissing his cheek multiple times making him giggle.
“You’re so cute.” He said while turning around, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you onto the kitchen island as placed himself between your legs.
“No! You’re cute.” You fired back laughing.
He laughed with you and brought your lips into a loving kiss, while having his hands gently placed on your waist drawing circles under your shirt. By the time, the kiss deepened and your guided your own hands around his neck, bringing him even closer, as he squeezed the flesh of your waist.
“I love you too sweetheart.” He smiled when he pulled away, but before you could say anything he attacked his lips onto yours once more, kissing you even more passionately this time.
The palm of his hand started going downwards and stopped when he had finally grabbed your ass, slapping it playfully making you yelp into the kiss. As the kiss started getting even more heated, you heard your phone ringing and pulled away with a groan.
“Weren’t you just talking with your father?” Billy asked frustrated.
You didn’t answer him, because you were taken aback with the caller ID. It was an unknown number calling from the USA. You immediately panicked thinking that somehow Homeland had found out about your whereabouts.
“What is it?” Billy asked more worried now.
“I… it’s from the States.” You finally said making Billy’s eyes go wide.
“Don’t answer it.” He told you making you look at him with a arched brow.
“Are fucking stupid Billy that I’m going to answer the freaking phone when someone calls me from the States as we are actually wanted criminals?” You said sarcastically.
“That sounds so hot when you say it.” He smirked.
“Shut up Bill.” You said and your phone finally stopped ringing making you let out a deep breath.
“Thank God…” You exclaimed, but sooner or later it started ringing again.
“Turn it off.” Billy instructed.
“Wha—”
“Turn it the fuck off, Y/n.” He repeated, but you didn’t move so he just grabbed your phone and pressed the off button.
“Ughh…” He sighed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck.
“It’s okay, Billy, they won’t find us. I promise.” You said while stroking his hair.
“But what if they already did? Who was calling you Y/n?” He asked you concerned.
“I don’t know Billy, but I promise you that if someone will ever try to hurt yo—”
“Don’t you dare say that you’re gonna use your powers.” He cut you off.
“But—”
“No buts Y/n. You remember what happened last time. You don’t even know what I went through when you collapsed that day in my arms Y/n. It felt like I had just lost my whole world. I can’t get through that again, please.” He pleaded with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
You were speechless.
“Promise me… promise me that you won’t use your powers, not even if the worlds ending.” He begged you.
“I promise you Billy, I won’t use my powers.” You finally said, kissing his forehead.
A few hours later, you had eaten your food and now you were both cuddled on the sofa while watching your favorite movie. Billy had literally spoiled you.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he saw your eyes closing.
“Hmm… just sleepy is all…” You said yawning.
“Time to take my Queen to bed then.” He said and got out of your arms before lifting you off the couch- bridal style- and leading you to your bedroom.
When he laid you down, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly.
“Please, lay with me.” You pleaded.
“Okay baby, just wait a second to go downstairs to turn off the lights.” He exclaimed softly as he kissed your forehead and left.
Several minutes later, Billy hadn’t come back yet. Suddenly, reality hits you and you thought that someone had captured him. Panicked and worried you shot up from the bed and grabbed one of Billy’s guns that he had on his nightstand, before making your way downstairs carefully.
When you reached the living room, the lights were still on and the TV was playing the movie that you were watching previously. As you started searching the house, you didn’t find any evidence that someone had broken in. When you entered the kitchen, you found silence, but you saw your phone on top of the counter where you had left it in the morning. A thought crossed your mind then that the caller had to do something with Billy’s disappearance.
So, with no Billy around you grabbed your phone and turned it on, deciding to call back whoever had called you in the morning.
After a few seconds someone picked it up.
“Yes…” You heard a familiar voice.
“Who is this” You finally asked.
“Y/n?” You heard the person saying your name.
“Yes, it’s me Y/n, now tell who the fuck are you and why did you call me!” You demanded.
“Y/n it’s me, Bruce, Bruce Banner.” He said making you gasp.
“What? Bruce?” You were so confused.
“Y/n I called you because something terrible happened. Thank God your still here.” He sighed.
“Bruce, what’s going on?” You asked worried as you made your way to the living room where the lights were still on, in hopes that Billy had reappeared in some kind of way.
“I was in some planet with Thor and Loki and then Thanos appeared and I came back to the Earth and Stephen was here, Stephen Strange and something bad had happened and we called your father, Tony and he came and then I wanted to call you too, but you weren’t answering your phone and then that thing appeared in the sky and those three weird people, God if I can even call them ‘people’, came and then there was a fight, and Peter and your dad and Stephen went into that spaceship which took of to space and then we went to Wakanda and then there was an even bigger fight an—”
“MY FATHER WENT TO WHERE?! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING BRUCE?” You practically screamed into the phone.
“I’m so sorry Y/n…” Bruce said.
“You’re w—” You had started crying when you saw a shell of dust on the floor.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Bruce asked concerned due to your silence.
You looked at it confused and kneeled down to exam it.
“What happened next Bruce?” You asked him to continue as you were still curious about the tone of dust in your living room.
“You won’t like what’s next Y/n…” He warned you.
“Oh please my father is on space and my husband’s missing, what else could have gone wrong?” You said ironically.
“Billy’s missing?” He asked you worried.
“Yeah… and I don’t know what might’ve happened to him Bruce.” You said while trying to wipe your tears away.
“Y/n, when did Billy exactly disappear?” He said next.
“Like… thirty minutes ago, Bruce…” You sobbed.
“Y/n… 50% of the population of the Universe is gone…” He informed you and you choked on oxygen.
“What?!” You yelled.
“Thanos Y/n… he turned 50% of living species into dust.” He exclaimed and you felt like you lost the Earth from under your feet.
a/n*; i know that there’s a big timespan between the events of civil war and infinity war, but for the story’s needs it will be like 4-5 months difference
Darkling/General Kirigan/Aleksander Morozova x Targaryen!Reader
Part 1
Shadow and Bone and Game of Thrones crossover
A/N: My new story is finally released y’all! Sorry if it took a while but this semester has me in a chokehold. I will be publishing it as a series so I hope you lovelies enjoy! And as always feedback and reblogs are much appreciated and let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist! Have a beautiful day!
Summary: Imagine being the youngest Targaryen and the half-sister of Daenerys. You had lived most of your life in captivity, shut off from the world after your brother Viserys married you off to an old lord at the age of 12 as means to get rid of you for being a half-breed. You used to be a bright and free-spirited child who saw nothing but the goodness in those around you, but the experiences you faced made you grow cold and distant with a lack of remorse for the wicked. Not wanting to live the life your brother had chained you to, you ran away and finally reunited with your sister and helped her win back the throne. (Season 8 never happened) Wanting to build a life of your own, you set sail across the seas with your dragons and army, traveling far and wide before venturing into foreign land in a place called Ravka where you stumble upon a kingdom with a king who you loathe, believing him undeserving of rule. During your stay there, you cross paths with a certain raven-haired general with aspirations of his own. Will you stand alongside him in his mission, or will you take the throne for your own and rule as Y/N Targaryen, the Dragon Witch Queen of Ravka?
Warnings: vulgar language, mentions of rape and abuse and suicide, mentions of abuse against a minor, mentions of incestuous themes, violence and gore, sexual themes. This series will have some dark themes so please read at your own risk.
Notes: slow burn, angst, enemies to lovers trope. Flashbacks are in italics.
Flashback takes place in Pentos 4 years before Daenerys’s marriage to Khal Drogo. Reader is 12 while Daenerys is 13.
“Something doesn’t seem right.” You muttered out in a faint voice. A frown was painted on your features as you stood by the balcony overlooking the sea that touched the coast of Pentos, watching the small waves caress the sandy shores while your fingers traced along the cracks and grooves that lined the stone handrail.
"Whatever do you mean?” Your sister Daenerys asked from behind you while she brushed through your hair.
“Why is Viserys having us dress up?”
“Well he said we’re having important guests.”
“Yes but I don’t understand what that has to do with us.”
"I don’t know. I’m sure it’s important with whatever he is doing.” Daenerys shrugged as she separated parts of your hair for a braid, running her fingers through your lengths lovingly before interlocking them with each other. She had always loved your hair growing up, believing it to be unique to the Targaryen line who were known for their silver hair. You had instead inherited your mother’s skin and her hair, which was a rich y/h/c that cascaded down your back. If one were to see you amongst your siblings, they would not have recognized you as a Targaryen if it weren’t for your eyes. Like the famous dragon riders of long before, you shared their purple orbs that had passed down generations, a proud symbol of their Valyrian heritage. While Daenerys’s eyes were a striking color of violet reminiscent of the flowers themselves, yours were the color of amethysts with flakes of gold that resembled a bit of the fire that embodied the dragons of your name. Despite being the bastard child of Aerys Targaryen, the Targaryen blood still ran through your veins, and the talk of you and your sister’s beauty had reached lands as far as the eye could see.
“Am I being sent away?”
“What? Of course not! What gave you that idea?”
“He’s mentioned it before. I know that he hates me for being a half-breed.”
“Don’t say that.” Daenerys sighed, tying off your braid before resting her hands on your shoulders. “I don’t think Viserys is going to send you away y/n.”
The sound of the door creaking from being opened echoed through the room, and as you turned towards it, you saw your older brother Viserys waltz in, a confident grin plastered on his face as he stridden over to the two of you with a bundle of dresses draped over his arms. “Ah. There the two of you are. I bring gifts from the North.”
“The north?” Dany looked at him with her brows knitted together in confusion. “From who?”
“Our new guests of course. This one is for you Dany.” He handed her a dress before turning to you. “And this…..is for you. Pretty isn’t it? Feel the fabric, fine wool from the north.”
You gave Viserys a quizzical look before eyeing the bundled up dress that was draped over his arms with much skepticism.
“Well go on. Touch it.”
You reached a hesitant hand towards the dress, twisting the dark gray fibered fabric that was trimmed with embroidery between your fingers with a distasteful look on your face. “It’s rough.”
“That’s because it’s wool. It’s meant to keep you warm against the cold.”
“But why? It’s not cold here.”
"Because dear sister.” Viserys moved a loose strand of your hair behind your ear before placing his fingers under your chin with a smugness hidden behind the fraud paternal gaze that masked it. “You are getting married.”
Your face paled in reaction, your eyes widening at his words while every inch of your skin turned cold.
“M-married?” Daenerys stuttered in disbelief, her voice small, afraid to raise her tone at him in fear he’d lash out like he had many times before to keep her amenable. The violets of her eyes which were usually bright, now grew dark and flickered with the thoughts that ran through her head. “To who?”
“A wealthy lord in the north. Well,” He rolled his eyes in disappointment. “Not wealthy enough but still. He paid quite the price for this one. Now she can finally be off my hands.” Viserys stared down at you with coldness in his gaze, his grip on your chin only getting tighter as his nails started to dig in to the skin there, causing you to wince. There was something behind the pale lilacs of his eyes that mirrored just a flicker of the past, of your father, The Mad King. You had never met your father, for he had died before you were even born. But you had heard plenty of stories through Viserys and others, and you could have sworn you saw that same madness in your brother in this very moment. But there was also something else that you couldn’t quite put a name to, something you were still too young to quite understand even though the sense of it unsettled you. It was a look that you had often seen whenever he was in the presence of Dany. Though there was that same bit of lust hidden behind them that he shared for Dany, a look that disgusted you whenever he glanced upon your sister, there was also contempt, a hatred that only filled them in your presence despite the brotherly smile he put on.
“The north? You’re sending her to the north? You-you can’t.” You heard Dany whimper beside you while you glared back at Viserys, your nails digging into the skin of your palms.
“I’ll do as I please. And this one is going to do as it is told. Aren’t you half-breed?”
“But you can’t.” Daenerys pleaded. “She’s only 12. She’s just a child.”
"And so are you. Quiet Daenerys.” Viserys snapped at her before turning back to you. “You. Undress, now. I need to make sure Lord Pythias is getting his coin’s worth.”
“But-” You quivered.
“Now. Before I do it myself.”
Your hands trembled as they fumbled with the buttons of your dress, tears forming in your eyes as you did not want to bare yourself in front of your brother. You were filled with resentment towards him, your fingers itching to claw those foul eyes out from his skull so that he could never look upon you or Dany ever again. But your fear had overcome your anger, and so you did not have the strength nor the courage to do such a thing. “Viserys please don’t make me do this.” Your lip quivered as you lowered your gaze to the floor, your hands clutching your dress over your chest once it dropped down your shoulders.
“Viserys please.” Daenerys begged, pulling on the sleeve of your brother’s tunic. "Marry me off. But not y/n.”
“Quiet Daenerys.”
“You can’t do this! She’s all that I have left. Please don’t send her away!” Your sister cried out, the sound of desperation in her voice stopping you from letting your dress fall to the floor.
“I said quiet!” Viserys hit her with the back of his hand, causing Dany to tear up as she held her reddened cheek.
You fumed at the sight of him striking out at her, your nostrils flaring and your breathing quickening. You don’t know what came over you as you bared your teeth and attacked your older brother in blind fury, it was almost as if all that abuse that you had endured, bottled up inside had finally boiled over. “Don’t touch her!”
Viserys was caught off guard of you lunging yourself at him as he watched you with wide eyes. His hands were held out in front of him as he tried to fight you off until you brought your hand down at him and scratched him across his face.
“Agh! ……….You hit me. Why you little bitch.” He stood stunned for a moment from the stinging pain on his cheek, touching his face to see blood on his fingertips.
You stepped back in a mixture of fear and disbelief, coming into realization of what you had just done. “Viserys p-please. I’m-I’m sorry.”
“How dare you! You little half-breed whore!” Viserys’s face distorted into rage as he threw you to the ground and hovered over your form, pinning you down while repeatedly hitting you across your face with the back of his hand. You cried out in pain from his violent strikes, writhing under him as the ring that he wore on one of his fingers sliced across your face in small cuts. “You’ve made a big mistake you little slut! You have woken the dragon! And now you’re going to pay for it!”
“Viserys stop! Please!” Dany cried out as she fell to her knees with tears streaming down her face as she tried to reach out for you.
“What in the name of Westeros is going on in here?” A loud booming voice was heard approaching the area.
Viserys stopped with an annoyed expression, turning towards the door to see Illyrio Mopatis appear in the room. “What?”
“Have you lost your senses? Lord Pyhtias wants her untouched, not a single mark on her. What will he think when he sees this?” Illyrio huffed once he saw you pinned beneath your brother, your skin flushed scarlet with small drops of blood trickling out from the tiny cuts that lined your face, along with a deeper cut that had formed on your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut against the tears that ran down the sides of your face and burned against your newly formed wounds while you held your arms up to shield you.
“The little bitch opened her mouth.” Viserys got off you and stood to his feet, looking down at your shivering form with pure disgust before calmly telling Illyrio. “I’ll just tell Lord Pythias the bitch fell down some steps. After all, her being a virgin is what matters to him most.”
“Heavens sake. Get her cleaned up and dressed. They should be here any moment.” Illyrios voiced, shrugging the whole thing off before walking away.
“Get her dressed and ready Dany.” Viserys ordered with a clenched jaw. “And you, half-breed, do not disappoint me, or else I’ll have Pythias and his men take their turns with you in front of the whole city to get what I want.”
Daenerys quietly watched him leave the room before rushing over to your side, her face filled with worry as she helped you up from the floor. “Shh it’s okay y/n. I have you.”
You sobbed into your sisters shoulder, tears pouring down your face as she cradled your trembling form in her arms, rocking you back and forth and softly singing you a lullaby while tears streamed down her face as well. The both of you were hurt, terrified, and neither of you wanted to let go knowing what was to happen.
The wedding had come much sooner than you had wanted as you stood in the dining hall with your sister and Viserys beside you, waiting for your future husband to arrive. Both you and Daenerys wore the dresses gifted to you, the heavy fabric of the north scratching against your skin, something that you were not at all accustomed to from being in the weather of Essos. Your face had been washed off of the blood, and though the wounds were not deep, the pain of it was still there, stinging beneath the clear ointment that your sister had applied. Your eyes were glassy, lifeless, nor was there a single thought amongst them as you stared out at the tile floor of the hall. You prayed to the gods for some miracle, anything, wanting it to be the sudden death of Lord Pythias and his men, wishing for a great storm to come and bury his ship at the bottom of the sea and drown those that sailed it. But the gods worked not in your favor, for just a few moments later, one of the servants entered to announce the arrival of the Northerners.
You blinked out of your lifeless daze, looking up from the ground from the feeling of your sister’s hand grabbing yours. And as you looked towards her profile, you saw a frown sitting on her lips. Her skin which was normally pale, was now almost as white as the hair that sat on her delicate head. You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it quickly after sensing Viserys straighten up beside you.
“Remember what I told you sweet sister.” You heard him say in your ear. “You wouldn’t want all his men having you for themselves now would you. After all, one word from me and I’m sure Lord Pythias would be more than eager to act upon it.”
“No.”
“No what?” He clenched his jaw, his hand tightly pinching the flesh of your arm and causing you to wince. “I need you to be clear.”
“I promise I’ll obey.”
“Good.” Viserys smiled with a nod in approval as he retuned his hand back to his side. “It’s a good thing you and Dany are pretty, even though you’re just a half-breed. I would sell the two of you to every man in the world and let them fuck you if it meant me getting the throne.”
“May the gods gift you a crown of fire.” You muttered under your breath.
“What was that?” Viserys hissed.
“I said, dear brother, may the gods gift you a crown of fire. A crown fit for a dragon, for fire cannot kill a dragon.”
“A crown of fire fit for a dragon.” Viserys smirked at the thought, his eyes glossed over with his own delusional ambitions, oblivious to the darker meaning you had behind it, and that you had meant it more as a prayer of vengeance that the gods might soon fulfill rather than a tribute to his honor. “I like that. I hope that you might one day see it dear sister, to see me with the crown I so rightfully deserve.”
The three of you turned at the sound of scattered footsteps echoing off the walls, the clicking of boots tapping against the floor like hooves against dirt, getting louder and louder. And as you looked towards the entrance with panic written in your eyes, you saw a group of men enter the hall led by a short older, rather stout looking individual in the front with another man walking beside him. Their clothes were dark and gray, devoid of any color and character, a stark difference to the vibrance of Essos that you were so accustomed to. The boots of the men were still caked with the mud from the North, tracking the dirt all over the floors as they went. And they carried with them their house banner, a symbol of a boar. Your fingers tightened around the cold hand of your sister, your jaw clenching as you watched the man leading them get closer and closer to where you stood with your siblings, his form swaying with each heavy step until finally stopping in front of Viserys.
“Lord Pythias.” Your brother nodded his head respectfully. “It’s an honor to have you join us.”
“The pleasure is all mine Viserys!” Lord Pythias patted your brother’s shoulder before gesturing to the man that had remained at his side since you saw them enter through the doors. “This here is my personal bodyguard and advisor Sir Bjorn Maurinus from Braavos.” Lord Pythias spoke in a voice that was throaty and wheezy, as if he were struggling with each line he spoke, the sound unpleasant to the ears and what one would describe as the snorting of a hog.
The man whom Pythias had just introduced remained unmoving, giving Viserys just the slightest nod that barely went noticed. Bjorn Maurinus was a tall man of a lean figure of age 47, and there was a certain sharpness about his stature from the hook of his nose to the deep browns of his eyes that made you curiously drawn to his character, for there was not a single sign of emotion nor change of expression in the impassiveness of his face in the time that he was there. Your eyes caught the glint of the handle that belonged to his sword that sat at his hip, and as you lowered your gaze, you noticed that his left leg had been cut off below the knee, where a wooden limb had now replaced it. Bjorn had noticed you staring at his wooden leg, and with an unpleasant twist of his thin lips and a scowl in your direction, he pulled his cloak over to cover it.
“Well well well, this must be my new bride.” You heard Pythias draw out his words, looking over to see him disgustingly leer at you with a lick of his pale and chapped lips, the way a predator would his meal. His irises were a dull gray, lacking any sign of warmth or compassion in them, reminding you of the blades of daggers and swords that were used to cut down men. And his eyes themselves were toad-like, sitting far apart from each other on his face and bulging out of their sockets.
“Indeed. Come sweet sister.” Viserys waved you over. “This is my youngest sister y/n. Your new bride-to-be. What do you think?”
“She’s pretty, really pretty.” Lord Pythias came over to grab your jaw, lifting and turning your face to each side as if he were inspecting cattle. It took everything in you to not flinch and shrivel away, even the mere smell of him made you feel ill. And now that his face was a mere inches from yours, the sight of him disgusted and horrified you. Viserys had noticed the way you recoiled and in response grabbed you with a flare of his nostrils, gripping your arm firmly between his grasp to keep you in place. From the pressure Viserys was applying around your arms, you were sure the prints of his hand would leave a bruise in its place. Lord Pythias was much older than you, a man in his 50s with thinning hair whom you thought had no business marrying a girl of your age. You could tell that he had not bathed in days, the smell of him was absolutely rancid and turned the contents of your stomach making you feel nauseous. He reeked of ale and beer and it was evident in his breath from the way he breathed so heavily on your face. And from the way the whites of his eyes and his skin tinted of yellow, it was clear that he drank often. His hands had not been washed either for there was dirt underneath his fingernails as you could feel the grime on them just by him touching you, and you were definite they would leave a trace once he removed his fleshy fingers from your face. “Her face is cut up.” Lord Pythias gave a disapproving look.
“Yes, well,” Viserys cleared his throat, “my dear sister can be quite graceless at times and fell down some steps.”
“Hmph. I wanted her pretty for the ceremony. Is she a virgin?”
“Oh of course, she hasn’t been touched by a single man, I made sure of it. I’m sure your lordship finds that agreeable.”
“Oh yes.” The man smiled at that. “And what of her figure? Has she grown into her womanly curves?”
“No, not yet, she turned twelve just a few months ago.”
“Good. Good. I’ll take her.” Lord Pythias dropped his hands from your face before turning to his bodyguard. “Bjorn, hand Viserys his gold.”
You watched with unsteady breaths, your heart pounding in your chest as if it were to burst through this very second and leave you dead in order to save itself as you fixed your gaze on the leather pouch that contained your weight in gold be handed over to your brother. Tears threatened to spill from the corner of your eyes and your knees trembled beneath the skirt of your gown. It felt as if your legs were in the process of giving out underneath you, and if it weren’t for your sister, your surely would have collapsed to the floor. You felt powerless, trapped between the walls that would soon become your life. The gold was a declaration of your imprisonment, an emblem of your dying freedom, and there was not a single thing left to save you now.
“Perfect.” Viserys smiled, weighing the pouch of gold in his palms. “Illyrios, bring in the guests will you. It’s time that my sister got married.”
The wedding ceremony had been short and forthright, not a single ounce of elaborateness or emotion in it as you were cloaked and joined at the hands for the tying of the ribbon. It all seemed like a fever dream as it passed, just a blur of the senses as you now sat at the dining table for the feast. Lord Pythias had been seated beside you, drunk from his many glasses of wine and howling with laughter as he shouted boisterously amongst his peers while Sir Bjorn Maurinus sat quietly on your right. You had not touched your food during the whole feast, your face wooden as your stared down at your plate, occasionally flinching in repulsion each time that Lord Pythias placed his meaty hands on your thighs. You found yourself staring time and time again at the knife that was placed on the table in front of you, lined up perfectly with the other silverware, the silver glinting across your eyes in a beam of light. You found yourself drawn to it, as if it were calling out your name for that sweet escape, just that quick swipe of the blade and it would be over, all of it. It had not even been more than two hours in the time that you were married, and you already dreaded it, wanting nothing more than to end it here, right now. As if suddenly overtaken by a trance, you found yourself reaching for the knife, closing your fingers around the cool metal until a voice stopped you.
“What do you think you are doing?” Sir Bjorn’s spoke from beside you, his voice thick with the accent of Braavos from the roll of his r’s.
“I’m-I was going to eat.”
“The girl lies. That’s a load of horseshit if I’ve ever heard one.” Sir Bjorn pulled the goblet to his lips, taking a sip of the dark wine. “I know that look girl.”
“I-I don’t know what you mean.” You turned towards him only for him to prevent you for doing so.
“Don’t. Keep your head forward. Now tell me. A girl turns 12 and weds a cunt old enough to be the father of her father. You had not touched your food since it was placed before you. You and I both know what your intentions are.”
“Is it so wrong then? It’s my life to take.”
“The girl wishes to die then.”
“…………Yes. I-I don’t want to live through the wedding night.”
“So. The girl wishes to die and never see her sister again, instead of fighting and living to see another day.”
“If I fight, I put my sister at risk.”
“Not if the girl dances with her enemies.”
“What do you mean?”
“If the girl is patient, she can live to see another day.”
“How?”
“One step at a time.”
You caught slight movement at the corner of your vision, shifting your eyes ever so slightly to see Sir Bjorn lower his hand to offer you a small vial.
“Take this. Keep it in the folds of your sleeves. And do not let a single soul see it. Understand?”
“What is it?” You dropped your hand to your side, making sure to keep your eyes forward as you took the small glass vial in your hand,, feeling the contents swirl inside as you stuffed it in the sleeve of your wedding dress.
“When he takes you to his chambers on his ship tonight, offer him a glass of wine and pour a drop in. It will keep him unconscious until sunrise and he will not remember a thing.”
“And then what? How long am I supposed to keep up with this act?” You questioned, but to no avail, for when you turned to look at him, he had returned to his meal and avoided your gaze, his face once again that unreadable expression as if the conversation had never happened.
The sun had started to set upon the horizon, casting the sky in brushstrokes of reds and oranges that reflected against the waters of the earth, painting the sea the color of blood as far as you could see. The scene almost looked ominous as you stood by the docks, waiting for Lord Pythias’s men to board the ship until it would eventually be your turn to step onto the wooden plank that lead to it. The cloak that Lord Pythias had gifted you was wrapped over your shoulder, the furs of the collar tickling against your cheek from the light breeze as you huddled against Daenerys, the two of you holding on to each other as if it was the last thing left of your mortality.
“I don’t want to go.” You stared out, scowling at the sight of Viserys and Lord Pythias laughing with each other, the two men that singlehandedly ruined your very existence and will to live.
“I know.” Daenerys spoke softly. She had tried so desperately to not weep in front of you, but it came to a point that she could no longer hold back the tears as they poured down her face.
“Daenerys……if I don’t make it back.”
“What are you on about?”
“I’m being serious.” You turned to her with tears in your eyes. “By the time the ship sails, I will be on my way to the North. None of us have been there, and it is far from here. Gods know what will happen to me. I might never see you again.”
“Don’t say that.” Daenerys shook her head frantically as she held you tighter. “The gods will bring us back together.”
“You don’t know that!” You snapped. “You-you don’t know that. Gods. I-I-can’t do this. I can’t get married to him.”
“Y/n!” Viserys voice rang out as he called out to you. “It’s time for you to go to your new home!”
New home. You scoffed at the thought. You were positive your new home would end up becoming the death of you. You stared into the violets of your sister’s eyes with widened eyes of your own, watching the tears roll down her pale cheeks before throwing yourself in her arms and sobbing into them. “Daenerys, I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this without you.”
“Y/n. Y/n.” Viserys’s voice became louder as he walked up to the two of you with an annoyed expression on his face. “It’s time to go. You wouldn’t want to keep your husband waiting now would you?”
“No. I don’t want to be his wife.”
“Y/n, what did I tell you.”
“Brother please.” You tried to reason with him but yelped in pain as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.
“Listen here you little half-breed cunt!” Viserys hissed as he pulled at your hair to make you look at him.
“Ow! Viserys you’re hurting me.” You clawed at his hands to free yourself from his grip.
“I don’t give a damn! That man paid good money for you. And you’re going to keep him happy by being his little whore, or I swear on my mother’s grave, I will let you rot in the North while every single man there fucks you like the little bitch that you are, and you will never see your sister again!” Viserys snarled in your ear before ripping you away from Daenerys and dragging you away to the ship by the back of your dress.
“Y/n! Viserys please!” Daenerys fell to her knees as she watched you get further and further away from her reach.
“Dany!” You craned your head back to look at your sister, your cheeks wet with your tears as your feet struggled to keep up with Viserys’s steps.
“This is your last warning half-breed.” Viserys stood you on the deck of Lord Pythias’s ship. “There is no one there to protect you now. Do I have your word?“
You stared up at your brother, seeing the coldness in his eyes. "Yes. You have my word.”
Viserys smiled at your answer, pushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ears before stroking your cheek with his finger. “Good. That is all I ever wanted sweet sister, your obedience and your loyalty. I promise, when I am king, I will bring you back home so that you, Dany and I could finally be together, where we belong.”
For a moment, you swore you saw that old part of Viserys, of what used to be your kinder, younger brother who did everything that he could to take care of Dany and you. You fluttered your eyes closed against your tears as Viserys placed a soft and lingering kiss to your forehead, your body aching with the emotions that filled you as you watched your brother step back onto the dock.
“Lady y/n.” You heard Sir Bjorn step up beside you. “Right this way please.”
You followed the man to the end of the ship, stepping onto the back deck as the ship started to set sail. It felt as if you no longer had the ability to cry, the tears that had streamed down your face just a second ago, now dried up from the air as you stared out at where your sister stood next to Viserys on the dock. Your expression matched hers as the wind blew against you, blowing back the braid that Dany had done that morning as you clutched the cloak closer to your frame. The ship started to sway beneath your feet against the waves as it began to set sail, leaving the shores of Pentos. The glass vial felt heavy in your sleeve as you stood unmoving, your eyes never leaving your sisters as she became smaller and smaller the further out you went into the sea until she became just a speck in the horizon. And when you could no longer see any remaining sign of her, of the one person you cared about, you turned away, not knowing if you would get out alive to ever see her again.
Darkling/General Kirigan/Aleksander Morozova x Targaryen!Reader
Shadow and Bone x Game of Thrones Crossover, maybe even Lord of the Rings added in there.
A/N: Hello lovelies! This is just something I plan on working on pretty soon here. Let me know if you are interested in the idea and would like to be added to the tag list!
Notes: slow burn, angst, enemies to lovers trope
Summary: Imagine being the youngest Targaryen and the half-sister of Daenerys. You had lived most of your life in captivity, shut off from the world especially after your brother Viserys married you off to an old lord at the age of 12 as means to get rid of you for being a half-breed. You used to be a bright and free-spirited child who saw nothing but the goodness in those around you, but the experiences you faced made you grow cold and distant with a lack of remorse for the wicked. Not wanting to live the life your brother had chained you to, you ran away and finally reunited with your sister, acting as her right-hand and her most trusted advisor and helping her win back the throne. (Season 8 never happened) But after all you had went through in your early years, you yearned for a life of your own; your own journey and your own path, something you could work and build towards with your own hands. So you set sail across the seas with your dragons and with soldiers of your own, traveling far and wide before venturing into foreign land in a place called Ravka where you stumble upon a kingdom with a king who you end up despising, believing him undeserving of rule. During your stay there, you cross paths with a certain raven-haired general with aspirations of his own. Will you stand alongside him in his mission, or will you take the throne for your own and rule as Y/N Targaryen, the Dragon Witch Queen of Ravka?
Summary: After a sidewalk collision, Ben and Madelyn end up with each other’s phone. They quickly right things but find the chance encounter has had more of an effect.
Warnings:excessive fluff, and curse word or two.
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Madelyn only bothered to look up from her phone when it rattled out of her hands and onto the London sidewalks when a shoulder hit hers hard. Another phone clattered next to hers.
“Ow.” She rubbed her shoulder and reached down to grab her phone, tucking it into her coat pocket.
“I’m terribly sorry.” The soft British accent hit her ears.
Madelyn’s head snapped to the source, blond curls covering half her face until she pushed them out of her way. The man was tall, with dark hair and impossibly dark eyes. She gulped. “A.. apology accepted.”
“Is this Kings Road?” he questioned, grabbing his phone and tucking it into his coat pocket.
She stood there, dumbstruck for a moment. “Kings Road?” Then she snapped back to her senses. “KINGS ROAD.”
“Kings Road.” His eyes darted. “I’m running late, so if you could point me in the direction…” He flashed her a smile, his nose scrunching up.
“Uh… end of this block, take a left.”
The smile on his face widened. “Thanks.” He gave her a quick hug before taking off at a jog. He called after her. “Sorry about the shoulder.”
Madelyn watched him until he disappeared around the corner, giving a little wave. “Bye handsome hot guy with no name.” She muttered to no one but herself before continuing on her way to her job.
There’s a throbbing behind your eyes, and your side aches as you shift beneath the soft silk covers. Then you frown. Silk covers? Where are you?
Then you remember. Climbing through the pillars of stone that support the foundations of the Cavern of Stygia - known for its pitch black tunnels and the low survival rate of explorers who dare to brave the darkness. Your torch had gone out, and you had squeezed your way through a large fissure in the rock after catching a glimpse of light. Feeling your way through the dark, you thought you could hear voices in the distance.
There was a sickening crack, and the floor seemed to dissolve beneath you. You must have lost consciousness. But that still doesn’t explain the silk sheets.
You open your eyes slowly, though the low light in the room helps with your aching head. As you tilt your head to survey your surroundings, you hear a voice remark softly,
“You’re awake.” You sit up hurriedly in alarm, ignoring the searing pain as your body protests against the sudden motion. A cushioned headboard presses into your spine as you back away from the figure standing at the end of the bed. A pair of impossibly dark eyes meet your frantic ones. A shiver runs through you as you note his lack of irises.
You swallow hard, trying to keep your breathing steady as you come to the realisation that you are in the company of a Dark Elf - meaning that you are in a colossal amount of trouble.
If the pitch black eyes weren’t indication enough, as your eyes adjust to the low light more of his features become clear to you. Pale skin, with deep scars that trace their way over his cheeks and forehead. There’s some dark facial hair surrounding his lips that creeps over his jawline. His hair looks thick, though it’s currently slicked back, and it’s just as dark as his eyes.
Your eyes flicker briefly over the room, taking note of the contents. Everything looks ornate and luxurious - all in varying shades of black with shimmering silver accents threaded throughout the room.
“You’re a clever little thing aren’t you?” He muses, and you raise your eyebrows questioningly, hardly daring to voice your thoughts. “Awake for barely a minute and you’ve already picked up on three exits.”
You swallow hard, your eyes fixed on him.
“I hope I don’t have to tell you not to bother. You won’t get passed me.”
He’s right. There’s no chance of you fighting him off. Out of all the species of Elves, Dark Elves are the most dangerous. They pride themselves on their ruthlessness, and are trained to kill from infancy. His smile twists dangerously,
“Though I wouldn’t mind if you tried.”
They’re also known for their sadistic nature.
You remain still, every muscle in your body tensed in wary anticipation. The elf in front of you is still watching you with his dark eyes, a spark of curiosity dancing in their depths.
“You know what I am?” He asks, and you nod slowly. There’s a small crease of confusion that crinkles his forehead, making the scars there shift slightly. “And you’re not screaming?”
Your voice is a little hoarse as you remark quietly,
“I doubt screaming would help me.” He laughs, and it’s a clear, chilling sound.
“So clever.” He remarks in a sigh, before asking in a small voice, “Will you say it?”
“A Dark Elf.” He grins, leaning closer, his hands press onto the obsidian covers at the foot of the bed.
“Would the clever little human like to share their knowledge?” He phrases it like a question, but you scour your memory quickly.
“Dark Elves live deep underground. They rarely visit the world above, and are known for their efficiency with weapons and fighting.” Your voice is unsteady, and you trail off at the end. His gaze is far too direct and you don’t know whether you should meet his eyes or look away.
“Anything else?” He prompts, knowing that there’s one fact in particular that’s been burning bright in your thoughts. After a shaky breath you add,
“Dark Elves enjoy torturing humans.” He shrugs lightly as he moves slowly around the bed.
“That’s actually a common misconception.” You frown before asking tentatively,
“You don’t like torturing humans?”
“I didn’t say that.” He says with a smirk. “It’s usually more of a personal preference.” You decide not to ask what his preference is, not certain whether you’ll like the answer.
He leans his hip against the bed, his eyes still fixed on you.
“Did you know we have a matriarchal society?” He asks, his head tilted to watch your reaction. You shake your head, and he continues. “Meaning that, whilst I have value as a Lieutenant, my standing in society will always be lesser - without a wife.” The corner of his mouth curls when he catches the confusion in your eyes, and he shifts closer.
“Humans are quite the rarity for us. Every elf dreams of having a human spouse.” His eyes roam appreciatively over you, and your cheeks warm instinctively. “Soft and warm, where we are cold and hard.” There’s an edge of longing in his voice, before he sits down on the bed beside your legs, and he remarks offhandedly, “You have no idea how many people I had to fight off to bring you home with me.” Your eyes widen when you realise what he means. That he had most likely killed the other elves that had tried to take you for themselves.
He reaches out, tracing a finger over your cheek delicately. His fingers are pale and cold, and a shiver runs through you at the feeling of his skin brushing so tenderly against yours. His voice is quiet as he purrs,
“With a little treasure like you for a wife, I’d be practically royalty.”
You retreat, shaking your head as your heart hammers in your chest. Your fingers curl tight in the pillow beneath you, and the elf in front of you tilts his head as he watches your reaction.
“No?” He asks softly, and you swallow hard.
“I can’t marry you.” He pushes himself off the bed, crossing over to the drawn curtains. You narrow your eyes in expectation, waiting for the room to be bathed in light. Instead, the level of light barely increases.
“You think you’d survive out there on your own?”
The smooth wooden floor is cold against your bare feet as you cross the room, you eye the man beside you warily, before you turn to look out from behind the glass. You can feel his gaze on you, as you stare out of the window, but you’re too shocked to care.
You’re in an underground cavern, dark rock enclosed around you for as far as you can see. Roads and pathways have been carved into the stone, which allow elves to wind their way along the streets. Strange, pale lanterns provide the only light, as well as the low light from the windows of houses. You’re surprised by how beautiful the buildings are, all made of stone with intricate carvings that include mixtures of precious stones and metals which simmer in the muted glow of the lanterns.
His voice is low, and he’s closer than you realised as he speaks.
“There’s countless elves that would see you as their own personal toy. Your only purpose would be a pretty thing for them to break.”
“And you don’t?”
“I won’t hurt you.” He insists, his voice serious. Then he smirks. “Not unless you ask me to.”
“How can I trust you?” You reason, and he shrugs lightly.
“You can’t. But I have an offer for you.” You eye him cautiously as he continues, “You can’t go back to your own world yet.” You frown at him, alarmed by his assurance.
“Why?”
“The only way out is through climbing the Starless Steps.” Your frown deepens, and he continues. “The only time the Steps are visible is during the height of the Full Moon, meaning that you have a whole month until you can leave.”
The Starless Steps. The moon must have been at its height when you climbed down, and it must have shifted when you were plunged into darkness. Which was how you had ended up falling down and losing consciousness.
“What’s your offer?” You ask warily.
“Spend the month with me.” Your eyes widen, and he hurries to continue his explanation. “If, by the day before the next Full Moon, you don’t want to marry me then I will personally take you to the Steps.”
“And if I try to leave now?”
“I’d say that’s a waste of a good opportunity - for us both.”
“For us both?” You remark, with doubt in your voice. He nods,
“Yes. I get granted the social status I want, and you get to live a life of luxury.”
“Who says I want that?”
“Everybody wants that.” He looks around the room. “All of this could be yours, clothes, jewels, the house itself.”
“I don’t even know your name.” You say softly, and he turns back to study you with his dark eyes. There’s a crease between his brows for a moment, then his expression softens,
“It’s Billy.” Such a normal name - you’re rather taken aback by it. You look down at the floor briefly.
“Just Billy?” He shakes his head lightly, with a soft grin,
Billy opens up Blackbird Studios, the tattoo shop, buying the space next door to your cafe - The Bird’s Nest. Due to the similarity of the names of your businesses, people often comment on how cute of a couple you are, even though you and Billy have never actually met. Though in the few months since Billy opened up shop, you have met Billy’s friend Frank, and his wife Maria, as they often let their kids stay in your cafe while Frank gets a new tattoo from Billy.
(kinda inspired by the John Wick Universe - there’s also a little hint that the reader is bi but it’s only a sentence or so)
drabble under the cut
“Business or pleasure?” A familiar voice asks you. A smile tugs at your lips, and against your best efforts, your heart skips a beat. You tilt your head aside, looking at the man beside you. Billy Russo smoothes down the front of his perfectly pressed suit as he leans his back against the bar. The bartender places your drink down in front of you.
“You know the rules Russo, no business on hotel grounds.”
“And you’re such a stickler for the rules, aren’t you darlin?” You shake your head at him with a small sigh, trying to ignore the warmth blooming over your cheeks. He smiles teasingly as he leans closer to you, speaking in a low voice, “You know a little birdie told me, that you might be in line to take over this place after good old Alfred kicks the bucket.”
“Oh really?” You remark coyly, narrowing your eyes at him. “Can I guess which little birdie?” He shrugs, rolling his shoulder lightly,
“Feel free.” You hum in thought, looking down at your glass.
“Angela? No, wait no. She’s not your type.” You tap your finger against your lips, your brows creased in thought. You don’t notice Billy’s eyes fixed on your lips. “Lucy.”
He tilts his head aside with a tiny frown.
“How do you know what my type is?”
“Was it Lucy?” He nods, his frown still evident. A victorious smile tugs at your lips, and you take another sip of your drink. Noticing Billy’s frown hasn’t softened, you add an explanation, “We have the same type.” He takes a drink, his eyes never leaving your face.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He says, his voice deepening slightly which makes you shiver. “You didn’t answer my question earlier. Business or pleasure?”
“Pleasure.” You respond, taking a sip of your drink with a small hum of satisfaction. “These are the only drinks in the city I can trust.” Billy signals to the bartender, a silent request for his usual. “What about you - business or pleasure?”
A wicked grin spreads across Billy’s face, his eyes dark in the low light of the bar.
“Both.” You laugh lightly, shaking your head at him. He nods in thanks to the bartender as his drink is placed down in front of him.
“Isn’t it always with you?” You remark teasingly. His mouth parts in faux shock, before he mumbles into his drink.
“Not sure if I should be offended by that.” You shrug lightly before explaining,
“If you’re here on business you usually find a good looking someone to spend the night with.” Mischief fills Billy’s eyes in response to your words, and he leans one arm against the bar as he looks at you. “And if you’re here for pleasure, your buddy Frank usually ends up pulling you onto one of his jobs.”
“You’re very observant.” He says earnestly, then a smirk tugs at his lips. “Should I be concerned?”
“I told you. I’m not here on business.”
“Would you be open to somethin’?” You mull it over briefly, it wouldn’t be the first time you and Billy worked a job together.
“Depends.” You say, and Billy’s smile widens. “What’s the job description?” His tongue darts out, licking a line over his teeth and he grins when he notices your eyes following the motion. His dark eyes look you up and down as he takes another drink, before he sets his glass down in front of you.
Soft sunlight glows through the curtains, and you feel a gentle breeze over your face as your eyes flutter open. You shift slightly, feeling a plush mattress and smooth sheets against your body. You lift your head up, looking around the room. It’s large, and very clearly lived in. Everything is neat and tidy, but there’s belongings dotted around the room. The sheets are slightly crumpled in the space beside you, and shock runs through you at the realisation that Billy must have slept beside you last night.
You look down at what you’re wearing - a soft silk nightdress - and you’re bare underneath it. The last thing you remember from the night before is falling asleep in Billy’s car. The thought of Billy carrying you up to bed, and undressing you, before sleeping at your side makes you shiver.
There’s a tray of food on the bedside table at your side of the bed, along with a note from Billy encouraging you to eat and get dressed, before meeting with him in his office - along with directions to his office. You take your time eating from the tray, before you decide to take a look around the room.
As you examine the contents of the dressing table, you’re shocked to find your things. Well, they’re not your things. Everything is sealed, brand new. But it’s all what you would use, as well as the things you have always wanted but never dreamed of actually buying. The little sample bottle of perfume that you had been trying to make do with until you could save up for a bottle. Now, you’re looking at a full sized bottle, accompanied by a matching lotion and travel spray. Everything looks like they’re straight from an expensive gift box - the kind you would look at during Christmas time and dream of buying for yourself. The shades and styles of makeup that you use - you’re looking at them, but all from designer brands.
You open up the closet, and are greeted by the sight of Billy’s clothes. You had your suspicions before, but now you’re certain that this is his room. Which means you’ll be sharing this space with him, for however long you’ll be here.
Moving onto the next closet, you open the doors to reveal a rail full of clothes. T-shirts, pretty bralettes, stunning dresses. You open up the drawers beneath them, and find formal trousers, jeans, and skirts. Opening more drawers you see delicate underwear sets, and silky nightdresses. Everything is your size. Exactly. It looks like every different brand, and fit style has been taken into account. Some of the trousers even look tailored. You’re baffled by how he’s done all this.
Once you make sure the bathroom door locks properly, you decide to have a shower. Your mind is still reeling from the events of yesterday and everything you’ve seen since waking up. It’s one of the most luxurious showers you’ve ever had in your life, but you struggle to appreciate it fully with Billy clouding your thoughts. Despite the perfect room, and the breakfast, you can’t forget his promise of punishment.
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Billy is alone in his office when you arrive. He glances up momentarily, his eyes locking on you for a moment. Then he looks back down at the papers on his desk.
“Lock the door behind you.” He instructs you without looking up at you. Swallowing hard, you do as he says. “Take your clothes off, fold them neatly, and place them here.” He says, gesturing to the end of his desk. You were expecting your punishment when he had asked you to come to his office.
Billy doesn’t look over as you begin to remove your clothing, though he desperately wants to admire every inch of you. His shoulders are tense, he’s still not happy about what happened yesterday. Whilst it plays into his hands perfectly, giving him the perfect excuse to make you his, he hates that you were in danger even for a brief moment. You place your folded clothes on his desk and he glances over at you.
“Hand me your panties.” He orders and you pick up your panties, before handing them to him. He folds them over several times before gesturing for you to stand between his thighs. “Open your mouth.” You do as he says, parting your lips for him to press the fabric into your mouth. You bite down on the material, effectively gagging yourself.
“Good girl. Now bend over my lap.” You’re about to drape yourself over his thighs when he grasps hold of your chin firmly, “Three taps on my thigh if you need to stop.” You nod in acknowledgement and he releases your chin. You bend over his lap, resting your elbows on one side of his chair, leaving your ass exposed to the air. Your toes dangle, brushing lightly against the floor. Billy runs a finger down your spine, admiring the shiver that runs through you in response to his touch.
You tense lightly when his hand ghosts over your ass cheek, but all he does is rub soothing circles over the skin there. He shifts his chair forward, and you hear the click of a computer mouse. Frowning, you lift your head up, but Billy removes his hand from your skin to push at the base of your neck. He presses your head back into place, and you shudder at his simple display of control over you.
His hand returns to your cheek, rubbing circles over your skin, before squeezing lightly which draws a small moan from your lips. Unknown to you, a smirk plays on Billy’s lips.
Then you feel a light tap against your ass. It barely stings, and it wasn’t what you were expecting from him. You thought he would be the kind to spank you hard, and make you count every smack.
Billy keeps the majority of his attention on the contract open on his computer screen as another tap lands on your ass. You bite down hard on your panties, trying not to squirm. But being in such a position, draped over his lap, with the warm of his thighs beneath you, has you desperate for him already.
He gets himself comfortable, resting his hand against your skin. The heel of his palm remains on your ass, it’s only his fingers that move up and down to swat at your cheek.
Every tap warms the skin of your ass, jostling the exposed flesh and sending a flood of need straight to your core. It’s not nearly enough to satisfy you, though it thoroughly frustrates you.
It takes him just under an hour to read through his contract. At this point, a thin sheen of sweat glosses over your skin and you’re trembling with need. Your ass stings with every gentle swat, and you’ve been whining and keening every few minutes. Over the last ten minutes or so, he’s slowed down, rubbing your tender skin after every few taps. He pulls your panties from your mouth, leaving a string of salvia trailing down your chin.
“After I went to so much effort to keep you safe, you go and put yourself in danger.” He says quietly, increasing the frequency of his swats which has you squirming.
“I know, I’m sorry.” You gasp out, your voice already thoroughly wrecked.
“Are you? Or do you just want my attention?” He asks, his fingers following the curve of your ass, nearing your dripping pussy. You whine at the thought of having his fingers inside you again. You’re clenching around nothing, and you’re certain that you’re ruining his dress pants beneath you. He squeezes your sore cheek lightly, and you bite down on your lip in an attempt to put a stop to your sounds of desperation. Somehow, Billy knows what you’re doing.
“Don’t bite your lip. You’ll end up hurtin’ yourself once I actually start punishin’ you.” A shocked whine slips between your lips - this isn’t your punishment. How is this not your punishment?
He hums lightly, enjoying having you completely at his mercy. His fingers trace over your spine, providing you with a moment of reprieve.
“How many spanks do you think you deserve?” He asks you and you tremble. Your voice is unsteady as you suggest,
“Ten?” He chuckles softly.
“What a brave girl. But I don’t think you could handle ten in this state. Let’s start with five.” You whimper at his words, desperate for a sensation that isn’t the teasing tap of his fingers against your cheek. He pets your head gently, smoothing back the stray hairs, and you try not to writhe from the lack of attention where you need it. “You can stop whenever you want.” He reminds you. You know he would stop if you asked. But you need it. You had put yourself in danger. You shouldn’t have done that. You deserve this punishment.
“Please sir.” He decides to tease a little more, he knows how close you are to cracking beneath him. He rubs gentle circles over your shoulders as your chest heaves with every breath you take.
“Please what darlin?” You frown, not understanding what he wants you to say. “Please stop?” You whimper at the thought of him stopping. “Or please spank my ass until I’m a good girl again?”
“Please punish me sir. Wanna be a good girl.” He grins at your obedience, at the sound of you telling him exactly what to do to you.
After the first spank a wounded cry falls from your lips. He waits a moment, letting the sting flood through your skin to tease at your aching pussy. There’s another whimper as the pleasure begins to flood through you.
The next spank is when it starts to hurt. The pain blooms over your skin, and the shock of the first spank dissolves, which has tears pooling in your eyes as you gasp. Billy is in awe at the sight of you. He’s certain you’ve never been this wet in your life. Your arousal is coating your thighs, and he knows that he’ll need to change his pants when he’s finished with you.
You cry out again at the feeling of the next spank. He was right, there was no way you could have handled ten of these. The pleasure and pain has your mind swimming, a dizzying haze clouding over your thoughts. Billy can feel every shuddering breath you take. He wants to hear your sobs.
You’re clinging tight onto the fabric of his pants, your nails digging into the material. If you wanted to stop, you could have easily tapped against his thigh. Instead, you press your forehead hard against the arm of his chair as your body shakes. Tears stream down your cheeks, dripping onto his leather seat as the next smack lands against your cheek.
“One more, darlin.” He murmurs, though you can hardly hear him. After the last spank your body shudders and you choke on a sob. He rubs his hand over your back as the pain settles into your cheek. His hands are gentle as he helps you sit up, in his lap. “All done, sweet girl.”
You’re shaking as you cling to him, fingers curled tightly into the fabric of his suit. You press your forehead hard against his shoulder as he holds you against his chest. As his knee brushes against your bare ass, you whimper.
“Sit up on your knees darlin.” He tells you, ensuring that you’re straddling his lap to prevent your sore cheeks from rubbing against the fabric of his dress pants. A sob catches in your throat, and a fresh bout of tears flood down your face.
“I’m so sorry.” You manage to gasp out between your tears. He brushes your tears away.
“I’m not mad at you darlin, not mad at all.” He insists, cupping your face tenderly and pressing soft kisses along your tear stains. “Been such a good girl for me. So brave, takin’ her punishment so well.” He holds you tight as your tears begin to slow, hardly believing that you’re holding onto him just as tight.
His hands stroke their way down your sides, feeling every curve and ridge as your breathing settles. Once you’re more relaxed, Billy lets his hands rest on your stretched out thighs and you hum softly as they warm your skin. Your forehead is pressed against his, though your eyes are very nearly closed - you hardly have the strength to keep them open. Billy let’s his eyes roam over your body, before they fixate on your dripping pussy.
“Look at that sweet little pussy.” He says with admiration in his tone. You’re aching for his touch, already breathless in anticipation as his fingers hover above your folds. “You want your reward, sweet girl?” You nod weakly, your voice a whisper as you respond.
“Please sir.”
He slides one finger between your folds, coating his digit with your slick before slipping it inside you. You gasp, your nails digging into his blazer as he curls his finger, hitting your most sensitive areas. A flood of pleasure rushes over you as his thumb circles your clit. Your breathing picks up, as you gasp and whimper, and you find yourself inching closer to your climax at an unfamiliar speed. He’s going to make you come undone in under a minute, and he knows it. Billy can feel your pussy clench tighter around his finger. You whine at the intensity, and Billy hushes your panicked gasps. His lips are tender against your neck, and he murmurs softly,
“Just let it all go, sweet girl. I’ve got you.” Your moans increase as your mind completely slips away from you. The only thing you’re conscious of is the feeling of his fingers in your pussy and against your clit. A whimper tears it’s way from your lips as your orgasm hits you, and you slump hard against Billy’s chest as you writhe in pleasure. “There we go. There’s my sweet girl.”
You don’t even have the strength to cling to him, your fingers unfurling from the fabric of his blazer. Billy looks down at you, your eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss as you continue to feel the effects of your orgasm. He removes his fingers from your pussy, taking them into his mouth to lick clean. Your eyes are still closed, but you can hear the hum of approval in his throat in response to your taste.
The hint of an idea crosses Billy’s mind - to set you down on his chair, drop to his knees, and bury his face between your thighs - but he pushes those thoughts away. You would probably pass out if he did that, and whilst that wouldn’t impede Billy, it’s only your first day home. He wants to take his time breaking you in.
He brushes his thumb over your cheek, and you lean blindly into his touch. You really are perfect. You stay curled up on Billy’s lap for quite some time, as he rewards you with some affectionate touches. Billy notices how you’re fighting to keep your eyes open.
“I think you need a nap, sweet girl.” You nod in agreement, though it takes quite some time for his words to sink in fully. But a nap does sound nice. Billy lifts you into his arms, which you’re grateful of - you doubt your legs would be able to support you and you’re too tired to concentrate on something like walking.
When he reaches the bed, Billy sets you down on your side. He moves away, and you hear a drawer opening. You lift your head a little, and spot him walking to the bathroom. The water runs for a moment, and then Billy returns with a damp cloth. The bed dips as he sits at your side. He wipes over your face, cleaning up your remaining tear stains. Then he pats the cloth over your warm, tender ass. There’s a small whimper from your lips and Billy shushes you gently.
“This’ll be a little cold, sweet girl.” He warns you, as he rubs some lotion over his palms before he smooths it carefully over your skin. You shiver at his touch, and Billy continues to spread moisturiser over your cheeks. He wipes his hands with the cloth, before standing and moving over to your closet.
He picks out a very short camisole, so that the fabric won’t brush against your sore ass, and he helps to slip it over your head.
“Lie on your front, sweet girl.” He instructs you, and you do as he says, sliding under the covers. You whimper a little when the quilt settles over your bare ass.
“Will you stay?” You ask in a small voice. He nods,
“I’ll stay.”
Billy toes his shoes off, sliding them under the bed. He shrugs off his jacket and loosens his tie before settling down beside you. He has work he needs to do, but his phone is still in his pocket so he can continue working once you’re asleep. But he can’t deny you his company. Not when you ask so sweetly. There’s been very few people in Billy’s life who will admit so easily that they want him. You shift closer, seeking his warmth. Settling your head against Billy’s shoulder, you rest a hand on his chest, feeling the smooth cotton beneath your fingers. It takes mere seconds for you to fall asleep, and Billy smiles fondly once your breathing evens out.
Summary: As a part of an undercover operation to gain inside access to Russo’s illegal activity, you end up getting more than you bargained for.
Warnings [18+]: public sex, fingering, dirty talk, sir kink, bit of praise kink, smidge of humiliation, tiny bit of pussy slapping, Billy technically ends up owning the reader so that’s a little dodgy (but it’s a mafia!au so it could be a lot worse)
“There’s no way Russo would fall for that.” You insist, your hands on your hips as you hear Jim talk you through his latest plan.
“Our behaviourists have picked up on the fact that he generally tends to protect vulnerable women.” He reasons with a shrug as he spins his chair around to face you.
“Well it’s nice to know he’s not a complete asshole.” You remark.
“We think it’ll work.”
“Didn’t he murder his last girlfriend?”
“That was an abnormality.”
“Let’s hope it wasn’t a common abnormality - for the sake of the poor girl who’s subjecting herself to your crazy ideas.”
“Collins has already put your name forward.” Your mouth drops open.
“Me? I can’t do it.”
“Why not? You’ve got experience working undercover, you know plenty about his business already, and - the most important part - he won’t recognise you.” You frown at him, as he continues to explain. “The majority of us have had altercations with either Russo or his men - you haven’t for some reason.”
You hope that you manage to look surprised by this revelation of his. Though you’re not surprised at all - Billy somehow always knows which ops you’re on, and clears out his men before you even arrive.
But Jim’s plan relies solely on the fact that Billy won’t know the chosen agent. The story he’s manufactured is actually rather good - you will admit that.
You would be visiting one of Billy’s clubs with a small group of female agents who would be acting as your friends, and one male agent who would be your fake boyfriend. You would be playing the classic, innocent girl dragged to a club by her friends, and her thoroughly dissatisfying boyfriend.
Your boyfriend would be tasked with racking up a large amount of debt by losing as many games as possible. When he fails to pay up, the plan is for him to offer you to his opponent as compensation. Jim is certain that Russo would step in, either claiming you for himself or simply throwing your group out of the club.
The only problem is, Billy knows what you look like, and he certainly knows what your voice sounds like. You’re positive he would know you anywhere. But, of course, you can’t tell Jim that. You can’t tell anyone that you regularly chat - amongst lots of other things - to the infamous mobster.
A small, hopeful, part of you believes that the plan would still work out. That Billy would try and protect you. But the rational part of you insists that he’ll see through the act, and he’ll send his men after you - he might even kill you himself. Whilst you want to feel assured by your somewhat unusual relationship with him, you’re not. Actually meeting him in person seems surreal. What if he sees you in person and decides you’re actually not worth pursuing anymore? What if he’s only interested in you at a distance?
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This is a bad idea. It’s a terrible, terrible idea. Yet somehow you are sipping on a drink that is approximately 95 percent fruit juice, in a white dress. You had protested against the white dress, no one ever actually falls for the innocent girl in a white dress act. But Jim insisted, so here you are. It’s a nice club, you will admit. Somehow, your group had managed to get into the more upscale area which suits you just fine.
You haven’t seen Billy yet, and whilst you don’t know exactly what he looks like, you’re certain you’ll recognise him. Your mind drifts back to a conversation between the two of you.
“Do you know what I look like?” He asks. You’re lying down on your bed, your phone tucked into the crook of your shoulder as you talk to Billy.
“I know you’re 6 feet tall. Black hair, brown eyes, white Caucasian.” You say, recounting the facts from his file. “I’ve seen a grainy photo of you, but your face was practically a pinprick. So I have an idea, but not really.”
“Does that bother you?”
“On the list of things that bother me, that’s at the very bottom.”
Now you’re nervous at the thought of not recognising him - you’re also nervous at the thought of him actually recognising you. Would he just walk up to you? Would he ignore you completely?
You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you lose focus of the game in front of you. David - your fake boyfriend - has already lost a lot of money. Then the unexpected happens. The agent tasked with opposing David gets interrupted.
“Mind if I cut in?” A familiar voice asks smoothly. You look up, meeting a pair of dark eyes. Your breath catches in your throat. It’s him. It’s finally him. Billy Russo. His eyes are still locked on yours as he unbuttons his suit jacket, and takes the seat across from you. The agent in front of you casts you an apologetic look before he hurries away - not wanting to fall onto Russo’s bad side. But you haven’t looked away from Billy’s eyes. They’re so dark. You’re hardly breathing, far too captivated by him to notice the lack of oxygen, though you do feel a little dizzy. His dark hair is slicked back perfectly, and you can’t help but wonder how disheveled it would look after running your hands through it. There’s a few thin scars over his forehead, but the largest ones curl over both of his cheeks in jagged patterns. There’s two scars over the bridge of his nose as well. Your eyes merely ghost over the scars, not paying too much attention to them. Your gaze shifts to his lips, and the dark stubble surrounding them before drifting down his neck to look at the immaculate, tailored suit that hugs his body perfectly.
He knows you’re eyeing him, and he smirks, running his tongue over his teeth. The sight of his tongue pushes the last of your thoughts from your head. A thrill runs through Billy at the sight of your eyes darkening to match his own hungry gaze. Your dress doesn’t reveal too much of your body, which Billy appreciates. He doesn’t want anyone else looking at you the way he is currently looking at you.
You’re so distracted by Billy’s sudden appearance that you forget why you’re even here. That is until David’s hand settles on your thigh. You jump a little at the contact, and you shift slightly away from him. His hand is a little too close for comfort, and since it’s beneath the table you know it isn’t a part of the act. Your eyes flicker to his as he takes a drink, a grin on his face. There’s thinly veiled disgust in your eyes. The two of you have never got along with one another - you were surprised when you were partnered on this op.
Luckily, one of the female agents asks you to join on a visit to the restroom. You nod, but David’s hand wraps around your wrist as you stand.
“Where are you going?” He asks with a frown.
“Restroom.” You inform him, hoping that your tone conveys how many lines he is currently crossing. Your expression softens dangerously, “That okay darling?” He returns your smile, releasing his hold on you.
“Course it is.” Billy watches your fists clench and unclench as you walk away. A small smile curls at his lips at the thought of you punching David in the face. Though, Billy has some far more extensive plans for David’s fate.
You’re not gone for long. You spend a little time checking your makeup and complaining about David and his audacity. You frown when you see Billy and David still playing.
“Why is he still playing against Russo?” The agent beside you murmurs. A small sigh of frustration falls from your lips before you reply,
“I don’t know.”
You look uncertain as you make your way back to the table. The majority of the women who visit Billy’s clubs wear black, red, or some other dark colour. Dressed in white, you look like a lost little lamb. Billy knows that quick mind of yours is trying to figure out what he’s up to, but from the looks of that sweet confusion in your eyes you don’t know what’s going on.
David doesn’t look at you as you sit back down beside him. He doesn’t move to touch you either, which you appreciate, but it confuses you. Billy smiles amicably at you, and you know something is wrong.
“Your boyfriend here has racked up quite the debt.”
“Cards clearly isn’t his strong suit.” Billy’s eyes glitter in amusement. “But whatever it is, he can pay it.” Billy assumes that your statement is meant to sound like innocent optimism, but he hears the prompting in your tone as you look at David. There’s a company credit card in his wallet, one to use in emergencies like this. Yes, your department will lose a large chunk of their budget, but none of their agents end up in the hands of dangerous criminals.
David meets your eyes warily, and your expression falls. You turn to face him harshly, rummaging your hands through the pockets of his blazer to search for the card. Finding nothing, you pull out his wallet. Opening it up, you scour the contents frantically.
“You don’t have it.”
“I thought I wouldn’t need it.” He argues, and you’re tempted to throttle him. You breathe out slowly, trying to find some way to ensure that none of your team dies for David’s mistake.
“Mr Russo, I’m so sorry-“ He waves away your apology.
“Don’t you worry your sweet little head about it. Your boyfriend and I have come to an agreement.” You swallow hard, not sure if you like how pleased Billy looks.
“You have?” Billy finds himself enjoying the uncertainty in your eyes, especially when he knows what the endgame of tonight will be.
“His debt has been settled. Him and your friends are free to go.”
“But?” He tilts his head, pleased that you picked up on the catch.
“But you’ll be stayin’ with me.” A few of the agents exchange looks, not wanting to leave you behind, but they certainly didn’t want to argue with Billy Russo of all people. When Jim had first walked you through the plan, you had considered something like this happening. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought Billy would actually be willing to take you for himself. You nod faintly at them, assuring them that you would be fine. Slowly, they gather themselves together and Billy’s men escort them out.
You keep your gaze on the table separating the two of you, afraid of losing yourself in his eyes again. Once you do find the courage to lift your head, you find his eyes already on you.
“So,” you say in a timid voice. “What now?”
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Your body thuds against the cold wall behind you, and you feel the chill of it through your thin dress. Billy’s mouth is on yours and you melt against his lips. He grips the back of your neck hard, squeezing the muscles there, which pulls a moan from your lips. His all encompassing kiss muffles the sound of it, but Billy feels it in your chest, pressed tightly against his own.
Billy had walked you out to the deserted lobby, where the two of you were waiting for the valet to bring his car around. His arm around your waist, the two of you had exchanged several heated looks before Billy’s mouth was on yours, pressing you against a wall.
“You’re not thinkin’ straight.” Billy says against your lips, his mouth moving against yours as his other hand grasps at your hip. A frown creases at your brows as you struggle to understand his words. “You’re in shock.” He catches your lower lip between his, and sucks on it gently, drawing another moan from you. “Poor thing.” You whimper at his almost sympathetic tone. “Abandoned by her friends, throwin’ herself at the only person who’ll make her feel safe.” You know his words are most likely correct. You’re probably an idiot for feeling safe around him of all people. But you’ve also wanted to kiss him for months now.
“Please.” You whine.
“So desperate.” He remarks lowly with a smirk. Both of his hands dip lower, one squeezes at your ass, the other pawing lightly at your breast. “I bet you’d let me fuck you right here in the lobby.” His words remind you of how public your little display would be. You shake your head, your cheeks warming in embarrassment. He breathes out a sharp laugh. “No? You wouldn’t?” You shake your head again, your desperation leaking into your movements.
“No.” You insist, but your voice is shaky and filled with need. “I wouldn’t.” He hums in acknowledgement, as if he doesn’t really believe you and is only agreeing to pacify you. He sucks at the exposed skin of your shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly over your collarbone. You tip your head back, knocking it lightly against the wall behind you. He trails his lips up your neck so murmur against your ear,
“I’m sure it won’t be long before you’ll let me fuck you anywhere.” Your mind unhelpfully supplies you with a number of different places he could have his way with you. You whimper at the thought of your legs wound tightly around his waist, your back arched over different pieces of furniture as he fucks you.
He takes your earlobe into his mouth and your hips shift forwards in an attempt at finding some friction. Billy’s hands grasp at your hips, holding your hard against the wall.
“I wonder,” he whispers softly against your ear. “If I slip my fingers into those lace panties of yours, will that little pussy be wet already?”
“How- how do you know they’re lace?” You ask with a gasp.
“The whole good little girl act, you’re definitely wearing lace under this.” He remarks, smoothing the fabric of your skirt between his fingers. Then he slides both his hands under your skirt, stroking your bare thighs and you keen into his touch. Your hands are still grasping tightly at his arms, fingers curled into the fabric of his blazer. You’re not sure whether you’re ready to pull him closer or push him away, but you don’t have the strength to do either.
When his fingers trace the edge of your panties, his face breaks into a grin.
“Now look at that.” He ducks his head down to look under your skirt. “White lace panties.”
His thumbs dig into the flesh of your thighs and you rut your hips further into his touch. He tuts at you.
“No movin’ darlin. You get what I give you.” You let go of his arms, pressing your hands against the cold wall behind you, you lean your entire body against it, hoping that it’ll keep you steady. Billy squeezes your thighs, before sliding his hand to to cup against your clothed pussy. His eyes drink in every inch of you as you try your hardest to obey him and not buck against his hand. There’s an adorable crease in your brows, and your chest heaves as he begins to rub his hand against your pussy. He groans when he feels your wetness seeping through the fabric. He’ll be able to smell you on his hand for the rest of the night. He takes a step closer, pressing his entire body against yours.
“You know you’ve been a very bad girl this evening.” He says sternly against your ear and he feels you tremble. “Puttin’ yourself in danger like that.” He speeds up the motion of his hand, before stopping to gently rub against your clit. Your toes curl in your shoes, as sparks of pleasure course through your body. “That idiot coulda been playin’ against any old criminal. Would he have sold you to them?” He muses darkly. Billy would never have let that happen. You were his, and his alone. “You’re lucky I was there. Least now you’ve got an owner that’ll take care of you.”
As always, his words have you nearly falling to pieces, and his fingers press harder against your clothed clit which prompts you to choke on a moan. He hooks a finger under your chin, guiding your wide eyes to his, and once again you’re drowning in their depths.
“I will have to punish you for this. You understand that don’t you, sweet girl?” He asks you in such a soft voice that you nearly melt.
“Yes sir.” You agree, tilting your head back against the wall again. “Oh please.”
“Please? You wanna cum darlin?” You nod hurriedly, gasping erratically against his touch. “You really think you deserve it?” You whine, shaking your head.
“Words, darlin.”
“No sir. I don’t deserve it.” He grins, you’re so perfect already. He can’t wait to break you in properly. His grin turns wicked as he swats lightly against your sensitive clit. A startled yelp is ripped from your throat, and you begin to plead. “Oh please sir.”
He rubs a few soothing circles over your mound before he gives you another gentle swat, which has you whimpering in need. He tilts his head aside, you seem to be enjoying his harsher treatment.
“How about a deal?” He proposes. “I let you cum here and now, ruinin’ those sweet little panties.” You whine at the mere thought of being granted an orgasm. “In return, you come home with me.” You stare up at him with wide eyes. “No fightin’, no runnin’, just you bein’ a good girl for me.”
You don’t hesitate for as long as you should. As soon as you nod, Billy props your legs apart with his own.
“Words, darlin.”
“Yes sir. I’ll come home with you.” A growl hums in his throat at your submission, at allowing him to take you to his house, where you will be at his complete mercy whenever he wants you.
He pulls your panties aside, sliding one finger inside your dripping pussy. You cry out at the unexpected intrusion, clenching tightly around his finger. With his other hand he works at your clit, rubbing firm circles that have you gasping. His mouth returns to your neck, dragging the soft skin there between his teeth. You squeeze your eyes closed tightly as you climax, slumping your body against Billy’s. He slows his motions, drawing out your pleasure. There’s a beautiful glaze over your eyes as Billy looks down at you. Your breathing is beginning to even out as you come down from your high, leaving you with shaky legs as you cling to Billy. He smiles at the sight of you looking so dependent on him, fucked out of your head by his fingers, curling yourself against his chest. He withdraws his fingers from your panties, and he marvels at how wet they look as he traces them over your lips. You mindlessly open your mouth to accept his fingers, humming at the taste of your release. Billy’s eyes nearly roll back in his head as your tongue laps at his digits. Fuck, you really are perfect for him.
He wraps his arms around you, keeping you against his chest for a few moments longer. The warmth of his body is comforting, as the chill of the lobby has you shivering lightly. Billy tugs his blazer off, before settling it on your shoulders. His warmth and scent envelopes you, and you shudder at the sudden sense of comfort. You still cling to the front of his shirt, and he keeps an arm around you.
“Think you can walk to the car, sweet girl?” He asks teasingly, but it’s a genuine question. Billy would gladly carry you to the car, and you’re not one hundred percent certain your legs will hold. But you nod, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. He keeps you tucked against his side as you walk through the rest of the lobby.
Billy opens the passenger door of his car, and you sit down.
A small huff leaves your lips as you pull at the seatbelt. Billy leans over, taking the buckle from your hands and securing it around you. Your wide eyes meet his, and he smiles gently at you before he reaches down to slide your shoes off, casting them down into the footwell. Once he’s done, he traces his fingers over your cheek.
“Feel free to get some sleep, sweet girl.” He withdraws from you, shutting the car door behind him. Billy walks around the car, and opens the drivers door before sitting down. The keys slide into the ignition and the car hums to life.
Practically speaking, you should stay awake and see where he takes you since he is sort of kidnapping you. But you’re going willingly? So is it kidnapping? Billy watches as your brows crease, and he smiles at the sight of your pout. You fold your legs underneath you and settle your face against the side of the chair. Billy turns the heat on, and you’re soon feeling cosy with the scent of his cologne filling the small space.
Billy can sense the moment you drift off to sleep, and he drives as smoothly as possible, ensuring that you remain asleep the entire drive home.
“Alright, what’s wrong?” Billy sighs, pulling the cover back to settle into bed bedside you. You look up from your fingers that you had been fiddling with to frown at him.
“What?” He slots one of his hands over yours, and squeezes your fingers gently as he leans closer.
“Somethin is goin on in that sweet little head of yours.” He remarks, pressing a kiss to your temple as he looks at you questioningly. Your mouth parts as you consider your answer.
“Nothing.” You tell him, and you know he’s raising a brow at you, so you add quickly, “I mean, there’s nothing wrong.” You begin to fiddle with his fingers, smoothing your fingertips over each of his knuckles. He moves one of his fingers to trace around the stone of your engagement ring.
Billy watches your brow crease as you think, and he waits patiently for you to continue. Drawing in a small breath, you ask him,
“Will you come dress shopping with me?” There’s a pause before you add, “Wedding dress shopping.”
His heart nearly bursts out his chest, at the thought of you wanting him with you when you pick out your dress. He shifts slightly, propping himself onto his side with his elbow.
“You’re sure?” You nod,
“Absolutely. I mean, the idea of it being a surprise is nice,” you look down at your intertwined fingers again before adding quietly, “but I want you to love it.”
“Sweetheart, I will love you in anything.” He assures you softly. Then he smirks, “I’d also love you in nothin at all, but I don’t think that’d be appropriate.” You laugh softly.
“Billy, I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” His teasing expression fades as he regards you fondly. “You want me there, I’ll be there. You want me to drop you off at the door with some friends, I’ll do it. Whatever you want.” You slide your arms around his waist, tucking yourself against his chest. He rests a hand on your head, smoothing his thumb over your hair.
“I want you there.” An excited smile spreads over his face.
“Then I’ll be there.”
»»———————►
“Okay, first order of business, we find the most expensive dress in the store and try that on first.” Billy informs you with a wide smile, and you shake your head at him.
“Absolutely not.” His brow crinkles, before he asks,
“Why not?”
“Well, what if I fall in love with it?” He shrugs lightly.
“Then I’ll buy it.”
“You will not.” He sighs, raising a hand in surrender. His other hand is clasped tightly in yours as the two of you walk along the pavement towards the wedding dress shop.
You and Billy aren’t planning on doing the big, traditional wedding. Because of this, you had spent quite some time contemplating whether you would ask Billy to come dress shopping with you. After all, he was the person who knew you best, and you’d be able to have a fun day with him. It would be a lot different from when you went shopping with Tessa for her wedding dress a few years ago. Her mother and mother-in-law had been invited and she spent the majority of the time hiding in the dressing room.
It feels liberating, having just Billy with you.
He ends up convincing you to try on the store’s most expensive dress. It has a colossal hoop skirt accompanied by a mountain of tulle. Huge chunky jewels adorn the bodice, and you can feel the weight of the entire dress when you walk.
Billy laughs at the sight of your unimpressed face as you pull back the curtain.
“I’m starting to regret asking you to come with me.” He stands up from his chair, making his way towards you with a smile.
“Too late I’m here to stay.”
“I look like a cupcake.” You insist with a sigh, as you cross your arms.
“A very beautiful cupcake.” He reasons, looking you up and down. “But I’m guessing this is a no?”
“A definite no.”
He nods in agreement, holding out his hand to help you walk back behind the changing curtain. He surveys the options the two of you had gathered during your wander around the store.
“Would you try this one on next?” He asks, pulling one of the dresses to the edge of the rail. You smile at his eager expression, and you nod. His brow furrows as he takes in the sight of you struggling to reach the zipper of your current dress. “Need a hand?”
A small smile tugs at your lips, before you nod again. He smiles fondly at you, and closes the curtain behind the two of you. He helps you out of the ridiculously expensive dress, and complains about the weight of it, which makes you laugh. Once you’ve hung up the previous dress, Billy is standing waiting with the next one. He helps you step into it, and you watch in the mirror as he ensures the straps are sitting perfectly on your shoulders before you feel his hands securing the zipper.
Billy’s jaw nearly drops when he takes in the sight of you. His chin hovers just over your shoulder with an astounded smile on his face. Your eyes are fixed on the dress, studying the intricate lace flowers that adorn the bodice, and trail down to taper off once the soft silk skirt begins. There’s a slit in the fabric of the skirt, revealing a sliver of your legs, which you can tell Billy is a fan of. Just looking at the dress, you can’t help but smile.
Billy turns his head to watch your face as your eyes widen and you breathe out softly,
“Billy it’s beautiful.” He hums in agreement, his nose brushing against your cheek as he corrects you,
“You’re beautiful.” You turn to meet his eyes, delight shining on your face.
Billy wraps his arms around your waist, feeling the soft fabric beneath his fingers. He presses a kiss to your cheek with a wide smile on his face. He leans in to kiss your other cheek and you giggle at his antics. He pulls back, admiring the sight of you looking so happy in such a beautiful dress.
“You wanna try on some more?” You turn back to the mirror, staring longingly at the dress you’re currently wearing. Billy watches as you run your hands down over the material, turning this way and that. He can’t stop smiling, seeing you look so pleased with yourself. You look back at him, shaking your head.
“This is the one.”
»»———————►
The sun shines on Billy’s face as the two of you place your lunch order at a diner around the corner from the dress shop. The waitress scribbles down your requests before leaving you and Billy to wait for your food. You watch Billy as his eyes scan over the few people already gathered in the diner.
“Do you want to wear your dress uniform?” You ask, and Billy frowns, his eyes falling back to you. You tilt your head aside, as you watch his expression, before adding, “What?”
“I didn’t even consider it.” He looks away, his brow creasing. You allow him a moment to think, and he tilts his head aside. “Frank wore his, but he was still in the service then.”
“You could wear yours.” He nods absentmindedly.
“Not sure if I’d want to.” You nod casually, not wanting to pressure him into making a decision.
“There’s plenty of rules you’d have to follow. You wouldn’t be able to wear a flower on your lapel. You’d need to be clean shaven too.”
“You looked into it?” He asks, with a small smile pulling at his lips. You duck your head lightly as you return his smile.
“I was looking up wedding traditions and saw something about military weddings. I know what being in the marines meant to you, so I wanted to ask you about it.” His eyes soften as he regards you.
“It did mean a lot to me. But, to be honest, there’s more bad than good that came from it.”
He rests his elbows against the table, holding a hand out to you, and you take it.
“This,” he starts, gesturing between you both. “And you. You’re my fresh start. I wanna move on from all that.” You smile at him, feeling so glad that Billy wants to leave his past behind, both for his sake and yours. He rubs a hand over his chin, sliding down over his neck. “Don’t like the idea of me bein clean shaven either.” He remarks with a smirk. You laugh softly.
“Me neither.” He grins at you.
“Oh really?” You roll your eyes at his teasing tone. Scoffing lightly, you raise your eyebrows at him as he continues to grin mischievously.
“Stop it.” He shakes his head.
“Oh no, I think I wanna hear more about this obvious preference of yours.” You drop your flushed cheeks into your hands and you hear Billy laugh. There’s a tugging on your wrists, as his fingers curl around your arms to pry your hands away from your face. “Ah ah, no hidin sweetheart.” He teases and you pout as he manages to reveal your face.
Billy leans forward, pressing a kiss to your pouting lips, and you can’t resist smiling at him.
“Will you come with me when I get my suit then?” He asks, his head tilted aside. Your smile softens as you nod, before repeating his words back to him.
A sigh heaves at your chest when you hear your phone ringing. Having only just sat down at your desk, you’ve deemed it far too early to be receiving any sort of human interaction. Although when you recognise the familiar eleven digits staring up at you, you feel more eager to answer.
“Good morning Mr Russo.” You say, every syllable pronounced in a professional tone, but Billy can hear the teasing underneath. He stifles a groan under his breath. Only you can rile him up with a few words.
“Mornin darlin.” He drawls, and he can almost hear the catch in your breath as the sound of his voice reaches your ear. A thrill always runs through Billy at the thought of you being just as caught up by him, as he is by you. “Busy day?”
You hum lightly as you look down at your schedule. Your department has been planning a raid on one of Russo’s warehouses, though it will likely end up a dead end. Billy would never let you near one of his business deals without his knowledge.
“You’d know all about that wouldn’t you?” You can picture the smirk on his lips.
“Can neither confirm or deny.” A soft laugh falls from your lips, which Billy plays over in his mind, cherishing each second of pleasure that he’s managed to give you. Perhaps one day he’ll find the courage to be able to see you in person.
“Well you certainly keep me busy.” You remark with a distracted sigh. You were intending for that to be a joke, but Billy can hear the exhaustion behind your words. He runs his tongue over the top of his teeth, feeling the ridge of the scar over his left cheek.
“Come work for me. You know I’d look after you darlin.” You stare down at your desk, mulling over his words. This isn’t the first time Billy has offered you a job. He’s right as well. Russo’s employees are loyal, the kind of loyalty only gained through looking after people. You can’t deny that being looked after by Billy sounds appealing. You can practically hear his smile widening as he adds, “And what I wouldn’t pay to hear you wish me good morning in person.”
You don’t reply, but a smile tugs at your lips as warmth blooms over your cheeks. You hear him breathe out a soft chuckle, no doubt deducing your reaction.
Over the last few months you’ve gone from outright denying him, to simply ignoring his offers. You don’t know why, but this morning you’re hesitant to give any sort of response.
“Can you do something for me, darlin?” He asks, his voice smooth and enticing.
“That depends.” Billy ignores the suspicion in your voice. He knows it’s a result of your chosen profession, not a reflection on your thoughts regarding him.
“When you go home tonight, I want you to draw yourself a bath. Hm?” You blink in surprise, and Billy decides to continue. “Remember those oils I bought you? I know you’ve still got them, hidden them away somewhere. Want you to use them tonight, get yourself nice and relaxed.” He can hear the shift in your breathing, and Billy knows that every word he says is drawing you further in. “Want you to pour yourself a drink, and soak in the tub for as long as you need to.” You might continue to push back regarding his job offer, but you could never refuse him when he talks to you in this tone. “Want you to turn your phone off - switch that sweet mind of yours off too - and take care of yourself.”
As the sound of his voice rolls around your head, you can’t stop yourself from imagining him there with you. Of his hands smoothing over your bare skin, rubbing firm circles into your tight, aching muscles. His nails scraping lightly over your scalp as he washes your hair.
“You think you can do all that for me, darlin?” He asks gently, pulling you out of your thoughts. You blink hurriedly, and through the haze in your mind the only response you can muster is a,
“Yes sir.” There’s a hum of approval down the line, and warmth blooms in your chest at the thought of pleasing him.
“Good girl.” You clench your jaw hard to suppress a whimper at his praise.
You shift slightly in your seat, and with the accompanying friction you realise how desperate he’s made you in just a few minutes. You bite down on your lower lip in frustration and you can hear him breathe out a laugh.
“Bet you’re regrettin wearin that skirt today, hm?” He teases, and heat floods through your entire body. You look around in confusion.
“There’s no cameras in my office.”
“No there isn’t.” He agrees. “But one of your walls is glass, and there’s a camera in the hallway.”
You lean forward, looking out through the glass wall of your office to glance at the camera nestled in the corner of the hallway. You can hear the grin in his voice as he drawls,
“Hello darlin.” You spin your chair around to face the opposite direction and Billy laughs. You try to ignore how good his laugh makes you feel. His laughter fades, and you hear him move his phone away to address someone in his office. His voice is stern, and you tune out whatever he’s saying. There was a time were you would strain to hear word of any of his business deals. Now you just wait patiently for him to deal with whatever has been brought to his attention.
There’s the faint sound of a door closing, and you hear him sigh.
“Busy day?” You phrase tentatively, echoing his earlier question to you. A smile tugs at Billy’s lips despite the fact that he has end your conversation so quickly.
“Looks like it. I’ve got to go darlin.”
“Have a nice day Mr Russo.” He breathes out a soft laugh at your tone, as he watches the coy smile play on your lips. You always sound so sweet, but you love to tease just as much as Billy does.
Billy smiles widely at the sight of you, bustling away in the kitchen. He’s perched on one of the bar stools, watching you nod your head along with the tune playing from your phone. His eyes follow the motion of your mouth as you murmur the lyrics under your breath. You duck your head lightly when you notice how much of his attention has been on you. A smile tugs at your lips, and you ask him to pick out a wine for dinner.
You’re both reminded of the night you met. When you had found Billy cooking dinner for you both, and he had asked you to pick a wine for you both. The very first time you put your trust in him.
So much has changed since then. Tonight you’re cooking dinner for four, rather than your usual two. Billy has invited Frank and Karen over to share the news of your engagement. You stare down at the glistening ring on your finger, and Billy follows your gaze as he wraps an arm around you to reach for the corkscrew. He presses a kiss to your forehead, before he pulls away to open up the wine.
“How long do you think it’ll take before they notice?” He asks, nodding towards your ring.
“Within the first five minutes.” He raises a brow at you.
“Really?”
“It’s a rather sparkly rock, Billy.” He grins, curling his arms around you as he looks down at the ring again.
“It sure is.” You turn in his arms and press a kiss to his cheek, bringing a bright smile to his face. You breathe out a soft laugh when you recognise the song that’s playing, and Billy frowns lightly at the expression on your face.
“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings.” You sing along softly, tapping your finger against Billy’s nose, and he beams at you. “That’s right, you’re the one I want.”
Billy tightens his grip on you, lifting you up into his arms and twirling you both around. You squeal when your feet leave the floor, and you cling tightly onto Billy’s shirt.
“We better start practicing our dancin sweetheart.” You laugh at the excited look on his face. He sets your feet back down on the floor, and you hold a hand out to him. He raises a brow at you, as you ask,
“Mr Russo, may I have this dance?” He grins at you.
“Why of course, future Mrs Russo.” A giddy rush floods through you every time he calls you that. The song certainly isn’t slow enough for any romantic swaying, and Billy grasps onto you tightly, pulling you against his body as the two of you begin to rock enthusiastically to the rhythm of the song. Billy twirls you around, and you beam at him.
It’s moments like these that Billy truly treasures. He’s never even allowed himself to dream of such things. A loving home, a family of his own. Things other people had always had, but never him. There were times were he thought he wasn’t built for this - for a love like yours. Now, whenever that thought crosses his mind, your presence alone drives it away.
You notice the shift in his eyes, and lean forward to press your lips against his, as a physical reminder of your love for him. He returns the kiss instantly, meeting your lips with increasing enthusiasm. Your hip nudges against the kitchen counter, and you know Billy is tempted by the thought of picking you up and placing you on the counter. If Frank and Karen weren’t coming over soon, you know Billy would have absolutely no qualms about spoiling your dinner in favour of making out on the countertop.
There’s a knock at the front door, but Billy ignores it, preferring to continue working his lips against yours. You tilt your head back, attempting to free your mouth to scold him, though Billy takes this as an opportunity to trail his lips down your neck. You grip a hand into his hair, and there’s a moment where you can’t decide whether you want to tug him away or hold him closer.
“Billy.” You say warningly.
“Yes,” he mumbles through his kisses against your skin. “Sweetheart?”
“There’s someone at the door.”
“Uh huh.” He doesn’t remove his lips as he speaks, and you can feel his grin against your neck. “I noticed.”
“Billy.” You insist, pushing your fingertips against his chest. His body moves with your push, but his lips don’t stray far from you.
“Alright, alright.” He sighs, pulling away from you, only to lean back in to press a hurried series of kisses against your lips. He smiles widely at the sound of your giggles.
“Billy - the door.”
“I’m goin.” He says, curling his fingers around your forearm to steady you as you slide down from the countertop. He presses a kiss to your forehead, before disappearing into the hallway. You can’t shake the smile from your face as you continue the preparations for dinner.
You can hear the sound of Billy opening the front door, and greeting Frank and Karen as they make their way inside. Frank and Billy exchange a few words with one another, though you can’t hear what they’re saying.
Karen ducks her head around the doorway, before making her way over to you with a bottle of wine in her hand. You smile brightly at her, trying to suppress your excitement.
“Hi Karen, how are you?” She smiles back at you as she sets her bottle down on the counter beside you.
“I’m good thanks. Busy as always. How are- What is that?” She reaches out to grasp your hand, and you laugh immediately. She looks up at your face, her mouth parted in delighted shock. Billy and Frank appear in the doorway and you call out,
“Billy she’s noticed already.” Billy smiles widely at you, as Karen turns her head to look between you both as she attempts to process what’s happening. Frank frowns in confusion, but understanding dawns on him when he spots the ring. He grins, slapping a hand over Billy’s back.
“Finally. I’d almost forgotten, with how long you took.” You frown at Frank,
“Wait, you knew Billy was going to propose?”
“Course I did. Who d’you think helped him pick that out?” He remarks, nodding towards your ring. Your heart warms at the thought of Frank and Billy visiting the jewellers to pick out the perfect ring for you. And it is perfect.
“Thank you Frank.” You say, stepping into his arms. He freezes for a moment, as he feels your arms wrap around his middle, but his arms soon curl around you, and he squeezes you affectionately. You know how deep Frank and Billy’s friendship runs. Billy looks up to Frank like an older brother. When you turn around Billy is leaning his hip against the kitchen counter, regarding you with a wide smile, affection shining in his eyes. You smile back at him, as you cherish a brief moment together holding each other’s gaze.
You glance back at Frank and Karen, before asking with a smile,
“Has Billy shown you his new car yet?”
»»———————►
You’re busy reading something on your phone when you hear the front door open. There’s the jingle of Billy’s keys as he discard them on the cabinet in the hallway. You look up from your phone when he appears in the doorway. He leans his shoulder against the frame, meeting your eyes from where you’re sitting on the couch. You offer him a small smile, which he returns, but you can see there’s something on his mind. He crosses the room to join you on the couch.
“Hey.” You say softly, as he lifts up your legs and places them over his lap.
“Hey.” He echoes, resting his hands on your legs as he gets comfortable beside you. You’re both quiet for a moment, as Billy keeps his gaze on the floor. You wait for him to mention whatever it is that is playing on his mind. It doesn’t take long for him to tell you. “Went to see my mom today.” He squeezes his palm over your knee, before rubbing up and down over your calf as he stares down at the floor. He moves his gaze up to your face, finding you regarding him with a gentle expression.
“How was she?” You ask quietly, and he shrugs lightly.
“Same as usual.” He pauses for a long moment, his eyes still on you as he adds, “I told her about you.” You swallow hard, trying to suppress the emotion welling in your throat.
Shifting slightly on the couch, you drape your arm on the back of the couch, your fingers rubbing gently over his shoulder. With your touch, some of the tension melts from him and a small smile tugs at his lips.
“I told her all about the beautiful girl I was plannin on makin my wife.” You smile softly at him. His gaze becomes unfocused again, as he continues, “I told her how I wish she could meet you, wish she could be there on our day. I wish she’d given me the chance to show her everything I’ve done - everything I am.”
“Billy-“ you start, sensing the direction his thoughts are heading in, but he continues.
“I just wish she’d given me the chance to show her that I was worth it. You know?” You can see the pain in his eyes. He acts nonchalant about his parents, but deep down you know that the fact that his mother abandoned him still hurts. You smooth your fingers over the fabric of his suit jacket. He always dresses up to go on his visits to the hospital, as if he has to prove himself.
“It’s not my place to assume, and no one will ever know exactly why she did what she did.” You begin, conscious of Billy listening to your every word.
Watching his body language carefully, you shift closer to him. You don’t meet his eyes, knowing that he needs some time to process what you’re saying without any pressure. So, you smooth over the nonexistent creases in his suit, knowing that he’s studying every inch of your face in an attempt to decipher the meaning each of your words.
“But I like to think that she wanted you to have a better life than what she could have given you.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and his hold on your knee tightens. “And yeah, it was pretty shitty. And I wish that you could have grown up differently, and had everything you deserved.”
His eyes slide up to meet yours briefly, and your heart aches at the sight of the tears welling there. You look away as you continue speaking,
“But as rough as it was, it made you the Billy Russo that I fell in love with. So whilst it wasn’t good, something incredibly good came out of it all.” You tap your finger against his chest for emphasis, the soft fabric of his navy blue tie beneath your skin. When you lift your eyes up to his, you find a tear making its way down his cheek. Your expression softens, and you wipe it away tenderly. His fingers curl around your wrist, holding your hand against his cheek, and you brush your thumb delicately over his skin.
He removes his hand from your knee to cup your face. His doesn’t meet your eyes, keeping his focus on the motion of his thumb over your cheek as he mimics your actions. Billy leans forward, wrapping his arms around you, to pull your body flush against his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder, melting into his touch. His hands don’t stop moving. They smooth over your thighs, squeeze your hips, and run up your spine. As if he’s simultaneously trying to ground himself, and memorise every inch of you.
Billy shivers when he feels your nose brush against his cheek, the movement drawing him out his thoughts.
“Thank you.” He breathes out, as he rests his forehead against your temple.
“You don’t have to thank me.” You remind him softly. “Never for this.” He sniffles slightly, before shifting you in his arms to meet your eyes. He presses a kiss to the side of your face, and you meet his eyes, relieved to find the sadness has faded from their depths. His nose brushes against your cheek, before he asks,
“What were you up to this morning?” A small smile creeps over your face, and Billy is soon smiling too.
“You know how we were thinking of choosing a wedding song each?” He nods, encouraging you to continue. “Well, I found some vinyls that you can personalise, with twenty minutes worth of space on each each side. So, I was thinking we could each fill a side with songs and we could play it on your record player for our first dance.” Billy plays with a strand of your hair as you talk, his eyes shining at the sight of you looking so eager. He kisses the tip of your nose, before smiling at you.
The events of the Punisher season one are the same, with Billy betraying Frank, and the showdown at the carousel which leaves Billy scarred.
When he wakes up, the majority of his memories are intact though he feigns amnesia to manipulate his therapist - Dr Durmont.
He’s familiar with people using him to achieve their own means, and he can see that Durmont is slowly becoming infatuated with him.
So, once he’s broken out of the hospital he seeks out Durmont who provides him with a place to stay, and access to a number of other former soldiers which he recruits into his business.
From there, Billy rebuilds his empire.
He picks up contacts he knew through Rawlins, establishing himself as a name in the weapons smuggling business.
He makes his money, buying more and more of the city, until he owns a number of clubs and hotels, establishing his territory clearly.
Durmont was a means to an end, though there were times where Billy believed her words. That she was the only one who would ever look out for him.
He kills her himself. As a statement to her, and himself, that he doesn’t need anyone to look out for him.
Then you appear.
You work for the FBI or some other government agency.
You had heard about the nickname he had earned from the scars on his face - Jigsaw. No one ever called him Billy. It was Mr Russo, or Jigsaw. He had any images of him wiped from as many databases as possible. Aside from an old grainy photo from his time in Afghanistan, you didn’t know what he looked like.
You were impressed by how quickly he had established himself in the city’s underground activity. Of course, that meant your workload increased, so you weren’t too impressed.
It was after yet another fruitless raid on a warehouse by the docks, when you receive the first phone call from him.
At first, you’re terrified. He’s remarkably casual as you talk - though in truth he does the majority of the talking - his voice is smooth and light and you find yourself still reeling hours later. You’re wary as you walk home that night, constantly looking over your shoulder.
In his next phone call, he assures you that he doesn’t mean you any harm. Which only proves that he was watching you the other night. You’re not sure whether you’re actually reassured by that.
The next time you’re tired and stressed when he calls, and you end up snapping at him. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you’re frozen in fear. But then he laughs softly, a genuine laugh that you’ve never heard from him before.
From that point onwards, you accept that he’s too clever for you to actually catch him, and he certainly isn’t going to stop his phone calls, so you might as well enjoy the company.
Billy grows attached to you quite quickly. He ensures your safety, buying your apartment building through a few of his subsidiary companies. He keeps tabs on you, sometimes even tailing you himself just to make sure you’re safe.
Part of him wants to keep you at a distance. He doesn’t want to rely on anyone. Now that he’s finally fought his way to the top again, he can’t afford to have a weakness. Even though he won’t admit it, he’s also afraid of your rejection. Whilst you seem to be warming up to him, you haven’t seen his face. He’s convinced himself that, should you see his face, your interest in him will turn to disgust.
Whilst you’re curious about his scars, you’re far too occupied by the fact that you might be falling for this incredibly dangerous criminal. Which will put your career, and entire life in jeopardy.
A soft smile tugs at your lips as you nuzzle your face into the crook of Billy’s neck. The diamond ring on your finger twinkles in the morning light as you slide your hand over his chest. His breathing shifts slightly, and he hums happily in response to your touch. His lashes flutter open and his dark eyes land on your face.
“Good morning Mr Russo.” You coo softly. A sleepy smile spreads over his face.
“Good mornin, soon to be Mrs Russo.”
Your hand trails up his chest to ruffle through his bedhead. He wraps one of his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. His lips are soft against yours as he holds you tight. Billy slides his hands down your body, squeezing your hips as they rock against his. Your hand grasps a fistful of his hair and he moans into your kiss. He presses his hand against the small of your back, as you grind your hips down on him. His teeth tug down on your lower lip, drawing a moan from the back of your throat.
“You’re so beautiful.” He breathes out, hands sliding down to squeeze at your cheeks. You nuzzle your nose against the side of his neck and press a trail of kisses along his throat. One of his hands slips through the hair at the back of your neck, keeping your lips in place against his skin. You nip lightly at his collarbone, and he groans, grasping at your panties.
Withdrawing your hands from him, you hook your fingers under the edge of your shirt - Billy’s shirt - and tug it over your head before casting it aside. His eyes widen with awe, as he takes in the sight of you. A sight he’s more than familiar with, but he reacts the same every time. He lifts your hips up, sliding your panties down, and you do the same to him, tugging at his boxers.
“Can’t wait to call you my wife.” He rasps, his voice still thick with sleep.
His hand snakes down your body, and you rock your hips against his fingers. His finger circles your clit and you press your forehead against his shoulder as you gasp.
“You know what I’m gonna do, sweetheart?” You shake your head heavily, your hands grasping at his biceps as you grind against his fingers. His smiles at the blissful look on your face, as you melt into his touch. “Gonna make my beautiful fiancée cum all over my fingers.” You gasp again as he presses harder against your clit, increasing the pressure of his circles. “You like the sound of that baby?” You nod several times before a whine escapes your lips. He hushes you gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The pace of his finger speeds up, as does your breathing. He watches your face as you gasp and writhe, your body pressed hard against his.
He dips his head down to brush his lips against your neck, nipping lightly at the warm skin there as he murmurs,
“Y’know you were whinin in your sleep last night, sweetheart.” Blood rushes to your face as you register his words. “Havin sweet dreams about your future husband?” Your nails bite into the skin of his biceps as you cling to him, another wave of pleasure rolling through your body.
“Billy please.” You whisper. With his free hand, he hooks a finger under your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his. He takes in every inch of your face, eyes wide in pleasure, parted lips ready to cry out his name.
“Go on sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Your head drops back down to press against his shoulder as you approach your climax. Whispered gasps of his name reach his ears and he speeds up his motions, pushing you over the edge. A broken moan spills from your lips, and Billy helps to work your body through the aftershocks. You’re panting against his skin as the cozy gaze of pleasure clouds over your mind and body.
Billy leans down to kiss you, and you meet his lips eagerly with a soft moan.
“I love you.” He whispers, and you smile widely at him.
“Love you too.” You echo softly, your left hand smoothing over his bicep, rubbing carefully at the crescent prints left by your nails. Billy shivers at your touch, your tender motions warming his heart, and the chill of your engagement ring against his flushed skin. Your hand moves up to his shoulder, squeezing lightly at the muscles there. He raises a brow at you, but you ignore it, keeping your focus on your hand as it slides over his chest. Your fingers brush delicately over his stomach, and his breathing hitches.
It’s only when your fingers curl around his cock, do your eyes finally lift up to meet his. Billy’s eyes are always dark, with hidden depths buried in them. But as you begin to move your hand, his gaze darkens even further, his pupils blown wide with pleasure.
You watch as he throws his head back against the pillows with a groan, followed by a whisper of your name. With his throat bared, you take the opportunity to trail your lips over his skin. As you suck marks into the tender skin of his throat, you alternate the speed of your thrusts, drawing loud moans from his lips as he bucks his hips into your hand.
His fingers curl around your wrist, not seeking to control your motions, just needing something to hold onto. His other hand grasps the back of your head, tightening in your hair when you speed up. His entire body shudders as you run your tongue along the column of his throat.
“Sweetheart please.” He begs, his voice breaking slightly. You shush him tenderly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before sucking lightly on his earlobe. He moans at the feeling of your hot mouth on his skin. “Please.”
You nuzzle your nose against the side of his face and he gasps as you tighten your fingers around his cock. You continue to kiss over his neck and face, stopping for a moment to murmur against his ear,
“I’ve got you honey. Let me take care of my future husband.” He swears under his breath at your words, clenching his jaw hard. You kiss along his jawline, encouraging him to relax under your touch. His breathing shifts into erratic gasps as he approaches his own climax. His hand tightens in your hair, tugging your lips to meet his. You increase the pace of your hand, swallowing each of his moans with the kiss. He squeezes the back of your neck hard and you moan alongside him. You’re both gasping, foreheads pressed together as he nears the edge. You continue to press firm kisses against his lips, until his head tips back and he spills into your hand with a cry of your name. After ensuring he feels every last second of pleasure, you withdraw your hand, leaving him with his chest still heaving as he comes down from his high.
When Billy finds the strength to lift his head up, he sees you cleaning your hand with your tongue, lapping at his release. He can see the mischief in your eyes - you know exactly what you’re doing to him. A mixture between a laugh and a groan escapes his throat, as he meets your eyes, before he flops his head back against his pillow. It’s only a brief moment before your body is sliding over his, and your lips meet in an affectionate kiss. You both smile at one another.
“I love you.” You whisper against his lips. Billy wraps his arms around you, pressing your body firmly against his.
“Love you too sweetheart.” You rest your head in the crook of his neck, tracing small patterns over his shoulder with your fingertips. He smiles down at you softly as you trace over the scars there carefully. You press a soft kiss there and Billy tightens his hold on you.
“We planning on staying here all day?” You remark lightly and Billy nods with a soft grin.
“Absolutely.” Your own smile widens as you settle down beside him with a shrug.
“Okay then.” Billy laughs softly, and leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. With a contented sigh, you rest your head against his chest, your eyes fluttering closed to enjoy this quiet moment with your fiancé.
Billy tugs at the collar of his shirt for the third time in the last half an hour. He’s been to the bathroom twice already, and you have a feeling he’ll be up there again soon. You lean against the wall of the hallway, waiting patiently for him. Part of you is worried that you’ll miss your reservation, but the majority of you is more concerned by Billy’s behaviour.
He adjusts his tie again, his brows creased in worry as he stares at his reflection in the mirror that hangs over the cabinet.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, and he frowns. His mouth parts, though no words come out. He can’t tell you that it’s nothing, but he certainly can’t tell you what it is that’s making him so nervous. You watch him falter and step closer, resting your hand against his forearm in reassurance. “We don’t have to go out tonight. You know I’d be happy with you anywhere.”
His eyes soften, and his throat bobs as he takes in your words. He shakes his head,
“No I still wanna go, it’s just…” He trails off, his hand running through his hair as he looks away from you again. He hadn’t looked at you often this evening. You raise your brows questioningly at him, waiting for him to continue.
He draws in a shaky breath, and you hold onto his arm tighter. His nerves are most definitely being picked up by you. Very few things actually manage to shake Billy, and you can’t imagine what’s going on in his head. You can only hope that he’s willing to tell you. He swallows hard, before muttering a soft,
“Fuck it.” Your frown deepens as he moves towards the coat stand, rummaging through the pockets of his coat. He pulls something out, holding it tightly in his hand before he turns back to you.
Confusion is written all over your face. Understanding hits you when Billy gets down on one knee in front of you. Tears well in your eyes, and you press your hand to your mouth when he opens up the box, revealing a beautiful ring that sparkles despite the tears blurring your vision.
“Sweetheart,” he says softly at the sight of your tears. He hates it when you cry. He breathes out a small laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood despite the pounding in his chest. “I haven’t even asked you yet.”
“Just ignore it.” You insist, gesturing to the tears on your cheeks. “Carry on.” He holds his hand out for you, and you take it. He gives you a reassuring squeeze, ignoring the fact that you’re both shaking.
His smile is wobbly, full of emotion, as he clears his throat.
“I’ve never actually been to a wedding.” He admits. “Frank was already married when I met him, and I’ve never had any close friends or family to invite me to one. So, I’ve never really given the whole thing much thought in my life.” He pauses, looking up at you. “But for the last few months it’s been all I can think about.”
Your breathing catches at the thought of Billy dreaming about marrying you. Of course you imagined him in your future. But the thought of it being on Billy’s mind makes you love him even more.
“Been thinkin about how beautiful you’d look walkin down the aisle. Of tryin out cake flavours, and pickin flowers, and lookin at venues with you.” His fingers tighten their hold on yours, as he stares up at you. “Thinkin about havin you as my wife. Showin you off at the reception. Dancin all night, and makin love to you until the morning.”
Love and affection blooms in your chest, as you imagine everything Billy is describing. Your heart longs for it. His smile widens as he says,
“Wakin up beside my Mrs Russo. Cause there’s nothin in the world that would make me happier than bein your husband.” He adjusts his hold on the box slightly, and your eyes slide from his face to the glistening ring in his hand. “Will you marry me?”
You nod hurriedly through your tears, before managing to say,
“Yes I will, Billy.” He beams at you, taking the ring out of the box and sliding it shakily onto your finger. “I love you so much.” You choke out, and Billy stands up, immediately pulling you against his chest.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
His hands smooth over your sides, and you press your cheek against his chest as you wrap your arms around his waist. After a moment of holding you, he steps back. You look up at him as the two of you beam at one another. He cups your face in his hands, kissing away the tear stains from your cheeks. His thumbs swipe the remainder of your tears as he stares down adoringly at you.
“You still wanna go out tonight?” He asks you gently. “I’d be happy with you anywhere.” He adds, echoing your words from earlier. You nod, smiling up at Billy as you wrap your fingers around each of his wrists as he holds your face. You lean forward, pressing your lips against his. He tugs you forward, and you rest your hands against his chest. You smooth one hand up to curl into his hair. He hums contentedly as your fingers squeeze lightly over the muscles at the nape of his neck. One of Billy’s arms wraps around your waist, and he tugs you closer, pressing your chest against his.
“We might have missed our reservation.” You remark lightly and Billy breathes out a laugh.
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Billy holds the door of the restaurant open for you and you smile at him as you walk through the entrance. Turning back to wait for Billy, he’s by your side in an instant, looping an arm around your waist to pull you against him. He nudges your side with his hip, nodding towards the host. You smile widely and say,
“Reservation under Russo.” Billy beams beside you. After checking through his list, the host smiles at you with a nod.
“Right this way Mr and Mrs Russo.” You both share a delighted look as you follow the host to your table. The host picks up on the excitement between you both.
“Newlyweds?” He asks. Billy regards you with a proud smile before saying,
“Newly engaged.”
“Very recently.” You add with a small laugh.
“Congratulations.” You both thank him, as you reach your table.
Billy pulls out your chair for you immediately. The host offers you a complimentary bottle of champagne, pouring you both a glass before leaving you to read through the menu. Meaning that you and Billy are alone again. You can’t shake the excitement from your expression and Billy smiles again at the sight of you so happy - all because of him.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asks, referring to the wedding. You nod eagerly.
“Yes. Absolutely. Will it be soon?” You ask, and he nods taking a drink of his champagne.
“As soon as you want it sweetheart.” You smile widely, adding softly,
“I can’t wait to marry you.” He regards you fondly.
“Can’t wait to marry you too.” You look down at your menu and Billy follows suit. “I was thinkin of askin you here.” He says casually. He’s a lot more relaxed now that he’s asked you - and that you’ve said yes. You look around at the fancy restaurant smiling at the thought of Billy wanting to take you somewhere special for tonight. “But then I got worried.” You frown lightly,
“Why?”
“We hadn’t talked about marriage. Well, we did but that was a while ago, and it wasn’t about us gettin married.” You feel a little surprised that Billy remembered such a casual conversation between the two of you. “I thought, if I asked you at home, you wouldn’t feel pressured. We could talk about it, if it was something you didn’t want right now, or ever.”
Your smile fades a little as your affection for Billy tugs at your heartstrings. He watches your eyes soften as you look at him, and he’s overwhelmed by the fact that you’re all his.
“You really are perfect, you know that?” You say earnestly. He shakes his head.
“Far from it.” You raise your brows at him, and he gives you a sheepish smile. Neither of you will ever stand for the other putting the self down.
“Well you’re perfect for me.” You concede, and Billy rests his upturned hand on the table, waiting for yours. You link your fingers together, and Billy squeezes them gently before his thumb begins to trace patterns over the top of your hand. He tugs your hand up to meet his lips, pressing a tender kiss against each of your knuckles. You can see the emotion welling in his eyes, knowing how much your show of love means to him.
Shorter than yesterday’s, but still a good update. Comment and reblog if you can
Note: None of my work is beta read and is always typed on my phone.
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You fought to keep your hands steady as you walked over to the hut on the edge of the Lillie Palace grounds. After your shift with Aleksander, you had switched with Ivan and were given the rest of the day to yourself. Naturally, you had wracked your brain trying to figure out a way to help Alina and Baghra seemed like the best person to go too.
You took in a deep breath before knocking on the heavy wooden door and heard grumbling from inside.
“Well what are you waiting for? Come in.” You breathed out a shaky sigh of relief at hearing her voice before opening the door and sliding in quietly.
“I was wondering when you’d show up.” Baghra grumbled as she appeared behind you.
“Saints! I didn’t know you were there!” You jumped as she eyed you carefully.
“I could practically feel the merezost running through your veins, something my son is behind no doubt.” She waved her hand dismissively at the mention of Aleksander.
The information should have startled you, but part of you, a part deep and hidden, had already known that the woman in front of you was not only Aleksander’s mother, but a shadow summoner herself.
“I need your help.” You said softly.
“I can’t undo the bond.” She said, mixing together some herbs at a counter. “Only my son can release you from him although there may be a way to weaken it.” You watched as she methodically ground the leaves into a powder and tipped them into an open tea kettle.
“How?” You asked desperately as she paused to pour in the water.
“Distance my child. His power over you strengthens when you are nearby; however, if you are beyond his reach you may be able to fight his influence. But that’s not why you’re here, is it?”
You sighed at her vague answer. If that was true then there was no way that Aleksander would ever allow you to leave the Little Palace. As it is, you’re barely able to leave his sight.
“No.” You said resolutely, getting back on track. “I need you to help Alina. I don’t know what he wants with her, but I have to do something.”
Baghra slowly turned to face you and looked up and down your frame. “The sun summoner is already being prepared for the trails she’ll have to face.” The kettle began to whistle loudly and she swiped it off of the stovetop. “But the one I’m truly concerned about is you.”
The tea trickled and splashed into a metal teacup as she poured it out.
“Me?”
“You have abilities far beyond what Aleksander had told you. If you keep training the way he has you right now then you’ll only ever be his weapon.” She handed you a cup and poured out another for herself.
“You need to learn to control the power inside of you, or else my son will find a way to control it himself.”
You quietly took a sip of the warm tea, allowing her to continue. The warm liquid soothed your throat and you tasted hints of mint in it.
“We’ll have to be careful of course, but I believe with a bit of practice you would be able to reach your full potential.”
“Could I hold my own against Aleksander?” You inquired curiously. If there was a chance to beat him in combat, perhaps there was a way to make him sever the bond.
“Saints no. My son has had centuries to master his abilities and test the limits of his power, you only have a few weeks or months at best before he discovers that I’ve been helping you.” She sighed and gave you a look that seemed sad, but coming from Baghra it only came across as determined.
“Come back at the same time as you have today and do not deter from this routine unless you are told. Do this, and I can help you and the sun summoner escape the palace and be fully equipped to stay out of Aleksander’s reach.” She sipped from her cup again and sat down in a rickety chair that faced the door.
“Thank you.” You put down the cup softly.
She only nodded, deep in thought before waving to the door. “Now leave before we are caught and our lessons are over before they could even begin.”
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?’s POV
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The road from Kribirsk to Os Alta had been quieter than usual and gave the boy time to sleep.
Being stationed in Kribirsk had meant countless nights healing second army soldiers and ever changing positions, so the respite; although brief, was certainly welcomed.
Ruslan yawned as he heard the excited yelling from the walls of the Little Palace heralding their arrival and smiled at the thought of seeing y/n again.
After you took a miraculous turn for the better a few years ago, he had his suspicions on what had caused it and thoroughly believed that the general was involved. After seeing you leave with him after the discovery of the sun summoner, he knew he was onto something and deserted his station quietly. It was a good thing that he did, since he and Anya were both scheduled to cross the fold only a few days after your departure. As far as the second army was concerned, Ruslan Volkov was dead. And he intended to keep it that way.
He leaned against the wagon sides and stared at the man from Ketterdam critically. “Are you sure you can get her out?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“I can do anything depending on the right price.” The brunette responded, dressing up in the palace guard uniform that Ruslan had stolen for him.
After overhearing the conversation of three Ketterdam rouges in Kribirsk, a half baked idea began to form in his head.
“How about this much?” He threw a bag full of Ravkan coin onto the floor and it landed with a loud jingle. Before running from Kribirsk, he had snuck into the coffers there, knowing that the two of you would need the money to get as far away from Kirigan as possible.
The man smiled as he placed his crow headed cane to the side. “The deal is the deal.” He held out a gloved hand and Ruslan didn’t hesitate.
OK OK OK I AM SO SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CHAPTER TURNED OUT!!!!!!!!! Things are really picking up now! Also, I lowkey am realizing that I accidentally wrote this reader kind of like Alina’s plot so I’m trying to make sure that I branch off from that.
Note: This is a darkish chapter, but I don’t want to add the tags to the top and spoil the chapter, so they’ll be at the bottom of this post. Also, veryyyyyy plot heavy and angsty with a capital A.
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After much pacing around your room, you had decided to meet him. You really didn’t want to, but he still was your general and according to him, you’d be a part of his guard. You’d have to be able to act civil with each other.
You’d come a long way these past few weeks, and you’d have to rely that the work you put into yourself would be enough for you to not fall into bad habits.
So around midnight, there you were. Standing in front of his war room door, hand poised to knock while the other clenched your cane tightly.
You took a deep breath, and before you could think, knocked on the massive door.
You heard a muffled “Enter.” From the other side, and you pulled the door open. As youclosed the door behind you, you saw Aleksander without his kefta, his long black shirt bunched at his elbows and he, as always, was wearing black trousers.
You said nothing, opting him to start the conversation and see why he had asked you here. He gave you a weary smile as he leaned off of his desk and stood up, before his face settled into a grim line.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“My training has picked up significantly.” You responded. “I’ve been fairly busy.”
His jaw ticked at that. “Ah yes, I suppose I should congratulate you.” He shuffled through the papers on his desk and you furrowed your brow.
“I’m sorry?” You tilted your head.
“Your friend who was just stationed in Kribirsk.” He smiled at your shocked expression. “Kozlov. I believe.” Andrei’s last name confirming what you had feared.
“What did you do?” You asked softly.
“What did I do?” His voice rose aggressively. “What did I do?” He asked incredulously. “What did you do?” He seethed. “You just stop showing up for no reason, and expect me to accept that?”
“I was focusing on my training!” You shouted. “Something you asked me to do!”
“Oh so you just forgot to even acknowledge me for two weeks?” He swiped at his desk, causing the paper there to fly off the edge of the table. “I’m sure your new friends kept you very busy.” His voice was venomous as he stormed over.
“Well maybe I just wanted to be around someone who actually cared about me.” You hissed in his face. “Maybe I cared about you enough to let chase your sun summoner. To try and let you be happy.”
He started to laugh at that. “So that’s what this is about.” He turned his back to you and walked away. “My sun summoner.” He paused and turned back to you.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her! The way you talk about her! Just now you referred to her as ‘your’ sun summoner. I truly am fine with it, Alina deserves happiness, but I just don’t want to be led on like this! I deserve to be happy too!”
“You’re right.” His voice grew eerily cold. “She is mine, but so are you.”
“I-“ You felt your voice physically catch in your throat as he lazily raised his hand. And your body seemed to lock in place.
He sighed, looking at you with mock sympathy, walking towards you with even strides. “You know, when I first felt all of your emotions, all of what the bond entailed, I despised it. Despised how human you were.” He spat the word human out and stopped in front of you. “So I tried to ignore it. Ignore you. After all, you were expendable, a pawn that I could twist to fit where I needed one. I sent you through the fold time and time again, testing your limits, never even giving you a second thought.”
You internally flinched as he gently ran the back of his hand down your cheek. You tried not to focus on your heart shattering at his callous admission.
“But that changed, a year ago, I believe. I felt something new. Something that even I couldn’t push down and ignore. And it was for him.” He growled, gripping your face tightly. “That brat who had been there, he practically never left your side. You practically had him on a leash.” Ruslan. Your mind supplied, thinking back to last year, when you were certain that he and you would be together. Remembering the feelings you had had for the man, you felt a tear roll out.
“What did you do?” You asked again, shakily as the ability to talk came back.
He gave you a cruel smile. “I made you forget. Forget how you felt, thought that’d be the end of it. But I hadn’t expected the bond to open.” He started mumbling to himself. He sighed. “Unfortunately the form of merzost I used was highly unpredictable. So the second I went into your head, the second I allowed myself in, everything changed.” He released you as if you had burned him. “All those feelings I had hated, all that human inside of you? Was just the surface.” He chuckled darkly.
“All of the things you felt, all of you came flooding in and I realized at that moment why I hated you.” He scoffed. “I hated that you could feel when I hadn’t been able to for centuries. I hated that your anger was so consuming and that your joy was so blissful.” He continued his monologue, not even noticing his slip.
“But most of all, I hated how he made you feel. How I hadn’t been able to feel like that for years. How I eventually, unknowingly had begun to feel again. About you.” He ranted, looking crazed.
“You’re the Black Heretic.” You breathed softly.
He gave you a proud smile. “You truly are as brilliant as I knew you’d be.”
“You created the fold.” Your mind started to connect all of the horrible things he’d done. “You created the volcra. You sent me through.” You screamed the last sentence and fought against whatever control he had over you, but to no avail. The tears that poured down your face now were not out of sadness, but anger.
“Not just you.” He said easily, still smiling. “Everyone in my way. Our way. Haven’t you wondered why your friend hadn’t been responding to your pathetic letters?” He ripped open his drawer and fished out a handful of paper. You felt as if ice had been poured over you.
“You son of a bitch.” You whispered.
“What? It’s not like she’d be able to read them.” He shrugged, walking over to the fireplace and throwing them in without a second thought. “I sent her through the fold the week we left. And just as I had expected, she didn’t make it halfway through. Even if she had, I’m sure that the Fjerdans would have gotten a hold of her eventually.”
You felt your soul burn in agony as the depth of his words hit you like a punch to the gut.
“No…” you whimpered, feeling less and less control over your limbs.
“I had hoped to tell you all this sometime in the far future, but I guess I have to improvise.” He flicked his fingers again and you robotically began to walk over to his room, numb with the loss of your friend.
If he was put off by your silence, he didn’t say anything about it, instead making you lay on the bed. His hands gently caressed your leg before undoing your shoes and brace.
He gave you a hungry look as he climbed in next to you and wrapped his arms around your chest. You felt a shiver run up your back as he pulled the covers over the two of you. “Get some sleep my love.” He said soothingly, running his fingers through your hair. “Tomorrow I won’t be nearly as patient as I have been.”
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Trigger warnings: mind control, angst, slight mention of non con if you squint, talk of death and murder, manipulation, possessive, jealous, and controlling darkling
Okay wow what is going on?!
So much confession from Kirigan I’m shook
Ngl I’m surprised reader figured out his true identity so quickly.
I’m pissed he got Anya killed that’s just so fucking cruel but I knew that he wouldn’t have sent her the letters :(
I never read the books but he can control people? Goddamn
Also babe, maybe put trigger warnings at the top :)
I’m really loving this storyyyy
So he can’t really control people in the books, but I just made that up as a form of merzost.
Thank you for the feedback, will move the warnings to the top. This was my first dark story and I wasn’t sure where exactly to put the tags at first. ❤️
I don’t even know what that means, merzost. I literally started watching Shadow and Bone because Ben Barnes was all tall dark and handsome in it
I think it’s cool as heck though, feeding his shadows into people so he can control them. What an amazing idea
You’re welcome! Ain’t no thang, I want your story to be top notch and you’re basically there, babe! I got your back ❤️
It’s basically when he uses his abilities to manipulate life and create things from his abilities instead of controlling what is already there. I felt like since we didn’t get much info on its limitations, that I could bend those a little.
And thank you so much!!!!! As I say in the authors notes, I always look forward to pointers and critiques about my writing. I do need to update the trigger warnings (or put those on) the master list I have for the series, I just keep forgetting to do so.
And I always love seeing your comments on my feed ❤️
OK OK OK I AM SO SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CHAPTER TURNED OUT!!!!!!!!! Things are really picking up now! Also, I lowkey am realizing that I accidentally wrote this reader kind of like Alina’s plot so I’m trying to make sure that I branch off from that.
Note: This is a darkish chapter, but I don’t want to add the tags to the top and spoil the chapter, so they’ll be at the bottom of this post. Also, veryyyyyy plot heavy and angsty with a capital A.
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After much pacing around your room, you had decided to meet him. You really didn’t want to, but he still was your general and according to him, you’d be a part of his guard. You’d have to be able to act civil with each other.
You’d come a long way these past few weeks, and you’d have to rely that the work you put into yourself would be enough for you to not fall into bad habits.
So around midnight, there you were. Standing in front of his war room door, hand poised to knock while the other clenched your cane tightly.
You took a deep breath, and before you could think, knocked on the massive door.
You heard a muffled “Enter.” From the other side, and you pulled the door open. As youclosed the door behind you, you saw Aleksander without his kefta, his long black shirt bunched at his elbows and he, as always, was wearing black trousers.
You said nothing, opting him to start the conversation and see why he had asked you here. He gave you a weary smile as he leaned off of his desk and stood up, before his face settled into a grim line.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“My training has picked up significantly.” You responded. “I’ve been fairly busy.”
His jaw ticked at that. “Ah yes, I suppose I should congratulate you.” He shuffled through the papers on his desk and you furrowed your brow.
“I’m sorry?” You tilted your head.
“Your friend who was just stationed in Kribirsk.” He smiled at your shocked expression. “Kozlov. I believe.” Andrei’s last name confirming what you had feared.
“What did you do?” You asked softly.
“What did I do?” His voice rose aggressively. “What did I do?” He asked incredulously. “What did you do?” He seethed. “You just stop showing up for no reason, and expect me to accept that?”
“I was focusing on my training!” You shouted. “Something you asked me to do!”
“Oh so you just forgot to even acknowledge me for two weeks?” He swiped at his desk, causing the paper there to fly off the edge of the table. “I’m sure your new friends kept you very busy.” His voice was venomous as he stormed over.
“Well maybe I just wanted to be around someone who actually cared about me.” You hissed in his face. “Maybe I cared about you enough to let chase your sun summoner. To try and let you be happy.”
He started to laugh at that. “So that’s what this is about.” He turned his back to you and walked away. “My sun summoner.” He paused and turned back to you.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her! The way you talk about her! Just now you referred to her as ‘your’ sun summoner. I truly am fine with it, Alina deserves happiness, but I just don’t want to be led on like this! I deserve to be happy too!”
“You’re right.” His voice grew eerily cold. “She is mine, but so are you.”
“I-“ You felt your voice physically catch in your throat as he lazily raised his hand. And your body seemed to lock in place.
He sighed, looking at you with mock sympathy, walking towards you with even strides. “You know, when I first felt all of your emotions, all of what the bond entailed, I despised it. Despised how human you were.” He spat the word human out and stopped in front of you. “So I tried to ignore it. Ignore you. After all, you were expendable, a pawn that I could twist to fit where I needed one. I sent you through the fold time and time again, testing your limits, never even giving you a second thought.”
You internally flinched as he gently ran the back of his hand down your cheek. You tried not to focus on your heart shattering at his callous admission.
“But that changed, a year ago, I believe. I felt something new. Something that even I couldn’t push down and ignore. And it was for him.” He growled, gripping your face tightly. “That brat who had been there, he practically never left your side. You practically had him on a leash.” Ruslan. Your mind supplied, thinking back to last year, when you were certain that he and you would be together. Remembering the feelings you had had for the man, you felt a tear roll out.
“What did you do?” You asked again, shakily as the ability to talk came back.
He gave you a cruel smile. “I made you forget. Forget how you felt, thought that’d be the end of it. But I hadn’t expected the bond to open.” He started mumbling to himself. He sighed. “Unfortunately the form of merzost I used was highly unpredictable. So the second I went into your head, the second I allowed myself in, everything changed.” He released you as if you had burned him. “All those feelings I had hated, all that human inside of you? Was just the surface.” He chuckled darkly.
“All of the things you felt, all of you came flooding in and I realized at that moment why I hated you.” He scoffed. “I hated that you could feel when I hadn’t been able to for centuries. I hated that your anger was so consuming and that your joy was so blissful.” He continued his monologue, not even noticing his slip.
“But most of all, I hated how he made you feel. How I hadn’t been able to feel like that for years. How I eventually, unknowingly had begun to feel again. About you.” He ranted, looking crazed.
“You’re the Black Heretic.” You breathed softly.
He gave you a proud smile. “You truly are as brilliant as I knew you’d be.”
“You created the fold.” Your mind started to connect all of the horrible things he’d done. “You created the volcra. You sent me through.” You screamed the last sentence and fought against whatever control he had over you, but to no avail. The tears that poured down your face now were not out of sadness, but anger.
“Not just you.” He said easily, still smiling. “Everyone in my way. Our way. Haven’t you wondered why your friend hadn’t been responding to your pathetic letters?” He ripped open his drawer and fished out a handful of paper. You felt as if ice had been poured over you.
“You son of a bitch.” You whispered.
“What? It’s not like she’d be able to read them.” He shrugged, walking over to the fireplace and throwing them in without a second thought. “I sent her through the fold the week we left. And just as I had expected, she didn’t make it halfway through. Even if she had, I’m sure that the Fjerdans would have gotten a hold of her eventually.”
You felt your soul burn in agony as the depth of his words hit you like a punch to the gut.
“No…” you whimpered, feeling less and less control over your limbs.
“I had hoped to tell you all this sometime in the far future, but I guess I have to improvise.” He flicked his fingers again and you robotically began to walk over to his room, numb with the loss of your friend.
If he was put off by your silence, he didn’t say anything about it, instead making you lay on the bed. His hands gently caressed your leg before undoing your shoes and brace.
He gave you a hungry look as he climbed in next to you and wrapped his arms around your chest. You felt a shiver run up your back as he pulled the covers over the two of you. “Get some sleep my love.” He said soothingly, running his fingers through your hair. “Tomorrow I won’t be nearly as patient as I have been.”
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Trigger warnings: mind control, angst, slight mention of non con if you squint, talk of death and murder, manipulation, possessive, jealous, and controlling darkling
Okay wow what is going on?!
So much confession from Kirigan I’m shook
Ngl I’m surprised reader figured out his true identity so quickly.
I’m pissed he got Anya killed that’s just so fucking cruel but I knew that he wouldn’t have sent her the letters :(
I never read the books but he can control people? Goddamn
Also babe, maybe put trigger warnings at the top :)
I’m really loving this storyyyy
So he can’t really control people in the books, but I just made that up as a form of merzost.
Thank you for the feedback, will move the warnings to the top. This was my first dark story and I wasn’t sure where exactly to put the tags at first. ❤️
I’m baaaaaaaaaack! Here is the next chapter! I’ve also written the next one and am posting that as well to thank you all for being so patient! I also would like to thank everyone for all of the love this series has gotten! I started writing this right after the show came out, but am just now able to post it online and am so happy to be writing again!
Chapter warnings: mention of past non con and angst
Y/N’s POV
“Stay behind me and act natural.” You whispered to the man who had begrudgingly introduced himself as Kaz. “Ivan! Is everything ready?” You stepped in front of Kaz to distract Ivan.
“Everything is in place, Miss y/l/n. You’ve been ordered to keep to the walls tonight, more people means more threats.”
“On Kirigan, Alina, or the royals?” The two of you walked into the demonstration room and in the corner of your eye you saw Kaz meet up with a Suli girl, but you heard his heart race when he looked at her.
He let out a scoff at that. “Right on the nose, now get in position, Alina is about to enter.”
“You got it boss!” You said with your normal cheeky salute as you walked away.
As you casually made your way to the back wall of the grand room, you felt a strong hand wrap around your arm.
“You look lovely.” Aleksander said, pulling you fatter into the shadows. He had done well to not attract the attention of the rest of the guests. He always seemed to love his grand entrances.
You did look lovely. All Grisha had one pair of formal keftas, and yours was even more detailed and intricate than your regular uniform. The main difference was the white fur that lined the neck and bottom of the coat. When you had put it on and styled your hair earlier, you had marveled at the feel of the silk against your skin and how it fit in all the right places.
“I try.” You gave him a small smile. Whatever happened, he could not know that you planned to leave.
“I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight.” He brushed his hand against your cheek and looked at you with a content smile. “I may have a surprise for you.”
You raised your eyebrow at that with a smile. “You’re not going to tell me what it is aren’t you?” You quipped back with your hands on your hips and a smile.
“Come find me after the celebrations are over and I’ll show you.” After a quick glance around, he gave you a quick peck on the lips and strode away.
“I wasn’t aware he was your lover.” You heard Kaz grumble from behind the column.
“I’ll tell you all about it when you tell the Suli girl how you feel.” You snarked back, chuckling as Feydor shoved a pink macaroon into Ivan’s stoic face which slowly turned into a wide grin.
“I could still leave you here.” Kaz responded, standing next to you.
“Why help me in the first place? Something tells me you don’t pick up strays unless you get something out of it.” You hated these parties. All the rich stuffy ambassadors and nobles that always gave the grisha dirty looks and scoffed at them when Kirigan wasn’t around. At least the gossip was interesting.
“Someone paid for your passage.” He said simply as the Kaelish ambassador walked by.
“Who-“ You stopped as he splashed a glass of wine onto his uniform and feigned as if the man had bumped into him.
“Stick to the plan.” He whispered, before turning to Ivan and Feydor.
You rolled your eyes at his strange tactics, but only watched as he walked away.
You sighed as you scanned the party and watched as the crowd parted to allow Aleksander to slip back into the room. You didn’t know what to think about him, and how much of it was from you or him. Either way, you knew that he only had bad intentions towards yourself and Alina, and there was no telling what would happen if tonight fell apart.
You may have loved Aleksander at one point, but you loved being free more.
As you watched the chattering crowds, they grew suddenly silent and you let out a low gasp at what drew their attention away.
Alina stood in the entrance of the room looking like a saint come to life. In a black kefta. You pushed away the bitterness that rose in your gut at the color of the coat. Aleksander had to have been the one to put her in that. But even then, you felt your heart patter as she locked eyes with you across the room and gave you a small smile.
You blinked in surprise, but watched as Aleksander walked up to her and the two talked quietly. You couldn’t help but listen as you could make out one sentence. “You look lovely, by the way.”
With that one sentiment from Aleksander you knew. He must have told her everything he told you. Played you both for fools and seduced two idiotically girls at the same time.
As the inferni twins began their show, your eyes stayed glued to the two of them. He couldn’t fool you now.
Shaking your head, you ended up looking at Genya as she glanced a longing gaze over to David. It seemed like love was in the air tonight. But you huffed a laugh as he only looked back to her when she looked away. If only you could be like them. Have what they obviously had.
The crowd gave a long round of applause as Alina walked to the stage with Aleksander right behind her. The crowd immediately silenced as he turned to face them.
“Her name is Alina Starkov. And she will bring liberation to us all.” Aleksander spoke regally.
She would. To everyone but herself most likely.
With a dramatic clap, the darkness spread across the room and engulfed everyone in shadows.
You held your breath as Alina stepped forward and light appeared from her hands.
“Come on Starkov.” You whispered to yourself.
As the light solidified into a small ball, you released the breath you had held and smiled as she split it into two.
With a slow wave of her hands, the glass flew across the room and the whole surface was engulfed in a beautiful blue light. “Wow.” You breathed quietly. As your neck craned to take it all in.
Aleksander looked around the room, taking in everyone’s expressions, as you stared straight at Alina. And she looked back at you. She smiled confidently as her arms gracefully moved towards her chest and your eyes locked with hers.
And with one more wave of her hands, the balls split into large lights, illuminating the room and chasing off the darkness that had engulfed it.
You smiled softly at her as the crowd began to kneel and whisper the words “Sankta Alina.”
She gave you one more smile before turning her head to look at Aleksander who watched her intently.
With everyone distracted, now was your only chance to get ready. You feel sad as you take in the wide room for what would probably be your last time.
Kaz would grab Alina, while you had to find a Zenimi man dressed in a footman’s uniform.
Welcome back! This part was beautifully written and I can’t wait for the next ones ❤️
Thank you!!!!! I’m so happy to be able to write again and really missed this series!
This one is a bit long, but I don’t think there are any chapter warnings besides mention of past non con and angst.
And the interrogation scene is next. I’m very excited for that one
You had nearly made it to the stables, when you heard a gunshot echo in the far corridors of the Little Palace. ‘Please tell me that was part of your plan Kaz.’ You thought desperately to yourself as you shoved your few belongings you had stashed in your old room into a weathered pack.
As much as you had loved your fete dress, it was left behind with all of your other uniforms. You finished hastily buttoning your shirt before grabbing your old shoes from the front. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t see a grisha, just another commoner and that’s what you wanted.
You swallowed slightly as you carefully began to undo your leg brace. It had now become as much of a part of you as your injury had, but David himself had said that the metal he had used was rare. And that meant easily tracked.
As you slid the metal off of you, you cradled it in your arms and smiled at it. Perhaps it was stupid to feel so attached to something material, but this thing had given you a bit of your past back. It had stopped the pain from spreading up your thigh and had allowed you to be more mobile.
But you couldn’t dwell on that now, so you shoved the brace away and grabbed a nearby roll of bandages to keep yourself more sturdy.
After skillfully completing your wrap, you pulled up a pair of brown trousers and grabbed an old ratted coat that Ruslan had lent you before you left. It was time.
Slowly opening the door, you poked your head out and made your way to the place Kaz had shown you where the Zemini would be.
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Aleksander’s POV
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“What is it?” Aleks asked breathlessly as he opened his chamber doors. The last kiss he had shared with Alina still on his mind.
“Marie and Genya were attacked in the fitting room.” Ivan said seriously. “Alina was the target.”
Aleksander stiffened at that. He had known that people were after his sun summoner, but the thought that they were able to get into the Little palace left him uneasy.
“We have a suspect in custody.”
“Wait here.” Any annoyance at the interruption was gone. He had to make sure that there was no longer any threat. He finally had the stag within his grasp, and would be damned if Alina was killed before he could complete his plan.
Quickly shutting the door he walked to Alina and gave her his best smile.
“Is something wrong?” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him with concern.
“It’s nothing.” He brushed off easily. “I’ll leave my guards outside until I return.” He ran his hands down her small shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. He was so close. Too close for anyone to mess up what he had planned for Y/n and Alina.
“I’ll be waiting.” She said breathlessly as he caressed her cheek.
With a small nod he walked away but froze Galway to the door in favor of turning back to sneak one last kiss. She tasted like strawberries, and he couldn’t help but think of how you tasted like mint when he kissed you. As his lips pressed against Alina’s again, he forced himself to pull away. He could kiss her later, when the threat was dealt with and Ravka was theirs to rule, but he couldn’t help but feel the same pull of attraction he had felt towards Y/n. The one that made him want to stay in bed with her all day and never stop kissing her.
As he walked out of the room, he nodded to Ivan. “Take me to him.” He said sternly. “Any clue how he got in?”
“He hasn’t talked yet.” Ivan said as the two quickly made their way through the maze of halls.
“He will.” Aleksander said nonchalantly. “Bring Volkov as well. Two people sneaking into the Little Palace tonight is not a coincidence we can afford.”
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Y/n’s POV
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You shivered as you walked through the stables and leaned heavily on your cane. Your leg was much weaker now without your brace, and with each step you felt a familiar pain shoot up your thigh.
Leaving the musty rooms, you hobbled slowly towards the only carriage set up to leave.
“Can I help you, miss?” A deep voice asked from behind you. The Zemini was there when you turned around just as Kaz said he would be.
“Looks like you’re my ride, Kaz sent me.” You whispered softly.
The man’s eyes widened at the name and he whipped his head around to see if anyone had heard. “You’re y/l/n aren’t you?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips. “Saints Kaz found you fast.”
“More like I found him.” You responded with a shrug. “He had briefly mentioned that my passage out of here was bought. What does that mean?”
The man gave an exaggerated shrug. “Dunno. Kaz never tells me anything. Be glad he told me to expect you otherwise you’d have a bullet in your brain.”
“I appreciate not getting shot.” You said with an easy smile. “I’m Y/n.” You held out your hand.
“Jesper Fahey.” He shook your hand excitedly with a large grin. “What order are you?”
“Both a healer and heartrender.” You replied with a smile. “I’m a bit of a… special case.”
“Interesting.” He said thoughtfully. “Do you like it? Being grisha?”
You sighed and braced yourself against a large tree. “I love it. Healing others and doing something bigger than myself? I may not have had a choice, but it was perfect. Even after my accident.” You gestured to your knee. “I got it in the fold.” You explained before he could ask. “No one was able to fix it, but I still did my job, and did it well too.”
“So, what happened?” He asked seriously. “Why leave if it was so great?”
“Men are the same everywhere. Grisha or non grisha alike.” You thought back to the king and Aleksander. “Well men in power at least. You seem nice.”
He laughed at that. “Tell me about it. In Ketterdam we have entire houses that take advantage of young women. Have to stop myself everyday from going in there and shooting the bastards responsible for it.”
You nodded as you took in his tense expression. “I don’t think I’d have that much control.” You said honestly. “But it would be a bit obvious if a bunch of mobsters all fell down dead at the same time.”
He laughed again at that. “If you have any ideas on how to get away with it let me-“ Jesper froze and flattened the two of you against the tree. “You can’t be serious.” He whispered.
“What?” You hissed trying to look.
He released you and motioned for you to keep quiet.
Your eyes widened as you spotted Alina in plain brown clothes creeping towards your carriage.
The two of you stayed frozen as she pushed herself into the chest in the back.
Jesper let out a breathless laugh and you blinked at the scene. “Do- do all your heists go off like that?”
“Saints no. Usually there’s a part where we all face certain doom and have to cut our losses before coming out on top.” He started to laugh hysterically as he held out his hand for you.
You took it as you shook your head and he helped lead you towards the carriage. You’d be fine once you got used to not having your brace, but for now you weren’t used to being without it.
“What happened? You okay?” He asked, as Kaz and the Suli girl walked over.
The two looked disheveled and you swore you could smell the faint scent of smoke on their clothes.
“She’s real, Jesper. She made the light sing.” The girl whispered reverently.
“We lost her.” Kaz said gruffly, causing you and Jesper to look at each other with a smile.
“Did we?” He asked as you climbed into the carriage and winced at another sharp pain.
“We don’t know where she is.” The girl gave you a curt nod before climbing next to you.
“Don’t we?” You and Jesper laughed as the two men sat themselves on the seat. “Just ask.”
“Jesper-“
“Just ask.”
He gripped the reins tightly as Kaz glared at him.
“Fine. Do we have a fix on where the target is?”
With a small snort, Jesper flicked the reins and you were off.
