What Time Has Done (Part XI) Benedict Bridgerton X Original Character Series

What Time Has Done (Part XI) Benedict Bridgerton x Original Character Series

Synopsis: The Castillon family has vanished from society, and their hasty disappearance leaves many with burning questions.

Requested: no

Warnings: None (though do let me know if i've missed one)

Word Count: 2730

A/N: I'm back (for now)! Let the angst continue!

The two siblings find themselves sat upon their beloved swings once again. Eloise, having quickly dashed away any trace of her cigarette, lets out an ‘oh’ in slight relief at the fact that it is Benedict standing behind her. She regains her slightly slumped over position, taking another drag of the cigarette before handing it to Benedict, who sits in the empty swing beside her. Neither of them seem as entirely jolly as they had been in their previous night time meetings, though with the sense of tension in the air, who is to blame them? 

“I found bits of your sketchbook in the fireplace,” Eloise starts.

“Are you spying on me now?”

Eloise chuckles, “you would actually have to be interesting for me to spy on you”.

“The drawings in that sketchbook were abominable. I could not stand to look at them”. 

“I believe that is why they call it a sketchbook. Despite the fact that they were almost all of Miss Castillon, I write in my diary, which is not the same as writing in my novel,” Eloise turns to look at her melancholy brother. 

At the mention of Miss Castillon, Benedict slumps more against the rope of the swing, releasing a deep sigh. He had spent much of their time apart sketching her, as Eloise had evidently found out, but he found it was not the same. The sketches were not something that could fill the void of her absence. Benedict does nothing but elicit a short laugh.

“I assume you have not heard from her then?” Eloise asks, turning back to face the open field that is the Bridgerton property. 

“No. Unfortunately I have not”. 

“Have you tried knocking on her front door perhaps?” 

“I was sent away by their butler before I could even ascend the front steps,” Benedict replies, looking up from the ground. 

“It must be very difficult to want something and not be able to get it,” Eloise starts again. 

“Eloise,” Benedict tries but is interrupted. 

“If you enjoy drawing but need practice, then practice. If you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky”. 

“I am to assume this is not about drawing anymore?” 

Eloise does not verbally reply, but instead raises a brow at her older brother, hoping he understands. He does, but it does not ease his worry as much as one might hope. Whatever happened to have caused the Castillon family such a break from society is quite worrisome indeed, as even Lady Whistledown has not tried to poke fun at it quite yet. Balls and parties feel quite dull now that Miss Castillon is not around, and as much as he refuses to let himself admit it out loud, he has grown quite fond of her company. Though that would be obvious to anyone with eyes, he thinks anyway. 

“I am sure whatever has happened, Miss Castillon will make it through. She is a woman, therefore she has nothing, and yet still, she has gone through university in an attempt to better herself. You are a man, therefore you have everything. You are able to do whatever you want. So do it; be bold”. 

“Eloise, are you Lady Whistledown?” Benedict asks, not one to wallow in sorrow for too long. “You’re an accomplished writer, always scribbling away in that diary of yours. You seem to know everyone else’s business, and you have more opinions than anyone I know in London”. 

“Unfortunately not the business of anyone that matters at the minute,” Eloise comments, bringing them back to reality for a second. 

“I suppose not,” Benedict replies. Eloise reaches her hand over the ropes tying the strings to the tree and lays it atop Benedict’s. 

“We’ll figure this out soon. If not to have my dear friend back, then to at least stop you moping around the house all day,” Eloise says, trying to bring some light back to the situation. 

The Next Morning 

“Mama, do you know when Miss Castillon shall be back? I am quite bored with my governess,” Hyacinth asks from her spot on the couch, watching as Gregory spills his marbles across the carpeted floor. 

“I do not know dearest. We have not heard from her in quite a few days”.

“A few days? More like a few centuries!” Gregory whines from the floor. 

“Maybe she finally grew tired of you and decided to teach someone else,” Colin pipes up. 

“Colin!” Lady Bridgerton scolds her third eldest. 

“It was merely a joke, Mama,” Colin defends. 

“I thought jokes were meant to be funny,” Hyacinth comments, having grown clearly upset at his remark. 

“I did not mean it, Hyacinth,” Colin replies after a sharp look from their mother. 

How one person could leave such a gap in a space is something no one in the Bridgerton household had an answer to. Benedict has yet to cross his mother’s path that morning and she can only imagine how bad it must be for him if Hyacinth is also complaining about Miss Castillon’s absence. She was never one for agonisingly slow romances, and she knew just how little it took to become enraptured by someone; something Benedict is coming to realise for himself. 

“Has anyone seen Benedict this morning?” Lady Bridgerton asks the room, hoping someone might have an answer for her. 

“I have not seen him since before retiring to bed last night,” Colin replies, and Lady Bridgerton sighs. Clearly he did not provide her the answer she was hoping for. 

“Perhaps he is sketching more of Miss Castillon as we speak!” Hyacinth perks up, having found a crumpled up piece of sketch paper with a certain likeness on it just outside the bin of the drawing room. 

“I highly doubt that,” Anthony comments as he walks in the room. 

“Anthony! How are you this morning, dearest?” Lady Bridgerton asks her eldest. 

“Quite well. Though I cannot say the same for a certain brother of ours,” he looks over to Colin, trying to grab his attention. Through the odd sort of sibling telepathy the Bridgerton children seem to share, Colin’s eyes meet Anthony’s and the two have a nonverbal conversation. Colin rises from his seat, and without very many words at all, the two are out of the room, muttering something about a meeting in town that almost no one believes. 

“I think I may have found the reason for Miss Castillon’s sudden disappearance,” Anthony says once the two are out of earshot from the rest of the family. 

“What is it?” 

“I have reason to believe that Lord Castillon has been up to something that has caused a great deal of grief to the family. I noticed it at one of my last nights in his company. Gambling, a game he usually does not shy away from, seemed of no interest to him, and I can only imagine the family might have fallen into some financial difficulty”. 

“If you noticed this that long ago, why didn’t you say anything?”

“The pieces did not fit until the family vanished entirely. I thought one night off of gambling not quite odd enough to elicit further questioning, but now I see I may very well have been wrong”. 

“Does Benedict know?” Colin asks. 

“If he does, I was not the one he heard it from,” Anthony confirms. 

Meanwhile, during all of this, Benedict had taken it upon himself to try once again at the Castillon house. He decides to walk, seeing as the weather was nice and Eloise had taken the carriage anyway for a trip to the markets with Penelope. Upon reaching a closer distance to the house, he notices a redheaded figure that he takes no time at all to render as Miss Castillon. Quickening his pace, he tries his hardest to catch up with her, though upon hearing his footsteps, she only seems to walk faster. 

 “Miss Castillon! Miss Castillon! Please wait!” Benedict calls as he walks up behind her, eventually growing so close that she has no choice but to stop and turn around. 

“Good morning to you, Mr. Bridgerton,” his spirit sinks slightly at her tone of voice, not to mention the obvious tension in her eyes upon seeing him. 

“Good morning,” he replies, though it comes out more like a question, his bottled up confusion about the last several days almost ready to boil over, “how are you? No one has seen you as of late, we are all worried about you”. 

“I appreciate your concern, but I simply have not been well recently. Madeline caught something last week and unfortunately gave it to the rest of us, but today Mama thought a nice walk in the sun might do me some good,” she explains, hoping it is enough to persuade him. Truthfully she had not left her house much since the discovery of her family’s debt, as seeing other members of the ton at a time like this was not something she thought she could bear. Of course today being the one day she had chosen to venture further than their back garden would also be the one day she runs into Benedict. 

“Ah,” Benedict replies. “So we shall be seeing you out and about again soon then?” 

“Perhaps, if I am not the only one to recover, Mr. Bridgerton”. 

“Quite right, I suppose”. 

“If that is all Mr. Bridgerton, I shall take my leave. Good day,” she nods curtly and walks past him, giving him no time to try reaching out again, in fear that she might not be able to resist long enough if he did. Benedict watches as he leaves, wanting to follow her but being forced to stay in place, as if the universe was holding him there. 

The Castillon House- Emmeline’s Perspective

I walk quickly up our front steps, taking all of my energy not to turn around and spare Benedict another glance. I was not expecting to see him so soon, though I do not quite know how long I imagine I can stay inside without someone taking notice. We have refused any copies of Lady Whistledown as of late and with us not attending any social events, who knows what people are saying about us? On the trek back up to my room, I see Papa sitting on the bed of the guest room that he has been cast away to; Mama has not spoken to him or anyone since the news broke. I do not think anyone in the house has spoken to each other much at all, we’re all too much in shock. Andrew and Graham were quick to try and console me on the night itself, but since then, everyone seems to have secluded themselves. 

Truly it has become an insufferable household, but there is not much I can do if the whole house has put itself on lockdown. Sitting down on my bed feels more like a sinking rock than the release of pressure I was hoping for, but I stay sitting nonetheless. The tears that have been appearing every now and again seem to reacquaint themselves with their places on my cheeks as the sunlight casts an unusually high amount of sunlight into my room. I stand up quickly, closing the curtains and sitting back down, not feeling up to the sun that is quite the opposite of my current mood. I think back to Benedict’s face, and how sad he looked when I was sharp with him. How terrible it felt to lie, but the last thing I need is for him to also take pity on me. I do not need to drag him into this mess as well.

The Bridgerton Household- That Same Day

“We are to attend the boxing match today anyway. Perhaps that might be a time for him to take his mind somewhere else while we figure out how to tell him,” Anthony explains to Colin. 

“Indeed, a good breather I should imagine”. 

“If Mama knew I was here, of all places,” Daphne comments as the siblings walk into the boxing match, Anthony linked to Daphne’s arm. 

“Trust she would have more to say to me than you,” Anthony replies, then with a quick glance across the room, “ah, there is your prince now. With your fancy well in hand, I shall make myself scarce for the final blow,” he lets go of Daphne’s arm, putting some distance between himself and the couple. 

“Tell us Mr. Mondrich, is it true you’ve been training with the duke?” Lord Featherington asks the fighter as they stand in a cluster just outside the ring. 

“Let us not exaggerate my role. I am a mere pupil. Target practice at best,” Simon pipes in. 

“His grace is modest. He is one of the least pitiful students I have ever trained,” Mr. Mondrich jokes. 

Simon appears to lose track of the conversation as he notices Daphne taking a seat next to Prince Friedrich. Mondrich says something about the wagers before calling Simon back to the circle. Benedict cannot help but notice the disjunct in conversation and he recounts how many times on the journey over here where he had caused the same. His encounter with Miss Castillon has left him unsettled at best, and he wonders just how much of her story is true. He does not wish to undermine her by assuming her entire explanation a farce, but something seems to be hanging there, unexplained. 

“I, for one, have placed my bets on Mr. Gillespie. He is the prince’s man. Though it is a shame no one has seen Lord Castillon as of late. He is never one to miss an opportunity to cheer for the underdog,” Lord Featherington remarks before the crowd is called to take their seats. 

After the match, with a group of men grumbling about Lord Featherington’s lack of payment, Benedict finds himself seated at one of the club’s tables, a newspaper in hand. 

“What do you think, Bridgerton? This one more to your liking?” Someone asks from behind him. As he turns around, he is greeted by none other than Mr. Granville. Embarrassment is quick to rush through him as he recalls his previous encounter with the gentleman. 

“Mr. Granville-”

“Perhaps they should take it over to Somerset House, so it can be skyed right next to mine”. 

“I believe I owe you an apology, sir,” Benedict says, slightly uncomfortable with the situation he finds himself in. 

“Uncessessary. I actually quite enjoy the eloquent stings of your critique. And the rest of the party seemed to enjoy it as well,” he stops Benedict in his tracks, “so?” He looks back at the painting. 

“A touch morose for my taste”. 

“Hm,” Mr. Granville hums in response and points to the next one. 

“Tragedy, the hound deserved better,” Benedict comments, causing a laugh to rise out of Mr. Granville. 

“Where is yours?” He asks Benedict. 

“My…” Benedict trails off, not fully understanding. 

“Your work,” Mr. Granville clarifies. “Are you to tell me you’re not an artist yourself?” 

“Well, I suppose sometimes I like to…I almost-”

“I believe ‘yes’ and ‘thank you’ are the words that you seek. But either way, you should come by my studio. The pieces I do for myself are there, and I believe you’ll find my real work less…how did you put it? ‘Cold and lacking inner life’?” Benedict cringes at the recalling of his previous statement. 

“I shall never live that down shall I?” 

“Hm. Perhaps you shall bring that girl of yours, the one from our last encounter. Maybe she can be an inspiration to us all,” Mr. Granville ponders. 

“If she were in a state to be seeing people I might consider it. But she claims her entire family is ill so I doubt she would be interested,” Benedict counters. 

“Shame,” Mr. Granville sighs before walking away. 

Shame indeed, Benedict thinks. Anthony looks over at his brother as he makes his way to Simon, and the two share a look. Anthony’s end portraying more pity than anything, which Benedict immediately turns away from. It is as if he cannot escape Miss Castillon and yet she is not even in the room. She has truly done something to him, and he does not know if he can wait much longer to feel it again. In person.

Champagne Problems Masterlist

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has everything: a wealthy family, a famous last name, and the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding community as her soon to be husband. What happens when she’s reunited with a forbidden friend from the past?

(i) -the engagement party

(ii) -back to hogwarts

Can i request a Aegon ii x reader (i see that almost no one write for him) where the reader(who can be a Tyrell or a Baratheon girl)father and Alicent are planning to get them to marry and in the beginning Aegon is just doing it for his mother but he soon start to fall for reader ‘cause she is the only one who treats him gently,but then after a accident they get separated but now he is in love and wants her back?Sorry if this is too long and thank you 🫶🏻

⊱ ❀ ✿ ꕥOf monsters and flowers.

Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader.

I got a little carried away and i think i will make a part two.Reader is a Tyrell,bless her heart she is a sweetheart and didn’t deserve what i did to her.Hope you like it!Let me know what you think💕 (also sorry for the errors)

20/01/23:part 2 is up!💕

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Her little shoes brushed the hardwood floor as she slowly stepped down the long hallway.The glow of the candles on their pedestals lined the dark walls, and she fidget with her fingers as she glanced left to right at every closed door she passed by.

During night time the Red Keep turned in to a limitless and obscure place in which people can get easily lost.She never liked that place,she didn’t like it there,truth to be told she didn’t like anything that wasn’t her home:Highgarden.

But at least the parties for the beginning of the spring in Westeros were rarely an event,the last winter lasted over ten years three more of Y/n age.The parties were considered a gif from the Tyrell family,the rulers and protectors of the Reach,to the royal family Targaryen bringing at court the prettiest flowers that bloomed in Highgarden,the most delicious wine and the best musicians.

It was the first party that Y/n attended with her family,as the only child of Lord and Lady Tyrell she was prepared for months for that night.For her it was sewed the most beautiful azure dress embodied with golden roses,her hair where long on her shoulders with a little shiny flower to keep ‘em off her angelic face,and obviously her mother and her Septa educated her to behave like a proper Lady of her age.

The castle was so big that she thought she won’t ever be able to see all of it,and it was filled with things that everyone is always gushing over and whispering about, but it made her nervous. She felt like she could break something every time she turned around.And it was too dark. Even worse at night with the castle only lit by candlelight.

Y/n pressed her lips together,pausing before she called out,«Father?»

Where was him?

She stepped softly, not sure where she was or how to go back to the party, but she knew that she saw her father coming this way.She thought there was a third floor, too, but she was not sure where the next stairwell was to get to it.

Why would her father come up here? Everyone is downstairs.

Y/n clenched her jaw harder with every step away from the party she took. The lights, voices, and music faded, and the silent darkness of the hallway slowly swallowed her up.

She should go back.Her father would get mad that she followed him anyway.

«Father?» she called again, itching at the tights on her legs as the light azure dress she’d been wearing since this morning chafes her skin.

«What is the matter with you?»someone yelled in the cold corridor.

Y/n jumped surprised,it seemed to sound like the voice of a young woman.

«All that you do is drink and bother the servitude!I raised you better than this!»the woman yelled again.

Y/n spotted a silver of light peaking through a cracked doorway and walked closer.She doubted that her father was in there,he was usually the one yelling at people not the other way around.But maybe the person inside the room could have helped her to find him.

Leaning into the door frame,Y/n peered into the crack, trying to see who’s in the room.

At first, all that she could make out is gold. The golden glow of the golden flame of the candles shining onto the golden desk set. But then she shifted to the left,her pulse hammering in her chest,her mother and Septa would’ve be so disappointed to see her spying someone.

In the room King Viserys second wife,Queen Alicent Hightower,came cross into her view from behind her desk. She stood, breathing hard with her jaw set, as she looked down at whoever is on the other side.

«I do everything you ask me,all the time,to assure you the position you decided to have for me!»a young boy with long pale blonde hair,was giving his back to the door but Y/n could see the way his shoulder were moving up and now and the sound of his short breath.

Prince Aegon Targaryen,second of his name,was wearing his mother house colors,a dark green vest,that had a even darker wet spot on his chest.At his feet a golden cup was spilled and the floor was covered in dense light red liquid,probably wine that could be smelled in the room.

The Queen face looked tired,an expression that Y/n observed during the big dinner that started the celebration of the Spring.The Tyrell family was sitting at the same table of King Viserys like every other year,drinking,laughing and feasting together.With the back of her eye,Y/n saw her father speaking in the Queen ear while her eyes were setting to where the young Lady Tyrell was sitting next to her first son.

«Everything i ask you?»the Queen repeated with a short laugh«If you were really doing what I’ve asked you,you’ll be out there dancing with the girl.Asking question about her,listening to her speaking to you!»she yelled again with exasperation.

Y/n itched closer to the door,her hands were playing with the hem of her dress.She had met prince Aegon only few times and all of them they only spoke to each other mere greetings words,nothing more that a quick bow and some stolen glances from the other side of the room.He was few years older than her,taller and with a mischievous grin alway present on his pale and beautiful face.But the way he acted made him look a spoiled child that didn’t care about anyone around him except for himself.

The young prince turned around,the way his feet wobble a little and his red tainted cheeks made Y/n realize that was already drunk.During the fest,where they were sitting next to each other,the little girl tried to start a conversation with him.She asked him about his hobbies,what felt like to fly on the back of a dragon and if he liked the flowers that she had personally chose for their table.

Aegon didn’t even acknowledged her presence,all of her questions were answered with a long awkward silence or the sound of him slurping his,the gods knows how many,cup of wine.In the end Y/n had found herself talking with princess Helaena,who was sitting across from her,that shared her same interest in insects and flowers.

It was in that moment that Y/n saw her father excuse himself and heading out of the party room,soon even the Queen and her son were gone.

With Aegon heading towards the table where a golden pitcher was,Y/n could now see how tired his purple eyes looked and the way his light blonde hair framed his delicate face.

«Why would i care to listen to her?She is boring and stupid.»Aegon muttered under his breath.

There was a metallic sound,the cup that Aegon was holding in his right hand fell to the ground and landed beside the one that was already there,more wine was staining the floor.

Queen Alicent was now standing in front of her son and after she had slapped the hand holding more alcohol,she grabbed the young boy by his jaw.Y/n gasped,covering her mouth with her hand and looking at the scared expression on the prince face.

His eyes widened,fear and pain inside of them fought for dominance,his breath quickened as his chest was moving faster like his heart was trying to escape it.He didn’t said a word while his mother brought him closer to her face.

«Because her father cares about her!»she stated through gritted teeth, her voice was loud and and made her look even more infuriated«Highgarden cares about her and that’s mean you have to care about her!»she continued.

Y/n froze on her spot,in her cute little dress,unable to move a single inch of her body.They were talking about her the whole time?She was the reason why the Queen was so mad to her son?

But then she realized with the Queen next words:«Once you’ll be sitting on the throne there will be a war and we will need Highgarden on our side!And to have it you need to have her first,can’t you understand that?»she asked letting go of her son face.

Y/n brain was melting in her head,a war?Aegon on the Iron Throne?But she thought that King Viserys named his first daughter,Rhaenyra Targaryen,as his heir.She remembered her father disappointment whenever,drunk or not,he was speaking of such a joke to have a woman to rule the Seven Kingdoms.

But what really shocked the little girl was what the Queen had alluded to:a union forged between their houses,a son for a daughter,a wedding.That’s must be why the prince was sitting next to her during the dinner,why his mother kept shifting the conversation on her and why her father often discussed with the Queen.They were promising their children to each other.

Aegon stumbled a little,caressing his aching jaw where his mother iron grip still lingered on his skin.He didn’t care for the throne,the political aspects,and most of all he didn’t wanted to belong to someone else,especially to Lady Y/n Tyrell.The young prince just wanted to be left alone,free to drink and have whoever he wanted,free from that weird little girl stupid conversation and cute face.

«Did you understand?»his mother bursted out again.

Y/n sucked in a breath, and on reflex, took another step. But she accidentally went forward instead of backward and hit the door. The hinges creaked,the door creeps open another inch, and she took a step back.

Oh, no.

She scurried back, away from the door, and whirled around, ready to bolt. But before she could escape, the door opened, light spilled across the dark hardwood floors, and a tall shadow loomed over her.

The little girl clenched her thighs, the silvery ache was burning like she was about to pee on her dress. Slowly, she she turned her head and saw Queen Alicent standing there in a dark green dress with golden embodied.The scowl on her face softened,and she lets out a sigh.

«Good evening,my dear.»she said,her lips curled in a slight smile as she gazed down at the little girl.

On instinct,Y/n took a step backwards.«My apologize,your Grace.»she bowed her head down«I…I got lost.»she swallowed,looking up at her brown eyes.«Do you know where my father is? I can’t find him.»she asked then,her voice was thin and polite,a little shaky just like her hands.

The Queen smiled,squatting down at Y/n level«You are Y/n,right?»she asked sweetly.

The little girl nodded,putting a foot behind her and ready to take a step back.But before she could,the woman in front of her caressed her cheek«You have your father eyes.»she said.

That wasn’t true and no one ever told her that.She was nothing like her father,not in the slightest.

Y/n cleared her throat«Do you know where my father is?»she asked again,desperate to leave that hallway and the situation.

But just then, the room’s other occupant swings the door open even more, letting the knob hit the wall, and charged around his mother and out of the room.Blonde messy hair,pale skin,tired purple eyes and stinking of wine,young prince Aegon was now in front of her.

His mother placed her hands on his shoulder making him jump a bit«I’m sure that my son will be more than happy to help you finding your father.Right,Aegon?»she squeezed him,a forced smile on her lips.

The boy seemed absent,his eyes empty while he was watching Y/n up and down memorizing the way she was holding her gown like she wanted to tear it off.It was clear that he wanted nothing to do with her at the moment or in the future,but at his mother will,a similar smile came across his face.

He moved silently,taking a few steps in Y/n direction«Of course mother,it would be a pleasure to help you Lady Y/n.»he said taking her hand in his.

Aegon walked fast down the hallway,wanting to be free by his mother presence as soon as possible and Y/n did her best to follow him.She didn’t even had the time to thank the Queen properly that her son had snatched her away,holding her hand in a iron grip that started to hurt her.

The little girl could sense the distress coming from the boy ahead of her and with every corner they turned,with the light of the candles,she could swore she saw tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

«My prince»started Y/n with a gentle voice,Aegon ignored her just like he did on dinner«I’m really sorry of the trouble this situation is causing you.If i can do anything to help you-»

Unfortunately Y/n knew that in the world she was living in,hardly young Lady and Lords had the fortune to marry someone out of love.Marrige was just a mere political question,sons and daughters to sold to the best offerer,to whom seemed to be the best for the family sake.

But maybe,she thought,if they were to be betrothed to each other they could get to know each other more and one day to actually love each other.

Aegon stopped walking right before entering the grand hall where the party was,from the other side of the door music was playing loud and the cheering could be audible from miles away.

Y/n stood still as the young prince turned to look at her«The only thing you could do to help me is to keep your little mouth shut and do not talk about this to me or anyone!»he hissed against the little girl finally letting go of her hand.

«But my prince-»Y/n tried only to be interrupted again.

«Do you wish me to tell your father that his precious daughter was spying to the Queen and future King?»he asked her,enjoying the way her face become pale at the mention of it.

With Y/n shaking her head,Aegon opened the door of the hall and a warm golden light welcomed them alongside the smell of flowers and sweet wine.

The prince disappeared in the crowd,not caring about finding Lord Tyrell because it was him who had found his daughter.Icy cold fingers wrapped themselves around Y/n arm,a familiar smell of alcohol came from his breath,as he turned his daughter to speak to her.

«Care to tell me why you where alone with the prince?»his asked her,his voice was low and an angry expression was present in his face,one that Y/n knew really well.

Y/n kept her eyes on her shoes,playing a little with her feet«I-I got lost and he helped me.»she spoke with a tiny voice.

Her father tightened his grip on her arm making her hiss in pain«And why were you lost when i specifically told to not leave your place?»her father was so close to her face that Y/n saw the redness in his eyes and the anger behind them

Y/n was his only daughter,his only child,his only rightful child to be specific,and her father never missed out the opportunity to let her know how much he wished for a son,a heir for Highgarden and how her only purpose was to be married off to some important Lord of the realm.

But now that he had planned the union with the prince,the future King of the Seven Kingdom,he couldn’t have his daughter weirdness to ruin his chance to be the father of the future Queen.Their engagement wasn’t official and it was inappropriate for a Lady like her to be alone with the prince.People could start talking.

With Y/n silence,Lord Tyrell spoke again«Did you really enjoy disobey me?Ruin everything that i plan for you?First it was Lord Stark son to say that you didn’t even speak to him,now you wander off the castle like a stupid girl and-»her father words were sharper than a knife that was cutting the layers of her heart,word after word.

But what really hurted her was the fact that she knew he was right.She had always been different from the other ladies and how her father wanted her to be.Y/n liked simple and soft things just like herself,just like her favorite spot in the gardens of her home where she spent half of her time hiding from the world.

«Your majesty,to what i own the pleasure?»her father voice changed immediately becoming joyful,a big smile was now present on his face as he let go of his daughter arm bowing his head to someone who was behind her.

Aegon voice surprised Y/n,who was still looking at her feet like they were the most interesting things in the world.A warm hand touched her back and she shivered,feeling the warmth irradiating her body through the delicate fabric of her dress.

With him next to her she felt more brave,tilting her head up as the young prince took place next to her«Lord Tyrell»the boy greeted politely«I just wanted to ask you daughter to dance with me.»he said narrowing his eyes at the man in front of him.

He was deep in the crowd,at his second cup of wine since he came back,when he saw the way Y/n eyes started to water,how her lower lip trembled trying to hold in the urge to cry and the horrible expression on her father face.The young prince felt a odd sensation in his chest,it was like he was watching himself interacting with his mother,but Y/n was far more soft than him and a grip like that would’ve broke her.

With hitching hands,his legs walked towards her before his brain could give them the command to do it and now he was holding her next to him.

«Of course,your majesty»Lord Tyrell answered instead of his daughter,his eyes sparkling«Y/n would be more than happy to accept,right sweetheart?»in her father words she could feel the thick desire to have the process of their union working.

Aegon turned to the girl next to him«Would you?»he asked again,but this time his voice was calm a reassuring.

He asked her,not her father,and he wanted to make sure that she was fine with it.Otherwise he would’ve found another excuse to drag her away from that horrible man.She may be boring and stupid,like he addressed her before,but no one deserved to be treated that way by the person who was suppose to love you unconditionally.

Y/n put on her best fake smile,turning to the prince next to her and bowing to him«I would like nothing more,my prince.»she answered with light voice.

Another song started to play,the dance floor was adorned with beautiful blue and lilac flowers and a warm golden light irradiated all the people dancing and laughing around.With the corner of her eye Y/n saw princess Helaena dancing happily with young prince Jacaerys,while the King watched them with a soft expression.

Queen Alicent and Lord Tyrell were now sitting next each other again,as their eyes followed where their children were going around all of the people.The young prince lead the little girl away from their judging eyes,away from the chaos at the center of the floor to a more private spot just for them.

Aegon placed his warm hands on Y/n hips after guiding her arms around his neck«Forgive my rudeness,your majesty,but i don’t think this is the way we are suppose to be dancing to this song.»Y/n said,that closeness made her arms weak and her legs shaky.

Princess Rhaenyra was also dancing with her husband,Lord Laenor Velaryon,alongside her first son and younger sister.Y/n saw the way people on the dance floor changed parter from time to time according to rhythm of the music,but whenever someone got close where Aegon and Y/n stood,the young prince prevented anyone to take his place in the young Lady arms.

«I’m the son of the king,»he stated«i can dance like i want.»

Y/n nodded as her partner twirled around,she could feel her father eyes on her alongside the warm brown ones of the Queen.

«Pretend to have fun,their are watching us.»Aegon spoke under his breath so that no one but her could hear him.

Her heart started to pound in her chest,it was difficult to maintain the eye contact especially when the prince was looking anywhere but at her«I promised to not speak about it,but this is really how it’s going to be between us?»she asked as Aegon twirled again.

The boy was holding in a yawn,like he couldn’t care less about what she asked«I’m sorry to be the one to let you know,my Lady,but there is no us.»he stated looking around them.

The little girl heart clenched a bit,her body moving but her mind was heavy like stone.It was her duty to find a honorable a suitable husband,that was the reason why she was born and the idea of prince Aegon being one scared her a little.It was clear that the young boy was interested only in himself,in his wine and beautiful young servant girls.

And if Y/n had to be his wife she had to swallow it all without saying a word,she was there for political matters not for love even she desperately wished to have a marrige filled with love and intimacy unlike her parents one.

Y/n bit down on her tongue but the words came out anyway«But when you become King you will need me by your side.»her voice was quiet and easily suffocated by the loud music.

Aegon stopped moving,the sound of the music dying in their ears as the song came to and end«Then,my future Queen,you should know where your place is and when it’s time to speak.»he told her,walking her to their table and disappearing once again in the crowd.

The next day the sun was up in the sky shining down to every living creature in King’s Landing.The delicate perfume of flowers was in the warm air and the chirping sound of the little birds was singing in the wind.

The spring was finally and officially there.

Y/n was sitting on the fresh green grass in the Red Keep garden,it was nothing like the big gardens that she grew up with at home,but that was the only place that she felt in peace and at ease.

Beside her the flower that she had picked with their beautiful and unique colors,were waiting to be intertwined in a small crown while Ser Larys Strong was sitting on a bench next to her.

During her first two days at the Castle,Y/n had spent the majority of her time in his presence sharing with him the same love and knowledge for plants and flowers of every kind.

«The roses bloomed beautifully this year.»he said looking at bush next to him and taking one in his hands.

Y/n nodded,a little smile on her face,but not taking her eyes off the flower crown«They were preparing during the whole winter and the result didn’t disappointed.»she stated.

Lord Larys watched the little girl carefully,he already did when he first visited Highgarden with his father for the first time.She was quiet,reserved and easy to toss around,also she was the head of one of the most richest houses in Westeros and the Reach would have offered her a strategic point during the years.

It was no surprise that he was the one presenting the idea to the Queen,having Y/n as Aegon wife would’ve certainly made behave the boy,gave him the support to his claim to the throne and her good and kind heart would’ve made her an amazing Queen to the people compared only to Alysanne Targaryen.

Lord Larys nodded,just like he,Queen Alicent and her father were preparing her and the future King to take the what was his birthright«A crown for a princess?»asked the man pointing with his walking stick what Y/n had been working on.

Y/n hand faltered a bit and she hoped that Lord Larys didn’t notice that and the way her cheeks heated up.She shook her head«I’m afraid i’m no princess,my lord.Just a crown for a normal Lady.»she said showing him the result.

Her mother,Lady Tyrell,had taught her how to do that when she was just a child«But you could be»Lord Larys stated,his eyes were calculating just like his words«You and prince Aegon seemed very fond of each other last night.»he told her,of course,hidden in the darkness,he was keeping an eye on the two of them just like everybody else.

«The prince was just being kind,my Lord»Y/n answered immediately,avoiding his intense gaze.

«The one who’s kind here is you,Lady Y/n.You could have made a Good Queen,if things were different.»Lord Larys stood up,holding his walking stick,and making his way towards the castle.

«Lord Strong»a young voice came in«My mother is looking for you.»Aegon stood in the middle of the garden,his purple eyes traveling on Y/n figure while the young Lady got on her feet and bowed to greet him.

Lord Larys gave Y/n a little smile«I wish you good evening my Lady,hope that we could spend more time talking about flowers in the future.»as he was taking his leaving.

«I wish you the same,my Lord.»Y/n responded holding the flower crown in her hands.

Aegon followed with his eyes the cranky figure disappearing inside the Red Keep«Was he bothering you?»he asked turning to face the young girl.

She was wearing a long light yellow dress,two long braids fell from each of her shoulder,her face was redden thanks to the sun and her eyes shined under the warm light.

A little spark plunged in the young boy chest as she smiled at him,shaking her head«Not at all,my prince.I find his company quiet enjoyable if i had to say.»she explained to him.

«You find enjoyable talking to that freak about boring plants and stupid flowers?»Aegon asked gesturing with his hand the bushes around them and with a confused expression on his face.

Y/n face scrunched up,a little scowl on her pretty face«Flowers are not stupid!»she stayed with red cheeks.

The smirk on Aegon face grew,as he founded enjoyable to torment the little girl as his liking«Boring and stupid»he corrected her«just like spring time.Why would we need spring when we have the long summer?»he asked peeling off the petals from a daisy.

Y/n let go of her little crown that landed on the soft grass,walking towards the bush where the roses that Lord Larys was talking about bloomed«There’s a lot of things that we don’t know about,my prince.But if the Gods decided to gif us with spring even though they already gave us the long summer,it means that,deep down,we know that we need it.»she explained with tender voice.

Aegon remained quiet for a bit but his mind was loud enough,he remembered the speech his mother gave him before the Tyrell arrival: “Deep in their blood and their bones,everyone knows,that one day you will be our King.”

But why would the real need him,the spring,when they already had Rhaenyra,the long summer?

Because they knew they needed him,the King first son,to sit on the Iron Throne and reign on the Seven Kingdoms.

«But what if the spring doesn’t want to come?»Aegon asked,his voice trembled a bit while he swallowed the lump in his throat.

He couldn’t even understand why,out of everyone,he was talking to her about this topic.But somehow,it came easy to speak his mind around her.

Y/n reached to a little lilac rose,it was tiny and the rosebud didn’t bloomed yet like the other flowers around«This one seems late»she said handing it to the prince«But that doesn’t mean that it won’t be as beautiful as the other.Maybe it will take many springs to get ready,but when it will be bloom it will be the most beautiful flower in the garden.»she reassured him.

Aegon watched the stem in his hands«You sound very confident in what you say.»he noticed.

The girl besides him nodded«With a little help anything can happen.»

The young prince felt the heavy rock on his heart being lifted for the first time in years,he had someone now on his side ready to fight his battle and to help him grow stronger every day.

As Aegon played with the flower in his hand a little sting crossed his palm«Ow!»he bursted out shaking his hand.

Y/n immediately took his hand in hers«What happened?»she asked trying to take a look.

«Your stupid flower!Did you wanted to kill me?»he answered with res cheeks and short breath.

Finally when the prince opened his hand,the little girl had to quiet down a giggle.Nothing had happened,there was just a little trickle of blood and a thorn in his palm.

Aegon hissed when Y/n took the thorn out without warning«Do you find my pain funny,Lady Y/n?»he asked,he seemed quiet offended.

Y/n cleared her throat from a another laugh«Absolutely not,my prince.»then she held his hand up close to her face.

«What are you-»Aegon words died on his mouth a warm feeling exploding in his chest.

She had brought her lips right were the small cut was on his pale,her soft and rosy lips kissing where it pained him«Here,all better now.»she said caressing the bloody flesh.

Aegon felt an unfamiliar warmth spreading all across him,a red sensation traveling from the tip of his feet right up to his neck while his hearth was hammering furiously in his rib cage.

And just like she said,everything was better now.

It has been a week since Y/n had found out that soon her engagement with prince Aegon will be officially announced before the end of the next week and since that day in the garden,the young Lady and the young prince were forced to spend time together.

Every excuse sounded like a good one to have time in the same room or at least talking to each other.His mother had called her more than once in her presence to express her gratitude for staying at her son side in a delicate time like this,a war was coming an the House of the Dragon will be divided,Rhaenyra and Aegon would be fighting in the first lines and they needed allies.

So much had changed of Aegon bratty demeanor during the time he spent in Y/n presence,his annoying jokes,his rudeness and troublesome behavior started to quiet down leaving everyone around him shocked.

Lady Y/n was the first one that treated him gently,when he talked to her he started to have a sense of totally intimacy between them.He could tell her anything about himself,his fears and even his weird little things,and she wouldn’t tell to anyone he knows that.Staying alone with her,spending time in her company felt like opening the door of his life a closing it behind him.

He wasn’t scared of them like the other little Lords were of a silent girl who never looked anyone in the eyes,she was actually a pretty gentle person,but he feared being around her,because of the confusing way he started to act,the things he had confessed to her that he normally wouldn’t say to anyone.

«Where are we going?»Y/n was trying to keep her voice quiet,a hand holding the gown of her pink dress and a laugh of her lips.

Aegon was holding her hand,it was late night,after another fancy dinner with the Lords and Ladies of Westeros,when he snatched her out from the dance floor.

The moon was high in the dark sky and the little stars were illuminating them from above.Dragonpit looked even more majestic at night.

«You remember what you told the first day you came at the castle?»he asked her opening the gate.

«I told you a lot of things,Aegon.You have to be more specific.»since the prince told her to address him with his birth name when they were alone,Y/n was using all of the time.

Aegon rolled his eyes«You told me that you wished to see a dragon.»he reminded her.

Y/n eyes widened a big smile now was present on her face.The inside of Dragonpit was dark only lighted with few torches on the stone walls,the air smelled like wild animals and it was quiet colder than she had imagined.

Aegon was guiding her,a hand behind her back as a big creature creeped out of the dark.

Sunfyre was his dragon,with gleaming gold scales,which shone like beaten gold in the sunlight,and pale pink wings membranes.Y/n swore that it was the most beautiful dragon ever seen in the know world.

The little girl took a step back out of instinct when the dragon came closer where it’s rider was«Don’t be afraid,it won’t hurt you.»Aegon reassured her.

She watched carefully how Aegon caressed the dragon necks,whispering to it something that she couldn’t understand,perhaps something in high Valyrian.«Come.»he said then outstretching his hand to hers.

For all of her life she had listened to stories and legends about dragons,how fast they were,how their fire could melt even steel and stone.And now,finally she had one in front of her eyes,and not just a dragon but Aegon’s.

Her legs felt like stone as she took little steps toward the monstrous creature that was keeping his bloody eyes on her small figure.Y/n could feel her heartbeat in her ears and her mouth go dry as Aegon placed her hand on Sunfyre warm scales.

Sunfyre rumbled a bit as his eyes closed enjoying the little pets he was receiving«I think he likes me.»the little girl said with enthusiasm.

Aegon had a genuine smile on his face,he was looking at the other part of him getting along with his future wife,the future mother of his children that will have to reign besides him.

He never felt this way,for anyone before.As his fingers brushed to her delicate face,under her chin to turn her head towards him he placed his warm lips to her soft ones.

It wasn’t the first time that he kissed someone,he was twelve years old and had his fun around the castle,but this felt different.The way his soul felt at ease and his skin itched to be close to her,the way her pure smell was intoxicating him made him week on the knees.

Y/n on the other side felt like her heart was about to explode in her chest,she was squeezing her eyes so tightly and her body was as still as a tree while she had pushed her lips to meet the prince ones.

Sunfyre growled as the patted from each other,and Y/n thanked the gods that Aegon was still holding her back because she felt like her legs weren’t able to keep her up.

«Y/n!»the little girl jumped away from his embrace when she heard the yells from her mother.

Lady Tyrell face was fuming,red as a dragon fire,while she was taking deep strokes to reach her daughter arm.Behind her Queen Alicent had a disappointed expression on her face,starring directly at her son,while Ser Criston Cole walked beside her.

«Mother!»Y/n said when Lady Tyrell dragged her away from the prince and his monster.

«What where you thinking to do to my daughter?»her mother bursted out at Aegon.

Sunfyre growled again in defense«We weren’t doing anything!»Aegon explained.

«And i should believe you just because you are the prince?»Lady Tyrell yelled again still holding her daughter«I heard stories about you and i don’t want you near my daughter!».

As always Lord Tyrell hadn’t informed his wife about his plans or maybe she just didn’t agree with him.

«He’s saying the truth,mother.»Y/n called everyone attention on her«I just wanted to see a dragon and the prince was kind enough to let me.»she saw the way Aegon face softened at her words.

The Queen let out a sight,placing a hand on Y/n mother arm«Maybe it’s better if we go back to the castle,the children are alright and we can talk about this in a better place.»tying to calm her down.

Lady Tyrell slapped the Queen arm away,Ser Criston was ready on his feet«A better place is Highgarden,where i will take my daughter tonight!»she screamed.

Aegon eyes widened,how could he stay without her now?He needed her beside him«You can’t do that!»the young prince took a step towards where Y/n was,Sunfyre moving closer behind him.

«Aegon!»his mother called him with a stern look.

«I can and i will!»Lady Tyrell informed him.

Sunfyre was looking directly at the woman,a low rumble coming from the back of his throat,his wings starting to moving agitatedly.

«I’m gonna keep her as far away from you-»with every word Lady Tyrell was speaking she was hitting Aegon with her finger,right on his chest and under the dragon eyes.

Y/n eyes widened,her breath got stuck in her throat as she watched Ser Criston pulling his mother away from in front of her.

A golden warm wrapped around the little girl figure,light flames danced on the skin of her left shoulder.Walking up her once untouched neck,her delicate chin and rosy cheek dissolving every trace of beauty and innocence she once had.Before her mother instigated Sunfyre,before the dragon opened his monstrous mouth and spit his unforgivable flames on Y/n.

It wasn’t her the dragon was aiming for,it was her mother.But it was Y/n who had found herself screaming till she collapsed on the dirty floor,her who was brought to the Grand Maester room in Ser Criston arms.

And it was her who never saw King’s Landing and Aegon again.As the week after the accident,her parents went back to Highgarden with an annulled union and two broken hearts leaving each other.

Promised Masterpost

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!reader

Status: Completed

Total word count: 43k

In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Links for other platforms: AO3 | Wattpad

Part 1 - Dinner Guests

Part 2 - Back in Hogwarts

Part 3 - Parallels and Potions

Part 4 - One and the Same

Part 5 - Making believe

Part 6 - Of Vows and Wrangles

Part 7 - Gift Giving 

Part 8 - Slughorn’s Party

Part 9 - Never trust a Snake

Part 10 - Mors Grano

Part 11 - The Earth’s Centre

Part 12 - Pillow Talk and Butterbeer

Part 13 - Pranks and proper Paybacks

Part 14 - Gaunt Manor

Part 15 - A Dagger for a Devotee

Part 16 - 30th June 1945

Part 17 - Epilogue

Find the sequel to Promised on my new account, here.

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He Knows - Simon “Ghost” Riley Pt. 14

An: Well, it only took 36,000 words to get here, but here we are! It's a long one and I had so much fun writing this part, so I hope you like it! My school is ramping up again, so I won't be able to update as often, but I'm still working away!

Hi there, this is a series about Simon Riley from COD. This series does not follow any of the established plots or timelines from the games. While I use the names of some characters, they are different from the ones in COD.

Summary: You’re held captive by 141 for reasons unknown.

Word count: 6100

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut, nsfw, angst, military setting, explicit language, graphic depictions of violence, use of guns.

Image credit: @ave661 (they're amazing!!)

I’ve never shot a gun before, but as I hold Ghost’s in my hand, I try to imagine what it will feel like.

The weapon is like solid lead in my hands. I weigh my options as I click the safety on and off. I feel like a broken scale and I’m indecisive at heart. Tonight is no different.

I twist the weapon around to get a better look at the black coating. It’s well taken care of. Everything Ghost does is so meticulous and thought out. So, to see him leave the cabin in such a haste is cause for concern on its own. Did my words really affect him that much? Or was that all his own doing?

Part of me wonders if he’s watching through the window. Does he think I’d risk attempting to shoot him? I could turn the gun around in my hand. He wouldn’t expect that. None of them would. But then neither of us would get what we want. I’d never see my family again. There’s no satisfaction in the thought.

I also know I couldn’t kill anyone else either. No matter the harm they’ve done. There’s already so much pain in the world. Who am I to add to it? Who am I to decide who gets to live or die? I’m no God.

Yet, I can’t help but wonder if the world would be better off without men like him.

So, I set the gun back down on the table. And then I pick it up again. I slide the magazine out and take each bullet. I slip them into my pillowcase. This is as much power as I take back tonight. Whatever Ghost does if or when he returns is all on him. I am staying as far from this game as possible. I never wanted any part. There are enough men dead because of me.

I sleep with the sound of bullets quietly rubbing and clinking against each other beneath my skull. When I feel his hand cold against my skin, I swear I see Death himself.

The ragged gasp for air feels like my first breath. My heart is racing. I feel the hot, meaty muscle as it climbs its way up my throat and suffocates me as it beats against my windpipe. Thump, thump, thump. My eyes immediately lock on the ominous shadow.

Ghost slowly retracts his hand. He smells like sweat and the outdoors. The cold scent lingers on his clothes and mixes with the smell of burning wood present in the cabin.

Moonlight filters in through the window and mixes with the warm glow of the fire. Between the two, I can just make out the watchful eyes behind the balaclava. He sits on the edge of the bed with both hands now resting on his thighs. I didn’t even feel the dip.

I sit up and pull my knees to my chest and away from him.

“How long were you there?” I don’t expect much of a response. I don’t know if I want one. Once I open this door, there are only so many places it can lead.

“A while,” Ghost’s voice is quiet and strained. He says he’s been here a while, yet his hands are still cold. Or maybe I just imagined they were cold. None of this feels real anymore, only my drumming heart demanding resolve. “Where are the bullets for my handgun?” his question catches me off guard. I didn’t think he’d notice so soon. Maybe he has been here a while? Maybe he already knows. I glance at the table to see the shadows of the weapons in the same spot as before, visibly untouched.

“I hid them,” I say without making eye contact. If I do, he’ll know for certain where they are. There’s something about him that’s almost angelic in the way he reads people. It’s utterly terrifying.

“Why?”

“I’m not sure anymore,”

“Y/n, you know I’m not going to shoot you,” It almost comes out like a question. I know, in theory at least. He can’t shoot me because he needs me, but does that mean he won’t?

Part of me knows he won’t because there are better ways to kill a person. Cleaner ways. More personal ways. They could make it look like an accident. 141 could erase me from existence - make it look like I was never born - if they haven’t already.

“Why are we doing this?” my voice is barely audible. His actions over the last day have left me feeling more confused than ever. First, he says it was all a part of his plan and now he’s saying it wasn’t. Deciphering the truth has become more frustrating than ever. 

“Could you recognize the men who did this to you?” I hear the strain in his voice again, like he’s holding back.

“I was blindfolded,”

“Their voices?”

I shake my head. “They all blend together,” A pent-up breath escapes my chest. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It does,” he lowly urges. “Y/n, I need you to know what happened to you was unacceptable. That was never the plan. You were to be kept on a low dose of drugs for a limited amount of time, just enough to disorient you. What they did – those marks on your skin – should have never happened. Never,” He insists. I wrap my arms around my knees as he shifts closer. An anxious feeling creeps up the back of my neck. “I can’t punish them if I don’t know who they are.”

“I don’t want more people getting hurt because of me,” I finally look at him. He leans toward me with one hand resting on the bed. There’s a nervousness in the air. 

“Not because of you. Actions have consequences,” he says. “Their behaviour will be corrected.”

“Please don’t,” I quietly beg as I shift onto my knees. I take a risk and gingerly grab onto his forearm. “It’s not worth it,” I’m livid it happened in the first place, but their punishment is just spreading the pain around in my name. I don’t want that. I want it to end.

“If I don’t, it’ll happen again,” Ghost says as he looks down at my hand. His words are resolute. There’s a sinking feeling in my stomach. His strong arm is tense under the henley, but I don’t pull away.

“What about the man behind this one?” I reach to pull my shirt over my shoulder. His soulful eyes latch onto the bruised skin. Ghost’s chest heaves with a deep sigh. He knew this was coming.

“He needs more than just correction,” Ghost’s eyes are glued to the marks.

“Like what?” I risk the question. It’d be so easy for him to shut me out. To turn around and leave. But I need to know. What kind of a person is he? How does he perceive his own cruelty? I silently pray he stays. 

“Only Hell can help him,” Simon finally looks up. His eyes are filled to the brim with so many emotions, they’re hard to discern. But what stands out the most is how much pain is evident behind that mask.

“I don’t believe that,” I grip his arm tighter. Part of me is afraid of his answer. I don’t know the truth behind his words. I only have a small idea of the violence he’s capable of. I’ve only glanced through a crack in the window of pain he’s caused and even that was significant.

“You don’t know half the things I’ve done, y/n,” his hands tighten into fists. 

“I’ve cut, burned, fucking butchered people without a second thought. I kill men. It brings me so much pleasure to watch those animals die, y/n. I’m not someone who can live without violence,” Ghost starts to tremor. ”There are only so many places for a man like me.”

I shake my head. “I don’t…I don-”

“Believe it,” Ghost cuts me off. “Look at what I did to you,” he moves closer as his other hand reaches up to my exposed arm. Ghost’s fingers lightly trace the bruises. His hands are hot, different from how I remembered them moments ago. There’s a warmth to him, even if he refuses to acknowledge it. Part of me wants to make excuses for him: that it was the heat of the moment, or because I knowingly withheld information that put us all at risk. That doesn’t make it okay. None of this is okay. My moral lines have become so blurred within the last several weeks, it’s hard to know when they’ve been crossed.

I don’t know what to say to him. I focus on the feeling of his gentle fingers on my arm.

“It was the only thing that fixed my father,” His voice deepens. I’m not prepared for where this conversation is about to go. I feel my heart racing in my chest, ready to break free. “I used to hate him for the things he did, how he’d hurt my brother and mum. Fuck, would he hurt her. He hated her and took every ounce of hate out on that woman. He left her beaten and bruised for years,” Ghost wraps his hand around my arm, under the dark bruise. “And look at me now. Look what I’ve done to you. You don’t deserve this.”

My throat tightens and I feel tears prick at my eyes. I tilt my head back and force them down. I feel his careful gaze follow down my neck, across my collarbones, then land on the damning marks above his fingers.

“You’re better than he is, Simon,” it’s barely a whisper.

“You don’t know me,” Ghost’s voice cracks.

“Maybe not. But you’re here right now. And that tells me all I need to know,” our eyes lock together. I see the distress behind his mask. How he so badly wants to believe me. “Simon, I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t. You don’t know how this ends, y/n,” he murmurs. I shift closer to him again so that our legs rest against each other. His breathing deepens at our proximity. His hand leaves my arm to wrap around a strand of hair. He examines it quietly, his thumb slowly tracing the length.

I feel the heat and tension radiating from his body, yet find myself strangely at ease in his presence. He cares. He won’t dare say it, but I can feel it in his gentle touches, the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention. He had my back when his men were making crude jokes in the van. I think of his concern for me when we were at the last safehouse and I didn’t have shoes. How he lingered to make sure I was okay. How he gave me an extra blanket and touched my shoulders when everyone else was sleeping. I remember when he immediately noticed something was off after the prisoner confronted me. The first thing he did was make sure I was okay. He’s always cared.

My heart still races, but not because I’m scared. My fear has morphed into a more dangerous emotion. One I can’t say out loud. One that would put both of our lives in danger.

When I look into his dark eyes, I see them mirroring my own. Shadowy pools of desire lap at his irises.

“Y/n,” he warns as I look up at him. His eyes flicker down to my bottom lip brawn between my teeth.

“Can I lift your mask?” his head starts to shake even before I’ve finished speaking. “Just a little,” my voice is barely audible. The warm glow of the fire bounces off the walls. Ghost is tinted red. He tilts his head down, searching my eyes. Part of him is still reluctant to trust me. There have been so many people in his life who’ve betrayed him, who’s to say I won’t do the same?

“Ok,” he whispers, dropping the strand of hair.

My hands meet the hem of the balaclava, resting just above his sternum. I slowly roll the fabric up, leaving time for him to stop me. This is the first time he’s ever allowed another person to do this. I feel his vulnerability with each shaky breath. The backs of my fingers trace along his neck as I move the fabric. The scruff that lines his neck and jaw brush against my hands. His adam’s apple bobs as he forces down a nervous swallow. “Just a little more.”

I move the mask just above his jaw. Like the rest of him, it’s sharp and strong. Dark hairs fill in the space after missing his daily shave. Ghost’s hands move to my outer thighs and his thumbs rub along my skin with a reassuring pressure. I bring the mask over his lips and rest the excess material over his nose. Ghost presses his full, slightly chapped lips together as he watches my eyes roam his face.

Part of me wonders why hasn’t he stopped me. Does he yearn for the same type of connection? Does he think about me in the dead of night with wandering hands? Is this something we’ll use against each other in the future? Will there be a future? All of this is a bad idea. But I can’t help the longing. The yearning. How badly I want to feel his hands on my bare skin. Tangled in my hair. Reaching the darkest parts of me.

When I look up, his eyes are so incredibly intense, it’s impossible to look away. A large hand cups my cheek and wraps around the back of my head. Neither of us dares to move any further. We stay frozen in a state of almost vulnerability. It’s not too late to turn back.

It’s hard to see where his irises end and pupils begin, they’re so dark. His eyes hold every word he’s too afraid to say. Words are dangerous. They confirm every want and desire. I’m no braver than he is, not by a mile. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying something I’ll regret.

Ghost leans down and rests his masked forehead against mine. The soft fabric presses into my face. His nose tenderly brushes against my own.

“Y/n,” he murmurs as his thumb tenderly traces along my skin. “You have no idea the things you do to me,” I feel goosebumps run down my back at his low, sultry voice. Simon’s cool breath fans against the nape of my neck.

The air between us is charged with tension. I feel a heat start to burn low in my stomach.

Ghost doesn’t move any closer. He has aired his desires. Now it’s my turn. How far do I want this to go? How far am I willing to take it? Nothing happens unless I initiate.

I run my hand along his strong jaw as I lean forward. I hesitantly brush against his lips, providing one last opportunity for us to turn back. Simon ghosts his lips above my own. My muscles tense in anticipation and my breathing is fast and shallow. I loop a finger through his belt loop and pull him closer. 

Ghost takes this as permission and gently presses his lips onto mine. The kiss is soft and fearful and longing. After a breath, I pull away ever so slightly to read his eyes. They open slowly and linger on my lips for a moment longer. Ghost swallows thickly before looking up. There’s an insatiable hunger swimming in those dark pools of desire.

I long for those hot August days spent on the poolside almost as much as I long for him to drag me under the surface. I feel Ghost’s calloused hands moving up the side of my body like waves. Shivers run along my spine. My senses feel heightened. My lungs burn as icy water floods every cavity. I want him to hold me under until every breath of air is stolen from my lips.

Ghost shifts onto his knees and slowly stalks above me. His moves are calculated and predatory. There is only one thing he is on the hunt for. Only one thing that can fully satisfy his appetite.

I lean back as he moves closer until I’m fully pressed against the bed. Ghost leans down on his elbows as his knee urges my legs apart. A dull pulse throbs in my lower stomach. A large hand brushes the hair out of my face as he leans closer.

The kiss is harder this time, needier. Simon’s breath is hot against my mouth. My lungs smoulder with each breath, threatening to burst into flames. I run my hand under the back of his mask into his hair. I want more of him.

“Sweetheart,” my heart skips at the name. “How far can I take this?” his hands cup the side of my face. There’s a different type of seriousness in his eyes that I haven’t seen before.

“All the way,” I watch as he licks his lips in anticipation. “I want all of you.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I have to be gentle with you,” but I don’t want him to be gentle. I want every pent-up emotion branded into my skin with an iron rod. He’s held back so much from me. I want everything out in the open.

“All of you,” I repeat, brushing my thumb against his jaw.

“Y/n,” he warns as his lips brush against my ear. There’s an exciting sharpness to his tone.

“Don’t hide from me,” I whisper.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he holds his head up to search my face. There’s genuine fear behind his eyes, but as they flicker down at my lips again there’s an even stronger desire. Once he starts, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stop. Every part of his life is so disciplined, that once he relinquishes control, all self-restraint is gone.

“I trust you,” I trace my thumb above his full lips, pausing in the center. His brows furrow, waiting for me to take my words back, change my mind, tell him I don’t mean it. But I do. “I trust you, Simon.”

He uses the last of his restraint to search my eyes one last time. There’s no uncertainty, no fear or hesitancy. I want all of him. Need all of him. Desire burns within my core and he is the only one who can satisfy it. 

His lips are hot and fervorous. Ghost’s eager fingertips drag across my pliable flesh as his hands skim under the hem of my shirt. I want to feel his touch everywhere, my lips, my neck, arms, and chest. I need him everywhere. I want to be consumed by him.

His sweet tongue slips between my lips. It’s a natural motion I welcome with my own. He’s gentle at first, cautious even. But then the hunger grabs a hold of him. His teeth latch onto my bottom lip and pull. Dark eyes test the waters as he gauges my reaction. How far can he really go? A small gasp escapes my chest and I almost miss the corner of his mouth twitching into a devious grin. 

“When I tell you to do something, say yes sir,” his husky voice whispers into my ear as a large hand lightly wraps around my throat.

“Okay,” I respond. He’s not the only one testing the waters. I feel the strong hand tighten ever so slightly. I can’t help a sly smile at his reaction. “Yes sir,” the words noticeably arouse him. Ghost draws in a deep breath as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth. I think of all the times I offhandedly called him that the last several weeks. I wish I knew what a hold it had on him. “Is that better, sir?” I tease.

“You’re trouble,” his tone is suggestive. I love the feeling of his hot breath hitting my neck. I want to feel it drift even lower.

Ghost’s hands are back at the hem of my shirt. He gently tugs at the fabric and I take the signal to sit up and slide it off. I toss it to the side as his eyes take in my figure. I notice how they falter on some of the larger bruises, but in another instant, they’re back on me.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he murmurs.

His rough hands travel up my torso - taking care to avoid the bruised areas - as his lips find my neck. He starts off slow, deeply kissing me behind the ear, before moving towards the nape as he begins to suck on my tender skin. One hand begins to tenderly massage my breasts. I feel my eyes flutter shut with pleasure, but then a small part of me remembers I don’t want marks left above the hem of my shirt, especially these kinds of marks.

“Your turn,” I tug on the bottom of his henley.

“That’s not how you ask,” he mumbles as his teeth rake against my skin.

“Please, sir?” he thoughtfully hums against my neck.

Ghost sits up as he straddles me to pull his shirt off with one hand. My breathing hitches. He is stunning. Years of relentless work have shaped him into the machine he is today. Ghost is built like a predator. Strong, sturdy, and sharp. Scars from past challengers and victims litter his chest like medals. His tattoo wraps around the entire length of his arm, around his shoulder, and spanning across half his chest. I’m left speechless as he leans down to meet me again.

My hands unapologetically travel across his vast chest. His muscles flex under the pads of my fingers and I’m reminded of just how strong he is. But I don’t get far, Ghost grabs both wrists with one hand and pins them above my head. He enjoys looking down at me, completely under his power. There’s something about our size difference that is thrilling. He is in complete control. He can do whatever he wants.

Ghost’s lips return where they left off, slowly moving down my delicate body. Past my neck, down my sternum, and right to the spot he is looking forward to the most. His other hand wraps around my back, finding the clasp to my bra. His eyes peer up through his mask, looking to me for permission to keep going. I give him a small nod and immediately I feel the release of the band. He slides the bra up my arms, letting go of my wrists only to free us of it once and for all before grabbing them again. Ghost’s other hand returns to my back, urging me to arch my chest to his lips.

Sharp teeth nip at my soft breasts between deep kisses that are certain to leave more bruises. Ghost adds more pressure to my back as he pushes me closer. He takes his tantalizing time teasing me with his tongue as it swirls around my nipple before the abrupt feeling of his teeth pulling on my skin takes over. I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips. I press my lips together to hide my heavy breathing, but it doesn’t get past him.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart,” he tastes the tender skin. “No one around for miles.”

Both his hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me flush against his chest. I take the opportunity to run a hand along the waistband of his pants, slipping a finger just under the edge of the fabric. Ghost pauses as his chest heaves from the movement. I grab his jaw and guide his lips to mine again, mimicking his previous movements by tugging on his lower lip with my teeth. I can’t help the growing smile on my face.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart,” his hand trails down my stomach, slipping between my pants and underwear. Two thick fingers circle around me above the thin piece of fabric with growing pressure. My head sinks back into the pillow as my breathing becomes more jagged. Sparks fill my vision from the intense pressure. 

“Oh fuck,” I whimper from his touch. His eyes are intent on my face as they watch the pleasure wash over me.

“That’s a good girl,” he says eagerly. “Wet for me already?”

My thoughts are too twisted to come up with a smart response. I press harder against him for more traction. If only he knew how much I’ve thought about his hands and all the things his fingers can do.

While slipping a hand under the fabric, he leans down letting his lips press against my neck. Our bare chests brush against each other and his other hand winders through my hair. Ghost fists the strands against the back of my head and slowly pulls back, further exposing my neck for better access. I feel the edge of his teeth take my tender flesh between them. I imagine the marks that will litter down my neck leading across my chest.

A thick finger slips into me while his thumb focuses on my clit. The feeling is so intense I can’t help the moans escaping from deep within my throat. Ghost pulls harder on my hair. A deep chuckle reverberates through his chest. He’s enjoying this. 

I wrap a hand around his belt, pushing the leather through the loop, ready to pull it off, but then a large hand clasps over mine.

“So soon?” Ghost teases. The intense pressure of his other hand leaves between my legs as he slides his belt off. The buckle jingles as he twists the leather into itself. When I look down, I realize what he’s created.

There are two spaces for a set of hands to slide through while the belt acts as a pair of handcuffs.

“Simon,” his name is breathy on my tongue.

“Arms up,” he orders.

I raise my hands above my head and feel the leather restraints slip over my fists. “Not tight,” I tell him. His eyes glance down at me and he seems to understand. He pulls the leather band, leaving just enough space that I could escape if I really needed to, before looping the leather back through the buckle.

“Okay?” he whispers and I nod my head in response. “Atta girl,” the side of his mouth quirks up.

I watch Simon trail his thoughtful lips down my torso. He pauses at each bruise, pressing a tender kiss lightly on top of each one. Butterflies swarm inside my stomach. I never thought I’d see such a man be so gentle.

Simon’s thumbs rub in circles over the corner of my hips as he makes his way even lower. There’s a growing anticipation between my legs as I wrap one around his back, pulling him closer.

The black mask lowers between my legs. Swollen lips kiss the inside of my thighs. The edge of his teeth grazes the tender flesh. I draw in a sharp gasp as he bites down. Hard. A full pain throbs along my inner thighs. His previous gentleness slips away. This will leave a bruise lasting for days.

“These are the only marks I want to see on your skin,” his passionate eyes look up from between my legs. The black balaclava covers the rest of his face aside from his lips. How I’d love to run my hands through his hair.

Simon’s arms wrap around my legs to hold me down by my hips. I grasp the belt with whitened knuckles as he moves up, leaving another mark, but not before pressing an apologetic kiss to the area. Small whimpers escape my tight throat as he switches legs and leaves a growing trail of marks closer and closer to the hem of my underwear. I want him to make me feel good again.

“Please Simon,” I feel his lips humorously twitch against my skin.

He pulls away and all of his delicious warmth leaves with him. Simon rests on his knees, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight before him. All I can think about is the heat of his hands as they travel over my skin. Fuck, I need him. I need him everywhere. In the darkest parts of my body and soul.

A rough thumb traces over my lips. “You still want this?” there’s doubt in his voice, like he’s expecting me to change my mind.

“So, fucking bad,” my lips move against his thumb. I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the thick digit, lightly starting to suck on him.

“Fuck, y/n,” he mutters under his breath. His other hand slides beneath his jeans as I press my mouth further down on his thumb. But I don’t let him relish in the feeling.

“I need you, Simon,” I murmur. “Please, sir,” my voice is breathy and desperate.

I can feel the need pooling between my thighs. I ache for his touch.

His hands light my skin on fire as he slips my underwear off, pulling them down my legs. Simon wastes no time stepping out of his jeans, his large erection straining against his boxers.

“Of all thing things I’ve wanted to do to you,” he cups himself over the fabric. I wait for him to expand on his thoughts, but he doesn’t, simply leaving them to hang in the thick air.

Simon grasps himself over his boxes, slowly stroking as he watches me. My eyes never leave his. I feel the growing heat of the fire burning within me. With every stroke, he stokes the flames.

He leans down, lips hovering above mine. One hand gently holds my cheek while the other wraps around his tip. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he breathes into my mouth before tenderly meeting my lips. A small vein of nervousness is present at the back of my mind, but I channel all of my attention into my growing desire.

Simon adjusts his position as the boxers slide down. The anticipation is too much. He bites his bottom lip as the head of his cock traces my entrance. My heart is pounding. My hands grasp at the belt.

“Relax,” he glances up at me. “You’re tense.”

A gentle hand massages my inner thighs along the bite marks he left. The length of his shaft glides across my clit, sending tingles up my spine.

“Simon-”

“Look at me y/n. I want to see your face when I stretch you out,” my breathing falters at his words. I dare to look him in the eyes just as he pushes in for the first time. Fucking hell.  The feeling is completely unmatched. My breathing is heavy. Simon’s thumbs rub reassuring circles along my inner thighs to ease the sensation between my legs.

“Oh God,” I whimper, tensing around his thick tip. His eyes hungrily watch my expression, burning it to memory. The amount of pleasure he gets from watching is almost equal to that of participating. Simon’s fingers circle my clit with a heavy pressure. I feel the throbbing intensify as he begins to push deeper. I hold back a whimper as he pushes deeper, stretching my tight walls around him.

“Fuck, y/n,” he growls. “You’re doing so good.”

Simon gently moves back before thrusting further in. My walls pulse around his thick cock as he picks up pace. My legs are wrapped around his broad back. One of his hands roughly kneads a breast as he bows his head into the nape of my neck. The metal dog tags hanging around his throat swing in the space between us, bouncing against my skin.

Simon’s breath is hot as it travels down my neck and across my chest. With every clench around him, I’m rewarded with soft needy moans into my ear as he nips at my lobes.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” his breathy voice rumbles against my neck. I feel the tightness in my stomach begin to build as he thrusts harder and his hands press into my clit. The world around me blurs. I’ve never been fucked this hard before. He feels so damn good; it’s like he was made just for me.

His hand drags across my breast, up to my neck as he wraps his strong fingers around the vulnerable area. I should’ve known he wants complete control. For so long he had none, now it rules every aspect of his life.

“You take me so well, y/n,” my name drips sweetly off his tongue like honey. I want to hear him say it over and over again. y/n. y/n. y/n. Fuck, does that sound good.

Every muscle in my body begins to tighten. My breathing quickens. My heart is racing. Every sense feels incredibly heightened. A lucid feeling begins to take over as Ghost’s grip around my throat tightens.

“Don’t go quiet on me now,” his hand moves to my jaw.

“I’m close,” I gasp as the blood rushes back to my face. My cheeks feel hot under his intense gaze. “Simon I-” his name rolls off my tongue, but I lose track of my thoughts. With every thrust, I feel him deeper in my soul. All of the pain. All of the tortures of our diverged pasts are melding together. Right now, I have all of him.

Simon keeps his pace but thrusts his throbbing cock even harder. The sound of skin hitting skin overtakes the crackling fire. The heat is almost too much. Like a flame under a tank of propane. Pressure builds under the heat, ready to combust.

“I, I-” fuck, I can’t think. It’s too much. His hands are tightly woven into my skin. My fingers are white against the leather. My heartbeat is so damn loud. My face twists towards the covers as my body writhes under his touch.

“Don’t look away now sweetheart,” his voice is so incredibly thick with need. “I’ll stop if you look away,”

His dark eyes are a whirlpool pulling me in. Suddenly I forget how to swim. Simon drags me under as his thick fingers wrap around the sensitive bundle of nerves. I gasp as my lungs breathe in water. His lips are heavy against my own. My vision darkens and no other pleasure in the world can match the burning sensations coursing through my veins. My orgasm is the sun’s light from the bottom of the ocean.

I break the surface as Simon’s hot lips hastily press against my forehead. His movements quicken and his grunts deepen. His hands roughly grab onto my waist as he thrusts into me with uneven, jarring movements.

“Fuck, Simon,” the whimper is soft against his skin and the cause of his undoing. His hard cock throbs against my walls once more as he collapses against me from pleasure and exhaustion. Simon’s heavy body lays limp on top of mine. The weight is comforting and safe. No one else in the world can touch me. Only him.

Simon reaches up to undo the belt and free my hands which find their way to his broad back. I trace invisible pictures across the vast space, skimming across old scars and the edge of his tattoo. His hand gently runs down the length of my hair, petting the top of my head. I feel my eyes begin to droop as sleep creeps up from behind me. I want him to hold me forever.

He pushes himself up on his elbows, arms caging me in as his dark eyes peer down at me. The emotions behind Simon’s eyes are too conflicted to decipher. A cautious thumb brushes along the side of my face. For a moment, he simply stares at me, trying to memorize everything that’s just happened and the gravity of it.

“Y/n, I need you to listen very closely,” he murmurs, pulling the balaclava back over his jaw. I feel my brows furrow as a different type of tension takes over.

“Okay,” my voice is barely audible.

“No one can ever know about this,” Ghost’s tone is soft, but I don’t miss the significance that is present. I pause to think about his words. Really think about them. What are the consequences of what we’ve just done? Our actions have just irreversibly complicated 141’s entire mission. Possibly even damaged it.

“What happens if they find out?”

Simon doesn’t respond. I feel a growing, hollow, cavity within me as I consider what happens to the people who interfere with their missions.

This was a mistake. A consequential mistake.

The Lion and the Snake |2|

Summary: In the wake of Grindelwald’s trip to Hogwarts that left the students and faculty scarred, YN has healed quickly and is eager to find more answers as to what her family has to do with the monster terrorizing the wizarding world. But along the way, Tom Riddle becomes not only an unsuspected companion but something a little more as well.

Note: thank you for the support on the last part :D i cannot believe how many people actually wanted this second part so I hope I don’t disappoint! I’ll be honest, it’s more so fluff and angst in this part because I’m trying to spread enough of it out so just let me know your thoughts at the end.

The infirmary had one singular candle alight the following night after the Winter Ball.

You sat up in the creaky bed, the pillow propped up behind your back to ease the strain the white metal headboard put on your aching back and your mind would not allow you to rest after what occurred that night.

Grindelwald’s face was stuck on your mind, the fear leaving your body cold and the curse he had used leaving you still trembling at any given moment of the day. But now that it was night and there was little left to do, it all felt ten times worse. Grabbing your wand, you whispered your spell to light the chandelier above your head, bringing a little more life to the towering walls of the empty infirmary.

But the moment the dim lights came to life, you heard the urgently shuffling footsteps of the head nurse in her maroon and white gown, tiredly rushing into the room.

“Oh, Ms.L/N, are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I just wanted to keep the lights on!” you called back.

The woman sighed in relief, nodding her head as she turned back out of the room.

Once you were in the silence, you grabbed one of your books to read, But after a few moments of trying to keep your eyes still and turn the pages, the shakes had returned and you heaved out a frustrating sigh. During the day you were allowed to walk, eat, and have visits from Margot, Adis and your other friends, but your last night in the infirmary was becoming restless without having anything to do but sit and think. 

“YN, your parents have yet to respond to our Owls. We are working on sending someone out to your home to check. There is a possibility the Ministry has put your parents on a lockdown to keep them safe. Fear not, we’ve implemented the highest security that Hogwarts has to offer. Grindelwald would dare not make that mistake again.” Dumbledore assured.

But your pained and tired body was growing agitated, and you weren’t sure whether you wanted to cry or scream. Nothing was adding up.

“By the looks of it, it was one very calculated mistake. He knew where I was. He knew my family. What do I even do?” you argued. 

At your sides, Margot and Adis were there for comfort but they only began to feel like more bricks piling atop your back. 

The Headmaster, Dumbledore, and the nurse sighed in defeat. It was clear they were at a loss for words. 

“Why does he think I have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows? No one has seen them because they’re from a children’s book!”

“That’s what you may believe, YN, but I fear your family may have withheld this information for this exact reason.” 

Tears stung your eyes, but you weren’t sad, you were absolutely fuming on the inside. Whatever lies there were hiding in her family, she didn’t want to wait around for Grindelwald to find them first.

That was the only thing on your mind now. The only thing that had brought some comfort was the moments leading up to the second the windows came shattering down, replaying in your head over and over again; the dance with Tom Riddle. If there was one thing more bizarre than the wizard version of Hitler entering the school, it was the fact that you had found yourself in his arms dancing in front of everyone in the school.

Maybe hell had truly frozen over. 

As if on que, the heavy wooden door to the infirmary had opened again, and you sighed, trying to keep yourself looking pleasant in bed knowing the nurse was going to pester you about not getting your sleep.

But to your surprise, it was Tom Riddle who appeared behind the door and immediately, your stomach churned.

“What are you doing here?” you seethed, trying to straight out your hair and the Gryffindor Quidditch sweater you wore. 

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