Wc: 1.4k
Summary: The job went sideways. A cop’s dead. Witnesses walked. The car’s sitting in the worst possible place. Everyone’s shouting, pointing fingers, scrambling to fix it.
The moon sat high and heavy above you, silver light spilling across the water like it was trying to catch you doing something you shouldn’t.
You dangled your fingers into the pool, watching the ripples fracture the reflection. The surface looked harmless now. Calm. Obedient.
There was a time you wouldn’t even step into a shower without your heart racing.
Smurf made sure that didn’t last.
Weakness, she said, was something you outgrew. Or something that got carved out of you.
Your fear of water had been one of the first things to go.
It hadn’t been irrational.
It had been earned.
The summer air that day had felt thick enough to chew. Sun blazing overhead. Popsicles melting faster than the kids holding them. Music crackling from a radio propped on a patio table, whatever was popular that year bleeding into the sound of splashing and shouting.
Your father had dragged you and Baz to one of his friends’ houses. You didn’t know the man. You never did. They rotated in and out of your life like background noise.
Baz kept his distance from your father the second you arrived. That was his survival tactic. Blend into the walls. Watch. Wait.
You stayed near the edge of the pool.
Kneeling first. Then sitting. Your legs dangling in, toes testing the temperature like it might bite.
The water shimmered bright blue, almost fake-looking under the sun. Kids jumped in without thinking. Cannonballs. Screams. Chlorine thick in the air.
You gripped the metal railing and lowered yourself in slowly.
Waist deep.
Breathing carefully.
Staying near the steps where your feet could still find solid ground.
“You gonna sit there all day?” your father called from a lawn chair, beer sweating in his hand.
You ignored him.
“Don’t be such a baby,” he added, loud enough for the other adults to hear. A few chuckled. Not cruel. Just amused.
Heat climbed your neck.
You moved a little farther out.
The water reached your ribs. Your heart thudded against them like it was trying to retreat.
“You’re fine,” he called again. “It’s just water.”
Just water.
A group of older kids barreled past you, splashing hard. One of them clipped your shoulder. You lost your footing for a second but grabbed the railing again.
“Go deeper!” your father shouted. “Swim!”
You shook your head slightly.
The kids were rough. Pushing each other under. Grabbing ankles. Shriek laughing.
You tried to shift away from them.
A hand caught your arm.
Not cruel. Not intentional. Just careless.
Another body slammed into you from behind.
Your grip slipped.
Suddenly, there was no step beneath your foot.
You went under.
The world changed instantly.
Sound disappeared into a muffled roar. Sunlight fractured above you in blinding pieces. Water flooded your nose and your mouth. You opened your eyes and saw nothing but legs. Kicking. Thrashing.
You tried to push up.
A heel struck your shoulder. Another grazed your cheek.
You swallowed water.
Your chest burned. Panic erupted, wild and animal. You flailed, but your arms met resistance. Bodies. Movement. No one noticing.
Above the surface, the music kept playing. Laughter carried on.
You tried to scream.
All that came out were bubbles.
Your lungs spasmed. The edges of your vision started to blur into white.
And then—
An arm hooked under yours.
Strong. Familiar.
You broke the surface in a violent gasp, coughing, choking, clawing at air like it might disappear too.
Baz dragged you toward the steps, half-lifting you out of the water. You collapsed against the hot concrete, coughing until your ribs ached.
The world rushed back in pieces.
Music. Laughter. Someone saying, “She okay?”
Your father’s shadow fell over you.
“Jesus,” he scoffed. “All that over nothing?”
Nothing.
You curled slightly onto your side, water pouring from your hair onto the concrete. Baz’s hand stayed on your back, firm and steady.
No one scolded the kids.
No one turned off the radio.
The party didn’t pause.
You lie there staring at the sky, the sun a blinding white circle overhead.
That was the first time you understood how easy it would be for the world to keep going without you.
Now, years later, you lie beside a different pool.
The moon instead of the sun.
Your hand trailing lazily through water that no longer terrified you.
Smurf had forced you back in after that summer. Held you by the shoulders. Made you float. Made you swim. Again and again until your body stopped locking up.
“Fear is embarrassing,” she had told you. “You don’t let it show.”
So you didn’t.
Now the water felt almost friendly.
Almost.
Pope stood next to you, bare and naked. He shifted slightly, close enough to hear your breathing change if it did.
“One day, I think I’ll touch the moon.” Pope doesn’t respond, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
The night wrapped around the house like it was listening.
You sat still, elbows resting on your knees, eyes on the water as it shifted under the moon. The surface looked clean. Peaceful. Like nothing ugly had ever happened near it.
You almost laughed.
You found it funny how almost everyone in this family thought they were the exception to death. Like it was negotiable. Like it respected skill. As if a clean plan or a loaded gun made you immune.
Baz thought he was smarter than the ending.
Pope thought he could outrun it if he hit hard enough first.
Smurf acted like she had a contract with it.
Even J, in his quiet way, carried that same delusion. Like proximity to chaos meant control over it.
You weren’t innocent either.
You all walked around like you were too significant to be erased. Too aware. Too prepared.
But death didn’t care about awareness.
It wasn’t personal.
And that was the part that unsettled you most.
You tilted your head back, staring at the sky.
“We all think we’re inevitable to the consequences we’ve built for ourselves,” you said softly. “Like we get to be the exception because we understand the rules.”
Your voice wasn’t angry. It wasn’t dramatic. It was almost curious.
“We build these lives out of bad decisions and then act shocked when they collapse.”
A breeze brushed against your skin, cool and indifferent.
“I’m not against whatever the universe has lined up for me. I’m not naive enough to think there isn’t something waiting. I just… want to see it coming.”
You swallowed.
“I want the decency of knowing when the ground’s about to give. I don’t want it quiet. I don’t want it subtle. I don’t want to be mid sentence and then nothing.”
The thought lingered heavier than you expected.
“But who am I to want that?” you continued. “I’ve taken things from people who didn’t deserve it. I’ve stood by while guilty people kept breathing because it served us better.”
You flexed your hands slightly, remembering the weight of a gun. The hesitation. The choice.
“I don’t get to pretend I’m clean. None of us do.”
Your gaze drifted toward the house.
“I’d take a bullet for every single one of them. Not because they deserve it. That’s the part people don’t understand. It’s not about deserving.”
It was about love.
Messy. Illogical. Ruinous love.
“I’d take it because I couldn’t sit there and watch them fall. I’d rather be the one on the ground than the one standing over it.”
You let that settle.
“I’d risk everything I have if it meant protecting them. Every plan. Every exit. Every ounce of self preservation I’ve built.”
Your jaw tightened slightly.
“And maybe that’s where I’ll die. Not in some grand betrayal. Not in a dramatic shootout. Just stepping in front of something meant for someone else.”
The pool water shifted again, reflecting the moon in broken fragments.
“And maybe that’s fair,” you said quietly.
You thought about your father. About the near drowning. About all the times you survived something that should have marked you permanently.
“You don’t get to live like this and ask for softness at the end.”
Your eyes softened, but your voice didn’t.
“We’re not the exception. None of us. The only thing we actually control is how we meet it. Head down. Or eyes open.”
Just wanted to practice writing again, so I figured bite-sized lil head canons would be cute ig. I had re4r version of him in mind, but any age would probably fit
Disclaimer: these are Leon x blackfem!reader, so keep that in mind before reading on.
Leon Kennedy who is, above all else, respectful, but curious towards your differences, even though they don't matter much to him in the end.
Leon Kennedy who, at the beginning of your relationship, carefully considers how to phrase questions he has about certain things in a way that isn’t negative (he would rather suffocate and die than be seen as insensitive or worse...racist).
Leon Kennedy who marvels every time you change your hairstyle, loving as your thick hair goes from a lace-front one week to a twist-out the next.
Leon Kennedy who, even after you tell him not to be using your hygiene products, 100% does anyway, loving how they smell and how they make him smell like you. Plus, you never seem to run low anyways, since he always buys more to replace what he uses.
Leon Kennedy who studies your wash day intensively, watching as your fingers move through your hair, scrubbing your scalp. He keenly takes note of how long you let deep conditioners sit, when you decide you need a hot oil treatment. Leon who admires how your hair shines and curls as you let it air dry.
Leon Kennedy who, good-naturedly offers his help when you do your hair, to which you have to stifle a laugh, seeing as he's had the same haircut the entire time you've known him.
Leon Kennedy who gladly foots the bill for your maintenance appointments: hair, nails, esthetics.
Leon Kennedy who, is in fact, invited to the cookout. Who is on his very best behavior, especially when your folks learn he works for the government (he's not the bad kind, he'll swear). Leon who very earnestly answers all the aunties' questions, who takes all the teasing from the uncles on the cheek. Leon who most definitely piles his plate high with food and would never, ever turn down a to-go plate.
Leon Kennedy who can't dance to save his life. The first few times you try to get him to, he moves like he has two left feet, but after a few tries, he'll be able to catch the beat at least.
Leon Kennedy whose ears turn red every time you use one of your many pet names for him, who feels the warmth and affection even if these names seemingly come out of left field (he doesn't question it). Leon who knows if you're using his actual name, you must be serious and that if you call him by his full name...yeah, he's cooked
Leon Kennedy who, above all else, loves everything that makes you who you are.
Summary: Clark finally sees what happiness looks like
Clark was tired.
Exhausted.
His clothes were covered in soot, tie slightly burned. He could still smell it.
When he opens the front door, the living room is dark, except for the television light that illuminated the room. He sets his briefcase down by the door, softly shutting him behind it.
He leans against the door for a moment, letting out a breath before kicking off his shoes. Rounding through threshold, he heads into the living room, curious as to if you left the television on.
He's slightly taken aback by what he saw.
You were softly snoring, bonnet slightly crooked on top of your head. You were laying on your back, hand hanging off the side. The blanket was slightly hanging off, edge dangling onto the floor.
A half empty mug sitting on the corner of the coffee table, book turned over beside it. The tv volume was soft, some Netflix show you were watching obviously before you fell asleep.
Warmth fills his chest as he realizes you waited for him.
Waited as long as you could.
He squats, resting on the edge of the coffee table as he adjusts the blanket, making sure it covered your exposed toes. He adjusts your bonnet slightly, caressing your brow.
Your hand brushes against his as he prepares to stand, and you hold onto his wrist. "Sorry swee-," His whispered apology falls short as he realizes you're still asleep.
He lets out a sigh, one of complete content before settling on the edge of the coffee table once more. His lips pull into a soft smile, eyes softening. He couldn't bring himself to move. His thumb caresses the back of your hand, and his shoulders finally relax.
It didn't matter what shit show met him outside, as long as he came home to his every night.
Jaenara stare out the window in daze, her mind muddled and scrambled with various scenarios of her husband whereabouts, it had been two days since he last been back and Jaenara was beginning to go a little stir crazy.
She start pacing around the room, it was late, she came back from spending another dinner alone.
Jaenara's emotions were split, she was angry and worried about her husband, as much as she grown find his existence annoying, she needed him still. She needed him here with her, with their child, he been gone for so long that Jaenara took to crying herself to sleep.
If she founds out that he was with Rivers this entire time, she was leaving him and killing her and that bastard in her stomach. She wasn't going to let him humiliate her or their child, not again not ever.
The sound of the door opening made jaenara turn so quickly it made her dizzy for second, she look towards the door to see Aemond walking in with one hand behind his back.
He closed the door behind him and stood in front of it with a nervous look on his face.
"Where have you been." Jaenara hiss after a minute of tense silence between them, her hands balled into fist by her side, "Do you have any idea the hell I been through without you here."
Aemond look at her with apologic look, he was relieve and a little happy that his beloved was thinking of him while he was away.
"Hello! Idiot. I asked you a question." She snapped making Aemond snap out of his thoughts to look at her just as jaenara was stalking towards him.
Aemond dropped his arm from behind him clenching the object in his hand tight out of nervousness, as jaenara stop just a couple of feet in front of him and glance over him before notcing how hard he had his fist clench.
"What's in your hand?"
Aemond swallow the lump stuck in his throat before clearing it.
"Well, I know you been feeling...stress, so I thought I'll get you something to lighten up your day." He said softly, Jaenara looks from the necklace to her dense husband.
"If you wanted to "brighten up my mood", Aemond. Maybe, you should have fucked me two days ago rather than leaving to get me some stupid jewelry, you know I will never wear, you should have come back home and fuck me like you promise." She snarl, Aemond deflates before bowing his head.
"I thought--"
"I don't have you around to think, you dope, you are here to pleasure me." She jeered, "And to keep an close eye on you, I know how weak...men are when they miss their mommies and past lovers. " She sneer before turning away from to walk towards the bed.
"Your right, my love--"
"I know I am," she sassed, "Now, throw that thing away and do what your good at." Jaenara fall flat on her back on the bed, she move her legs up so her feet is planted on the mattress parted.
Aemond stayed frozen by the door, he knew he couldn't keep his love waiting for too long so he slowly drag his feet over to the bed before stopping in front of Jaenara's parted legs.
"Well? What are you waiting for." She asked agitated.
Aemond frown a bit, before he looks down at the necklace in his hand.
"Can I make a request, my belove?"
Jaenara exhale before dragging her elbows to push her up to look at Aemond.
"Does it still involves you fucking me?" She asked annoyed.
Aemond nodded his head, jaenara gave a eyeroll before giving a nod. Aemond moves his hand in front of him, and opened his fist to take one end to display the necklace fully.
"I would like to put this on you...while we make love." He looks up at her when he said the last sentence, Jaenara raise her bow curious before sitting up as her legs hang off the bed to get a closer look at the necklace.
Jaenara glance at the beautiful blue jewel, it's stone reminding her of Aemond's sapphire eye.
Jaenara looks back up at Aemond before moving off the bed, she turn around moving her hair aside for her husband to the necklace on. It took a second before jaenara felt aemond's fingers ghost along her skin on her neck, she felt the cool metal of the chain rest against her warm skin.
Soon lips press against her neck before he move to peck along her collarbone before moving to the other side of her neck as he put his hand on her stomach rubbing the round belly of his belove, Jaenara closed her eyes and lean against him, he press his lower half against her rocking his hips slowly as he suck on her neck causing her to let a small mewl.
The slow pace was not feeding the fire inside her, she pulls away quickly and turns towards Aemond catching by surprise as she grab his cheek and pulled him down to kiss him. Aemond made a noise during the kiss, Jaenara maneuver aemond around so he was now standing front of the bed without breaking their kiss. She slides her hand down his cheeks to his chest and start unbuttoning his vest before shoving it off his shoulder, she move to do the same for his shirt but forgot about it leaving the tunic to remain open.
Jaenara pull her lips from Aemond and push his chest making him fall onto the bed, she climb on top of him to straddle his hips before leaning back down to peck kisses along his neck as her hands work to unbutton his pants.
"We need not need to be quick, my love." Aemond says, but jaenara ignore him as she shove her hand down his trousers.
Aemond's hand was quick to shot out to grasp her wrist making her stop from pulling him, Jaenara pulls back to look at Aemond with a scowl.
"What! What is it now, Aemond." She snaps, Aemond look at her with parted lips as he stare at her unsure.
"...I want us to go slow, I wish to make love to you...it feels like forever since we made love and I want to take my time...to make you feel good--" Aemond speaks as his hand moves from her waist to grasp her cheek, but jaenara was quick to slap it away and interrupt him.
"Does it really matter? Your getting your cock wet one way or another," she snarked, "So, lay down, shut up, and enjoy." She roll her eyes before snatching her hand out of aemond's grasp to go back to pulling out his cock.
Aemond didn't say anything, he drop his hands to his side and lay his head back like his wife's demanded.
Jaenara lick her hand before pumping Aemond's cock making the young prince moan and whimper as he clench and unclench the sheets, jaenara bite her lips getting wet from the small noises her husband was making. Once Aemond was fully erect, jaenara lift up her skirt while her other hand kept up her motion before she rub his cock along her folds.
Jaenara and Aemond moan in unison as she lower herself, Jaenara's eyes was closed in bliss, feeling like she haven't felt a cock in her in years. She didn't waste time before she start moving her hips up and down his cock in a slow pace to get use to him again, after a few minutes Jaenara was rocking her hips as she digs her nails into Aemond's chest causing a wince to come from the man below.
Nothing but grunts and moan filled the room, both enjoying the feel of each other after days of not touching. One was more happy than other, which confuse the latter since sex makes everything better. Right?
Jaenara peel her eyes opened and look down at her husband as she still moves on top of him, she take him little by little. Her eyes gaze over his big hands on her hips, before moving her eyes to look at his hard and muscular ivory chest that was glistening. She put her hand on his chest, digging her nails into him again hearing him grunt, not sure from the pleasure or the pain, but she enjoy seeing his muscles tighten when his fucking her.
The dragon princess begin to slow down as she slowly start to get close and tired as she does all the work, she flick her eyes to Aemond's features, her brow twitch as stare at her husband close eyes and scrunch up face. It was a familiar look that she seen before, the way he tilt his head back and how he squeeze his eyes closed really tight, it look like he could be thinking about something...or someone?
Before she could stop herself, Jaenara's hand flew out and smack Aemond across the cheek.
Aemond yelp in shock and look at his wife in disbelief, Jaenara stare back at him equal shock and disbelief. She was so in disbelief that it soon turn to anger as the feeling suddenly took over her bosy and mind, before she even realize it she was hitting him again.
"You...bastard." she hiss under breathe as her hits switch between hitting him in the face and his chest.
Aemond block his belove wife's hits with his arms blocking his face, he didn't want to grab her and hurt her, he knew she tire herself out eventually.
The one eye prince let out a groan when Jaenara's hand hit the side of his head with great force, the hit was harder than any of her others making Aemond squeeze his shut again and hope that she stops.
Jaenara look down at Aemond out of breathe, she blinks as her vision clears up. She sees her husband with his arms up and blocking his face, his chest heaving too from everything that happened. Jaenara looks down at her throbbimg hands before glancing at Aemond, when she put two to two gather, she slide off him and stumbled off the bed putting her back to him.
As Jaenara stumbles away in a daze, Aemond slowly gets up and look over at his wife as she fell onto the couch and hunch forward putting her hands in her hands in distress.
Jaenara couldn't stop shaking, she didn't know what was going on with her. She didnt understand where all this anger was coming from, she never had that feeling before in her life not even when her mother would leave without her to visit her Rhaenys and Corlys. She was never like this, she never lose control. Everything felt confusing and she felt like she was beginning to act like her mother.
"Jaenara."
The young princess flinch when she heard her name, she pull back and look up to see her husband. The redness around his left cheek made her heart clench in her chest, she look up to face his anger and wrath. But, she was only meet with was Aemond soft lilac eye as he gaze down at her with a concern look.
Jaenara had to turn her eyes away before he could see any tears spill out, she didn't understand how he could look at her after what she did.
"Jaenara, please don't cry." He beg as he take a seat on the cushion next to her.
He move his hand to put on her mid back but she just move away from him, making him frown.
"Why." She whispered as she stare vacantly at the fireplace before them.
"Why, what, my love." He ask, moving closer to be by her, his hand went to her own on her lap and squeeze.
Jaenara sniffs and moves back so her back could be resting on the couch, before she looks over at Aemond with a meek look.
"Why did you do this to us?" She asked with hint of defeat in her tone, Aemond sat frozen taken back, "Why? We could have been happy with different people, we could have spare each other the heartbreak, and the tears, and the lonely nights--"
"My love, I know I have made mistakes, too many to even allow me in your graceful presents." Aemond moves to kneel in front of Jaenara, looking up at her with desperate look, "But, I am trying to atone for it, my love. I am trying to undo my foolishness, and show you that you are the only one for me." Aemond says, but he could see the doubt in her sweet eyes.
"How can I think I am the only one, when your first love is now carrying your child." Jaenara says in distress, making aemond cast his eye down, "How can I feel secure in our marriage, when all I can think about is...is the fact that she's carrying your true son."
Aemond look back at her.
"We still are not sure if that child is mine, and if it is than I will not claim it to be." Aemond put his hand on Jaenara's belly, he look at at it for a moment before looking at his belove, "I made a promise to you, did I not? This child is mine and nothing or no one can tell me or make me think otherwise."
Jaenara sigh, even through his words brought assurance in one part of her heart, the others parts were still so doubtful of his words.
"As much as I appreciate your your words, Aemond. They still do not make me feel like we are good for each other."
Aemond frown and his hand slide off her stomach as he leans back to fully take her in, Jaenara could see the heartbreak in his eye at her words but she knew it had to be said.
"That is not true." He whispered.
"Isn't it?" She asked, "Or did you forget what happened not five minutes ago, it is obvious my emotions are not in order right now and I fear I am turning into my mother." Jaenara admitted sadly, "I have made a grave mistake bringing us here, I thought being away would bring me solace but instead i have made our life here miserable, yours mostly." She said lowly.
Aemond shook out of his heartache at Jaenara's pain and brought his hand to Jaenara's hand to hold.
"It is not your fault, it's just the baby growing inside you." He reassures, but Jaenara only shook her head.
"Or maybe, it just us."
Aemond's heart clench in his chest again, he could see that he was losing her. All this time he thought the worst was over, he thought after all the games he played and pain he caused his belove. That the gods finally was giving him a chance to redeem himself, but he sees that is not the case.
"You know that's not true, we were meant to be together." He breathed, "I always known it, it was written in the stars." He lean his head against his entwine hand with hers.
Jaenara put her other hand on his head, she slowly start to caress his hair.
"I wish that was true."
Aemond lift his head causing Jaenara take her hand from his head, he looks up at her with misty eyes.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew the dreams I had." He said, making Jaenara look at him confuse, "Dreams that you could see and remember clear as day, dreams that showed you what could of been if you made the right choice in the beginning." He bluster on.
"Aemond--" Jaenara starts with conflicting emotions.
"I dreamed of you every night, I was young when I realize what they were telling me," Aemond confessed, before his demeanor change from fondess to regret, "But, I...I made a choice that lead me to lose my eye, to you hating me...and getting hurt, and all I did was blame you and your brothers for what became of me."
"I was already the black sheep because I didn't have a dragon of my own, after I lost my eye and gain the biggest dragon that lived, I was a monster. If they didn't fear me because of my dragon, they avoid me like the plague because of my hideous scar." He huffed as a look across his face before disappearing, "I never felt more alone than I did that day at Driftmark, and the only person that never made me feel that way again was Alys, she was my first and only, when I was with her I wasn't thinking. I was just...there."
Aemond frown his brows in thought at what he just said, Jaenara stare at her husband in disbelief. She never knew that Aemond knew Rivers for that long, she always assume they meet a year or two before Jaenara came to King's Landing to marry Aemond.
"Is that why you never wrote me? Because you were in love her."
Aemond shook his head at the misunderstanding.
"I did not think you wanted to talk to me after what i did to you that night in the cave," His eye downcast in regret, "...hitting you with that rock destroyed me, but seeing you not moving killed me inside..." he confess with tears, jaenara move her hand so her index finger can brush over the scar on the side of her temple.
She remembered that night vaguely, everything happened so fast and the last thing she remembered was hitting one of her cousin in the face with her elbow.
"...and I was so angry with you, I felt like you betrayed me when you chose your brothers over me and I hated your brothers for being the reason you hated me. I was too angry and too full of hatred to try to rekindle, so I went with aegon to fleabottom and I meet Rivers."
Jaenara looks away from him, she knows what his saying ahouldn't make a difference on how she feeling, but it's hard to ignore what is in front of her.
"Jaenara, please know that I am sorry, I never meant to allow my affair with Rivers to drag on longer than it should have over the years. Once i stop dreaming of you, I assume that was a sign from the gods that I made my choice and I lost you forever." Aemond expressed, as a last ditch effort to get Jaenara to see the truth about them.
He wanted to know that they were always meant to be together, he always believe in the dragon dreams that was told to him when he was a boy. He made sure that in every dream he sees Jaenara, he would make sure to look for a dragon, because than that when he knows that him and her still had a chance.
Aemond felt a warm hand on his cheek bringing him out of his throat to look at his belove wife in front him, Jaenara smile a little, before she pull her hand away to wrap her arms around his shoulder pulling him to her. He was caught of guard that he had to shift on his knees to hug her less awkwardly, he put his hand on her back and rub, she buried her face in his shoulder inhaling his scent before turning her head to the side facing away from his face.
WARNING: THERE WILL BE RACIAL SLURS, SEXUAL ACTIVITY, CUSSING A LOT OF IT, AND TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCES
this story is gonna be based in the Late 90s - Early 00s.
PSA: I WROTE THIS IN 2022 so there will errors and cringe. i just made some adjustments. THIS WILL BE A 3 PART STORY.
Y/N SINCLAIR WAS THE GIRL everyone wanted, the person who everyone wanted to be like, the person who everyone thought had a good life but that's not right at all. Behind closed doors Y/N was another person, she had an abusive dad who beat her every time he looks at her. She has severe depression, she cried herself to sleep every night.
Other thing, she got pregnant in Junior year at her old school in California during a party and she was kicked out and decided to move in with her cousin.. Lucas Sinclair who lived in Indiana. She brung her son along of course, she was scared to have him around her father. Surprisingly, They let her in with opened arms.. they didn't beat her down. They even offered to help with Indygo. Nobody knows who Y/N really is behind the face and doors, they just know what they can see.
Eddie was the first person who actually talked to her which she moved over here. He was the freak of the school but she didn't know that until she saw him getting chased by Jason Carver and his friends. She didn't want to be around him knowing she'll mostly likely get bullied.
She cut Eddie off because she felt being around him ruined her reputation and she felt like shit for doing so. One thing though, she loved him more than a friend.. she still loves him and he loved her more than a friend but they were scared to pursue anything so they admired each other from a far. Eddie was failing 2 classes this year and he wasn't gonna be able to graduate if he didn't fix it so they assigned her to be his tutor due to her being the only person in his class having a 4.0 gpa.
She loved having a 4.0, and it might have people calling her a nerd but that's her only shot of getting herself and her son the fuck out of here. She was pissed about having to tutor Eddie because she couldn't be around him, she'll ruin the reputation she built . It was lunch and the first thing she did was walk towards Eddie's lunch table.
" Aye." She said trying to get his attention but he was ignoring her.
" Dustin, you guys hear something?" Eddie said looking at Dustin who was next to him just looking back forth between the two.
" No, I don't." Dustin said he was not letting Eddie beat his ass today, mouthing 'sorry' to her
" Ignore me if you want to i don't give a fuck but I have to tutor yo dumbass." Y/N said crossing her arms, making Eddie look at her.
" Why did they choose you?" Eddie scoffed
" Because I'm the only person in yo classes passing with a 4.0" Y/N rolled her eyes "Get your shit together Munson."
" You get your shit together." Eddie said standing up, which led to her pushing his ass back down onto his seat and handing him a piece of paper with her number written on it.
" Call me so i can help yo ass." Y/N said walking away and out the cafeteria. Eddie just sighed and looked at the paper. Everybody at his lunch table started to chuckle which he looked at them making everyone shut the fuck up.
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It was Saturday, Y/N was busy helping Erica with her school project that was due Monday while Mary Jane by Rick James played softly in the background. Indygo was in the living room watching The Wiz with Michael Jackson and Diana Ross, chewing on a candy bar that Erica gave him. The phone rang and deep down she was hoping it was Eddie. She picked the phone of the hook and to her surprise, it was the person she wanted it to be.
" Sinclair residence, how may I help you?" She answered
" Oh um Ophelia there?" Eddie softly said, getting nervous because he didn't know Lucas had a housekeeper.
" You're speaking to her, and may I ask who this may be?"
" Eddie." Eddie said quickly.
" Oh Munson." Y/N chuckled softly " Finally realized you need my help?"
" I don't but my uncle found out about you tutoring me and he wants me to actually graduate this year so he forced me to call you." Eddie said telling a half-lie, real truth was he just wanted her presence.
" Well do you want me to come ova?" Y/N said looking at Indygo who was falling asleep on the couch with his thumb in his mouth. She has to break him out of that habit.
" Ophelia?" Eddie said in a sing-songy voice, snapping her out of thoughts.
" My bad, what did you say?" She said
" Wayne is off today so I wouldn't want us here bothering him, he needs his rest." Eddie said sighing
" Okay then, you can come over here." Ophelia said, she was scared for him to see Indygo considering the fact that Eddie could tell everyone she has a kid but honestly she stopped giving a fuck of what people thought of her having a kid at 18.
" I'll be there around 6, is that okay?"
" That's fine." Y/N said realizing that's in an hour
"Okay." then there was a click which indicates he hung up.
Hopefully this goes well.
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I really hope you guys enjoy this , it might be ass but oh well - Azure<33.
Pairing: Dilf!Draco Malfoy x Blaise's Daughter!Reader
Series Summary: After years of being unhappy and doing what everyone else thinks is best, Draco decides to finally learn what he wants in life. Little did he know what he wants would walk in wearing a cute little dress.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Age gap (Draco is in his 30s reader is 18), unhappy marriage, reader is black, a bit of drinking
A/N: I haven't written a series in a while so brace yourself. If this chapter does well then I'll continue with it but if not I'll probably just drop this in the vault.
THIS FIC WILL BE 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE.
Draco could say with certainty that his marriage with Astoria was loveless from the beginning. From the outside, it looked like the perfect marriage, the perfect life. He was wealthy, his wife was beautiful, and they had a son who had grown into a lovely young man. But, if he had a choice in the way his life had gone, it wouldn’t have been like that. From the time he was a young boy till the time he was an adult, he had practically every decision made for him. He had hoped after Hogwarts, after he distanced himself from his father a bit more, he would have the rest of his life to figure out what he wanted to do. His likes, his passions, his interest for something outside of pureblood society or whatever agenda his father had pushed on him.
But over time, he had grown a distaste for the way his life was. While Scorpius was still growing up, he and Astoria had a common goal and interest: making sure their son grew up to be a well rounded individual. While their marriage and practically their whole lives were orchestrated, they made sure to give their son something they never had, his own choices and options. However, as he got older and started to attend Hogwarts, their attention had to be focused on one another and what they came to find out is that they couldn’t be any more different.
Constant fights, arguments about little petty things were the only things they could throw at each other (besides the dishware). If it wasn’t one thing, it was another and if Draco was honest, he couldn’t stand Astoria. Her laugh, the rude way she’d speak to the house staff, and constantly bringing up the stupidest of things that happened when they were still in school however many years ago. It was though she was still a rotten and nasty little girl instead of being in her mid 30s as they were. He found himself drinking quite a bit just to tune out the sound of her droning on and on about something he couldn’t give a singular fuck about.
“Did you hear me, Dray? This is important! The elves didn’t add enough salt into the soup so-”
“Add your own fucking salt then, Astoria! Are you so incompetent that you can’t even add your own salt into the meal? The soup tasted bloody fine to me.” he groaned, standing from the table. It was a long, dark oak table that seemed to go on for eternity. They both sat on separate ends and even then, it still didn’t feel like he was far enough. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he began to pace back and forth, sighing as he tried to calm down. A deafening silence fell over the room. He kept praying to a force that something, anything would end this moment.
And like clock work, in came his owl with the daily post. He stroked under its chin affectionately before grabbing the mail. With most of them, he read who the sender was and just tossed it onto the table. But one caught his eye. It was sealed with a dark blue wax with the initials B.Z pressed into it. A barely noticeable smile made its way into his face as he walked a few feet away from the table, ripping open the letter. The smile grew more and more as he read the contents.
Dear Draco,
How’ve you been, mate? I’ve been quite busy and I apologize for me and my small family for not being able to attend your residence during the Christmas season like you requested. However, my wife will be out for the summer visiting her family so I thought it’d be nice if you came to visit the manor and we can catch up like old times. Plus, from the sounds of it in your last letter, you’re very much overdue for a vacation of your own.
Your friend, Blaise Zabini
“Rue!” Draco called out. The elf in questioning came scurrying around the corner, bowing before the man. “I’ll need you to pack up a few suitcases, I need about 3 months worth of clothing. Please and thank you.” the elf nodded, running off quickly with a few ‘right away sir’s and ‘a pleasure sir’s as he disappeared up the stairs.
“Three months?! Where do you think you’re going?” Astoria shrilled, standing up to cling to his arm. She had an overly dramatic pout on her face, lips quivering as fake tears appeared in the corner of her eyes.
“Away from you!” he yelled before sighing. None of this was her fault. She was forced into this connection as much as he was. He gently removed her hands from his body before turning to face her. “Astoria, let’s be honest with ourselves….neither of us are happy. We’ve been at each other's throats for years and if it wasn’t for Scorpius, the two of us would have separated years ago. I’m going away for the summer to spend some time with Blaise to have fun for once and I hope in this time you have some fun too.” his voice was full of sincerity and deep down, she knew he was right. So without another word she offered him a tight lip but understanding smile, walking off towards one of the many living rooms in the house.
“Your bags are packed, Master Malfoy.”
Draco sighed in relief as he stood on the porch of his dear friend’s manor. It was made of light stone and marble, a nice change from the darker style of his own home. He reached forward to use the door knocker but was shocked as the door popped open revealing a familiar face.
“Malfoy. I wasn’t sure if you were going to come or not but I had a room prepared for you anyways. Lyra, fetch a bottle of the good scotch, will you?” he yelled, turning around and beginning to walk further into the house. Draco followed behind him, admiring the carvings on the border of the ceiling. After a few minutes of walking, they reached a living room. It had many windows causing the room to be well lit with natural lighting. But what caught his eye was the set of double doors. Outside appeared to be a garden with lots of greenery and an outdoor dining area.
“I’m impressed, Zabini. I didn’t know you had taste at all.” he chuckled, sitting down on the soft white couch. Blaise scoffed at his words, chuckling as he poured their scotch into two crystal glasses.
“As much as I’d love to take credit for this, a lot of this was the doings of Pansy and (Y/n). She was just starting Hogwarts when we moved here and we wanted her to feel at peace when she was away from the stress of school. It’s crazy to think she’s all done with it now.” Draco hummed at his words, sipping on the scotch. It was nice and smooth. He made a note to ask him about it at a later time. “Oh! Speaking of (Y/n), it seems her summer plans fell through and she’ll be here for the next few months. I hope that’s alright. Although, with the size of the house I doubt we’ll see her much but for meals.”
“That’s quite alright. I haven’t seen my ‘niece’ in quite some time. I believe she was six or so, still asking for us to check for the monsters under her bed." They both laughed at that. (Y/n) was a sweet and bright young girl. When the two families lived closer together, Scorpius and her would often have playdates together. (Y/n) would always call him Uncle Dray, begging to spend the night just so she could spend a bit longer with her favorite ‘uncle’.
“I’ll call her down so we can all catch up. (Y/n), princess, we have a guest!” Blaise called, his voice echoing off the walls. The room went silent for a bit before a faint ‘Coming, Dad!’ could be heard along with a set of footsteps clambering above them. The sound trailed from one end of the ceiling to the other before bouncing steps could be heard from the stairs.
Draco chuckled, sipping on his scotch which he soon began to regret as he choked on it a bit. His gray eyes practically bulged from his head at the girl, no, woman who was standing before them. Was this really the same girl, his little (Y/n/n)? This couldn’t be the same little girl he helped raise, the same one who always needed a flashlight in order to sleep, the one that’d fall asleep in his lap when he was finished braiding her curly hair. His eyes raked over her appearance. She took after her father in terms of complexion, rich brown skin but he had no idea who she had gotten that body from. It most certainly wasn’t Pansy’s. And her eyes? They were the most lovely shade of (e/c) he had ever seen. She had a set of fresh braids that complimented her face well and along with the bright yellow dress she was wearing…she looked nothing short of a doll. He felt his chest grow tight and his nose burned from the alcohol that had managed to make its way back up a bit. The summer had barely begun but he knew it was going to be the best one he’d had in a while.
How do you think black!batsis and Jason’s black!s/o get along?
I think they would get along great tbh. Could you imagine if it was Black!Batsis, Jason's S/O, and Kori all hanging out. The shit they would get up to.
Hear Me Out:
So listen batsis is single, Dick and Kori have broken up again ,but Jason and his S/O are doing just fine. Batsis, Kori and Jason's S/O go out clubbing, right. Kori and Batsis being single are taking any free drinks available but his S/O is turning down men left and right. Jason is fully aware that his S/O will be fine right but black!batsis has been known to get up to some shenanigans. So he's on edge the entire night until his S/O comes home and they tell the stories of the night and then he's perfectly content once again.
