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Part 5 Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, angst, neglect, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, dark, modern AU, periods mention and talked about

I’ve never really written dark romance before but I like reading it xD

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You think you might pass out. Exhaustion is heavy in your body as you sag against Professor Talis’s body. Your eyes are dry, your nose sniffly and breathing a little harder to do. You want to move so you don’t keep squishing him but you can’t move any of your body, it won’t listen. You hear Professor Viktor on the phone but it’s all hushed tones so you don’t bother to focus and listen. You’ve never sat in a man’s lap before, not like this anyway, Professor Talis is like a solid block of warm, hard muscle and gentle touches. You want to sleep so badly, your eyelids are heavy and your body is exhausted from the breakdown you just had. You partly want to punch Professor Viktor but also you really needed that big cry and to be held for once. You tense a bit in surprise when a slender hand gently cards through your hair before you relax, Professor Viktor’s fingertips trailing over your neck making you shiver in response.

“You’re going home, no more classes” he says final and you tense.

“I can’t go home,” you say.

“Not back that sad excuse of a father you’re not, no you’re coming with me” Professor Viktor says and it takes you a moment to process.

“What?” You frown and lift your head weakly.

“You heard me,” Professor Viktor says.

“What Viktor means” Professor Talis begins giving Professor Viktor a pointed look.

“You’re not safe at home and neglected, we also doubt you have money or anywhere else to stay, so you can stay with us” he finishes and you stare at him like he’s got two heads.

“I can’t,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You barely know these men and they’re your professors for god's sake. Professor Viktor says your name sternly and you’re sick of it.

“Stop!” You snap at him and he flinches frowning.

“Stop treating and speaking to me like I’m a goddamn child!” You say and watch as his face falters. You get out of your professor's lap and go to your bag pulling it onto your shoulder. You go to go to the door but your name is called again. The clanking of the cane comes towards you before Professor Viktor stands in front of you.

“It did not intend for you to feel that way,” he says his voice wavering.

“I-“It’s rare to see him not composed or in charge, the unsure look in his honey eyes makes you falter. You watch as he swallows before he lifts a hand and cups your tear-stained cheek gently stroking it with his thumb. Time slows you think at the gentle touch as he comes closer and rests his cane in his arm before lifting both his hands to your face.

“It is hard for me to explain why I treated you like that, it wasn’t to belittle or make you feel like a child” he says as you stare at him with slightly wide eyes at his affection.

“Nor do I wish to scare you away, however” he glances behind you, you assume to Professor Talis before he nods a bit and takes a small breath. He leans in closer his eyes watching you intently it makes you get lost in them and not slap him at his lack of personal space and leaning in. You take a bit to register his lips on yours and tense up he pulls back eyes searching yours as your hand grips his wrist. You go to speak mouth opening and closing like a fish before you give up on words.

“It is becoming increasingly hard not to touch you or stay away,” he says his voice has dropped lower and another shiver goes through your spine. Your professor just kissed you… your professor just kissed you?!

He smiles a bit he must hear the gears turning in your head as your eyes widen in realisation.

“You kissed me” that’s all you could say?! You silently curse yourself as he chuckles softly.

“I did” he says eyes staring into yours again.

“Do you want me to do it again?” He asks his head tilting to the side and for some reason, you nod your head in confirmation. He smirks and presses his lips to yours again, your eyes close and you lean into him kissing back your hand and squeezing his wrist a bit. You lose yourself in the feel of his slightly chapped lips, one of his hands slides to your neck while the other goes to your waist, you feel like you should support him without his cane but don’t, your hands resting on his chest instead till you pull back panting softly as you remember Professor Talis is in the room. You feel your body grow hot and glance at him, he stands there smiling a bit before he meets your gaze and walks over to you. What surprises you even more is his lips meeting yours, his finger tilting your chin for a quick peck before he smirks and leans back. Both of your professors just kissed you…

“I don’t- I’m confused,” you say and Professor Talis chuckles.

“Thought it was clear” he grins down at you it’s different from his usual happy grin, this one is charming and hungry.

“I- well- no, yes, maybe?” You settle on as Professor Viktor guides your face to turn back to his.

“We want you,” he says simply.

“You want me?” You ask and he nods before you look to Professor Talis and he nods as well.

“You want me?” You repeat.

“I do hate repeating myself” Professor Viktor sighs.

“Want me how?” You frown.

“Jesus you are oblivious” Professor Viktor says and you glare.

“I’m not I need confirmation before my mind starts jumping to places is that so hard?” You say a little defensively.

“Alright sweetheart” Professor Talis chuckles.

“We want you as a partner, a lover,” he says.

“Is that better?” He adds.

“No, you mean a bed warmer?” You say bluntly and you watch Professor Viktor frown a scowl on his face.

“You think we’d use you as a one-night stand?” His eyes are heated.

“You tell me,” you say and you see his jaw tick.

“Let me make this very crystal clear little one because I will not repeat myself” his gaze is heavy his hand tightening on the side of your neck.

“We want you all the time for the rest of time, we don’t want you as a simple fuck or one night stand, I want you there all the time every day of the fucking week” his voice is low if he could growl he would be.

“I want to take care of you, make sure you have a damn king-sized bed, a closet full of clothes, the best laptop, all your school supplies, three-course meals, I want to make sure you’re not in pain, I want to take you out on dates, to doctors appointments, job interviews I want you to need me for everything” he’s a little breathless when he’s done his grip unyielding it makes you tense a bit but something inside you calls out to him, deep and hidden under layers of anxiety and self-doubt. You swallow feeling it rise, the need for someone, to be dependent on them for everything even basic things, where you don’t have to ask if it’s ok. Your hands shake a bit as you stare at the floor. You want to be taken care of, you want to be loved and dependent, and you want to love and provide in ways you can in return. You feel Professor Talis’s hand cup your cheek so you look at him, he has the same fierce look.

“We will protect and care for you, no matter what,” he says. You feel more tears well up biting the inside of your cheek before the bell rings and you nearly jolt out of your skin and come back to reality. You’re rushing past Professor Viktor and out of the class into the hallway where you breathe heavily before leaving the academy.

Jayce watches Viktor’s eyes go angry, she just ran away after everything.

“She needs time” Jayce tries to soothe but Viktor’s already riled up, he clenches his hand and makes an annoyed growl.

“She needs us!” He snaps as Jayce steps closer and goes to cup his cheeks only to have him slap him away. Jayce frowns a little hurt but respects his space.

“She’ll see it in time, we’ve laid down our cards, we can’t force her” Jayce tries to reason.

“We could” Viktor says and Jayce’s eyes narrow.

“No” his voice is warning Viktor will do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

“Viktor no” Jayce repeats.

“Not with her, not this time” he adds firmly but also pleadingly. Viktor sighs the haze in his eyes gone as he nods and runs a hand through his hair.

“Alright” Viktor sighs again letting out his breath slowly before nodding again.

“I’m just frustrated” Jayce smiles gently glad Viktor is talking rather than tensing and reeling in his mind.

“I know, but she doesn’t know kindness at the moment, and this has been her life for a while” Jayce rests his hand on Viktor’s shoulder glad he doesn’t shove him off but instead leans into him.

“What about the father?” Viktor asks and Jayce’s eyes narrow in anger again, he can think of multiple things he wants to do with her father all not good or remotely legal, but nobody would catch him or miss the sad excuse of a man when he was done.

“Killing him would be easy” Viktor says and it stokes the fire within him to burn the fucker with.

“It would be” Jayce says voice a little dark.

“She wouldn’t have to know that we did, freak accident” Viktor is very good at stroking his ideas when he’s like this.

“Then… then she’d need us” Viktor whispers.

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PART 4 Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik

Warnings: Dark romance, Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, neglect, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, modern AU, periods mention and talked about

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You walk to your first class, the pains gone down today thankfully and your dad’s crashing at some random woman’s house so you have your house all to yourself. You sit down and listen to Professor Heimerdinger’s class, for principal and professor, you’re surprised the old man’s still kicking as lively as he does, his crazy grey hair and bushy moustache and kind slanted eyes. You’re half tempted to avoid Professor Viktor’s class as well as Professor Talis’s class after what happened a couple of days ago. The sweet nicknames Professor Talis’s worried eyes and handling Viktor’s sternness and straightforwardness. You’re not a child, you don’t need to be cooed and fussed over like they did, it makes you tense, and makes your walls climb sky high so you’re safe inside. You’re worried because Professor Viktor’s class is just before lunch and they can corner you, not that they have the last couple of days but it still gives you anxiety every time. When you go to leave Professor Viktor’s class he calls you back and you tense before you watch him lay a pile of textbooks on the desk and slide them to you. You look at them confused and he tsks.

“Your textbooks,” he says.

“I haven’t been able to pay them off yet though?” You ask confused and he waves a hand.

“Forget it, Professor Heimerdinger said you didn’t need to pay” he waves you off and you frown taking them hesitantly as he looks back to his laptop ignoring your presence.

“Thank you,” you say and leave.

You stare at the textbooks resting on your desk in your room. You send an email to Professor Heimerdinger thanking him for his kindness before doing homework. The email you receive in the morning is strange though.

‘No need to thank me dear, Professor Viktor covered the cost, and says it was important to your learning!’

You re-read it a few times, did Professor Viktor pay it off? You send him a thank you email as well before you shower, you’re pretty sure the professors aren’t their Saturdays, well besides Heimerdinger who you swear never stops working or sleeps. But the email you receive is short.

‘Think nothing of it’

That’s it, no greeting or sign off just those four words. You ignore it relaxing for the rest of the day thankful for a quiet house again till around midnight. You hear multiple people come in, their voices loud and drunk and you cover your head with your pillow. Your dad’s party goes till morning till they all pass out. When your stomach demands food the smell of booze and smoke hits your nose making it scrunch up. You shuffle quietly into the kitchen ignoring the half-naked bodies passed out everywhere and grab a banana before heading back to your room. You freeze though, someone’s in your room, a random woman you don’t know, her form swaying.

“Oh you’re the bitch that lives here” she sneers at you.

“Jesus, no wonder your dad calls you a fat freeloader” she snorts and laughs stumbling a bit. She’s wearing a skin-tight dress that barely covers her ass, her boobs might as well be out and her hair and makeup are a mess.

“Your dad doesn’t want you here, I’m gonna live with him, gonna be his wife and kick you out!” She hisses stumbling forward. You dodge her hands and she falls to the ground. She cries and you hear familiar footsteps come up the hall.

“This bitch pushed me!” She yells and your dad’s eyes glaze over in anger.

“Dad, no, she stumbled! She’s drunk!” you say as he storms forward and grabs your neck and pins you against the wall. You gasp and hold his wrist tears in your eyes as the woman stands up and smirks before putting on a pouting face again.

“Fucking bitch!” She yells and slaps you her nails catching. You wince before she storms off.

“I hate you” your father says and you feel something breaking. You stare at him, trying to see the little of who used to be your father, he’s never said he hated you. He lets you go and storms out slamming your door shut. You suck deep breaths in and stare at the floor your eyes blurring over with tears.

Every day he reminds you he hates you. That woman, Sandy, moves in just like she said and she kicks you out of your own room and makes it into a party room. They sell your bed and furniture, the majority of your items and clothes, and your father finds your school laptop and sells it. You managed to save a few things necessity’s and was forced into the garage. You’re barely allowed to use the shower or bathroom now either, having to use the ones at the academy. You’ve joined a sports just so it doesn’t look weird. You sit on the toilet at school staring at the red stain in your underwear, you don’t have any pads or tampons, anytime you ask your dad would say no and Sandy would say you can’t control your body, like it’s your fault that your body bleeds once a month. You call out into the bathroom but nobody’s there, you curse softly and roll up toilet paper and wrap it around your underwear before going to the nurse. Thankfully she gives you a few items and you go back and change the toilet paper out. It isn’t going to last you a day though and you stay in the toilet stall for a while staring at the tiled floor. Only when someone walks in do you manage to snap out of it and go back to class. The cramps make you question life, sitting there trying to subtly rub your lower stomach to ease them. Your hips have flared up in pain too and your emotions are tumbling. You’re slower to put your things away and Professor Talis sees it making you try to move faster but you can’t. You yell in frustration slamming a hand against your desk, not very mature but right now you can’t handle it. Your hands grip your hair and your breathing is a little heavy as you listen to the professor shuffle and talk but nothing registers. You see the door open and close again but ignore it hoping he left till your name is called firmly.

“Snap out of it!” You stare at golden honey eyed your anger boiling over.

“Fuck you” Professor Viktor blinks a bit, you don’t swear you barely talk.

“Tell me to snap out of it or talk to either of you again and I will snap!” You yell your breathing heavy. Professor Talis sighs heavily gripping Professor Viktor’s shoulder but he just shoves him off leaning closer till he’s inches away from you.

“Listen here brat, snap out of whatever the hell is going on and talk or I will make you talk” his voice is low and you stare at him wide-eyed and shocked. Then you laugh, his gaze doesn’t falter or flinch as you do.

“Fuck you, Professor Viktor, I haven’t had a proper fucking shower in three weeks! I’m not even allowed in my own damn bathroom! And my father tells me every day he hates me! I’ve been kicked out of my fucking room, I sleep on a piece of foam in the garage! My body hurts all the time and I have no fucking idea why! They sold all my belongings including my fucking laptop! I just started my period and I don’t have any pads or tampons to last me the week because apparently, it’s my fault I can’t control my fucking body!” God, it felt good to yell that, when did you start crying? And shaking? A sob leaves your lips and Professor Viktor leans back while Professor Talis rounds your desk, lifts you into his arms and holds you tightly. He sits back down with you in his lap, his large warm running up and down your back as you sob uncontrollably and grip his shirt. He’s murmuring soft apologies and praises, his other hand cradling your head.

You break beautifully in front of his eyes and he watches it, watches the tears fall, your body shaking, your voice yelling directly at him and fuck… he shifts back letting Jayce comfort you, his heart pounds his mind races and his fist clenches. His mind reels and swirls with everything you’ve told him, your dads going to pay, and he is getting you out and taking you home today, he doesn’t give a damn what anyone says, your his, he’s going to protect you, buy you everything you need and make sure you’re protected while Jayce comforts you. He struggles with his body, these tears aren’t from him, or overwhelming pleasure, you’re breaking emotionally and it’s finally snapped in half and he can feel it stirring his lower regions. He won’t let it though, not till your tears are perfect and from him.

Jayce holds you tightly, his heart pounding in his chest. He expected a lot but that- what you said broke him too and stirred every protective instinct he had on fire. He watches Viktor struggle, he understands, that these aren’t tears created for the right reason. Jayce feels the wet spot on his clothes and the way you’re gripping his suit shirt so tightly it might rip. He also feels you shaking horribly and continues whispering sweet nothings till you calm down. His mind races too with everything and how much he wants to beat your father to a pulp till he’s not breathing. It makes his hold tighten before relaxing knowing you’re in pain he doesn’t want to cause you more pain. He looks at Viktor and they share a look. She’s theirs now.

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PART 3 Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik??

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, kinda dark, modern AU

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Another week of thankfully avoiding your dad. Well till this weekend. You couldn’t leave your bed, half tempted to call the ambulance if it weren’t for cost. It’s getting worse you think, this flare-up of pain throughout your whole body, you feel broken. Your dad had stormed into your room yelling about the housework not being done, he had a party on Friday night, you’re still tired from not sleeping and now this. He drags you out of bed and you see the kitchen and lounge a mess of cans, and pizza boxes, is that… used condoms? Jesus. It makes you gag, you grab a pair of gloves and begin cleaning ignoring every painful move in your body. You managed to do some homework, you looked at the books Professor Viktor asked for and almost died at the price of each textbook.

You’re thankful Monday comes around, you can’t handle another second around your father and the women. Walking to the bus, and then the academy is like walking with a car behind you and you’re pulling it. You collapse in your chair rest your head on the table and wait for the rest of the class to file in before listening. You take notes, well try to, your hand hurts and cramps. God, you feel like crying, how can the body have so much pain throughout it?

When you get to Professor Viktor’s class you stay back to talk with him.

“Can I help you?” He asks his eyes focusing on you.

“I wanted to talk about the textbooks?” You say and he frowns nodding putting the paper in his hands down.

“What about them?” He asks.

“I-“ god you feel stupid, it was expensive to come here you should have money.

“I can’t afford them right now, I’ll need to speak with the principal about setting up an arrangement I just wanted you to be aware I won’t be able to have the material for a while” you explain steeling your nerves. His body shifts his brows furrowing.

“That’s alright” he says and you feel relief in your body.

“Thank you, Professor Viktor, I’ll update you after I speak to the principal” You smile and leave.

You go to the rest of your classes till your last class with Professor Talis.

“Hey got a sec?” As you’re about to leave Professor Talis calls you back. You stay waiting till the students are all filed out trying not to wince. He closes the door and swipes on his phone quickly before leaning against his desk, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“You doing alright?” He asks and you look to him. His eyes are soft, his posture relaxed.

“Yeah, no I’m fine, just a little tired” you say and you see him sigh but nod as someone at the door knocks. Professor Talis waves his hand and Professor Viktor walks in, closes the door behind him and pulls the blind down on the door.

“Is everything ok?” You ask a little worried as Professor Viktor sits in Professor Talis’s chair.

“Get her chair damn it Jayce” Professor Viktor's voice makes you frown a bit as you watch Talis grab a chair for you to sit down muttering an apology.

“Sit” Professor Viktor orders and you sit a little awkwardly.

“Now, what’s wrong?” Viktor’s eyes narrow onto you and you tense at his golden gaze.

“Viktor” Professor Talis sighs and shakes his head.

“We’re worried sweetheart” he says and you frown at the nickname watching his cheeks turn red and his eyes avoiding yours.

“You’re in pain, it’s clear to see, why aren’t you treating it?” Professor Viktor says and your defences rise.

“I said I’m fine,” you say voice a little firmer. Professor Viktor stands and Professor Talis goes to stop him but is silenced with a glare. Professor Viktor grabs a chair and sits down in front of you your knees touching.

“Stop lying to me,” he says voice lower accent thicker.

“More importantly stop lying to yourself, give me your foot” he nods to your left leg and you frown.

“Can you lift it?” He asks it isn’t accusatory though and something in his eyes flickers.

“Jayce” He adds. Professor Talis comes forward and kneels by you.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he says softly before you can protest he lifts your foot into the other professor's lap. You wince a bit leaning forward you shake your head letting out a breath and Professor Talis instantly rests it back on the floor.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry” he says his large warm hand rubbing soothingly on your knee.

“What’s going on?” You say your heart pounding a bit your emotions a little haywire as you breathe a little deeper.

“Something is not right, whether with your pain or at home, but you’re falling behind in classes, I'm not worried about that though ok, we aren’t, but you’re struggling” You stare at his kind eyes almost like a loyal dog. You feel your eyes water and quickly blink them away standing up and apologising quietly as you flee.

Viktor watches you leave his hand tightening around his cane for a moment as he watches your stiff steps. Too hard, too fast, he sighs running a hand through his hair. Jayce looks defeated his eyes on the door. He takes Jayce’s hand and stands, Jayce holding him easily as Jayce finally looks at him.

“She’s in agony,” Jayce says through gritted teeth.

“You know how I am with my pain” Viktor explains. He saw the moment the walls went up, the rigid posture and force of no emotions. Jayce squeezes his hand.

“We shouldn’t even be doing this” he runs a hand through his trimmed hair his jaw set.

“And? When has that ever stopped us?” Viktor smirks slightly making Jayce crack a small smile.

“We’ll get in trouble if we’re caught, and who’s to say she won’t tell the principal about just now?” he says quietly his smile fading again.

“Whatever it is, she’s not diagnosed, she doesn’t take any medication” Viktor says changing the subject.

“And her father, well, from his files he’s a dead beat” Viktor’s jaw clenches knowing the pain a father can cause.

“Maybe we should lay off, it’s not our business” Jayce sighs heavily sitting down in his leather desk chair. Viktor watches his taught muscles and walks over to him.

“Tell me you don’t think about it” Viktor whispers and watches his cheeks darken beautifully.

“Of course I do! I want her safe!” Jayce fights and Viktor can’t help but crack a smirk.

“Not what I meant” he adds and Jayce’s cheeks darken even more.

“I- fine, I do alright I fucking-“ he sighs heavily his fist clenching.

“Tell me” Viktor says watching his eyes snap to his own his breathing a little heavier and Viktor watches his pants tighten.

“Not here,” Jayce says warning.

“Tell me” Viktor repeats and Jayce makes an annoyed noise.

“Fine, I want to bend her over my desk and fuck her till she comes on my dick, then I want to kneel and burry myself in her pussy and taste her and my release together dripping from her” Jayce breathes heavily his pants tightening more while Viktor smirks his own cock stirring.

“I want-“ Jayce groans jaw clenched tightly Viktor thinks his teeth might break.

“I wanna protect her from everything, make sure she’s comfortable, cared for, I don’t want her in pain, I don’t want her to feel the need to sleep at her desk because she’s exhausted, I want her to cry in my arms while I hold her tightly” Jayce’s voice drops an octave his eyes fierce, fists clenched.

“And I can’t do anything about it!” He growls. Viktor steps forward cupping his cheeks in his hands and leaning down. Jayce relaxes sighing as their foreheads rest together.

“She’s not going to open up with a push, and when I do that, she’s gonna break” he explains and Jayce nods.

“And when she does, she’s gonna need you” Jayce relaxes at his words before he leans down and kisses him gently.

“Are you sure V?” Jayce mumbles chasing his lips as he pulls back.

“I’m sure” Viktor whispers.

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PART 2 Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, physical, mental, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, kinda dark, modern AU

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You manage a week of getting lucky, slipping out, and coming home late without your dad waking up or meeting any of his bed partners. This morning though you wake up a little, sleeping through your alarm your body feels like a pile of weights. You sit on the edge of your bed it’s a Monday morning, you cleaned the house on Saturday and now you’re paying for it. Not that your dad would clean or do anything anyway, you had to earn your keep to stay there. You stand slowly and it feels like someone put the world on your shoulders, your hips ache, your shoulders ache, everywhere really. You manage some speed of brushing your teeth and hair before styling it and getting dressed. You grab your bag and keys before heading to the door. Only the coffee maker is on and you tense in the hallway. There’s a woman’s voice as well and your father’s low murmurs. You grip a strap or your bag and bravely walk out, heading straight for the door.

“Where the fuck are you going?” You tense and turn to face your father who wears nothing but boxers. The woman has nothing but one of his shirts on as well. She’s new, you haven’t seen her before, not his typical hookups.

“The academy, to school,” you say.

“School? What are you fucking stupid? You finished school” Your dad’s eyes narrow and the woman behind him giggles a bit her eyes venomous.

“It’s to broaden my career options,” you say hoping he’d leave it. But it just makes him more annoyed as he stalks forward.

“Where the hell did you get money huh? You going to college?” He glares.

“No, it’s free and it isn’t a college,” you say your backpack hitting the door.

“Then what the hell is it? You whoring yourself around huh? Trying to get male validation because you look like a fucking pig?” God his breath smells like liquor as he crowds your space. His hand slams the wall beside you and you flinch.

“Answer me!” He yells.

“No, Dad, please it’s going to help me get a job,” you say your hands trembling but you clench them into fists.

“Damn right it better, you fucking fat-free loader, eating everything in this goddamn house, this is my house! You’re a guest here remember that!” He yells before slapping your face harshly. It makes your teeth clench together as you try not to make a sound. He turns to walk away and you think you’re free till a hard foot goes to your hip as you turn. This time it makes you cry makes you crumple against the door struggling with the knob as the woman laughs. You finally manage to get out of the house biting back tears at the flaring pain in your hip. God it feels like it’s broken, you limp to the bus biting the inside of your cheek before sitting down. You whimper at the pain hand over your mouth to quiet yourself your other hand resting against your hip. His hits always hurt more, everything always hurt more. You don’t understand why you’re always in pain like you’re not suffering enough. You’re late to school, and Professor Viktor is your first teacher which makes you internally groan. You got a note from the office, saying you hurt yourself over the weekend and couldn’t walk as fast. It’s a lame excuse but your limping makes it more believable. You walk into his class quietly his golden eyes snapping to yours. You hand him the note without a word afraid that another groan of pain will come out as you limp to your chair and sit down. He continues the lesson without looking at the note discarding it on his desk, you take out your things, you did the right thing getting a note, he’s just a prickly bastard.

God your hip, you can’t sit still trying to find a comfortable position so it doesn’t scream in pain. You stand up before packing needing to stand straight, but it just makes another shot of pain go down your leg. Fuck. Don’t cry, not in front of the professor, he’s the last person you want to cry in front of. Everyone’s gone though and you’re shaking. You can’t stand much longer before falling back into your chair, another spike. Your hands are fisted tightly, nails digging crescent moons in your palms. You jolt when there’s a hand on yours that’s fisted on the table. You stare at the professor as he unclenches your fists and examines the indents with a gentle touch.

“I’m going to give you five minutes to explain why you’re in pain, and it isn’t a normal injury” he says his eyes calculating, but there’s a strange warmth in them. You start to pack your things away before speaking.

“I’m fine, really, sorry” Why’re you apologising? You never remember anymore, you’re always doing something wrong, might as well apologise for it.

“Well, since you missed the start of the lesson you missed out on a crucial part, I need you to buy these books from the school's website” he hands you the list, you nod taking it and putting it in your front pocket.

“Have a good day” you say before leaving. By the afternoon the pain is dulled to a throb, and you sit near the back your eyelids barely staying up. Your body feels like it’s going to collapse. You try to focus on Mr Talis’s voice but fail, you rest your head in your arms and your eyes drift shut.

Jayce watches you, he received a message from Viktor, that you were late today, injured, in agony by what Viktor saw. You sit stiffly, eyes unfocused he doubts you’re even absorbing anything he’s saying with your half-closed eyelids. The moment your head hits your arms you’re gone and something in his heart quickens at the sight. Sure he’s had students sleep, but only because they don’t sleep at night, usually up studying, playing games or partying, you though, you looked genuinely exhausted like your body was going to give out. Once the rest of the class leaves he comes to your desk, his heart picks up your eyes closed, mouth parted slightly as you breathe evenly. Your body is still stiff though and he wonders where exactly you’re hurt, Viktor said you were limping, your leg? Sports injury? Having too much over the weekend? He doesn’t realise his hand is hovering by your face till you stir. He snaps his hand back as your eyes open, body jolting, hands braced on the table. He sees it then the look of pain he’s seen in Viktor too many times and something tugs in him.

“Evening” he offers a smile but you look genuinely mortified with yourself.

“Hey, easy, I’m not mad, saw you were struggling the moment you came in here, didn’t miss anything I can’t email” he says hoping to soothe your frazzled self but it doesn’t help, you’re shoving your things in your bad apologising and shaking?

“Everything alright? He asks worried and you force a smile and nod slinging your backpack on your shoulders, he doesn’t miss the strain in your eyes and jaw, he knows the look of hidden pain too damn well with Viktor. You say goodbye and he waves you back watching you limp. He studies the limp, it’s your hips, it’s exactly the same way Viktor walks when his hips hurt, only you’ve got a lot more body to shake and his lower abdomen clenches at the sight before he’s looking away and runs a hand through his neat hair. He meets up with Viktor his mind reeling a little he hasn’t really noticed a woman in a while, not with him and Viktor, but you… you stir something.

Viktor’s at his desk staring at a note a little too hard making him smile and forget things for a moment.

“You’re gonna burn it with that look” he grins but Viktor doesn’t relax.

“How was she?” The question makes him falter.

“She fell asleep in my class, looked ready to pass out, I let her have the last twenty minutes” he explains closing the door behind him and walking to Viktor’s desk to lean against it.

“She was stiff, in pain, but it’s the same look you get, the same hiding of pain, she’s had for years” he sighs running a hand through his hair again.

“That’s what I’m worried about” Viktor mutters lying the note down. Jayce peers at it, it’s an office note explaining why a student is late, her late note.

“V, what’s going on?” Jayce says and Viktor sighs leaning back in his chair.

“I don’t know, I can’t figure her out, all the other students are easy and stupid hormonal things, she’s too quiet, too on her own and in too much pain to be at school” Jayce watches Viktor’s jaw and hands clench before he sighs. Jayce kneels carefully in front of him, Viktor’s knees parting to let him closer. Viktor’s hand comes to his hair gently running through the strands. Jayce rests his head on his inner thigh breathing him in.

“I won’t lie to you Viktor, she stirred something in me I thought I only felt with you” he admits feeling his hand stop and then continues.

“Me too” Viktor murmurs, confirming his thoughts, they need this girl.

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Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik??

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, kinda dark, modern AU

I’m reading Dark Notes and found my taboo again XD

Heavily inspired by dark notes lmaooo

First day, you can’t be late, can’t show the pain you’re in, and can’t wake anybody up. You’re quiet in the old creaky house hoping nobody hears you shuffling around trying to grab your bag and tug your shoes on. You hear loud snores coming from your dad’s room confirming at least your father is asleep. Whoever he brought home last night is hopefully gone or still sleeping, you don’t need that awkwardness in your life.

You manage to slip out into the cold air, goosebumps quickly covering your body, the cold chill settling into your bones in a dull throbbing ache. It’s persistent as you walk to the bus stop, you’re ever thankful for buses having heaters as you step inside. You greet the old busman with a smile as he gives you a good morning before the doors slide shut and you sit down near a heater. Your stomach churns as it takes off making you close your eyes briefly. You arrive at the academy, the large old building suddenly all too real and looming. You steal your nerves, you worked hard to get here you’re going to fucking do it.

With a small nod you walk onto academy grounds feeling out of place instantly at the large array of legs just say well loaded young people walking around with their crisp uniforms, phones and expensive backpacks. You feel a little nausea as you walk through the large doors trying to ignore the bustle of students. You feel mildly stupid, this isn’t high school, people have grown up, and well you hope they have anyway. After high school, you swore off ever going back to school, but when your mother died you had nothing to do, no one to look after or take up your time, no one to protect you. So here you are, doing something with a debt of student loan your dad can never know about. You walk the halls a bit taking in the old magical feel you get from the old-style architecture. This academy isn’t about honing in on one skill and following a specific path, it’s more about exploring all paths, building on skills you already know as well as exploring harder subjects they didn’t teach in high school. You wander a bit till the bell rings and you head to your class following the map you got in the mail with your welcome package. That was the fastest you ever ran to the letter box and your room in years. You find your class finally a little embarrassingly late seeing as everyone is already in there. The professor looks at you as you stand in the doorway and you tense. He looks too young to be a professor at first glance, the wavy brown hair, golden honey eyes high cheekbones, shaven and slightly squared jaw and thick brows. He wears typical academy colours of cream and red, in a suit with a vest and a cane hanging in the crook of his arm.

“Sorry,” it’s an automatic response one that makes him raise his eyebrow before waving you off with an annoyed sigh. Right… well, here’s one teacher you’ll try to avoid talking to and doing everything not to fail in his class. Mr. Viktor, so you find out his name is, you’re not sure if his first name is Viktor or his last name. During his lesson it’s hard not to get distracted by how he moves and speaks, his accent sometimes thickens when he gets into something or maybe it’s just you. You watch how he contains his limp, and only uses his cane occasionally. You can’t help but watch his fingers though, slender and elegant as they write on the board with chalk. You realise he’s an old-fashioned professor in the sense of no technology besides a laptop on his desk, the rest is papers and books. His eyes are captivating and easy to see from the front row which heightens your anxiety but seeing as you got here late you didn’t have a choice. You’re also wondering if he’s annoyed you came in late because his eyes narrow every time they fall on you. You also notice the moles on his face you feel like someone placed them so delicately on his face just to enhance his beauty even more. Beauty? Is that the right word for a man? Handsome seems too roguish, pretty to feminine, he’s a beautiful man no doubt about it you’re just trying to place a word for his beauty. Ethereal? Hmm, not quite there he’s too real for that, elegant? Maybe, Charming? Eh, you think he’s glared at every student who breathed too loudly. You jolt when he snaps his cane to the ground his eyes hard and you realise he’s looking at you, not only that he’s standing in front of your table. What did you do? You didn’t do anything? You just sat there and tried to find a word for his looks.

“Name” you frown it isn’t a question it’s a demand so you give it.

“Pass these out” he orders lying papers on your desk and you feel like you’re in primary school again helping the teacher pass out papers. He stares and waits when you don’t move right away before you nod and redden before handing out the papers, geez way to lose all confidence or whatever little you had left. Apparently, he is also the type to hand out assessments on the first day which really removes all points from your books.

Your next class you’re not late, thankfully. You sit in the third row, a safe space to the window. You also realise the teacher isn’t there making you frown a bit.

“Settle down everyone” Your eyes look to who just walk in and freeze again. Are all the professors good-looking? Stupidly so? He’s tall and broad muscle, also clean-shaven but he has a shadow of a beard on his face, he’s got strong features and a few scars on his face, his dark hair is shaved at the sides and neat on the top.

“I’m Mr Talis,” he says before he begins the lesson. Mr. Talis seems more laid back than Mr. Viktor, he smiles and engages with his students rather than glaring at them. He actually introduces his teachings and class instead of diving head first into the histories of…. You forgot what Mr. Viktor was even talking about, too busy trying to word his looks. Mr Talis is handsome, no doubt about it in a Greek god kind of way of sculpted muscles, cheekbones and jaw and his tanned complexion. You should really focus on the introduction but fail miserably, you find yourself watching Professor Talis, the slight dimple in the left side of his mouth, the way flexes his arm when he smiles like he needs to use his whole torso to do so. Wouldn’t surprise you it’s a damn good smile.

The bell rings too soon, saving Professor Talis from your ogling. You feel stupid now it’s over, hoping you weren’t too obvious. Your other classes aren’t distracting thankfully, and so far it’s an easy day despite the lingering pain, the day has gotten warmer so the chill isn’t in your bones anymore. This uniform feels a bit much though, but it’s your only one till you can buy another. You stare down at your laptop and notepad as you sit under a large tree. You don’t want to go home yet, staying here it feels quiet, and peaceful, despite the throb in your hips you close your eyes a moment and listen to the breeze. Your brows furrow though as you think back to your home, well your father’s home as he says, it isn’t your home. He’ll probably be drunk, without his medication, or fucking some random woman he picked up from the bar. You sigh and open your eyes noting two figures walking through the courtyard. You see Professor Viktor and Professor Talis, you’re shocked to see them together, they’re opposites, then again opposites attract and Professor Viktor could just have a cold stern teaching mode. You watch them walk, Professor Talis slowing his stride for Professor Viktor you see Talis smile and laugh at whatever Viktor said. You should look away of course professors can have friends, but this- you frown a bit watching Professor Talis’s hand rest on Professor Viktor’s lower back as they stop. That explains it, you look away giving them privacy figuring they think they’re alone. You look at notepad scribbles with random things before closing your laptop and sighing. You shove it all back in your bag and stand awkwardly wincing at your hips before your eyes glancing to the professors once more only to stand stock still when you see Professor Viktor staring in your direction. You glance around stupidly, nobody else is here and he is definitely looking at you. Did he see your awkward hand climb up the tree to stand up? That’s embarrassing, also why isn’t he looking away? You stay rooted for a few minutes before you finally find it in you to walk, well waddle considering your hips.

Jayce is talking but Viktor isn’t listening his eyes are on you, you were staring at him the whole lesson, not with the normal gaze of lust or awe, but like you were genuinely trying to figure him out, he didn’t like it, the way your calculating eyes ran over him, he couldn’t read you. He could read everything else about you but what you were thinking, you kept it so well hidden. You’re new, he hasn’t seen you before, most of the other students are returns so he knew most of them, but you, you weren’t like them, your backpack wasn’t expensive, no phone in sight, your laptop was cheap as well, you wore no makeup either. The way you sat indicated pain, constant by the way you weren’t reacting to it like you were used to it. The instant sorry you said when you arrived a few minutes late told him more than enough as well.

“Viktor?” Jayce brings him back with a hand on his back. He watched you stand using the old tree to balance yourself up, he watched your lips pursed in pain and he had a sudden urge to walk over there. Jayce follows his gaze to your retreating form.

“New student huh? She’s in my class too” Jayce says smiling before it falters.

“What’s that look for?” He asks.

“What look?” He’s quick to defend making Jayce’s frown deepen.

“Viktor” Viktor sighs at the way he says his name his shoulders relaxing a little as your form disappears.

“She was late,” he says stupidly.

“You’re pissed she was late?” Jayce snorts.

“She’s new she probably got lost give her some slack” he smirks and nudges his side gently making him grumble.

“Keep an eye on her” he says before continuing walking not bothering to explain himself to Jayce.

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Welcome to material list E!

Forgive me, father (Jayvik x reader)

PT 1

Hesitant touches (John 117 x reader)

PT 1

Two sides of a coin (Jayce x reader x Viktor)

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5

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Hesitant touches

John 117 x reader

(Set after the Halo series)

Warnings: AOB, light swearing, intimate, touching, sexual, eventual smut, feelings, size difference, size kink, age gap (20s+ reader), plus size reader, first times

The first time you ever saw the master chief he was intimidating to say the least. He was big in all that armour and menacing as were the other Spartans but the master chief held an aura around him. After Dr. Halsey disappeared and the Spartans returned from the covenants planet things were changing. Master chief had returned unconscious, Kai didn’t know what happened to him apparently he just slumped at the helm of the ship and he hadn’t woken up. His internal organs were damaged badly, he would take weeks to heal even with his enhancements. You kept check up on him making sure his vitals were stable.

“Evening Doctor” you jolt about mile at the sound of Cortanas voice.

“Cortana” you answer startled.

“Apologies Doctor” she says and you nod sighing a bit as you check over John. Cortana had explained to you what happened, how she took over John’s body to fight off the covenant fleet and bring them back alive.

“He is still stable” she says and you nod sighing a bit as you look over his overly still form.

“Come on chief” you mumble.

It’s the middle of the night when alarms blare and there’s a rush of soldiers. Your comms are pinging and you rush to the medical bay still in your pyjamas. John is up, staggering around his eyes unfocused. You push past the soldiers as they try to steady him but he just shoves them off. You frown when you approach the heavy scent of alpha coming from him. Each spartan was an alpha but they never displayed.

“John” you call and his eyes snap to you. You jolt at the intensity of them he stumbles over to you tall and imposing and you gulp a bit thinking he might shove you through a wall but the alpha sags on you. You let out a sound struggling to hold him up as he rests his head on your shoulder and breathing deeply.

“John-“ you struggle a bit before he finally holds most of his weight up making you sigh a bit in relief. He doesn’t move away though, his nose right by your scent gland on your neck making it very hard not to shiver or make a noise in front of the soldiers. The other doctors give you confused looks but you’re just as confused by his behaviour, despite his chip taken out his rank chip was still in, at least you think it is.

“Everyone out” you order and the few soldiers and other doctors leave nodding.

“Cortana?” You call.

“I’m here” she says.

“Can you check his rank chip?” You ask.

“Checking it now. Doctor…” she trails off a bit.

“It appears his chip was broken during the battle, he’s experiencing alpha tendencies, at the moment I say he’s using you to calm down” she says and you sigh.

“Great” you mumble a bit.

“Chief?” You hear Kai’s voice behind you. John growls though his arm going around you and stepping back forcing you with him.

“Kai stay back” you say.

“What’s going on?” She asks behind you.

“His rank chip was damaged he’s currently experiencing his alpha tendencies in one hit, he may see you as a threat” you explain trying not to work the alpha up too much.

“Oh” Kai says behind you.

“Look, come back later I’ll tell you when he’s calmed down ok?” You say.

“Ok, good luck” she says before leaving.

“Cortana, how badly is the chip damaged? Do we have to remove it?” You ask.

“It’s shattered doctor, you’ll have to surgically remove it” she says and you nod.

“Alright, John?” You ask softly but he doesn’t move from your neck.

“John?” You try again, nothing. You swallow a bit hesitating.

“Alpha?” He tenses lifting his head a bit his eyes narrowed and intense.

“Your rank chips shattered ok? We need to get it out so it doesn’t cause anymore problems” you explain almost like you would a child. You feel bad but right now his hormones are going haywire.

“Can you lie down again?” He glances to the bed behind him before complying and lying down. You sigh a bit in relief that at least he’s not leaning on you like an over grown bear. You grab some surgical items, putting gloves on before grabbing some numbing serum.

“This’ll numb you while I take the chip out ok?” You say and he nods simply lying very stills. You nod and inject it into his neck, you wait a few minutes before you grab a scalpel and slice where his chip is. You grimace a bit the chip is shattered under the skin. You remove each bit glancing at him occasionally, he just lies deathly still staring at the ceiling. Once you’re done you stitch him up and sigh.

“All done” you say as he sits up slowly.

“Cortana?” You ask softly.

“He’s stable for the most part, his hormone levels are very elevated, but that’s expected” she says and you nod. Shortly after John returned on the ship, you touched for Cortana to be integrated into the system of the base, she’s been immensely helpful, sometimes scaring the shit out of you, but helpful.

“How do you feel John?” You ask taking your gloves off and washing your hands by the sink nearby. He stands and walks over his large form behind you before he rests his forehead on your shoulder once more. It can’t be comfortable for him to hunch over like that, but you try not to move a little scared to set him off. Having his emotion chip removed was a fun walk in the park and now this? You just hope he doesn’t go into rut or something like that.

John recovers, starting to go back to his normal self, but he is different with the lack of his rank chip he looks at everyone differently even more so than before. You watch him, for medical reasons obviously, as his nose flares when people walk by, or if he doesn’t like their scent his nose scrunches up, he towers over everyone naturally but now with his scent strong everyone reacts even more to him, especially the betas and omegas in the facility, they give him wide birth. You’re standing in your lab going over some patience’s vitals when your door opens.

“Kai” you smile and greet.

“How did your talk go with chief?” You ask.

“He’s weird” she says bluntly.

“That’s one way to put it” you say crossing your arms and leaning against your desk.

“He sniffed me” she says pacing a bit.

“That’s expected unfortunately” you say sighing.

“Then glared at me like I hadn’t showered in a month” she says her eyes narrowing her cheeks slightly reddening.

“Alphas are more sensitive to scents, since you have your rank chip in, he can’t scent you that’s probably why he death glared you” you explain.

“But doesn’t majority of the base have chips?” She asks.

“Our chips are different to yours, yours are hardwired to stop all traits of your rank where as our normal chips stop things such as heats and ruts and the more aggressive tendencies of alphas” you explain and she nods taking the information in.

“What happens if you remove mine?” She asks and you tense.

“Well with how Johns reacting I’m not sure, he was surprisingly calm, he didn’t attack anyone out right” you sigh a bit.

“And who knows if he will go into rut with the chip being inside him his whole life he’s never experienced anything an alpha would” you say your worry rising more the more you speak.

“He’s a walking time bomb” you mutter mind reeling a bit.

“Cortana?” You call.

“Here” she answers appearing on your many table.

“Cortana make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid” you say.

“Well he’s currently walking out in the gardens” she says.

“The public gardens?” You ask face paling a bit.

“Yeah” Cortana says.

“Damn it” you sigh.

“What’s he doing?” You ask as you get live footage feed. You frown watching someone talk to him, she’s an omega by the feeds intel, he’s staring down at her without blinking and you worry a bit he might do something. You watch them talk before he shakes his head giving a small smile and walking away. You stare a bit blinking in surprise, that could’ve gone very wrong in so many ways.

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Forgive me, Father

Jayce x reader x Viktor (Jayvik)

Warnings: Religion, religious things, light swearing, smut, sexual, tension, taboo, age gap, possessiveness, inappropriate use of the arcane xD, plus size reader, vampire Jayce and Viktor, claiming, vampire things, kinda dark XD

The church is quiet, save for the few shuffling nuns and priests, you kneel before the statue, cross in hands as you pray softly. The candles around the statue provide little warmth in the night air, but it doesn’t matter, your thoughts keep you warm, too warm. Your mother raised you to be a good, god-fearing woman, always obey the bible and never stray from the path of god. Your thoughts though, as if the devil himself has weaved his way into your mind. You need to confess, but the two head fathers don’t take confessions till Fridays and it’s currently Tuesday. Your last confession you couldn’t fess up, you ended up repeating simple sins to gain favour with Father Jayce. Despite their young age Father Jayce and Father Viktor were heads of the church, guiding and teaching God's flock.

“You’re back” You look up seeing Father Viktor, his kind eyes, long hair and cane.

“Yes, Father” You stand up brushing off your dress.

“What troubles you?” He asks gesturing to the chairs before sitting down with you. Your hands are clasped in your lap as you fiddle with the cross in your hands.

“My thoughts father, I fear the devil may be in me” you admit quietly, his dark brows frown as you say those words.

“Why do you say this?” He asks.

“My thoughts are impure,” you say feeling your cheeks warm.

“Impure?” He asks leaning against his cane slightly his golden eyes studying you.

“Whatever impure thoughts trouble you, my dear?” You glance around briefly watching a few nuns walk away till the church is relatively quiet.

“Of the flesh, Father” you whisper and you watch his brow furrow before recognition passes through his gaze.

“I see,” he says.

“You are not married?” He asks and you shake your head.

“No Father” you answer his eyes glancing at something behind you briefly.

“I see this troubles you greatly, coming here every night to pray for forgiveness, come by tomorrow night, Father Jayce and myself will help you, give you the guidance you seek and pray with you,” he says standing smoothly despite his cane. You stand as well thanking him and nodding your head before leaving.

You come back as asked, your cross in hand as you clutch it tightly heading towards Father Viktor’s office. You knock gently before a voice tells you to come in. You walk on the heavy old door creaking before you close it again and look at the two fathers. Father Jayce stands behind Viktor hands clasped in front of him, a bible in his hands, Father Viktor is seated his hand resting on his cane.

“I’m glad you could join us” Father Viktor says gesturing to the seat in front of his desk. You walk over and sit down.

“You are a very troubled young woman” Father Viktor says and you nod glancing to Father Jayce behind him.

“We are here to help, to guide, Father Jayce here has prepared some scriptures to be read to bring you comfort and help with your… thoughts” You take a small breath as Father Jayce opens his bible and begins to read, his voice soothing as reads the words of god. It feels like a soothing balm your eyes close and a warmth washes over you, your body relaxes, and your hand does not grip your cross but merely holds it gently. It’s as if god himself is laying a calming blanket over you as Father Jayce speaks. The warmth spreads from your chest, down your arms to your fingertips, down to your stomach hips and legs all the way to your toes. You feel as if you’re sitting in front of a warm fire with a plush blanket around your body. The warmth is everywhere seeping into your bones, your thoughts flicker a moment and you twitch.

“Focus” Father Viktor’s voice is like an echo as you keep your eyes closed and relaxed. There’s a warm clench in your lower stomach that makes your breath hitch, thankfully neither father notices it as Jayce keeps reading. You feel a little too warm between your legs again, and your thoughts start to blur from a warm comfort blanket to hands caressing your skin, warming you up. You can feel them, grazing along your arms leaving goosebumps in their trail, over your shoulder and down your back, over the plushness of your stomach and down your legs.

“Good” Father Viktor’s voice comes again and you struggle to concentrate. Father Jayces words are getting muddled and unknown as if he’s speaking another language you open your eyes with a small pant. You look to Father Jayce, he hasn’t moved and his words go back to normal, that of God's word, you look to Viktor and swear you see a swirl of purple in them before blinking a bit and it’s gone.

“What was that?” You ask cutting off Father Jayce.

“A comfort of god, embracing his lost child, you do not have the devil in you, you are God's sheep, loved and cherished” You frown a bit at his words, you swore you felt hands on you.

“God loves every one of his sheep equally, and will forgive them for any sin when embracing his word” Father Viktor adds and you feel a little more at peace nodding and smiling a bit.

“Yes, thank you Father Viktor” You relax once more into the chair.

“Come by Friday and confess, on Sunday we will host a special talk to remind you, that your thoughts are pure” You feel as if a burden has left your shoulders and you smile and nod.

“Thank you Fathers” you say standing and bowing your head.

“You’re welcome my dear” Father Viktor says nodding his head.

Viktor watches the door close his magic tingling in his body. Jayce stands behind him one of the ancient spell books in his hands disguised as the word of god.

“You sure about this?” Jayce asks ever the doubter.

“You always question me” Viktor says a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Apologies” Jayce murmurs.

“She’s the one I have seen, the one I’ll slowly trickle with my magic thinking she has the devil in her, and she will find comfort and solace in us, in the church, she will be dependent on it and then we will claim her” Viktor’s eyes flash a shade of purple and he heard Jayce breathe a little heavier.

“Hungry?” Viktor asks leaning his head back to stare at him. Jayce is shaking a bit the book in his hands being gripped tightly. Viktor smirks and rolls up his sleeve watching Jayce fall to his knees, his breath fanning against his wrist before Jayce bites down. Viktor hums and smiles leaning his head back in the chair as Jayce drinks deeply. Viktor pulls him off, his hand gripping his hair making the younger vampire keen slightly. Viktor’s wounds heal and he leans down licking the blood from Jayces mouth.

“Good boy” Viktor murmurs.

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PART 11 last part! The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

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Dearest reader with our social season coming to a close and our beloved duke off on his honey moon and the cold times of winter ahead. I must wonder if this weather isn’t the only thing cold, with the rush of the dukes wedding and no kiss! A scandal may brew admits the city’s great people, for now let us enjoy warm fires and hope ice cold hearts melt.

It was strange, waking up next a man even though that man is your husband. He looked peaceful in his sleep despite the eye bags under his eyes and light wrinkles, he wasn’t frowning, washing scolding or thinking, just calm. No words were spoken at breakfast nor in the carriage. Once you arrived to his estate the servants took care of everything and he went to his study. So much for a breakthrough, you’ve seen him cry and he doesn’t want to explain it fully, so be it.

You busy yourself, you explore the grounds, paint, play the piano, hell you even go to the gardens in the rainy weather and read a book. Viktor makes no appearances at breakfast, lunch or dinner, you rarely pass him in the halls. He hasn’t fulfilled the marital act nor made any moves to, he doesn’t look at you, doesn’t speak to you or touch you.

“Morning my lady” you glance to Mercy, at least she was able to come, she arrived a few days after you did and you were relieved. She’s the only one you’ve confided in, the butler and the rest of your husband’s servants seem as cold and distant as him. You stare at the food prepared for breakfast, a plate at either end of the table but an empty seat where the duke should be. You stare at his chair hoping to burn it into flames with a look. You enjoy the quiet, no horrid mama in your ear or cheating papa. What your father has done is unforgivable, you may not understand the ways of men but what he did was wrong. You eat your breakfast a little harshly, your jaw clenching harder the more you stare at his chair. It is raining again outside, you can’t even escape to the garden it’s such a downpour. By lunch you’re pacing the drawing room your piano music forgotten and your emotions boiling. The door opens, there stands your husband looking ragged. He stops and stares at you, his hair is a mess, his clothes a mess he isn’t even dressed properly, you see the red spots on his inner arm too, tiny dots, you see a bruise going around just above his elbow like a belt. Your eyes flick back to his before he goes to walk away.

“Don’t you dare” you hardly recognise your voice, nor would you ever speak to a man that way but this isn’t any man this is your husband. He stops and stills his shoulders tense his eyes on the floor. You point to a spot in front of you and he limps heavily to stand in front of you. Once he’s there you grab his arm and check it, needle pricks you realise.

“What is this?” You demand.

“Blood tests” he says voice hoarse.

“Why so many?” Your gaze is stern as he continues to stare at the floor.

“The doctors have many tests to perform” he says. You look at him, really look at him, this isn’t the confident, take what he wants man, this is a shell of a sad little man.

“What is going on with you?” You say dropping his arm you see his jaw clench and a flicker of something in his eyes before it dies.

“Nothing” he says.

“That is horse shit!” His eyes snap to yours as you swear. You breathe heavily, your chest rising and falling in the dress you wear.

“Tell me” you say voice low and calculated despite the shake in your hands. He doesn’t answer right away his eyes dropping again.

“Now!” You yell, he steps forward his face inches from yours his eyes hard.

“Do not yell at your husband” he snaps a real emotion you’ve seen from him in weeks.

“Oh my husband are you? Where are you during meal times? Why aren’t you in my bed? Why haven’t you completed the marital act? Why haven’t you talked to me!” You snap back in his face and he recoils as if you physically struck him. He lets out a noise before grabbing your throat and pressing you against the piano, he kisses you harshly his body falling over yours to pin you against the piano as his bad leg shakes to hold him up. You grip his arms pushing and pulling him closer like you can’t make up your mind as he forces your dress up. He slides down your body falling to his knees with a thud before he takes down your underwear and buries his face between your legs. You gasp slapping a hand over your mouth and gripping the pains edge tightly as you feel new pleasure. You bite the back of your hand as you feel his tongue lick and his mouth suck along your clit and entrance, he’s buried under your dress now, you doubt he can breathe but he doesn’t stop as your breaths heave. You try to hold your weight not wanting to squish him but your legs shake as he continues his relentless assault before your stomach tightens. You bite your hard harshly as you come, you feel his tongue lapping it up before he pulls back. You whimper against your hand before letting it go and breathing heavily as he removes himself from under your dress and legs. He stares up at you his eyes hazy, his mouth and jaw glistened his hair more messy, face flushed. You move so you’re standing upwards more and not leaning on the piano so heavily. He rests his head against your thigh his shoulders shaking as he takes shaky breaths.

“It is torture” he whisper voice cracking a bit.

“Not to be with you, not to wake up next to you, not to hold you or kiss you, not to have breakfast, lunch and dinner with you” his hands grip your dress tightly.

“I wish everyday and every night to be with you, to learn you, your likes your dislikes, I want to know what makes you happy what makes you sad, I want to know what noises you make, I want to know if you scream or moan” your breathing stutters a bit at his words.

“I want you” he murmurs.

“Then why haven’t-“ he cuts you off with a fierce gaze and yell.

“BECAUSE I AM NOT WORTHY OF YOU!” he yells voice hoarse with emotion, his eyes filled with tears. His breathing heavier and shakier.

“I am broken, weak man” he spits the words out with a scoff.

“I am not worthy of your being, your smiles, your happiness” his fists tighten his knuckles going white.

“You’re an angel and I’ve made you fall to earth” he whispers his head resting back against your thigh.

“I do not deserve to breathe in your presence” his voice softens more as he sags. You frozen at his words before he slumps to the floor his eyes closed. You yell for help and shake him lifting him into your arms as tears fill your eyes. It’s a rush of noise and then it all drowns out as medical runs in and begin hooking him up to things. You’re being held back as they lie him on a stretched and take him away from you. It’s like a blur, going from his estate back to Piltover. You see him, lying there on the hospital bed, tubes coming out of him. It makes you sick as you walk in and sit by his bed. Mel and Jayce are outside talking to the doctors while you watch your husband breathe shallow. You hold his hand, feeling his slender fingers calloused and rough. You don’t cry, you’ve done too much crying already, so you sit and hold your husband’s hand before the doors open. Mel walks in with Jayce behind her, he looks tired running a hand through his hair as he sits down on a free seat while Mel walks over and squeezes your shoulder. The doctor walks in, Mel’s hand staying on your shoulder as he walks to you.

“He’s in a coma, we’re not sure for how long, due to stress, lack of eating and drinking with a overall neglect it may be a while” he explains grimly before leaving after you don’t answer. Your husband neglecting himself and you didn’t even realise. To caught up in your anger and pride to even storm into that stupid office and confront him. Your hands shake and you feel tears in your eyes again as you sob. Mel hushes you holding you as you lean against her but don’t let go of Viktor’s hand. Jayce walks over and rests a large hand on your shoulder gently rubbing as you cry.

A few weeks and nothing, the doctors say his body is giving up, the stress and neglect too much, they ask you to think about drastic measures and you’ve hit a few doctors after those suggestions so they avoid you now. Mel and Jayce check on you everyday but you don’t leave Viktor’s side. Only to shower or eat due to Mel’s persuasion. You sit there holding his hand reading something aloud to him like he might hear it. You stop though when you feel a faint squeeze. You look at his hand but it doesn’t happen again, the doctors said his muscles can sometimes spasm causing this. You continue reading but his grip tightens and you hear a groan. Your books forgotten with a thump on the floor as he moves fully, you stand up watching him frown and blink his eyes open confusion in them. He focuses on you his eyes softening as he squeezes your hand.

“Wife” he mumbles voice dry as you let out a laugh and cry hugging him gently. He makes a small groan before wrapping his arms around you carefully.

“I’m sorry” he whispers against your ear. You pull back with tears down your face. He gently cups your cheek and wipes them away resting his forehead against yours before kissing you softly.

“For everything”

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Part 10 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

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Dearest reader the city is abuzz with the newest engagement of the season, the duke has finally found his dutchess, after his time ill it seems he has finally come to his senses to take a wife and save his house.

A wedding day, a time of happiness, love and celebration, where two souls come together under god and marry. You’ve pictured your wedding day many times, imagined what the happiness would feel like once you’ve married the love of your life. Only there was nothing, there was no joy, no overwhelming love, you’re marrying a man you hardly know, you don’t know his favourite colour, his favourite sports, his favourite food, it’s all been feelings, fleeting emotions and tensions and now you are to be tethered to him for life. The engagement period lasted about a month, you promenaded, went to the races, visited the art gallery with him, but there was no words, no laughing or smiling just silence, the only noise you recognise him with us the sound of his cane against the floor, thump…thump…thump.

You should be happy, in which a white beautiful dress, the veil, the flowers, your hair done nicely, it feels like an act, a show. You can hear the music in the church and murmurs of people inside as your father stands beside you stiffly. Viktor’s words were true, your papa was in debt from gambling and spending nights at a brothel every week. He hasn’t spoke to you since Viktor said he’d marry you, hell even your mama hasn’t commented anything rude about your existence. Your lady maid, Mercy, has more than once walked in on you crying your eyes out on the bed. Councilwoman Mel has visited, let you cry to her a few times, she explained marriage on your long talk, the marital act after the wedding the honey moon phase of love and passion. It made you excited now it makes an ill feeling in your stomach churn. The music shifts, a signal for your long dreadful walk down the aisle to be given away to your new husband. Husband… you thought that word meant something now, now you’re not so sure.

People rise as you walk, they look at you with fake smiles, but you don’t return them your eyes ahead to focus on your soon to be husband who has his back to you and is looking at the priest rather than his own soon to be wife. It makes you angry, upset, makes you want to run out of the church and run away from Piltover. You think about the stability, no more whispers, you’d have scored the unscorable duke. You stand beside him and he still doesn’t look at you as the priest begins to speak. You don’t register his words not really, you hear the I do out of Viktor’s mouth and the I do out of yours before you repeat vows and place the rings. He’s shaking, his slender hand shaking as slides on the ring before forcing his hands back to his side like he didn’t just bind you forever.

“I pronounce you husband and wife” there’s cheers and claps you look out over the crowd seeing your family, you look seeing councilwoman Mel and councilman Jayce clapping as well. Jayce is smiling but Mel is not, her green eyes meet yours and she gives you a solemn look. You follow Viktor out the church, he doesn’t take your hand and gets in the carriage without helping you either. You ignore it, ignore the hurt and pain as you climb in and sit opposite him, the door closes and the carriage begins moving away from the noise. You look out the window watching the city go by.

“My estate is a days journey from here” he says. Finally he speaks to you his voice rough and angry.

“Your estate?” You ask, your honeymoon is to be at his estate?

“Yes” he doesn’t explain further and you feel like punching the man. You sag into the seat you want this stupid dress off. You look at the ring on your finger a beautiful red stone encased in silver, pity it wasn’t a ring of love.

The ride is silent, you make it to a small inn you’ve never heard off and he orders two rooms, separated on your wedding night. The inn keeper gives you a once over noticing your wedding dress, she gives a sad look and hands you a seperate key as Viktor limps off to his room and closes the door shut.

“You alright sweetheart?” The woman asks as you stare at his door. You force a smile and nod going into your room and closing the door. A few of your bags have been brought in already and you undress cursing the ties. You can’t get them, no Mercy here to help you, no calming hair brushing no stupid talks in front of the vanity mirror. You lean against the table taking a shuddering breath before you yell. You don’t care who hears, you let out your frustration.

It’s a gut wrenching sound when he hears it. His pacing stops his stomach churns and his chest tightens. He’s an animal, a horrid monster. He thought marrying you would be the right thing but now, now he wishes the right man for you and it isn’t him. He wanted to corrupt you and claim you and now that he has he realises how wrong he was, how Mel was right to tell him off to leave you alone. All that time he’s spent with you in silence, he saw the when your hope died, about a week in, you gave up on greeting him with small smiles and nods, instead you walked silently by him just as he walked silently by you, the only sound of his cane thump…thump…thump. What man doesn’t look at his wife on their wedding day, he didn’t turn around, he stood, he shook and hoped nobody would see it, you did, the moment he put the ring on your finger he say the small crease of a frown between your brows. He didn’t kiss you either, he walked off, didn’t take your hand expected you to follow without word like a good quiet wife. That’s not you, you’re not a good quiet wife, you’re intelligent, you have real emotions you get angry, upset, annoyed, you glare and frown at him. He sits down on the edge of the bed his whole body throbbing not just pain but longing. He should be taking you somewhere nice, somewhere green and lush, somewhere happy and full of love not this cheap inn on the way to his lonely estate. He hates himself, but he can’t fix it now.

You struggle with your dress tears in your eyes, not from the dress but everything, a sob wracks through your body as your arm bends awkwardly to undo the cords at the back. You let out another frustrated yell and cry as you grip the desk and hang your head. You don’t hear the door open over your heavy breathing you feel hands though, slender and shaking. You don’t turn around afraid it might make him disappear as he slowly undoes the laces of your dress. His hands slide up pushing the sleeves off so it falls in a heap at your feet leaving you in your under dress and corset. You feel like you can’t breathe with this corset on, he senses it too undoing the laces and you finally breathe. You feel his fingers shake as he runs his finger tips up your arm before they rest there, you feel him step closer his forehead resting against your shoulder blade. You take a shaky breath more tears rolling down your face as you feel his warm breath against your skin. You turn around making him lift his head, you look at him, he’s gained a bit of colour back but his eyes are still deep and tired and lacking. His long hair isn’t as smooth and shiny. He looks you, dull honeyed eyes glazing over with tears and you realise he isn’t as unaffected as you thought. His body shakes, he looks tense, in pain physically and maybe mentally as well. He leans his forehead against yours and you breathe him in with shaky sobs. His fingers trail up your arm, over your shoulder and neck to cup your jaw gently stroking it before he tugs you close. His arms wrap around you like a vice your tears staining his white shirt but you don’t care. You grip the back of his shirt tightly and cry.

You stay like that for a while, his shuddering breathing and your sobs slowing and calming. Your fists aren’t white knuckled any more and his arms aren’t around you as tightly. He still shakes you realise he’s in pain from standing without his cane.

“Stupid man” you whisper and he lets out a humourless laugh. You sit him down on the bed and he lets you, you sit down on the floor and roll his pant leg up without thinking. He flinches and you stare at the metal brace around his leg, the bruising in his skin. You stare at the brace, look at how it’s digging in to his leg your hand shaky as you go to touch it but he flinches away again. You look up to him, he looks scared. You’ve never seen him scared before, vulnerable, ashamed. You go to your knees and straighten up so you’re between his legs. One hand resting on his good thigh the other cupping his cheek. No words are passed but it isn’t the same as before, understanding passes instead as he takes a shaky breath. He unbuttons his shirt and you watch seeing the brace around his lower torso too. He slides it off and you watch; the brace isn’t as tight as his leg one, but it’s constricting, you watch his chest rise and fall but it’s limited. He undoes his pants next with shaky hands and you take over as he lifts his hips and you slide them down. The leg brace stops just above his knee, the bruising in rings around his ankle, calf and knee. You sit down again looking at the brace, it comes off, but he doesn’t take it off by the look of it. You go to touch again and he doesn’t flinch this time, you slowly undo the brace, it takes you a while before you slide it off. You notice his leg is thinner than the other as you gently run your hands over the bruises gently. You hear him suck in a breath when you lean forward and kiss the bruise just below his knee. Then the one lower before kissing the one on his thigh. His hand is in your hair, gently tangling through the locks. You sit up again on your knees his hand sliding to the nape of your neck, his forehead rests against yours. Your hands rest on his thighs you can feel the difference, one weaker than the other in muscle density. Your hands inch higher and hear him intake a sharp breath.

“No” he says almost pained and you stop.

“I don’t deserve it” he whispers. He’s right, he doesn’t not after everything but somehow, you still want to. You inch your hands higher again and you feel his brows pinch together before his hands grip your wrist.

“Please” he begs softly. You stop and he sighs shakily. You frown when something wet hits your hand and you pull your head back slightly to see him crying. You cup his cheeks and he lets out a strangled sob that makes your heart break and your own eyes water. You stand up and hug him, his arms going around your middle his face buried in your stomach as he cry’s. Gods you’ve never seen a man cry let alone break down, it’s gut wrenching, makes your stomach churn as you gently massage his scalp trying to offer support.

He cry’s till he can’t, till his body aches and his lungs press against the brace. He feels weak, more than normal, he failed as a man, as a husband and he’s only been married for 10 hours. He doesn’t deserve you, your pureness, your innocence, all that he ruined. He wants to go back, do it all again properly, court you properly without the corruption, he wants to give you flowers, sit with you and eat biscuits, walk by the river and talk about your favourite things, he wants to know what makes you laugh, what makes you passionate, what makes you sad, angry, he wants it all and now, he’ll never get it.

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PART 9 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

I LIVE

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Dearest reader, though the city may not see I do. Something is amiss with our duke and the wallflower lady. Has something happened? Is it a true love match leading to a happy marriage? Or is there something scandalous amidst our fine city?

It’s all maddening the fleeting touches, the long looks and the taste of his lips ever present in your mind. You hear people talk, whispers, and rumours that make your jaw clench and shift into the shadows. You can’t do this anymore, on the verge of ruin, you need a husband, the duke won’t marry you, he isn’t one for marriage, he’s one for corruption and taking. Your mama is yelling at you, the rumours reaching her, her face red with anger, your cheek sore from where she slapped it. The rumours though not entirely untruthful have been wrong, some range from you sneaking out in the middle of the night to see him to your visits with the councilwoman actually a coverup to spend time with the duke doing things no one dares to say. It’s like a numbness when you don’t see him at balls like he’s disappeared off the planet without a care for your wellbeing and the rumours surrounding you. An older lords have been sent to your home, your mama saying she will pay them well. They examine you like livestock, check your teeth, and your body, and ask about your purity, it’s diminishing, and humiliating. You have no one to blame but yourself, falling into scandal with a duke has its repercussions. You figure him being so well in society he’s made it smooth over so his image doesn’t look back, disappearing from balls so he isn’t seen like a coward.

You stand like a prized cow, you’re checked over by an older lord you don’t remember the name of. He feels your hips and squeezes them making you bite your inner cheek. Anytime you show discomfort your mother scoffs as if the rumours of you engaging so heavily with the duke were true. It was one time his hands were on you, twice his lips were, hardly anything like this, he hasn’t even touched your hips before.

“Aye, promised price?” The lord asks and your mother nods. You feel yourself die a little, your heart clenching.

“I’ll marry her” he nods. Your heart falls you don’t show it though the disgusting churn in your stomach. Once the lord leaves you go to your room, you throw up in the toilet tears down your face. Two weeks you haven’t seen the duke, it makes you angry, makes you hate him for everything he did, makes you hate yourself for ever falling into his trap.

A week later after the engagement agreement, things are being prepared, a swift marriage to get you out of society and into the security of a man’s home, no matter how old or disgusting the gentleman may be. You sit in the drawing room your mind blank as you stare at the book page you’re trying to read. You hear a knock, listen to the doorman greet whoever it is before you hear shuffling steps. You frown a bit, hardly the sound of the old lord's steps. You freeze when you see him, weak, hunched over, pale. Your mama looks just as shocked as she greets the duke with fake smiles and fake niceness.

“Move,” he says to your mother's voice hoarse. Your mother stutters before moving out of the way and he walks over to you. He’s slower, his limp more pronounced.

“Get out” he snaps at your mother and she flinches but leaves. You stare at him and he stares at you. His eyes are dull, he has deep eye bags, his cheekbones a little hollower, and his hair messy but not in the normal tamed way. His suit is crinkled and he smells like the hospital. You don’t know what to say, he looks weaker, what happened to him? No words come out as you swallow.

“I am engaged” isn’t what you wanted to say but it comes out anyway. Something flashes in his eyes and you watch his hand grip his cane tighter.

“Mrs Medarda told me,” he says his jaw clenched.

“It is better this way” You nod though the words feel like bile.

“Better?” He frowns.

“Yes, the rumours will die down and I will have a husband, I will be content” You speak in a monotone, there’s no emotion, like a voice on repeat.

“Content” he murmurs.

“You shouldn’t be here Duke Viktor” your papa’s voice comes from the door. You look at him noticing his angry look.

“Haven’t you ruined her enough?!” He spits and you flinch. Viktor frowns his back still to your father.

“Like how you ruin your name already by going to the black rose brothel every Friday night?” Viktor’s words are venom and you gasp hand covering your mouth. Your papa stutters and his cheeks go red and you stare at him confused, he doesn’t deny it.

“Or how about the gambling problem that has left you in debt?” Viktor spits again.

“How dare you-“ Viktor cuts your papa off turning around shakily.

“You’ve sold your daughter to a man older than you, how do you plan to pay him? Is she expected to pop out a few heirs for him huh?!” Viktor’s voice raises.

“You ruined her in the first place!” Your father yells.

“I did” Viktor murmurs and you feel tears in your eyes as he looks back at you.

“And I left her alone when she needed me most” he adds his honeyed eyes locked on yours.

“I let rumours rot her name while I was-“ he stops his jaw clenching again. You take a small step forward hands shaking tears rolling slowly down your face.

“My illness flared up, I was in a coma for a week” he explains and now it makes sense for his disappearance. You wish he would’ve said something, or Councilman Talis said something, Mel even.

“I was unable to stop the rumours from spiralling and protect you, and for that I am sorry” He speaks quietly, softly, so strange from what he usually talks like.

“I won’t let you marry that man” he says his eyes narrowing again.

“Then you will marry her!” Your papa snaps and you flinch.

“I will” his words make you freeze, you stare at him trying to find the lie and deceit but find none.

“Duke-“ you trail off swallowing. He walks closer a shaky pale band coming up to wipe your tears.

“I will marry you,” he says whispered.

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PART 8 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

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Dearest reader, it seems our little wallflower of the season not only captured the duke's eyes but has now been seen with a certain Councilwoman, is this all a ruse to climb her way up the social ladder? Or is our little wallflower going to stay a wallflower?

You’ve been ruined, your name ruined, and your body now touched by a man you’re not even married to, what are you going to do? Confess? Live your life as a scandalous spinster and live off in the woods like a witch?! You can’t get his face out of your head, you can’t keep replacing his fingers with yours to chase that high, you crave his body, his slender skilful fingers, you crave his voice, you crave all of him. You feel like you’re going off the rail, if you keep acting like this you’re sure your mama or papa will send you away to knock some sense into you. Every hour of every day you crave him, it’s… maddening. You don’t even know his favourite colour, his favourite food, you don’t know what he likes to do for fun, does he go hunting? Go to the club? Races? Does he even ride? You’re so caught up in your thoughts you barely register anything, your lady maid dressing you, getting in the carriage, arriving at the ball, one minute you were being corseted the next you’re amongst people. You feel sick, physically, you can’t keep doing this, feeling like your whole world is a lie and he’s the only truth you can find. You can’t think properly! Everything is so muddled! Out of place, it’s all -

There’s a hand on your shoulder, slender, cold from the night air and you sigh closing your eyes, mouth parting slightly as the world fades out.

“Dance with me” it’s softly asked, only for your ears and you nod feeling his hand slide down your arm to take your hand before leading you to the dance floor. You don’t know yourself, not anymore, this world is a big game and you’re just an insignificant piece of nothing.

“Look at me” his voice is like a distant echo, and so is everyone else but he’s closer, so close… you look up at him, those golden honey-brown eyes you could lose yourself in if you’re not careful. His arm around you is a steady weight, his slender hand now warming up with your body and the dancing. You spin around with the other ladies before being pulled back into him and you sigh your eyes looking at his tie instead. He’s so close, his breath fanning your head and hair, his body heat mingling with yours, far too close for an innocent dance. Are you even innocent anymore? Mind corrupted by, him… you wanted it, you wanted it so bad for him to corrupt you, to change your way of thinking but he just left you, abandoned you while your brain was fuzzed and not thereafter he laid his hands on you. Anger rises in your chest and you frown suddenly, he left you, and ran off like he knew he committed such a scandalous act, but he still did it. Your movements become stiff and when the dance ends you don’t bow, you turn away and you walk out. You leave to get fresh air and not slap a gentleman in public.

He’s hurt you. He sees it, sees the corruption swirl in your eyes, sees the panic and tenseness of your body as you barely notice anyone around you. He shouldn’t touch you but he needs to, his hand resting on your warm shoulder, the way you sigh and close your eyes, he watches your mouth part slightly and he has the urge to grab your face and correct it because that face is only for him. He’s not subtle, not with you, he doesn’t care, let the city talk he’s had enough of being alone, he needs you, he needs to hear your voice, feel your body against his. He watches when you get angry, the frown on your face when you realise he’s hurt you, the way you stiffen ready to strike him. He won’t blame you, he wants you to hit him, snap at him, cause as scene as long as he gets to hear your voice and feel your wrath. You leave though, sensible always the sensible young lady, and he the duke looking to corrupt her. He follows you sees your chest heave, watches your breasts press against the fabric of your dress hungrily, even in your anger you are a goddess, flushed face tense set jaw narrowed eyes, he’ll gladly kneel in front of you and hand you a knife if it’ll make you happy. You face him, he can picture the fire flaring in your eyes. You snap at him, quiet hushed words but he doesn’t listen, he manages to get something like defiled, abandoned and marriage, that word makes him frown, why would you say that word? He focuses, his ears finally working but it’s too late your hand is meeting his face in a harsh sound and he lets out a low groan. He holds his cheek, you’ve got strength more than he realised. His eyes flicker to yours he’s not holding back his emotions. He watches you jolt, take in a breath and blink a few times. He knows you don’t understand quite fully but he’s hungry, he’s hungry for you, he desires nothing but you, his breeches are confining and this place is too open.

“Say something!” You whisper hiss, but he doesn’t, he just stares at you, licks his lips and lowers his hand from his now-red cheek. He stalks closer, his limp somehow making him more menacing. His fingers brush against your cheek and you frown and stutter before his lips are on yours. Your eyes are wide and you're pushing him back but he won’t relent, he kisses you passionately, his hands cupping your neck his thumb under your chin forcing your head back slightly. You let out a gasp when he does and his tongue slips past your lips and tangles with yours. You panic, you’re too out in the open, you bite his tongue and he hisses pulling back. He swallows his eyes narrowing and you taste his blood on your teeth. He pants his hands tightening around your neck as he leans his forehead against yours. You make a small sound like a whimper of emotion and he hushes you gently his arms wrapping around you, one hand cradling your head and the other around your shoulders. You struggle initially before you feel yourself cry, your arms wrap around him, and you feel the brace against his lean frame and grip his jacket. He holds you tightly his chin resting on your head he sighs and makes an annoyed noise making you hold onto him tighter. You pull apart when you hear voices and let out a gasp.

“Go” you whisper and he looks pained but goes off. You pretend to fan yourself as a few people leave the party giving you a friendly wave. You breathe in relief and sneak back into the party your mind reeling once again.

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PART 7 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, light corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

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Dearest reader, as you know I have eyes and ears everywhere in this city and I saw a particular Duke head into the Y/l/n house for not only a visit but to attend the ball! Will we finally have a match for our Duke this season? Or will he simply disappear into his research and science once more?

You’ve never been so unsure of yourself, of life. There are so many things you don’t know, being a woman you’ve been sheltered more than you realised and now, now you don’t know what to do with yourself. At night you explore your body it does things you never thought it would, you find new feelings and don’t know what they mean till they explode and you’re left breathless and slightly sticky. You can’t ask your lady maid about it and you certainly can’t ask your mama about it, the duke is all but avoiding you and you feel unsure.

Mel was kind enough to have you out for lunch again, you’re enjoying her talks she’s a spirited woman who knows her place in everything.

“My dear, whatever is the matter?” She says lowering her fork as you poke at your food, you glance at the servants around and look at your lap quickly feeling warmth rush to your cheeks.

“Everyone out” she says firmly and everyone rushes out.

“Has something happened?” She asks as you lower your fork and fiddle with your hands on your lap.

“I don’t know my place in this world, I don’t know about my body or what it does, I don’t know about these- these feelings I feel,” you say and her face goes to surprise. You flush furiously, you go to apologise as she stands up and walks over to sit by you.

“Feelings?” She asks softly and you nod feeling tears in your eyes.

“I’ve been so sheltered my whole life I had to have a duke tell me to explore my own body!” You whisper yell and she blinks.

“Did he, make you uncomfortable?” She asks carefully.

“No, it wasn’t uncomfortable, the feelings,” you say.

“I’m going to kill him” she mumbles and you tense up.

“Sweet girl, there are certain a woman does not find out until after marriage and later in life” she explains.

“So I have to wait longer?” You sigh.

“Well now that the duke has opened up these, feelings he’s started something irreversible” She clenches her jaw.

“Have I done something wrong?” You whisper and she takes your hands holding them tightly.

“No, you haven’t, men of our society. Some men seek to corrupt our young ladies quickly without thought for consequence” she grits her teeth.

“The Duke corrupted me? Have I been- have I been compromised?” You begin to panic that a compromise to your name is worse than being ignored.

“Not yet, you do not tell anyone else about this ok?” You nod at her words.

“Let us go to my private office I don’t need my husband barging in on such conversations we’re about to have” She stands up and guides you through the Talis Estate to her private office.

“Sit” she orders and you do as she pours two glasses of brown liquid.

“Alcohol my dear you’re going to need it” she says and you watch as she tips it back before doing the same. You cough and gag and she smiles taking the glass away before sitting on the seat opposite you.

“Now then” she begins.

You listen for hours, your mind rushing through the information of a whole new world she just opened up. From the martial act, sex, orgasms, and masturbation, to brothels, women, women’s places in the world, and marriage on a different scale your mama has told you. She’s told you about men and their ways how some seek to corrupt, to nurture, to have power, violence, pleasure, kindness, the list went on whereas ladies are born to be dignified, with no opinions and to serve men. She talked about her marriage and her childhood how she came to be a councilwoman and you listened, you didn’t speak, didn’t say a single word except for bidding her goodbye as the carriage took you home. You go to your room overloaded yet somehow lighter as you lie down on your bed and stare at the ceiling.

At the next ball you watch, you don’t say a word. You watch the gentleman, watch how they talk, laugh and scheme, you watch the women brought up to do the same thing and find their personalities all the same in different bodies. You watch how they down, you watch some men push their luck with touches while others are shaking and some indifferent. You watch the flutter of eyelids, the swoon of a woman, and the wave of fans. It’s all a game. The game of society. You forget to breathe at some point and feel as if the wall is closing in and all eyes turn on you, you rush out of the building, and hold a hand to your chest as you struggle to breathe, this seems to be a reoccurring feeling for you, the tightness, the dizziness, are you going mad? Unwell? You hear your name being called in a familiar voice and it all tones down. You look at the duke, focusing on the thud of his cane against the concrete as he comes over. You blink away any dizziness and struggle and look at him.

“My duke” you greet but you don’t recognise your voice, so proper, filtered and refined. His brows furrow together as his eyes look you up and down before his frown deepens.

“Mel said something to you” he says stepping closer while you take a step back. His eyes snap to the movement before returning to your face.

“Mel gave me what I needed for the floodgates you opened” you snap and you watch his eyes narrow and stare into yours.

“What did she tell you” his voice is like a caged animal as he steps closer and you step back again.

“Everything Viktor” it’s the first time you’ve used his name without a title, without a filter, so raw and improper and scandalous. His whole body jolts his hand tightening around his cane, something in his jaw ticks and he continues to stare you down like prey.

“Everything?” His voice deepens, his accent thickens and you nod in response not feeling fear like you should, but excitement, your lower stomach clenches and you finally understand what it means, desire, arousal, the need for physical touch. He continues to back you up till your back hits the wall of the manor and you’re out of everyone’s sight. He looms over you, his hand resting on the wall above your head. Your mouth parts a bit and you watch his eyes flick down, his tongue darts out to moisten his lips and suddenly you realise he’s just as affected as you are, he finds you desirable, and he wants you in ways that are scandalous to non-Maried couples. He limps closer his face inches from yours so you can breathe him in, he reminds you of coffee and something metallic, perhaps his work.

“Everything” he murmurs and you let out a shaky breath before his lips are on yours and his hand is cupping your neck. He’s not gentle, he’s demanding, he wants to corrupt you more than he already has and you’re going to let him. His tongue parts your lips before tangling with yours and you let out a moan to keep up with him. You hold onto him, partly to stabilise yourself, but also him as his cane clatters on the ground and both his hands are cupping your neck as he kisses you deeply. He leans heavily on one side and against you but you don’t care, his right hand goes down, and he bunches up your dress getting annoyed at it before his fingers find your core and presses against the fabric of your underclothing. You make a noise between a gasp and cry, he swallows it down with his lips as his fingers find that raised spot, your clit and rubs. It jolts of pleasure going through your body, your hands fisting against his suit jacket as he keeps you quiet with his mouth. He uses his bad leg to push your thighs apart more before he leans back and breathes. You pant heavily feeling your stomach clenching and that rising feeling of an expected explosion, orgasm. His slender fingers press a little harder and faster and you let your head hit the back of the wall as your body tenses and you feel yourself come undone on his fingers. He pants softly by your face and you open your eyes, he watches you, his fingers prolonging the feeling before he stops and kisses you again, his hand leaving your skirts.

He leaves in a hurry. His mind reeling, he’s going to talk to Mel for ruining your mind. It’s not her fault, it’s his own but for stupid reasons like he’s a man he needs an outlet and right now Mel is that outlet. He doesn’t bother knocking knowing her schedule for the day, she’s in her office at the council palace and he’s run from you after defiling you. Mel looks at him, he’s a mess, he’s panting his hair a mess his coat is crooked from your beautiful hands gripping it so tightly. Gods he can’t get your face out of his thoughts, that beautiful expression you made as you came from his fingers. Mel doesn’t say anything, she’s smart she knows exactly why he’s here as he closes the door and limps more acutely.

“You ruined her” he says, he doesn’t recognise his voice either.

“You did that yourself,” she says calmly, too calmly.

“I was going to bring her in slowly” he glares his jaw clenched painfully.

“There is no such thing as slowly as soon as you open her mind to those thoughts and ways!” Mel snaps, ah so she cares for you, your first friend and it seems Mel’s first true friend.

“She is a child!” Mel adds standing.

“She is over entering age!” Viktor snaps back.

“Doesn’t matter you cannot corrupt her!” Mel’s nose flares and he realised she truly cares about you.

“She wants my corruption” he whispers his voice dangerous.

“Viktor” Mel hissed.

“You cannot control what she does” he whispers before he storms out of her office.

“Neither can you” Mel whispers.

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PART 6 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, light corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

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Dearest reader, with our matches getting cozier by the second it seems we may have proposals within the week, in fact, I’ve noticed a few gentlemen seeking the favour of a young lady's hand already. However, with all of this going like clockwork, the only thing that doesn’t tick with time is our dear Duke and man of progress. Is the young lady he danced with going to steal and capture his heart? Or is it all going to come crashing down in burning smoke?

You’ve never attended a ball held at your papa's estate, usually, it’s only in the winter you come here to wait out the cold season in such a large home, though now you’re starting to see why no balls are held here. Your mama's colour palette is a tad odd. Perhaps she’s trying to copy the Talis’s gold but with orange? Her theme is orange and yellow and everything seems to be in your face quite literally. The flowers, the drapes, the decor, intact the kitchen silver wear isn’t silver but yellow and orange, there’s Orange and yellow cakes, orange and yellow drinks, you may go dizzy. You stand by your papa at the entrance of the ballroom as the servants set everything up.

“Oh boy,” your papa whispers as you blink in slight horror.

“Isn’t it wonderful!” Your mama comes up beside your papa and he forces a smile.

“Yes indeed” he lies and you excuse yourself. Your lady maid Mercy beside you gives you a small look.

“Yes, I’m aware” you huff.

“It’s all quite-“ she trails off.

“Disgusting? Hideous, like she threw lemons and oranges everywhere?” You say.

“I wasn’t going to be that harsh but yes” she grimaces as you walk into your room and fall on your bed.

“Please, I beg you tell me my dress is not orange or yellow” you say and she winces again as she pulls out a yellow dress with orange flowers.

“Oh gods,” you say sitting up and staring at it.

“I tried talking to her lady maid about uh, subtly adjusting it however it did not work” Mercy explains.

“We’re going to the modiste, right now,” you say and she nods quite literally chucking the dress back into the box it came in. You’ve never been one for dresses but you will not embarrass yourself further to look like a lemon. You head to the modiste and the madame there smiles.

“Welcome,” she says.

“No mama today?” She says.

“No, I need your help, please,” you say and she turns serious.

“The yellow dress?” She asks and you nod.

“Oh goodness, indeed come with me” she beckons you with her into the back fitting room.

“I knew this would happen I had an extra made, now it is still yellow but it is almost pale and I made sure to make the flowers white” She pulls out a beautiful pale dress that’s almost white, it’s not bright but subtle and the white flowers littering the top add to its charm.

“Thank you, Madame, you’re a lifesaver,” you say.

“Nonsense, you danced with the duke in my dress I am more than happy to provide” she smiles and you flush a bit.

“He’s quite handsome, no?” She grins and you nod not trusting your voice.

“I’ll stop teasing, but I’ll have this packed and dropped off” She smiles and pats your arm. You return home thankful to avoid wearing that hideous dress now hidden in the dark corners of your closet. Your nerves are building up for this evening wondering if the duke will indeed attend knowing he only tends to the higher members of the city’s balls and soirées.

You find yourself antsy, waiting for him to arrive and wonder what has gotten into you. You’ve never been so… so interested in a gentleman. As the ball carries on though you realise he’s not going to show up and your heart sinks a bit. You ignore your mama's glares at your lack of a bright yellow dress compared to hers, but you match everyone else in their pale yellows and subtleness. You manage to leave the ballroom and head to the gardens figuring since you’re at your estate it can be of no harm. You walk for a bit before sitting down on a cold granite bench and looking at the statue in the garden.

“You’ll catch a cold out here my lady” Your heart rate increases as you look over and see the duke approaching. You stand up quickly eyes a little wide.

“You came,” you say as he stands a meter from you.

“And miss the brightness of such a soirée?” He smiles.

“Gods please don’t remind” You sigh and sit back down gesturing for him to sit as well.

“I assume you did not have a say in such matters neither did your father?” He says resting his cane on his side.

“No I did not this is- it’s hideous, embarrassing you should’ve seen the dress she bought me” you sigh watching his eyes crinkly in the corners as he smiles.

“Your dress is beautiful” he says and you look down at the subtle pale yellow and white lace flowers.

“The Madame at the modiste was kind enough to have made me a backup,” you say trying to ignore the way your heart rate picks up.

“Smart woman,” he says. You sit in comfortable silence, though you fiddle with your fingers, picking a bit.

“Stop,” he says gently but firmly his slender hand taking yours.

“You’ll make yourself bleed” he says his fingers slotting between yours and resting them on his thigh. You hold your breath, don’t dare move or breathe, you’re holding hands with the duke in the garden alone….You’re alone in the garden holding hands with the duke…. You’re alone- you stand up and gasp.

“What is it?” He stands up as well limping slightly.

“I’m alone, with you in the garden, no chaperone” you begin to panic.

“Calm down” his voice is firmer than before and your eyes snap to his. He steps closer his free hand lifting, you’re shaking slightly your eyes watching his hand as he cups your cheek cold slender fingers touching your warm cheek. You let out a small gasp without meaning too eyes moving back to his honey coloured ones as he steps even closer his breath mingling with yours.

“Nobody is out here but us” he says voice low and breathless almost.

“How do you know?” You ask in a whisper.

“I made sure” Something in his tone makes you frown briefly before he leans in closer.

“Do you know how hard it is, to not touch you” he murmurs.

“To not have your warmth filling my bones, to not have you close” your mouth parts as you breathe shakily and his eyes look down to your lips.

“How hard it is to be gentlemen within your presence when all I want to do-“ his thumb traces your bottom lip gently.

“Corrupt you?” He whispers his eyes darkening as you feel your body tense, your heart rate increasing your lower stomach doing something you’ve never felt that makes you squeeze your thighs together. He lets out a small growl-like noise his forehead resting against yours.

“That feeling just now, you don’t know what it was do you?” He whispers and you shake your head slightly.

“That clench in your lower stomach, pressing your thighs together,” he says.

“It’s arousal” he murmurs and you frown.

“Fuck” he mumbles.

“I want you to do something tonight when you’re alone in bed” he leans back slightly so he can look into your eyes.

“I want you to think about that feeling and what gave you that feeling” he orders gently his accent getting thicker the lower his voice drops.

“I want you to slip your hand between your thighs, where it’s most warm” he adds and all you can do is look at him.

“I want you to touch yourself, explore what feels good what brings more of that feeling in your lower belly” his thumb gently strokes your cheek.

“I want you to chase it, keep doing it till it builds.. and builds” his gaze is heavy and you forget how to breathe as you feel your stomach clench and flip.

“And when it finally hits, I want you to let go, let those built-up feelings explode” You finally breathe in quickly before you hear your name and gasp and step back. You look at the duke one more time before his hand slips from your face as you walk off. Your cheeks are warm, your whole body is warm and your legs shake slightly as you walk back to your mamas calling. His words replay in your mind all night and every time you look at him at the ball you hold your breath and feel even warmer.

When it’s night and you’re all alone you close and lock your door your breathing a little heavy. You stare at your bed lie down and pull the covers over your body taking a shaky breath as you think back to his closeness, the words he said. You do as he says your hands going between your thighs, it is warm as he said and slightly wet, you slide a finger between your folds and gasp. You still for a moment at the jolt that goes through your body, his words echoing in your head. You do it again rubbing your finger over the nub. Your stomach clenches slightly at the feeling and you let out small gasps. ‘I want you to chase it, let it build and build’ You continue moving your fingers shivers and feelings going through your body intensifying the more you do it. You’re gasping softly, your back arches ever so slightly and your toes curl under the sheets. ‘Let those built-up feelings explode’ A noise leaves your mouth as a feeling rushes through your body like a coil snapping. Your eyes seal shut and you hold your breath as it does before you remember to breathe and pant heavily. Your fingers slow and you stop, body shaking slightly as you do. You remove your hand noticing the slight wetness and stickiness on your fingers. You go to the bathroom and have very shaky legs, leaning against the counter and washing your hands as you look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is flushed, and a layer of sweat covers you, you need to ask him what just happened, and why you’ve never felt like that before.

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Part 5 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

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Dearest reader, it seems our lovely duke has finally taken to the dance floor. If you missed last night's grand Solar eclipse then let me tell you what a grand soirée it was indeed. Our men of progress dressed as dark as moons and two golden Suns dancing with them. Our duke danced the Solar eclipse with a most interesting suitor indeed. Oh, and how wonderfully they danced indeed.

Having lunch with the esteemed Mel Medarda was more nerve-wracking than you anticipated. The Councilwoman was indeed discreet with her collection a simple carriage one unmarked without the Talis emblem your mama ever the nosy person society she of was Instantly demanded why you were suddenly going out sure enough your papa managed to distract her for five minutes so you could escape with your lady maid.

Arriving at the Talis house once again in the middle of the day was even more grand than arriving at night. Everything was as gold and bright as the sun, though with a lot fewer people now you can enjoy it more without the nerves of a hundred people buzzing around. Councilwoman Medarda greets you in her dining room, she wears a white and gold dress more formal and daily wear than her extravagant ball gown.

“Councilwoman” you bow your head as your lady maid waits over with the other servants. Mel smiles at you.

“Sit, please” she says and you sit across from her looking at the array of food.

“Tea?” She asks and you nod politely wondering if her tea is as extravagant as the rest of everything Medarda/Talis.

“I hear the town is abuzz with gossip at your dance with the duke” she says smiling and you almost choke on your tea as you take a sip of it.

“I- is it?” You say deciding to place your cup of tea down then make a mess.

“It is, I was at the modiste, the madame there had a lot to say indeed” she grins.

“Oh” you say not sure how what to say in such a situation.

“I doubt you want to talk about gossip you seem like a smart young woman to me” she says as the servants come over and serve you food.

“Thank you,” you say to the servant who nods before they leave.

“You must have questions” she says and you frown.

“About?” You ask.

“Why the Duke of course” She laughs softly and you hesitate with your food feeling even more nervous.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she says suddenly.

“You don’t go out often? With other young ladies of the city?” She asks and you shake your head.

“I see” she whispers frowning in thought.

“Well, we must change that,” she says.

Councilwoman Mel Medarda indeed makes good on her word. You travel to the markets together, a few famous cafes and bakeries, you even walk the gardens from time to time when she is free, in fact, you’ve been to the council palace now. You appreciate her gestures and feel more confident around her, she’s a smart ambitious woman any young lady would look up to, but being one-on-one with her makes you see her in a new light. It’s a Friday around mid-morning when a servant walks into the drawing room announcing you have a visitor. You half expect Mel what you don’t expect is to see the duke walk in, Cane in one hand and flowers in another.

“My duke how lovely to see you” Your mama instantly tries to butter her. The duke waves a hand slightly and a servant comes forward with a basket of flowers.

“For you Lady Y/l/n” he says she gasps a little over the top and takes them.

“My duke such a lovely gift” she smiles.

“And these are for you” he walks forward with a smaller bouquet in his hand and hands it to you. You stare at the flowers then back at him then at the flowers before your mother subtly jostles your side.

“Thank you my duke they are wonderful” you nod handing them to a ladymaid to place them in a vase.

“Well come in sit, I’m afraid we weren’t expecting visitors our have the servants bring out some tea” your mama says. The duke nods and moves slowly to sit down on one of the couches. Your mama nudges you ungraciously and you sigh sitting down by the duke at a respectful distance. Your mother sits at the other end of the room resuming her cross stitching. You look at your hands in your lap a bit awkwardly wondering what young ladies even say when a gentleman calls on them.

“How was your lunch with the “You slap a hand over his mouth and he raises an eyebrow, he glances at your mama and then smiles behind your hand nodding. You sigh in relief and lower your hand nodding as well. He keeps his smirk on his face for a moment.

“How has your week been my lady?” He asks instead and you nod.

“Good, yes I-“ you trail off wondering how you can talk without giving away your visits with the councilwoman.

“I’ve been to the gardens, ah the art gallery too that was exciting” you say trying to sound as natural as you can.

“Ah yes, the art gallery is quite exquisite, any favourite pieces?” He asks following along with your subtleness.

You manage to talk easily with him, though within reason, you’re not sure how long a caller is supposed to stay but it feels like hours by the time your father comes down from his office and sees the duke before whisking him away with whatever gentlemen talk about.

Viktor knew exactly where you had been and when you had been. Tuesday you attended the Medarda lunch, you left at exactly 12:15pm arrived at 12:25pm and left at 1:45pm. You went to the South Pond Gardens at 11:15am in the morning, took the reserved part of the gardens with your lady maid and then left at 11:45am. You attended the Killian gallery at 2:00pm and looked at the famous works of Kain Killian himself as well as a few from John Partridge, and Philip Suns. You left the gallery at 3:35pm and arrived home at 3:43pm. He knows you’ve been to the Stewards bakery, the Brisks cafe and he knows when you attended the council palace. He also knows you’ve had two gentlemen arrive at your doorstep who were promptly removed from the premises before anyone could bat an eyelid and he’s had those men who your mama paid discreetly dealt with. He knows your mother's favourite flowers, bakery items, and preferred cross-stitch technique, he also knows when your father is busy in his office, which gentlemen’s club he goes to, he also knows your father isn’t as nice as he appears having gone to the Black Roses brothel in the middle of the night. What he won’t allow himself to know is your favourite things, he wants you to tell him yourself, he wants you to want to open up to him, and let him carry whatever burdens a young lady like yourself might have, he wants you in his estate and he wants to have you on every service in his estate no matter what servants of his is watching. He wants to know every gasp, moan and cry you make, how many fingers you can take before you try to push him away, and how many orgasms he can get out of you before you collapse, he wants you to himself, to belong to him and nobody else.

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Part 4 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, light corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

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Dearest reader it indeed seems that our duke, our man of progress is still not taking to any of the ladies this social season, a shame, but our next ball of the season is to be a grand one indeed hosted by the councilman and woman Talis at their large estate, it will indeed be a flurry of sunshine and gold amongst their grand home, they are known for their grand hosting once a year in the social season, a time for glittering lady’s and dark gentlemen, a true solar eclipse.

You were never one for the golden colours, But the Talis’s colour theme held tradition in the solar eclipse ball, a strange name you always thought but now you understand it with the ladies as golden suns and the men as dark as the moon, though in theory the moon is in fact bright and white, but who are you to question the council couple. Your mama had clawed her way to receive an invitation, while your papa remained blissfully unaware of her planning and scheming, she has indeed had a list of suitors to dance with you, no doubt having paid them a pretty penny so she can save the embarrassment of her daughter not dancing at all this social season. The gentlemen picked though are the worst amongst the city, A one Elias Hoskal, a horrid man and son of the councilman Toman Hoskal who indeed was also a horrid man. You suppose you should thank her for setting you up with someone so high up in society if only it weren’t for his massive debt and lack of… anything really. Another was Lord James Levi, a much older gentleman in need of a wife who you’d like to avoid touching at all given his appearance and constant stench. The only seemingly suitable one was Lord Clayton Chives, a man from a simpler upbringing and house but also simple in his mind. You didn’t tell your mama about your dance with the duke and man of progress, not sure how she’d react you’re not sure how anyone would react, and you’re not exactly sure how to react as well. Unsure if it was a jest you’re starting to see amongst the men when seeing you. If so you’re wondering how far your image would fall if you were indeed to steal a man’s cane and hit him with it.

The Talis’s estate is massive, surrounded by lush green land and gardens, the insides even more lavish than the outside accented with their colours of golds, purples, whites and reds, an odd choice of colours but they go well together. The ballroom though, was indeed another story, going on the eclipse, with golden walls and a black ceiling, the floor a design of gold swirls on black, it was gorgeous for sure, a little overwhelming most definitely. The left side of the ball had an array of drinks and foods, half you barely recognised and a grand accent in the middle of the room of assorted gold and black flowers. You’re too in awe to notice anybody else or the insistent push/pull of your mama’s hand around your arm. You spot the council couple staring at councilwoman Mel Medarda’s dress, a gorgeous gold that hugs her body at the top and flows down into a waterfall almost flaring out on the floor, she looks like a goddess. Her husband Councilman Jayce Talis next to her in a tight black suit and golden tie and a flower in his pocket. Then you see a third the duke, your breath intakes at the sudden difference between his usual, cream and red suits, a dark black suit much like the councilman only with a golden vest instead of a tie and flower. You think your brain struggles to process the look, his eyes practically matching his vest, his lack of cane and the way he stands almost confidently on his own, his hair long and tied back even more neatly though a long stray hair dangles down over his forehead and eyes. You’re not focusing on whatever your mama is saying to the lord in front of you, too focused on the ethereal three.

Your mama snaps your name in your ear and you look to her finally focusing on the gentlemen in front of you, internally grimacing at the look of the smirk on the councilman Hoskal’s son.

“My lord” you greet and he scoffs softly.

“Shall we?” He says holding his arm out like it’s a chore, then again it is, he’s getting paid to dance with you.

“The dancing hasn’t begun my lord” you say frowning and his famous scowl appears on his face.

“Keep your damn money I’m not dancing with some loud pig” he snaps and walks away. You feel something knocked in you from the insult and your mama begins to scold you. You barely make out the words your hands shaking lightly as you look at the floor.

“Ladies” it’s like a soothing balm of accented voice. You look up to the duke almost sighing in relief at the interruption.

“My duke” Your mama quickly regains composure and smiles bowing politely to the duke.

“May I have a word with your daughter?” He asks and your mama chuckles softly and nods walking off with a glare sent your way.

“I hope you will still honour me with a dance tonight?” He tilts his head ever so slightly as your eyes stare at his golden honeyed ones.

“My mother pay you?” You blurt without thought and he frowns faltering.

“No your mother did not pay me” he says.

“Then what? A dare from your friend?” You know you’re directing your anger at him, but everything seems too overwhelming at the moment, the colours the grandness the stuffy people.

“My lady I can assure you I’m offering you a dance because I want to” he steps closer his head bent to look at you directly, his fingers brushing against your chin to make you look at him.

“I’m sorry” you whisper nodding.

“Of course my duke I will honour your dance” you nod.

“The dancing has not begun, shall I bring you some lemonade?” He asks.

“That’s ok, you probably have people to talk with” you offer a small smile despite the shakiness in your hand.

“I’ve talked to everyone, except you my lady” he says.

“And you are indeed the most interesting” his voice lowers ever so slightly his accent thickening and it makes you gulp.

“I’ll be back with some lemonade” he nods and walks off. You notice his limp as he walks away and sighs a bit. He returns as he said, you thank him quietly forcing your hands to stop shaking as you take a sip of the cold refreshment.

“Ah, Viktor there you are” You look up noticing Councilman Jayce Talis walking over. He sees you, glances back to Viktor then smiles brightly making you frown ever so slightly.

“So I take it this is the young lady who finally swayed you to dance?” The councilman grins and you notice the red dancing across the duke's cheeks.

“Mind what you say Talis” Viktor clenches his jaw and Councilman Talis laughs.

“Councilman Jayce Talis and you are my lady?” He asks hand out. You take his hand give a small bow and introduce yourself he smiles and nods his head giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

“How do you like the party?” He asks and you glance around grimacing slightly.

“Given that face, I’ll say not very much” he chuckles.

“It’s a beautiful party, Councilman,” you say.

“But?” He doesn’t look offended in the slightest and your eyes flick to Viktor who gives a small nod.

“It’s a bit much for me councilman” you end up with.

“I see” he nods in thought.

“Well you’re not alone, it’s all rather, ridiculous if you ask me,” he says looking around and smiling when he sees his wife.

“Tradition seems to be a little too strong with my wife” he chuckles softly his eyes warm as he watches her before looking back to you.

“Well, next time I see you I will make sure to approach in less hectic circumstances” he bows his head and you do as well before he smiles at Viktor and leaves. You let a bit of tension leave your body as you sigh and finish your lemonade.

Music starts to play a gentle classical orchestra, you watch couples file to the dance floor black and gold, the solar eclipse. It’s truly beautiful to watch, the way the lady's dresses swish around almost like the way the sun has burning rays of lick, and the moons graceful yet strong in guiding the sun rays around. You notice a certain lord who your mother paid coming over and you panic.

“Dance with me,” you say to Viktor.

“Now?” he asks.

“Yes now” you glare taking his hand and practically dragging the poor man to the dance floor. He stumbles a bit as you put your arm on his shoulder and hold out your hand for him to take. He frowns a bit his gaze following yours, you watch him narrow his eyes and something darkens in his gaze as he puts his hand on your waist and grasps your hand. You go into the dance, the lord glaring at you both but stalking off making you sigh in relief. You look up to Viktor finally his honeyed colour eyes locking onto yours.

“I’m sorry my duke,” you say realising you dragged this poor man to the dance floor.

“You did honour me with a dance my lady” he chuckles lightly.

“I did, I just- did I hurt you?” You whisper and something in his gaze softens. He steps closer bringing your bodies almost chest to chest as you take in a breath.

“No” he whispers as he guides you around the dance floor. You’re very surprised the duke can dance at all given his condition. You notice a slight limp but it doesn’t stop him. Your gazes are locked together and suddenly you’re the only ones in the room, nobody else matters not even the orchestra. Your hands relax their tight hold and you allow yourself to feel his shoulder under your hand, you feel his strength in it, in his slender but calloused fingers. He twirls you around and brings you right back into his hold his warm hand splaying out against your waist. Nothing else matters at this moment, just you and him dancing. You barely hear the music dying down, the reality of couples slowing and the room coming back into focus. You blink a few times taking a shaky breath as he whispers your name.

“I’m sorry,” you say and leave quickly off the dance floor. You rush out to the gardens and feel your heart racing in your chest, sweat on your brow. You breathe heavily and your eyes gloss over. You hear your name being called but don’t register it till you feel those slender fingers in your arm. The duke saying your name but you can't hear it, you feel his fingers on your face forcing you to look at him.

“Breathe” it’s the first word you hear and you remember to breathe sucking in a deep but shaky breath.

“That’s it, deep breaths” he nods his honeyed eyes staring into yours. You feel so stupid, running out in a panic, tears well in your eyes and he does something unexpected. He wraps his arms around you, you breathe in the cologne he wears and a shudder goes through your body.

“Just breathe, follow my breathing” he says and you focus on the rise and fall of his chest trying to match it.

“That’s it” he whispers as you match his breathing and slowly feel yourself return to normal.

“Good girl” he murmurs atop your head and you can’t help the small intake of breath you do. You relax as much as you can, and coming back to normal, you realise you’re out in the garden alone with the duke who’s holding you.

“Viktor?” You hear a feminine voice and tense you go to move away but it’s too late.

“Mel” Viktor says as she stops frozen.

“Councilwoman Medarda” he slowly lets go of you bowing his head.

“May I ask what exactly is going on admits my garden?” She asks.

“She was having a panic attack,” the duke says.

“I see,” she says and nods.

“Mel-“ Viktor sighs and she holds her hand up before walking closer.

“Was I anyone else I would yell scandal, however” she smiles a bit.

“Councilwoman Mel Medarda” she holds her hand out to you and you freeze momentarily before holding her hand and introducing yourself.

“You two were quite the sight on the dance floor” She gives you a wink and you feel your cheeks warm.

“Mel” Viktor says in warning but she chuckles.

“Off with you Duke Viktor us ladies have things to talk about” You watch as she easily shoos the man away, his jaw sets but he gives you a soft look and leaves.

“Now that we’re alone, you needn’t worry my dear I won’t tell a soul” she says and you feel relief.

“You danced beautifully on the floor” she says and you feel your heart warm up at the compliment.

“Thank you Councilwoman” you nod your head.

“Please call me Mel when we’re alone, Councilwoman makes me feel so, official” she says and you smile a bit.

“A lovely smile as well,” she says and you feel embarrassment rise.

“Are you alright?” She asks her tone turning to concern.

“Yes, I think so- I don’t know what came over me” you sigh a bit.

“I know that look you two shared like nobody else was there on the dance floor. Not even the music?” She asks and you stare at her.

“Yes, it was-“ you chuckle a bit as she smiles nodding.

“There are few who can master the solar eclipse dance and you and Viktor did so beautifully” she says.

“I don’t think-“ she raises a hand silencing you.

“Did you know the duke spent a whole week, day in and day out learning that dance?” You frown lightly at her words.

“Of course, he didn’t tell you, men never tell women the length they go sometimes” she huffs.

“My husband Jayce made him a brace so he could dance, however, he was indeed lacking in the skills to dance, he was determined though to dance with you, so I taught him to dance,” she says.

“You taught him-?” You ask.

“First Jayce offered too but watching two men such as them dance is like watching two stones move together” You can’t help but laugh at her description imagining the duke and the councilman stiff as rocks.

“He was determined to dance with you though no matter how much he stumbled” she smiled warmly. Something in your heart flutters at her words knowing the duke went through a lot of effort just to dance.

“How would you like to join me for lunch tomorrow?” She asks and you look at her with wide eyes.

“Really?” You say shocked and she smiles nodding.

“I’ll have a carriage come get you, save you some hassle from your mama” she winks and walks back to the ball. You smile a bit a different kind of nervous flutter in your stomach. You return to the party instantly swarmed by a lord Levi.

“Ah there you are my dear, you owe me a dance” he grins and you instantly grimace at his yellowed almost brown teeth.

“She owes you nothing” Your eyes flick to the Duke.

“Excuse you? If I don’t dance with her I won’t get-“ Viktor glares at the man it’s unlike anything you’ve seen, it’s dark and narrowed and makes a lord instantly shut up apparently.

“Go” The lord runs off thankfully and you finally take a breath.

“Are you alright?” Viktor’s eyes soften as he looks at you and you nod thanking him quietly.

“I hope the councilwoman wasn’t forthcoming on you” he says in hushed tones and you chuckle a bit.

“She asked me to lunch tomorrow,” you say and his eyebrows go up slightly.

“Really?” He asks and you nod.

“How are you feeling about it?” He asks tilting his head ever so slightly.

“Nervous, but excited I’ve never-“ you hesitate a bit clearing your throat and realising your being a little too comfortable with the duke.

“Apologies my duke” You bow your head slightly and he frowns.

“What for?” He asks softly leaning in slightly, the conversation is only meant for you both.

“For being familiar with my duke” you nod avoiding his eyes.

“I see” he mutters standing up straight as one of the lords call his name.

“You should probably go to that” you say and cut him off before he can speak.

“Excuse me my duke” You bow your head and walk off sighing to yourself.

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