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𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑲: BOOM! Someone next door lit off fireworks, not even caring that they live next door to a cop. You bolted into the bedroom where Dick had just gone to get something with tears in your eyes, causing Dick to fill with anger, but even still, he speaks gently with you. "Put your headphones on, Darling. Stay in here; I'll go have a word with our neighbors."

Dick storms outside angrier than he usually ever is with anyone. "Do you wanna be arrested?!"

"It's just a little fun, officer, for my kids."

"Kids or not, it's against the law in city limits, and my wife is scared to death after Joker blew up the building next to her work, and you know that, David! So you can either hand over the fireworks or I write you a hefty ticket when I go into work tomorrow."

"Yeah, like what a fifty bucks?"

"More like five hundred and possible jail time."

"Oh." David says, realizing how bad this could possibly get over fireworks and realizes it isn't worth it.

"Keep the sparklers, the smoke bombs and the fountains for the kids since they don't make noise, just make sure you put used fireworks into water to keep fires from starting. The best way to teach them to be responsible is to do it yourself. Have a good night." Dick states as he takes any of the fireworks that make noise, leaving the rest of them for David's kids since he isn't heartless, he's just worried about you.

He sets the fireworks on the ground near the front door before returning to you who's desperately holding your headphones to your ears so you don't have to hear the bangs as you watch your movie. Dick grabs his laptop and sits beside you, typing with one hand as the other massages yours to help you relax.

𝑱𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵: He's got his earbuds in and his face buried in your chest as you run your fingers through his hair, it's heartbreaking to see how much this still effects him. Usually one large bang isn't enough to set it off but so many back to back never gives him the time to relax and as soon as he does another goes off starting the process all over again.

Jason clings to you like a child, he intially founds it a embarressing how scared he was the first year you were together but he's open up to you so much and you've made it possible for him to be comfortable even when being vulnerable. Three o'clock comes around and finally everyones stopped shooting them off so he can finally get some rest after the constant noise has mentally drained him and his senses.

"I love you." You whisper into his hair even though he can't hear you now that he's asleep, you're just glad he trusts you the way he does to be so vulnerable. Glad to be his safe space when when he's scared.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, My Sweet Love. I know you were always so fond of A names, but as far as I hear it, the only A name anyone's calling you as of now is asshole." You teased, speaking to him through telepathy as you emerged from a dark alley you were waiting for him on. For the four hundred fifty years you've known him, you pop in from time to time randomly. It could be five years or fifty, but you always come back to him, always send him little postcards with a bit of whatever lipstick you've been using smeared onto the page with the words "miss you" handwritten on them

"Tell me what's the new name, Amadeo? Hopefully, it's not Asmodeus." You tease as you leap out of the shadows behind him onto the proper New York streets, all the bright lights washing out his pretty golden eyes.

"I am not a demon king; I fear in this and every reality I am nothing. I have...no one." He stopped walking to look down at you from where he stood, six feet tall, with a somber and gloomy expression. He looked frail and thin, like a puppy kicked into the street after it's bitten too many times.

"Oh, so I am no one now? ...Wow, I feel so loved...I read the book; I believe every vampire on the planet has. While some of us side with you, some of us don't. Me? I do not; there is a reason we don't change such young ones. Plus I know how you act when you've found something you like... Of course I have questions on that, but alas that is not my place."

"I should apologize to you as well for being so-"

"Apologize to me, and I will set you alight and watch you like a moth, Armand." Interrupting his pity party, you know everything in the city on how miscellaneous vampires are acting, how Lestat's acting, Louis, even Armand's little fledgling Daniel. "You need to eat; you look like you're surviving off table scraps and misery, My Love." Carefully, you used your long, sharp nails to open a slice along your wrist to feed him.

"I don't deserve your kindness after how I've conducted myself these last hundred years."

"It wasn't a question, either drink willingly, I force feed you, or I hold you in place til the sun rises and you blow away like ash and the street sweepers can pick you up." Your face is so stiff, leaving no place for him to to question you, always so stubborn and caring even when he did nothing to deserve it.

"Yes, of course, I apolo-" He stops as he notices your jaw tighten with annoyance, taking your hand in his before drinking the blood you've given him. The blood is old, aged like a wine, powerful and strong, and it feels so good. You've always tasted so well to him, but this is different; he's been literally starving himself so you taste even more decadent. He groans with pleasure as he tastes it but stiffens and wants to curse himself again just for even remotely feeling good, but his self-pity is interrupted by your hand in his curls, gently massaging his neck.

"Buvez, remplissez-vous. (Drink, take your fill.) Please." You ask him with almost a begging in your voice, and that's when it hits him like a shotgun blast to the chest: you've always cared for him, you chest up on even without being prompted and without always needing something.

His senses come back even as he drinks; he can taste the worry in your blood even as he looks up at your expression to confirm it as you gently run your fingers through his dark hair, partially to calm him but to calm yourself as well.

"Anyways, I heard about the book and came here. I read it on the flight over; your fledgling is a good writer even if he is a major asshole...Keep drinking." Your eyes flit from his face to around the area, listening for anyone around the area, checking the time on your phone briefly before picking him up before he can react and running him home as the sun rises, only barely beating it home. "We can share my coffin if you'd like, as we used to."

"Yes, I would enjoy that very much." He states as he removes his fangs from your wrist, feeling a much better than he would have if he would've drained a human with such new blood. He's high on it, due to the starvation, the warmth, and the taste of it all; it feels like he's floating.

Carefully stripping out of his coat and his shirt, he slides into the black coffin lined with soft purple fabric, which makes his eyes pop even more as he watches you undress. Armand holds out a hand to help you into the coffin, his eyes tracking your nearly naked body, the soft black lace that cups your breasts, then the silky fabric around your hips.

"Quit being a perv." You smile and gently shove his head jokingly; you don't care if he looks. Grabbing his hand, you enter the coffin, laying with him like you had done many, many times in the past, just happy to be there for him. He closes the lid softly, wrapping his free arm around you, resting it on your hip, letting you listen to his heart and for once since he lost Louis...he feels loved.

       He stepped out into the cold night air, his feet following his ears as he heard you, a vampire he'd never met before, thinking so loudly, either very poor at protecting her thoughts or maybe she just didn't care. "But what vampire didn't mind having someone pry into their every thought?" Making his way through the Parisian buildings, he stops when he sees her standing infront of the river with her elbows propped against the railing, just enjoying her night, it would seem.

       "You should work harder to shield your thoughts, Little One." Armand states with a certainty in every word, like he's got it all figured out.

        "Who said I wanted you out of my head?" You ask, but don't turn around as you watch the lights dance in the reflections of the Seine River below before leaning back while holding onto the railing to look up at the stars.

        "You say that now, but how do you know you won't change your mind? How do you know you won't beg me to leave?" He quietly approaches behind you as you stand back up again, watching the river as a late night ferry moves down it. Armand somehow feels drawn to your presence, your aura.

         "I usually speak whatever I think, so why waste energy and effort on blocking my thoughts? As for changing my mind, I don't know, but I'd rather be myself than constantly hiding everything about me like I did when I was human." Turning around to face him, just the mere sight of him makes your heart skip a little: those golden eyes, those curls, his beautiful skin. But your heart isn't the only one skipping as he sees your white eyes, the pigment having been stripped from the colored portion of your irises when you were bestowed the Dark Gift.

        "I've never seen such beauty." He thinks as he looks over you as a whole, his heart fluttering a bit like a butterfly.

        "Thank you." You tell him without moving your mouth, only speaking through thoughts. He thought he'd blocked his thoughts from everyone, so how did you get through? You smile as you begin to explain, "Since I'm not focused on blocking my own thoughts, it allows me to see into others' thoughts because when you all try and read my mind, it lowers your guard just a sliver and allows me access, Andrei."

         "You- DO NOT SPEAK THAT NAME." His eyes turned cold as he moved to you with lightning speed, as he grabs your throat.

         "Maître, Armand, Amadeo, Arun...Andrei..." You smile as he chokes you a little more, your hand finding his face gentle like a feather. "You have so many names, so many yous, so fractured...so lost. You should know you never have to hide with me; I'll shield what I know from your little puppets at the theatre. Don't worry, I swear."

         "You best, if you know what is good for you." He speaks the way he normally does, in a way to keep anyone from questioning him, but even so voice quivers a little in a way it hasn't for ages; he's suddenly that scared boy again, getting purchased like a farm animal. His sharp nails digging deep into your throat, causing warm hot blood to trickle down your throat and between your breasts.

         "You aren't lost anymore. Not alone...I might not have been there, but I understand." You lower the walls that lock the very few memories you keep hidden, but just to him, allowing him to see how your father sold you for a cow to feed the family, "a sacrifice" as he had called it, to keep the rest of the family "safe" even in reality, he owed money he didn't have. Flashes of different types of abuse, screaming, begging, and bleeding are shown to him. Armand loosens his grip around your throat, seeing you now, not as a stranger who somehow knew his past. "You were a child; it's time you stop blaming yourself, Sweet Man."

         A few bloodied tears fall down his cheeks, debating if he should kill you for knowing this, debating if this is truly a weakness, but he sees the look in your white eyes, the compassion, trust, and the way your eyes reflect onto his in infinitum like two mirrors placed face to face.

        "I should have run, I should have left."

        "You would have died, just as I would have if I left my master, our veins cut, hung by our feet to drain out like a pig." Your thumb gently wiping the tears from his cheeks carefully as if removing morning dew from a petal before you wrap your arms around him with a hug. "You don't have to hide with me, ever. I know your pain."

        Thankfully, the both of you spoke within eachothers minds, due to those of the theatre being nosy little brats. The only thing they heard was your hearts beating so close at the same tempo.

        "Maître, please look my way. Maître, listen to this song. Maitre, oh how I love you so...let me wash your feet, let me lie on the floor so you can walk over me to not get your shoes wet." You smiled as you poke fun at them in the theatre, exaggerating a little as you lit a cigarette for him sfter ending the hug. His face stiffens a little briefly, thinking you're making fun of him, but as you speak again, he realizes you aren't as you softly beg him. "Maître, let me breathe the same air you do."

        You ask him with a soft hand on his cheek again before bringing your lips to his to breathe in the drag he just sucked in, his golden eyes fascinated with your lips. Something about you- the soft playfulness, the honesty- it makes him so attracted to you and part envious to be truly who you are.

         "You have shadows." Your voice again beams into his head, clear as if you spoke it with your own lips. His eyes flicker up to where he can see at least three shadows, those from the theatre now disappeared as to not get caught. "Skiddish little things aren't they?" You ask out loud now.

        Suddenly his hand grips your waist carefully but firmly, making sure not to drop his cigarette and not to burn you; the other finds the back of your scalp, carefully tugging on your hair as he kisses you with something that the word need doesn't even begin to describe. A small sound leaves your lips between a gasp and a squeal, a smile filling your cheeks as he does so. Touching him felt less like playing with fire, more like dancing in it, dangerous and thrilling.

      "Get out of here, there is no place for you here." He says with a poisonbto it, loud enough the other vampires can hear his voice but not his actions, obvious to yoy he slips a card into your jacket pocket before disappearing like a breath in the winter. Your confusion was short as you looked at the card, his apartment number written on in red ink; that wouldn't be the last you'd see of eachother.

"A woman's a woman, Robb. I highly doubt it would be much different than fucking Ros." Theon sat back as he got his hair trimmed and his face shaved; he clearly cares about Ros much more than he'll admit, due to her nature and his pride as a Greyjoy.

"I doubt it, every woman is different. They aren't all equally the same." Jon was thinking about a pretty woman he saw at the shops today, her eyes a forest green, and the way her hair was tied up with a beautiful crocheted hairscarf.

"Aye, I agree with Jon. They aren't all the same. Plus, a princess would be much more well refined than the brothel's ladies and so much more of a challenge." Robb takes a bite of an apple, nudging Jon with his foot as Jon daydreams of the woman he met at the market earlier.

Jon lost his footing and fell straight on his ass, causing both Theon and Robb to chuckle and laugh at him. Jon attempts to get up and chase his older half brother. "You're up next, Jon. Shave him up real good, he's never met a woman he loved more than his own hair." Robb jests with a smirk, always down to treat Jon like he's full blooded family.

Jon sat down in the chair, even if he wished deeply that this was something he didn't have to do, the three of them are so proud of their facial hair finally looking like the proper men do and, their mother already wants them to shave it.

"I bet a princess would fuck loud but come quick, you know? They aren't supposed to have any men before their prince as to not cause 'shame' or whatever they call it. So they'd be loud for sure." Theon states as he rolls his eyes still so stuck on the idea of Ros, the way it takes much more time with her but also technically the three of them shouldn't bed any woman either according to that same rule of shame.

"That Lannister princess, I've heard about her they say she's more beautiful than the Tyrell women. She's shy when she first meets ya but apparentally for the right people she opens up quick." Robb can almost picture her in his head in a beautiful dress he'd almost for sure love to tear off her, half is body listening to his cock, half of it listening to his brain. His father would be so disappointed if he found out what he was thinking about the princess.

"I heard she carries her bow at the table, The Queen hates it but I'm heard it makes the King rather proud of her." Jon stands wiping his face with a rag, clean shaven much to his annoyance.

"I bet you can't even get her alone, Robb." Theon adds with a cocky grin moving around to grab his things so they can go get changed before the Lannisters arrive.

"I bet I can do more than that, Theon." Robb fixes his hair in the small cracked mirror hanging up in the room, rather confident he can get the King's oldest into his bed with little to no effort.

"Want to bet on it?" Theon spits into his palm and holds it out for Robb to do the same, making a pact between them and he does, the bet is on.

A few days pass and Robb's tried so very hard to get you alone but it's like pulling teeth, he almost acheived it once but you were soon pulled back by Cersei. Oh, Cersei. She's easily pissed him off the way she's been blatantly disrespectful to you, dragging you around like a doll.

"You know if you stare any harder you juat might catch the Queen on fire." Jon nudges Robb's arm with a soft smile. "I really hope this isn't just a game to you, Robb. Tyrion told me the princess has been burned quite a few times by men who lead her on."

"A bet is a bet, Jon but I will say I do find myself even more fascinated by her as I spend more time with her. You know she can split an arrow with another arrow? I know men that can't even begin to think of trying such a thing." Robb watches the room as you speak to your father, your mother Cersei doting over your annoying brother Joffrey as Sansa makes heart eyes at the annoying little prick. Robb would love to punt the self conceited fucker, punch those pearly teeth right out of his stupid mouth. Joffrey has beeb talking over you and disrespecting you this entire time, almost as annoying as your mother.

"Enough everyone-" Robert huffing as no one in the hall listens to him because everyone is talking so loud. "I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE. SO SHUT YER TRAPS OR LOSE YOUR TONGUES." Everyone quiets immediately realizing their king is now talking, a bit more than embarressed they didn't hear him the first time.

"After some very careful consideration between Lord Stark and myself, alone without the pestering of others." Robert glances Cersei's way a bit, he's never loved her not the way he loved Ned's sister, Lyanna. "These matters have been already settled so don't go bitching about it once we tell ya, it's final..."

Robb glances at you "occcasionally" as the King gives his speech only coming back to his senses as he hears his name. "Robb is to be the new king, he will marry my oldest daughter. Ned and I have talked it over and we both agree it would best considering Lyanna and I were to marry, We've decided that we will strengthen our houses as was meant to be many many years ago. I know normally it would be my firstborn son but in this case I've decided otherwise."

"You can't possibly be serious!" Cersei stands up with annoyance and anger, her son was supposed to be the one to rule. This is bullshit in her eyes.

"Enough, it's final and if anything is to happen to either Robb, Ned or our daughter, I've already arranged the gallows for you woman. I know what you've done, Ned was more than willing to enlighten me."

"Father, I- Are you both for certain?" Robb asks with pure astonishment and confusion in his tone. The energy in the room is so tense and heavy, no one but a Targaryen has had a woman in their next of line and even that was overturned but there the paperwork sits with an offical seal and everyones proper signatures.

"Yes, we are both certain. You both will marry, soon."

"I guess you're gonna win our bet Robb." Theon smirks smiling at the look on Robb's face as the Lannister's look around like someone shot their dog.

"Father! This is preposterous! Giving my crown away to a Stark?! I am your rightftul heir!" Joffery screaming on the top of his lungs, Cersei clamping her hand down over his mouth knowing that Robert truly knows that you are the only rightful Baratheon and if things go any futher south she will be charged with treason and her head will be in a basket before the next full moon. Jamie, Tyrion, Tywin and Cersei as well as Myrcella, Tommen and Joffrey all quicky made their way back to Casterly Rock like roaches.

Of course Robb's just as nervous as you are now with your hands in his to be wed tonight under the Godswood, only a fee days after the announcement. He looks so handsome in his fur cloak as snow gently falls into his dark curls, a few of the flurries catching your eyelashes as your father, the King, Robert marries you both, his voice just a sound in the background as you both look into eachothers eyes. His expression mirrors yours, suprise, worry, happiness, anxiety, so many emotions the both of you now bare together

The night is upbeat and happy, The North is so excited to finally have the crown everyones dancing, singing and emptying just about every stache of ale.

"Aye, now you can fuck her all you like, consumate the marriage and all." Theon wags his eyebrows Robbs way but only recieves a scowl as a response. Robb's been so gentle with you, he asks permission for any bit of touching or kissing he does, this is no longer about some bet. You're his bride, his wife and he's not going to treat you like some object or toy for him to fuck. He is to be the King and he should lead by example, treating his wife the way all men should regardless if she is a Queen or not.

"Come. Let's go somewhere a bit more quiet where it's just the two of us. Would you like to go to my room where it's warm or somewhere more open?" Robb asks with a soft hand on your back, you look so breathtaking in the gown that had been so swiftly but carefully made for you.

"Your room, please. It's far too loud and cold out here for me right now. I'm a bit more overwhelmed than I'd like." Speaking up for yourself a bit more now that you're alone, walking with him carefully on the ice that covers a few patches of the halls.

He guides you into his room, the room lit with a fire, roses on the bed that the handmaidens left there unprompted on his fur bedding which causes his heart to jump. He knows everyone here in the North is proud of him but would you think he was being forward? How does he explain he didn't ask them to do that?

"Will you help me undress? This dress is rather uncomfortable, it's beautiful of course but I'd much rather be in something a bit less constricting." You ask him so softly and so kindly which causes his brain to lag but he quickly does as you need, removing the white fox shawl you'd been given, untying the dress that unfortunately ended up just a bit too small for you.

His hands brush against your skin soft and careful as if touching the wings of a butterfly, slowly you turn around and kissed him as the dress pooled onto the floor and your hands found his face.

Suddenly, the room felt so much warmer with you hands on his cheeks and the blush on his face. It takes him a few seconds for his brain to catch up but he does respond, gently pulling your practically naked body to his as your lips locked with his once again.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wan-" He gets cut off by yet another kiss and your hands moving under his arms behind his back to untie the ties of his cloak which in turn joins the dress and shawl on the floor.

"I want to, it's good to get to know eachother. Get the awkwardness out of the way, don't you think?" You ask as you untie his shirt, feeling less shy since you both have had to face the suprising and awkward nature of this all together. You easily give him the chance to stop but he doesn't he puts his arms off for you to pull it off. His hands find your hips turning around towards the bed, gently guiding you onto it.

"Yes, Yes. I do." He climbs ontop of yo,u sliding himself between your legs, still in his trousers and his boots. Robb's hand reaches down to your calf pulling it up, breaking the kiss to undo your shoes fo,r your comfort smirking as you try to pull his face back to yours, which causes a chuckle to leave his lips at your impatience.

"Will you let me do this right? I'm trying to do this properly." He smiles and looks up at you with his crystal blue eyes in the candlelit room. You blush at being called out and allow him to take your shoes off, massaging his scalp with yout own hands as he does so.

He quickly rids himself of his pants and boots, gently kissing you again, but this time on your breasts. Robb kisses each of them softly before slowly circling your nipple with his tongue. "You put the stars to shame." He whispers gently, tugging on one of them while he massages the other, earning a soft moan for your pretty lips.

"Robb, please." Already impatient due to being a virgin and having hyped yourself up all night mentally about this, but also staring at his hands all evening.

"You don't have to beg, I will fuck you. I just want to do this slow and proper as a husband should, I know this marriage is arranged, and we barely know one another, but that doesn't mean we can't be good to eachother and I really, really wanna be good to you." He says as he kisses down your belly, his hands moving to massage your thighs as he savors every bit of your skin, every little sigh and whimper you let out.

His lips lovingly move lower before his tongue starts to dance carefully on your clit, causing yet another gasp, making him smirk against you. "You're so vocal, it's rather adorable."

Robb's hands move your thighs apart, still gently moving his hands up and down them. His thumb gently caresses your wet slit as his tongue already doing wonders for you, making you buck your hips against his mouth, his ego growing just as much as his cock is.

"Gods, you're so gorgeous and so needy. But just be patient, Beauty." He chuckles slightly as he speaks against your clit, causing your skin to vibrate, his middle and ring finger quickly finding their way into your walls, causing you to have to fight the need to rock your hips into his hand as he pumps his fingers inside of you, his tongue still working your clit. Biting your lip as he works so well to pleasure you.

Each moan, gasp, and noise of pleasure that leaves your lips made him even more set on pleasing you. Whispering soft praises into your skin, "Oh, Such a good girl." "You like that?" "My beautiful Queen." "You don't have to be quiet, it's just us."

Even as you climax onto his fingers, he doesn't stop, even though he's grinding into the bed for some sort of friction for himself. He wants to help guide you through this experience so everything flows smoothly from one yo the next.

"You ready, Sweet Girl? Yeah? Okay." He's so attentive and gentle as he guides you through it all, carefully climbing back up you to give you those languid kisses you were enjoying earlier as he guides himself into you, letting you moan into his mouth which only causes his smile to widen.

"I told you didn't have to beg. You never have to beg, Sweet Woman. Got it?" He whispers quietly into your ear as he rocks his hips, guiding one of your legs up over his hip so he can reach just the right spot inside you. He doesn't slow or speed up, go harder or softer unless you ask, making sure to listen to every sound you make to see what's making you closer and what isn't.

"Lemme just..." He reaches down when he knows you're close and rubs your clit softly but with an even pressure, kissing you again, quickly learning how much you adore kisses. "Good girl, just...Yeah, just let go. You don't have to hold out for me, I'm right here with you." He feels your walls clench around him, groaning into your ear as your back arches and you come undone around him, causing him to do the same.

"You're so good for me. My beautiful, beautiful wife." He kisses your throat softly, letting you both come down from the high when it all hits him even more now...You're his wife, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and you're his. He slowly pulls out and goes to get up to grab something to clean both you and himself up, but you gently pull him back to you, not wanting to end this so quickly. Robb presses his chest to your back and pulls the fur blanket over you both, kissing your temple.

"Gods, am I dreaming?" He whispers into your hair softly as he rubs your hip. "I've had thoughts and ideas about you even before I knew you and none of them even remotely came close to what that just felt like."

"If you are dreaming then I am too." You lace your fingers with his and pull his arm around you up to your chest, pressing your chest to his back with a smile on your face. You're glad the awkward stage is over and now you can just relax together as one, the soon to be King and Queen as soon as you both get to King's Landing.

"Because you aren't listening to me! You think it's easy for me to do my job and save people in the city and listen to you constantly nag me all the time!?" Clark has been super busy and initally you just ignored it because why you complain when he's got so much on his plate but this was your anniversary he missed, he even missed Ma's birthday which is unheard of. He's also been slamming things around, screaming and shouting the way he'd never act.

"Clark, I'm not trying to nag you. Everyone's just really worried cause you're throwing yourself into all this and you're not yourself, Darling." You spoke softly and carefully especially since Clark is yelling, how he's doing it like it's second nature to him and the only reason you've brought it up us because Ma and Pa both asked you kindly to make sure Clark is doing alright.

"Well, I'm doing just fine. If I could get you, Ma, Pa and Perry off my back I'd be doing a lot better! I've got you on me about birthdays and anniversaries that I don't have time for all that when I need to figure out what Lex is planning!"

"He's in prison and he's constantly under survelliance, My Love. He's not planning anything, you're picking at nothing." Trying very carefully trying to calm him as his eyes turned bright red practically steaming but you're shaking cause there's nothing you can do if Clark decided to hurt you but he's acting nothing like himself.

"I said 'I'm fine!'" He grabbed you by your throat, squeezing which caused you to panic grabbing at your throat and hands causing the tiny red pendant on your necklace to fall off and within an instant his face softened and he began panicking.

"Darling?! Sweetheart?! Are you alright?! I-" He backed up like he'd been holding something scalding, worried he'd badly hurt you, the one person he loves more than anything.

"I- I'm okay. I'm okay..." Your body shaking as tears fall down your cheeks, kneeling on the floor.

"I- Where did you get that?" Clark asks as he backs up seeing the red pendant on the floor recognizing it as Red Kryptonite, he'd only ran into it once before and its extremely rare so why did you have it?

"You sent it with the flowers."

"Flowers? What flowers? I didn't get you flowers this month cause they were all booked up cause of the big event the mayor had. It booked up and sold out the all the florists around here and they've been closed to try to recover from it all."

"Oh, I- I must've misunderstood. I'm so sorry, Clark. I had no idea, I've never seen in it person."

"No, don't be. You had no clue, I was gonna run a paper about the flowers but Perry shot me down. Just find something to put it in and keep it away from me. I'll um- I'll get you some ice for your throat, Honey. Gosh, I am so sorry."

"Yeah, no problem. It wasn't your fault, Clark. It's- It's lead right? Lead stops it? I think I have an old jewlery box of my grandma's that had some lead."

"That's perfect." Clark speaks softlty as he comes back with the ice pack, he moves slow and careful making sure to be gently with the bruise now forming on your throat. "Are you sure you're alright? I- I didn't hurt you?"

"Just scared me a little, it's not your fault. It's okay." Your hands find his stubbly cheeks before rubbing your cheek on his then your nose on his like a cat to try to lift his spirits. It's not his fault and you know that, the first time he was in contact with it he wouldn't come around you until a week after cause he was afraid of hurting you in any way.

"Today's the first?" He asked with frustration and confusion as his eyes got a glance of the clock. "God darn it, I missed out anniversary and Ma's birthday over a little rock. I'm so sorry, Beauty. Forgive me." His blue eyes still an ocean of worry and anxiety afraid of losing you.

"There's nothing to forgive." You whisper softly against his skin as you run your fingers through his soft curls. "But you might wanna call Ma, her and pa are worried about you."

"I will once I get a few minutes to calm down and once I know you're okay." He gently pulls you closer, rubbing your hips to calm both you and himself hiding his face in your neck hoping to be able to forgive himself the way you have forgiven him.