#mage!reader

You’ve always felt more at home among commoners than the noblewomen, whose greatest worries revolve around whether they’ve underdressed for an event. So, whenever an opportunity arises to slip beyond the castle walls, you take it—venturing into the village to offer herbal remedies and practice magic-infused medicine for those who plead for your aid time and time again.

It’s not as if King Simon has ever forced you to stay by his side. More than once, he’s told you that you’re free to leave whenever you wish. But every time you so much as mentioned retiring to a quiet little cabin by the borders, he's given you that look—the one that says, You can’t really leave me. I need you.

"You're terribly quiet," Simon's voice pulled at your thoughts as he leaned closer.

You shot him a look before turning your attention back to the old nobleman droning on across the table. For what felt like the fifth time this week—though the week had only just begun—he was rambling about the situation down by the coast.

"He should worry about his wife sleeping with their servant, not about something you've already gotten under control, my king."

Simon let out a quiet laugh. He’d always loved how there was no filter between your thoughts and your tongue—whatever crossed your mind inevitably spilled out.

"You've seen the future of his marriage?"

You shook your head slightly, gaze shifting to the side. Staring was impolite, you reminded yourself.

"Saw his wife sneaking away with the servant boy at the last gathering."

Simon huffed out another quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "You do have a habit of noticing things you shouldn't."

You merely hummed in response, fingers idly tracing the rim of your goblet as the nobleman droned on, still oblivious to the fact that neither of you were truly listening.

"Should I tell him?" Simon kept his voice low "Or let him waste his breath on a matter that’s already resolved?"

"Depends. Do you want to be entertained, or do you want to be merciful?"

Simon glanced at the old man, who was still gesturing wildly, lost in his own speech. "Mercy isn't my strongest trait," he admitted.

"Neither is patience," you murmured.

His gaze flicked to you "And yet, I’ve had plenty when it comes to you."

The nobleman's voice droned on, and you felt Simon watching you. It was moments like these—where duty and formality blurred at the edges—that reminded you why you'd stayed by his side for so long. He didn’t treat you like the others did, with fear and suspicion. He listened, laughed, and—despite never saying it outright—he relied on you.

"You're patient with me, because I am quite useful." You shrugged, eyes darting to Simon "And we're friends."

Simon scoffed quietly, shaking his head "Drink your wine, little witch. We've got a long night ahead of us."

You tilted your head back against the chair’s backrest, letting your eyes slip shut. This was the part you hated most—sitting through these mind-numbing meetings. Even without your visions, they all blurred together, the same discussions looping over and over.

Simon knew how much you despised them. Hell, he hated them just as much. But he refused to suffer through them alone, so he made sure to drag you down with him every single time.

The noble's voice, along with the occasional uninterested hums from Simon, faded into the background as your mind drifted elsewhere.

The thing about your visions was that you had no control over them. You couldn’t summon them at will, and you couldn’t make them leave you alone. Some came like fleeting whispers, indistinct and blurry. Others were sharp—too vivid, too real. But one thing was certain. They were never wrong.

This time, it came quickly. Whispers swirled around you, a flickering image of a new threat looming over Simon’s life. The voices were frantic, the words blurred together—only the sharp sting of panic cutting through. Someone was screaming, but you couldn’t tell who.

A cold ache spread through your chest, a familiar weight pressing down, and then there were warm palms on your waist, grounding you.

A figure moved in the shadows, their silhouette ominous, shifting like a predator. You couldn’t see their face, but you could feel them, the weight of their presence, the sense that something was coming.

The scream—the one that had echoed so faintly—became clearer. It wasn’t just anyone. It was the King. Simon’s voice, raw and filled with pain, was unmistakable.

Your hands were hot. And wet. Blood. The blood was on your hands.

You snapped back into the room, gasping for breath, heart pounding. Your hands shot out, instinctively reaching for Simon, your fingers brushing against his sleeve.

“Did you…?” Simon straightened up, his full attention now on you.

You couldn’t find the words, so you just shook your head. Without a second thought, you pushed yourself out of your seat. Your hands curled into the fabric of your skirt, fingers gripping it tightly as you moved quickly toward the door, the sound of your hurried steps echoing in the room.

The hallway was quieter, and it gave you a moment to breathe, but the unease churned in your gut. Your palms were still warm from the vision. You rubbed them against your skirt, as if trying to erase the lingering sensation, but it didn’t help.

The sound of your own footsteps grew louder, mirroring the frantic beat of your heart. You barely registered the soft hum of the lights overhead or the distant conversations behind you. All you could think of was that scream—the rawness of it, and how much it had felt like it came from Simon.

Your hand pressed against the wall as you slowed, trying to collect yourself, trying to make sense of what had just happened. But there was no clarity, just confusion.

"Hey," Simon’s voice broke through the fog of your thoughts. You didn’t turn around.

He was right behind you, his steps purposeful, but not chasing. He was giving you space, letting you come to him on your own terms, but you knew he wouldn’t let you run for long.

“Talk to me,” he said.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before you turned to face him. "Just one of those... vivid visions."

Simon gave a slow nod "Do you need to lie down?"

Your hand tightened it's grip on your skirt "Yeah... I'll find you once I've collected myself. You go back to your duties, my King."

His gaze roamed over you, a moment of hesitation on his part, before he returned to the meeting.

His touch was warm, almost burning. You could feel your breath catching, bodies moving in sync.

"God, you're so beautiful." He whispered into your ear, arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer, his breath hot against your parted lips. "I love you, my lady."

Fingertips traced the curve of your spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You shivered, tilting your chin up, inviting him closer, needing more. His nose brushed against yours, foreheads resting together.

"Say it again," you breathed, hands threading into his hair, anchoring yourself to him.

Simon's lips found yours in response, slow and lingering, a promise sealed between shared breaths. "I love you," he vowed, voice breaking ever so slightly, as if the words had been carved from his very soul. "I always will."

You jolted awake, a sharp breath tearing from your lips as you pushed tangled strands of hair from your face. The remnants of his touch still lingered—phantom kisses against your skin, the steady echo of his heartbeat against your own. But it wasn’t a vision. It couldn’t be. You’d seen the same thing night after night, the scenes playing on an endless loop, like a cruel trick of the mind. And now, with the whispers growing louder in the castle halls, you wondered if the nobles were right. Perhaps you were losing your mind.

Without bothering to dress properly, you slipped out of your chambers and made your way beyond the castle walls. The cool night air wrapped around you as you hurried toward the lake house just outside the village, where the only person who could understand you awaited.

You didn’t have to knock. The elderly woman sat on the porch, hands clasped in her lap, her sharp gaze already fixed on you as if she had known you were coming.

“I made tea,” Kate said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “It will ease your mind, my dear.”

You stopped a few feet away, your arms wrapping around yourself as you struggled to steady your breath. “I think I’m losing my mind.” Your voice wavered.

Kate had been your advisor for as long as you could remember. She had practically raised you, guiding you through the burdens of your gift—the same gift she possessed yet never used to rise in rank or secure a more comfortable life.

“The visions I’ve been seeing…” You swallowed, forcing the words out in a single breath. “They feel more like—”

“Memories,” Kate finished for you.

You nodded, dread settling deep in your chest. “But that’s not possible. They can’t be my memories. How could I forget something like—” You cut yourself off, rubbing your hands over your face as panic threatened to overtake you.

Kate lifted her tea, blowing gently over the steaming surface before taking a slow sip. Then, she met your eyes with a knowing look.

“Sit down, Y/N,” she said softly. “I saw this day coming. And I have been waiting for it.”

"You had a vision?" You were rooted in the spot, not moving an inch.

"Didn't need a vision to know that memories will come back. I warned you about that, but you didn't listen. Same as I've said time and time again, you cannot change the future, the visions are as they come and they're bound to happen, even if you try to delay them, sweet girl."

Your eyebrows furrowed but before you could get a word in Kate continued.

"If you're remembering, the King will soon too." She hummed, fingers curling around her tea mug. A knowing look flickered in her aged eyes. "Do you remember how you became King Simon's advisor?"

You exhaled, trying to steady yourself. "Yes.. you guided me to him when I had the vision about commotion at the border just after he took the throne."

"But that wasn't the first time you've met him, Y/N. You had known him for years before that."

Your stomach twisted, confusion settling deep in your bones. That couldn’t be true. Kate must’ve been mistaken, her age catching up to her. You would remember something like that, wouldn’t you?

"And the King, before he was who he is now, spent many quiet summer nights here."

Your frown deepened. The lake house had always been your safe haven, untouched by the weight of courtly life. If Simon had ever been here, you would remember. You should remember.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Blank.

Your mind was blank.

No visions. No flickers of familiarity. Just empty space where a lifetime of memories should have been.

"It's gonna come back," Kate hummed and you could feel her gaze on you as you tried to make sense of her words.

You shook your head "How... how is it possible?"

Kate sighed, taking a slow sip of her tea before setting the mug down with careful precision. "I remember that night like it was yesterday. You came to me crying, begging me to tell you how to change the future. You were desperate." Her eyes darkened, her voice softening with something like regret. "But when I told you, again and again, that the future cannot be changed, you left. And when you returned, it was as if a part of your life had been erased.”

Her gaze pinned you in place. “The part that was Simon.”

You took a step closer. "Tell me everything."

Kate exhaled, the weight of years pressing into her shoulders as she gestured to the chair across from her. "Sit down, Y/N."

You hesitated, every instinct screaming at you to run—to demand answers from someone else, anyone else. But you knew Kate wouldn’t lie to you. She never had. So, with a deep breath, you lowered yourself onto the wooden chair, hands gripping the edge of your cloak.

"Before he ever sat on that throne, before the crown ever weighed on his head, before the war—he was yours. And you were his."

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

Kate sighed, her gaze drifting toward the horizon. "You saw something in a vision—something terrible. And when you realized you couldn’t stop it, you did the only thing you could."

She looked at you again, her eyes filled with something that looked an awful lot like pity.

"You erased him from your heart."

when he first laid his eyes on you, he thought you were the most loveliest being he has ever seen

he kept his eyes on you so intensely that he never looked at anyone inside that room besides you

his eyes tell a dangerous story, so you look away trying to focus on the words of your master introducing you and a few other mages to serve the empire

the emperor immediately approves and makes a request for his servants to escort all of you to your rooms

a week in the palace, the emperor always took time to visit the mages' chamber to check the latest updates on everyone's work but actually he's there just for you

he's always behind you, following almost breathing down your neck

he keeps asking so many questions you try to keep up with him as he is the emperor

everyday, despite his duties he always manages to find time to see you even during your times of relaxation

he's very possessive and obsessive, he found out your schedule through his spies and every person you interact with your daily life

if someone ever gave a hint of interest with you small or big, it doesn't matter because that person will be declared dead the next day

it worries you what has been happening around you, you later confided with the emperor who has now become a sort of companion to you despite his presence by your side making you isolate yourself from everyone else

his eyes had a glint but his words were full of reassurance that no harm will ever come in your way, just continue being his little mage and he will secure you for life

you did as you were told so, you were often called to be by his side to the point you couldn't even work properly due to the amount of time spent with him

he loves to see you perform your magic infront of him, always watching with a fascinated grin

he indulges you and your fixation towards your experiments and he always gave you the latest gadgets and things that would help you improve

he also moved your chambers right next to his without your permission, despite your protests he says it's for your safety and so you will no longer walk far from his own

he makes it very clear for everyone that you are untouchable

as your relationship progresses his actions became a little more... Intimate

you found his hand lingering with whatever skin he could find or brush his hands on it

he also has a thing with pressing your back to his chest

you would not resist fearing for his anger when he gets too close for your comfort then he breathes you in like a drug

he took a liking to showing you as you were his spouse by making you stand beside him at balls earning the stink eyes of the nobles and whispers

it would definitely reach to him and immediately that person is either dead or fallen from nobility

one of the mages bitterly expressed the obvious favoritism towards you and the next day they were found dead

you grew cold when you found out, it's no denying who's the cause behind the deaths that has been circulating

however you are not a fool and you kept your mouth shut despite the urgency to run away because you no longer felt safe

the emperor could sense your anxiety and he knew it's only a matter of time he has to make extreme actions to keep you by his side

despite your magic he is still smarter than you

you thoroughly made a plan on how to escape the capital and yet to no avail you found yourself cornered by his men

you used your magic against all of them defeating some but they did not relent and still decided to pursue you

you felt something hit you and you fell unconscious

when you wake up, you are in a extremely dark place only wearing a thin robe with shackles around your wrists and ankles making you immobilized

your struggle echos and soon the door opens with the emperor coming in with a dim expression on his face he sits infront of you and tries to brush your face but you turn away

you beg him to let you go and stop the madness but your begging only spurned him on

"you think you could run away from me my love? I am not the emperor for nothing dear. you should never underestimate me. ever. again." he says with a growl his expression almost looks manic

it scares you what he has turned into

he gets on top of you and you try to kick him away

"tsk tsk, stop being defiant now obey your emperor and submit. I will guarantee you everything you want if you obey me."

he places his hand around your throat to stop the flow of oxygen and slowly your movement ceased then he let go

he gets closer to your face and licks the tears streaming down your eyes, his hands untying the thin robe covering your body

your nakedness makes your vulnerability even worse as your stomach fills with dread with what is about to come

his hands rub and grope your skin making you nauseous with his actions

he breathes raggedly almost salivating at the thought of consuming you whole

you cry out more

"If you don't stop from being naughty, I guess I have to go with the rough way."

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"Hurry!" The snow pelted against your skin, your breath short as you held his hand, speaking a language you knew he didn't understand, you needed to speak to him anyway. A reminder to him that you were still there, and that there was still an urgency to the situation.

The mountain wouldn't let you die, not without consequence or mourning at least, but the same could not be said for him. His cold, skeletal hands in your mitted ones. His red scarf could only warm his body so much - worn sweater even less so. If he was swept away by this blizzard you had caused, then you would likely be unable to claw him out unless your guardian helped you, or until the snow melted in the spring. Neither was a great option.

Your guardian had already expressed his dislike for the creature you clung to so dearly. It was like marrying off one's child. He was reluctant to let you go, least of all with someone who stunk of death and tragedy so much.

His steps were stiff and dragging through the snow as you panted, trying with all your might to get him to safety. Your fingers were already freezing. Even with the protection of nature's magic, your body's template was that of a human. Even with the modifications that nature's magic provided you, you wouldn't be able to survive this blizzard without repercussions. Missing toes and fingers - a frozen nose, maybe even. They may grow back, or heal, but it would still be an inconvenience and a lesson to learn about controlling your emotions.

You had been blinded by rage when you saw the way the villagers had surrounded your soulmate, and you opened your mouth to command the mountain before you even realized how sharp your tongue was singing your wild language. Venting to the mountain about their audacity to point weapons at your love.

It caused a storm you could not protect yourselves from.

"Sans." You turned around to whisper his name, pulling him close to your body - closer than he had ever been able to get before, as you pressed him to your chest to warm him. "Stay with me." You knew he wouldn't understand you, but you hoped that something would translate between your souls. "Don't leave me."

And you folded into the snow, hoping that if you kept him close enough to you, wrapping your limbs around him, that nature would spare him. If not for his sake, then for yours, as it's mage. Spare him.

"i won't..." His words, whispered soft and barely audible against the sounds of heavy snowfall and howling wind, were the last thing you heard before you shut your eyes tight behind your blindfold.

You can taste them on his skin. They were his brides, as the community dubbed them, they had a right to have him first, one at a time so the other would be with someone else while one was resting.

Alfie’s gaze was holding yours captive while he was pounding into Ivy from behind. She was moaning loudly as she moved back against him, impaling herself on his cock again and again until her trembling arms gave out and she collapsed ahead, ass still high up in the air while Aflie kept going.

You couldn’t look away from him, not even when Jasmine inserted another finger into your tight heat to prepare you for your Sage. 

That was his name within the circles where your true names couldn’t be said out loud. Because names had power. Most of the coven was re-named after flowers, some after gemstones and others chose their names despite the signs they got from the readings.

One of those people was none other than Marigold, the ‘bride’ who thought Alfie’s affinity for gold would make him more affectionate with her like that. When she finally realised that she could never get all his attention she left the coven with a dramatic scene but not before she summoned a demon’s power and unleashed a forbidden spell on the man she was supposed to be in love with. 

Unfortunately, you were there with them when it happened so you were stuck under the power of the spell. Which, after a while, started to take shape. It was like a bubble of dark energy around you and if you didn’t break through, you would all die here. 

Breaking something this powerful would require a lot of energy. Sex creates energy. So here you are, constantly fucking your coven leader as the coupling of a man and woman could create more than simple orgasms on your own and more than sex between same-gendered couples.

Watching them with Alfie made you discover just how jealous you were all this time. As much as you could think clearly under the current circumstances, you were trying to figure out your feelings, trying to remember all your reasons for refusing similar activities. 

Anticipation replaced any other emotion or thought as you could tell they were close. Not a minute later Alfie came with a loud curse, Ivy’s orgasm triggering his own. He let go of her and laid back to rest a little.

Meanwhile, Jasmine was increasing the pace of her fingers, finding the spot inside you that made you cry out while she sucked on your clit and played with your breasts with her free hand. 

Her fingers moved in and out of you at a rapid pace, her tongue circling then lapping at you before she pinched your nipple and sucked on your clit for a last time, making you tumble over the edge with a surprised little scream. And she worked you through your high while Alfie was watching you fall apart before them. 

Jasmine didn’t waste a second, when the pulsing of your walls started to die down she pulled away, licked her fingers and moved on to have her way with Violet, who was resting after her round, prior to Ivy taking her place.

After catching your breath, you roll over and move towards Alfie without hesitation, crossing the small distance on your hands and knees, knowing it’s your turn with him. 

He didn’t take his eyes off of you for a second since you took off your clothes and you found it hard to distract yourself from his presence too. If the girls noticed, they didn’t show any sign of resentment. They were used to sharing.

You’ve seen their similar rituals before, Alfie even attended more crowded ones too but you never joined despite his invitations. You were afraid it would break your heart, even more, to have him but never really have him to yourself. Your love was similar to Marigold’s, possessive and perhaps selfish but you didn’t want to have just a part of his heart. Anyhow, you are here now.

Sitting beside him as he was still lying on his back, you were hesitant to move. Your insecurities and doubts made you pause for a moment but then you saw him looking up at you with a soft expression, admiring you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He reached out, gently pulling you down for a kiss, chasing away your worries.

“My beautiful Daisy,” he murmured against your lips. 

You wanted to take your time with him but you know that’s not possible right now so you kissed him again and again and then moved down his body to help him get ready for you faster. Leaving a trail of magic with your lips along his paint-covered chest and abdomen, pressing your body against his as you slid down over him until your mouth finds his glistening cock.

You can taste them on his skin as you lick the tip. He jerks upwards, still sensitive after the rounds he had with his harem of girls. With one of your hands holding yourself up and the other stroking his already hardening length, you lean in again and lick him from base to tip before slowly taking him into your mouth.

His hands move to caress you, fingers laced with your free hand, now resting on his abdomen. While the other hand, with more rings on it, sneaks further down to brush away your hair, tangling his fingers in your locks, so he could keep looking at you as he gently guides your movements.

Alfie doesn’t let you work on him too long, you only took him deep in your mouth a few times but he was already straining to be inside you. He waited for this for much longer than this session.

He gently pulled you off of him, drawing you up his body and rolling you over. Settling above you as he stole another kiss, just as gentle as the first one. He wanted to taste you too but felt the energy in your spell drop, so he simply didn’t have time but he was hoping this would be his last opportunity.

You pulled back first, smiling at the frown he had on for your interruption. He was holding your face, brushing his thumbs along your cheek, while he was resting most of his weight on his elbows. Alfie gasped when you reached down between your bodies and positioned him at your entrance.

He grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head with one of his own and he smiled at you. That rare, genuine but devious smile you loved so much was all yours now but you were soon too distracted to focus on it.

It was your turn to gasp as he slowly penetrated you. He was trying to be careful but you surprised him again. Circling your legs around his waist, you practically push him in you to the hilt. His half grunt of a hiss at your tightness and your choked up moan of the sudden fullness resonate through the powerfully vibrating air around you.

“Move,” you whine. Helplessly squirming beneath him as your walls flatter around his cock.

He grabs one of your legs around your ankle and moves it higher, slowly sliding his hand down to your thigh, grasping your ass and lifting your hips to a new angle before he pulled out almost all the way, relishing in your shuddering breath and tremendously enjoying the high pitched scream of pleasure as he pushed into you until he was balls deep again.

Alfie leaned down even more, body flush against yours as he cradled your head, seeking your lips in an aggressive claim. He soon had to end the kiss as you both became breathless at his demanding pace. He was fucking you with long, deep strokes, resting his forehead on yours, nose nuzzling yours with each thrust.

You felt so full and he fit perfectly in you, stretching you just right, he made your body sing for him while he was moving in and out of you. 

He lets go of your wrists to cradle your head while his other hand slowly sneaks up from holding your hips to cupping your breast. You can finally touch him as you please, your hands roam his muscular torso, nails digging in teasingly before you find yourself holding him by his nape and with an arm circling his back.

Alfie steals another kiss, that’s too short for your liking so you chase his lips after he starts to part from you. He chuckles and leans back down to deepen the kiss, slowing the pace of his thrust as he makes love to you tenderly and the lazy strokes settle into the same rythm as his tongue seeks yours.

Palming your breast and rolling your nipple has you lightly moaning for him that intesifies when he starts to roll his hips with each push and pull, putting pressure on your clit as he easily slides his lenght in you. Again and again, he puts more strenght to the snaps of his hips until your legs start to tremble and your body goes rigid with the force of your sudden orgasm.

He fucks you through it, not caring for the marks you claw on his back, letting you gasp for air as he bends down to take your neglected nipple between his lips. After a few fast and hard snaps he stops, accidently biting you, making your entire body jerk up and your still fluttering walls clench around him.

Grunting, he halts any movement, trying not to come just yet while he flicks your hardened bud with his tongue, soothing the pain he unintentionally caused.

Alfie rests his head on your chest, slowly caressing your sides while his still hard cock is still pulsing inside you. He tries to focus on his breathing, on your thrumming heart, anything to hold back because he greedily wanted more time with you.

The magic needs to be fed, he can feel it. The flow is like the waves of the ocean, pushing on him, sweaping into him and with the pull back it takes the energy you created and it needs more.

He rolls around with you, for a moment you are still plastered over him, then he encourages you to move your hips, guiding your movements by his hold on your waist.

Fucking up into you, he demands a faster pace and you moan loudly as you ride him. Rolling your hips and digging your nails into his chest as you quickly build up to your high again.

Alfie grunts as you start to clench around him. Sitting up abruptly, he rearranges your legs to hug him closer and in this new position makes it harder for both of you to move but it gives more intimacy to your connection. 

You can no longer ride him properly, he’s still in control of your movements but all he does is make you grind against him. He is determined to make you come again before he is finished.

Giving more momentum to the way he slightly lifts up, he leans back a bit, finding a new angle again that elicits a broken whimpering scream out of you and a few moments later you shatter in his arms, pulling him along the edge this time.

He claims your lips again as he pumps you full of his cum. His seed overflowing and dribbling between you but you are so lost in his embrace that you don’t pay attention to the mess. The kiss is deep and desprate, like he wants to drown you in his affection.

Panting, he pulls away and basically collapses in exhaustion. His tired eyes still on you, hand keep roaming your body while you enjoy the moment.

Something occurred to you just then. He didn’t kiss the others. It was intense and focused rounds of performance. This? This still had that intensity but it was somehow gentle too. So gentle that it made your heart ache with the yearning you had for him.

Suddenly, the dark spell broke and disappeared without a trace. No matter how lost you were in each other, you noticed this, frozen on the spot. It took you all a long moment to figure out what happened. 

The purpose of the hex, that was looming over you, was to kill. There is only one thing that can chase away death like that. Life.

Alfie looks at you with a wide-eyed expression at first, gaze softening and a small smile forming on his lips as his hand was slowly sliding down from your neck, between the valley of your breasts, where he could feel how your heart was still racing. He stopped by your stomach, his palm rested there as you both processed the meaning of all this.

His reaction mirrored yours with the rest of the shock turning into tentative joy. Alfie laughed quietly before he pulled you into a searing kiss.

The girls smiled, happy for you with only a bit of sadness mixed with their joy because they knew something you didn’t. It wasn’t just fascination on his part, Alfie loved you. And he finally had you all to himself so it was time for them to move on too.

He loved them too, each in a different way, but he was never so ridiculously in love before. Not until he met you. 

You were his, he knew it then and time only confirmed his belief but he didn’t want to push you into something you didn’t want. So he was as patient as he could manage to be while remaining persistent, assuring you whenever he could that you would be enough. Only you.

The irony of all this is that it was happening because Marigold was jealous. Of the other three girls, sure. But more and more of this bitter energy was directed at you. 

Alfie never denied his attraction to you. 

However, he reassured her that he was not indifferent towards her either. But the green-eyed monster had its claws deep in her and she inadvertently brought her worst fears to reality.

None of that matters to Alfie anymore. 

In that moment, there is only you and he would cherish this for as long as you’d let him. He would call you his with pride and would only hope that he could make you happy for the rest of your lives.