Sebastian Stan + characters imagines

Charles Blackwood

You feel trapped. Like a princess in a tower with a dragon keeping her from leaving, and that dragon is your own husband. Charles Blackwood.

The only happiness you have is your son, Oliver, who isn't Charles' but one of your exes. But you don't always see him, it's like you're not even living with your own seven year old son.

The only times you see him is when you make something for him or when you go tuck him in his bed, other than that he just goes to play around in the big castle you, him and your fiancé live in.

Charles always tells Oliver to go play when he needs you, it's starting to get annoying. He's keeping you away from seeing your own son when he needs you, from what you think. You miss your baby Oliver.

"Mom?" you hear his sweet voice say, you were cooking for the two boys. You look at Oliver and see he has a dirt stain on his white shirt.

"Your mom's busy Oliver, she works like a slave around here. Go run and play." Charles says. You look at your son and give him a warm smile.

"I'll take care of that later. Go change, my love." he runs off to go to his room while you continue to make the food.

"What do you say if I get a babysitter for Oliver and we go on a date, my dear." Charles says. It's like he wants you for himself.

"I'm feeling pretty tired today, Charles. Maybe another time. I also have to clean Oliver's shirt." you hear him sigh and you began to put the food in plates.

You put one in front of Charles and mutter a 'Bon Appétit' before going upstairs to Oliver's room. You see him laying on his bed, he looks upset.

"Hey big boy. What's wrong?" you sit on his bed and you rub his temple with your pinky finger.

"I miss my mommy." It breaks your heart to hear him say that, your baby misses his mommy. He can't see her because of his controlling stepfather.

"I miss my little prince too. So much." Oliver sits up and leans in for a hug, his tiny arms wrapped around your waist with his face buried in the fabric of your dress.

"Charles is mean from trying to keep you away from me. You're my mom, mine." you grab his tiny face and kiss his forehead, leaving a red lipstick mark on it.

"Let's go eat my love. I made your favorite, that's the least I could do." you get up from the bed and take your son's hand gently, leading him towards the kitchen.

"Ah! Finally. I was starting to think you guys ran away." Charles says chuckling. You smile at him and sit down next to Charles while Oliver sits down in front of you.

"So, I was thinking of maybe we could try for a baby. What do you say?" Charles says. You look at Oliver and you see the look on his face. He's upset.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Why not?" Charles pecks your cheek on the three of you continue to eat.

—

Later that night.

You just have washed Oliver's clothes, fold it and now you were putting his washed clothes in his drawer. You feel as upset as he was earlier.

If you have a kid with someone who he doesn't see as a father will make him feel more left out than he already is, you want your son to always feel special.

You put the basket on the floor, where he could put his dirty clothes, and leave his room. Closing the door gently behind you. You suddenly feel lips on your shoulders, startling you a bit.

"Hey, it's just me. Why don't we get into business, huh?" you nod and let him lead you to your shared master bedroom. He kisses your collarbone and your neck.

"Actually, I'm not really feeling it tonight. Maybe we could do it another time? I've been doing a lot of stuffs today and I'm really tired." you look at his expression and he seemed annoyed but he's trying to hide it with a smile.

"Of course. I'll get you a nightgown and then you can lay down." he goes to get one of your nightgowns from the closet while you take your dress off.

Charles gives you the nightgown he bought for you but never wore, because the breasts part were see-through. You choose to not argue and put the gown on, then remove your jewelry and your makeup.

You lay down next to Charles, who was already in his pyjamas, and wrap your arm around his torso. "Good night, my dear."

"Good night, Charles."

—

Few hours later.

You've been awake for what feels like an eternity, Charles is heavily asleep. You get up and get a bag from the closet and put a few clothes in it. You change into one of your long black dress, and put your black trench coat on.

You throw the nightgown on the closet floor, you take the bag filled with clothes and you stuff it with a few of your jewelries that you can sell and a few silver coins you kept in your drawer.

You put on your brown dirty boots and run towards Oliver's room as quietly as possible, you get in and put your bag down gently and get another from his closet to pack his clothes in along with things to keep him occupied.

"Oliver. Baby wake up." you wake him up gently until he opens his hazel eyes.

"What's going on?" he asks.

"We're leaving. Just me and you. Wake up before Charles does." he gets up and puts on his boots too, you close his bag and give it to him then take one of his coats.

The both of you quietly run downstairs to the kitchen to get a few things to eat, as Oliver gets a few food you grab a piece of paper and a pen to write a letter.

"Okay, lets go." you and Oliver get out of the house and run towards the woods where it leads to town, you have a friend there where you could stay with Oliver for the night.

—
The next morning.

Dear Charles,

You probably noticed by now that me and Oliver have left. We did it and we don't want you to try to find us.

I felt like I was locked in a tower, I lost hope that anyone could save me. But a prince did save me, Oliver did. I left my ring in your room and I hope it will make you feel miserable when you see it. Maybe it won't but I can always wish.

I even left the nightgown you bought for me. You made me feel like a little cat owned by a toddler, you were sweet to me but you also tortured me. And I'm really glad that I won't be feeling that anymore.

I'm also glad that Oliver won't feel left out because you always told him to go play when he really needed me, his only comfort being taken away by someone who he doesn't even consider as someone he likes. It feels horrible because I've been there.

I hope you go fuck yourself,

Y/n.

Charles sighs and throws a candle that was on the table. "FUCK!"

A/n: I watched We Have Always Lived In The Castle last night and it was good. 8/10.