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actually-safer-to-kiss · 9 months

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Kafkaesque

Summary: On the flight back home, Spencer and Reader exchange books to read, and Spencer is surprised by your selection.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Funny, fluff-ish

Content warnings: Franz Kafka (i like him but whatever)

Word count: 1k

The team is on the jet heading back to Quantico after yet another successful case was solved. The tensions of a stressful arrest started to quell as only clusters of city light started to become their only view for the rest of the flight. Morgan has already passed out listening to music, taking up two seats for himself, while Hotch, Emily, Rossi, and J.J. stay occupied by playing poker. Their banter filled the cabin along with the sound of shuffling cards, and actual chips were exchanged instead of poker chips.

You and Spencer, on the other hand, decided this was the perfect time for reading. You had been discussing the idea of exchanging books to get each other’s opinion, since you two are the only consistent readers among your colleagues (and also because Spencer’s banned from playing poker for cheating (again)).

You only briefly got to start each other’s selection before landing, but now there was plenty of time to cross some of the short stories of Sherlock Holmes off your TBR. Considering you were reading in the same space, you expected this to be more of a challenge. Because Spencer is a fast reader. A notoriously fast reader. To the point where Hotch has prevented him from reading while questioning witnesses. The speed at which he combs through books knocks off their focus. You’ve seen it yourself, so much that it’s not as funny as it was when you started here.

Nevertheless, you explore the world of Sherlock Holmes. As you turned the pages, you marveled at the intricacies of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s storytelling. The deductive prowess of Holmes and the vivid depiction of Victorian London transport you to another time and place. Andrew Scott’s charismatic portrayal of Moriarty in the TV adaptation flickered through your mind, though you wisely kept that observation to yourself. Last time, Spencer gave a passionate lecture on the discrepancies between books and television adaptations, citing difference in attention spans, and you had no desire to open that can of worms again.

Amid the familiar hushed ambiance of the cabin, you felt a familiar sensation—the piercing gaze of someone fixated on you. It was a feeling you had grown accustomed to, whether it was the malevolent eyes of criminals from afar of the intense scrutiny across an interrogation table. You tore your attention away from the pages of your book to meet Spencer’s eyes. His expression was contemplative, yet he was less than a third through the book.

“Wanna trade already?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“No, no,” Spencer replied, his lips pursed as he continued to study you.

You raised a brow. “Any questions I could answer?”

“How did you come across him?” He held up your book, “The Complete Short Stories” by Franz Kafka.

“Oh,” you shrugged, “just those angsty high school years, you know?”

Spencer’s nose wrinkled at that. No, he, in fact, did not know what you meant. Because he wasn’t old enough to have angsty high school years. And if he did have any at all, they would have been during college—neither period of his life he cared to recall.

“You’ve seriously never picked up Franz Kafka?” You asked him. “You? Spencer Reid? The equivalent of a human encyclopedia?”

“Only some of his short stories were used for college lectures.”

“Okay.” You feigned a laugh. “So what’s the problem?”

“What was your childhood like, Y/N?”

Your face widened in shock before a sly smirk emerged. “Are you seriously profiling me because of my favorite author? That’s absurd!” The urge to playfully smack him surfaced, but the goodness of your heart made you resist (also because this isn’t your book you’re holding). “Kafka enthusiasts come in all forms, you know. Like everybody else.”

“He’s your favorite author?” Spencer chuckled, still very surprised.

You nodded. “And what about it?”

“You’re just so… happy all the time.”

You cocked your head to the side. A small laugh slipped out as you said, “Oh, I’m sorry, Dr. Reid. Should I have brought ‘The Adventures of Strawberry Shortcake’ to help maintain your image of me?”

“No! I mean…” Your shared laughter briefly interrupted his train of thought. “It’s just not what I expected from you.”

“Hm.” You settled back in your seat, opening the book to where your thumb rested between the pages. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” You’re ready to get back to reading, but you still look at Spencer.

His eyes sparkled, and the curiosity of something becoming more complex than intended makes his brain run for miles. “Perhaps I don’t.”

As the jet continued its steady course back to Quantico, you and Spencer settled into cozy companionship, growing more familiar with each trip. The ambiance remained peaceful, with the faint hum of the engines serving as soothing background noise for your literary exploration.

You find yourself engrossed in the world of Sherlock Holmes once more, relishing in the intricate puzzles and razor-sharp deductions. Andrew Scott continued to dance in your mind from time to time, a testament to the power of well-crafted adaptations (excluding season four. You never told Spencer there was a fourth season).

You were also increasingly aware of Spencer’s presence beside you. Instead of the prickling sensation of having eyes on you, his knee brushed lightly against yours, sending tingles through your body, along with zero doubt it was accidental, considering this guy hesitates to shake hands. He still took the time to look at you after some moments of reading, as if he were deducing what certain Kafka works in that book could mean to you exactly. He flipped through the pages—actually reading—like he would find the answers.

You heard him swallow. “So, uh, why is he a roach in this one?”

“Because that’s how he feels.” You knocked your knee against him this time. “Just keep reading, Spencer. We’ll discuss it after.”

You watched him bite his lips closed as he tried to suppress a smile.

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dyns33 · 2 months

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Family honor

So Alfie x Y/N Shelby wife will be a little series now

There were several differences between a Gypsy wedding and a Jewish wedding.

The most obvious being that gypsy marriage was not recognized by anyone except gypsies.

But if it wasn't celebrated, you could walk past a priest, a rabbi, an imam or the fucking King himself, to live for years with the same person, under the same roof, with children, that would not have the slightest importance for the gypsies.

Alfie Solomons muttered several times that none of this was kosher, but he respected all the rites and traditions of Y/N's family. Even drinking alcohol, he who hated having a foggy mind.

"Already quite foggy the rest of the time, love. But if your savages of brothers insist…"

“The savages insist.” John said, giving him a whole bottle of whiskey.

“I can’t believe this asshole is going to become one of us.”

"Oh, Arthur, I'm touched that you accept me so quickly into your heart."

It took several people besides Tommy and Y/N to stop them from killing each other, when they were completely drunk.

Then they insisted on walking together in the horse field, the older Shelby brother ending up giving his blessing before falling asleep under a tree, making it clear that he would slit Alfie's throat if he did not treat his beloved little sister correctly.

The wandering jew left him to return with the others, who were dancing and singing. A perfect wedding, completely normal.

If he was offended when Y/N told him that the Jewish marriage was practically the same, he didn't show it, just made a strange sound with his nose.

There may have been less alcohol, and it was legally recognized, but the rest was a gathering of a lot of loud people, not speaking English, jumping around and congratulating them on their union.

Y/N, however, quickly noticed the biggest difference between gypsy marriage and Jewish marriage.

Although they had been a little surprised and worried by her choice of husband, her family had decided to give a chance to Alfie Solomons, whom they judged solely because of his actions. The rest didn't matter in the slightest.

With the Camden community, it wasn’t so simple.

“Your lovely wife is going to convert ?” an old woman asked, although it sounded more like an order than a question.

"Ah, frau Aldermann. It is true that I am such a pious man myself, it is a very important subject that my wife and I have talked about a lot. Isn't that right, treacle ?"

“Good, good.” sighed a man, patting his shoulder, not seeming to understand Alfie's sarcasm. "This is very important, especially for such an admired member. Perhaps your mother was of Jewish parentage ?"

She could have replied that she had not really known her mother, and therefore even less her family, but her husband saved her from this discussion, which he considered ridiculous, by inviting her to dance.

A true act of love, for him who hated dancing, in addition to suffering terribly because of his back.

It didn't take long for her entire family tree to be dissected in every way. The old harpies of Camden were like all the harpies of London.

The fact that she couldn't answer their question was almost a good thing. This mystery made it possible to say that if we could not verify that she was Jewish through her mother, we could not verify that she was not either. And everything always went through the mother.

The deplorable past of her father and the Shelby family could then have been forgotten.

The problem was mainly that her mother was not Mr. Arthur Shelby Sr. wife, which made Y/N a bastard. A gypsy bastard at that.

Even when she didn't understand the language, she guessed that people were talking about her. These looks and these laughter, she knew them well. Her brothers had suffered them when they were younger, before they used their fists to silence the ignorant and conquer Birmingham.

But she wasn't in Birmingham. Her brothers were not there, and it was her husband's kingdom.

Alfie wasn't the last to comment on gypsies.

"You know, I expected to have to sleep in a caravan for our honeymoon. It would have been terrible for my back, I don't know if Thomas took pity on us or if his petty posh side is to be thanked."

“They had a tent for us, but Finn threw up in it.”

"Fuck off, love. You're kidding me !"

“Then we would have danced naked around a fire asking the moon to give us happiness, health and above all a lot of fucking money.”

"… Yeah, you're totally kidding me, you little rascal." Alfie said, mock irritated, pulling her in for a kiss.

He didn't seem to notice that every little word spoken against her family and their traditions was beginning to weigh on her.

At least it was never completely mean when it was him. Almost innocent, full of prejudice and stupidity, but not crossing certain limits.

The rest of the community was not so kind. Many had not appreciated that the King of Camden, such a prized party, war hero, respected gangster, charming man, ended up with a girl like her. It must have been business, blackmail, or black magic.

There was no other possible explanation.

For several months, she decided to be the reasonable adult, remaining calm and polite, taking the blows as best she could. Tommy had taught her how to do it.

He had also taught her the pride of gypsies. Honor.

So there came a day when she was walking through the bakery, and some of the employees made a little joke about stealing and fortune telling, laughing like the idiots they were.

Normally, she would have ignored him. But Y/N was exhausted, and Polly's voice repeated in her head that no Shelby would ever allow themselves to be treated like this, so before they had time to react, she grabbed the hair of one of them, placing a knife to his throat.

"Tell me another joke about gypsies. Then I'll tell you a joke about Jews. Then I'll kill you."

The boy squealed, calling to his colleagues for help with his big, frightening eyes, but no one dared to move. Because they knew she would go faster. And even if she wasn't moving fast enough, she was Tommy Shelby's sister and Alfie Solomons' wife. Literally untouchable.

"Come on." she whispered in his ear. "Make me laugh. No ? No more jokes ? You're going to play the victim. It's funny, people who complain about being mistreated, then do exactly the same thing to others while thinking they're superior. You're all the same."

She didn't comment on the puddle under his legs, nor the little cry of panic when she released him.

Everyone stood still, watching her leave, and when she met Ollie's gaze, she knew she had just made a mistake. She only proved that she was indeed the savage they all described, the bad person.

Alfie probably wouldn't be happy when his right hand man told him what happened.

He did indeed seem to be in a terrible mood when she found him waiting for her in the living room, sunk into the sofa, indicating that his back was hurting badly, but that he would refuse to talk about it.

"Come, love, have a sit. Come on, sit down here."

Not wanting to act like a child, she remained silent as she took a seat in the chair he indicated to her.

This was obviously not what he expected, because he didn't speak either, staring at her intensely, hands crossed, displaying a small pout.

“Do you want to tell me what happened at the bakery today ?”

“Why ask if you already know ?”

“I would like your version.”

"I threatened to slit the throat of one of your workers and disrupted production. Do you want to spank me ?"

"Tempting. Why did you want to slit his throat ?"

“Unimportant.”

"Unimportant, uh ? Unimportant, love ? Because Ollie came to tell me that some guys were talking bad about me wife."

Groaning slightly, Alfie stood up just enough to push a piece of paper and pencil in her direction onto the table between them.

"Names."

“Alfie…”

"I want the names, treacle. I've already gone around the bakery telling everyone that insulting me wife and her family was insulting me, and I don't like being insulted. Names."

“You always make fun of gypsies.”

"Wrong." he retorted, holding up a finger as if that proved his point. "I do it when your brothers are around, because Thomas can be a little prick, and it's hilarious to see Arthur react like a mad dog. But I have nothing against gypsies. Lovely people. The proof, look at you. And look at me. The two most wonderful creatures our communities could spawn, right ?"

Despite all her strength, Y/N couldn't help but smile, which seemed to please her husband. He then placed his victorious finger on the paper, insisting on names.

If she had shown mercy by not cutting, this would not be the case with the wandering jew, king of Camden Town.

No one insulted his wife. No one looked at his wife badly, no one criticized her, no one tried to take away from her, no one thought of her with bad thoughts.

“Not even you ?” Y/N asked with a mischievous smile.

"Not at all. Now you brought up spanking. You brought it up first, love, not me."

“My brothers would be furious to hear that you beat me.”

"Don't tempt me, I can spread false rumors all the way to Birmingham just for the thrill of them all running here, and finding us…"

“You’re the one who deserves a spanking.”

"Ungrateful wife. Threatening me, under my own roof, when my back is killing me and I have just condemned half the city for the love of her."

The Shelbys never knew about their sister's difficult first months in Camden. Tommy noticed that he seemed to be treated with a little more respect when he walked the streets, but neither Y/N nor Alfie talked about what had happened before this outpouring of acceptance from the community.

On the other hand, Arthur noticed marks on his little sister's neck, and he tried to strangle Alfie, even after realizing that it wasn't what he thought, because it wasn't really better for him.

And Solomons reminding him that he was his brother-in-law didn't help at all.

#peaky blinders #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons fanfiction #shelby reader

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pigfacedbitch · 8 months

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HIIII I'm a big fan of your work and I really love it your writing is amazing , this may be a weird request and if your uncomfortable you don't have to do it , it's fine I completely understand, so it's like merlin and Arthur and the reader and they are all soulmates and it's there first time meeting each other . Thank you in advance

Modern! Reader Gets Transported to Albion

idea : modern world! reader gets transported to Albion and meets Arthur and Merlin. unbeknownst to you and the prince of Camelot, the three of you are soulmates.

type : imagines

word count : 0.7k

pairing/s involved : Arthur x Reader, Merlin x Reader

warning/s : almost drowning, panicking

here is my masterlist!

Note : MY FIRST REQUEST! Whoever you are, thank you for reading my works and I might've changed a little bit in your request. Also, I apologize that it took so long, school has been keeping me busy. I hope you like it! 😊

You've always been a fan of BBC Merlin so when you had the chance to take a trip to Europe, you did.

You went to all the locations where they filmed the series like Château de Pierrefonds and Chislehurst Caves. The last destination is where the Lake of Avalon is; Forest of Dean.

Luckily you are alone, giving you the chance to fully enjoy the beautiful sceneries and serene atmosphere.

It made you feel a deeper sense of nostalgia and melancholy— how the precious characters you loved dearly died and were 'buried' there.

With one last selfie, you were about to walk back to you car when you hear it. A faint voice, filled with sorrow and longing.

"(Y/N)... Save us."

It's coming from the lake.

Something glimmers on it's shore, a sapphire drop necklace with golden chain. When you attempt to pick it up, the world begins to spin.

Suddenly, you were underwater.

Panic builds in your chest not because you can't swim, but an unseen force seems to harshly pull you down no matter how hard you try to stay afloat.

"Help me! Please, someone—"

Air runs out from your lungs when a pair of bulky arms grabs your body and begins to swim you to safety.

"Don't worry, I got you."

I heard that voice before.

The stranger easily carries you to ground, draping a large cloak on your shivering body. Rubbing your eyes for better sight, you look up...

Bradley James?

"Are you alright?"

No. You're certain that Bradley doesn't look that young anymore, keeping up with his latest activities online.

"I told you to be careful, Arthur!"

Turning your head, you see Colin Morgan run towards the two of you with a worried expression on his face.

He looks younger too.

"Ah, Merlin. Fetch the horses, she might need medical attention. May I ask for you name, my lady?"

Arthur? Merlin? Wait... Oh my God.

Realization hits you hard when both men stare at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

The way they speak, their clothes, their appearances... it's exactly the same in the show you binge-watch every Christmas season.

Am I in the show? That's not possible...right?

"W-Where are we?"

"Camelot."

Shit.

You expect someone to go 'You just got punked!'; that would've been better than two men (who you have a huge crush on) staring at you, confused.

You waited for a moment but nothing happens.

This is real. I'm actually in Albion.

Fear and anxiety creeps into your system, as many questions form in your head. Did I die? What's going on? What season is this? How can I ever get back?

Due to the overwhelming emotions, your breath shortens and keeled over.

Bradley, or Arthur (You have no idea anymore), quickly catches you and gently carries you to his horse.

"We must make haste!" was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.

Merlin, on the hand, knew this would happen. In fact, he dreams of you.

He sees you in vague images, like old memories— happily kissing his cheek, witnessing him use magic, encouraging him to do another trick, etc.

He already etched in his mind your pretty face, your melodious voice, your playful grin— everything about you.

Then Arthur shares the same experience, dreaming about a woman who's description mirrors yours.

Kilgharrah told him that the woman of their dreams will arrive soon from faraway land and will play significant role in the prophecy.

However, the dragon didn't specify how. He only said—

"(Y/N) is your soulmate, Emrys. She sees you and Arthur in a light no one else ever will."

Soulmates are uncommon, even for druids. Only a few were blessed, to have something so wholesome and pure.

So when he heard your cry for help, he is ecstatic. You have finally arrived. His soulmate... and Arthur's.

He wryly smiles at this. Funny how he shares, not only his destiny with the prat, but also you.

The trip to the castle was faster than they anticipated. Arthur told him to call Gaius and meet them in his bedroom.

It caught the attention of everyone. The prince carrying an unconscious woman in his private chambers will surely stir gossip.

But Arthur didn't care, and Merlin didn't know if he should be proud or worried.

The court physician said you are healthy, they only have to wait for you to wake up. He left to attend other matters; leaving the three of you alone.

"This is her." The prince laughs in disbelief, incognizant of what Merlin knows. "The girl in my dreams, I can't believe it!"

Merlin tries to hide his smirk, Arthur can be so adorable when he's clueless.

"Nor can I, sire."

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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Cia!!! Thank you so much for always providing inspiration via your gifs!! I hope you like this 🤭 it’s been on my mind for a while hile…

He should’ve paid attention

Tommy Shelby x reader (and Alfie Solomons)

Opening the door of his office, Tommy sighed loudly, it had been a long meeting and he had been worried his wife would storm in any minute, demanding him to stop whatever business he was planning to do.

Speaking of which, his wife was nowhere to be seen.

And that was the perfect reason to worry, because she was the one who knew these fucking people, he recognized a face or two, but to be honest he would never understand what was the purpose to throw a party like this for their daughter’s christening. In his opinion it should be something small but he had nothing to do with the planning of such event, so he really didn’t have a thing to say.

A maid almost spilled the drinks on a guest.

As he moved across the people, he gave Johnny Dogs a disapproving eye side look, catching him and a maid coming out from the coat closet, Arthur was rolling up his sleeves already, he just hoped his brother wouldn’t start a fight in that moment. Polly and Ada were chatting in a corner, sipping his expensive champagne.

And if Y/N wasn’t with them, then he didn’t know where else to look for her.

The group of people before him suddenly moved backwards, like making a human wall, revealing Y/N standing over there facing him, but looking directly at another man he first didn’t recognize because he had his back at him.

Time stopped when his wife placed her hand on the man’s arm and laughed freely, then he saw his baby girl squirming in that man’s arms and he felt his blood boiling, in a few long strides he reached his wife, finally seeing that man’s face… finding Alfie holding his daughter.

It took him a couple of seconds to process what was happening.

“Alfie what are you doing here?”

“Oh, hello mate, I was just telling your lovely wife she has a great taste, she added a home-like touch to this place, didn’t she?” Alfie looked up at the eye-catching chandelier above them, the place exuded luxury.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” This was a family gathering and Alfie certainly attracted a lot of attention.

“Well, darling… you know how I just couldn’t stay away from eating those biscuits while I was pregnant, so I asked Frances to track down the bakery that made them, and it turned out to be Alfie’s.” She wrapped her hand around his arm and gave him that look he knew so damn well, the one that said she was about to get things done her way. “So I thought how Mr. Solomons has been so helpful to your business and I decided to ask him and his wife Edna to be our Sophie’s Godfather and Godmother.”

Tommy stopped listening in that moment, he felt like he was underwater, words were said in slow motion and he wasn’t able to keep up.

He looked at his wife, waiting for the moment she would say she was only joking. But that didn’t happen.

The collar of his tuxedo seemed tighter suddenly.

From all of the people…

“Look at that face, I told you he wouldn’t agree.” Alfie shook his head while hitting him slightly on the shoulder with his cane.

“Well he told me to take care of everything.” Y/N defended her choice. “I asked him who did he want and he said…”

“Whoever you choose is right, but you forgot to mention your options love.” Tommy tried to remain calm, having Alfie as part of his closest circle wasn’t his cup of tea.

“He never listens to me.” Y/N explained to Alfie, brushing Tommy off.

“I know, I keep saying him the same thing.” Alfie agreed.

“Why are you two talking like I’m not here?” He took his sleepy daughter from Alfie’s arms. “You probably should have mention this earlier, don’t you think?”

Y/N shuddered. “You barely pay any attention to anything I say anyways.”

Tommy tilted his head, feeling the veins in his temple pulsing.

“Why don’t you calm down mate?” Alfie proposed. “Have some air.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“What’s the big deal? You’re friends, Alfie is a great baker, he’s funny….” Y/N had a long list of tributes but she decided to keep it short judging by the look Tommy gave her.

Alfie took the child from his arms and gave the bundle to her mother, to then pat Tommy on the shoulder, keeping his voice down.

“Look mate, if anything happens to you, I’ll look after your child, hmm? Uncle Alfie to the rescue.”

Tommy groaned. The only worse thing that could happen to him apart from doing business with Alfie Solomons was having him as the Godfather of his daughter.

But it was too fucking late to try to do something now.

Next time his wife asked his opinion, he would pay attention…

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zjpg · 9 months

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just a girl

'politics'

last - m.list - next

[march - pre season testing]

WARNING: misogyny, mean parents, politics and feminism (?)

the past two hours were filled with phone calls, all because of some words on her helmet. her pr team telling her to stay off social media while they control incoming questions, red bull management trying to defuse the media, horner telling her to 'stay tight' until it all 'passes by', her parents arguing with her, her brother's giving their opinions. she's talked to so many people in less that five hours and she's exhausted.

everyone has been checking on her since twitter erupted with criticism, towards her and each other. but after her morning, she wanted nothing to do with anyone. the silence on her end since the press conference must've been concerning, bottas and kimi even called her. but she's been ignoring every incoming phone call and text message. she took a bath, read a book, made some friendship bracelets, just anything to get her mind off of the constant hate.

she's glad that other drivers and teams are sticking up for her. it made her happy to see that the wolff family had her back along with her own team principal. she has new stations reaching out to her personally and asking for statements, assuming her team already shut them all down, she deleted each email. so unprofessional.

she was reading as she played some soft music in the background, the hotel suite she had been staying in gave her a luxurious yet cozy feel. she felt safe and comfortable in her little bubble, until someone came and popped it by knocking on her door. she sighed, letting the music play but putting the book down before answering it. swinging it open, she saw the familiar eyes staring at her from the other side of the door.

"what are you doing here?" she asked with a head tilt, letting him in even though she didn't want to.

"you're not answer me, or anyone for that matter." pierre sighed and walked in, holding a box of what looked to be pastries from the café down the street. "apple strudel, eclair's, and macarons." her favorite pastries, charles and arthur always bought her one - or all - whenever she got sad as a child. now it's become a less prevalent tradition as they've grown, she doesn't show much sadness anymore.

she excepted the pink box from his hand, sighing but taking them to the kitchen as he follows behind like a lost puppy. "why are you ignoring everyone? shutting us all out isn't going to make anything any better."

she knew he was right, and that's why she only grew more furious. she didn't like being wrong.

"i just need some time alone." she grumbled and turned back to him after placing the goodies on the counter, leaning against it. "i've been getting phone calls, text messages, and emails all week from people wanting something from me-"

"i don't want anything from you other than knowing if you're okay."

"i'm fine!"

"it doesn't seem like it!" her bareface was nothing new to him or really anyone else, she never wore makeup at the tracks, but it's the state of her disheveled hair, yesterday's pajamas, and the red eyes that made the current state of her mind very clear to the frenchman.

she let out a breath and gripped the roots of her hair out of frustration before releasing them again, "pierre. i need some space."

"everyone's giving you space, addilyn, we're worried."

"well don't be!" she snapped, yelling at him. in all his years of knowing her, the only time he's ever heard her yell is during race's and he wouldn't even call that yelling. "i can handle myself! everything going on is so fucking unfair! but i can't show that i'm upset like the rest of you can. i can't be unhappy, i need to be grateful, i need to smile and be polite! it doesn't matter if i'm losing a race or getting sent death threats, i need to be happy!" tears verged her eyes, her lower lip wobbling "please leave."

"addi-"

"pierre. please just go. i don't want comfort. i want you out."

he didn't want to, but he listened. he wanted to hug her, validate everything she's feeling, tell her she's going to get through it and how much everyone loved her. but he could tell in her voice, her eyes, she really didn't want him there. and he didn't take that personal, or at least tried not to. because at the end of the day he will never understand what she's experiencing.

he sighed, inching closer to her, watching as she allowed him to give her a small peck on her temple, "please take care of yourself." he said before leaving. as soon as the door closed, addi collapsed to the marble floor, her knees betraying her. she sobbed loudly, thankful for the thickness in the walls.

this week long period between practice and the race was going to be excruciating, not just for her but everyone. the press and media are going insane on everything from news outlets to social media. a lot of people are standing up for her, but it's the portion that are sending her death threats that she sees.

she's never felt so powerless before. even being surrounded by over-powering men, she's never felt so powerless. she feels lonely, but a part of her likes that emptiness. the emptiness of not having to talk about the same three things every second, the emptiness of not having to force a laugh at an unfunny joke.

she looks through all her missing texts, she didn't realize how much they've built up over the past 24 hours.

claire your brother told me what your parents said, are you okay? don't listen to them i head you're kinda ignoring everyone at the moment. i'll leave you be just know we all love and care about you i love you🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

daniel It's easy to let words affect you, trust me I know. I've obviously never experienced anything near this, but I can't imagine how you're feeling right now If you need a good laugh I have this really great movie to show you, so feel free to stop by anytime😊

nolan Mom and Dad need to get their head outta their asses. I'm sorry they said thatCharles called me. Just keep yourself safe and healthy.

arthurAre you okay? I know you're probably not I'm sorry you're going through this. I heard your PR team is saying you aren't accepting gift right now It's probably best, for security reasons. But a little girl came up to me in the lobby and asked if I would give you a bracelet she made. I told her I would, so whenever you're ready just stop by. I'll keep it safe for you :) Love you. ❤️

christian We're getting it sorted out Keep your head high kid!

max People are idiots. Don't listen to them. You know your worth. Let me know if you need anything, I support you.

pierreI know you said to leave you alone. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for yesterday. It wasn't right of me to bombard like that. I hope you enjoy the pastries though! I saw them while I was out and thought you could use some right now. Let me know if that bakery is any good, might buy myself some :) Love you!🤍

lewisHey, Addi You want to come visit Roscoe? I'm sorry about what's happening. Can anyone ship out Jewel? We all need a comfort buddy sometimes. Don't let what people say affect you, I know it a lot more easier said than done, but try.

mom Answer your father.

dad Answer my calls Your manager needs to stop telling me what to do I am your father. I come before sports. Your brothers told me you just aren't speaking to anyone. Stop being ridiculous. I told you not to make outrageous statements like that during season. And you add it to your helmet?!? Are you crazy Addilyn? You're going to get yourself killed one day!

yuki Do you want some food? I can bring you some 😁 Pierre told me you're kinda shutting down. We're all worried. But i understand you need space. So just let me know if you need anything :)

louisI told you this would happen Idk why you didn't just listen to me I told you if you put that stuff on your helmet people would notice and cause an uproar Posted or not.

sebastian Addilyn? I heard something about you not talking to anyone. Charles told me about your parents, I hope that's okay. Don't be mad at him, I sort of pushed it out of him. I'm here if you need me Kiddo. Don't fade away. I'll be there for you. 😁

valtteri You okay? How are you holding up?

estabonWe aren't close or anything, but you called me 'Estie Bestie' so I'm gonna count that as being friends. You need to talk to Charles or Pierre. Or someone. People don't know what they're saying online.

charlesTalk to me. Addi I know you're going through a lot right now but please talk to someone. Nolan told me about the argument with your parents. And Pierre told me what happened yesterday. No one's mad at you. At least let me know you're alive

kimi Hey kid, talk to someone, it's getting concerning.

lando I've been trying to stay offline. every tweet I see just pisses me off. I tried not to call or text because I know you want some space right now. But I hate no knowing if you're okay. Please talk to someone. It doesn't have to be me, just talk to someone. Adds please tell me you're okay. I care about you a lot Charles helped me with that, I hope he wasn't lying to me.

of course other drivers and teams have messaged her a few times since the incident began, but those are just from last night and the current day. she sighed, thinking to herself for a moment before opening one of the chats.

addi i'm alive

charlesGood. How are you?

addicould be better.

charlesYou wanna talk about it?

addi I'm so tired. i just wanted to stand up for women everywhere and now i'm getting death threats.

charlesI know, Chérie. I wish there was more i could do for you.

addii just want to race.

charlesYou will. Next weekend And you're gonna win And prove to everyone that you're more than just a girl.

addidoes that mean you'll let me pass you?

charlesI never said the winning part was going to go easily 😉

addipassing you is pretty easy, was just hoping we could avoid collision 😁

charlesOh screw off!For real though, do you need me to come over?

addiCould you?

charlesYeah, I'll be over in just a second with Charlotte❤️

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a/n: i lied i'm uploading cause i wanna be cruel :) ALSO i would like to note that i'm aware the slogans on her helmet are not only used in america, the hater's tweet was solely to show their ignorance and that they are misinformed, i'm well aware of the terms and phrases being used all of the world (as they should be) 🫶🏻

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live-laugh-lenney · 3 months

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I could read your writing all day honestly! Could you do a george as a dad imagine, he's such good dad material :)

oh my god, he would be! the most loving, kind, supportive dad in the world... :')) and all i can think of is girl dad.

it's a surprise.

not just for him (because he was there when yn suggested she take a test and he was there when she took the test in her bathroom and he was there for the confirmation scan to make sure everything was okay) but for the two of them.

they weren't trying.

they never really had the in depth conversation about kids and having a baby together. that was something they wanted to talk about when the future came around, when they were living in their own home as an engaged couple, ready and wanting to bring kids into the world as the next big milestone for them.

so it was a huge shock to see a positive answer on the stick in her hand. he let her take it alone, chewing on his fingernails with his knee bouncing with nerves as he sat on her bed, but he was there as soon as she was finished. holding her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, just standing there in a silence that neither of them wanted to break.

"shit."

"fuck."

"well-"

"what do we do, george?"

"i don't know," he responds, his eyes glued to test that had already determined their future, "i don't know."

she wants to cry, he wants to cry, but neither of them want to be the first to show their emotions towards the situation. she feels sick to her stomach yet she doesn't want to throw up, he feels anxiety low in his belly that he can't shake, both minds racing to figure out what it is that they wanted to do.

"i can't get rid of it," she frowns and he shakes his head, "i can't."

"god no," he looks at her for the first time and all he can do is let the soft smile lift his lips, "we're having a baby, baby."

"we're having a baby," she repeats, gulping back the lump forming in the back of her throat, "george, a baby."

"a baby," he laughs in the sweetest manner, arms wrapping around her waist as he pulls her in for the tightest squeeze he could manage, "jesus, we're gon'a be parents, yn. a mum and a dad. to a baby. a little, tiny baby."

their families were the first people they told. the two of them had the idea of doing it over a home-cooked sunday dinner, in his flat, that they got to use as an excuse to keep themselves busy to dodge any strange questions that their families had to ask them. to keep them from letting their nerves get the better of them.

and, of course, it was a shock for them.

but a good shock. her parents were the first to stand from the table, the first to hug the two of them, her mum in a complete tizzy as she congratulated her daughter whilst her dad pulls george into a strong handshake. his sister looking ecstatic, pulling yn into a hug as she spouts off all the things she gets to do with a niece or a nephew in her life before hi-fiving her brother, before his parents are up from the table and giving the two of them their own form of congratulations with hugs and kisses all around.

a sonogram is given to each of them and none of them can tear their eyes away from the tiny white dot in the middle of the black backing. and george can't help but let a smile burst from his mouth as he puts an arm around yn's shoulder and pulls her into his side.

"so, who wants sticky toffee? custard? cream? made by yours truly," george breaks the silence, "it's good."

the next is their friends.

his roommates; the two arthurs and chris. and they choose to tell them over breakfast... yn offers to cook for them, which they can never turn down, and they think nothing of it as they sit down at the table and pour themselves their own drinks. chris on a cup of tea, arthur (tv) on orange juice and arthur (hill) on a cup of coffee. the table full of plates filled with all kinds of breakfast foods.

and it's a nice moment shared between the five of them. laughter and stories shared, an array of 'thank you's from the four boys as they scoff down the breakfast that she had made for them, sipping on her own smoothie that she had made because george insisted she tried to include more fruits and veggies in her diet during the pregnancy.

"so."

"so?" chris repeats, looking at george with a confused look etched on his face, "was this breakfast for something in particular?"

"kind of," yn smiles and nods, looking across to george as the two arthur's place their knives and forks down on the table, food still piled up on their plates, "we have some news."

"you're moving out?" arthur (hill) asks, "does that mean i can have the big bedroom now?"

george shakes his head, "sorry, pal."

"it's a bit more exciting than that," yn grins and laughs as the three boys look at her, waiting patiently for the reason breakfast had been cooked for them all that morning, "me and george, we're having a baby. i'm pregnant."

"no way?" chris asks and his eyes widen, "george knows what sex is?"

george scoffs and throws a piece of sausage in chris' direction which he gladly catches and pops into his mouth, standing up from his seat with open arms and walking towards yn, to which she stands up and welcomes his arms around her.

"congratulations, you guys. that's amazing," he presses a kiss to yn's cheek before pulling away, "a baby, eh?"

yn grins widely and pats her belly with two hands.

"tucked up in there, growing away," she says, rubbing across the expanse of her non-existent bump, "a little me or a little george, who knows?"

"hopefully it's a little you," arthur (tv) claims, taking chris' spot and giving yn the tightest hug possible, "we don't need more mucky and annoying george's in the world, do we? one is enough."

yn laughs and returns the hug, a kiss pressed to her cheek, before he pulls away.

"platform roulettes are gonna be different now," arthur (hill) states and follows in suit of the other boys, hugging yn tightly and pressing a kiss to her cheek, "congratulations. this is huge news."

once the most important people in their lives had been told, they were weary to announce it to the public... part of them wanted to not share it and keep it quiet between their close friends and family but they knew that wouldn't happen because one of them was bound to muck up and accidentally share it without thinking about it.

and all they did was share an instagram post.

on both pages.

just a picture taken of the sonogram sitting on a babygrow with 'baby clarke, est. summer' printed on the front.

their comments from the general public turned off and only allowing their close friends and family to comment to save any overwhelming comments that they just didn't need to read. twitter could say what they wanted, tiktok could do what they wanted, because they chose to steer clear of anything negative... especially with her hormones in on a rollercoaster of ups and down.

and throughout yn's pregnancy, he's obsessed.

he can't stop taking photos of her and a her bump, especially when she's wearing clothes that really accentuate the curve of her front. he can't stop being close to her, hand on her bump when they're out in public and holding her waist when they're at events, talking to their baby through the bump and reading stories when they know their baby has developed all it's sensory organs and can hear the outside world. he's so in love. and the closer and closer it gets to her arrival, the more and more excited he feels.

and when she's born, he's in love.

he can't stop looking at her, completely infatuated with how the two. he just wants to hold her all the time.

"she's ours," he whispers, his thumb delicately stroking the softest tufts of her hair as she snoozes in yn's arms, milk-drunk and fed and happy in her place, "mine and yours. we made her, baby."

"she's perfect," yn grins tiredly, her jaw aching from how smiley she had been once she'd come down from the high of adrenaline during her labour. the birthing pool still set up in the corner of the hospital room, yoga ball deflated and on the floor by her overnight bag, clean clothes on her body. "thank you."

"i should be thanking you."

she shakes her head, "george, you've been the best over the last few months. i know i've not been easy. but you've been incredible. and i love you, so much."

he leans up and presses a kiss to her lips, "you did all the hard work. you grew her, you kept her safe, you gave birth to her. baby, the least i could do was look after you when you needed me."

yn smiles warmly at him.

"want me to put her down?"

yn nods and he looks like he's done it before. like he was a dad of four and he was a professional at everything. holding her in the crook of his arm, supporting her head, close to his chest and barely touching her because he was terrified he was going to break her. placing her ever so gently in the clear bassinet in the corner of the room and settling her down, covering her with a blanket, before he made his way back to yn.

"i'm so so proud of you," he smiles, sitting back beside her, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly, "so proud of you. watching you give birth to her, all that pain, i couldn't have fallen more in love with you."

"i had you," she whispers softly, a crack in her voice, "can do anything when i've got you next to me."

probably not what you expected with this prompt but... i got a little carried away at the thought of george with a newborn baby and it makes me all warm on the inside. thank you for this! xx

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runnning-outof-time · 11 months

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Hi K, I saw your list of new prompts and thought I'd send you this one (looking at your crush or lover only to find them already looking at you and when you make eye contact, they smile at you) for Arthur. I can envision the lovesick smile on his face as he watches you doing something you enjoy and you catch him. If you feel inspired, I'd love to read a blurb about this!

Thanks for sending this in, Lee! 🥰 I’m sorry it took me so long to answer — I thought of this fluffy idea in between figuring out my latest Tommy request. I hope you enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

When I Grow Up…

Arthur Shelby

Warnings: none

A creative writing prompt and some needed grading sparks a warm-hearted conversation between Arthur and (Y/N)…but not after his smile and answer to a question just about make her forget where she is.

(Y/N) giggled yet again as she read through another one of her students’ writings. She placed the paper down on the coffee table that she’d set up her grading station at and began to write her thoughts on the child’s work. Satisfied with her comments, she placed the paper on the ‘graded’ pile before grabbing another. This one was just as adorable as the last and she couldn’t help but giggle again.

Arthur was sitting in the armchair positioned directly across from where (Y/N) was set up at the coffee table. He was - supposed to be - working on a report that detailed the earnings of the Eden Club (as requested by Tommy), but he couldn’t quite concentrate with the sounds that were filling the room. (Y/N)’s giggles were like music to his ears, so it didn’t surprise him when he found himself watching her, waiting for her to laugh again. The corners of his lips tugged upwards when he heard her, her laughter leaving a permanent smile etched into his features.

(Y/N) continued to read the story that this child had written, giggling at parts and smiling like an idiot throughout its entirety. At one point, she heard Arthur let out a chuckle, which made her look up to see that he was already looking at her. She couldn’t help but feel bashful under his gaze, and she wondered how long he’d been watching her for. Arthur just smiled at her, knowing exactly what was going through her mind at the moment. Her bashfulness made her even more adorable to him.

“How long have you been watching me?” she decided to ask him, her brows furrowing together as she spoke.

“For some time now,” his answer was vague, and if he was being honest, he’d lost track of time. “What is it that you’re reading?” he asked a question of his own.

“The kids’ papers…from school,” she began to explain, glancing down at the stack again, “they had a writing assignment to complete; to tell me what they wanted to be when they grow up.”

“Ahh…” Arthur nodded in understanding, “I take it there’ve been some interesting answers?” he quirked an eyebrow then.

“Most certainly,” (Y/N) answered, laughing slightly as she thought back to some of the answers she’d just finished reading, “a whole bunch of cupcake tasters and princesses and coppers,” she then rattled off some of the responses.

“Sounds like they’ve got some adventurous ideas,” he commented on the career choices with a fond smile, thinking back to when he was younger; wondering how he would have responded to such a question. He’d always loved art and, when he was in school, the projects they’d be tasked to create were his favorite part. Maybe he would have been a painter had things turned out differently.

“What do you want to be when you grow up, Arthur?” (Y/N) asked all of a sudden, pulling him from his thoughts so that he could focus on her again. She was smiling at him as she waited intently for his answer.

“When I grow up…” he paused, looking off to the side as he tapped his chin, showing that he was thinking of his response, “when I grow up, I want to be your husband,” he looked back to her as he responded, the widest grin forming on his face as a look of surprise filled her features.

(Y/N) didn’t know what to say. They’d only been seeing each other for a handful of months now, and marriage had never been talked about. She always assumed that it was the last thing on his mind; espeically with everything else he had to deal with on a daily basis…obviously she was wrong. The butterflies moved in the second the shock wore off, and she couldn’t stop the wide smile from forming on her face, one that was wider than the smiles produced by the children’s writings.

“You’re serious?” she questioned him as she slowly stood up from the floor, taking the few steps over to the chair he was sitting in.

“Bout as serious as I can be,” he responded with a grin, dropping his pen and sitting back in the chair as she stopped in front of him. “What would my grade be?” he teasingly questioned her then, allowing her to sit on his lap.

She tucked her face into his neck as she giggled at his question, hoping that he’d let her hide for a few moments as she tried to collect herself. He squeezed her kneecap after a few moments had passed, making her lift her head again.

“Was it really that bad of a response?” he questioned while feigning shock.

“No, it wasn’t bad…” she finally answered once she was composed enough to do so, “you just…you need to add a little bit more detail into your response,” she gave a critique to his initial response.

“Well in that case…” he trailed off, clearing his throat before he grinned at her, “when I grow up, I want to be your husband because I feel that I possess the right qualities to do so. I’ll keep you safe, I’ll make you laugh, I’ll never miss a date. Nothing makes me as happy as when I spend time with you, and no one makes me feel as good as you do, especially when you do that thing when you…”

“Ok stop! That’s just too many details now, and you’ve reached the word limit,” she giggled, stopping him before he could continue with the more suggestive part of his response.

“How’s my grade looking now?” he questioned, his one eyebrow raised as a grin teetered on his lips.

“Good…it’s looking good,” she responded with a smile, “and you may just be able to be that when you grow up…if you play your cards right.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m a gambling man then, isn’t it?” he cracked a grin, making (Y/N) laugh before she leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

Both smiled against each others’ lips as they continued the kiss, and Arthur knew then and there that he wouldn’t have to wonder what it was going to be when he grew up…he was pretty sure that the kiss had sealed his fate: he most certainly got the job.

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artstelle · 11 months

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Not Mine To Keep

The first time Arthur came to Merlin's shop, he looked so out of place, unsure of what to do. Merlin guessed he was either too "manly" to be seen buying flowers, or a rich prat who never had to buy his gifts himself. Neither were exactly wrong guesses. He felt bad for the woman the man was buying the flowers for.

They had a rather unpleasant encounter that day and Merlin was sure the man would never, ever come anywhere near the shop again, and would probably tell everyone he knew not to buy from there either. So it was a surprise when he saw the other man again. He said that while the employees were rude, the place unfortunately had the best flowers around. Of course, that would be a better excuse if the man actually bought any flowers that time.

After that, it became a regular thing, Arthur visiting once a week. At first, he asked questions about flowers, then it turned into them chatting, insulting each other sometimes and joking, laughing.

Merlin knew he shouldn't, but he was sad and depressed when the man – Arthur, he learnt – stopped coming. He was worried when Arthur didn't show up for two weeks in a row, but weeks turned into months and he accepted that the other man had probably just grown bored of their little conversations.

And then, he just showed up. Merlin welcomed him as he would any other customer, tried not to stare or ask demand an explanation as to why he just vanished. But he knew he had no right to, they were two strangers having casual conversation, that was all. If Merlin had feelings for that gorgeus blond man who turned out to be actually funny and charming, then it was his problem alone.

Arthur stayed silent for some time, and he seemed nervous, god knows why. He looked at his hands, the flowers, the walls and anywhere other than at Merlin. Just as the silence started to be too much and Merlin thought maybe he should say something, Arthur opened his mouth.

"I had things to deal with. Things to arrange. Both personal and business issues." Merlin wanted to say there was no need for explanation, but was too shocked by Arthur's next words to say anything. "I am sorry."

Arthur Pendragon did not apologize. He would show that he was sorry, but never put it into words.

But Merlin had to talk, because the man was looking at him, obviously waiting for an answer. "Oh, um... O-ok." What he wanted to say was: why do you look like a kicked puppy? "It's fine, life gets busy sometimes." That seemed to ease Arthur's mind, if the smile that formed on his lips was any proof. His beautiful lips, how nice it would be to kiss them. Oh for god's sake! Merlin had to get rid of those thoughts.

"Well, is there anything you want? If you aren't going to buy anything, I can get you a chair, but you're blocking the way. Though I don't think I can talk much, there's a big order I need to prepare." He didn't mean to sound harsh, didn't want Arthur to leave, but it was hard to go back to how they used to be. Maybe in a week, he would stop wondering what the personal matters he had to arrange were.

"Actually... I want to. I'm here for a bouquet."

Oh... Ok then. That was unexpected. Merlin remined himself that there was nothing for him to be sad about.

"Ok, which one?" He showed the bouquets that were prepared for customers to choose from. It helped them to see how the thing would look before purchasing, it and was faster to have some made up already when it was busy. And if they didn't sell, Merlin took them to the local hospital to give someone a little smile. "Or do you want a custom made one?"

"A custom one. But I was hoping you could help me choose the flowers." Arthur twisted the end of the ribbon on the counter around his finger.

"Sure, it is my job." Stop being so nervous, Merlin told himself firmly. "What kind of bouquet do you want?" He didn't want to know but he had to ask.

"To show... Something that says 'You are important to me' and 'I think of you all the time.'"

Merlin's heart hurt so much he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide it. It was no surprise the bouquet was for Arthur's lover, but he would never have expected Arthur could say such things. He must really love her. "And 'I wish to spend more time with you.'" Arthur looked at Merlin for the first time since he had entered the shop that day. Merlin wished he wouldn't. "And..." Please, enough, go tell those things to her yourself. I don't want to hear them! "'I love you.'"

Merlin turned his back, knowing he should be happy that Arthur had found someone he loved. Arthur often talked about the girls his father threw his way and how he never had any feelings at all, at least most of the time. Whenever that happened, Merlin thought about Arthur's first visit to his shop, the bouquet he'd bought, but he couldn't bring himself to ask who it had been for.

"I'll make something." He bit his lip while choosing the flowers. Merlin stared at the bright lamp to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks. He didn't want to make a fast and simple bouquet just to get away from the situation. It was important to Arthur, and if Merlin couldn't be happy for him, at least he could do his job right.

After who knew how long, he had the flowers ready. "Here, I hope she likes them."

But Arthur did not reach out to take them.

"I hope he does," he said instead. "Keep them, please. They're for you."

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Look… I drew that in November. Then when I was posting, I realized I forget to add the bouquet and since then it is waiting to be posted in my wip folder. Not even wip! I put that in completed folder cause like, it was mostly done. I wanted to pick flowers with correct meanings. I gave up and just drew a pretty bouqute cause it is better than never finishing it. Please pretend they have suitable meanings to what Arthur wanted to say.

I wasn't planning to write something that long! Wow.

Edit: I posted it to ao3 too. Here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48305071

Flowershop AU for @merlinbingo

art by @artstelle

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yanderepuck · 3 months

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WE GOT ANOTHER ONE FOR THIS WHOOOORREE. It fits so well for him bc he's just so rough and doesn't care what happens to you as long as he feels please.

I love him on a sexual level and that's about it. Well let's thank @evil-quartett for this wheel prompt. I normally don't use dialogue prompts but something about this was so good.

Decided that it's going to be semi of a sequel to the last one I wrote

Prompt: "you know I love you, right?" "Yeah" "good, because I'm going to fuck you like I don't"

You wrap your arms around him from behind. Too short to look over this shoulder you move your head around him to see what he is doing.

"Whatcha working on?" You definitely want to bother him.

Faust jumps slightly from your touch. "When did you get back?"

"Just a few minutes ago. Seeing you was the first thing on my list," you smile at him as he sets his things down, turning to look at you.

He puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses you

"You were gone too long. That old bat isn't allowed to keep you that long again."

You had gone to the mansion for a few days per Comte's request.

"I'm sorry. But I'm back now," you smile and stand on your toes to kiss him. "But I'm glad to know you missed me."

"Of course I missed my meerschweinchen," he smirks at you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Who else was I supposed to play with?"

"Charles was still here," you tease. Faust doesn't look amused however. "It was nice to see everyone there. I've missed them."

"All of them?" Faust knows some of the guys there are a tad... questionable.

"Yes all of them. Even if all Arthur did was flirt and Theo kept calling me a dog," you groan slightly. "He kept telling me to bark when he would ask me something."

Faust glares slightly. Oddly enough Theo is the one he dislikes the most. You would have bet anything it would be Arthur considering how much he wants to bite you, and how many jokes he makes about sleeping together.

"I hope you didn't spend too much time with him," he tries to stop himself from growling by biting his tongue.

You thought for a moment and that was the only answer he needed.

"I think i spent time with everyone equally. Though I guess I tend to spend more time with Theo and Arthur. They like to drag me around with them."

"That's it," Faust picks you up, setting you on the table behind him. "You're not going over there again."

"You can't ban me from the mansion, silly," you let yourself be picked up. On the table you are just a little above eye level for him.

"But I can stop you from leaving this castle."

He stands between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. He's being so touchy today, you love it. Maybe you should leave more often.

"Are you going to trap me here like an evil witch," you giggle and drape your arms over his shoulders.

"Something like that," his hands slide up to your hips.

You begin to play with his hair as you lean closer to kiss him. You didn't mean for it to be rough, but Faust's kiss in return was.

You moaned and he pulled you closer to the edge so your bodies were pressed together.

Without waiting for your response, he was already in unbuttoning your shirt. He wanted to feel your skin. He wanted to squeeze you, pull at your flesh. Anything to feel you.

He already has you half undressed before you even started working on his clothes.

"They better not have touched you," he growled

Now you sense it. He's jealous. More than just because you left as well. You decide to play into it, wanting to know how far he'll take it.

"Not in a bad way, no. I got some hugs. Theo did get a little drunk and clung to me at one point," that was really Isaac. Some drinks got mixed up and you had to help him to bed.

You could feel Faust get tense as he grabbed you harder.

"Don't worry. No one bit me," you kiss him, finally getting his coat to the floor.

"They better not have," he gets your bra off and roughly gropes you, forcing a moan out of you. Just that squeeze made your mind go fuzzy.

"You're already wet for me, aren't you?" He smirks. He tries getting your skirt and underwear off. You rock your body every which way to get the fabric out from under you. In seconds you're fully naked on his table while he still has most of his clothes on.

You whine and get his shirt fully unbuttoned. "Why must you have such complicated clothes," you pout, glaring at his stupid amount of belts.

"Fine, fine," normally he likes to watch you struggle with taking his clothes off, but he does it for you this time. In seconds he's standing there naked, between your legs.

Your hands rest on his waist, keeping him close to you. Leaning forward, you kiss him. Immediately getting rough. His hands go all over your body, squeezing any bit he can while your hands go down to his cock.

He gasps between the kisses as you get him harder, wrapping your hands around his length. Pumping him, he gets harder and harder with more precum coming out of his tip.

He bites your lip and gets closer. He reaches behind you to move anything in the table that might be in the way.

His lips go down to your neck, kissing and nibbling at your skin. "You know I love you, right?"

You moan and keep working his cock, moving your head to the side for him. "O-of course."

"Good," he nibbles at the front of your neck, taking your hands off of him. You feel his tip press against your hole. You're eager for him. If you could suck him in you would.

"Because I'm going to fuck you like I don't," he growled in your ear and pushed himself all the way into you.

You gasp, falling back on the table. With a death grip on your hips he doesn't give you time to adjust. Now that he's in you he won't be kind. He pulls you closer to the edge to make sure he's as deep as he can get.

You can already feel bruises forming at your hips. Pushing your legs further apart, he thrusts into you roughly, only caring about his pleasure. Not only is he holding you close to the edge, but he's holding you down against the hard table.

"You're mine, got it!"

The air was practically fucked out of your lungs and you're still trying to catch up. "Y-yesss," all you could say.

"You're staying here. I will fuck you until you can't walk to be sure of that," his hips snapped into you harder.

You barely got time to moan before you were screaming. His tip is slamming into your cervix and he keeps trying to drive deeper and deeper into your hole.

You hold onto your tits, squeezing them yourself. Your body starts to squirm. It's too much. You squeeze your eyes shut and pant.

Your toes curl and your nails dig into your own skin. The table under you shakes with each thrust. Faust doesn't seem to be bothered by a few of his tools rolling around.

You knew he was the type to get jealous, but you didn't think it would be this bad. Your legs try to close. He's going so deep that you already feel sore

He forces your legs flat onto the table, holding them down.

"Stay or I'm tying you down," he bares his fangs at you, keeping his hands on your legs, digging his fingers into your thighs.

You scream again. As much as you'd love to be tied down, you don't force your legs against him.

In moments you clench around him, coating his cock and your walls in cum.

He moans now that he's able to slide in and out quicker.

He goes to take his glasses off, barely slowing down. They kept sliding and the chain was getting annoying. He holds you tightly again and gets harder.

You squeeze your flesh more, screaming in pain and pleasure. Now you're able to tell the difference from when he's using his vampire strength. He holds back more than you realize normally.

"Mine," he growls before cumming into you. You didn't expect it, and he didn't slow down at all as it shot out. He just fucked his cum deep into you. Even once his load was fully out he continued to keep the pace and force.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you could barely hold onto yourself at this point, half of your body fell limp.

"That's right. Just lay there and let me fuck you."

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longlivechips · 7 months

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Magic Reveil au where....

Arthur goes east for.... something important I'm sure.

He stops, as any noble man would do, to see Hunith.

Gwen has sent a bolt of embroidered cloth as a gift to her host in Ealdor. It cost more than she had made in a season, even as Morgana's maidservant.

Merlin had picked it out.

On Arthur's first trip to Ealdor, no one had been happy to see him. They had not even been particularly happy to see Merlin if Arthur was honest with himself.

But as time past Arthur likes to imagine the people of Ealdor have grown....fond of him in a way. As had he of them.

The children, at least, always seemed happy to see him. Asking questions about Knights and Dragons and 'is it true you killed a REAL unicorn??'

The children of Camelot have been taught to respect him. They are reserved, and polite.

A child in Ealdor, on the other hand, had staired for some time before boldly declaring "mama? Is he fat?"

Arthur saw Merlin in the mischievous twinkle on her otherwise innocent face.

On Arthur's first trip to Ealdor he had been jealous.

He had tried to ignore the pang in his chest when Hunith kissed her sons forhead.

Or when she 'tsk' him for talking with food in his mouth.

They...had each other. In a way very different than the way he had his father.

He thinks of their house, cozy and warm. Beds feet away from each other. He imagines sometimes, what winters here would be like. How they would pass the time, warm in the house as winter raged outside.

He watches Hunith spindle. Gwaine is telling a story. Arthur hardly listens long enough to confirm that the knight isn't hitting on her before his mind moves on.

"It's a drop spindle" she said. He sees it frequently in Ealdor, idle hands always seem to be spinning. He has even seen Gwen do it on occasion.

Hunith showed him. Her hands had felt strong as she did, positioning Arthur's fingers just so.

and so King Arthur of Camelot sat on the dirt floor in a town on no map (until Merlin had added it)

Making yarn.

And he felt warm.

On Arthur's first trip to Ealdor he had watched Merlin sob over the body of a Sorcerer.

They never spoke about it again. Arthur meant to ask but the topic seemed ... unapproachable.

Merlin spoke against magic, if pressed, but Arthur was no fool.

He saw the reflection of the old religion in Merlin. He showed an awareness of the magic of this land that Arthur couldn't comprehend.

Merlin had asked, his first year in Camelot, when they would be celebrating Beltane.

Arthur had nearly twisted out of his seat to correct him. His father has declared it May-day and Arthur can't imagine the stir Merlin would create by calling it something different.

So Arthur never asked about Will. Because he was worried what the answer would be if he did.

Arthur is patient, despite what Merlin says.

He sits calmly, dumbstruck, as a young girl he thinks may be Merlin's cousin complains about King Arthur.

He's ruined her "whole life" she said.

They were going to have a bonfire, and Auntie Hunith was going to do tell them a Fyré Story.

"Magic!" She said, thrilled. "Auntie Hunith makes shapes from the sparks to tell the most amazing stories!! There are knights even in them!"

Arthur asks what the girl's favorite story is.

"The Prince and The Unicorn!" She cries, and leaps up to begin a very passionate performance of a story that Arthur already knows.

On his first trip to Ealdor Arthur builds a pyre for the body of a sorcerer.

Today, he asks Hunith if it's too late to do the bonfire.

The fear he sees in her. The way she stills over her spindle. Breaks his heart.

"I'd hate...." He starts " to think I put you out of your holiday I forget...." She is looking right at him, as though she sees him standing on the edge of a clif he had been ignoring for nearly a decade.

"I forget we are not in my kingdom. I would be... honored to...watch."

He finishes lamley, but the smile that spreads across Hunith's face makes him think she will forgive him for it.

#hunith said 'is anyone gonna mother this??' and didnt wait for an answer.#i just wanted to write something about Arthur and Hunith #Merlin #fanfiction #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #hunith #merlin

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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love sounds - Charles Leclerc

Soooo I told you I was writing a Dennis fic but last night the inspiration struck for a Charles story, I'm so sorry lmao but the Dennis fic is in the works I promise!

This was supposed to be full on smut but it turned out kind of fluffy? (Don’t worry there’s still smut)

Also I'm still new to this so idk what warnings I'm supposed to put... please don't have unprotected sex in real life!

Charles Leclerc x reader; In which he realizes she‘s the one for him ;)

He let his gaze wander along your curves, taking in the way your blue dress perfectly hugged your body, exposing enough skin for his imagination to go wild.

How could you stand there, talking so innocently all while looking so devilishly tempting?

Charles didn’t want to admit it but in that very moment he hated not being the man at your side right now. Instead, some random mechanic’s arm was snaked around your waist.

“Still drooling over y/n?”, someone commented besides Charles, finally making him rip his hungry eyes off of you.

“Shut up, Arthur. You don’t know anything about love.”

Arthur laughed as Charles took a sip of his whiskey.

“Oh so it’s love now? I thought you and y/n were just a casual thing?”

Charles gave his brother the death stare which made Arthur lift his hands defensively.

“Your words, not mine, brother.”

Charles scoffed. He knew his brother was right.

You and Charles had never been “in love” per se. No question there was a certain tension between you two, but Charles had always been too afraid of fully committing to you.

And now he payed the price for it: Getting to watch you attend the prize-giving gala in Paris with another man.

“You know, if you still want her, you should honestly just go talk to her.”, Arthur chimed in again, making Charles roll his eyes.

Arthur always thought everything in the world could be resolved by simply having an honest conversation. But Arthur had never fallen for you.

He didn’t know how complicated yours and Charles’ situation was.

So instead of answering his brother, Charles downed his drink, eyes searching for you once again.

“I’m getting another drink.”, he let his brother know and quickly disappeared into the crowd before Arthur could say anything else.

As Charles pushed his way through all the FIA officials and drivers making small talk, his mind suddenly went foggy.

A smell of sweet lilies surrounded him, trapping him in his thoughts.

There was only one person on earth he knew who used this perfume.

He jerked around, trying to make you out in the people surrounding him.

However, you were nowhere to be seen.

Charles even stood on his tiptoes to get a better view of the crowd, but he couldn’t spot your bright blue dress in-between all the black suits.

Was this the alcohol playing tricks on him already?

Charles shook his head to get his thoughts in order again. What was his mission again?

Ah yes: getting another drink.

If Charles had to endure watching you flirt with your date all evening, he could at least numb the piercing pain in his chest.

So he made his way to the bar, ordering another whiskey.

While he waited, he leaned against the bar, scanning the room once again for a certain blue dress. God, he was pathetic. Not enough courage to tell you how much he wanted you to be his but not enough strength to finally let you go either.

“Charles?”

Charles’ head flew around.

His eyes were met with shiny blue fabric stopping right beneath your ass.

He breathed in the enticing scent of lilies, let his gaze roam your body before he stopped at your shy smile. It was breathtaking.

You were breathtaking.

“Here you go, sir.”, the bartender placed down a fresh glass of whiskey before Charles, who was still too stunned to speak.

“Um.. hi.”, he finally managed to snap back to reality.

“Having a good time?”, he asked after another awkward pause, suddenly noticing that you were alone.

Where had your escort gone? Charles took his eyes off of you again to look for your date amongst the attending people.

“Yeah, everyone’s really nice. What about you?”

Charles looked back at you and he couldn’t believe you were talking to him so casually, since the last time you “talked”, you were shouting at him to get out of your apartment.

And maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but he just couldn’t help but make a salty comment. Because arguing with you came more naturally than having a civil conversation.

“Where did you leave your manwhore?”, he saw your eyes grow wide, then narrowing at him as he took another sip of whiskey.

“Don’t give me that, Leclerc. You know damn well it’s your own fault we’re not here together.”

Charles shrugged, now definitely feeling the alcohol.

“It always takes two to fight, ma chérie.”

You scoffed.

“And it only takes one to ruin a relationship.”, you bit back, making Charles alert immediately. Relationship? None of you had ever classified whatever thing you had had as a relationship.

“Relationship?”, Charles could only ask dumbfounded.

“I was serious about you, Charles.”, you replied in a much softer, quieter voice, letting your head sink.

You were too ashamed to look him in the eyes, now that you’d pretty much confessed your deep and buried feelings.

“You were?”, he checked to make sure he hadn’t just hallucinated. Now he needed another sip of whiskey.

But before he could drink, your hand came up to take the glass away from him. He watched as you downed the drink, wanting nothing more than to finally kiss you again.

You contorted your face as the liquid stung in your throat, making Charles laugh.

“For what it’s worth: I was serious about you, too.”, he confessed, blaming his sudden honesty on the alcohol.

After all this was his third drink of the night.

Now it was your turn to be surprised.

“But…you never wanted anything serious?”, you replied, then turned to order a gin and tonic. Charles ordered another whiskey before looking at you again.

“Chérie, any man who’d ever say no to you is a fucking idiot. I know that now.”

You gulped, not expecting any of his words.

It had been weeks since you’d last seen Charles and you’d thought you’d gotten over the way his gaze made you shiver.

But right now his eyes were burning into your skin, showing you exactly what he wanted.

Before you could reply, your drinks arrived.

Charles handed you your gin before downing his own drink. You weren’t planning on finishing your drink right then and there but Charles got up, brushing past you while letting his hands squeeze your waist for a quick second.

You gasped, looking after him as he turned around once again, winking at you.

You knew what he meant, having done this a thousand times before. You searched the room for your date.

Were you really going to do this again? Start everything over?

Give Charles another chance to break your heart?

Fuck it.

You downed your drink before discreetly following him to the restrooms.

Charles smirked to himself as he saw a flash of blue following him, but he walked past the restrooms, making you frown.

No, he didn’t want this to be like every other time you had hooked up. This time was going to be special.

A night you’d never forget.

So he turned around to grab your hand and pull you with him towards the hotel reception.

“Excuse me, I would like to book your room with the nicest view, please.”, he smiled at the nice lady behind the desk while your eyes went wide.

“Charles!”, you whisper-shouted, slapping his arm, but Charles had already gotten handed the keycard. He turned around, smiling at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Instead of saying anything though, he just grabbed your hand again, leading you to the elevators.

“What are you doing?!”, you giggled, suddenly excited about not knowing what was about to happen.

“I’m doing what I was supposed to do a long time ago.”, he answered honestly, letting his gaze fall to your lips.

Your eyes wandered in-between his lips and eyes, the urge to kiss him too big to resist.

As your bodies automatically moved closer to each other you could already feel his whiskey- coated breath on your skin, his hands sheepishly finding their way to your waist.

However just as you were about to kiss, Charles sighed, pulling away from you but still holding you close to him with his arms around your waist.

“Not yet, chérie.”, he whispered, making you groan.

You were slowly but surely growing impatient.

When the elevator finally arrived, you took its privacy as a chance to kiss Charles, but he just held you close to him the entire ride up, never giving in to your tempting lips.

Instead, he studied your face closely, remembering every single feature.

Normally you’d hate when people stared at you because you got insecure very easily, but with Charles you felt more comfortable than ever.

Maybe because you were too busy with your own staring that you didn’t notice him doing the same.

“We’re here.”, he motioned towards the door with the number 314, already swiping the keycard. His other arm was still wrapped around your waist tightly, guiding you inside the room.

You held your breath as Charles lead you to the huge glass windows at the other end of the room. It really was the most beautiful view of Paris you had ever seen.

The city beneath you was a sea of lights, shining brightly in the night sky.

You were so in awe over the view that you almost forgot Charles was in the room with you until he chuckled next to you. You looked at him.

He was already looking at you.

You didn’t understand how he could possibly look at you when this breathtaking view was right in front of him.

“Charles…the lights..”, you whispered, “It’s beautiful.”

Charles smiled, squeezing your waist.

“Chérie, you shine even brighter than all these city lights..”

You blushed, thankful about the darkness hiding it from Charles.

“Don’t say that, Charles..”, you replied, a trace of sadness in your voice.

Because all these things he said could easily turn out to be sweet nothings.

“But it’s true. And I mean it, I truly do, y/n.”, he carefully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while looking at you with so much love and affection in his eyes that you thought your heart might melt.

He leaned his forehead against yours, holding you tightly.

“I don’t want you to break my heart again. I’m scared, Charles.”, your voice cracked, closing your eyes to avoid tears from falling.

It was true: You were terrified of the idea of losing Charles so you’d always thought you’d be better off with never having him in the first place.

“I’m scared, too, y/n. But I am willing to try. To take that leap of faith with you, to give you my heart so that you may shatter it to pieces if you wanted to.”, he sounded soft, but determined. Because he was.

He’d known it for the longest of times but only today had he realized that you would always be the one his heart wanted.

So he’d rather die trying to make things work with you than getting drunk every other night because he couldn’t have you.

“Charles…I…”

“You don’t have to say anything right now. I just wanted to let you know how I felt, let you know that I am completely serious about you.”

Then Charles removed his forehead from yours, only to finally kiss you.

And it was the most magical kiss you had ever shared. You were so full of love as your hands wandered into his hair, leaning even further into him as his hands rested on the small of your back. The sparkling city lights behind you only made everything even more perfect.

Your kiss didn’t stay innocent for long though.

Too long had you been deprived of his touch, his scent, his hands roaming your body.

Without stopping your kiss, Charles lead you to the huge double bed in the room.

Carefully, he laid you down on the mattress as you let him guide your movements. He sighed into the kiss, laying on top of you while resting his weight on his forearms beside your head.

“I’ve missed this.”, he whispered breathlessly. You could only hum in response.

Eventually he broke up the kiss, but only to kiss his way down to your jaw, sucking on your neck. Your body welcomed him, arching your back to get even closer to him.

His kisses trailed further down until he reached your clothed cleavage.

Quickly he sat up, riding your dress up to your waist to then pull it over your head as you sat up as well.

After sharing another hungry kiss he gently but firmly pushed you back down into the mattress. He took a second to take you in: lying beneath him in nothing but your underwear, the beautiful black lace set he still loved so much.

“Charles..”, you warned, not wanting to spend the night begging for him to touch you.

However, that was not Charles’ plan tonight. Tonight was all about you.

About bringing you the most amount of pleasure. To quite literally show you how much you meant to him.

So he connected his lips with your skin again, kissing down your stomach to your hips.

As he slowly worked his way down your thigh, he felt your hips jerking up suddenly, desperate for his touch.

“Shhhhhh, chérie..”, his voice was soft as he watched you screw your eyes shut in anticipation when he hooked his thumbs in your slip to pull it down your legs.

He wanted to take a picture of you looking this angelic only for him.

When he finally licked the first stripe through your folds, your hands gripped onto the bed sheets tightly.

“Charles, please..”, you moaned, arching your back.

Charles wasted no time in pleasuring you, flicking his tongue inside you quickly. The small screams that left your mouth sounded like heaven to him, spurring him on even further.

“That’s it, mon amour.”, he panted, watching your face contort in pleasure as he inserted a finger.

You gripped the sheets even tighter, not caring about being quiet.

A number of curse words fell from your mouth as he added a second finger, moving them even faster than before now.

“Ch-arles.”, you moaned again, mind going foggy.

Your mouth hang open wide as you were no longer able to form a sentence, all of your senses were completely focused on Charles.

His hand that wasn’t inside of you came up to cup your breast, squeezing it lightly, pulling another moan from your lips.

He smiled against your core, proud of himself for having you a moaning mess under him within seconds.

As he sped up even further you could feel your high approaching rather rapidly. It had been too long since he last touched you, no wonder you were desperately chasing your high.

Your hips bucked up into him once more as his tongue flicked at your clit.

Charles could feel by the way you were clenching around his fingers that you were close. You just needed a few more words to push you over the edge.

“Let go, chérie. I’ve got you.”

You moaned, gripping on to his hand on your breast, brain not functioning properly anymore.

“Make a mess all over my fingers, come on darling… I know you’ve got it in you…. So good for me.”, he groaned, having to pause in-between his sentences.

And it finally sent you over the edge, your high washing over you, making you scream in pleasure. Charles watched in awe as your face contorted and you were in your own post-orgasmic bubble. He loved seeing you like this: so natural, so incredibly attractive.

You caught your breath, pulling him back up to you by his hair.

Giving him a hazy smile, you kissed him again: a silent thank you for the pleasure. Your lips connected, his tongue swirling inside your mouth.

You weren’t sure why, but this time everything felt different.

So much more personal and intimate than the times before.

Like Charles actually meant his drunken words from before. Like this was a fresh start for the both of you.

The start of something serious.

As the kiss got more heated again, you rolled on top of him, Charles letting you take over control. You sat up, straddling him while letting your fingers wander under his shirt.

You knew where to touch him to make his mind go crazy so you innocently brushed past his sensitive spot on his right side, feeling his abs tense up.

He took a sharp breath as you unbuttoned his shirt, watching you intently.

Once you had freed him of his shirt, you began kissing down his body until you reached his belt. His hand came down to push a loose strand of hair out of your face, making you smile as you looked up at him, biting down on your lip.

It was a sight Charles didn’t ever want to forget.

When you went to push down his pants he held up his hips to help you, but as soon as you leaned back over him, he grabbed your hips, rolling you back over. Your arms naturally found their way around his neck.

“Tonight is all about you, baby.”, he whispered in your ear, giving you goosebumps.

After kissing you once more he aligned himself with your entrance before pushing into you slowly. You both moaned at feeling each other again, feeling so incredibly good. “Oh my god.”, you exclaimed, having to get used to his size again.

Before he started moving he looked back up at you again, searching for permission which you happily granted him with a nod.

Slowly he pushed further into you until he was filling you up completely, your hips touching.

Your breath hitched at the sensation of the stretch.

Unlike all the other times you had slept together, Charles didn’t pick up the pace this time.

Instead he continued his slow but oh so deep thrusts into you, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

“You’re so beautiful, chérie. So tight.”, he whispered before hitting your G-spot again. You whined, pulling slightly at his roots to which he groaned into your ear.

“Gonna make me go insane, darling.”

Was this what making love felt like? Actual love? Not just a casual hookup?

Because this was definitely more than that.

This was a feeling of safety, comfort and absolute trust. Trust in the man above you who was currently making you see stars.

His steady thrusts continued, hitting all the right spots inside of you.

“Charles.. I’m.. I’m gonna..”, you stuttered, feeling that familiar knot tighten in your stomach again.

Even though you didn’t finish your sentence Charles still understood, picking up the pace to go a little bit faster.

“So good for me.”, he kept looking directly at you, watching as you tried to keep your eyes open as well.

However the feeling of him inside you made it hard not to screw your eyes shut.

“Please, Charles..”, you moaned, not sure what you were begging for.

Charles understood regardless.

He filled you up completely, resting his hips against yours for a second, then pushing even further into you.

Your mouth hang agape from the sensation, your whole body craving the release.

After a few more deep deep thrusts, it didn’t take much longer until you came undone all over his dick, his name falling from your mouth yet again.

You clenching around him was all Charles needed to send him over the edge as well, as he came only moments after you, releasing inside you.

Then he let himself collapse onto you, still resting most of his bodyweight on his arms.

His head sunk to your chest, using you as a pillow. Your hands automatically ran through his hair, the both of you staying silent while coming down from your highs.

“That was…”, you began, but Charles interrupted you: “Amazing.”

He lifted his head off your chest to look you in the eyes, studying your face again.

“Why do you keep staring so much tonight?”, you laughed, making him smile.

“I just can’t help myself, chérie. You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen..”, he answered honestly, leaving you speechless.

When you didn’t reply Charles only leaned forward, connecting your lips to a kiss that was the complete opposite of the rough, sloppy kisses you had exchanged just moments before.

This one was filled with all kinds of emotions: adoration, fear, desire and confusion…but most importantly, it was filled with love.

So much love that you thought your heart might burst.

Which is why you decided to finally take that leap of faith with him, too.

Just like he’d done before. You would give him your heart.

Trust that he wouldn’t break it this time.

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breaniebree · 4 months

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You’re going to hate me for asking… heck I hate myself for asking but now my mind has gone down a rabbit hole and I NEED answers Bree!

1) How did Harry die?

2) Who was the first person on the other side to greet Harry?

3) Where was Ginny when he died?

4) Did they have one last shag? What I really want to know… did my man die from an orgasm? lol

5) How did Ginny die?

6) Who was the first person on the other side to greet Ginny?

7) What was their reaction upon seeing each other in the other world?

I might be indirectly-intentionally trying to persuade you to write a one shot 😜

Hi, Anon!

Wow, a lot of questions!

Um....

Harry died of old age, peacefully in his bed next to his wife.

His parents -- Sirius first, then James and Lily and his whole family (parents, grandparents, etc)

Ginny was sleeping in bed next to him and she woke up a minute after he passed and she just knew. She curled into him, her cheek over his heart and told him she loved him even though he was already gone and she stayed with him until the morning before she called her children.

Absolutely. No, he did not die from an orgasm, but he was very relaxed and made love with his wife, told her he loved her, and held her in his arms before he went to sleep and never woke up again.

Ginny dies of a broken heart a few days after Harry because she's had an amazing life and her children and grandchildren have all grown up and even some of her great-grandchildren and she realizes she doesn't want to live in a world without Harry. Her family is sad, but when she goes in her sleep a few days later, no one is surprised.

Harry and standing next to him is Arthur Weasley.

Harry gave her a look and she only smiled and said, "I told you I wasn't going to let you die on me, Harry Potter." Then she hugged him tightly and then rushed into her father's outstretched arms.

#breanie #harry potter fanfiction #the world of asc #the kismet trilogy

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fallout4treasures · 2 months

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Found this extremely short story in my docs and I thought I published it here but I couldn't find it so here we go! (I've edited it some too, so if you've read it before and it's different now that's why.)

“A fallback point.” He followed her in, disheartened to see her already exploring the small cement shack and digging her way through boxes.

“What are we falling back from?” Her smile was still light, despite the confusion in her eyes.

“We're not. I am.”

Okay, he panicked. He could admit that. When he overheard Quinlan and Arthur talking about his… identity, his brain went into survival mode. He didn't want to believe it at first, but still wasn't going to wait for them to present their evidence. The sickening realization was still weighing heavily on his chest. It actually made sense. His memories, his emotions, he ideals, they were all planted in him by a computer. Probably after he was pieced together in a lab somewhere deep underground. He was what the Brotherhood stood to fight against. He was the enemy.

Leaving was absolutely the right choice, and it was technically faster just to bring Sole along. She had caught Danse right as he was sneaking into a vertibird to get back onto ground level. And for some reason she insisted on coming with on his "unknown mission" rather than let him go alone. But this wasn’t fair to her. She had no idea how much danger he put her in by bringing her. But he couldn't bear to let her go, not yet. It was coming, he knew that, but maybe for now it could wait.

Wait for what? He was piecing this together as he went, but it all seemed to be leading to one answer. It would be his last act for the Brotherhood. To put down one more Institute monster, it just happened to be himself.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to tell her himself, the look of betrayal in her eyes would be too much to handle. He decided he would send her back to the Prydwen when they got to the abandoned post. They would have one last walk together, he owed her that much.

He tried to make conversation, evading Sole's pointed questions. Where were they going? Why couldn't they bring their power suits? Why was he acting so weird? But it would end up coming to an awkward and screeching halt, leaving them to march on in silence. His mind was moving so quickly he couldn't focus on anything they were saying anyway.

Sole didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to have a synth for a friend, and she certainly didn't deserve to have everyone she cared about taken from her. But there she was, selfless, hopeful, caring. Just rolling with the punches. How did she do that?

“Are we almost there?” She finally asked, breaking another long period of silence shared between them.

“Actually, it’s right up here.” The path led up to the old outpost. She started trotting ahead, despite Danse's objections to wait.

“What is this place?” Sole called out through the open window.

“A fallback point.” He followed her in, disheartened to see her already exploring the small cement shack and digging her way through boxes.

“What are we falling back from?” Her smile was still light, despite the confusion in her eyes.

“We're not. I am.”

“What?” Sole laughed, she stopped flipping through a file to study his face. Her smile fell when he refused to meet her gaze. How could he? “But-”

“You're to report back to Elder Maxson. He’ll- he’ll want to speak to you.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“That’s an order, soldier.” Danse squared his jaw, meeting her gaze to see her eyes glistening with concern. His eyes fell in defeat, unworthy of looking at her. Sole. A flawless human being. Did he ever know her as a human? Was he replaced as far back as the Capital Wasteland? Was any of it ever real? Why would the Institute program him to care this much?

“What's going on?” Sole stepped closer, ignoring Danse's hesitation. When he didn't say anything she placed the most considerate hand on his forearm, snapping his attention solely towards her and away from his thoughts. Her soft skin, her worried eyes, her parted lips.

"You should go." He croaked out. His heart thumped into his throat. He wanted to pull away but he couldn't. Her touch was so warm, and alive. She wasn't programmed to feel this way. Her caring was pure, it was human. Everything he wasn't, apparently.

"Are you okay?" Her sympathetic voice rang in his ear.

“I’m sorry.” The words came out on their own, knowing what he was going to do before he did.

“For what?” In one sudden move Danse grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his, their bodies flushed together as he pushed her back against the wall. He felt her body halt beneath him, but it only took a moment for her mind to catch up to his actions. He let out a groan when her mouth opened up to him, letting their tongues mingle.

He found a way to shut off his mind, and he was going to take advantage of it. She felt good. Better than he had even imagined, but never in his wildest dreams did he ever think she'd kiss him back in real life. This certainly didn't feel like real life however, real life had unimaginable horrors. This felt more like his dreams, and if he tried hard enough he could even convince himself it really was a dream.

He broke away, feverishly making his way down her neck. He sunk his teeth into the soft but toned muscle, groaning at the sensual cry that left her. He kissed his way back to her lips before lifting her up for her to wrap her legs around his waist. She gave a small yelp against his lips as he pressed against her.

"Danse, just wait a sec." She panted. He pulled his head back, and all at once the shame in the pit of his stomach was back. Their eyes met and he was confused to find her staring at him in shock. The soft pads of her fingers reached to touch his cheek, and to his shock they were wet when they pulled away. Had he been crying?

Her perfect, very human, hand cupped his face with her thumb wiping the salty liquid across his cheek. Her expression broke his heart, she wouldn't feel this way if she knew the truth.

He hadn't noticed that his legs were shaking until his knees started to buckle below him. It seemed to happen so quickly. He had set her down and was sitting on the ground, with her following suit but making sure her own hands never left him. He wanted so badly to pull her close and cry into her comforting neck. But he had exploited her feelings enough.

"What's wrong?" She asked. How could he do this to her? Why would he be programmed to be so selfish? How could he feel like he loved her when he was a machine?

"Talk to me, please." She begged, thickening the lump in his throat.

"I-I… I'm sorry. I… I have to tell you something."

#fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout #paladin danse #danse #fanfic #im so in love with this man and im not even sorry #also not sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes #could not care less

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softrozene · 1 year

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John with a Pregnant S/O

Anonymous requested: hi there! i love your blog and i LOVE your writing! could i please request a john x female reader who’s pregnant and maybe add some fluff? after i saw the micah one i thought maybe to ask for one with john cause it was so great! one shot or head cannon whatever you’re most comfortable with! thank you so much ❤️

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I hope you enjoy this one! It is really sappy at the end. There is just a tiny smidge of angst again but that’s because it’s John lol. Also since Arthur does admit in the game that he would’ve married Abigail if he didn’t fall for Mary and if Abigail hadn’t fallen for John, I made him a bit sweet on the reader.

ALSO IRRELEVANT BUT- I just witnessed a totally easy to miss encounter where John tried to cheat on Abigail with Karen and I am shooketh

Originally published on March 13, 2020

John Marston x Female Reader

Warnings: Smidge of angst and an accidental plate full of angst for Arthur lmao (I did my boy wrong), fluff, pregnancy, AU where Abigail and Jack left the gang on a bad note

Words: ~1,350

“Darling, you need to go take a rest,” Arthur says in a low voice.

You ignore him as you scrub at his dirty clothing harder. He huffs but stays standing right beside you. You can tell he’s going to stay there until you rest but you feel like you need to move. Your anxiety is, after all, getting to you.

You are after all pregnant with John Marston’s baby. Only a select few people, one being Grimshaw, are aware or have suspicions since you are also hiding that fact. You are so terrified after hearing how he dealt with his ex-partner Abigail that you begged Arthur to lend you some of his clothing in an attempt to hide the bump.

Reluctantly, he has agreed. Only because he has the biggest soft spot for you and he’s the first person you told after you found out. You were going to tell John much sooner but then Dutch sent him and Hosea out on a mission that has taken far too long. It’s done a good job so far, the bump was hidden behind the large fabric, but it does look like you’ve gained a bit of weight. John Marston is no fool and you know he’ll comment on something about it.

“You are going to be just fine. John may be an idiot but he is an absolute fool for you. Any man in their right mind would be,” He admits with a small smile.

You glance up at the comforting words and stop your scrubbing. The hormones you are dealing with currently make you want to sob hysterically from his sweet words.

“You mean that Arthur Morgan?” You ask your voice already shaking.

He lets out a chuckle from knowing the drill. He opens up his arms and you immediately drop the clothing in the bucket of water to stand up and hug the man with all of your might. He answers your question.

“Damn right I mean it. If John so much as gives ya the wrong look for putting ya in this situation I will beat that little boy’s ass,” He states making you sniffle more as you try and stop your crying.

He allows you to pull away on your own time and when you do you stare up at him with those big grateful eyes that would make any man swoon over. Your smile makes his heartthrob and your words, despite feeling like an arrow pierced his heart, still make him incredibly happy.

“Thank you so much, Arthur. You certainly know how to make me feel better. You are a good man Arthur Morgan,” You state.

He can only smile and nod in return before a cough interrupts the both of you. You glance over your shoulder to see an exhausted John Marston. He eyes Arthur and you until you make the first move. You throw your arms around the man and are crying once more.

“John Marston, I missed you so much. Don’t ever agree on another job that long ever again,” You say your crying very prominent within your voice.

John chuckles at this odd welcome but pats your back. This time Arthur coughs. You and John pull away slightly and Arthur stares at John. “I reckon the both of you need to have a talk… Come get me if ya need to (Name),” He states putting his hand on your shoulder before walking off to go greet Hosea.

John raises an eyebrow and his hand cups your face to make you stare at him. “We need to talk? ‘Bout what? Wait… Are those Arthur’s clothes?”

You don’t say a word as you grab his much larger hand and pull him to your tent that Grimshaw so graciously got for you. A small cot is in the middle of it and you make him take a seat. His silence would’ve been nerving if you weren’t so used to it.

“Ah… Yes, I’m wearing Arthur’s clothes but only because I’ve been hiding something from most people here. I… I didn’t get the chance to tell you before your mission and I wasn’t planning on telling you any time soon but… I love you, John Marston,” You state as you hesitantly lift the larger shirt to reveal the tiny baby bump.

It takes a moment for the male to process what he sees. His eyes widen and he looks up at you his gaze suddenly hopeful. His hands immediately grab you by the waist and pull you close to him as he stands up.

“You’re pregnant? It’s mine?”

You laugh. “Of course it’s yours, John.”

He falters and his gaze falls just a tad. “You weren’t going to tell me? Why?”

“I got scared, John. After I heard what happened with Abigail when Jack was born… I couldn’t bear the thought…”

John realizes that Arthur was reassuring you of the worst-case scenario. Guilt floods through him. You finally drop the shirt and John takes both your hands in his. He looks at the ground as he tries to form the correct words. He’s not much for words but he feels the need to push away all of your doubts about him.

“Look (Name), I would never ever even dream of rejecting this. Abigail? She was a mess. Jack wasn’t even mine but she kept pushing him onto me. She finally gave up on trying to trick me. What I did to her though? It was not called for. It was messed up. I treated her pretty awful but I would never do that for you. Hell, if I ever think I might I’ll go ask Arthur to beat me up myself,” He admits finally looking you in the eye.

You smile and feel the waterworks coming yet again. The fool continues making you finally cry. “I love you (Name). What we have, I never want to lose. Knowing this kid is mine, I’m happy.”

You hiccup and he smiles as he brings you into a tight hug. The male gives you a few moments kissing the top of your head every once in a while until you pull away. When you do you reach for his hands once more.

“Thank you, John. I love you too. Do you want to officially announce this?” You ask softly.

John is the one that announces the pregnancy to the whole gang. A celebration was held to which John stuck with you the whole night. It was quite the opposite of when Abigail announced her pregnancy to which eased Arthur’s mind greatly.

He’s at peace knowing that John is happy with this. Your happiness with John means the world to Arthur and if John ever does anything to hurt you, Arthur will keep his promise to you.

Bonus Headcanons:

There are just so many ways John could react to this

I think if he liked the reader and she wasn’t like Abigail he would act the way he did in the one-shot

However, he will also be so awkward and in shock the entire pregnancy. He’ll be in awe since you really are his partner and the baby is really his since you gave him no reason to doubt you

If he did doubt you Arthur, Hosea, and Grimshaw would beat him up in your defense

In the one-shot, John isn’t stupid and is fully aware of Arthur’s sweet spot for you, however, he is happy that Arthur feels that way because if anything happens to him, he knows that Arthur will take care of you

He won’t be clingy but he’ll keep an eye on you and make sure you have everything you need and whatnot

Basically, John will try and be the best he can be but his anxiety will sometimes take over to which only you or Arthur can kick him out of

He will occasionally go to Arthur or Hosea if he needs to talk to someone or go out for a drink

#softrozene writes #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #john marston x reader #female reader #fluff

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poisonedfate · 3 months

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Maybe no. 3 with merthur possibly set in Ealdor but that's up yo you <3

hello!! this was SO fun to write, i almost didn't want to stop!!! do have to admit i didn't read over it properly, so i'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

prompt: "Could you be happy, here, with me?"

send me prompts

"We should head back," Merlin said, voice barely above a whisper. Arthur gave him a glance, one that would usually mean something along the lines of Are you really telling me what to do?, but as Merlin turned his head, he saw that the prince's expression was far from what he had expected. There was something in Arthur's eyes that he couldn't quite name. Merlin worried it was pity, even though he had tried to make it clear that he didn't seek it. "Don't look at me like that," he spoke up before he could even think it through. "Like what?" Arthur replied in an instant, offended. Merlin could swear there was something short of hurt in his face, only for a second.

He wasn't sure how to answer that. They had stopped walking, a field to their right, the village houses just about visible in front of them. Soon, they'd be wrapped in darkness, the sun sinking lower and lower, sky coloured with pale shades of orange between the usual blueish grey. Merlin didn't want to name it pity, not to Arthur's face, Arthur, who had decided to help him despite everything else. Especially, because he wasn't sure it was pity anyway, so he said the only thing he could think of: "Like that." Arthur sighed, stepping away from him and sitting down on the ground, back against the wooden fence. Merlin threw a confused eyebrow at him, but the prince just faintly tipped his head to the left of him in response. He stood for a second longer, before deciding not to fight whatever it was that Arthur had in mind, sitting down next to him, far enough so he could cross his legs without bumping into the other. "Don't get me wrong," Merlin began, annoyance already creeping into Arthur's features, "this is great, who doesn't love some nature bonding time, but isn't your noble...behind too precious for this or something?" he squinted at Arthur, as if genuinely curious. "I've slept in the woods!" the prince exclaimed, making Merlin bite back a laugh. "Yes, sire, but that was out of necessity, noble duty and all, but this? Well, this is just an act of defiance," he mused. Arthur laughed, somewhat surprised, hand pushing against his shoulder, as Merlin himself broke into a laugh too. They settled into a comfortable silence after that, watching the colours above them change, and how the calm wind moved the field into a peaceful rhythm. It was after Merlin had stared in the direction of the village perhaps for too long, when Arthur spoke again: "Could you be happy here?" There must've been something sorrowful in his face, as the prince quickly added: "After we've made sure it's safe here again, of course, after- once everyone is alright." Merlin looked away then, plucking at the grass. "I don't know. I left- I left for a reason, and I, um, miss it but.." he inhaled, attempting to keep his voice steady, "who'd take care of you if I wasn't there," a small smile tugged at his lips. Arthur smiled too, though his was not much happier than Merlin's own. The sudden touch almost made Merlin jump, as the prince took hold of his hand, the one still playing with the grass. He took it into his own, tracing the lines of his palm with his fingers. "Could you be happy, here, with me?" Arthur asked quietly, like he wasn't sure he even wanted the other to hear it. Merlin's eyes snapped up, but this time, it was Arthur who wouldn't look at him. "Could you be happy here?" he finally answered with a question, unsure. Arthur gave a humourless laugh at that. "Maybe," he replied after a beat of silence, still as quiet as before, catching Merlin's eyes. He knew it could never happen, knew it wasn't really something Arthur was asking for, but he also knew that the other was looking for an answer, even if it wasn't about this. "I'd be happy with you," he whispered.

#thank you so so so much for asking!!!!!!#kisses #q's #ask game #merthur

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