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ham1lton · 16 days

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PARTY IN THE U.S.A!

pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader.

faceclaim: rachel mcadams.

summary: before the miami grand prix, o/s posts you and charles goes on a journey to find you. too bad that time has plans of its own.

author’s note: the request said you wanted to have reader be introduced to charles through another driver’s gf but because i’m egotistical, i chose to link this to the nepo sister universe. so they meet through o/s. also i changed it up slightly! this can be read independently of the nsu but it’ll be more enjoyable if you read the other works.

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oldersister: our new film ‘material girl’ is now out! enjoy my cameo in my best friend’s film! so proud of her and the most incredible team who worked with us to create this incredible film. thank you for allowing me to be a part of this 💕

neposisreader: a smile might be good.

-> oldersister: nothing to smile about in my life.

-> neposisreader: i already apologised for bringing lando to dinner without a warning!

user3: running to the cinema to watch this!

user1: so jealous of her life icl.

user4: no cause i had no clue o/s and y/n are childhood besties?! this changes everything.

user5: the two pretty best friends everyone has been looking for.

landonorris: whooo look at my sister in law 🥳

-> oldersister: blocking you immediately actually.

-> landonorris: WAIT !! 😩😭

user6: what’s charles doing here in the likes 🤨

-> user7: he’s friends with o/s. that’s probably all there is to it.

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yourusername: i had the best time working with the most magnificent group of people on this movie. ‘material girl’ is currently out! i had the opportunity to work with the best and make something truly unforgettable. keep an eye out for my bestie’s cameo! also my niece came to come visit me on set. my favourite gift <3

neposisreader: mrs fluffkins is evil.

-> yourusername: she’s an angel!

-> oldersister: exactly! thank you!!

-> yourusername: you know i got you bestie 😘

user1: you look so good in this shade of blonde!

user2: brb running to get my regina george halloween costume.

user3: charles liking y/n related posts? hmmm 🤨 you not slick baby.

*liked by landonorris.*

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ynswife: our girl y/n dropped to the jimmy fallon show to spill all the gossip about her newest film, her love of miami and her best friend oldersister.

user1: i love her tan and this hair on her!

-> user2: she’s always so happy and bubbly after spending time with o/s. that’s truly her girl.

user3: i watched material girl with my best friends and i almost cried at the end when regina had her big speech. i love y/n’s acting sm.

-> user4: she’s going to be in the david fincher adaptation of gone girl! so excited for her! she’s gonna kill it!

user8: did you guys notice how she stayed silent when the topic of her love life came up? she’s always so quick to mention she’s single….

-> user9: when she comes out as dating o/s >>>>

-> user17: when the doctors come back with your tests and legally diagnose you with delusional tendencies >>>

-> user12: what if she’s dating charles?? he’s been interacting with a lot of her accounts recently…

-> user7: i’m gonna put my hand on yours when i say this okay? that’s not happening beloved.

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yourusername: miami i lovee youu 😘

oldersister: when did you take that pic of us?

-> yourusername: the lady behind us took it! she sent it to me through airdrop <3 you looked so cute i had to post it.

-> user1: they’re 100% dating.

-> user2: nah they’re definitely friends.

user3: WHO IS THE GUY IN THE THIRD PIC?

-> user4: it’s her costar! the proportions match!

-> charles_leclerc: no it isn’t. lol.

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charles_leclerc: here is my ‘hard launch’ and now that i’ve got your attention. go watch my amazing talented girlfriend in her newest movie ‘material girl’.

oldersister: i still don’t like this.

-> landonorris: charles and i are in-laws now 😘

-> oldersister: who unblocked you from my instagram???

-> landonorris: WAIT NO 😭

user1: yasss watch this masterpiece of a movie!!

*liked by charles_leclerc.*

user2: king of promotion. y/n needs to get him a job in the marketing department.

danielricciardo: watched this film five times and if you saw me cry… no i didn’t.

user3: they’re actually so cute together?? this is growing on me.

yourusername: approved ✔️

-> charles_leclerc: just jumped in joy 😍‼️

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rorywritesjunk · 5 months

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I can't tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story. Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He's young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him. Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy's in his early 20s. He's an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. There's 3 new characters thrown in because why not? Future Wife gets a name as well! A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he's a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be. I just started on the 4th chapter but I'm excited to write it out! I had fun with the original fic and decided to write the prequel to how they met. Enjoy! Title comes from "Wake Me Up" by Avicii. TAGLIST (if you want to be added just let me know!): @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates (I didn't add others from the previous story because I didn't want to assume you'd want to be added, so please let me know if you want to be tagged<3)

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 1

He burst into the shop like waves crashing against the rocks: loud and violent. The door slammed open, catching the two teen girls by surprise while your boss looked at him disapprovingly. The young man glared at her as he stomped up to the desk, removing his jacket with a flourish before throwing it down onto the counter.

“I need this repaired now!” He demanded as he dropped three buttons down on top of the fabric. “These damn things fell off!”

The older woman glared at him and crossed her arms. She wasn't bothered by some demanding young pirate like him. She was used to it having her shop in a town that was frequented by pirates of all experiences and ages. The upside was that the pirates paid well for her shop’s services, but the downside was the up and coming pirates with egos the size of the sea.

“And?” The shopkeeper retorted. “You come in here demanding help like that? Why should we help?”

He didn't expect the pushback and it showed on his face. “B-Because my coat is ruined and needs to be fixed!” He pointed to the three buttons that had fallen off, loose threads still attached to them. “I need these to be put back on!”

“Hm, one of my girls could do it, but I don't know if I want your business.”

“Excuse me?!” The pirate exclaimed. “Do you know who you're talking to?!”

“No, not at all.”

Before the pirate could explode into a tirade you stepped into the shop from the backroom, frowning as you came to see what the noise was about. There was your boss, not taking any shit from the young pirate who looked like he had steam coming out of his ears. The other two apprentices were working at a table nearby, watching the exchange take place.

“What's going on?” You asked as you walked over to your boss. You saw the coat and reached out to touch the fabric. “Oh, this is lovely. What's wrong with it?”

“The buttons fell off.” The pirate told you, jaw clenched as he glared at your boss. The older woman didn't back down, arms crossed as she stared right back at him.

“Oh, I can fix that.” You said as you collected the buttons and picked up the coat. You smiled at the pirate; he swallowed heavily and looked uncomfortable with you taking his things away like that. “Can you give me about an hour?”

Your boss turned her attention to you with her eyes narrowed. “You don't have to, I was about to kick him out.”

“I don't mind.” You said with a smile. “We shouldn't turn business away.”

Your boss grumbled and looked at the pirate. “Tell me your name and then come back in an hour, do you understand?”

He didn't hear her at first, too busy staring at you as you walked away with the buttons in one hand and his coat draped over your arm. Why did you offer to help after he just made a scene? The boss was glaring at him and waved her hand in front of his face.

“Young man? Your name?” She insisted. He finally looked at her, a scowl on his face once more.

“Captain Buggy the Clown.”

She said nothing as she wrote his name down on a claim ticket. She tore the ticket and gave one half to him. “One hour and you better have berry to pay.”

He snatched it out of her hand, glaring at her as he turned to storm out of the shop. Your boss just shook her head. She loved having you around but at the same time you caused as much trouble as the ruffian pirates who came by. Hopefully he would just be a one time customer.

When he returned an hour later, you were at the counter. His coat was hanging up behind you, the buttons reattached and shining like new coins. The rest looked brand new as well. He frowned as you looked up from your book. You smiled brightly when you saw him and he avoided your gaze, turning his attention back to his fixed coat.

“You're back!” You beamed as you turned to get the coat for him. “I fixed the three that fell off and made sure the rest were properly sewn on as well, so you shouldn't have any problems with them.”

Buggy took the coat from you, inspecting the buttons by tugging on them. They were secured, even better than before, and they all looked like they had been polished by how shiny they were. He looked at you suspiciously as he put his coat back on. You walked around the counter to him and he took a step back. Without a word you smoothed out the shoulders of the coat, ensuring they laid flat before you reached down to lift the hem of the coat up, pointing to the inside.

“The lining was starting to come undone so I mended that for you as well.” You pointed out before dropping it and straightening back up. Buggy’s face started to redden as he continued to scowl.

“I'm not paying you for extra work!” He snapped. You smiled at him and shook your head.

“It's a courtesy.” You told him as you went to grab his bill. “You're paying just for the three buttons I sewed back on, everything else I chose to do.”

He took the bill from you, scowl now a frown. “Why?”

“Hm? Why what?”

“Why did you do all that extra mending?” He asked, suspicion in his voice as he reached into his pocket for payment. “What do you want from me?”

“Oh!” You chuckled and shook your head. “Nothing, but pirates pass through here all the time and I don't want you to have to come back for more services, you know. I figured if I got your coat into a newer condition you wouldn't have to come back.”

Honestly, you were providing the ultimate customer service to him, but Buggy thought it was almost insulting you didn't want him to come back. Sure, once he got back on his ship he wouldn't come back this way, but at the same time…

He glared at you and grabbed your hand, slamming the payment onto your palm. His cheeks were red like his nose at that moment, and before you could check to see if he paid the right amount he hurried from the shop, door slamming behind him. You shrugged and went behind the counter, counting out the berry. He paid over what the cost of services were and you sighed. He didn't even wait for his change.

“He was scary.” Livia whined over dinner that night as you stood at the stove, stirring the soup while Edith set the table. “Is that pirate going to come back?”

“No, I don't think he will.” You assured her as you flashed her a smile. “I made sure his coat was like new, so don't worry.”

“Why were you even nice to him?” Edith asked with a frown. “He was a jerk to Miss Pins.”

“I was taught to be nice to everyone because you don't know everyone's story, you know?” You told the younger girls. They were newer apprentices for Miss Pins while you were nearing the end of your 10 year apprenticeship. The two were only 14 and 15, whereas you were about to turn 24 with your birthday a few months away. “He could be really nice and just having a bad day.”

“Or he's just mean “ Livia said, making a face. “And did you see his nose? D’you think that was real or fake?”

“I bet it was fake.” Edith said as she sat down. “It seems like a lot of pirates have themes and stuff. I heard there was one who had a crew called the Black Cats and I think his ship has cats on it.” She looked over at you. “So that clown pirate is probably wearing it just for show.”

You just shrugged as you checked the flavor of the soup before adding in some ginger to it. “I wouldn’t know, but dinner is ready. Livia, can you go get Miss Pins? And Edith, can you slice some bread for us?”

Livia pushed away from the table and bounced out of the kitchen to go find their caretaker. Edith looked at you as she started cutting some slices of bread.

“He was really mean, you know.” She said as she put the pieces on a plate. “I don’t think you should have been so nice to him. What if he comes back?”

“I’ll still be nice to him because there’s no reason not to be.” You told her as you went to the table to grab the bowls one by one, filling them with soup. “And he wasn’t a threat, just loud.”

“I didn’t like how loud he was.” Edith sighed.

“If he comes back, just call for me and I’ll help him.” You assured her. “Honestly.”

The younger girl didn’t look convinced but didn’t say anything. Livia returned a few minutes later with Miss Pins and everyone sat down. Dinner was always a peaceful affair, discussing how the day went and what to expect for the next day. Mostly it was assigning the younger girls chores and tasks while you helped Miss Pins with the running of the shop. You had some errands to run in the morning before the shop opened, grabbing groceries and just stretching your legs.

When everyone finished, you took care of cleaning the kitchen while the two girls went to their shared room. Your boss looked at you from her place at the table.

“If that pirate shows up again, you turn him away.” She told you. “I didn’t like him one bit.”

“He’s not the first one to act like that.” You replied as you wiped down the counter. “And he won’t be the last.”

“I didn’t care for him.”

You grinned at your boss. “You don’t like anyone who comes in the door if they aren’t kissing your feet and saying how wonderful you are.”

“Well, they should be saying how wonderful I am since I’m the only one on this damn island willing to help those pesky pirates.” She retorted as she glared at you. “I’m serious, if he comes in you turn him away.”

“Okay, okay. If he comes in I’ll tell him we’re closed.” You smiled. “I don’t think he’d believe me but I’ll make sure to tell him.”

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 10 months

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Western Nights.

You don't expect to bump into your dad's best friend Javier in a church basement on the outskirts of town. You also didn't expect to fall in love with him. Life seems to be full of surprises - and Javier was the biggest surprise of all.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 3.6k

Warnings - cursing. sexual content at the end. talk and themes of PTSD. brief mention of domestic abuse. several mentions of panic attacks. age gap (but all very legal and consensual). smut in future chapters.

Author's Note - it's finally here!! i've had this idea for so long and i'm so glad to finally put pen to paper. the dads best friend trope is one of my biggest weaknesses and javier peña is my favourite character ever, so naturally this was born. this fic will tackle some topics that may be a little tough for some people, so make sure to read the warnings!! can't wait to get this up on its feet and running, and for javi and peaches story to develop <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! <3

Masterlist. Requests.

Series Masterlist. The Playlist.

Healing isn't linear. Recovery is a journey. This is a choice I have to make. No one else can make it for me.

You're repeating reassurances to yourself in your mind as you descend the stairs to the basement.

It's dimly lit, and it takes your eyes a minute to adjust. When they do, you're able to make out an old, heavy, oak wood lectern at the front of the room. Rows of flimsy plastic chairs are set almost as an audience, and tables line the edges. The carpet is worn, beige, and stained, the entire space smelling like must and bad coffee. You wonder how many girls like you have stepped foot in here in the past.

You pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your wrists and stick to the back wall, willing yourself to become invisible. Watching as people mill in slowly, you take a deep, steadying breath. In for 4. Hold for 4. Out for 6.

"Hi!" a middle aged, dyed blonde, motherly woman screeches at you. The cadence of her voice makes you jump.

"Sorry, sweetpea! Didn't mean to scare you," she looks you up and down before continuing. "You're new here, ain't ya?"

Her southern accent, albeit very high pitched, is somewhat comforting. It's something familiar in this room full of the unknown.

"Yeah," you just about manage to choke out.

She surveys you again, this time with no judgment. You realise she's just trying to figure you out, as you are her.

"If you need anything, just come find me. I'm Primrose."

You smile gently at the floral moniker, and decide that Primrose might be some much needed support. Her motherly aura was calming you ever so slightly.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, if we could all talk a seat, that'd be fantastic."

A tall, curly haired man - who can't be more than 30 - wearing a name tag sticker that reads 'Tobias' has taken his place behind the lectern, gesturing at everyone to sit down. You pick a chair near the back, slouching down and ducking your head.

"Wonderful. Hi, everyone."

A chorus of hellos echoes around the room, everyone clearly used to this routine.

"For anyone who's new here, I'm Tobias, but everyone calls me Tobi. I've been a Priest for the last five years, and I've been running this group for the last two. Usually, how it works is that we get a few people to come up and speak through their experiences."

Your chest tightens, and you have to remind yourself to keep breathing. As if he sees your panic, Tobi continues.

"Most people find that being able to talk freely and without judgment is a useful coping mechanism. PTSD is complex, and it isn't something that can ever be fully 'cured' - but we can find ways to make things easier. You're in a room full of ladies and gentlemen that might not understand your experience, but definitely understand your feelings."

He catches your eyes across the depth of the room and smiles gently. You muster up the strength to smile back cautiously, and he nods before speaking again.

"Some just come here to listen. Others find it beneficial to talk. No one is going to pressure you, judge you, or scald you. This is a safe space. Share as much or as little as you'd like. Okay?"

Everyone nods and murmurs in agreement. Tobi seems to have a way of reassuring the entire room without really trying. He's calming, tender hearted, genuine. You like him already.

"Who wants to start?"

Primrose shoots up out of her chair on the front row and makes her way to the front. Tobi squeezes her shoulder as she passes, and she beams at him.

"Hi, y'all! I'm Primrose."

The room is clearly familiar with the blonde ball of excitement. Everyone yells greetings at her, her energy almost infectious.

"Most of you know my story, but just in case you don't -"

Her eyes flit to you briefly, and she smiles. You half smile back, relaxing slightly.

"I was in a marriage where I suffered domestic abuse. He used to hit me, manipulate me, call me names. You think it, he did it."

She takes a breath, putting the smile back on her face where it's faltered.

"I have some news to share. I'm engaged!"

A few people jump out of their seats to hug her, congratulating her with pats on the back and yelled excitement.

"Thank y'all, thank y'all! I couldn't wait to tell you guys. I just... I never thought that I could ever be happy again. I certainly never thought that I'd ever find the courage to be with another man, after everything. But I've found someone amazing. And he treats me like a queen. So, to anyone who's new here - it is possible. I promise you. Y'all better help me pick out a dress!"

The room erupts into applause, and Primrose smiles so bright you're surprised the lights don't shatter.

After Primrose, an elderly man named Walter takes the stage. He explains his experience in the military, and the trauma and violence he witnessed for years. You learn that he's a recovering alcoholic, who wasn't had a drink for 9 years. He shakes slightly where he stands, leaning against the cane in his hand. You can tell he's lived through hell.

Finally, after Walter, Tobi stands at the lectern. He's the sole survivor of a car accident that killed his two best friends. After struggling to cope, he turned to God, and became a Priest to better help people just like him in his community. He speaks with such ease, such grace. A wave of calm sweeps over the room as everyone listens intently.

He checks the brown leather strapped watch on his right wrist before clicking his tongue.

"Well, folks, that's all the time we have for today! Feel free to stick around and chat to each other, as always. There's coffee and cookies on the table, and Janet made some of her famous honey loaf too. Thanks for coming. Same time next week?"

Everyone agrees in shouts and thumbs up directed towards the front. Slowly, people rise, stacking their chairs away before making their way over to the table where the coffee sits next to the styrofoam cups.

You remain seated for a little longer, catching your breath. Your teeth are digging into your bottom lip, knawing at it anxiously. You suddenly taste pennies, and lick up the blood quickly with your tongue.

Standing up shakily, you fold your chair at its hinges and add it to the stack at the front of the room. A yawn overtakes you, tiredness suddenly settling into your bones.

Coffee. You need coffee.

You make your way over to the tables, timidly smiling at Primrose as she shows off her ring to a small group of people. Just as you reach over and grab an empty cup, you become suddenly aware of a presence behind you.

"Don't drink that."

A warm, rich, booming voice hits your ears. The large, looming presence comes a little closer, towering over you.

"Trust me, honey. It's the worst coffee you'll ever taste in your life."

You know that voice, it's familiar timbre.

Javier Peña.

You turn around to be met with the sight of him peering down at you intently. He's wearing a flannel and blue jeans, heavy boots on his feet. He smells like musk, sandalwood, and the Texan heat.

God, he looks good. He's strikingly handsome. Objectively attractive. Everyone in your town agrees that Javier Peña is one beautiful man.

And seemingly unattainable. Since leaving Lorraine at the altar years ago, no one has heard any word of Javier so much as dating.

"Such a waste," your mom always says. "Gorgeous man like that. He could have anyone he wants!"

And it's true. Chocolate hair, broad shoulders, strong thighs. The man is a heartthrob.

A heartthrob with a secret, apparently.

"Javier?" you question. "What are you doing here?"

It's now you realise that he's here. At the meeting. You've done such a good job of keeping your head down, going relatively unnoticed. And now, staring down at you, is your dad's best friend. So much for covert.

He must see the realisation on your face. Or maybe he notices the way your breathing quickens. Either way, he places a warm palm on your shoulder, looking at you carefully.

"Hey. It's okay," he reassures. "I won't tell if you won't."

You nod meekly, trying to stay calm. In for 4, hold for 4, out for 6.

The basement suddenly feels too small, too dark, too stuffy. The carpet is too scratchy, the chairs too hard, the table too white. You need to get out before your chest caves in.

"You know, if you still want coffee, there's a diner like ten minutes from here. They do really good pie," Javier tells you, distracting you from your impending panic attack.

You take a breath and nod.

"Yeah. Okay. I like pie."

"Come on," he encourages, gesturing at you to lead the way. "Walk with me."

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You and Javier walk steadily side by side in silence, fingers occasionally accidentally brushing each other. After it happens twice, you decide to put your hands in your pockets the rest of the way, ignoring the warmth that radiates off him.

You eventually arrive at Cherry Pie Diner. The neon sign is blinding, shades of bright pink, yellow and blue flashing and flickering. Inside, the white overhead lights illuminate classic red leather booth seats and waitresses in pinafore aprons.

"Here we are. When you go in, ask for JoJo. She'll take care of you," he winks.

You stand stuck in your place on the sidewalk for a minute, processing his words.

"You're not coming in?"

He seems taken aback by your question. Now he's the one processing.

"You... uh - you want me to?"

"I, uh, yeah. I mean... if you're not busy... I just, uh - nevermind. Sorry. Forget I said anything."

"I didn't want to overstep, you know, it, uh- But if it's okay with you... I could do with some coffee."

Javier smiles at you gently, gauging your reaction. When you smile back hesitantly, he pushes open the door to the diner, gesturing at you to head inside.

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"What looks good, honey?"

You raise your eyes from the menu you were staring at intently to quirk your brow at Javier.

"Hmm?"

"I asked if anything looked good," he repeats kindly.

"I, um, I'm not sure. What do you recommend?"

"The peach pie," he says without hesitation.

The quick response makes you laugh, the melody of it tugging at Javier's heart strings. He realises, sadly, that he hasn't heard that sound in a hell of a long time.

"Listen, I know it's not anyone's go to," he justifies, "but it's honestly the best thing on the menu. There's nothin' like it."

"Okay," you say with complete certainty. "Peach pie it is."

JoJo is a bubbly, Southern woman with rosy cheeks and a smile that never seems to falter. She takes your orders happily, flirting with Javier like you weren't sat watching, confusion and awkwardness plastered across your face.

"You two seem close," you approach gently, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah, I know her husband. JoJo's been serving me here for at least 10 years. Peach pie, every time," he laughs.

"I'm usually a cherry pie girl. Maybe you'll convert me."

You both sip steadily at your coffees, humming in contentment at your first bites of pie. Halfway through your slice, you break the silence.

"Okay, fine. This might be the best pie I've ever had."

"I told you," he smirks. "I'll never lead you wrong, honey. Promise. Not where pie is concerned, anyway."

You finish off your slices in comfortable quiet, neither of you quite sure what to say next.

"So, uh... about tonight..." you begin nervously.

"I won't tell anyone I saw you, cariño. I swear."

You breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Javi. Really."

Javi. The nickname so rarely used, it makes his heart stutter for a second.

"You're... you're not gonna ask what I was doing at that meeting?"

He tilts his head slightly, gazing at you carefully before replying.

"If you wanted to tell me, you would. I'm not gonna push you. These things take time."

He smiles like he knows. You think, maybe, he does.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, sweetheart."

A breath. In for 4, hold for 4, out for 6.

"Was that your first meeting too?"

He shakes his head, soft curls rippling.

"I've been going for a few months. I sneak out of town every week, so I'm pretty sure Chucho thinks I'm having a secret love affair. He doesn't ask questions."

You both laugh, and JoJo's head whips up, her curiosity peaked. She's never heard Javier laugh like this. Sure, he chuckles at her jokes, but the sound doesn't usually reach the corners of the room like that.

"He'd probably love it if you were, you know. Your love life is often a topic of conversation in my house, among many others in our neighbourhood."

He scoffs, and kicks your foot under the table teasingly.

"Man, nothing happens in that damn town, does it?"

"Nothing at all. Think we're overdue a secret love affair from you, Mr Peña. It might liven things up a little."

"Shut it, you," he chuckles, rolling his eyes.

You pull the sleeves of your sweater back down over your wrists again.

"I haven't seen you in a while. Think my dad is starting to get worried, you know."

A deep crease appears between his brows abruptly, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I've just been busy, I guess. Tryna sort my shit out," he snickers dryly, no real humour in it.

"So did you do it?"

"Hmm?"

"Sort your shit out?"

Now he laughs genuinely, bright smile gracing his cheeks.

"Absolutely fucking not."

"Man, I know the feeling," you reassure.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Your breathing speeds up slightly, eyes darting around the room. Javier notices, reaching across the booth to grab your hand. He intertwines his fingers with yours, thumb rubbing comforting patterns on your skin. You take a deep breath. In for 4, hold for 4, out for 6.

"I feel like... like I'm... uh...," he nods at you reassuringly, squeezing your hand a little tighter. "I feel like I'm drowning. I'm barely keeping my head above water at any given moment. And I'm tired, Javi. Fuck, I'm tired."

A warm, salty tear escapes you, running down your cheek. Javi leans forward and brushes it away with his thumb, big brown eyes never leaving yours.

"It's okay, cariño. You're okay," he murmurs. "I get it. God, I get it."

"You do?" you sniffle.

"I do," he confirms. "More than you could ever know. And I know how lonely it feels. But I promise you, sweetheart. You're not alone. Not anymore."

His voice is like warm honey, soothing and golden. It melts into you, releases some of the tension from your shoulders. The tightness in your chest loosens slightly, and you take a deep breath. You find the courage to look at him again, and find that he hasn't taken his eyes off you once. His gaze is like an anchor, tethering you to reality. You surprise yourself by not wanting to shy away from the intensity of it. No, you want more.

Javier lets go of your hand to trace his fingertips up your forearm. He draws patterns carefully, as if he's learning every inch of you, committing you to memory. Like he isn't sure when he'll get to touch you like this again. If he'll get to touch you like this again.

You're still looking at each other, neither of you gathering the courage to look away. It's as if Javi is reading the words off the very surface of your soul. You're not sure you've ever felt so understood in your life. It terrifies you.

Without thinking, you grab a hold of Javier's hand and raise it to your lips, kissing each of his knuckles gently. The tenderness makes his heart ache.

"Hermosa," he sighs almost wistfully.

The sound of his voice snaps you back to the present moment.

"I'm sorry," you stutter, letting go of him. "Fuck, Javi, sorry. I don't - oh, I... fuck."

"Why do you do it?" he asks.

"Do... do what?"

"Apologise for everything. Every other word out of your mouth is 'sorry'," he chuckles affectionately.

"Sorry," you mumble without thinking. You pause, registering your words. The two of you break out into laughter, clutching at your stomachs.

"Are you?"

"Am I...?"

"Are you sorry? Or do you just say it because you think people want to hear it? You can't apologise for your entire existence, cariño."

You look into those warm, chocolate eyes, and realise he's read you for filth. He's right.

"I'm not sorry," you whisper.

He quirks a brow and nods attentively, urging you to continue.

"For... for what I just did. I'm not sorry."

You're praying that he understands what you're trying to say. I'm not sorry for my tender gesture. I'm not sorry for this connection we've made. I'm not sorry for my soft heart.

"I'm not either," he replies, barely above a murmur. You hear him, clear as day.

You reach out, this time, and interlock your fingers with his across the table. His large hand envelopes yours, and he squeezes. It effects you more than it probably should.

JoJo drops a plate behind the counter, the red and white china shattering across the checkerboard floor. The smash snaps you both out of the moment, making you jump. Your heart kicks into overdrive, battering against your ribcage.

"Hermosa, it's alright. Just a plate."

You hear him, but your nervous system doesn't seem to want to cooperate. Your breaths become laboured and frantic, and your hold on Javi's hand tightens almost painfully.

"Come on, Peaches, let's get out of here. It's getting late."

Javier stands from his bench seat and pulls you up with him, never once removing his fingers from where they're locked with yours. He shoots a smile over to JoJo, who returns it with glee. The two of you walk across the parking lot, hand in hand, illuminated by the neon light of the diner's sign. The colours dance across Javier's cheekbones, reflecting off the brush of his mustache, painting the rich brown warmth of his hair. He's never looked more handsome.

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"Peaches."

"Hmm?" Javier asks from where he's leaning against the side of your car, back in the church parking lot.

"You called me Peaches. In the diner."

He nods, smirk etched on his streetlit face.

"Because of the pie."

"Because of the pie," he echoes.

"I like it," you confess quietly. "Peaches."

Javier pushes off the vehicle and stands, towering over you. Without a second thought, he brushes a thumb over your cheekbone in a featherlight touch.

"Sweet like peaches," he murmurs. "Too fuckin' sweet for a world like this one."

You look up at him, breath catching in your throat when you meet his eyes. He's gazing at you with adoration. With tenderness. With so much softness. Your knees go weak with the weight of it all.

It hits you, suddenly. The realisation.

You want to kiss him.

You want to kiss Javier Peña.

You want to kiss him more than you've ever wanted to kiss anyone in your entire life.

You're stood in the parking lot of a church on the outskirts of town with your dad's best friend and you're feeling the closest thing to happy you've felt in months.

You take a step forward, closing the gap between you. The warmth radiating from the older man settles itself in your bones, shielding you from the chill of the night. Just as you tilt your face up towards his, your phone buzzes.

Jumping apart as if you've been caught, you check your messages with shaky hands.

"It's my mom. She thinks I'm with a friend, so she's just checking in. She doesn't like it when I drive in the dark."

The mention of your mother snaps Javier out of his peachy haze.

"You should get back, cariño. It's late. Sorry for keeping you."

"Now who's apologising for no reason?"

He laughs, and you feel like you've won a gold medal. An achievement in its own right.

You climb into the drivers seat of your car, starting up the engine. Just as you're about to leave, Javi taps on the window. You roll it down.

"Same time next week, Peaches?"

"Same time next week, Javi."

You drive away with a smile on your face and a warmth in your stomach, the taste of peach still lingering on your lips. You notice that Javier drives behind you steadily, following you carefully to make sure you get home safe.

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You're staring at the ceiling.

You're plagued by insomnia.

According to the Internet, it goes hand in hand with your PTSD. You make a mental note to work up the courage to ask Tobi about it in the next meeting.

You lie in bed, watching as the sunlight slowly illuminates the room. Usually, you'll make a cup of tea, read a book, watch a TV show. Pace around the room like a caged animal. Count sheep. Do yoga. Listen to music.

Tonight, you take a different approach.

Tonight, you slip a hand under the waistband of your underwear, and replay the way Javi murmured your name in the diner on repeat.

It does the trick.

@frogers @farintonorth @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @pedrobaby @grace46 @harriedandharassed

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chrisbangsbf · 2 months

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Chan/Felix

Explicit | 950 words

Tags: virgin chan x experienced felix, fwb, docking, masturbation, cum as lube, uncut chanlix agenda rise!

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"So, how do we– do we just..." Chris asks, dick grasped firmly in his hand. All too awkward and adorable.

Felix can't help but smile. It isn't like he's done this before either, but it seems pretty self explanatory. Poor Chris and his brain's tendency to go staticky and useless under pressure.

When he’d asked what Chris wanted to start their friends with benefits journey with, this definitely hadn't been what he expected. But really, who cares where they start? He’s just glad to finally be able to get his hands on him.

"Here, scoot closer," Felix guides, smiling as he sits up on his knees and waits for Chris to press up against him.

It's hot even just like this, to be honest, with their hard cocks touching and Chris looking at him with curious excitement and expectation. His ears are red and his lower lip is extra puffy from the way they’ve been kissing for these past few minutes.

When Felix reaches out slowly to wrap his fingers around Chris and slide his foreskin back ever so slightly, it releases a fat stream of precome, and he finds himself giggling before he can stop himself. Chris' face twists, but Felix is quick to reassure him, "It's cute. Look how wet you are, hyung."

The elder whines, and Felix decides quickly that pathetic embarrassment is a really good look on him. It’s really hard to not want to skip straight ahead to where he’s bouncing on his leaky cock.

“Do you get that wet?” Chris asks, a little insecure.

Felix smiles, teeth bright and white as he takes his other hand and pulls his own foreskin back to reveal his shiny cockhead. Chris’ eyes go wide at the sight, and it makes Felix twitch in his hand. “Sometimes. Only if I’m really into it, though,” he teases.

“So, you’re really into this?” Chris grins.

“Come on, hyung. Look at us,” Felix hisses, carefully pressing their sticky tips together. Chris jerks like he’s been electrocuted and his hands immediately go to Felix’s hips to steady himself. “This is, like, stupid hot.”

“Shit– yeah it is,” Chris curses. His hips stutter forward and Felix polishes their combined wetness over their sensitive crowns. The sound is wet, squelching between his fingers.

“You like me playing with your sensitive cock like this?” Felix asks, abandoning his own cock for a moment in favor of stroking Chris fully. All the way from the bottom to the top in his tight, slick fist.

Chris lets out a breathy noise of pleasure, something Felix instantly hopes he will get to hear plenty more of in the future. “I’m gonna come way too fucking fast. Just letting you know” he says, laughing incredulously at himself.

“Nuh uh, not until I say,” Felix immediately responds, giggling as he tightens his grip and watches his friend’s body tense and shake.

“Lix–” Chris whines. He even pouts his lips, which Felix doesn’t deny himself from leaning forward to kiss. “Come on, put ‘em back together.”

“Okay, okay.” Felix laughs. “Needy thing.”

After watching chill bumps spread across Chris’ muscular arms, Felix shifts and takes both of them back into his hands, gently pulling their foreskins back and lining them up. The moment their tips kiss again, he feels Chris get even wetter, precome leaking out against his own slit. The first move, dragging Chris’ loose skin up over both of them, makes both of their hips jerk.

“Oh,” Chris gasps, watching with rapt attention as Felix moves his hand the other way, which pulls his foreskin back and brings Felix’s over his cockhead instead. The sight alone is enough to make him dizzy.

“Feels kinda weird,” Felix admits, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, but he continues moving his hand back and forth over the both of them. “I think I can definitely get off like this. Can you?”

It takes Chris a moment to realize Felix is talking directly to him, but it’s easy for him to nod his head and bite his lip. “Fuck, Lix. I’m… I think I’m already about to.”

“Yeah? Gonna come all up inside my foreskin, hyung?” Felix strokes them faster, using both hands now to keep them from slipping apart. “Go on, ‘s gonna feel so good,” he slurs.

“I’m gonna–” Chris tries to say, but he’s collapsing against Felix’s body before he can finish his sentence. Trembling with pleasure, Chris holds onto Felix’s freckled shoulders and spills out between them. When he said he wouldn't last long, he didn't think it would only take two minutes.

The feeling of Chris’ hot cum working its way into a frothy mess around him and leaking out between his fingers has Felix cursing out loud. He lets go of their cocks with a lust drunk smirk. “Fuck, look at that,” he says, spreading his fingers apart and watching the cum string between them like spiderwebs. His cock is also absolutely dripping with it, white and thick and perfect for Felix to spread down the rest of his length.

“Oh my god,” he hears Chris say, body sagging back onto the mattress.

Felix groans, fisting his cock furiously with Chris’ cum all over him. It doesn’t take much longer until he’s shooting ropes against Chris’ stomach and pubes as well, milking himself dry before falling bonelessly beside him.

Out of breath, Felix finds himself laughing for the umpteenth time, rolling his head to the side only to find Chris slack jawed and staring at the ceiling. “You good, bro?”

Smacking his dry lips together, Chris meets his eyes and laughs too. Eyes crinkling with joy. “Whaddyu think about trying snowballing next?”

#chanlix #chanlix smut #chan #felix #skz #stray kids #skz smut #stray kids smut #chrisbangsbf

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twistedwonderlandfantasies · 9 months

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The Boys Eating Pocky with You

Leona, Malleus, Idia, Azul, Vil, Riddle

Fem!reader

Tags: fluff, kissing

💛Leona:

You had gotten your hands on a box of pocky while running a few errands for Leona earlier. A lazy boyfriend is a lazy boyfriend… no way around it. Of course, you’d never expect to find the snack here, as its connotation is a little too risque for school, so you thought. Nonetheless, there you were skipping your way into Savanaclaw, giddy to show your lover the find. “Leona” you chirped, entering into his room. The housewarden was leisurely napping on his bed before his ears twitched at the sound of your voice, an eye then slowly peeling open. “Hm? Back so soon herbivore?” He fixed himself on the bed, getting into a more comfortable position before closing his eye back to nap once more. You walked over to sit on the edge of his mattress, making it obvious you weren’t in the mood for napping with him. “Leona? Come on, I have something to show you.” You watched the lion groan in response before tiredly sitting up, barely opening his eyes again to meet your face. “What is it? Don’t tell me you brought another comb.” (Indeed you have been experimenting with how to brush out his ears and tail— though he hates when you touch his sensitive spots like that). “No, no, look.” You proudly raise the box of sweets to show off before Leona raises a brow. “Alright, what is that?” “I’ll show you.” You quickly respond before opening the box and take out a stick to put one side of it in your mouth. Leona looks for a few moments, observing you. After you eye and nudge your head to signal him to do the same, he warily takes the other end. You bite a piece, then he follows suit. You continue like this until your lips finally meet. Leona chuckles into the kiss before releasing, clearly amused at your little game. “If you wanted a kiss, you could have just told me.” He takes the box from your hand to put aside before suddenly pulling you by the waist so you lay on top of him. “Now come here you.” He never liked sweets much anyways, but he sure likes his herbivore.

💚Malleus:

Malleus was always excited to see what human things you would bring when coming to visit Diasomnia. And of course you loved showing your boyfriend your hobbies, favorite games, movies, even snacks. After getting past security checkpoint *cough* Sebek, you made your way to Malleus’s room, knocking on his door before the fae rushed over to open up, knowing it could be none other than his love. “Y/N, I’m so happy to see you.” He placed a kiss on your cheek before immediately taking the bag of goods from your hand. His future queen should never have to carry things on her own, after all. He placed the mystery item aside to walk you over to have a seat on the couch, making sure you rest from your journey. “My love has come to visit again, I see, and you brought another surprise?” He grinned like a child receiving candy. Your presence just makes this man light up, totally ignoring the sulking and suffocating atmosphere which had enveloped him only moments ago. “May I look inside?” He asked, curiously eyeing the bag. “Of course! Go ahead, see what you think.” You answered him with equal delight. You wished you could capture his adorable face every time you’d bring him a gift. Malleus pulled out a few cans of your favorite soda, some bags of savory foods, a bar of chocolate, and pocky. He looked at each item carefully, memorizing and examining what you like. When he grabbed the pocky, you called to him. “Oh! bring that over!” You patted the seat next to you, your boyfriend coming to sit with the pocky in hand. “Open it up.” You smiled seeing him carefully tear open the box. He pulled out a stick, eyeing it up and down. “My love, what is this? It’s covered in chocolate.” “Mhm.” You nodded before taking his hand in yours to bring the snack over to your lips where you took one end in your mouth. Malleus looked surprised, tilting his head in confusion. You guided his hand off the pocky, then cupping his face to bring him closer where he finally realized to repeat what you did. After you both ate the snack your lips finally met, having a rather long kiss. “Do you like it?” “Y/N, I like anything you bring me. Especially if it involves getting to feel your sweet lips.” Malleus whispered to you before leaning in again.

💙Idia:

You both had planned to have a movie night together over the weekend. You picked the movie this time while Idia chose all the snacks. “Idia, Idia! Please don’t tell me you have your headset on again and you can’t hear me!” You knocked on his door hoping the boy hadn’t decided to cram in a last-minute gaming session before your arrival. As you were about to start banging on the door in frustration, you heard the doorknob turn. Idia opened up, welcoming you inside with a smile. “Come on, is that anyway to say hello?” He teased, walking in with you. Idia had actually been setting up his game-room into a make-shift theater. He put up the projector, fairy lights, he even got extra pillows. And best of all was an entire table stacked with junk food. Chips, cookies, cupcakes, sodas, juices, energy drinks, everything! You thought you felt your jaw drop for a moment. You sure judged him wrong, turning over to suddenly give him a big hug. “Babe! Oh my gosh… this is amazing!” You gave him a ton of kisses before excitedly going over to get comfortable on the super soft couch. “I’m glad you like it.” He said cooly, but internally was totally going nuts. Oh gods she’s so happy! Score! Ten points for me! Okay chill… have to look like I didn’t search up how to wow your girlfriend on a date… Idia joined you and began playing your chosen movie. After some time passed of intense snacking and cuddling, your boyfriend reached over to grab a box of pocky. “Do you know what this is?” He asked with a smirk. You immediately nodded, giving him an equally suggestive glance. “Of course I know. Wanna play?” Idia responded by opening the box and taking out a stick, placing it into his mouth. You took the other end, and you both began swiftly eating it. Of course you wanted to eat all the chocolatey part, but also to give him a kiss. When your lips finally met the ends of Idia’s hair turned a shade of light pink. You released, looking back into his eyes. “Wanna play again?” “That’s why I bought three more boxes.” He grinned before pulling out another stick.

💜Azul:

You knew your lover had just finished all his work for the day. He sat in his office, relaxing a bit before he heard the door open. “I’m not seeing anyone right no- oh- Y/N.” His face lit up seeing you walk in, forgetting all the tiredness he had just felt moments ago. “Well, you’re always a welcome customer~” “Oh yeah, and what are we making a deal on?” You continued his joke, walking up to him. “How about a hug and a kiss in return for more hugs and kisses.” Azul was a completely different man with you, a total romantic. He pulled you in by the waist once you got close enough, wrapping you in his arms while you sat on his leg. “I think I can agree to that.” You smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss. Azul released the peck to rest his head on your shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of your skin. “You’re exactly what I needed now. Can we stay like this?” He spoke into the crevice of your neck. You rubbed his back, letting him relax on you before suddenly remembering why you came in the first place. “Azul… I brought something to show you.” He slowly sat back up straight, looking at you curiously. “What is it my dear?” You pulled out the pocky, showing it to him. “It’s a snack that can also be used in a special game.” Now Azul was interested, carefully listening. “You hold the stick with your mouth and see who can eat faster.” You explained before putting one end against your lips to show him. “A sweet treat that ends in an even sweeter treat, then?” Azul chuckled. “Very well, I think I’ll look forward to this game.” He took the other end and began slowly chewing. When your lips met, he wasted no time in pulling you closer to extend his kiss. An idea popped into the boy's head, releasing you to speak. “Y/N, how about we make a deal. Whoever eats faster, gets to kiss however long they want.” He suggested confidently. Of course, you had no qualms with this idea, curious to see how fast Azul is willing to scarf down pocky to kiss you. “Alright. And whoever has the most wins gets to decide what happens after.” You added, the boy nodding in agreement before pulling out another stick eagerly from the box in your hand to put in his mouth.

🖤Vil:

While grocery shopping you came across the snack aisle, deciding to see if there was anything new. You loved buying for Vil, too, checking for anything that was a healthier alternative to most junk food that he could try. You caught sight of something immediately jumping in surprise. Pocky! But would he be willing to try it? One way to find out. You grabbed a box and made your way to the cashier, finishing up your chores for the day to go visit him after his rehearsals. “Vil, darling?” You called, hoping to find him backstage in his private dressing room. You saw him sitting in a chair in front of his mirror, fixing his makeup. You looked at him for a moment, admiring his perfect posture and face before calling him again. “My love,” you spoke gently so as not to startle him. Vil turned his head to see you by the door before giving a warm smile. “Why, if it isn’t my precious potato. Come closer, don’t be shy now.” He beckoned as you walked over, a bag of fruits, water, and pocky in hand. “I figured you’d be spent after so many hours working, so I brought you some refreshments.” You thoughtfully placed the bag next to him. Vil kissed your hand in return, then took a look at your gifts. He always appreciated how you would choose his favorite things to bring, even taking into account what brand of water he likes. His eyes caught sight of the pocky, taking it out. “What’s this?” He carefully looked. “It’s a snack I really like. The thing is, it doubles as a game partners can play. May I?” You took the pocky from him to open it and pull out a stick. “Open your mouth.” Vil paused for a moment, examining the chocolate covered sweet before deciding to follow along. You took the other end and began chewing. It quickly registered to Vil that the game was meant to earn a kiss from whoever you’re playing with, smirking at its objective when your lips finally met. He made sure to savor the interaction before pulling away. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to try it, since it isn’t really your sort of snack…” you mumbled. Vil looked up at you, caressing your cheek. “My dear, for you I’d eat the whole box.”

❤️Riddle:

You were filling in for Ace today, painting the roses. You had promised him to do the job in return for baby-sitting Grim. It was also an easy way to spend time with Riddle. You peacefully continued your painting, mind wandering and humming a favorite tune. “What a beautiful site.” You heard Riddle speak from a few bushes down. You instantly set your brush aside, smiling at his appearance. “Riddle!” You walked over to give him a tight hug. He embraced you, letting you both stay in that position for a while. “Don’t stop now, I love watching you like this. Although you shouldn’t be doing Ace’s job…” He relented for a moment before sighing. “But I suppose since I get to see you I will make an exception.” You gave him a peck on the cheek for his comment, happy he wanted to see you just as much as you do him. “How about a break?” Riddle suggested, pointing to the gazebo. “I wouldn’t mind.” You quickly walked over to grab your stuff before following him to have a seat. You went to pull out your water bottle from your bag before noticing the snack you had brought along for the day. A great idea popped into your head, taking out the pocky to open it. Riddle watched you carefully, before you looked at him with a smile. “Would you like to play?” “Play what?” He asked while seeing the pocky stick in your hand. “See who can eat faster.” You took his chin with your finger and thumb to part his lips, putting the stick in while your mouth held the other side. Once you began chewing he followed along. As you were approaching the end you quickly went in for a peck. You could see a tinge of blush spread across the housewardens cheeks before he smirked. “Quite an attractive game. Come on now, let's play again.” This time he pulled out a stick and placed it into your mouth, greedy to continue.

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runnning-outof-time · 11 months

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Everything Is Alright | Arthur Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written to celebrate @there-goes-thefighter ‘s tumblr’s 9th birthday

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader

Summary: Arthur and (Y/N) spend a special evening out under the stars and recall how they came together.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, one bad word

Word Count: 1473

A/N: here K goes again…writing another story to the tune of a song. This one was inspired by The Glorious Sons’ ‘Everything Is Alright’ I thought it fit well with Arthur. Congrats on 9 years, Bri!! I can’t believe that you put up with this hellsite for that long! I’m so thankful to be part of your journey! Enjoy! :)

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"How much longer are we going to go for?" Arthur's voice came from behind (Y/N), who was still a few steps in front of him despite her stopping and waiting for him to catch up at least three times.

"We're almost there!" she called back to him, briefly turning so that she could look in his direction, "you should know where we're going by now, Arthur!"

"Forgive me, love, it's been a long fucking time since we've went walking around the woods at night!" he yelled back, his words holding no anger, but rather confusion.

"We're almost there!" she repeated her previous statement, giggling a little at what he said.

The couple walked for a short while longer before coming to a stop at the edge of a small hill, where the land tapered off softly enough to create a natural seat. (Y/N) finally stopped and began laying out the blanket that she'd brought with her. She looked to Arthur when she was finished, seeing that he was looking out at the dark field in front of them with a fond smile on his face.

"Now do you remember where we are?" she asked, her hands finding her hips as she grinned over at him.

"How could I forget?" he looked over at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as his smile widened.

"Come, sit with me," she beckoned him, extending one of her hands to him as she stepped closer to the blanket they were standing on either side of. He took her hand and they sat down together, both chuckling softly as their shoulders bumped.

Silence fell around them once they were sitting comfortably, both occupied with looking up at the starry sky above them. It was beautiful out; a perfect night to represent all that they'd gone through together.

"Can you believe it's been nine years, Arthur?" (Y/N) broke the silence, glancing over at him after she finished speaking.

"I can't..." he started off with a bit of a chuckle, continuing before she could jump on him with questions, "I don't know how I managed to keep you for that long."

The second half of his statement made (Y/N) rethink her reaction to it. She pursed her lips together to try to hide her smile as she looked out at the moonlit field. "Do you remember the first night we met?" she asked then, her voice softer than it was before.

"Course," Arthur responded without a second thought. "I spent all my money on a pack of cigarettes for a lady that I knew I loved, but whose name I forgot," he began recounting the first night they'd spent together.

(Y/N) couldn't be surprised at his statement. She knew that it was nothing against her personally, and that rather it was because Arthur was terrible with names. Still, the first part of that sentence made her heart flutter. How could he have loved her if he'd just met her? "You taught me how to laugh that night; with all of your stories about your siblings and what you got into as a kid," she stated, grinning at the memory.

"And you taught me how to slow dance properly," he reminded her, chuckling softly at the memory of them sharing a haphazard dance together.

"Yeah...I couldn't have you keep stepping on my toes," (Y/N) pointed out.

"You still wouldn't let me take you home, even after all of that," he remembered how their night ended.

"I believe I told you that 'you don't stand a chance'," she backed his statement up by providing succinct details of it, turning to look at him with a grin then. "It's probably because you didn't remember my name," she teasingly added, knocking her shoulder against his as he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, sure," Arthur shook his head while he failed at concealing his grin, snorting then as he dropped his gaze to his lap, "I didn't see you for bloody months after that...thought I'd made you disappear."

"I did kind of disappear, didn't I?" (Y/N) wondered aloud, setting her hands behind her so that she could lean back on them, stretching her legs out as well, "I set out on a dream that I didn't quite understand at that time. I thought it'd make me happy, but it only ended up making me sad and lonely..." she paused, exhaling a sigh as she recalled the brief period of time she spent in London, trying to make it as a writer, "if I'd only known what I had back in Small Heath, maybe I wouldn't have left at all. I certainly wouldn't have had to carry out all of those favors for those people I thought were my friends...helping them get further in their careers while mine stayed cemented to the ground."

Arthur sent her a sympathetic smile, knowing how tough it was for her to come back to Small Heath at first. He wouldn't tell her, but he remembered seeing her sitting alone in a corner booth at the Garrison, looking as defeated as ever as she nursed the drink in front of her. It hurt him to see her like that. At the thought, he reached back and placed his hand over hers, squeezing it softly as a silent gesture before he exhaled a slight chuckle. (Y/N) looked at him with furrowed eyebrows as she heard his laugh, wondering why he was responding like that. He shook his head slightly before looking up at the stars again. "Then I went and punched a man on his wedding night..." he started off, grimacing at the thought.

(Y/N) let out a laugh when she realized what he was thinking about, remembering that night full well. It was the night that they found each other again, having been invited to the same wedding through separate, mutual friends…she knew the groom and Arthur knew the bride. "I still can't believe that you did that," she commented, laughing about it now, but remembering very well that she was shocked at his actions when they happened. She was also the only one who was able to talk him down from whatever trip he was going on, and they’d become inseparable since.

"I'm still trying to figure out how to apologize for it," he stated, his grimace still present when he looked over at her, "but I'm happy for the fact that it brought me back to you," he added, his words making her reach over and run her hand down his cheek. He turned his head and pressed his lips to her palm, making her giggle at the tickling sensation his mustache created.

Silence shrouded them again as they shared a lingering look before looking up to the stars again. Moving out to the country - which allowed them to be closer to this spot - was the best decision they'd made. Once (Y/N) found out that this particular property was for sale, she made it her mission to make sure that they bought it. Money wasn't much of a problem for Arthur anymore, and he wanted to make sure that his wife, then fianceé, was happy. So they purchased the property and built a lovely home, and life, on it. Now neither would trade it for the world.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and let it out slowly, loving the feeling of fresh air entering her lungs. "Everything is alright..." she began, looking at Arthur again, "if only for tonight."

Neither knew what the next day held. Tommy seemed to be in the middle of his last elaborate scheme and his next, so all of the Shelby family members were enjoying the in-between time with their families. There was always that chance that tomorrow they'd get that phone call rounding everyone up back in Small Heath, but for tonight, everything was alright.

"I've forgotten what it feels like..." Arthur broke the momentary silence, his words making (Y/N) look at him, "you know, for everything to be alright for once."

"I know," (Y/N) agreed, nodding her head softly. She smiled at him then, thankful that he was the one who she was going to spend her life with. Sure it got messy at times, but she wouldn't have it any other way. "Happy nine years, Arthur," she softly said then, leaning in closer to him before continuing, "I love you," she finished her statement off in a whisper due to their close proximity.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Arthur grinned at her before he leaned in even closer, eliminating the rest of the space between them so that he could press his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

Everything was most certainly alright...even if it was only for the night.

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miryum · 9 months

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Foundling Villa- Epilogue

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner @saturnsrinqs @livster @chonkybonky @eau-rougee @champomiel @justyouraverageeverydaysimp @multifandom-loser @atlanticowe

We’re here!!!! Thank you so much to everyone who was so sweet and supportive and I love you all so much!! Finally have time to work on all the requests y’all sent in!

Warnings: perfect fluff

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“Are you kidding me?”

“No, cherié,” Charles grinned cheekily. “I’m not.”

“But didn’t we already do that?” Your hands were pressed to your chest in surprise.

Charles laughed from his place on one knee. He held a ring box with a beautiful stone surrounded by tiny, intricate diamonds. The stone glimmered in the light and you recognized it as your favourite. “I know, but I want to do it properly this time. I want it to be a happy time, now that war has come and gone from our doorstep. I want the vows to be meaningful. I want to kiss you well. I want to dance with you for the first time again and spin you around and look at you with love. I want people to toast us and not talk about treaties and prosperity. I want them to talk of love and happiness. I want to redo our wedding night.” You laughed softly at that, melting at his words. “I want to marry you again. What do you say?”

“Of course, Charlie.”

Charles leaped up and spun you around. He pressed a messy kiss to your lips. “Really?”

“Charles Leclerc,” he set you down and you cupped his face, saying, “I love you. I will marry you a thousand times over if it means I prove it to you.” Charles grinned, kissing you again, and slid the ring on your finger. “It’s beautiful, Charlie,” you gasped.

“Only the best for my cherié.”

“I promise to stay by your side, hold you close, and never leave you. I will be with you in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, in pain and in pleasure,” the guests chuckled at that and you're pretty sure you heard Pierre’s loud groan. Daniel’s laugh echoed above the crowd. Max rolled his eyes. Charles smirked and continued, “Y/n L/n, I grew to love you and every day, my love for you grows. By the end of our long, love-filled lives, I’m sure my heart will give out from how much I love you. You may be Enza’s beloved princess, but you’ll always be my queen.” He ended his vows with a kiss on the forehead.

You huffed playfully and rolled your eyes. “I don’t know how to follow that.” You rested your forehead on his and Charles’ smirk fell away into a deep, loving smile. “But our journey has had many ups and downs but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Cause it led me to you.”

Ralph yelled out, “Cheesy!” You stuck out your tongue in his direction. The crowd laughed.

“I think I’ve already proved to you that I love you and will stay by your side no matter what plagues the land or our relationship. But I promise to stay by your side for the future as well. I have so much love for you that it’s hard to express. I love your compassion and your humour. I love your intelligence and your empathy. I love your family,” Arthur let out a whoop at that. “And you’re not bad-looking, either.” Charles raised a brow and pouted and you didn’t think you could smile any wider. “You have stood by me even when I didn’t want anyone in the same room. You’ve listened when no one else did and gave me confidence when I doubted myself. Charles Leclerc, you are the best man I could’ve asked to spend my life with and I’m so glad you are bound to me by law so you can’t run away.”

“I would never,” Charles snorted quietly.

“Mmhm. Sure.” You look at him sceptically. Charles dove in for a kiss but the priest muttered something and pushed him back.

“Can we just say ‘I do’?” Charles whined. “I want to kiss my wife.”

The priest, having had to put up with the Leclerc brothers for a long time, sighed and continued the ceremony that was happening in the Foundling Villa gardens. After hurried ‘I do’s, Charles dipped you low and whispered a, “Hi,” before kissing you passionately. The guests clapped and cheered at the display and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

“Get a room!” Brenda shouted out and Charles broke away to shout back, “Later, we will!” The L/n and Leclerc siblings groaned, disgusted at the thought.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure I love you more.”

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cerealforkart · 7 months

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Announcements and Updates

I already mentioned this with my anniversary comic this morning (I'm glad people seemed to like "it's back on air"), but Dungeons and Daddies the Manga is a whole year old today and I wanted to talk about a couple things!

For starters, thank you to everyone who's been on this journey with me, from those of you who have been here since lesson 1 to those of you who only just discovered lesson 42 yesterday (you probably don't exist because the tags hated lesson 42). Whether you like or reblog every single lesson, you silently read the updates without ever interacting with them, and even if you fell out of the fandom but you read the manga at some point, I appreciate you all so deeply.

I might be making this a bigger deal than it actually is, but Dungeons and Daddies the Manga is a really special project to me. I'm so proud of my growth and I've put a genuinely crazy amount of time and effort into this. There was a time when I was trying to catch up when this was basically a second job. I would come home from work and draw manga pages until I went to sleep, it was all I did, it probably wasn't healthy tbh. People in the discord know, I've gotten crazy efficient at making these, if I don't have anything else going on, I can pump out 2-3 of these a day when new episodes drop. I've never undertaken a project this big before, I'm more the kind of person with a million abandoned first chapters, so to actually still be keeping up with this is huge for me, so I'm hyping this up a little bit.

If anyone has ever thought, "wow, I would love to support cereal financially! They seem to work very hard and would probably really like some money! I would also love some of cereal's cute art to plaster on my belongings," please keep your eyes open, I'll be dropping stickers in near future (Taylor in the trash can will be one of them)! I meant to have them ready for today, but I've never sold anything online before, and I'm kind of stumbling through the process. I'll try to have them up soon! So keep an eye out in the upcoming weeks.

For those of you who only care about Dungeons and Daddies the Manga, you can stop reading here, thank you so much for enjoying my manga this past year! For anyone interested in some personal updates and projects, please keep reading, I've been working on something I'm finally ready to announce.

I've learned a lot from my work on Dungeons and Daddies the Manga. My art has improved a lot, and it's still improving all the time, and I've really come to love making comics. Which is why maybe it won't be so surprising to learn I've decided to start an original webcomic. This webcomic won't interfere with my work on the manga, no need to worry, but as much as I love the manga, and the DnDads community, there's only so much I feel like I get back from it. I've been pouring so much time, energy, and love into Dungeons and Daddies the Manga over the past year, and I'm so proud of my product, but I want to start putting some of all that into something that's actually mine. I've been through a weird past couple of months where I went through some really bad burnout, looked around my life and realized "oh wow, this ALL sucks! I don't like a single thing I have going on here!" So, I quit my job, moved, and while I've been restructuring my life, I started dusting off some of those old abandoned first chapters I mentioned earlier and getting back into original work.

The webcomic is called The Rotting Things, I've teased it a very little bit here and there. It's about a boy with a power that is slowly but surely killing him and a man said to be unable to die trying to maneuver through a world of magic that hates anyone unlucky enough to be able to wield it.

I'm kind of nervous about starting a webcomic, but I've been waiting to be "good enough" to put something out there for a very long time, and I'm trying to come to terms with the fact I'll never be fully happy with my own work and just diving in. It would mean a lot to me if anyone wanted to give it a chance.

An eight page prologue will be dropping next Friday, September 29th, after which pages will start to drop one at a time every Friday. We'll see how I handle the one update a week schedule, it might go up to two pages a week depending on how confident I feel. Just like the manga was, this will be a learning curve for me, but I'm eager to try it out! Please give it a shot!

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rebelwrites · 1 year

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Winner Takes It All || Twenty Four: I Am Right Where I Need To Be

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Charles starts to feel the old Vali is coming back and he is one step closer to getting his girl back.

Warnings: tiny mention of the crash

A/N: I am sorry this has taken so long to get this part out things are hectic with the dino launch and running two businesses. This is kind of a filler part

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Charles’ POV

“How the hell do you expect me to get in your Ferrari with this,” Vali huffed, gesturing to her bright red cast. A smirk formed on my face at the sight of the colour, it was obviously going to happen when I was the one who was asked about the colour.

“Urm shit,” I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck. “I didn’t think about that.” I admitted, looking up at her face. “We can make it work.”

Although I wasn’t sure we would, the car was extremely low to the ground with not much room to manoeuvre. After three attempts we gave up, I would pick the Ferrari up later on tonight but for now we ordered a cab.

The journey home was quiet, I could tell Vali was tired even though she would never have openly admitted it, just like she would admit she was still having flashbacks of the crash. I noticed with every loud noise she flinched ever so slightly.

It felt good to have her resting her head against my shoulder throughout the ride back to maman’s. I would have taken her back to my apartment but knew that here was the better option, there was more space for her and this was like a second home to her.

As we pulled on the drive I noticed the front door swinging open and three familiar faces flooded out of the house.

Vali hadn’t noticed that her mum and dad were standing on the front porch. I had spoken to Enrico this morning and he told me that he had cancelled the rest of the meetings over the next week so he could come see his little girl. Just from speaking to him I could feel that he felt extremely guilty for not being in Japan, even when he facetimed Vali she told him it was okay and she would have hated it if he lost the huge deal he had in front of him.

Vali hadn’t even gotten out of the car before everyone came rushing over, the smile on her face was wide and melted my heart. Reaching into the car I wrapped my arms around her helping her to exit the vehicle before passing her the crutches. I knew that once she was inside she would toss them in a cupboard refusing to use them no matter how much I tried to convince her she needed them.

Most people didn’t realise how stubborn she was but when she had her mind set on something she would do everything in her power to achieve it.

Taking a step back I allowed everyone to greet her, pulling her in for tight hugs. I could tell that she was putting on a brave face, she hid her pain well but I could see right through it, I always have.

“You doing okay son?” Maman asked, wrapping her arm around my waist.

Letting out a heavy sigh I nodded. “I am now I know she is going to be okay.” I hummed, refusing to take my eyes off Vali.

“You’re forfeiting the rest of the season aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I need to be here with Vali.”

“You know she won’t let that happen.” Maman chuckled, pressing a kiss against my cheek. “So good luck with getting your way on that one.”

We had been home for a couple of days now, Vali still refused to use the crutches and just like I had thought they had been tossed into the downstairs cupboard. She also refused to take any of the pain meds.

“Babygirl, you need to take your tablets.” I whispered, crouching down in front of her, placing my hand on her knee. “Don’t lie to me and tell me you aren't in any pain because I can see it written on your face. Plus you are being extremely grumpy.”

“I am not grumpy.” She pouted, “I don’t need the tablets, I’m fine.” she protested, reaching over to the side table to grab her drinks bottle, wincing in the process.

“See you are in pain.” I hummed, raising my brow at her. “Please just take some painkillers, you know I hate seeing you in pain. If you don’t take them I’m telling Maman.”

“Fine.” she huffed, I had won this time but i knew she would refuse again in a couple of hours but at least I was able to get her to take some tablets.

Pushing myself onto my feet I strolled into the kitchen with a small smile on my face. As I sorted the painkillers out my mind started to wander, I had the rest of the week to try and convince Vali that I was forfeiting the rest of the season. I couldn’t go back to the track whilst she was here, I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus.

I had a plan, I knew I had a lot of making up to do for the pain I had caused over the last four years, I could feel the connection we still had. Every time she laughed it my heart fluttered, her smile made my stomach flip and she crept into my thoughts all of the time. Over her recovery I was planning on breaking down the walls she had built to protect her heart.

I didn’t know how long it would take but I would wait a lifetime and would do anything for her.

“Oi asshole, you are blocking the TV. Move before I beat you.” I heard Vali snap, no doubt Arthur was winding her up again. Grabbing the tablets from the brown paper bag I scurried into the living room leaning against the door frame watching my younger brother smirk back at her.

“How you gonna do that?” he hummed, with an amused look on his face.

“I have my ways.” Vali scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. “Unless you want to find out then I would suggest you move your fat ass.”

“You think I have a fat ass?” he scoffed, looking over his shoulder trying to see his ass, he looked like a puppy trying to chase his tail and I wish I had my phone handy .

Walking into the room I passed Vali her tablets and turned to Arthur, shaking my head at him before smacking round the back of his head.

“Leave her alone.” I chuckled, as I picked up Vali’s legs so I could sit down on the sofa.

“Bro she has you whipped.” Arthur winked, causing Vali to flip him off.

I didn’t miss the smirk on Enrico’s face as he walked into the room, his gaze was on both me and Vali before he walked over to his daughter, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

I finally felt like I was on the right path to rebuilding both mine and Vali’s hearts.

Reaching for my phone I couldn’t help but grin at the text that had just come through. The final part of the plan was complete, the car had just arrived at the track. I just needed to convince Vali that it was time to go outside.

I knew she was scared, it had been nearly a week since she had come out of hospital and from the moment she did the press kept hounding her on social media. Everyone wanted to know her side of the crash, how her recovery was going so I didn’t blame her for shutting the world out but she couldn’t hide for the rest of her life.

Over the last couple of days the air around me and Vali had changed. It had gone back to how it was when we were dating. The flirty banter, the lingering touches and the cuddling was back. Neither of us had said anything about it but I knew I was on the right path to getting my girl back. I just needed to be patient and take things at whatever speed Vali wanted to go.

The sound of thudding pulled my attention away from my phone, locking the device I slipped it into my pocket. I went to investigate the noise, the moment I saw Vali bum shuffling down the stairs I couldn’t help but laugh, she was nothing but determined that was for sure.

“Need any help, sweetheart?” I hummed, leaning against the bannister rail.

“I’m good.” she nodded, not taking her gaze from the stairs, I felt my heart melt at the sight of her sticking her tongue out slightly as she concentrated on not missing a step.

Once she was at the bottom step, I reached out to her offering my hand to help her to her feet but she swatted it away like she had done every single time I offered. Shaking my head at her stubbornness I took a step back allowing her the space she needed to pull herself up using the bannister.

“You do know I can just carry you up and down the stairs right?”

“And like I said every time you say that, I don’t need help.” she pouted, leaning against the bannister rail, trying to hide the fact she was slightly out of breath.

“There's no shame in needing help, babygirl.” I whispered, wrapping my arm around her shoulders pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to fly out to Qatar?” she questioned, raising her brow at me.

“Nope,” I hummed, trying to hide the smirk that was forming. “I am right where I need to be. Now come on, we have plans today.”

“I’m ready.” she nodded, looking up at me through her lashes.

I hadn’t missed the fact that once again she had stolen my Ferrari hoodie rather than wearing her Alpha Tauri hoodie. Each time I saw her in my clothes it practically brought me to my knees and I wasn’t afraid to admit it. “Red looks good on you.” I winked, dropping my hand down to her lower back. What surprised me was the fact that she didn’t fight the fact I said we had plans. I could see it in her eyes she was tired of being stuck in the house even though the thought of the press terrified her.

Spinning on the balls of my feet I quickly grabbed her crutches that were leant against the sideboard in the hallway. After her dad found out she shoved them into a cupboard he gave her a lecture about not using them, although she never listened to him but I made sure they were always handy for her to use. So as I passed her the crutches I half expected her to throw them on the floor.

“You gonna tell me what you got planned?” Vali asked, as she willingly took the crutches, surprising me in the process.

“It’s a surprise.” I grinned, holding the front door open for her.

“Fine,” she huffed, rolling her eyes at me. “As long as we stop for coffee on the way to wherever.”

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sunflower-ozzy-online · 4 months

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Darling Druid

Halsin returns your feelings as you get closer to your heat

8th chapter - Masterlist

Halsin /Reader

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamic - Alpha/Omega - Omega Verse - Reader-Insert - Eventual Smut

It took you a second to try and grasp Halsins words. Laying out his feelings so bluntly caught you so off guard. Never had you been wooed like this before, and such direct affection from an alpha was overwhelming. Somehow though the words were not crass or cheesy when they left his soft lips, surprisingly, they softened your insides and lit a fire in your core.

"And here I thought I was being so discreet with my desires, but you have read me like an open book."

"Honestly I appreciate you not trying to jump my bones as soon as you saw me. I wanted to be sure the chemistry between us was not only because of your nearing heat and, of course, our biological impulses."

"Would you not consider declaring your desires for me after only a handful of conversations rash or a side effect of my pheromones?"

He blushed deeply but refused to look ashamed.

"If you knew how much I have been holding back since I first met you, and how desirable you are to me, you would consider me the most patient man in all of Faerûn." He whispered as he leaned in towards you.

Your heart felt as though it would explode out of your chest. How could you let yourself relish in his presence when all you could focus on was making sure he couldn’t hear how loud your heartbeat was? His scent filled your mind as you felt your eyelids get heavier and your mouth started to salivate. It was as if he were a meal at the end of a long journey through a harsh wilderness waiting for you at home. You wished to grab and wrap yourself around him and bite down as hard as you could to never let him leave you.

You were able to restrain yourself as you checked your emotions. You didn't want to be rash in this, even if he was making impulsivity seem absolutely delectable. You weren’t afraid of scaring him away, rather you wanted to see if a future with him could be possible. Trying to strike a balance with rationality and your instincts, despite the challenge of your nearing heat.

You leaned away from him, feeling disappointed when he did not follow, internally thanking him for respecting your boundaries.

“It is getting dark, I should head back inside for the night before the bugs eat me alive.”

“I hope my forwardness has not made you uncomfortable.” he stated, concern laced his voice.

“I enjoy your forwardness, in fact I find it refreshing.” you allow yourself to put your hand on his where it rests atop the stone ground. You observe how different his hand is from yours, while still having key similarities. The prominent veins running across his hands, strength from years of tough work, and long fingers with cleaned nail beds. You meant for the act to be reassuring for him but instead thoughts of his fingers intertwined with yours flash to the front of your mind.

Soon more intimate images of his hands wrapped around your wrists in the throws of passion obscure any and all other thoughts. Composing yourself you look up to his face, his eyes still on you. You forced yourself to add, “Still I must adjourn for the night as my body is tired from my travels and I need my rest.”

“Understood, will you allow me to accompany you?”

“I would love nothing more.” You give his hand a small squeeze of reassurance.

A comfortable awkwardness settles between the two of you as you both stand to put your dishes away. You caught a glimpse of someone cleaning them seemingly with magic, keeping in mind to ask for the spell later. Currently however, you were occupied with a large romantic druid who was most certainly into you.

As you walked back to your temporary home, Halsin made his version of small talk with you about the place you grew up, asking questions about the people and your interests. Sharing anecdotes and memories came surprisingly easily. One in particular about how you once walked out of a store without paying for something as a child and were turned into a wheel of cheese had him burst out laughing.

His laugh felt like a warm shower with his deep brass chuckle, and the creases lining his eyes showed how often in his life he smiled. You hoped his sounds and his face would be in your future after your heat was over. He opened the door for you and let you enter before softly shutting it behind you both as you continued back down into the heart of the grove. You could feel his hand hover behind the small of your back protectively in case you fell or fumbled, while being respectful as to not to touch so intimately without permission.

You noticed you were getting closer to your room, you felt sweat begin to bead on your brow as you wondered whether or not he would scent a few of your belongings if you asked. He was clearly for direct communications and had already declared his interest in you, but unfortunately your Omega instincts had you second guessing yourself. Luckily the fear of going through your heat without any sort of scented objects beat out the embarrassment of making such an intimate request.

“Would you mind scenting a couple things for me before you go? I’m having a little trouble getting comfortable and I would greatly appreciate it.” You asked, gaze casted downward and unable to meet his eyes.

He paused as you could feel a smirk growing on his face, “It would be my pleasure to scent anything you desire.”

Ecstasy and joy coursed through your body and down your limbs as a toothy grin broke out on your face as you turned and opened the door to let him in. You started gathering things for him to scent. Not wanting to start with too much, you settled on handing him a pillow, a blanket, and a sleep shirt. You couldn't tear your eyes away as he carefully and thoroughly rubbed each item across the junction of his jaw and his neck. The room became practically infused with his scent, and you were reminded of your first meeting.

Now you were able to take in his scent clearly, notes of evergreen, honey, musk, and rain filled your senses. It was calming you already, your spine curved and your jaw relaxed as your head tilted. An intoxicated feeling seeped into your bones as your eyelids grew heavy with a small soft smile resting on your face.

Your insides warmed and you almost didn't notice the throbbing between your legs that was slowly growing more intense. Keyword, almost. Determined to not let it embarrass you, your thighs lightly together to provide some relief. What was supposed to be only a slight pressure felt more intense than you were expecting and a small, almost imperceptible, moan creeped out.

Halsin smiled softly but did not verbalize the fact that he heard you. He finished scenting the few items you had chosen and placed them back into your arms. You leisurely put them away and turned back towards him.

“Thank you.”

“It was no hardship on my part. I hope you sleep well.” He leaned in and placed a small kiss on your hairline, the gesture making your insides turn to jelly. He then turned and left you for the night.

Masterlist

#halsin x reader #halsin baldur's gate 3 #halsin bg3 #halsin #omegaverse

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povcastiel · 10 months

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ROAD TO REDEMPTION

[ Well, well, well… I’ve been sitting on this for so long, I caved and decided to allow you all into my mind. My first official series! Giddy up ya’ll, it’s time for outlaw Dean Winchester! As always, please, please let me know what you think and if you wish to be tagged on future postings. Series Main Post Here ]

Synopsis | It’s been five years without him. You’ve moved on, made a new life for yourself. But no one can really outrun the past, right?

Tags | Supernatural Western!AU, Cowboy!Dean, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Winchester Brothers, Outlaws, BrothelWorker!Reader, Female!Reader, Priest!Castiel, Dean x Reader

Warnings | Eluding to violence, Minor sexual context, Angst, Loathing, Mentions of blood/harm, Mentions of religion

Word Count | 3k~

Rating | R, MDNI

Barren land stretched on for miles, out in the open with only the stars and moon to spy upon you. A raging fire warmed your cheeks, now a rosy shade and possibly darker if he was to continue looking at you in that way. He stoked the flames a while longer, as they licked higher and higher into the air, until eventually settling. A crackle and pop were the only sounds that passed in the silence between you. Dean rose to his feet. His frame towering and broad. You proceeded to pull the quilt, around your shoulders, more tightly to your hunched form. He tended to the horse in the meantime.

“We’ll have to move by first light.” He informed you, his voice distant but soft.

The hair that was once tucked behind your ear had fallen down against the side of your face. Thick and long, cascading down your back.

“I know…” You murmured, clearly lost within your own thoughts. Your eyes drifted down to the torn, tattered fabric of your lace trimmed dress. Leather boots just as worn to accompany.

Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of you. His hat was left hanging on his satchel. The glow of the fire illuminated his features, delicate for someone so burly and gruff. His face covered in a shadow of stubble, hair long and pushed back. A white undershirt clung to his chest, jeans covered in dirt, barely even a shade of blue. He reached for your hand, wrapped snug in a torn piece of your cotton gown. The blood had soaked through and worry seemed to stretch across his brow when he looked it over.

“It’s okay.” You attempted to reassure him, but your tone wasn’t as convincing as you’d hoped. He dismissed it and went on to unwrap the makeshift bandage.

“How bad does it hurt?” He asked, green eyes raging with concern. His soft fingertips ghosted over your wrist, a contrast to how rough they appeared. His hands alone could tell stories of what he’d endured, the life he’s lived.

“Not bad.” You shrugged, as the blanket fell off one of your shoulders. That was a lie. The cut was deep, and had been throbbing the entire journey.

He reached for his canteen of water and laid it in your lap. Encouraging you to hydrate, while he pulled out a familiar silver flask. The cap spun with a metal swirl and before he could chug down what was left, you opted for the alcohol over water. Dean was easily caught off guard, watching the liquid flowing into your mouth. You gulped and bared the sting with tight closed lips, before using the back of your hand to wipe your mouth.

“Easy, darlin’…” He snickered, taking a swig. “Drink some water. You’ll need it.” He insisted, motioning to the jug.

“Are you implying I’m weak?” You quipped with a raised brow.

“I ain’t saying anything, but you tend to find yourself in a lot of trouble.” He chuckled, low in his chest. White teeth gleaming. Such a charmer he was.

…

The thunder crashed on. Rain steady against the roof. Dry ground had now turned to mush. Clear Tusk had been swallowed by the night and just as usual, you had a job to do. Although, given your sympathy, your client duties had been temporarily put on hold. Specifically to aid a young girl. Fresh blood, with a look of naivety. Easy prey.

At least that’s how the men would see it.

It had been her first night. Her acquaintance hadn’t been so friendly. Needless to say, she was reduced to a puddle of emotions. Crying and loathing in self pity. You were one to give her a pass. A simple understanding, as you’d seen yourself in her. There was a time too, in which you had to find your own footing. You just didn’t particularly have this line of work in mind.

Her red strands of hair were now wet streaks against her freckled face. Pursed lips, on the verge of quivering again. She settled her tears on the way to the church. You trudged through mud, stomping it off on the wooden porch and led her in through the front. The door heavily slammed behind you, which left her jumping with fright. You wrapped an arm around her frail form, soothing her fears as your boots clanked and creaked against rotting, old floor boards. Somehow, this place was holding together.

You knew well that Cas, the town’s only priest, would call it ‘the Grace of God.’

Whether you believed that yourself, was another story.

Candles were lit along each pew. The sound of rain was consistent against poorly sealed windows. Which would explain the tin buckets collecting water. Castiel appeared. He must have heard the door. His figure came into view from the other side of the vast, yet cramped, room. He was clutching a bible, his index and middle fingers tucked between the thin pages to keep his place. His black suit blended against the dark tone of the room, his white collar the only means for him to stand out.

He addressed you by name. Familiar and gentle. Despite your lack of religion, Cas brought an inexplicable aura of peace and calmness. You felt safe here and you knew that Merrien would too.

She sniffled and extended a hand to him. He immediately tore his blue orbs off of you and greeted her with a new found warmth. He smiled, tenderly. “Hello. You two seem to be comin’ from something troubling?” He looked between the two of you. His voice full of gravel.

You spoke for her, “She just needs somewhere safe to rest for the night. I thought here would be best.” You clarified the situation, preferring not to go into detail.

Castiel nodded, briefly pausing, but he was quick to regain himself. “Well, right this way.” He extended his arm for guidance. Merrien was reluctant, but she walked ahead of him and toward his study.

Before you could see yourself out, he was turning back and coming toward you. Your hands still clutching the skirt of your dress. You noticed his wandering gaze then, once you had faced him. Surely he noticed the tucked fabric, pinned to your hip and revealing a set of stockings, your bare skin visible, beneath your gown. It was certainly more erotic than he was used to.

The preacher cleared his throat. “You know I’m good for the help, but I really wish you wouldn’t subject yourself to this madness.” He mumbled. Now he sounded like a figure of authority. The treatment you had been desperate to escape from. The prison your father had created.

You averted your gaze, all but scoffing. “I’m serious. You take in a new victim n’ some dirt bag roughs her up.”

“We are not victims!” You hissed, disliking in how he seemed to put the blame on you. As if you led the poor girl into a trap.

“No, but you’ve chosen a life that invites evil. Ever since those Winchester’s rode off you’ve-“ You cut him off. “I’m not here to be guilted to kneel at your altar and confess my sins.” Your tone was biting. “Goodnight, Father.” You turned sharp on your heels and hurriedly made your exit.

…

The man did his best to tend to your wound, ensuring it wouldn’t become infected. You were thankful for his attentiveness. If you were honest, this was the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him.

He used a clean cloth, his bandana rather, to wrap your hand again and secured it with a side knot. After his doctoring, you’d found yourself migrated to the hard ground, using all the blankets he possessed to keep warm. You used his arm for a pillow, while he opted for his jacket, bunched up and rolled to support him.

Somewhere in between the burning heat of flames, your skin, and your feelings—an overwhelming urge washed over you. His leg tucked between your own, half on his side as he hovered above you. His mouth eagerly tasted you in a bruising kiss. It took all the breath from your lungs, for a moment you forgot to breathe entirely. A heavy exhale blew from your nostrils, while your fingers tangled into his chestnut strands. He barely had to touch the sleeve of your dress, before it was hanging off your shoulder. Revealing more of your lithe, warm skin. He kissed you there. His wet lips leaving a trail. First your collar bone. Next, your throat. A soft sigh emits from you and he’s pleased to hear it.

There’s a moment you look at each other. Chests heaving with anticipation. And it’s then that you taste the sweetness of your self autonomy. The choice to be his. The possibility to make a life outside of judgement and fear. Dean’s known this kind of emancipation since his father’s death, even before then. Constantly running. Town to town. Despite the erratic uncertainty, you were envious. And yet, somehow, this man was willing to risk all of it to give you a piece of liberation.

Youthful lust grows heavy. You’re fumbling with his belt, as his hands roughly hike your dress up your legs. You’ve never wanted him more and you’re surprised by your sudden desire, especially after the day’s events.

Then again, it seemed unlikely there’d ever be a moment when you wouldn’t want Him.

…

The anger in the pit of your stomach was bubbling to the surface, rising in your throat, the entire walk back to the brothel. You didn’t even bother to use your shawl, the garment hanging low below your waist and loosely holding at your arms.

You weren’t sure if hearing his name or the insinuation of bad intent had triggered you. Either way, you had your fill for the evening.

Despite your foul mood, the atmosphere remained the same. Music filtered through the bar and up the stairs. Every round table was occupied. The bartender satisfied his customers from a range of stacked liquor, on shelves that nearly looked ready to cave. The room was packed, giving no one a choice but to sweat. Once you entered, their eyes were roaming. A rowdy crowd of cowboys, the town sheriff and his men, along with a few townsfolk. They were all well-known faces. Every last one, a strong reminder of how much you wished to leave.

You climbed the staircase, with limited space from clients nearly over the railing with their public affection. The smell of liquor and cigars lingered, a hard smell to filter. Especially out of your clothes. It was something you’d grown accustomed to.

Your door was left ajar. Pushing it wide open, you disregarded the man inside. You sat behind your vanity and proceeded to pull the pins from your hair, unleashing your mess of hair. Arthur rose from your bed, creaking in its wake. He took a swig from the bottle in his hand.

“I’m not in the mood.” You informed him. You hadn't even bothered to look at him.

He was a routine customer, though you wished he wouldn’t come at all.

Your hands were busy rolling your stockings down, when sat his sweating bottle onto your table. He leaned behind your chair, his fist gathering your hair and forcing you upright. Your reflection met his own in the rounded mirror. Your jaw tightened. It was all just a delightful game for him.

“What do I pay ya for, sweetheart?” He gruffed against your ear. His beard scratching your skin.

You grimaced at his hot breath.

“You’ll do well to know your place.”

“And you’ll do well to call it a night.” You turned toward him. If it hadn’t been your father, you weren’t sure you’d have the confidence to tell off a man half your size. His grip painfully pulled at your scalp. Your nose brushed his, and you weren’t quite sure how his mood would shift. His lips smashed against yours. Sloppy and warm.

Eventually, he released you. Not without force, as your hands gripped the front of your vanity to steady yourself. The small legs skidding against the floor. You exhaled, mainly due to your irritation, as his boots heavily shuffled toward the door. Eventually, his movements were drowned out by the people beyond your room and you rose quickly to slam and latch the door shut. Your hands laid flat against the surface of the wood, head hung low.

There was the unmistakable sensation of emotions welling in your chest. Brutal memories flooding back to torture you and you refused to drown. Not again.

Not after five long years of letting him go.

You’d keep swimming, like always. Just as you had, right after your mother’s sudden death. An event that transformed your father into an unrecognizable monster. Possessed by the all consuming tainted liquid. It replaced his wife, soon it even replaced his own daughter.

Shaky fingers worked on undressing yourself. Layer by layer, lace by lace to undo your corset. The four walls that barricaded you from the outside, were a modest display of your dwelling. A wooden nightstand, lopsided by a shortened leg. On top rested a single candle and your father’s old pocket watch. Your vanity was turned diagonal against the corner and facing toward your bed, a wash basin directly beside that. A trunk and dresser to fit most of the things you owned combined.

There was a part of you that was deemed to feel ashamed of your circumstances. A string of poor choices to lead you here. One starting with your relationship to Dean Winchester.

You’d begin to wonder if he was even alive. Maybe all those bad deeds had caught up with him. ‘May God rest his soul,’ Castiel had always put it, when expressing his worry about the outlaw brothers. Sam, specifically, was always viewed as less threatening than his older sibling. Your truth, on the other hand, was something far different than what the town had depicted.

Their faces covered every post and front door through town. It amused you to think that the posters held any sort of value, in terms of gaining information. It was unlikely they’d show their faces again. So many years had passed, but you were aware that the sheriff had a grudge to hold. You were guilty of the same effect—the inability to move on. The inexhaustible attempts of letting time heal those open wounds. Regardless, Dean was a kind of love that burned until it scarred. And even if by some miracle he came striding back into town, dapper as ever and sweeping you off your feet. It was far too late.

If you hadn’t been able to forgive him after all these years, it was unlikely that day of reckoning would come.

…

The brim of his hat covered his eyes, resting against the bridge of his nose. His brother was concentrated, a journal against his thigh, while he scribbled down his thoughts. The scratching of his pencil was disturbing Dean, propped against the smooth edge of a rock.

“For the love of God Sam, get some rest.” He gruffed, throwing his hat down into the dirt.

“I’m almost done.” He muttered, while proceeding to write out the date at the bottom of the page. Finally, he shut the book and wound the straps around the cover to keep it closed. He stood, tucking the prized possession into his satchel. His boots shuffled against the ground. Dean, opened an eye.

He grunted, proceeded to sit up right. “Gimme that.” He motioned toward the silver flask. Sam bent down to grab the container, before handing it off to his brother.

“What’s going on?” He asked, before chugging down the whiskey. Each gulp burning more than the last. He swallowed the alcohol with ease.

Sam sat back on the blanket, the flames dancing in his eyes. A familiar expression resting on his features. Revealing to Dean that he was anxious.

“I know that look. What is it, Sammy?” He prodded again.

Sam exhaled, “I just… I don't think this is a good idea.” He disclosed.

“What? Goin’ home?” Dean responded, questioning him as if it was obviously their right to do so.

Sam shook his head, glancing out over the stretch of dry land. His eyes slowly following back to Dean.

“You know what I mean.”

“Clear Tusk is our home. We have every right to be there, just as much as those sons of bitches. It ain’t right Sam… you know it.” He ranted, clearly upset by his brother’s reluctance.

Sam accepted defeat on the matter. Despite being worried they wouldn’t have the welcoming Dean anticipated. Not to mention, the possibility of violence or even arrest. Those outcomes never phased his brother, not when he had his heart set on something.

Not that the two men had known any different. Their mother died, as a result of their father’s recklessness. Hellbent on revenge, he raised his children to be just as callous. This, in return, wasn’t enough to stop Sam or Dean from trying to escape. In fact, once Dean had met you, there was hope in the idea that he would, for once, be truly happy. Sam had never seen him so infatuated. Unfortunately, a whirlwind romance like theirs couldn’t stand on two feet. Her father refused the relationship from day one, because of their family’s reputation. Secrecy ensued, as did their demise.

Dean and you had calculated a plan to leave. To run away. The two of you would start over in another town, another place where your faces were unrecognizable.

Of course, after realizing what had transpired, your father caused a ruckus in town. The sheriff rounded his men and where you chose to rest hadn’t been quite far enough.

Aurthur, Kalvin, and Henry had ripped you from Dean in every sense of the word. The image branded into his mind, painfully. Your screams, all for him, forever haunting. The other two had subdued him with a few blows. Intent on killing him. He regretted never turning back for you. Like a coward, he ran to meet his brother.

In those long few days, you actually waited. Something Dean wasn’t aware of. Starving and locked in your room, you laid beneath your window. Listening for his arrival, his return to rescue you. Gradually, agonizingly, the days turned into weeks, turned into months.

Eventually, Dean settled his mind and folded his arms over his chest, before laying back. “Go to sleep…” He muttered to his brother.

By morning… the Winchester’s would be back.

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thedroneranger · 9 months

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The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ SometimesAnAlice Edition!

A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!

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fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)

baby, i’m high octane, Jake Seresin, @laracrofted I could write papers and sing songs about how much I love this series. I refuse to remain calm about it because it is so devastatingly good. Ames has such a stunning way with words, I am always so immersed and transported and blown away by her work. There are lines in her stories that just stick with me for days and parts that I think about endlessly. (I’m also delicate about Delicate, do not get me started!) But BIHO is in a league of its own. Nora is an OC who you instantly love and root for right from the very first chapter. There is something so special about the way Jake is written in this story, the layer of depth he has is so compelling to me. And it has been such a treat going on the journey with them as they find their way to each other in the dreamiest of slowburns. Add this to the top of your TBR pile, you won’t be sorry!

can't unfeel that, Jake Seresin, @theharddeck I think about this fic A LOT. The yearning and pining and emotional intimacy is so deliciously angsty as these friends-with-benefits fight the deeper feelings they’re developing without knowing the other person is feeling the exact same way. Sana does an incredible job building the tension and exploring the dynamics between these two as they try (and fail) to keep it casual. It’s bittersweet, it’s juicy, it’s unforgettable. And fair warning, the smut in this will send you into a tizzy.

Government Issued, Bradley Bradshaw, @bradshawsbaby I love this trope so much, I get such a kick out of the idea that people are out there getting fined for “defacing Naval property”, but this one in particular is so much fun! There is a lovely sense of domesticity that makes this such a cozy, fluffy story to read. However, it’s the build up and the banter that never ceases to amuse me! I love to revisit when I need a good laugh.

Jealousy, Bradley Bradshaw, @gretagerwigsmuse I am the self appointed president of the Smart Aleck and Bradley fan club. These two have had me in a chokehold since the moment I read them and they haven’t let go of me since. I had such a hard time picking which to highlight for this because I love and reread so many (sending all my love to skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight). No one breaks my heart and puts it back together or makes me yearn and pine or giggle and blush like these two. They are my favorites and I’m so thankful for them because their story is so special. The care and attention to detail that Jordan puts into her fics is just unmatched. But there is something about Coach Dadley Dadshaw that just warms my heart in the best way. I love getting to see the sweet glimpses into the future and lovely life that these two get to build together, I’m truly so soft over it. This story in particular gets me with Dadley!Bradley, Jealous!Bradley, and all the witty banter that Jordan writes so well! It has got it all: fluffy feels, humor, and a dash of smutty goodness!

Mighty Fine, Bradley Bradshaw, @thebirdandthebee The way this fic gets me grinning and buzzing every time I read it! The fluffy, smutty adrenaline rush of it all! I have so much love for the smitten Rooster in this story! He is so gone and so soft for the OC Caroline, who is an absolute firecracker. The build up is such a fun one that you can’t help but cheer for him when he finally gets his girl!

No Sex with the Ex, Bradley Bradshaw, @tongue-like-a-razor Lena has so many stories on her masterlist that I go back to again and again and again (shout out to The Zipper Incident and Faking It and Less Talk). She is the QUEEN of tension and electric, witty banter. They always read so effortlessly and I am constantly left in awe at the finesse of her storytelling! I always find myself swooning, and laughing, and yearning when I read her stories! There are so many things I love about this in particular from the Hangster bromance to the jealous!bradley to the pining of it all! No matter how many times I read it, I still get a little thrill from it!

Red Flags, Green Flags, Bradley Bradshaw, @roosterforme There’s a reason this story has 4K+ notes on it: it’s fun, it’s flirty, it’s perfect! "Are you asking me on a date while I'm technically still on a date with Jake?" you asked him with a grin.//"Oh, your date with Jake ended a good thirty minutes ago," he informed you with a very serious look. "Now you're on a first date with me. You having fun?"-- NEED I SAY MORE? Your honor, I rest my case.

Tuesday Night (prequel to Not A Coincidence), Bradley Bradshaw, @sehnsuchts-trunken There is nothing more that I love than a slow burn and some good old fashioned mutual pining, and this little duology has it in spades! Mary’s Reader is so quippy and sarcastic, the banter always gets me laughing. The tension and chemistry is so palpable in these fics, you can’t help but be greedy about wanting to read more! And it doesn’t hurt that Rooster is just so swoon worthy.

Untitled childhood Bradley series, Bradley Bradshaw, @the-ace-with-spades I have read a lot of angsty stories that hit me in the feels, but nothing has quite ruined me emotionally like this series has. This universe where after Carole’s death Bradley goes to live with Mav and Ice, as he tries to figure out where he fits in this new family is absolutely gut wrenching in the best way. There have been times where it was so hard to read because I was blinded by the tears in my eyes. The way it makes my heart ache! It’s still a work in progress, but I am so hopeful for a soft landing.

You Don’t Get to Taste the Honey Without the Sting of the Bee, Bradley Bradshaw, @notroosterbradshaw No list is complete without something from Cass! There are so many that I debated picking (g.u.y, the boyfriend experience, the 1%), but the angst in this one just sticks to my ribs and I think about it often. When Cass leans into the angst, she really LEANS into it and this one hurts so good. Bradley is so realistically flawed in a way that makes you want to shake him for being so blasé to his partner’s feelings. I love the way Reader sticks up for herself and I ache for her in the way her partner is the source of her pain. It’s complicated and messy and real and I love it. Hit me in the feels and I will come back for more, and Cass keeps me coming back for more!

Creator's Own

Give Me Your Hand {Here is My Heart} (2-part Series) The ‘Like I Can’ series is something that took on a life of its own. What was supposed to be a little one shot turned into a three part series that turned into a universe of its own that takes up half of my masterlist. I love writing for these two, but I am really partial to this little mini-series that explores their relationship and builds up to their first time together. I think there are some fun moments, but also some tender and emotional ones as they take that final step from being just friends to being something more. Next from me will be Vol. 2 to Leave a Light On!

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sarcasmsweetie · 2 years

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A Better Life, Epilogue

Dearly beloveds, we’ve made it to the end of the line. Though this of course does not mean I’m done with Y/n Archeron and Azriel. I have a few small slice of life scenes in my head I plan on sharing as some bonus content, but this is truly the end of the story! I always knew what the very, very end of the story would be, but I was a bit lost as to how we were going to get these goobers there. I think I’m truly happy with the road this part has chosen, and I hope you enjoy as well! Thank you all so much for joining me on this journey, and I can’t wait to see you all in future adventures!

Pairing: Azriel x Oldest Archeron Sister

Word Count: 2.3k

Part 5 | Masterlist

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Five Years Later

I was pulling baking sheets out of the countless ovens found in Helion’s kitchen when little Nyx came running in giggling. “Auntie, Auntie, help me hide!” He came running around the counter, and I quickly closed the oven doors to make sure he didn’t accidentally burn himself.

“You have to be careful in here, Nyx! What did we talk about with being careful around the hot ovens?” I watched as he hid behind the skirts of my dress, still giggling and ignoring what I was saying. I didn’t have to wait long to see who I’m hiding him from when a mass of shadows entered the kitchen, causing Nyx to squeal. I bit back my smile to look down at Nyx with wide and surprised eyes. “Oh no! Are the big shadows chasing you?” I made a show of fluffing my skirts to hide him better and turned to look at the playful shadows in question. I straightened my shoulders and spoke in my most authoritative voice. “Be gone, foul shadows! I will not allow you to touch a hair on the fair prince’s head!”

Nyx continued to giggle, and I carried on with the show as I brandished a spatula as a sword, fully prepared to play-fight with the shadows to ‘protect’ Nyx. The shadows ‘lunged’ at me, and I put the occasional training received from Cassian to good use as I pretended to fight them off. After a moment, they dramatically fell to the floor and I let out a victorious cheer. Nyx came out of hiding, cheering along, before poking at the shadows to let them know they can get back up. I watched them happily climb up his little legs and arms, tickling him as they moved. His giggles came back in full force, and I smiled as I picked him up. The shadows stopped with the tickling, but continued to dance around us. Both Nyx and I looked up to see a smiling Az leaning against the doorframe into the kitchen.

“Utilizing allies to help face your foes, I see?” I gave him an exasperated look, which only caused his smile to widen.

“You Illyrians. Can we not teach the toddler battle tactics just yet? This very much sounds like something that can wait until his age hits double digits.” Azriel had walked into the kitchen as I spoke, leaning against the counter as he kept that insufferable smile in place.

“He’s the heir to the Night Court – it is never too early for any sort of lesson. Isn’t that right, little one?” Nyx was nodding, but I noticed his eyes were locked on the various treats I had been working on throughout the day. Az followed his line of sight, and I used the spatula to slap his hand away as he reached for a pastry. He hissed, pulling his hand back with a fake glare in place.

“This food is not to be touched by anyone until later tonight. Am I clear, gentlemen?” Nyx looked like he was about to disagree when Feyre appeared in the doorway.

“There you are, Nyx. I told you to stay away from the kitchen while Auntie Y/N worked.” His wings lowered slightly, almost like a dog’s ears when getting scolded. I placed a kiss to the top of his head before setting him back down on the ground.

“Go on with your mama. I promise you that you can eat as much as you possibly can later tonight at Auntie Elain’s party, okay?” His eyes brightened at the promise and he dashed off to his mom.

“Are you doing okay, Y/N? Is there anything I can do to help?” I smiled at my sister.

“Just keep that little one distracted enough before tonight. And maybe out of the kitchen?” Feyre nodded, tugging Nyx along with her. I turned back to the other remaining person in the room to see that he was already looking at me.

“And what about ‘foul shadows?’ Do they need to be kept out of the kitchens as well?” I nodded, face looking solemn.

“Oh, absolutely. I fear the foul shadows and their cruel master are the biggest distractions yet.” He moved from his side of the counter over to mine, bumping my shoulder.

“Well I suppose this ‘cruel master’ will be leaving without handing off a small little token he procured for the fair maiden.” I immediately perked up and he laughed. I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched the carefree smile spread across his face, something I’ve been seeing more of these past few years.

After my 30th birthday party, we continued with sending letters, but he started to visit me in the Winter Court. The first visit was brief – he was on his way to Spring to check in with Tamlin, but took an hour or so to stop by and say hello. After that, it was almost a monthly visit, coming by for a meal or some event. If he was ever working in any of the surrounding courts, he would visit then as well.

I would of course visit the Night Court a bit more frequently, watching little Nyx grow, and Az and I would take on babysitting duties from time to time when I was in the city. It felt nice, getting to know one another and grow as friends. Ever since he had given me the bracelet with his shadow, he’s been staying true to his words of waiting until I was ready. He never once pushed for anything I wasn’t comfortable with, unless you counted trying some of the ‘delicacies’ from Summer. We quickly learned on a Summer Solstice that exotic seafood is not exactly a favorite of mine, and he found immense joy in trying to get me to eat things that looked as if they should not be eaten.

I had been more than perfectly content with how our relationship had progressed, though I recently began wondering if I was ready to try and move onto something else with the Spy Master. More specifically, I began wondering if I was ready after Lucien and Elain asked if I could cater their small mating and wedding celebration here at Day, where they have taken up a permanent residence. Seeing my best friend so incredibly happy with his mate got me questioning if I was ready to reach out to Azriel for something more, though I found myself scared at the possibility of being rejected yet again.

I was pulled out of my thoughts with Azriel gently pushing some stray hair behind my ear, eyes soft and an even softer smile in place. “There you are. Thought I lost you for a second there.”

I offered my own small smile. “I’m here, I promise. And I will only allow the cruel master to remain if the token is up to par.” He chuckled, moving his hand away from me to reach into his pocket.

“I do hope this not only meets, but exceeds, any expectations you may have, fair maiden.” He handed me a small box, and I looked up to him in curiosity. It was a flat wooden box, not longer than the length of my index finger.

Opening the lid, I felt the air leave my lungs. Nestled within a velvet pillow was a silver key. I looked up at him, and although he looked calm to anyone else, I could see the nerves swirling in his eyes. “Az, what is this?”

His hands gently cradled mine as he stepped closer to me. “This is a key to a door.” I narrowed my eyes at the explanation, and he chuckled. “The door will one day belong to a home on a plot of land I’ve purchased in the mountains of the Night Court. A home that I’m hoping you would be inclined in helping me design. A home that I’m hoping you would be inclined to move into.” I stared at him, thoughts running faster than I could catch up with. “I know you never considered Velaris to be your home, and I know you’ve built a life in Winter. But I’m hoping we could maybe work towards a compromise, whenever you’re ready, and live in our own little winter wonderland in Night. It doesn’t have to be now. It doesn’t even have to be a year from now. But I want you to understand that I am ready and willing to do anything, be anywhere, to make a future with you work.”

I stared up at him, and I know he was waiting for a response, for me to say something. But my mind was still reeling and it’s as if I had forgotten every word in existence. So I chose to respond in the only way my brain could come up with: I stood up on my tip toes and kissed him. It was a brief, fleeting kiss, as it was pretty clear neither of expected that response. But as soon as I pulled away and met his eyes, he gave me a smile brighter than any I’ve seen on that damn face of his before leaning in to kiss me properly.

He pulled the box from my hand, setting it on the counter, before those gloriously warm hands reached up to cup my face. His lips were warm, surprisingly soft, as they pressed against mine. I moved my hands behind his neck, accidentally brushing his wing in the process. I felt the growl rumble through his chest as his hands moved to grab my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him. I played with the ends of his hair, tugging it slightly as the kiss deepened. He pushed me backwards until I hit the counter before lifting me up to sit on a clear spot, all without breaking the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling like I was climbing a goddamn tree with the way I was wrapping myself around him, bringing him closer to me, but I found that I couldn’t quite care at the moment.

One of his hands had moved from my waist to my neck, suddenly grabbing my hair and pulling me back. Both panting, I couldn’t look away from his hooded gaze as he looked me over. “Is this really what you want?”

I grabbed a hold of his collar, bringing him back to me. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to.” His answering grin was downright sinful, but before he could lean in the rest of the way, we noticed his shadows frantically move around us as if trying to hide us. Helion’s booming voice came from the kitchen’s entrance, and I looked up to Az with wide eyes.

“You know I am all about free loving, but usually I’d like to be invited when it’s in my own house.” I could hear the smirk in his voice, and I dropped my head against Azriel’s shoulder with a sigh.

“We were just… testing out some recipes, Helion.” The High Lord laughed.

“Sure, just make sure these ‘recipes’ don’t get in the way of my son’s big night, yes?”

“Nothing can keep me from getting everything ready for tonight, don’t you worry.” Helion hummed as if he didn’t quite believe it, but Azriel and I both heard him walk out and down the hall.

The shadows remained around us, and I took this newly quiet moment to look him over, fingers still lightly toying with the ends of his hair.

“Now that my brain is no longer spinning and I can think straight, how does this sound to you: we design this perfect home in the mountains of Night, of course with a stable because you best believe Fenrir is a part of this package.” Az chuckled, but his eyes were bright as he hung onto my every word. “As the house is being built, I can work on settling things in Winter so that everything is in order there for when I leave. At the same time, you can think long and hard about your own favorite recipes, because I would very much like to prepare your favorite dish for the first night in our new home.”

I wiped the tears from his cheeks as I watched them fall, smiling and feeling lighter than I ever have. “You would cook for me?” His voice was gruff, and I felt the tears begin to build behind my own eyes.

“If you’ll have me, I will cook for you for the rest of our days.” His smile shone brighter than the sun in Day as he lifted me from the counter and began to spin around the kitchen. I gasped first at the sudden movement before joining him in laughter. His shadows danced around us, celebrating as well, before he gently set me back on the floor. He gently held my face as he placed a kiss on my forehead, remaining there for a moment and I felt his smile form again.

“My mate. My fierce, beautiful, perfect mate.” He pulled back and his smile began to turn devilish. “The fox doesn’t really need us here tonight, right? All of the food looks nearly complete, and I can think of much better ways to utilize our time.”

I smacked his arm, but couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. “I will not abandon my sister, nor my dearest friend, during the biggest celebration of their lives.” I bit my lip as his smile fell into a pout that has no right being so cute on his face. “But if, after some mingling, I find myself so terribly exhausted from my day of cooking, I wouldn’t say no to my big, strong Illyrian mate escorting me to my rooms.” His eyes darkened, practically promising that I bit off more than I could chew with that comment, but I felt myself buzzing with excitement.

“Anything my mate wants, my mate will get.”

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel angst #azriel acotar #acotar #bri's writing

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The Pretender - Chapter ll

Summary: You are the spitting image of a Lady of the Reach, when she framed you for a crime you did not commit you become her and marry her betrothed, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Aemond Targeryen x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Violence, angst, almost sexual assault, let me know if you find anything else.

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Your father asked Ser Criston Cole to rest for a couple of days from his journey, before taking you to Kings Landing. Ser Criston was more than happy to stay, he feels bad for believing the rumours of your bad reputation. All of your brothers were in the Great Hall, your father decided to throw a banquet for Ser Criston, he seemed more than humbled by the gesture. Now everyone was drunk, and your eldest brother was eyeing you suspiciously. He was on your right, Ser Criston was on your left.

“You haven’t touched your wine yet, dear sister.” You gulped, you never drank before and Lady Shaera mentioned that she was a heavy drinker but you hoped no one would notice. “Ser William finally put another baby in you?” He laughed darkly and you gasped, you were positive that Ser Criston heard because now he was quiet.

“I will not allow you to say such ugly rumours about me, I am untouched and simply having excitement about meeting my future husband.” Your brother was taken aback by your bluntness, he simply apologized and left you alone throughout the whole night.

Everyone was having a great time including yourself, laughing with Ser Criston you were fast friends. You could never get used to the dresses, it was uncomfortable by far the worst thing about becoming Lady Shaera. After the feast was over your father asked you to stay behind, he said that he had something to give you.

“My dearest daughter, I’d never allow you to go to the Royal Family empty-handed so here it is.” He opened two boxes, the most incredible jewellery you’ve ever seen. “The necklace is for the Queen, her House colours.” The necklace was adorned with many emeralds, it was so pretty. “The broach is for the Princess, she is quite fond of spiders I know you hate them.” The frown on your face had to be undone quick, you didn't hate spiders you loved all animals. The broach is made of a big ruby and adorned with black diamonds. “For the boys, I bought the best wine in the world, from Essos obviously. Try not to drink everything throughout your journey.” Your father kissed the top of your head, you were going to miss him so much.

“I love you, father.” You whispered to him, it was true in those few hours you met him you got extremely attached to him maybe it was the extreme emotions but you loved him.

“I love you too, my daughter more than you could ever know. You’ve never told me this before, it makes me more than happy to hear you say it.” The more you learned about Lady Shaera, the more you despised her.

“I hope you know that I always loved you, even if I never said it before today.” Lord Lewis hugged his daughter, having his wife die after giving birth to his only surviving daughter and having her looking so much like his dear wife, he was scared of indulging his daughter too much, but it was all worth it, she loved him and she was the kindest Lady those past couple of days.

“Certainly, I shall be at your wedding you’ll be the most beautiful bride the Red Keep has ever seen.” Your father walked you back to your chambers, you were afraid, deceiving your father was one thing but the Royal Family? Only time will tell.

The servants were putting your things on the carriages, and Ser Criston was getting ready to mount his horse, you wouldn’t have that.

“Ser Criston, would you be kind to accompany me in my carriage?” Ser Criston was taken aback by your strange request.

“My Lady, I must say this is an unexpected request.” He exclaimed, but he was more than happy to oblige.

“I’m glad to hear it, I should hate to be predictable.” You smiled at him and he helped you get in your carriage.

You could see that Ser Criston wasn’t used to being inside a carriage, it was amusing seeing a knight, sword and armour inside a cushy carriage. You were happy to have a familiar face with you, it would be incredibly dull being here all yourself. The carriage started and you and Ser Criston fell into a comfortable silence.

“Do you believe the Prince will approve of me?” This feeling was eating you inside, the feeling of not being enough, of being discovered.

“Most certainly.” He didn't elaborate any further, you wanted to ask more but you didn't want to seem desperate. “I couldn’t help but notice the boxes near you.” He pointed at the gifts.

“A small gesture for the Queen and the Princess, it would be rude to show empty-handed.” Ser Criston smiled, the family would approve of you, most definitely.

The journey would take a fortnight, and you and Ser Criston would become fast friends. Since you were a Lady, Ser Criston decided to stop every night to have you rest properly you wouldn’t mind the journey but you could never say that. You and Ser Criston would make each other laugh all the time, you and he cried from so much laughter many times.

“That did not happen.” Your sides were hurting from so much laughter, which was a regular occurrence in your journey. It was night, you were getting ready for the last stop before Kings Landing.

“It did, I swear it.” He was telling a story about the Princes, how much they fight and how funny it is to watch. “Aemond bit Aegon’s butt, they couldn’t be older than ten.” That made you laugh even harder, imagining two young kids biting each other and screaming at each other. The carriage stopped and that was the cue to leave and rest. Before you could do it, Ser Criston stopped you. “My Lady, please do not think it was anything to do with your lovely companionship but I believe that I should have the rest of the journey on horseback.” He didn't want to mention it, the elephant in the room, or the carriage.

“You are afraid that it will give strength to the rumours.” You didn't beat around the bush, Ser Criston appreciated that.

“I do not wish for that to happen, for you are the most modest and kind Lady in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms.” Ser Criston was being truthful, you were a breath of fresh air, being so kind to everyone, even the servants.

“I understand, and I am grateful for your consideration of my reputation.” He helped you leave the carriage, you understood his reasoning it would a while to have a better reputation.

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You could hear the noises of Kings Landing it was a bit smelly, but it had personality. People were busy walking around the city, you were all alone in the carriage without Ser Criston to ease your nerves. Your leg was bouncing, you see the carriage getting into the castle. It stopped, this is it you thought.

Ser Criston saw the family waiting, Alicent had a scowl, Haleana was playing with a spider, Aegon had a smirk on his face and Aemond looked nervous, no one could tell but Ser Criston you knew him well. He quickly left his horse to help Lady Shaera, he wanted to reassure her, and he saw that the Queen was surprised by his actions.

The door was opened, it was Ser Criston who smiled at you and helped you get out of the carriage. You saw them, the Royal Family. It seemed as if they were holding their breath, were you that feared? Lady Shaera made perfectly clear that your father was the richest man in the Seven Kingdoms and people let her get away with too much, you concluded. But you decided in doing things differently, be good, and be yourself.

“Lady Shaera, welcome to Kings Landing.” You curtsied the Queen, she had a tight smile on her face. She was waiting for the most unpleasant woman, but anything to secure the best alliance in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms. She knew that Rhaenyra was trying to have you married to Jace, but she was quicker and Lord Lewis Oxwell knew that the boys were bastards.

“Thank you, my Queen. If you allow my forwardness, you are beautiful.” She was too stunned to speak, she saw that most sincere smile on your face and she was disconcerted. Alicent looked at Ser Criston who simply nodded at her.

“Thank you, you are very kind Lady Shaera.” Alicent pointed at her children, and you moved your attention towards them. “My son, Aegon.” You curtsied him, Aegon looked drunk you were sure he wouldn’t remember this interaction. “My daughter, Haleana.” You curtsied her as well, but she was playing with a rather large spider, she looked at you and put the spider on your hand. Alicent was about to chastise her daughter but you started to play with the animal.

“What is the name?” You inquired, fascinated with the tarantula. Haleana was expecting disgust, as most people do.

“She hasn’t told me yet.” She stated, you nodded and looked at him.

You realized that he hasn’t looked at you once, Prince Aemond your future husband. Your breath was caught in your throat, he was the most handsome man you’d ever met.

“My son, Aemond.” You curtsied him, in his mind Aemond was waiting for a hurtful comment from you. You didn't say anything rude to anyone yet but he was sure that you were going to say something about him missing an eye, he’s heard the whispers you refer to him as a ‘One-Eyed monstrosity’.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Prince Aemond.” You couldn’t hide the smile away from your face, you were flustered. He was so handsome.

“Lady Shaera.” He stated coldly and he left the courtyard. The smile fell from your face, he didn't approve of you? He thought you to be ugly? The thought of any of those possibilities hurt.

“Let me guide you to your chambers, we are having a feast to celebrate your arrival.” Queen Alicent wanted to distract from Aemond’s rudeness.

The Queen urged you to follow her and the servants were removing your things and also following you, the castle was incredible, breathtakingly pretty. You didn't know what to think about Aemond leaving in such an abrupt manner, but you wanted to reassure the Queen, you wanted to let her know that you were going to be loyal to her son, that you would treat him well if he allowed.

“Those are your chambers, Lady Shaera. I hope they are to your taste.” Queen Alicent was waiting for a snarky remark, maybe you were trying to pretend to be a kind person.

“It is perfect, thank you, my Queen.” You curtsied her, you wanted to be as respectful as you could. You saw the servant with the boxes in her hand. “Could you please put those boxes in my bed?” You smiled at the servant, she simply nodded and put the boxes in your bed.

Queen Alicent was surprised by your antics with the servant, you could’ve been rude and no one would bat an eye but you were kind. She still was weary of you, but she decided to be less harsh in her judgement.

“Hopefully you are not too tired for the feast, the King will be there.” You smiled at her, you wanted to see the Prince again but in the back of your head, Shaera’s words about how he would be violent and mean.

“Not at all, I look forward to it.” You were being truthful, you needed to judge the Prince by his actions alone.

“Great, I’ll let you rest and get changed.” Alicent left your chambers, maybe the rumours were unfounded.

You decided to wear a pink dress, you didn't want to appear confrontational with a striking purple dress. That would be the right course of action, you thought. The servants that came with you were helping you get ready, they were so excited to be here.

“Do you think the Prince will like me?” You asked one of your servants, she was taken aback by your display of insecurity.

“If he doesn’t then he’s a fool, m’lady.” You smiled at her words, everyone around you praised you for your beauty but maybe beauty wasn’t everything.

“You are very kind, what is your name?” You grabbed her hand, you needed a friend now especially being in a place without your family.

“Alla, m’lady.” Only now you noticed her accent.

“Your accent, are you northern?” She blushed at your words, no one so high-born ever paid attention to her, not good attention anyway.

“Yes, my family thought it would be best to move South because we were starving up North, m’lady” You felt sorry for her and her family, you were lucky that your grandfather was always able to take care of you.

“Even though is through bad circumstances I am glad you are here.” You smiled at each other and she resumed working on your hair, she was doing an intricate hairdo Alla was very talented with her hands.

Both of you fell into a comfortable silence, but your mind was racing you were thinking about the Prince and if he would think you were enough, and if he would be kind to you. You also thought about Arrow, if he would be looking for you or he would simply stop coming to the farm. You didn't want to think about your grandparents, you couldn’t cry. The desire of being free was still in your heart, but you knew that would never happen you didn't think that you would find yourself in a situation that would make you even less likely to be free, but fate has a cruel sense of humour.

The hairdo took more time than you anticipated but it was worth it, your hair looked absolutely incredible.

“I hope it is to your taste, m’lady.” She looked apprehensive of your reaction, Alla took so long doing this and she was really proud of it.

“It’s so much better than I expected, thank you.” You’ve never seen Alla with the biggest smile before, he was happy.

“We must put your dress now, m’lady.” You were in your undergarments, Alla started putting on your corset and later your dress.

You were ready now, and the feast started a few minutes ago. You heard a faint knock at the door. Alla went to open the doors, it was Ser Criston Cole.

“Lady Shaera, I am here to accompany you to the feast.” In the short amount of time that he met you, Criston felt very protective towards you.

“I am grateful, Ser Criston.” You looked at Alla. “Could you please bring the boxes with you, Alla?” She looked shocked for a few seconds then nodded and grabbed the boxes.

“Shall we?” He gave you his arm and was guiding you towards The Great Hall, you were so nervous but you put on a brave face, you needed to have strength. Your hands were sweating, your heart was pounding you could hear the music and the laughter.

Most people were dancing, but they all stopped to see you. You’ve seen so many eyes on yourself, you knew that you never saw that many people together before. The Lords and Ladies opened a path for you, Ser Criston was leading you and there you saw, next to his sister, Prince Aemond was looking at you intently. You smiled, he was even more handsome now that you could see his face properly. You finally reached the table, Prince Aegon raised his glass of wine to you.

“Lady Shaera, you look incredible.” Queen Alicent complimented you, she was wearing a really nice green dress.

“You as well, my Queen.” You were in awe of her beauty, no wonder the King chose her to be his wife.

“Come, you shall sit next to your betrothed.” Ser Criston left your side and you went to sit next to Aemond, he didn't look at you maybe he was nervous, but you quickly threw the thought away, he was a skilled warrior according to Shaera he would never be nervous next to any Lady.

“Lady Shaera, I hope you had a pleasant journey.” His tone of voice gave nothing away, he didn't sound excited, or annoyed.

“Yes, I must thank you for allowing Ser Criston Cole to accompany me. He is a great person, and told me many stories about you and your brother.” You started laughing, the stories that Ser Criston told were simply too funny.

“It was my mother’s idea.” He dismissed you with his hand, you took the hint. You didn't try to talk to him again.

You got up from your chair and asked Alla to come closer to you with the boxes, she ran towards you trying to avoid the Lords and Ladies dancing. She gave it to you curtsied and quickly left, she probably went to my chambers, you thought.

“My Queen, allow me to give you a small token of appreciation.” You handed her the box, and once she opened you heard her gasp.

“This necklace is gorgeous, thank you Lady Shaera.” He hugged you and hugged her back, it was such a motherly hug you were taken aback but you welcomed it either way. You went to Lady Haleana, she seemed deep in thought.

“Princess, this one is for you.” Haleana grabbed the box and opened it, both of her brothers were watching it intently. Gasps were heard coming from the Princess.

“Thank you so much, Lady Shaera.” She got up to hug you, Haleana was so sincere, so pure a person that you wanted to protect.

“Is not a problem, I’m simply glad that you are keen on it.” She was admiring the broach, always looking deep into her own thoughts.

“I know the name of the spider now, she told me.” Haleana whispered to you, it seemed that she didn't want her brothers to hear.

“What is it?” You were genuinely curious, happy to share her happiness.

“Y/N.” Your body went rigid, could she know? You dismissed the thought right away, even if she knew that you were a pretender she could never know your name.

“A beautiful name.” You smiled, and she quickly seemed far away once again. You went to sit back.

Shaera taught you how to dance but you did not enjoy it, you were happy to watch the people dancing and having fun. You felt the Prince’s eye on you watching the people dance, your face had nothing but amusement. Aemond saw a man approaching, a Lannister he concluded.

“Lady Shaera, would you give me the honour of a dance?” You remembered Shaera talking about the Lannisters, and how she grew up with them.

“I am honoured but I feel quite tired from the journey.” The whole family was now looking at you, clearly expecting you to accept the invitation.

“My betrothed, do not fret leaving me alone. For I can watch your lovely form from here.” He grabbed your hand and kissed it, you didn't have the time to react but where he touched you started tingling, and a fire deep within your loins started. “Forgive my betrothed, Lord Lannister for she cannot leave my side.” Your head was spinning, out of nowhere, he started acting as if he doesn’t loathe your mere presence.

“Well, my Lady?” The Lannister stretched out his hand, you looked at the Prince and motioned for you to go so you did.

Lord Lannister took you away from the table and to where everyone was dancing, his hand went to your waist but you did not appreciate it so you removed it.

“I must say, your antics were astounding my love.” You couldn’t hide the frown forming on your face. “Do not tell me that you’ve forgotten our many nights of passion, many nights tangled in furs making you scream…” You couldn’t hear any more of this.

“You are speaking with a Lady, Lord Lannister. Control your tongue!” What Shaera did was her own problem but you would not hear any of it.

“Which Lady, for I only speak with my whore.” You stopped dancing, and the anger on your face was visible even to Aemond.

“I will repeat myself, control your tongue.” You sneered, this man would not disrespect you.

“Curious choice of words, for the last time I remember you screaming for me not to control my tongue.” His smirk disgusted you, you wanted to wipe it off his face. The music was ending so you got an idea. You stepped on his foot with all of your strength, you were pleased with his hurt face. You curtsied and left him.

You started smiling at yourself you were so happy for sticking up for yourself, and you realized that Prince Aemond was looking at you. The smile fell from your face, you remembered that he did not like you. You sat down on your chair and decided to be quiet for the rest of the evening. Aemond didn't know what to make of you, were the rumours actually lies fabricated to tarnish your reputation? He didn't know what to think, so he decided to do what any reasonable person would do.

“Do you miss your home, Lady Shaera?” You were surprised of the Prince starting a conversation with you.

“Yes, especially my father.” You weren’t lying, you did miss Lord Lewis.

“I hope you call the Red Keep your home soon enough.” You smiled at that, maybe the Prince wasn’t so bad.

“I hope that too, my Prince.”

“Please, we are to be wed. Call me Aemond.” You could feel the heat spreading on your cheeks.

“Yes, Aemond.” You instantly loved the way his name sounded in your voice, and so did he.

“Would you be tempted in walking through the gardens with me? Tomorrow?” You were surprised at the request, but you wanted to know more about the man you would call husband soon.

“I’d love that, Aemond.” He was pleased with your answer, Princess Haleana was taken by Princess Aegon to dance, he wasn’t very enthusiastic about it but she was smiling so much.

You decided to watch her, Haleana had an air of innocence a stark contrast to her brothers. Whilst you were watching his sister dancing, Aemond was watching you. You didn't notice his eye on you, taking in your beauty, your smile, your aura.

After a few moments, dinner was served and people were talking and enjoying the food. You and Prince Aemond didn't talk again, but every once in a while you stole glances at each other.

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You were walking back to your chambers, and most people were returning to their chambers. After finally arriving at your chambers you saw Alla, you smiled weakly at her. She was helping you remove your dress.

“How was it, m’lady?” Alla was curious about the feast, she didn't want to stay and anger you.

“It was good, why have you left?” You wondered that after Alla gave you the boxes, you didn't want her to leave she was one of the only faces that you recognised.

“I didn't want to impose, sorry m’lady.” The dress was removed, and she started working on your corset.

“Nonsense, you are more than welcome to stay. It’s an order if it will make you stay.” The two of you laughed.

“How is the Prince?” You didn't know how to answer that, you knew that he was handsome and that he touched your hand.

“I can’t make an opinion yet, we are walking around the gardens tomorrow.” Alla squealed, she was genuinely excited for you.

“Then I’ll make a great hairdo, not as complicated as this.” The two of you laughed, you changed into your nightgown and Alla started undoing your hairdo.

A comfortable silence between the two of you, after a long time when Alla was brushing your hair there was a knock at the door. The two got startled, it was late in the evening.

“Who could it be?” You inquired.

“Maybe is the Prince to wish you a good night.” Alla smirked but you only rolled your eyes, she went to open the door before she could see who it was Lord Lannister was barging into the room and he stalked towards you.

“You little whore.” The slap was enough to make you lose balance, everything happened so quickly. “I shall not be denied.” He was screaming, tears started to fall once he started touching you against your will.

“Stop.” You screamed, but it fell on deaf ears, suddenly his disgusting hands stopped roaming your body and he fell on the floor.

You saw Alla with the chair in her hand and a tearful expression on her face, you were more than happy about her actions.

“M’lady, did I kill him?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, you could tell that was terrified and so were you. “Gods, I killed a Lannister. I’ll die a painful death.” You quickly checked his pulse.

“He is not dead.” You quickly assured her, and you hugged her tightly. “I’ll be forever grateful for saving me, and do not fret for I shan’t let anyone do you any harm, you are my servant. I’ll protect you the same way you protected me.” Alla nodded her head for having such a considerate boss.

The two of you got startled by someone entering the room, you forgot the door was open. It was Ser Criston, you were so happy to see him not another Lannister or one of their guards.

“I heard a scream, what happened?” Ser Criston quickly averted his eyes once he realised that you were in your nightgown, Alla quickly got you a robe.

“I was preparing for slumber when Lord Lannister barged in and attacked me, Alla saved me from being violated.” You held Alla’s arm, you weren’t going to let anyone hurt her.

“Is he dead?” Ser Criston carefully asked, war would probably ensue if that was the case.

“No.” As if on cue, Lord Lannister started to groan. Both you and Alla took a step back from him.

“I’ll take him, and we shall never talk about this.” Ser Criston’s tone held no room for argument, the both of you nodded and he dragged a semi-conscious Lord Lannister out of your chambers.

“I know that Ser Criston is a good man, but you shall sleep here with me. I do not want that monster to attack you in the servant's quarters.” You heard no arguments from Alla, and the two of you went to sleep.

Despite this, your mind couldn’t help but wonder about Prince Aemond. Should you tell him about what happened? Ser Criston’s words came to your mind, he never told you not to tell anyone else. You decided to tell Aemond, he was going to be your husband. The thought excited you, the most handsome man in the Seven Kingdoms was to become your husband maybe it was luck to meet Shaera that day.

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