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archieimagines · 2 years

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Discontinued Fandoms Masterlist

This is a compilation of all the works we’ve posted for fandoms we no longer write for. The writing itself will always be kept here for you to enjoy!

Check our main masterlist here!

American Horror Story

Imagines:

Cordelia Foxx | Imagine becoming the new Supreme

Big Bang Theory

One Shots:

Sheldon Cooper | Prove the Theory

Headcanons:

Sheldon and Leonard | Sheldon’s little sister sharing the apartment

Black Sails

Imagines:

Charles Vane | Imagine Charles Vane promising you a future by his side

The Breakfast Club

Imagines:

John Bender | Imagine Bender helping you find the library for detention

DC Universe

One Shot:

Hal Jordan | Get Your Own Jello

Deadpool

Preferences:

How they cuddle | Part 2

Divergent

Imagines:

Will | Imagine Will teaching you martial arts

Doctor Who

Imagines:

10th Doctor | Imagine being with the 10th Doctor in Paris

12th Doctor | Imagine being in a band with the 12th Doctor

Downton Abbey

One Shots:

Thomas Barrow | Such A Charmer

The Flash

Headcanons:

Barry Allen | Dating Barry would include

Friends

Imagines:

Joey Tribbiani | Imagine having a crush on Joey

Headcanons:

All | Having a night out with the group would include

Glee

Imagines:

Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman | Imagine Puck getting jealous over you

Grey’s Anatomy

One Shots:

George O’ Malley | 007

Owen Hunt | Major Owen Hunt | My Choice

Hairspray

Imagines:

Corny Collins | Imagine Corny telling you “Hey baby, looks like you could use a stiff one.”

Hawaii 5-0

One Shots:

Chin Ho Kelly | Mistakes

Danno Williams | Save Me

Hemlock Grove

Imagines:

Roman Godfrey | Imagine Roman missing your hints that he’s an upir

KINGSMAN MASTERLIST

LOST

Imagines:

James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer not wanting to give your bag back James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer not realising he’s stolen your medication James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine having your first time with Sawyer James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer noticing that Jack is your ex

Kate Austen | Imagine Kate comforting you when you lose a precious necklace

Sayid Jarrah | Imagine falling asleep on Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine being selectively mute and only speaking to Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine Sayid saving you Sayid Jarrah | Imagine Sayid scaring you when he turns ‘bad’ Sayid Jarrah | Imagine finding a pool with Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine finding out Sayid is touch-starved

Shannon Rutherford | Imagine lending Shannon your inhaler

One Shots:

James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Sandbox | Part 2

Preferences:

First Kiss

Night At The Museum

Imagines:

Kahmunrah | Imagine Kahmunrah falling in love with you

The Maze Runner

Imagines:

Gally | Imagine Gally falling in love with you Gally | Imagine trying to come up with a plan to be with Gally

NCIS

Imagines:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs | Imagine Gibbs reluctantly cuddling with you

One Shots:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs | His Closest Friend

Park And Rec

Imagines:

Ben Wyatt | Imagine comforting Ben after the Ice Town incident

One Shots:

Andy Dwyer | “Holy shit, you know Santa!”

Ben Wyatt | Happy Secrets

Peaky Blinders

One Shots:

Tommy Shelby | Eavesdrop

Preacher

Imagines:

Cassidy | Imagine being in a relationship with Cassidy Cassidy | Imagine getting up to mischief with Cassidy

Pushing Daisies

Imagines:

Emerson Cod | Imagine Emerson knitting you a sweater for Christmas Emerson Cod | Imagine being Emerson’s assistant

Ned the Piemaker | Imagine Ned falling in love with you when you become a regular Ned the Piemaker | “You’re covered in flour.” Ned the Piemaker | Imagine Ned baking you a pie

Reign

One Shots:

Sebastian ‘Bash’ de Poitiers | Real France | Part 2

Riverdale

Imagines:

Archie Andrews | Imagine everyone noticing you and Archie like each other Archie Andrews | Imagine being a Serpent that Archie falls for

Jughead Jones | Imagine editing Jughead’s manuscript Jughead Jones | Imagine becoming Jughead’s friend

Reggie Mantle | Imagine Reggie liking you

Sweet Pea | “Open your present!”

Veronica Lodge | I dressed down in this catwoman outfit for you and my party boob keeps escaping

One Shots:

Archie Andrews | Worry

Jughead Jones | Misery Loves Company

Sweet Pea | Blood, Tears, and... Corn?

Shadowhunters

Imagines:

Jace Wayland | Imagine Clary trying to go for Jace when he’s already dating you

Teen Wolf

Imagines:

Lydia Martin | Imagine Lydia helping you figure out which supernatural creature you are

Stiles Stilinski | Imagine helping Stiles through his night terrors Stiles Stilinski | Imagine being Scott’s little sister and having a crush on Stiles | Part 2 Stiles Stilinski | Imagine Stiles reacting to you getting terrible anonymous messages Stiles Stilinski | “Fine, you can put the topper on the tree.” Stiles Stilinski | “My gingerbread house is prettier than yours.”

One Shots:

Brett Talbot | His Angel

Stiles Stilinski | Unsteady Stiles Stilinski | Not Anymore Stiles Stilinski | Jealousy

Theo Raeken | In the Neighbourhood (kinda NSFW)

Headcanons:

Stiles Stilinski | Dating Stiles would include Stiles Stilinski | How Stiles reacts to you breaking up with him Stiles Stilinski | Taking Stiles to meet your parents would include

Theo Raeken | Dating Theo would include

X-MEN

Imagines:

Erik ‘Magneto’ Lehnsherr | Imagine Erik trying to help with dinner by using his powers Erik ‘Magneto’ Lehnsherr | “You’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?”

Charles ‘Professor X’ Xavier | “Why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?”

Charles and Erik | Imagine being recruited into the X-Men by Charles and Erik

Wolverine / Logan | Imagine stealing Logan’s motorbike to get his attention after having a crush on him for so long

#masterlist #discontinued #admin

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thebestofoneshots · 4 years

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MASTERLIST

DREAM JOURNAL SOMMAIRE

Dreamer: Lilly, 24. Gryffindor, E/INTP/J, mildly dyslexic.

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⊱THE BIG THREE⊰

THE MARAUDERS

MARVEL

SUPERNATURAL

⋇ ONE TIME DREAMS

Do not plagiarize, modify, translate or post anywhere else without explicit consent. REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS WELCOMED AND APPRECIATED!

All rights to their original owners as I own none of the characters except for OC's

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1800-fandoms · 5 years

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Reign Masterlist

Updated: October 15, 2019

Total Works: 8

Sebastian De Poitiers

One-Shots

Jealousy

Let Me Court You

Hurt

History Project (modern!bash)

Blurbs

Series

Charles Valois

One-Shots

Good Morning, Stranger

Broken Promises

Happiest Day of Your Life

Insane

Blurbs

Series

#reign #reign imagine #reignimagines #reign one shots #sebastian de poitiers #bash #bash de poitiers #bashxreader #bash imagines #bash x reader #Charles Valois #charles x reader #charles valois imagines #charles valois x reader #bash de poitiers x reader #sebastian de poitiers x reader

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black-dhalias · 2 years

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Owe It —Part II—

Bash De Poitiers X Reader

Settling into your families summer home was easier than you remembered as a child, then it was loud and someone was always shouting, but now it is quiet. Calm and eerie, and almost too quiet for liking; which you find odd, because when did you decide that the bustle of Court was something you would miss. You feel the slow breath brush against your hand as you exhale, eyeing the target ahead just beyond the arrow—you never liked the noise before, because this calm before you shoot was where you used to find comfort. Yet once you release the arrow, you do not linger where it hit, but instead turn your attention to the silver eyes that watch your movements—he seems so interested, engrossed as you smile brightly at him. A smile that he returns with as much vigor: "How you manage to hit center every time, I do not know?"

You giggle a little, and he feels his chest tighten; is there a better sound? You saunter towards him, the bow still in hand, but hanging loosely at your hip. "It is because I am good." He knows that, no one could deny your skill, but you seemed so confident with every shot—no matter how distracted, you always calmed enough to shoot a perfect shot.

"You are impossible." This time he does not hesitate as he hands you another arrow, again watching as you laugh a little and then prepare another shot—the breath, the calm... the release. Yet he cannot stop looking, he tries not to stare, to give you space, but it seems impossible. He gravitates towards you, admiring your soul and every fiber of your personality—and it gives him hope, because he spent so long wondering if this could ever amount to anything real. And it did, at least for him— he fell in love with his brothers lover... but it's more complicated than that, because you are his wife. Not his brothers. He was meant to love you, at least a little and now he does, but you seemed meant for Francis. So what can he do except hope his love is enough, and just wait. While that hurts to think about, he wants to believe that you love him just a little. Just enough, to make all of this worthwhile.

"But honestly, you're a much better shot than me." Bash watches, and you smile— pulling back the drawstring without an arrow notched, staring at him.

"How so?" His question is somewhat quiet, not meek, just not loud. The kind of volume when speaking to someone who matters, especially when they say something that shocks. Something that causes his eyes to widen just a little and lips to part. Yet the shock fades, and is replaced with those same understanding eyes that read them so well.

"Well—" You pinch the shaft of the arrow and swing it a bit, preparing your position. "You're able to shoot moving targets, and shoot while moving on a horse. A skill of its own." You glance back, "You also haven't looked at the target once-" Your lips curl into a grin, as his eyes do the thing. That slight widening before settling, a small scrunch to compliment his smile.

"I can't help it, you're stunning with a bow." He pauses. "Stunning in general."

You smile, meeting his eyes quickly— trying to read, to understand what's going on in his head. Yet he seems so honest. Not a lie on his tongue. You let go, never breaking eye contact.

"No one should be allowed to be that stunning while shooting a bow."

You struggle to keep your eyes open as the sun crests over the center of the sky, shining hard overhead. Seems to brighten not only the sky and heavens, but also the overall mood of the winter home. Mountains surrounding on all sides, tucked in the valley— is the Bourbon summer estate, well protected and well hidden. News of Princess Y/N's marriage spread quickly through Nivarre, with no one seeing it as fair. Yet, within the walls of the estate— words seemed to sharpen. Rumors are exactly that, weapons to bleed men dry; to bleed Bash dry. Shading a hand above your forehead, you spot Bash basking in the sun. His face highlighted in the slanted light and when he opens his eyes, bluer than any sky you've ever seen and deeper than any ocean that could exist.

"Bash—" Then as the shadows cast and his eyes grow weary, you grow concerned. Words had drifted to you through your ladies, but you had hoped to warn him before they reached him. The person who gave you, well everything. He could have said no. Said that he didn't want someone who was used. Left her to her suffering. Yet he didn't. He was kind, and gentle and a husband to a wife who barely knew him. Who loved someone else.

"They think I tricked you. Say I hit you and that you must hide it beneath your dresses. That I'm abusive because how could a princess ever marry me, and I accept it. Some even claim I stole you from France, but I'm sure Francis loves this one though. That we were lovers for many years and Henry refused to give us his blessing, so we ran away to your brothers country." You keep your head low, wishing you had the proper response, but what is right?

"People always talk... especially-" He seems to have a coolness, the cold calm kind. Like an unforgiving wave of icy water.

"About royalty. I know. It's why I stayed away from court, but since I'm married to you. I guess I'll just have to get over it." You extend your hand, but it's pointless as he shakes you off, and puts more distance between you. A long distance. One that feels all too familiar and terrifying.

"Bash—..." But it doesn't reach him, instead he turns on his heel to walk away towards the stables. He's always there, and at least that keeps distance between him and the rumors. Yet as you watch him leave, you fight the urge to call him back— missing him more than you anticipated. That's a feeling you weren't expecting.

Bash seems to regain his composure quickly, putting on a smile as a dumbfounded grin claws its way out. You don't even have to think about it anymore, or pretend to be flattered by his sweet compliments. Instead, there is a gentle honesty to him— a catalyst in your love for him. Not just care, but love. It grows and it's beginning to take root— it's not overwhelming or blooming, but it's there. It's no longer just a possibility, but an inevitability.

Archery had become a pastime between the two of you, a way to bond without forcing conversation. But after the first few times, conversation flowed naturally. You never seemed to run out of things to talk about, and it didn't click all at once— it took time. Took a lot of work to stay close.

"Tell me this, Lord Sebastian of Navarre—how are you blushing after offering me such a gracious compliment?" This causes his cheeks to flush a brighter shade of red, gentle hands taking your waist as he pulls you close.

"That's a title I should never have." You smile, having already dropped your bow—you reach up to stroke his cheek. Feeling the roughness of his facial hair.

"It's a title you deserve." His eyes soften, there's a tenderness in those silvery orbs that completely rewrite the meaning of a soul. What it truly means to be pure of heart. "Not just as my husband. But as the man you are." You place your other hand on his chest over his heart. "The man you are here."

With one of his hands on your waist and the other on your cheek, you lean into the touch. "Can I kiss you?" Can he? Is it too soon? It feels right, this feels more right than anything you have ever done. You nod, not hesitantly or with care, but certain of him.

Kissing him is not scary, or mischievous— it's not hidden in secret passageways and behind locked doors. His lips are warm and gentle, the last time you felt them being your wedding night. Which had not gone as expected. The tenderness of his touch calms the very ocean beneath your feet, and the care in his patience. You part, just briefly— not moving far away. He tries to read you, understand the thoughts hidden behind your expression—trying to put words into describing your eyes.

"Kiss me again like a husband kisses his wife." As opposed to the first one, this one is stronger. His hands holding onto you tightly, afraid you'll leave the moment he lets go. Like some figment of his imagination, a dream. Your eyes shut and he guides you deeper into his arms, you can feel the urgency. Does he really love you? Like this? Enough to kiss you with such a feverish need? Is it possible for anyone to love you the way Francis did? To care for you? It seems so, because Bash isn't close to letting you go. Not now. Not ever. He decided that a long time ago, that he would never stop fighting for you.

He leaves you close together, thumb rubbing along the low point of your cheek just above your jaw—you try to imagine a day you felt safer. A moment. But you can't. "I won't ask if you love me, but I love you, Y/N..." He pauses, cheek resting against your temple. "I've loved you since the night you ran away with me." He has felt the double ended sting of falling for someone who loves another, completely engrossed by someone you can never have. He always thought that between him and his brother, they'd always choose Francis. But with you in his arms, he believes you could choose him. A bastard nobody, with no titles or lands, besides the ones that came with marrying you.

"Bash..." You force him to look at you, humming as that soul becomes all the more enchanting. "I do love you. I admit I love him still, but I love you. More than I ever thought I would." You swallow, "I choose you. Us." You want this, simple— it was hard in the beginning, but now you wouldn't want it any other way. You appreciate him more. "I want this. Not French Court. Not to be some secret. Not Francis. I choose you." And he kisses her again, just as he did before, heart pounding in his chest. To think it is one thing, but to hear it come from your lips is another. It swells and crashes on him, it whisks him away and he is caught in the undertow of your presence.

He didn't seem to get over it though, it took weeks before he came to your chambers again. Before he even looked you in the eye. Bash never seemed to daunted by rumors before, but now that they involve you, he seems to be taking them more personally. You sit in your desk, attending to some duties that your brother asked you to handle while in the country. Guards posted outside as they announce him: "Enter." The guards bow and in comes Bash, bruised from his latest hunt in the mountains. He seems to spend most of his time away from the Villa.

You had come to expect a degree of warmth from Bash, but there is a severe lacking as he bows at the foot of your desk. You smile sadly, setting aside the papers and quill, "I've missed you." He doesn't respond, but instead rises from his low bow as you round the desk. But when you reach out to embrace him, he shakes you off, which is startling.

"You shouldn't." You go to touch him again and feel him flinch away once more, this time you realize it is not because of you, but because of pain. His face contorted even from the softest brush of your fingertips.

"Bash? Let me look." He takes two steps back, but you have him pinned between you and the desk. Your hands reaching out to lift the stained white linen to reveal bruised skin, nasty bruised. Layers of bruises in different stages of healing. "These didn't come from a hunt." You completely obliterate any chance of him lying, bruises like this don't come from falling off your horse. Bash is an expert rider, once perhaps, but there's at least four sets of bruising patterns.

"I'm fine." You press your fingers into his side and he winces abruptly, trying to create space. Which you oblige by stepping back.

"Obviously you're not fine. Strip. And tell me what happened."

"You could at least ask! I'm not some subject to be ordered your royal highness! I'm your husband!" You stiffen, his words hitting you harder than he had intended them to.

"Fine. I'll go find the answers myself." You go to leave and he grabs your arm tightly, his arm extending which stretches his core enough to cause him to heave. You reach out as tenderly as you can manage, and prop yourself under him to give him some stability. "Hey.. hey... I can go— oh Bash, what happened?" You speak hesitantly as he sits on the edge of your bed.

"They hate me." He speaks softly, "Despise me even. And they corner me, and beat me. After awhile I learned it was after I seen with you..." You... your people are the ones doing this to him, putting him through this. "One or two I could handle, but... I just, I'm supposed to be able to protect you and I can't. They get me every time." You nod, reaching out to lift his shirt completely— the bruises not just on his front, but across his entire body.

You stroke his cheek and he leans into your touch, the wet tears pooling against your fingers. "Oh sweet Bash, I'm supposed to be protecting you here." You kiss the top of his head and wrap him into your body, just tight enough to hold him close, but not hurt him. "These are my people." A faction of them that want you on the throne, a female monarch is more controllable and in a Protestant nation— they believe you could be an ideal monarch, with a Protestant counsel behind you. An all male counsel. Having a husband makes it more difficult for them. "My weight to bare." You stroke his hair, "I'll get them." You wonder how many men, what weapons— they obviously didn't want to kill him, just break him. Take away his fight. Break the body and then break the spirit. "Make them all pay."

That night he sleeps with you, head buried in your chest as you offer him the much needed protection. With his body covered, he looks at peace— angelic in the candlelight, and it burns itself into your memory. You'll find them all, Bash managed to give you enough of a description to identify a Lord Versalt. Torture the one, and he'll identify the rest. It'd been weeks since Bash had slept that well.

Two weeks since the kiss, and more kisses followed— some short and sweet, some tender, and some holding more urgency. It's been almost a year since you first came to the Villa, you two have taken care of each other. Healed wounds both mental and physical, and you find yourself laying in the shared room. His hands tangled in your hair as you face each other on the bed, your body curled as you smile through the kiss. The gift of happiness floods through every moment with Bash, "I love you." You whisper, brushing the hair off his forehead— you don't stand a chance when he gives you that smile. The kind the makes all the girls swoon.

“If you keep saying that, I'm going to take you right here." It's light and teasing, far from a serious threat, but you find yourself grinning.

"Follow through then, cause I love you." You say with a cheeky grin, barely able to keep a fairly straight expression. At first there is confusion and then he kissing you more deeply— those urgent kisses, but this is different because he is slowly removing your clothes.

#imagines #imagine #bash imagine #sebastian de poitiers #sebastian x reader #requests are open #reign tv show #reign imagine #multi part story #multi part fic

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rostovs-lover · 3 years

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☽ retired masterlist ☾

fluff - ☼

angst - ★

⇀ queen

⚇ brian may ⚇

roy rogers ☼ [ ao3 ]

your younger brother thinks his guitar teacher is perfect for you and he’s adamant about getting you together. (wc.3667)

time enough at last ☼ [ ao3 ]

an episode of the twilight zone leads you and brian to a discussion about your future. (wc.717)

⚇ roger taylor ⚇

christmas for cowboys ☼ [ ao3 ]

Your cowboy obsessed son and his trusty stuffed cow celebrate christmas. (wc.1120)

ultra-colour ☼ [ ao3 ]

roger asks you to do his makeup, you’re taken aback by how nice he looks. (wc.955)

⇀ reign

⚇ sebestian de poitiers ⚇

like children ☼

Request - Hey hey! Can I request a Bash x reader imagine where the reader is Mary’s younger sister and she doesn’t know Bash has been in love with her since they were children? (wc.927)

⇀ war & peace (2016)

⚇ boris drubetskoy⚇

an affair of sorts ☼ ★

boris was softer than he let on. you’re the only one that gets to see it but only in the dead of night when he sneaks in to confide in you. (wc.553)

⚇ preferences ⚇

the things we lost ★ ☼

You lose someone very close and suddenly (character) is all you seem to have left

sick (two) ☼

(Character) takes care of you when your sick, bulleted list

⇀ turn: washington’s spies

⚇ benjamin tallmadge⚇

rest easy ☼

Request - hi, can I request one shot about Benjamin Tallmage x reader pls? of course fluff, i like fluff >< thanks (wc.686)

#masterlist #queen masterlist #queen x reader #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #brian may x reader #brian may imagine #john deacon x reader #john deacon imagine #queen

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ao3feed-ds9 · 6 years

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by TombRomance

These are a series of One-shots I'll be making when writers block occurs. It has many fandoms and many subjects, Please Enjoy.

Words: 1756, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), Gotham (TV), Sherlock (TV), Justified, Star Trek: Enterprise, Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek: Voyager, Being Human (UK), The Unit (US TV), Supernatural, Reign (TV), Angel: the Series, The Walking Dead (TV), Fear the Walking Dead (TV), Into the Badlands (TV), American Horror Story: Murder House, American Horror Story: Asylum, American Horror Story: Coven, American Horror Story: Freak Show, American Horror Story: Hotel, American Horror Story: Roanoke, American Horror Story: Cult, Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, Firefly, Z-Nation, Helix, The Flash (TV 2014), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Arrow (TV 2012), iZombie (TV), Grantchester (TV), Bates Motel (2013), Containment (TV), Lethal Weapon (TV), Outlander (TV), Terra Nova (TV), Spartacus: Vengeance, Spartacus: War of the Damned, Spartacus: Blood and Sand, Spartacus: Gods of the Arena, Law and Order: SVU, Preacher (TV), The Orville (TV), The Gifted (TV 2017), Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Doctor Strange (2016), Deadpool - All Media Types, The Maze Runner Series - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Jurassic World (2015), Prometheus - Fandom, The Chronicles of Riddick Series, Kingsmen - Fandom, 300 (2006) RPF, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Resident Evil - All Media Types, Agora (2009), Transformers - All Media Types, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (2016), X-Men - All Media Types, The Vampire Diaries (TV), The L Word, Divergent Series - Fandom

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Relationships: Jon Snow/Original Character, Robb Stark/Original Character, Jamie Lannister/Original Character, Daenerys Targaryen/Original Character, Melisandre/Original Character, Margaeru Turell/Original Character, Ramsay Bolton/Original Character, Oberyn Martell/Original Character, Jojen Reed/Original Character, Podrick Payne/Original Character, Jim Gordon/Original Character, Edward Nygma/Original Character, Victor Zsasz/Original Character, Jerome Valeska/Original Character, Barbra Keen/Original Character, Tabitha Galavan/Original Character, Bruce Wayne/Original Character, Alfred Pennyworth/Original Character, Sherlock Holms/Original Character, John Watson/Original Character, Raylan Givens/Original Character, Boyd Crowder/Original Character, Tim Gutterson/original character, Charles “Trip” Tucker III/Original Character, Travis Mayweather/Original character, Hoshi Sado/Original character, Ensign Tanner/Original Character, Dr. Phlox/Original Character, James T Kirk/Original Character, Leonard McCoy/Original Character, Spock/Original Character, Pavel Chekov/Original Character, Data/Original Character, Wesley Crusher/Original Character, William Riker/Original Character, Tasha Yar/Original Character, Deanna Troi/Original Character, Jadzia Dax/Original Character, Julian Bashir/Original Character, Gul Dukat/Original Character, Weyoun/Original Character, Seven of Nine/Original Character, Harry Kim/Original Character, Icheb/Original Character, Annie Sawyer/Original Character, John Mitchell/Original Character, Jonas Blane/Original Character, Bob Brown/Original character, Hector Williams/Original Character, Dean Winchester/Original Character. Castiel/Original Character, Queen Mary Stuart/Original character, Greer Noorwood/Original character, Sebastian “Bash” de Poitiers/Original Character, Angel/Original Character, Spike/Original Character, Cordelia/Original character, Shane Walsh/Original Character, Daryl Dixon/Original Character, Rosita Espinosa/Original character, Negan/original character, Paul “Jesus” Monroe/Original Character, Nick Clark/Original Character, Alicia Clark/Original Character, Chris Manawa/Original Character, Jake Otto/Original Character, Troy Otto/Original Character, Sunny/Original Character, Tilda/Original character, The Widow/Original Character, Quinn/Original Character, Waldo/Original Character, Tate Langdon/Original Character, Dr. Oliver Thredson/Original Character, Kit Walker/Original Character, Mary Eunice McKee/Original Character, Kyle Spencer/Original Character, Misty Day/Original Character, Jimmy Darling/Original Character, Dandy Mott/original character, Mr. March/Original Character, Donovan/Original Character, Rory Monahan/Original Character, Edward Mott/Original Character, Kelly Severide/Original Character, Gabriel Dawson/Original Character, Brian “Otis” Zvonecek/Original Character, Peter Mills/Original character, Antonio Dawson/Original Character, Jimmy Borelli/Original Character, Dr. Connor Rhodes/Original Character, Dr.Ethan Choi/Original Character, Dr. William Halstead/Original Character, Sarah Reese/Original Character, Maggie Lockwood/Original Character, Jeff Clarke/Original Character, Malcom Reynolds/Original Character, Kaylee Frye/Original Character, Inara Serra/Original Character, Jayne Cobb/Original Character, Simon Tam/Original character, Zoe/Original Character, 10k/Original Character, Sergio Balleseros/Original Character, Dr. Sarah Jordan/Original Character, Dr. Hiroshi Hataka/Original Character, Dr. Kyle Sommer/Original Character, Scythe/Original Character, Dr. Kato/Original character, Barry “Flash” Allen/Original Character, Leonard “Captain Cold” Snart/Original Character, Harrison “Reverse Flash” Wells/Original Character, Harry Wells/Original Character, Mick “Heatwave” Rory/Original Character, Rip Hunter/Original Character, Felicity Smoak/Original Character, Oliver “Arrow” Queen/Original Character, Roy “Arsenal” Harper/Original Character, John Diggle/Original Character, Tommy Merlyn/Original Character, Slade “Death Stroke” Wilson/Original Character, Malcom Merlyn/Original Character, Thea “Speedy” Queen/Original Character, Ravi Chakrabarti/Original Character, Clive Babineaux/Original character, Sydney Chambers/Original Character, Norman Bates/Original Series, Dylan Massett/Original Character, Alex Romero/Original Character, Ethan Chang/Original Character, Zack Shellby/Original Character, Jake Riley/Original Character, Victor Cannerts/Original Character, Martin Riggs/Original Character, Jamie Fraser/Original Character, Mark Reynold/Original Character, Crixus/Original Character, Nick Amaro/Original Character, Rafael Barba/Original Character, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi/Original Character, Jesse Custer/Original Character, Proinsias Cassidy/Original Character, Eugene Root/Original Character, John “Thunderbird” Proudstar/Original Character, Clarice “Blink” Fong/Original Character, Marcos “Eclipse” Diez/Original Character, Capt. Ed Mercer/Original Character, Lt. Alara Kitan/Original Character, Lt. 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Literary One-shots

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ldLaGP

by TombRomance

These are a series of One-shots I'll be making when writers block occurs. It has many fandoms and many subjects, Please Enjoy.

Words: 1756, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

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ao3feed-sherlockfemslash · 6 years

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Literary One-shots

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ldLaGP

by TombRomance

These are a series of One-shots I'll be making when writers block occurs. It has many fandoms and many subjects, Please Enjoy.

Words: 1756, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ldLaGP

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #sherlock

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Princess- Sebastian De Poitiers

Pairing: Sebastian De Poitiers x Reader

Characters: Sebastian De Poitiers, Catherine De Medici, Henry II

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad Request- Could you do a Bash imagine from Reign? Reader is going to be the Queen of a country (You ca choose that) and is staying at french court for a while and falls for him. Catherine and Henry are against it because Bash is only a bastard, but reader tells them that they have no authority over her and she can be with who ever she wants. Then they get married, She is the queen and Bash is the Prince consort.

Word Count: 622

Author: Charlotte

To be Queen was a daunting thought, even though you were princess from birth it had never truthfully sunk in that you were the one to be ruling over your country. After your parents had died, your uncle had taken over the duties that would be yours, waiting until you were to be an adult and capable of ruling by yourself.

In light of your upcoming coronation, you had been sent to speak with dignitaries across Europe to not only settle your name as queen to be seen by all but to also find your possible future husband and prince consort. Your last stop before heading back to your home nation was the French court. Henry and Catherine welcomed you with open arms, unlikely for your benefit but rather that it showed them as useful to your country. The people of your country didn’t want you to rule. There had never been a Queen before, however with the power that your country held, it benefitted France to support you as you would be able to help them if they were ever in a tight spot.

You had been there for a fair while, and although you honestly would have rather been at home in your country, there was something- rather someone- that made you want to stay in the French court. From day one the bastard son of the king had caught you eye and now months into your visit and secret courting you were now having to tell the king what was going to happen.

As expected, they weren’t happy.

“That cannot be,” Catherine yelled in annoyance, raising from her throne.

“I do not allow it,” Henry added.

Bash held onto your hand to reassure you that his father and step mother were overreacting, however you knew that was the case and hoped that they would just give in soon enough.

“The bastard son marrying a princess,” Catherine scoffed. “It is unheard of. It will destroy your reputation and ours. Who could take you seriously in this?”

It was enough to push you over the edge. You dropped Bash’s hand, giving him a sympathetic smile before flattening out your skirt in an attempt to make yourself seem more presentable to assert your princess responsibility.

“Frankly your highness, I do not believe you have any say in this decision,” you stated firmly.

“Y/N-“ Henry started but you cut him off.

“I think you’ll find it is Princess Y/N. And I am to be Queen. No arranged marriage was prepared for me, therefore I am able to pick whomever I wish to marry. I happen to wish to marry your son. He may not have a title and he may be considered a disappointment in your eyes but I love him. I love Sebastian. I am not one of your subjects. You have no control over my decisions. If you still have issue to this then I apologise greatly and I shall leave, I shall leave with Sebastian at my side,” you frowned.

Both of them looked rather shocked by your words. Since you had been at the French court you had seemed somewhat submissive, so you standing up for what you believed and wanted was out of the ordinary. Not wanting to hear what they said, you took Bash’s hand once more leading him out of the room.

“You didn’t have to do that Princess-“

“Do not refer to me as Princess Y/N,” you said softly. “I am not your princess, I am to be your wife, and we shall rule my country whether that removes ties with France or not.”

He couldn’t help but smile at you.

“I do love you, with all my heart,” he smiled.

“I love you too.”

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archieimagines · 6 years

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Real France | Bash (Reign) One Shot

requested by: anon “A oneshot request for Bash from Reign please. Reader is next in line for the throne of a very large and prosperous country and is visiting France to make a peace treaty for their father. Reader and Bash fall in love. Reader want's to marry Bash and make him their prince consort. But Bash thinks reader should be with someone of their social standing, not a bastard.“ this is gonna be in two halves, otherwise it would be painfully long. part 2 will be out soon :) hats off to whoever spots the batman line ;) word count: 2106 words (yikes) warnings: none ? Part Two here.

His ice blue eyes were trained on you from the beginning. He could sense the fear that radiated from you as soon as you entered the throneroom, despite the way you held your head high, back straight and shoulders set in a determined stance. He could feel that you were quivering beneath your royal clothes, purely because he knew the light in your eyes was panic, he'd seen it in many people before. But none hid it so well as you.

The heir to your father's throne, the throne of a country at war with France, it was an enormous risk that you should be here at all, with so many French deaths on your father's hands and so many assassins thirsting for blood.

Nothing wins a war like the death of a royal.

And yet here you were, head bowed before his own father as you greeted him with a graceful curtsey.

King Henry waved his hand in dismissal, a sour expression on his face. "I've no care for your respect. Tell me your terms, and make it quick."

His father was often like this and it always seemed to unnerve people. But you? No, Bash could tell you weren't unnerved. Far from it - he gathered you were more annoyed than anything, but it didn't show in your voice.

It was steady and even as you spoke in a soft accent, "My father wishes to end this war that has left both our countries in sore circumstances. We have grain and you have money - we aim for a peace treaty that levels us with these supplies."

Henry scoffed, "So you come to us, I see, to beg for our money."

"I come for my people, and for yours. I trust you are aware of the hunger in your country?"

Bash's eyebrows rose and he turned to his father. You had a force about you that Henry wasn't used to, and Bash was interested in how this would go. It was rare someone would talk back.

Henry's voice was low and strained. "I am aware."

In contrast, yours was airy and strong, laced with reason. "And I trust you are not willing to condemn your people to starvation? You could have quite an uprising on your hands."

Henry was quiet, and Bash found that he was thankful for you. Not only for addressing his father's failings as a King, but for helping his people.

"I've brought much grain with me as a token of good faith and for my protection," you continued. "Should my safety be forfeited, the grain will be burned. If all is well, the rest will be brought across the border once a peace treaty is signed and the requested amount of gold is supplied."

A silence flooded the hall as the spectators waited for Henry's approval, or orders to take you to the cells.

His father turned to him with a brow raised, and Bash was sure to nod at him. Killing you would only add another layer to the war, and the people would still be hungry. Giving gold to save the people was a good trade.

With his son's opinion, Henry turned back to you. "Very well," he sighed, "The treaty shall be signed. As a guest, you are permitted to stay as long as you wish."

Bash jolted when he looked to you and noticed that you were looking straight at him, much more calmed than before. You gave him a subtle nod, and he gave one back, a reflexive smile playing on the corner of his lips.

"Thank you, King Henry. Your kindness will not go unnoticed."

And with one final glance to Bash, you turned and departed the hall, your men at your sides.

He made his decision then that he'd introduce himself to you properly.

Another call of, "A visitor, your highness," came through your door. Your room was smaller than you were used to, and not so lavishly decorated as you'd imagine France gave to respected visitors. But it was more your style - you'd never much liked the life of royalty. As your father's only child, though, you were doted upon in your own country like you were already running it, and all your friends were only friends for your protection. You knew they'd turn once your future rule turned sour, knew they'd abandon you when the royal life ruined you, as it did every monarch.

And of course, it annoyed you that you had to have guards stand outside your door all day every day, and that no one could just knock on the door and walk in for themselves.

Though, now in France where you weren't particularly well liked, you were rather glad for them.

"Who is it?" You called out, setting aside the letter you were writing to your father to let him know you'd been received and given a room and a meal.

"Sebastian de Poitiers, your highness."

Your brows furrowed - you'd never heard of any Sebastian de Poitiers before. Clearly not a Lord. You stood and made sure you had a clear passage to the sharp fire poker should you need it. "Send him in."

As soon as you saw those ice eyes, some kind of pleasant, peaceful surprise settled in your chest. He seemed so earnest, and so gentle compared to any other Frenchman you'd met thus far.

At the sight of his gentle smile and bow, you returned the smile and turned to the guard that followed him in. "You may leave us."

"Your highness, your father forbade us to leave you with any Frenchman-"

You met his eye. "Leave us." A short bow of his head and he was gone. You were relieved. Besides, you knew where the fire poker was.

"Your highness," spoke the man before you, "I wanted to welcome you to our castle. I trust the people here have not been so warm to you." He had a small chuckle in his voice.

You returned the humour, "Not unless warm means cold in France." His smile broadened, and so did yours. "Who are you, if I may ask?"

There was a light hesitation. "I am Sebastian de Poitiers, your Grace. Oldest son to King Henry."

Your eyes narrowed, and you took a small step towards the fireplace. "But Francis is the dauphin, you cannot be the oldest son of the King."

"Oh, but I am, your Grace, don't be frightened," he urged, clearly picking up on your fear and noticing the way you moved towards the fireplace. "I am the King's bastard son, my mother is his partner."

You squinted at him, with his wide eyes and hands held up. You blinked, "Then why didn't you just say so?"

His lips thinned and his eyes dropped, "No one likes to introduce themselves as a bastard on a first meeting, especially not to royalty. We're considered an insult."

You chuckled, coming closer to him, much more relaxed to know exactly who he was. "You are no insult to me, Sebastian. I should rather be a bastard than an heir."

At your words, he slipped around the desk to better speak to you, barely an arm's length away. "How could you say that? A bastard's life is no life."

Peering into his eyes carefully, a knowing smile lit your face. "You're lying. You agree."

He broke the eye contact and let out a low laugh. "That obvious, hm?"

"Very obvious. You smell of freedom."

"I smell of horses."

"One and the same."

He licked his lips to speak, a light to his eyes that excited you, but bit on his lip instead. "What is it?" You asked. "What were you going to say?"

His lips curled upwards, and you identified the light in his eyes as nothing but the joy of life. "Would you like to ride with me?"

"Ride with you?"

"That is what I said."

It'd be a lie to say you weren't tempted. "And how do you ride, Sebastian? Where do you go?"

His face lit up and he placed his hand lightly between your shoulder blades, bringing you towards the window, where the warm midday light shone through, over the castle grounds. "On the other side of this forest, there's a path that takes you towards the mountains, and then to the river's edge. Follow the current and there's a small village with an inn that serves the best food outside the castle. Perhaps much better than what they've been giving you here. It's not too long of a ride, we could make it there and back within a day."

When he turned to look at you, his smile wide and eyes bright, your breath was a little stolen. He was truly charming, cheeky, and gentle all at once. You'd always been good at reading people, and supposedly so had he. There was no hiding anything from each other, you came to realise when he remarked, "You can say you want to come. I'll show you the real France." He had that laugh in his eyes, and you couldn't hide the smile it gave you.

"And what would I, a foreign royal, do in real France? With peasants?" Your tone playful, you leant against the window ledge before him, and it was then you realised how close you were.

He was amused, but his voice lowered as he leaned towards you ever so slightly. "Don't talk like one of them. You're not."

Your head tilted to the side at the force he used with those words. It was sweet, really, that he believed he understood you already. "You met me moments ago. That's a rather bold claim, bastard."

A low chuckle. Heavy eyes. "I'm a rather bold man, your Highness."

Perhaps he did understand you.

With a laugh, you stepped away from him to stand beside the window once again. "I like you, Sebastian."

"Bash."

You blinked. "Sorry?"

He shrugged, gaze on the landscape. "Sebastian. Bash. Call me Bash."

You arched a brow. "Very well, Bash," you tried, and stood closer to his side, sharing the view of the gardens. "Show me real France."

A few days later and you were deep in real France with Bash, who you could swear looked at you like no man ever had. There was a deep rooted trust between the two of you, and although it could be easy for him to have arranged an assassination now you were out of the castle and in the open, you had no worry at all that he'd ever do such a thing.

And he didn't. Only pleasant conversation, protection, and his encouragement when you mentioned your sudden, unroyal desire to climb a tree.

You were having the most fun you'd had since you were a child.

Eventually, you happened upon the little village Bash had told you about. “Here, just up ahead,” he nodded to where the trees were starting to thin. You could hear the life through the gaps, the chattering and laughing and bells hanging around the necks of cattle.And you slowed.

“Are you sure this is safe, Bash?” You called to the man up ahead, and he looked back at you, noticing how tightly you held the reins and how slow you were travelling.

“I'm sure,” he nodded back to you, a small smile on his lips. “The people here are friendly, and they haven't seen your portrait. They will only know you as my company, a lady of the court.”

You tried to let his words soothe your apprehension, but you couldn't help but hold on to that fear. In a country where people hated you, it was fear that kept you away from these situations. It was fear that kept you alive.

Bash understood your conflict, and with a small smile lead his horse back to you. Now before you, he reached out and took your hand in both of his, ever so gently. “I understand your hesitation, but believe in me. I would never let anything hurt you. I'd give up my life to keep that from happening.”

“You'd what?”

“It doesn't mean I really want to, I'll try and avoid dying,” he chuckled, “But I would, without question.”

And then some odd desire overcame him, and he found his lips pressed lightly to the back of your hand.

And it was intoxicating. The feeling of your skin on his lips, despite being only your hand, burned a desire into his mind that he wanted to kiss you more, kiss you for real. Here, in real France.

So he took your face in his hands, and that's what he did.

Part 2.

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Untamable

Pairing: Bash x Reader Prompt: After years of visiting the French court you go back to meet with your friend Mary only to find out that your friend Bash is no longer the little kid you met years ago. Also a lot of old styled weapons. Note: Yes the father is inspired in Richard Dempsey from “Tudor’s Dimond”/ I’m sorry if it's not the best, I tried. But it’s quite entertaining and the longest Bash oneshot I’ve found on tumblr so…/ I’m sorry the lack of fan fiction is killing me I had to do something / hope you like it

You were six when you first arrived to the French Court, your father was a jewelry merchant who’s title had been given to him by Henry Tudor when he sold him jewels to court Anne Boleyn. Richard Dampsey, Lord of Newburry. He was going to do some business with King Henry de Valois and he decided he would take you along, so you could learn some of the French maders, after all, he had liked the French court a lot more than the English one. You were walking next to queen Mary Stuart, who had became your friend when you saw Francis and Sebastian playing with wooden swords.

“Let’s go play with them” you said.

“Sure” she smiled and you both started running towards the other two kids.

“Can I play?” You said as soon as you reached them.

Sebastian, who was just a few years older nodded but Francis denied “Girls must not play with swords, you could get hurt” he said.

“You could get hurt too!” You replied angrily and shoot a look towards Sebastian “Can I borrow your sword?”

He seemed to have second thoughts but as he saw you frowning and wanting to prove something he decided to give it to you.

Once you had it you smiled challengingly towards Francis and he decided to accept the duel.

You started fighting however you could, you had seen guards practice, it couldn’t have been that hard, but now, it did not seem as easy either.

At some point you heard someone calling Mary and she had to leave, living you with the two boys and your fight. Not much after that Francis accidentally hit you hand with the sword making you drop it instinctively and then stumble to the floor. Bash rushed towards you.

“(Y/N) are you ok?” He asked, your hand pounded and you wanted to hug the older kid and cry but you would not let Francis win.

“I’m fine” you said with a frawn and picked up the wooden sword that was near you and suddenly stood up blowing hard towards Francis sword, which make him drop it from the strength.

He shoot you a confused look and you gave him a satisfied smile. You then dropped the wooden sword toward his feet.

“I must go” you said then and walked back towards the castle. Francis stared at you perplexed, and Bash with a proud smile, you had proved your point an he though it was amazing.

10 YEARS LATER

You had left the French court when you turned seven, just a a few months after Mary left to be protected. You went back to England and finished growing up in between your house in Lonodon, and Rome, you had visited Arabia, while traveling with your dad as you did every now and then, but here you heard your friend Mary was back at the French Court you decided you had to go and meet with her too.

When you arrived to the shore Mary was waiting for you, you had sent a letter a few days before to notify her you were going. You hugged each other tight.

“It’s been so long” she stated.

“You missed me?” You said with a side smile.

“Oh shut up, Miss I’ve been everywhere in the world”

“I wouldn’t say I have seen everywhere, anyway, enough form me, how have things been here with Francis?” You asked with a cheekyish smile.

By now you were already walking towards the castle “We could be better, but we do like each other, al lot” she stated.

“I’m sorry to hear that, the first thing, I mean, I still think he is a brat”

“Shhhh, he’s the future king” she stated.

“Does that change it?” You answered back with a laugh.

Once in the castle Mary took you to what would be your chambers and let you settle in, she said you would meet back at the feast later that night.

After getting everything where you though it should be you decided to go for a walk. As you were strolling through the gardens you saw a Francis talking to Bash from far away. It had been so long since you had seen them both that you ran towards the two of them when you found them training with some weapons.

“It’s been so long” You said interrupting their session and walking up to hug Bash tightly, he had been one of your best friends when you were little. Then you turned to Francis and gave him a rather awkward hug. You didn’t miss him as much.

“You’ve grown” he said.

“That often happens when 10 years pass by” You answered.

“You’re still the same” he said then.

You smiled and made a mocking reverence.

“No, for your advantage I’m no longer taller than you” you said and he just denied with his head “What were you doing?” You asked then.

“Practicing my shot” He answered as if it had been obvious.

“You seem to have a bad habit of always coming while we’re using some sort of weapon” Said Sebastian with a smile.

“Yeah, bad for you as I also have a habit of wining” You replied with a smile, Francis rolled his eyes and then he shot an arrow straight to the middle.

“Win that” he said then.

You grabbed one of the bows and an arrow. You breathed in and out and shot the arrow, it sliced his in two. You heard some clapping it was Bash “I’ve been practicing too” you stated.

“I have to go” you heard Francis say and walk towards Mary.

“That was amazing” Said Bash once the two of you were alone.

“You should see me with a sword then” you said with a smile.

“I’ve missed you” He said taking a long look at you.

You felt your cheeks burning a little and looked to the floor until they cooled down. “I’ve missed you too” you replied looking back at him. You did not want to admit it but he had grow to be a very, very good looking young man. “Anyway, I must go prepare for the feast” you stated before leaving.

You went to your room and decided you would look for your nicest garments. You wanted to look pretty that night. You took out the jade green and golden dress that you loved. And made sure you looked pretty, you even put on some makeup.

Once you were done you went to meet Mary, as you decided you would both go to the feast together. The king wasn’t in the castle that night but everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves nonetheless.

After just a while you heard weird noise coming from outside and started paying attention so everything that happened around you. Something was odd and it worried you.

After just a few seconds you decided you would have to do something and you walked towards Mary “I think something’s wrong”

She gave you a clueless look “I don’t understand what you mean”

“Come with me” you said pulling her towards one of the side doors and got out. You saw a few guards approach the others and then how they killed them. You shot a look towards Mary and motion for her to follow behind you, you had been lucky they hadn’t seen you.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“Somewhere save?” You responded as means of asking her where that would be.

You manage to get to a room and both of you hid in the entrance of the secret passages. You seemed to be save until you heard a guard coming in, he was wearing a full armour. He was asked to search for the queen. And he got close enough to find the entrance, he opened the door and you snapped quickly, you covered his mouth and used your dagger to threaten his neck with it. “You will say it’s clear or you’re dead” you said the most firm way you could.

“It’s clear!” He said as soon as you uncovered his mouth, after that you sliced his throat.

“Dear lord” you heard Mary gasp.

“Help me get the armour, if no-one comes out they’ll know something happened”

Mary seemed rather traumatized, just as you were, but helped you nonetheless. Once you had the clothes you dragged the body behind the bed.

“I’ll dress up, you must stay and hide, I’ll look for help” you stated, she nodded.

You took your dress off and started putting in the soldier garments, Mary helped you and after that you put on the hood, so that you wouldn’t be noticed. “Take care” she said as you were leaving.

“You too, I need you alive for when I return with back up” you replied, she gave you a warm smile and you turned to the door. This was the moment to either use what you had learned just to have fun or die. You walked as straight as you could to look tall enough and managed to get out of the castle. Where it wasn’t much better. There was a lot of fighting guards. You grabbed a horse and started galloping towards the exit, you knew Francis and the king were somewhere in the south and you would reach to them for help. You were about to get out when you saw Sebastian fighting a man, and another creeping up from behind. You galloped fast and managed to slice a sword on the back-stabber before he could hurt him. “Get up” you said extending you hand once he had killed the guy in front of him. He didn’t seem to trust you so you took off the hood. “Bash, we do not have time, get up here!” You screamed and when he saw it was you he grabbed you hand and got on the horse, you both started galloping to the woods.

“Take the reins” you screamed as you galloped as quickly as you could.

“What?!” He asked confused.

“Take control of the horse so I can shoot!” You replied back, grabbing his hands and passing them around your waist and up grabbing the reins. He moved his head over your left and you maneuvered to get the bow and a few arrows. You started shooting some of the aggressors as you both disappeared on the woods.

After a few hours of galloping you had to stop so that the horse could get some rest and water. You found a tiny stream of a river and decide to use it in your advantage.

“Thanks for saving me” He said as he moved the horse towards the stream. Your face was dripping with water and you had no dress to clean it up with, it was all chainmail and metal.

“Well I wasn’t gonna leave you there” you said and the huffed “This uniforms are quite unpractical”

“Are they?” He asked with a smile.

“Yes! I cannot dry my face, it’s all made of metal and the cape is too dull” you said.

He chuckled “They are not as unpractical when there’s a sword trying slice through your heart”

You hummed “You’re probably right… Still, they are quite heavy”

“I’d never though I’d see you complaining over an armour” he said then.

“Well, maybe if it were my size and not your side I wouldn’t be”

He raised an eyebrow.

“We have to go, or we won’t arrive to save Mary, she stayed hidden as I came for help?”

“Then why are we here?” He asked.

“We both know there’s not nearly as enough guards as we would need to stop them. We have to go and get Francis and Henrry, they have more soldiers with them”

“Smart. Was this your plan all along?”

“Yes, you’re just here because I’m amazing and I actually spotted you in between so many guards”

“We must hurry then” he said and mounted the horse.

“Come on, I’ll direct this time” he said as you mounted behind him. You thought twice before doing what you did next but you really disliked the wetness of your face.

“Are you drying your face on my shirt?” He said turning his face to yours. You replied with a guilty smile. “You know I have not changed since the morning and that” he said pointing to a red stain “is probably blood”

“It’s dry” you stated.

He rolled his eyes with a smile and started riding.

After a while you ended up half asleep with your head on his right shoulder.

“(Y/N)” you heard him say your name gently “We’re close… And I don’t wan you to fall of the horse, don’t fall asleep”

“I’m not falling asleep, I’m just trying to pretend we are not on a life or death mission” you stated still with your eyes still closed.

“Then where are we?”

“I don’t know… Having a nice ride in the coast. Maybe going to Mary and Fancis’ wedding” you stated.

Just a few minutes later you arrived to the clearing where the rest of the soldiers were.

You both de-mounted the horse and asked to see Francis.

Once there you talked “The castle has been hijacked, me and Mary managed to hide form the attackers and up to where I know the rest of the court are hostages on the ball room. We need to do something”

“Is that lady (Y/N)?” Asked King Henrry when he took a good took a good look at what you were wearing.

“I had to blend in somehow” you tried to explain the clothes you were wearing “I found Bash on the way out and now we’re both here to save help everyone”.

“We have to head back now” you overheard Francis said worryingly.

“Prepare the guards, we’re going back in 20” he said.

Francis nodded and left.

“Where are you going?” You heard Bash say as you were approaching the armory

“I’m going to see if I find a smaller uniform”

“Why?” He asked then.

“Well, it would be more comfortable in a fight” you answered.

“Do you really think Henry is going to let you fight?” he said.

“You need as many men as you can get” you replied, by then you had already arrived to the armour you and started looking for a fitting armour.

“(Y/N), you’re a WOMAN” he answered strongly.

“And I’m just as good as any man!” You replied the same way “and you know it, you’ve seen me with a sword and an arrow! If you told him how good I am he would accept”

“I won’t tell him” he stated.

“Why not? You’ve seen how good I am! You’ve seen me shoot 10 arrows and hit the jackpot with all of them!”

“Cause I do not want to lose you”

“What?” You asked confused.

“I only left with you because it was you who I was going back for. I wasn’t hesitating on leaving with you and the horse because I didn’t know who you were but because I wasn’t going to leave you in the castle”

You were spechless, you had no idea he cared about you that much “I won’t die” you stated reassuringly “Maybe you can use me as a distraction, I’ll arrive to the castle as if didn’t know it was under attack and distract them, you’ll get in through the secret passages and…”

“Absolutely no!” He stated. “If you want to fight you’ll be next to me and do whatever I tell you too, I won’t risk your life”

“What about Marry?”

“Well save her”

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You, Francis and Bash had split up form the rest of people and we’re going to get Mary form her hideout while the king and the rest of the soldiers would go and get the people form the court.

You sneaked in through the passages and managed to get to the castle. Where you were trying to find a way to get to exactly where Mary was hiding.

“She isn’t far away, we just have to get to the end of this hallway and the fifth room to the right”

“There’s like 10 guards talking over there” you heard Francis.

“Even if the three of us attacked it would be dangerous” stated Bash then.

“Maybe I have a solution” you replied taking of the metal part of the armor and then the chainmail. You had a corse under it but still both of them turned around instantly.

“The hell are you doing?” Asked Bash rather angry.

Getting this, you replied and they turned around looking at the tiny crossbow you had in your hand. Then you handed it to Bash and put on the chainmail back on. “I have five arrows and I can easily take them down but they’ll be alert when we try to get the rest”

“We can easily take five” he replied.

“Well then” you said and started shooting the tiny arrows towards the guards. 5 dropped to the floor and the others where alert yet they didn’t know what happened. Then big Francis and Bash charged against them killing almost all, but there was one you hadn’t seen and he tried to attack Francis, you grabbed the sword you had on and sliced the head of the man with one smooth stroke.

When Francis turned around and saw what you did he bowed at you “Thank you”

You smiled “Let’s go get Mary”

You walked to the room and knocked on passage door thee times. Mary opened grabbing the knife you had left her tight and you smiled widely when you saw she was fine.

You hugged each other “Thank you” she whispered and then she thanked Bash. After that she hugged Francis.

“We must go show you’re fine” he said and they both left the room.

“I suppose I’ll have to change back now” you said in a rather unpressed tone.

“I though you didn’t like it” Bash answered with a half smile.

“I like feeling a hero” you said as you reached to grab your dress and moved behind the changing rack.

“Well you were one today, no objections” he said. You had already put on the dress and were struggling with the buttons, it was almost impossible to get them to work without a maids help. You breathed out annoyed and crossed your arms. You did not want to lose you self pride by asking Bash for help but it was either that or an unbuttoned dress.

You got out with a rather defeated look “Do you think…” You looked to the side still annoyed you would have to ask help for something as simple “Do you think you could help me get this buttoned?” You asked annoyed.

He laughed, “Is that what’s got you so mad?” You sent him a look “I’ll help” he raised his hands in a defeat mode before you turned around to let him button the dress.

You felt how his hands gently started to button your dress and how every now and then they chafed your bars back and made you shiver.

Once it was done you turned back to see him “Thanks for that…” You replied.

You look at him and you almost for lost in his icy blue eyes, and you didn’t know if it was because of the pressure or the danger or relive you had been though but you smoothly and quietly stole a kiss from him.

“I… I should go now… They’ll probably be waiting…” You stated when you saw that he had no reaction to your actions and as you were leaving for the door he grabbed your hand and pulled you back, into a kiss, a real one this time. When you finally drew back you ended up with both of your foreheads touching.

“Them let hem wait…” He said before stealing another kiss.

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Literary One-shots

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ldLaGP

by TombRomance

These are a series of One-shots I'll be making when writers block occurs. It has many fandoms and many subjects, Please Enjoy.

Words: 1756, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

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Literary One-shots

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ldLaGP

by TombRomance

These are a series of One-shots I'll be making when writers block occurs. It has many fandoms and many subjects, Please Enjoy.

Words: 1756, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ldLaGP

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mcu

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Healer- Sebastian De Poitiers

Pairing: Sebastian De Poitiers x Reader

Characters: Sebastian De Poitiers

Warnings: Mentions of Infertility

Request: Anon- I was wondering if you could do a reign imagine with bash. This may a little personal but you can make it vague or whatever. I recently found out that it will be extremely, in not impossible, for me to have kids and I was hoping that you could do an imagine where the reader can't have kids and bash's reaction to that.

Word Count: 662

Author: Charlotte

The words she had spoken made your heart stop. The impossibly and saddest certainty destroyed how you felt, and it only made things worse that you would now have to go speak to your husband about the fact. He had known that you had gone to the royal healer, it was hard to do anything without your husband’s knowledge, not that you minded.

Just you wished he hadn’t known, then maybe you could have time to wait and think before you would have to tell him. As he knew you had gone, you knew he would be sat anxiously in your shared chambers over the fact that something terrible may have happened to you whilst you were there.

As you made your way into your chambers Bash jumped up to his feet trying to smile through his concern.

“My Love,” he smiled warmly taking your hand in his as he leaned in to kiss you.

“Sebastian,” you smiled softly happily leaning into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around you.

Even if you didn’t have good news to tell the man you loved, you were instantly relaxed to have your husband hold you. No matter what occurred Bash was always able to make things seem better even in the darkest of moments.

“What happened my Love? You look uncertain. Are you okay?” He asked softly moving a hand to cup your cheek, still giving you a soft reassuring smile.

“I think it is best if we sit,” you said gesturing to your bed.

He kept hold of your hand leading you over to the bed, sitting next to each other on the bed.

“What is it my Love?” He asked softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“Well the healer told me… well they said I… I will never be able to have children,” you whispered, feeling shame for not being able to do your duty as a wife. “I understand if you do not wish for me to stay here, I would understand if you no longer love me.”

The words hurt you. You loved him so dearly and never wanted to be apart from him, however you would understand if he didn’t want to be with you anymore. He was already considered the bastard son of the king, he would likely be able to redeem himself slightly if he was able to bear a child, but with you that was pretty much an impossibility.

Sebastian seemed shocked by your words. He leaned forward wrapping his arms around you, pressing his lips to his forehead.

“I am ever so sorry Y/N. I should have come to the healer with you. You should not have had to find out that on your own. But do not fret or think such nonsense. I could never not love you. Especially not over something so trivial as having our own children,” he whispered.

You were confused. You had expected him to hate you. You knew that he was a reasonable man, a loving man, but you could only assume that he would have disliked you.

“You… you don’t hate me?” You whispered, tears falling against your cheeks.

He shook his head softly, cupping your cheeks, pulling your lips to his.

“I can never hate you. I love you, I wouldn’t have married you if I did not. Having children was never a necessity but if that is still something you’d hope for the future there are many children whom are orphaned and would need a good family. We can provide that. My family would not approve, but I am already a bastard, so I would happily do anything to make you happy. All I need in life is the smile on your face,” he said softly, holding his smile on his lips reassuring your thoughts.

You couldn’t help but smile and cry softly at how sweet he was.

“Oh My… Bash, you are so perfect. Thank you for being you,” you smiled kissing him once more.

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