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ascottywrites · 3 years

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AO3 History

That list that I, for some reason, think is valid enough to share. My personal Ao3 History.

Saddle up. The inner interests of my brain are kind of all over the place.

The Basement by My_Write_Life (Wip: 25/? | 40,696) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Stiles doubles back to the Argent’s house to free Erica and Boyd before making it back home. In which Stiles, not forgetting all about Erica and Boyd very much remaining in the basement saves them, Derek and Peter killing Jackson does make him go through the process of rebirth but he is brought back human and not a werewolf. Allison and her family go through the very legal repercussions of abducting three teenagers and Scott and Stiles friendship is put on hold because of that. Derek’s still the alpha.

Strip by Fessst (Wip: 12/? | 54,439) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

"Singletail whip. Your favorite, isn't it?" Red. Stiles felt nauseated as he bent over the bench. Red. The tremble only increased when his wrists and ankles were secured with leather straps. Red. He heard the Dom behind him give a sample crack of the whip in the air. Red. This would likely pierce his skin. So fucking Red. "What's your safeword?" Red. "Stiles?" "The... the stoplights, Sir."

When Your Back’s Against the Wall by A_Diamond, Michicant123 (Complete: one-shot | 11,976) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Fifteen years ago, the country of Beacon was shaken to its core when three slaves murdered most of the royal Hale family and one of the politically powerful Argents in the course of a single night.

Six years ago, Stiles Stilinski was forced to grow up fast and hard when his dying mother, herself a freed slave, left him at the head of an abolitionist revolution.

Two months ago, beloved princess-to-be Allison Argent was assassinated; three weeks ago, Stiles was caught and charged with her death.

Five hours ago, he was sentenced to serve the remaining Hales—tyrannical King Peter and reclusive Prince Derek—as a slave for the rest of his life. In a palace where the only people who may hate him more than the king are the ever-present family of the woman he’s convicted of murdering, the best he can hope for is that death will only be a few torturous years away.

Caution: swallowing dick may lead to injury - memoirs of a size queen

raeupchen (Complete: one-shot | 7,115) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

“Derek, can you give me my phone? I want to document this memorable moment,” Stiles said, before making grabby motions in the direction of his phone. Derek – unable to deny the other man anything – gave him the device before sitting back in his chair. He only raised one eyebrow when he saw what Stiles was up to. Apparently ‘documenting this memorable moment’ meant for Stiles to take a selfie and post it online. He showed Derek the picture with the caption ‘Dick sent me to the ER’.

soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep (Complete: one-shot | 1,423) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated Teen and Up]

"It’s been five months," Derek says darkly. "Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks."

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

Cornerstone by Vendelin for foreverblue_navy (Complete: 6/6 | 83,738) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

The Triskelion Mafia - Volume I by JamesAlexander (Complete: 10/10 | 20,834) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Derek Aletto saw his family being killed in front of him. Years of ruling the underworld of the organized crime were flushed down with the flames and the shot of a gun. Sixteen years later, under the name of the Triskelion Mafia, the family is back, leaded by Derek. He keeps his most trusted people close, for the Argento family is forever watching, trying to usurp Derek's prestige among the hidden world of New York. And everything seems to go according to plan, until the Argentos set an ambush for Derek's consigliere, Lydia Martini, and in the middle of the rush for survival, she ends up bringing Stiles along with her to the family's hideout.

tipping scales by jdphoenix (Complete: 2/2 | 3,810) Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: BioSpecialist [Rated Teen and Up]

An early morning emergency wakes Jemma and Grant.

Slick As A Baby Seal by Faradaze (Wip: 52/? | 131,098) Game Of Thrones: Brimund TarthBane [Rated E]

Tormund is in love/lust. Brienne is repulsed, then intrigued. The story begins shortly after Brienne arrives at Castle Black. This is my interpretation and expansion of the greatest ship that never was. Spoilers for GoT season 6, canon divergent as of season 7.

Rich Man, Poor Man by TyReed (Complete: 10/10 | 58,055) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated M]

During a first date gone horribly wrong, Stiles Stilinksi realizes that the snarky guy he's been asked out by is actually Derek Hale, an heir to Hale Industries, one of the most profitable companies in the entire world. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in the son of a teacher and a cop, a loser who spends all weekend watching movies in his pajamas, and who is also possibly one of the biggest dorks on the Internet.

At the same time, after screwing up their first date horribly, Derek Hale realizes that the funny guy he's asked out is Stiles Stilinksi, the warmest and kindest individual he's ever met in his life, with a family just a loving and caring. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in a guy who screws up everything he does, lacks any semblance of a backbone, and who is possibly one of the biggest history dorks in all of the United States.

These rich and poor men will come to experience a taste of each other's lives, and learn where the real blessings in the world can be found.

Bonds of Blood, Bonds of Family, Bonds of Love by TyReed (Complete: 10/10 | 44,003) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated M]

After being beaten up by a door, werewolf Stiles Stilinksi finds himself bonded to Derek Hale, of the Hale Noble Bloodline. For a scrawny, wimpy, Tainted Bloodline werewolf, Stiles runs away, embarrassed and humiliated as he worries about bringing shame to the Hale Family, and even more shame to himself. Because the Nobles and Tainted just don't mix, never have, never will.

Except, things aren't exactly what they seem.

With the help of the (meddling) Hale family, his adoptive (meddling) human parents John and Claudia Stilinksi, and one very persistent Alpha Derek Hale, Stiles might come to see himself as more than just the blood that runs through his veins, and open his heart to find the happiness, friends, pack, and the family that he'd always wanted.

Matenapped by xcaellachx (Complete: 12/12 | 36,671) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Alpha Derek Hale has known Spark Stiles Stilinski was his mate for over six years. The traumatized Spark had killed the rogue alpha who tried to kill his friend so many years ago and was still scarred by the experience. Now, Stiles was settled in as a magic shop owner and Derek was ready to claim him for his own. The ritual of matenapping was an old but accepted tradition and Derek had his den ready to receive his mate. It was time.

Stiles Stilinski thought Lydia was insane for thinking the sexy alpha wanted to matenap him. He was damaged by his past and determined to stay single so he didn't harm anyone. He kept his magic tightly leashed and couldn't believe that anyone could want him. Not a murderer. Even when the wolf came to see him and touched him gently, winking at him and looking at him longingly, he just couldn't accept it.

Very soon, Stiles wouldn't have a choice but to believe it. Derek was taking his mate and bringing him to his mating den where he would court and woo him until he couldn't help but fall in love with him.

(A/N: This is a lighthearted fic for the most part. This isn't an evil kidnapping/fall in love with your captor type. Not very serious at all, to be honest. Enjoy!)

**I could have sworn I had more eclectic tastes but I guess in 2018 I was firmly about the Sterek.

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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Vampire Royality AU fluff? 🥰 Lucian and his new (or soon to be) husband spending some casual-getting-to-properly-know-each-other-time together? Maybe a walk or a ride-out. Or attending an obligatory party (ball?) and finding themselves gossiping and laughing. Oh, or dancing, that's romantic too. Or anything, really, just them having fun together for the first time!

Oooooh, I love this very much!

And I am such a massive sucker for that whole cliche with vampires and their need to be so rich and fancy, so we're going with a party! :D

On with the fic!

It hadn't been Peter's plan, but he had said yes, because he didn't know what else to say. His court found it would be the best option to welcome Lucian and his people with a party, it was how they always did things around here, even when dealing with human lords and such. It was just proper etiquette, they told him, his parents and grandfather had done it, so he shall as well.

It had been unbelievably awkward, telling Lucian that there would be a party in honor of their engagement, and that he should look his best. If need be, he'd spend money for clothing for him and his people he had brought with him.

That was three weeks ago, in that time, Peter had spent some time with his fiance, but things were still awkward between them. He didn't know what to say to a man who went from being a slave to a vampire lord to raising an army of his people and practically becoming a ruler in his own right.

Lucian was a man of the people, someone who had seen much more of the world than Peter ever had. Peter, meanwhile, was a nervous wreck since the murder of his parents, and kept to his small area of the world, ruling it to the best of his ability.

He never knew what to talk about!

But tonight was the night of the party, and he could hear the festivities even from up in his room, it sounded like people were talking, enjoying themselves. They had even gotten food and wine for the lycans to enjoy, though they probably would enjoy the fresh blood the vampires were having, from the local farms around the castle.

He looked himself in the mirror, adjusting the cravat around his neck for a fourth time, he didn't wanted to dress like this, he wanted his normal clothing. He pouted, like a child. "This is gonna be dreadful."

"And yet I was so looking forward to this evening."

Peter jumped and turned, looking towards the door, where he saw his fiance, leaning against it. He looked... well, he looked absolutely stunning, dressed well in the blacks and dark blues of his outfits, much fancier than anything Peter had seen him in. Which wasn't a bad look, but Peter had to admit, he very much like the dirtier, rugged look the other normally sported.

And yet, he did make Peter's heart skip a beat at how stunning he was. His hair, hilariously enough, was still an absolute disaster, so he couldn't completely clean up, and that was just fine with the prince!

"Like what you see?" Lucian asked, smiling nervously. "I've never been one for these sort of things, to be honest."

"Me either, I don't like being dressed up like a ridiculous human prince myself, but the court insisted!" Peter sighed dramatically, but then gave him a cheeky grin. "I've gotta say, you do look amazing."

"As do you, your highness."

"Nnnn, no, no, don't do that." He sniffed, shaking his head. "Lucian, we're to be married in two weeks, no need for royal titles and all that, I don't care. Call me by my name." He said as he approached, standing just inches away.

He fixed Lucian's jacket collar, looking into those light eyes of his. "But then again, if you've got something else you'd like to call me, I'm all ears." He said with a purr in his voice.

Lucian made a sound in his throat, a curious, interested sound, before his smile turned coy. "I'm sure I could come up with something that would make any fresh blood you've drank go up to your cheeks, dear."

He then pecked Peter on the cheek and slipped past him to open the door. "Shall we?" He asked, holding out his hand after doing a ridiculous bow.

Peter snorted, then laughed, taking his hand. They walked down a flight of stairs and towards the grand hall of the castle, where, yes, the party was going well, which surprised Peter. He had thought it would be a mess, but he could see the vampires and the lycans attempting to talk.

He smiled and wrapped his arm around Lucian's, walking into the room with him. "Hey, it looks like things are working decently! Maybe we can make this union possible."

"Well, I do like that people are talking, rather than just staring and whispering among themselves like normal, but there is still the matter of us." Lucian commented as music was playing and he took Peter into the open area of the room, where vampire couples danced together. The lycans didn't seem that interested, though the prince noted that a few were tapping their toes, or nodding along with the beat of the music.

Lucian took his hands, facing Peter, giving a tiny shrug in a way of silently asking to dance. Peter gave a nod and started to lead, because he was sure Lucian had no idea how to properly dance. Peter, against his better judgement, was forced to learn by tutors and mistresses, because it was proper for a prince, even a vampire one, to have class.

"I think you're right." He sighed, pouting again. "We need to, ya know, actually spend time together."

"We're doing that now, so it's a start."

"Yes, but we need to hang out, talk and stuff, that sort of thing." Peter said, before lowering his voice, looking at the man who was soon to be his husband. "Did you, uh, did you and your princess...?"

Lucian smiled sadly. "It took ages for us to talk, but it was due to restrictions. When she started to train with weapons, it gave us excuses to speak when she broke them. In our case, you- Peter, we just need to actually talk, there are no restrictions."

"You can always come up to my chambers, if you'd rather no one be around. Or I can come find you. I heard word that you spend time outside a lot, in the countryside, watching over the stables or going into town. I'd love to go into town, that might be interesting."

"I go during the day, dear."

Peter huffed. "Damnit. Be nocturnal, I can't go out and about like you can, wolf boy." He lightly swatted Lucian's arm, earning a chuckle from him.

"Well, there is a bit of a nightlife, there are taverns we could go to, and I do believe a harvest festival is in the works, should be ready in a month. We could attend that together."

The vampire blinked, looking at Lucian with wide eyes. "You... wish to take me to the town with you?"

"Yes, I would very much like that." Lucian replied, there was just a hint of pink to his cheeks in the light of the candles in the room. "Have you never been?"

Peter shook his head, feeling embarrassed. "Never found a reason to, a lot of the humans fear us. So, any fun I could have would be spoiled."

"Well, you'll have me with you." Lucian said as the music stopped, a new song starting, but they just stood there, attention only on each other. "Peter, I wish for this to work, not just for our species, but for us. I rather like you, and I want to know more about my future husband."

Peter's tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of his mouth, so he hid his face against Lucian's chest, unable to look his in the eyes.

"Peter?" He heard the lycan ask. "Are you alright?"

For his part, Peter replied with a series of words that didn't sound like words, earning him a small laugh and he was walked from the dance floor, towards a back wall to be ignored. "Well, I'll take that as you wishing for this to work out as well. Stay here, I'll get you a drink."

He left a small kiss to Peter's forehead, before turning away. Peter watched him leave, trying to ignore the warm feeling he felt in his cold chest, but it was impossible, and he really wasn't trying that hard.

Lucian is such a romantic in my stories, what's up with that? (because I'm soft, and I like soft stuff for my boys)

I might attempt writing something with them at a harvest festival, that sounds like fun.

#lucian x peter vincent #good omens extended universe #john's drabbles #vampire prince au

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heller-obama · 4 years

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There’s Nothing Wrong With Me (This is How I’m Supposed to Be)

Wowww, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted a fic directly onto tumblr. I actually posted this on ao3 like 3 months ago but I guess I just forgot to post it here lol. Well here y’all go, here’s that one merthur fic I wrote like 3.5 months ago! Ao3 link

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“Right, you filthy vermin.” The slave trader (Jarl, perhaps?) said, looking down at them in more ways than one. “Which one of you is ready to face my champion in the arena?” No one answered him immediately - and not that he gave them much time to.

“No volunteers?” the man asked again, as if that would prompt someone to step up. “Well, I shall have to choose one of you myself, then.” Arthur felt the man’s eyes drag across the small mass of men. “How about…” His stomach began to sink when his gaze landed in his direction. “You?” His finger stopped right next to Arthur, and his stomach plummeted. Like the rest of the prisoners, he looked for the man who was unfortunate enough to be picked - although he already knew who it was.

Merlin blinked at Jarl, as if he couldn’t believe he was chosen out of all the strong, warrior-type men he was surrounded by. “Me?”

Jarl put his hands on his hips. “Death or glory, boy? You should be honoured.”

“But, I—” He started before Arthur cut him off.

“I volunteer,” he yelled up at their captor, subconsciously placing himself in front of Merlin and in between his servant and the dangerous slave trader that was trying to put him into harm’s way - something that definitely did not escape the man’s notice.

“You volunteer?” he chuckled. “I’m sorry, it’s a little late for that.”

“Well, you wanted a volunteer, so here I am. Unless your idea of entertainment is your champion crushing nothing but weaklings like this?” He heard Merlin protest weakly behind him, and he stomped on his foot as discreetly as possible to shut him up. He hoped his face was his regular mask of arrogance and not the complete and utter panic he felt inside. He couldn’t let Merlin fight this “champion,” he just couldn’t—

Jarl squinted down at him. “You think you can offer a better contest?”

“I guarantee it.”

“Arthur, no,” Merlin said quietly behind him, as if Arthur was a dog - or that he'd actually listen.

The slave trade laughed again. “Very well. Your friend will not fight my champion today.” Arthur felt himself release the breath he didn’t know he'd been holding. “Instead, he will fight you.”

Rough hands unceremoniously threw Arthur and Merlin into the “arena,” which was really just a round area bordered by other men hungry to see the two prisoners fight. Arthur almost couldn’t hear himself think, the crowd was roaring and cheering so loud.

“Gentlemen,” Jarl said, rising from his throne and immediately quieting the roars from the men around them. “The rules are simple. One man lives, one man dies.” Loud, raucous cheering rose up from the crowd once more; ending as soon as it started. “If you cannot or will not off your opponent, I shall kill you both.” More cheers rang out across the room as Jarl tossed two (quite shoddily made, if Arthur did say so himself) swords in front of himself and Merlin.

Arthur looked at Merlin and saw the same fear and apprehension shown in his face as he felt himself, which was comforting, in some strange way. He then looked down at the swords and snatched one up for himself, delaying swinging at Merlin until he was sure that his servant could parry it.

Merlin did parry his strike, although it was rather slow and weak for his tastes, and he wasted as much time as he could before launching another strike, backhand this time, and then another one overhead as slow as he could without raising suspicion. His next strike caught Merlin’s blade so that he could pull Merlin towards himself.

“Take it easy, will you?” Merlin ground out as he was pulled against Arthur, trying to pull his blade out from under Arthur’s.

Arthur shot him a look that he hoped said, keep fighting, you arse. “It’s got to look real, hasn’t it?”

Merlin shot him a glare in return that he knew meant he understood, so he finally leveraged his sword so that Merlin was shoved away from him and into the vicious crowd. They shoved him back with an equal amount of aggressiveness, and Arthur attacked him with several strikes he knew Melin couldn’t keep blocking; his parries were already becoming progressively weaker.

Arthur let Merlin strike him this time, and when he did, he responded in another blow that pulled Merlin towards him.

“I refuse to kill you,” Arthur grumbled as Merlin’s elbow nearly caught him in the face.

“If you don’t, he’ll kill the both of us, clotpole,” Merlin shot back.

“Well, do you have any better ideas?” Merlin fixed him with another snarky glare and attempted to move away from him so that he could launch another strike, but somehow, the bumbling idiot managed to trip over the flagstones, lose his sword, and trip Arthur in the progress.

Arthur thanked the gods that the way it happened looked as if Merlin lost his balance and that Arthur used the chance to try to pin him on the ground.

He landed on top of Merlin, both of them grasping at each other’s faces half-heartedly, trying to get the upper hand. The crowd went wild, rushing forwards to get as close to the two fighters as possible.

“What next?” asked Merlin.

“There was no ‘next,’” He scoffed, but before Merlin could respond, Jarl pushed through to the edge of the bloodthirsty crowd.

“Finish him!” Bellowed Jarl.

Merlin shot him a panicked look and a lightbulb seemingly went off in his head as it was replaced with a resigned expression. “Please don’t hate me,” He muttered, and before Arthur could say anything like I could never hate you or something monumentally stupid, like I couldn’t hate you, I love you, Merlin muttered something else, powerful, foreign words that automatically sent a spike of fear into his heart. “Forbærne æltæwelice!” Sure enough, his eyes glowed gold for a few seconds, and suddenly, the flames on the torches doubled and tripled in size, lighting the ropes hanging from the ceiling on fire.

The men in the crowd scattered, causing chaos to erupt in the room and giving them what would be the perfect chance to escape, had Arthur been able to do anything but stare at his manservant in complete and utter shock.

“Get up, you daft twat!” Merlin nearly yelled, rolling out from under Arthur and dragging him to his feet.

He let himself be dragged along and through the crowds, his mind still processing what had happened in the arena. Merlin has magic? Was just one of the many thoughts that were pressing against his head, desperate to escape. The only thought that was more pressing than that was Merlin lied to me, has been lying to me, for the whole time I’ve known him. And then: But did I ever really know him?

He must’ve been more lost in thought than he realized because soon he was running into the forest, Melin dragging him along, with Gwaine at his side, holding the swords they both dropped after their “fight.” They kept on going until Merlin was wheezing so hard he could barely go on, and Gwaine forced them to take a break.

Without waiting for any of their party to catch their breath (including himself), his anger overwhelmed him and he stalked over to Merlin and got into his face, nearly shoving him up against a tree. “What the bloody hell was that, Merlin?” He was so close to Merlin that he could see every single little microexpression on his face; from the total fear that flashed in his eyes like the gold that appeared when he did magic to the way his throat moved as he gulped heavily.

“Arthur, I—” Merlin started, his voice quiet and shaky, but Gwaine interrupted him.

“Arthur, I think you need to calm down. Whatever Merlin did, I’m sure it’s all a big misunderstanding.” Gwaine said behind him, his voice low and calming, as if he was trying to soothe a frightened horse.

Arthur whirled around to face him. “‘A big misunderstanding’? The fact that Merlin is a sorcerer is a little bit different from your bar brawls, Gwaine. Don’t try to involve yourself with things that don’t concern you.”

To his merit, Gwaine looked taken aback as well. “Merlin? A sorcerer?”

Before he could explode any further on the other man, Merlin interrupted them both. “I was born with it!” Yelled Merlin, the desperation and hurt coloring his words so much that Arthur pivoted back around and took a step back.

He said quietly, “What?”

“I never chose to practice magic,” Merlin tried again, his voice its usual level now. “I’ve been levitating things since I could walk. Before I even said my first words, I’d already nearly set my mother’s rocking chair on fire.”

“That’s not possible,” he muttered. All sorcerers chose to practice magic, and if not for evil purposes, they soon were corrupted by it anyways. If there was one thing his father taught him, that would be it. “Have you just been conning me all this time?” Making me fall madly in love with you? He refrained from adding. “What was your plan? To gain my trust until I became king and then manipulate me towards your own goals?”

“Are you kidding me?” His friend - no, the sorcerer - scoffed. “I’ve only ever used my magic to save your royal arse.”

“Bollocks. I would’ve known, I would’ve realized.”

Merlin let out a bitter laugh, one that was so different from the one that Arthur was used to hearing that he nearly couldn’t believe that Merlin could make that noise. “I’ve been saving your arse with magic since before I was your manservant.” He started counting names off on his hand. “Lady Helen, Sir Valiant, Sofia and Aulric, Nimueh - several times, mind you, Cornelius Sigan, Morgause - every single time she shows her face, the Great damned Dragon, just off the top of my head.”

Arthur’s jaw hung open. Not that it dropped open dramatically, like in the bard’s stories, but he opened it to ask a question or just to say anything, but nothing came out and it just opened wider and wider. He tried to say something several times, to no avail, before he finally managed to get a few words out. “You bloody idiot.”

“Excuse me?” Squawked Merlin indignantly.

“You blatantly used magic in Camelot, of all places, so close to the king, who executes anyone rumoured of consorting with a sorcerer?”

Merlin scratched the back of his head, an almost sheepish look crossing his face. “I—Yeah.”

“Why on Earth would you do that?” He took a step forward again, bringing him nearly nose-to-nose with Merlin.

“To protect you! Yeah, at first, it was because it was my destiny; I could never fathom how anyone could ever stand you, but then it was because I couldn’t bear you getting hurt when I could’ve protected you!” By the end of his tirade, he was nearly shouting and his breath was coming quicker - well, quicker than it was before, with the deep breaths they were still taking from their speedy exit from the decrepit castle.

Arthur chose to ignore the first half of Merlin’s rant, and he got a rather warm feeling in his chest from the second half. “Did you ever stop to think that I feel the same way? That if I had to stand and watch you get burnt on the pyre because my father executes everyone suspected of using sorcery that I would never forgive myself for not doing everything I could to protect you and that you got caught using sorcery because of me?”

Arthur watched as a myriad of emotions played out on Merlin’s face; first shock, then disbelief, and finally a look that was filled with such intense fondness that he almost didn’t know what to do with himself.

Merlin’s voice was so quiet that he had to lean in a fraction more to hear him, enough so that their noses were touching, now, less than a hairbreadth of space between them. “You would?”

He let out a little huff of breath. “Yes. I thought I made that pretty damn clear—”

Apparently, Merlin had no intentions of letting him finish that sentence, as he moved his face forward a little bit more until their lips were touching and slotted together and suddenly Arthur was kissing back and he pushed his servant - no, Merlin wasn’t his servant right now, he was his best friend and (hopefully soon) his lover - against the tree. He’d be damned if he said this wasn’t the best kiss he’d ever had and nothing else mattered except the two of them - that is, until Gwaine let out a shrill wolf-whistle behind him.

He broke the kiss and let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “Dear God, we forgot about Gwaine.”

Merlin let out a small laugh as well, and Gwaine’s wolf-whistle made way for cheering and laughing from the third man. “Oh, bugger off, Gwaine!” Merlin complained, somehow sounding both defeated and lighthearted at the same time. Gwaine - predictably - wasn’t deterred, and his laughter just grew louder.

“Just…go collect some firewood or something!” Arthur ordered him, not bothering to turn his face away from Merlin’s.

“Whatever you say, Princess,” Gwaine drawled, and though Arthur couldn’t see him, he was positive that the man added a mocking bow to punctuate his statement before stalking off into the woods. Once he was sure that Gwaine was definitely out of earshot, he leaned his forehead into Merlin’s and started laughing, with Merlin soon joining him.

“Where did we manage to find him again?” He muttered.

“He saved your sorry arse, as I remember it,” Merlin retorted playfully.

“My arse did not need saving!”

“Oh, it most definitely—”

“Merlin?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

“Gladly.” Arthur almost didn’t let him finish that one word by resuming their kiss, relishing in the fact that he’d finally figured out a reliable way to shut his best friend up.

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Well there y’all go! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!!

#jamie writes stuff #actual writing this time!!#merthur #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #gwaine #sir gwaine #merlin bbc #the coming of arthur #merlin 3x12 #fanfic #bbc merlin fanfiction #bbc merlin fic #writeblr #i think thats all lmao

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thelarriefics · 6 years

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HISTORICAL FIC RECS, Part I: Below you’ll find fics that take place in historical times. (Part II)

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England, 1897.

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Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

📖 Such Good Luck by @casuallyhl (66k)

Louis smiles at Harry’s words, leaning into his touch. “Tell me again.”

Smiling, Harry takes Louis into his arms. Pressing gentle kisses to his face, Harry murmurs, “In six months’ time, I will have my twenty-fifth birthday. On that day, my portion of the inheritance will become legally mine. And I plan that very day to announce to my family that I have found love.” Harry chuckles as he runs his lips lightly along Louis’ cheekbone. “That, in fact, I found love when I was twenty-one years old, and that I have loved and been loved every day since.”

Or, an Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

📖 I Hunger for Your Beautiful Embrace by @the-cheshire-pussy-cat (57k)

Legatus Harry is governor of Capua and Dominus of his estate. He governs with a firm and harsh rule and has never been known to be soft. That is until Louis comes into his life. A beautiful slave who creeps into Harry’s house and heart.

But in the times of Ancient Rome, when sex, wars, and death are the entertainment of the times, life and love are rare commodities.

📖 Liberté by @larriebane (64k)

AU. 1647. “Pretending you don’t have a heart is not the best way to not get it broken. It’s just the easiest.”

Or the pirate AU I always wanted to write

📖 Paint the Sky with Stars by @icanhazzalou (62k)

The historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

📖 Coeur du soleil by @softfonds (48k)

After assuming the throne when the Cardinal dies, Louis becomes King of France in 1661. He thinks he has everything under control and is determined to prove himself the leader he knows France needs, but his plans are quickly thrown aside once he meets a curly haired English Ambassador.

Harry's only job was to observe the King, and he ends up observing a little closer than expected. Featuring Captain Payne of the Royal Musketeers, Ambassador Malik from the Ottoman Empire, and Lord Horan from Ireland.

📖 My Heart Lies With You by @iamasphodelknox (31k)

For being the God of Death, Niall has a habit of acting on ideas without thinking them through. It's probably why Harry ends up with an unexpected but entirely welcome visitor in his bed the day after a Mount Olympus party.

📖 Embellish Your Heart by @letsjustsee (28k)

“You’re sort of a mystery, Harry Styles,” Louis says, and Harry looks surprised before he laughs loudly. “Am I?” Louis nods his head a little. “A very interesting, intriguing mystery.”

Or, a Bootlegger AU where it's 1925 in small town America, and Louis Tomlinson has never met anyone quite like Harry Styles.

📖 autumn leaves by @suspendrs (27k)

“Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn't mean to fall in love with him.

📖 Damn the Dark, Damn the Light by @hrrytomlinson (20k)

“Why is this face of beauty ringing so true?” The genuine confusion in Harry’s voice causes Louis’ chest to painfully twinge. “You’re a complete stranger in my eyes, William Shakespeare, but not in my heart. How is that possible?”

Louis wants to live out every romance plot he has ever written in his own life. He wants to be the protagonist of his own narrative, the hero who finds true love and gets his happy ending. Instead, Louis is stuck with only dreaming of such wild fantasies and writing them down. He can create entire romances in his dreams, yet he can never live one.

A Shakespeare AU

📖 Howls Like A Beast (You Flower, You Feast) by @indiaalphawhiskey (16k)

France, 1754. Château de Versailles.

“You don’t love me,” Louis had said, utterly blasé as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen.

“I do,” Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering.

Louis had rolled his eyes, exasperated and flippant in the way only beautiful, young boys could be when faced with the affections of a baby prince. He had run his finger down Harry’s cheek then, had forced him to look into his eyes as he delivered the final blow.

“You’ll change your mind once you’ve seen more of the world,” Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harry’s lovely, pure cheek. “Once you’ve been properly defiled.” He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harry’s cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.

A Versailles Au

📖 Autumn at Fairbridge Hall by @noellehenry (14k)

It is October 1817. Mr. Louis Tomlinson hosts an Autumn Ball and a Fox Hunting Party at his estate Fairbridge Hall, with the intention of finding suitable husbands for his younger sisters.

A Regency AU where Louis does not want to deal with marriage proposals, a stubborn sister and unwelcome guests. The only things he really wants is peace and quiet and..., the handsome Mr. Styles.

📖 To Honor by @a-writerwrites (14k)

Commander Styles leads his men to victory, but at what cost? A medieval Scotland AU.

📖 One Day You’ll Say These Words by @allwaswell16 (11k)

Growing up together in Yorkshire has led to a lifelong friendship between Louis Tomlinson, the future Marquess of Rotherham, and Harry Styles, the heir to a viscount. When Harry suddenly inherits his uncle’s title and estate much earlier than expected, Louis must watch his friend struggle under the weight of these new responsibilities, including searching for a wife with a dowry large enough to save his estate. However, sitting idly by as Harry looks for a bride brings some unexpected feelings to the surface.

A friends to lovers story set in the Regency era.

📖 You Look So Wonderful in that Dress by @becomeawendybird (8k)

Best friends Louis and Harry are the stars of an English Renaissance theatre troupe that travels the countryside performing history and morality plays. Louis plays all of the male lead roles, and opposite him, Harry plays all of the female lead roles. They've been secretly in love with each other for as long as they've been friends, and the manager of their company, Niall, has finally decided to do something about it.

#historical fics #historical fic rec #masterpost

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Wip Wednesday

starting it today because I finally make good progress in editing King Eddie/Lord Buckley and want to give you another little peace with hope next i will give you whole fic (tag list for the fic) more of this fic

Buck adjusts the necklace, before bending over the railing, but not daring to put it down, knowing too well how passionate Eddie is to love his man while he wears the jewelry he gave him. Especially this diamond - collar like - necklace. King feels the burning sensation rushing through his body from the picture of his gorgeous love wearing only the jewelry he gifted. “Bent a little bit lower, my love,” Buck completely puts his body on the balcony railing. “Now spread your legs wilder,” another command is obeyed. “Perfect,” Eddie murmurs from his seat two meters from his bent lover, feeling drunk from Buck being his good boy as if he drank wine that hits right in the head from just one sip. “Now it is time for a dessert, isn't it?” Chewing each small piece of dessert so slowly that the food turns into a mush from the impact of his teeth and savoring the taste of berries and fruits, Eddie reveals with a smirk in the way Buck tries to stay completely still, but eventually moving from the warm breeze gently passing over his bare skin, or just because it is hard for Lord to stay without movements for too long when he is excited and start to get desperate. But he said it, the King could do anything he wanted with him. For now Eddie wants to admire his lover in the starlight being naked and in such a compromising position, and maybe make his lover desperate to the point he is not even begging, but crying to be touched. King likes this version of Buck in this point of desire when he can think only about Eddie, his touches, kisses, orders, praises and boundless, like the universe, love between them.

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#not promising when cause i've learned my lesson about predictions #my wips #fic: you rule my heart(I am your royal slave)#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911

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Tease tidbit Tuesday

i want it sooo early cause it officially Tuesday for me, today going to be hard day and I'm not sure if will open Tumblr and because I ENDED ROYAL FIC . interact with the post if you want to be tagged

and last snippet of King Eddie/Lord Buckley fic

It is a sinful obscene beauty King was blessed with when he met his lord. Squeezing gorgeous thighs tighter, Eddie bends his knees to have more leverage for his movements, already feeling the end approaching. He sees more white in front of his eyes and wants to take Buck with him to this climax. “I’m close, my love,” Eddie whispers and Buck nods , not saying anything. Eddie still knows it means he is close too so he helps with strokes on the dick he thinks he should give attention tomorrow. It was long ago he played with it how his lover and him deserves. “Come for me, my soul. Come with me.” Two more synchronous movements towards each other, and two loud moans into the quietness of the night and lord and king come together. Buck again makes a mess on their bodies while Eddie empties deep into his lover. Buck lies down on Eddie’s chest, but does not move so as to get away from the cock inside him. Just lies on the chest, hugs his king tight, with eyes closed enjoying the afterglow of their night.

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#right now it is 8033 words i will edit so it might change but not a lot #fic: you rule my heart(I am your royal slave)#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #911 #my wips

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I ENDED ROYAL FIC!!!!!!!!!!!!King Eddie/Lord Buckley are going to be here soon !!!!! (def on weekends)

So well interact to be tagged if you want

update: fic

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Inspiration Saturday 👑

tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings

mood board for bra fic to finally end (I will really hope it will help) (i need title)

Meet new wip you rule my heart(I am your royal slave) or King Eddie and his Lord Buckley

thanks to make me think about King Eddie @mandzuking17 💙💙💙

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Because perhaps he has the crown on his head and all the kingdom in his hands, but Lord Buckley has his heart in his hands and his brain wrapped around his long fingers he traces over his waist, tugging the sheets, which hides his as King suspect naked body, lower to the point that Eddie can see the V-line, and with just one look and and faced expression promising what King will have if he just does one thing he was asked.

Send miss Flores, Christopeher’s english teacher, from the castle.

Eddie wants to laugh at the fires of jealousy he sees in the oceans but he doesn’t dare to do it because he knows that his lover can easily lock himself in his bedchamber and he wouldn’t be able to even touch him and eventually he would break and do what his Lord wants anyway.

Eddie just wishes to know what happened that his lover who was happily sleeping when Eddie left him in his bedchamber to have breakfast with his parents, did not come to check on him after, how he always does to cheer Eddie and remind him that he is a much better king than Ramon was and kingdom was blessed with him. And then of course give his King the pleasure so good that the king does not think about anything more than sweet kisses of plump lips and silky hands on his body touching his most sensitive part till the point Eddie sees the heaven.

After last night King expected that perhaps his Lord would even be in the mood for more than his hands or mouth to bring Eddie to the point of bliss. King really expected to feel the warmth of all the body he cherishes on him while he too deep inside his own blessing in the form of miles of pale skin with freckles, blue eyes and long legs with strong thighs that his lover knows how to properly use to ride him on any surface.

But Ramon and Helen left for their castle where they live after retirement after breakfast, and Eddie had one meeting today, but his lover did not show.

That is why, wanting to find out what was the reason that the routine that brings happiness to the king for almost ten years suddenly broke. He did not find his Lord in his bedchamber where he left him in the morning, thus he went to check in the Lord’s and of course that is where he found his definitely angry lover reading a book while lying naked, only with diamond necklace Eddie gave him on their one year anniversary and since then it is his favorite to wear, and some rings Lord puts down only during bathing and sleeping. His body hides under silk blue sheets, which makes his pale skin almost shine and beg to be touched and claimed.

However, the King knows better when try to touch his Lord when he is moody. King should listen to what his heart wants and give it to him.

“I will ask Booby to find a new teacher as soon as possible, my love,” Eddie says, reveling in the way his lover waves his head in approval that his hair falls over his eyes and he tucks one of the curls behind his ear.

“You better do it faster, in a week the most, or,” Buck, the name only the chosen ones have the right to call king’s heart and soul, points his fingers with three rings Eddie gave him during years of their love, three because Buck likes to wear as much jewelry as he can showing off to everyone, who marked this way by King, even if only counted amount of people knows it, and with raised eyebrow and still angry face, “I will sleep in my bedchamber for two weeks. At least,” he rises from the bed gracefully, hugging himself supporting the thin material around his body, which confirms Eddie's theory that he is undressed, but Buck turns from him fast, straightening up to his full impressive height and pushing his chest forward, looking at the roses Eddie’s sure he bought yesterday to his bedchamber for put the smile on the face of his Lord before the blissful night he was promised and had.

“You can go do as you promised and talk about Miss Flores with Lord Nash, my King,” Buck, still not turning to him, waves his hand towards the door. “The fast you send this … woman from the castle the faster I will be in your embrace again.”

“And what if I do it today?” Eddie makes the little move trying to be closer to the Lord and with a smile noting Buck does not move.

“If Miss Flores would be out of the castle today then,” Buck turns to him, lowering his hands and letting the fabric that covered him gently descend over his body to the floor.

King can just swallow the salvina, looking at the body, which still makes him crazy like the first time he saw it under him, and all the marks he left yesterday playing in the light of the sun makes him desire to leave more.Or at least has a chance to trace then with his fingers and lips. “Then you will have to do anything you want with me, my King. Anything,” Buck slyly smiles, almost moaning the last three words and again turning away from him.

“Now leave me alone, Your Majesty. I want to have my midday bath and relax after my mood was crashed when I was planning to ride you good morning in the throne room after breakfast with your parents to make your day better,” Eddie curses the man who took away this opportunity from him, somehow upsetting his lover. perhaps Eddie should think about executing them so that Buck doesn't resent him anymore.

“At least tell me who crushed it so hard, my soul, and why you want Miss Flores out of the castle,” Eddie stretches out his hand to touch the skin as gorgeous as the roses that Buck admires and even better, but he doesn’t manage to do it when his lover moves away from the touch.

“This … woman did it,” Buck hisses. “I was going to the throne room when I overhead her gossip with other maids about how you complemented her skills as teacher and said how Chris liked her, and she thinks she found the way to be the queen one day,” Buck spits out all these words like poison, and Eddie wants to laugh at his lover's dramatism, when blue-eyed crosses his arms not even a little bit being ashamed of his nudity in front of him. In fact Eddie knows the power Buck has over him being naked but not allowing him to touch, makes his Lord feel better.

However, he knows better than to do it. Too deep feelings are touched in the heart of the Lord when he thinks that he can lose his king and the prince whom he loves like his son. Eddie knows this because Buck has cried on his chest more than once, afraid that Eddie might leave him. As if it were possible, as if his heart wasn't beating solely because Lord Buckley was his.

And even if he would laugh only about positiveness in the blood of the Lord then he would be just hypocritical, because it is him who once almost executed Lady Kelly for flirting with his Lord.

“You have a meeting soon, my King. Go and work. I want to be alone,” Buck slams his bathroom door in his face.

“I’ll send this woman out of the castle today,” he has only “hmm” as answer on this knowing too well his lover will be in the mood again only after a good bath, nap, food and when Miss Flores would be not even close to him. And perhaps a new suit and jewelry is not a bad idea either.

Hence Eddie orders to make him meeting with Lord Nash and Miss Flores later today and to bring all of the Lord's favorite dishes to his bedchamber immediately. And send tailor to Lord, then pick the best flowers from the garden and send as many bouquets as soon as possible so all the Lord’s bedchamber are drowned in flowers. And also send a jeweler to him. He needs to make a new ring for his lover to make him remember it’s only him in King’s thoughts. Perhaps a new necklace too.

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#fic: you rule my heart(I am your royal slave)#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #evan buck buckley #my wips #bra fic

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Teaser Tidbit 😏👑

(with real tease hehehe)

tagged by talented @pirrusstuff @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @cowboy-buddie @devirnis @giddyupbuck @ladydorian05 @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @loserdiaz @wikiangela <3333 thank you all <3333

more of King Eddie and his Lord Buckley

Buck fidgets under his gaze and Eddie looks up at his face, which is frozen in question about what he needs, what he desires today, but what pins King to this image and makes his blood boil like at their first meeting is the same challenge in blue eyes covered by long eyelashes. But if the first time Eddie gave his prey, fox with sapphire eyes, to escape because of these eyelashes, now all he wants to do is see how those eyes roll in contentment, an expression of pure bliss on his face, and eyelashes move furiously from the inability of his lover to keep his eyes open, but desire to see how his King brings him to pleasure. To heaven. King also wants to see tears on his face from the bliss so good that Lord can not just hold it inside him.

“Put all those clothes down, my love, slowly and as charming as you dropped the sheet from your perfect body earlier today,” Eddie put his chin on his hand admiring how Buck nods and tries to hide the way he swallows saliva. As if he can hide anything from his King. There is no one who knows all the directions and desires of this body as him, even Lord himself sometimes can not see what he needs, but Eddie always does.

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Lord Buckley slowly unties the laces on his shirt, taking it off his body as stringy slowly as caramel, pulling him into a sweet trap from which it is impossible to get out, you can only accept that you are stuck, and oh, how the King never wants to get out, reveling in the sight of pale skin in the last traces of the almost gone sun, knowing that he will have enough light from fires on the street and in the castle to see everything he needs. Every redness and darkness of the skin marks, every point of freckles and moles, and every emotion that will overcome his lover.

Pulling down dark trousers covering obscene long legs with gorgeous thighs, blue-eyed puts all his clothes carefully on his chair and already wants to sit Buck when King stops him.

“I thought you wanted to look at the stars, my love?” an uncomprehending face looks at him and Eddie is ready to grin at how he was able to knock down his lover's bravado. “Bent near this balcony and admire stars how you wanted. Just stay and watch. And do not look at me,” Eddie thinks that maybe he should have grabbed his crown from how many orders he is going to give tonight with his royal strict voice, which does not require refusals, what he has honed over ten years of ruling the kingdom, but on the other hand, Buck swallows saliva no longer trying to hide it and quickly moves to obey the order and Eddie has time to see his partner's dick and smirk at how quickly he achieved a reaction he wanted.

“Bent a little bit lower, my love,” Buck completely puts his body on the balcony railing. “Now spread your legs wilder,” another command is obeyed. “Perfect,” Eddie murmurs from his seat two meters from his bent lover. “Now it is time for a dessert, isn't it?”

tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddiediaztho @honestlydarkprincess @housewifebuck @heartshapedvows @transboybuckley @jeeyuns @wildlife4life @transbuck @911onabc @forthewolves @thewolvesof1998 @the-likesofus @bigfootsmom @rainbow-nerdss @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @mandzuking17 @fatedking @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @watchyourbuck @lover-of-mine @buddierights @monsterrae1 and anyone who wants 💙

#i wrote it only now and specifically cause i wanted to post something but yesterday was not in the mood #going to sleep now #fic: you rule my heart(I am your royal slave)#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #my wips

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