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ijustwant2write · 3 years

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Them Cheating On You

Trying something different, I got this request below and thought I would do small blurbs on each.

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Requested by anonymous:

‘Alrighty I got three requests to ask of you!

Harry Villers angst

Tommy Shelby angst

Bjorn Ironside angst

Basically I wonder what would happen with a cheating kind of thing. Would the reader get back with them or would they say “uh bu-bye bye”’

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Cheating, arguing, shouting, mention of sex and death

(A/N: I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING!!! IT’S THE ONE OF THE LOWEST THINGS A PERSON CAN DO!)

Harry Villiers

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I was a fucking idiot. Why did I think he would change? Why did I think our relationship would be different? He was like that snake in the Garden of Eden, if you wanted to be really metaphorical. Slithering his way towards you, and you know it was wrong to even pay attention to him but you couldn’t help it; he tempted you to do things, he charmed you to think that you were missing out on so much, and the only way to really start living life was to be with him.

I could feel eyes on me as I walked through the halls at uni, wishing I could storm through the crowds without attracting any attention. This was humiliating, it was mortifying! I had ignored friends, ignored the rumours about him, ignored the red flags that were practically slapping me in the face. I had always said I would never fall for someone like Harry Villiers, I wouldn’t be one of those girls that fell into these kind of traps. So why was I here? Because I couldn’t resist those gorgeous eyes...no those betraying eyes!

I knocked hard on his door repeatedly until he opened it, leaning against the door frame. He looked me up and down with a smirk, shirt on but not buttoned up, hair slightly messy. Normally I would push him back inside and immediately jump on him, but not today.

“I didn’t know you were coming over today my darling.” he said, reaching up to hold my chin between his fingers, but I slapped it away.

“Don’t.” I disappointingly whispered out wishing I wasn’t crying and could snap at him.

“What’s wrong?” his face showed concern though I could tell he was pretending.

“You are the most horrible person I’ve ever met.” I sobbed. I didn’t care that we were going to argue in the hallway with a few people passing by.

“And why’s that?” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Stop acting stupid! You cheated on me! We’ve been together four months Harry, and that doesn’t include the month we started dating. We had established we were in a relationship, you told me that it was us now. If you wanted to leave, you had your chance, you could have told me. Instead you stab me in the back and make me look like a fucking twat in front of the entire university!”

“Who’s told you this then?”

“Everyone Harry!”

“(Y/N), you knew I was a bachelor, girls will always want me whether I’m with someone or not.”

My mouth and eyes opened wide.“How could you say something so disgusting?!”

“You’re a smart girl (Y/N). You should have seen this coming.”

Harry went to close the door, and I even surprised myself when I stopped him, let alone him. He looked panicked as I barged in, slamming the door behind me. I glared at him, not caring about the tears gushing out of my eyes just then; my voice was going to be strong, I was going to make my point.

“You know what Harry? I’m not going to waste my time lecturing you about how wrong you are, how you are the biggest piece of shit in the world. Because you’ve already heard it a thousand times over, and clearly you’ve never listened. So I’ll leave you with this. Soon enough, girls are going to catch on that you are the easy one, not them. You’re the one who offers himself to anything with a vagina. And they’ll leave you behind in the dust, no one will ever want to even look at you because of how ugly your personality is. Don’t ever talk to me again, don’t ever contact me again, don’t even think about me again. Fuck you Harry Villiers!”

Before he had a chance to say anything back, I dashed out of the door, slamming it once again. I leaned against it for a few seconds, catching my breath. I couldn’t give a fuck about my tears anymore, it wasn’t as if no one knew what was going on. Quickly pushing myself away from his room, I headed back to my own, needing time to lie down. Yes, I was still heart broken, I felt betrayed, but there was slight relief now that I had got some anger out of my system. It was going to take time to heal, but looking back, I was extremely lucky to get that bastard out of my life before it was too late.

Thomas Shelby

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“Miss Shelby, Mr Shelby has requested not to be disturbed-”

“I don’t care.” I snapped at the poor maid, knowing I would regret that later.“Now you may make sure no one disturbs us.”

I carelessly threw my hat, coat and handbag onto the sofa as I passed by it, hearing her scramble for it. Tommy was in his office as usual, and I burst in, waiting for the maid to shut it behind me. My eyes were staring down Tommy was was stood over his desk, cigarette just lit, he couldn’t look more bothered if he tried.

“So you slept with her?” I just came out with it.

“(Y/N)-”

“Don’t start with the lies Tom. I heard Polly talking about it, and she wasn’t afraid to tell me the truth.”

He sighed.“Fine. I did. Does that make you happy?”

“Oh yes, now that everything is cleared up I’m overjoyed Thomas!” I threw my hands up in the air, letting them flop back down at my sides.“Of course it fucking doesn’t.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Why did you do it?”

“I had to.”

“You had to?”

“It was...part of a business move.”

“So cheating on your wife, sleeping with another woman was all to do with business? That’s an awful excuse, even for you.”

“Why can’t you just accept my answer?”

“Because it’s bullshit Tom!” I approached the desk, fists clenched.“It’s not as if you have a clean record with this kind of thing.”

“If I didn’t do it, she wouldn’t agree to this deal, and this deal included the safety of my family, the safety of you!”

“Oh, really? So you couldn’t just put a bullet in her?”

“You know that’s not how this works.”

“That’s how it usually goes down.”

“It’s hard to explain-”

“I’m sure it is. But this won’t be. I’m leaving Tom, I can’t be with a man who thinks sleeping with other women is good for business.”

“For fucks sake,” he harshly put out his cigarette, rounding the table and standing in front of me,“why can’t you trust me?”

I raised my voice.“Because you fucking cheated on me!”

“Fine. Then what are you going to do when you leave? What money will you have? Where will you go?”

“Are you..are you-”

“Threatening? Blackmailing? No, I’m just telling you the truth about this matter.”

“Just because I wouldn’t be living in a lavish house or have your money at my dispense, doesn’t mean-”

“You won’t have anything.”

“Stop interrupting!”

“You’ll soon see that I had to do this. That woman is more powerful that anyone we’ve come up against before, she’s more ruthless, merciless. I knew she would come after you first, and kill you in the most torturous way possible.”

“You’re saying all of this like I should be thanking you. Tom,” a wave over emotions came over me, anger quickly being replaced by sadness, “do you know how much you’ve broken my heart?”

He ducked his head down, wiping a hand over his face. Nothing was said as he turned away from me, leaning against the desk with both hands. I just couldn’t take his excuse, it wasn’t justifiable.

“You will not leave.” he stated.

“What? So not only are you lying to me, you’re now giving me orders.”

“What are you going to do, eh?” he spun around, a now more manic look in his eye,“I’m not letting you leave over this. We’ve been through too much together, we’ve gone through much worse than this. If you leave, you’ll die out there, no one will take you in because you used to be married to me.”

I hated that he was right. I had come from nothing and would die with nothing if I had never met Tommy. It was embarrassing to admit I had never fended for myself. Sure I could defend myself, but how long would I actually last if I was tossed out into the real world? He had a hold on me, and I used to never notice, because that hold was called marriage.

“Is that it? Is that the only reason I should stay?”

“I can’t lose you.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. Before I could walk away, I said one last thing,“I didn’t think it would be that hard for you to tell me you love me.”

Bjorn Ironside

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“(Y/N)!” Bjorn’s voice roared into the hall.

Luckily I was alone, though I wouldn’t have minded some people spectating what was about to happen. Leaning back in my chair, I casually sipped on the mead I had graciously poured out for myself, smirking behind it. Bjorn marched in, headed straight towards me with a fury in his eyes as if I were his enemy in battle.

“(Y/N)! How dare you disgrace me!”

I finished my drink, taking my time before answering.“Oh, like how you disgraced me?”

“What?”

“Do not lie to me Bjorn. I know you slept with Bodil.”

“And who told you that?”

“Bodil.”

“No one has seen her since the raid.”

“I know. And no one will see her again.”

“What did you do?”

“No, Bjorn, what did you do? Hm?”

“I do not understand why you have got so upset over this? Men do it all the time, men have urges.”

“And women do not? Don’t you recall the nights I too pined for you to warm my bed? The nights where I demanded you ensure I finish too-”

“This is different!” he shouted.

“No it isn’t!” I screamed back, standing up and smashing my cup on the floor.“You humiliated me, so I do the same to you.”

“You slept with a man who is know for hating me, who is known for trying to ruin my reputation.”

“Consider it ruined. I will not roll over and let you fuck whoever you please. You are mine and I am yours. There are either rules for both or rules for none.”

“Why are you being difficult? You really can be infuriating sometimes.”

“You are one to speak. Bjorn Ironside, the most difficult lover of them all.”

“There, you said it yourself, we are lovers. We are not married.”

“No, we aren’t. So why are you so angry that I too laid with another?”

He groaned.“It is not the same!”

I laughed.“I suppose not. Some women do turn a blind eye, but you knew I would do no such thing. You knew from the start how headstrong I was, how, I guess, possessive I am of my things. Bjorn, you said you wanted to marry me. Should that have not been an indication of a future together?”

“I will not have you try to confuse me.”

“Yes, it’s quite easy to do that.”

“Shut up!”

“No, you shut up! I am not a fool, I am not some thrall you can use whenever you want. I am a warrior, a woman who knows her worth. And you certainly are not worthy enough for me.”

“Then you forget who I am. You forget who my father is-”

“I don’t forget, I am not stupid. And you’re just like him, in the worst ways possible.”

I spat at his feet, turning up my nose as I walked out.

“Now what?”

“Now I leave you and find a man that is worthy of me.”

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fandomvariousness · 3 years

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Prompts 35 & 40 - You’re sexy when you’re angry/Good girl

Pairing: Harry Villiers x reader

Warnings: swearing, nsfw content

Request: “Can you do a Harry Villars imagine with prompts 35 and 40 😁 (can't believe I am asking such) xx but your stories are perfection!”

Word count: 860

You zapped the channels, yet nothing could capture your attention.

Harry was late home for almost two hours now, and you were pissed off. He’s constantly hanging out with that club of his, so for once you wanted to spend a nice evening with him.

You sighed as you turned off the TV and tossed the remote control aside, rising from the sofa and making a beeline for the bathroom, ready to do your skincare routine and go to sleep.

As you were rubbing in your serum, you finally heard the door unlocking, meaning Harry’s back. Anger flickered inside of you as you decided to ignore him until he comes to you himself.

You heard steps as you were pressing your palms to your cheeks so that serum would absorb better when you saw his ragged reflection in the mirror. You could tell he had a bit to drink, his eyes had these sparks in them.

“Going already?” he asked cheekily, what infuriated you even more.

You set your palms to rest on either side of the sink. “Where the fuck were you?”

“Lost track of time.” he answered with the corners of his lips slightly upturned as he was leaning against the doorway, perfectly aware that you’ll see through his lies.

“You, fucking tosser,” you whispered venomously, still eyeing his reflection in the mirror.

He loved infuriating you. He loves any passionate emotion, no matter the consequences it brings. Perhaps he does this on purpose, coming home late and ignoring you texts and calls, so that anger would rise in you which only he can extinguish.

He stepped closer to you as he slid his fingers under your white camisole, hanging over your hips. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.”

You forcefully slapped his hands away and attempted to escape the cage he trapped you in, but he pressed himself to your back even more, blocking any escape route you may seek.

You felt his plump lips kiss just below your ear, your sweet spot, as he trailed them down to the crook of your neck, all the while trailing his slender fingers up to your ribs. “Want you so bad.” he whispered.

You imagined smashing his head to the counter, but the problem was you wanted him just as bad.

“I hate you,” you whimpered as you closed your eyes and hung your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“Love you too, sweets.”

You gasped quietly as he snaked his hand even further up your chest, trapping your nipple between his fore and middle fingers, just how you liked it, as the other teased the hem of your fluffy shorts, threatening to sneak under them.

“Harry,” you mewled, placing your palm on his and trying to force it down your panties.

“Be patient.” he whispered as he sucked on your jugular, marking you.

You ran one of your hands through his hair, while leaning to the counter with the other, so desperate for balance. He groaned into your neck, making your lower stomach inflame with passion even more.

Finally, you felt his fingertips tease your folds, circling around your clit. “So wet for me already.”

“Yes,” you mewled as you placed your palm on his, increasing the pressure of his fingers.

“Greedy, too.”

You were going crazy with the pace his fingers maintained, all the while feeling the tent in his pants against your backside. He figured you were closed because you were moaning loud and non-stop, thus he suddenly withdrew his fingers from your center.

Your eyes shot open in a newfound rage as you were ready to scream from frustration, but then you heard his belt being unbuckled and knew better things were coming.

He rammed into you without any warning, coaxing out a choked gasp out of you, steam setting on the mirror in front of you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nudging it with his nose as you couldn’t tear away your eyes from the reflection in the mirror.

So dirty, so animalistic. Yet so deep and passionate.

His pace fastened as he yanked one of your bent legs on the counter, the border ramming painfully into the milky flesh of your thigh, yet that deepened the pleasure even more, allowing him to plunge even further into you, hitting all the right spots.

You groaned loudly when he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it back curtly.

“I –I’m close,” you gasped as he ceaselessly pounded you, your breasts jiggling as he held one of them in his hand. “I’m coming!”

Your whole body shook as you gushed all over his dick, feeling his own release inside of you just moments after. Your bent leg dropped down, but if not his hands on your hips, you would’ve dissolved to the ground like jelly.

You gazed at each other through the reflection in front of you, the love act forever indented in the mirror, your breathing setting the mist all over it, clouding the sight.

“Good girl.” he cooed before planting a sweet kiss on your cheek, as if he hadn’t just pounded you on the bathroom sink.

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maarwritesarchive · 5 years

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Harry Villiers - (cheesy) Oxford power couple.

#fsm requests are now open!#harry villiers imagine #the riot club imagine #fsm imagine #fake social media imagine #maarwrites

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club-riot · 6 years

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Harry Villiers

#harry villiers #douglas booth #riot club #posh #riot club imagine #harry villiers x reader #harry villiers imagine #george balfour #jack farthing #not my gif

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mxltifandom-imagines · 7 years

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♡ CRACKSHIP ♡ — Harry Villiers + Emily Fields

“None of your past, can make me love less.”

#im aware shes canonly gay #but its a nice request #+ shes bi in the books so #woop #filledevoyou #it sucks a lot lol.#douglas booth #harry villiers #harry villiers imagine #emily fields #emily fields imagine #emily fields imagiens #pll #the riot club #pretty little liars

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imagines-therambles · 5 years

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You not paying him any attention despite his best efforts...

Him being embarrassed by his dad scolding him right in front of you...

#alittlemorethanacrush #imagines #crush #fallingforyou #douglas booth imagines #douglas booth #harry villiers imagines #unrequited crush #crushin hard #crushing

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thedevilliers · 3 years

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BEHIND THE SCENES - De Villiers’ Residence, 1:55 p.m. (1/3)

[TRANSCRIPT] (click for hq!) [Lauren] So, you ignored his texts and calls just because you wanted him to tell face to face how you felt. [Amelia] Yes! I already told you three times. [Lauren] And... you don't see the problem with ignoring him or what he can imagine, like you lying to him for months, playing with his feelings. [Amelia] Why would he think that? [Amelia] For your information, I did send him a text saying 'It's all a lie, I'll explain tomorrow'. He has nothing to worry about. [Lauren] I really am starting to think Harry stole all your brain cells in the womb. [Amelia] Hey! Be nice. My plan has no faults... only that he could say ‘No, Amelia, leave me alone forever’, I never find someone like him again and die alone. Other than that, It’s fine! 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 |

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riotboysrequests · 7 years

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Regret Chapter Two.

I am so sorry this has taken so long! This past week or so has been a deadline week at Uni so it’s all been a bit hectic. I’m so overwhelmed by how popular the first instalment has been! Thank you so much for the notes! Like before, Strong Language throughout. It wouldn’t be the Riot Boys without it. Enjoy!

“So let me get this straight, mate.” Toby began, letting out a sigh as he slumped his backpack on to the floor. As he plonked himself down into the booth seat he looked to his friend with an extremely unimpressed expression. “You missed all your lectures this morning because you were up late watching—“

“The new season of American Horror Story.” George finished for him, shrugging as if it were nothing. He looked back down at the Tupperware box he was eating from,poking a lump of meat around with his fork. George was always one for reheating leftovers, no matter how disgusting they may appear. He stopped, lifting his head after a moment when he noticed Toby hadn’t replied. The boy in question was simply staring at him in bemusement. “...George?” “Hmm?” “You’re an idiot.” “Roger that.” Nodding, he placed the Tupperware down and gave a one-shouldered shrug. “I was bored of working. I needed something fun to do.” “I asked you if you wanted to come out! And you said you were busy! All you did was watch Netflix!” “Exactly.” George shot back, reaching for his beer. “I was busy.” Smacking his forehead with his hand,Toby sighed and mumbled something about being far too hungover to deal with something like this. “What time did you stop watching shite then?” “About 10:00.” There was another pause, as Toby slowly lifted his head from his hand. “10:00?” He echoed. “Then how are you so tired?” George lent back against the booth again, almost collapsing into himself as he took his fork in hand once again. “...It scared me a little bit.”

Before Toby could even begin to insult his friend, he was interrupted by a rather exasperated looking Hugo entering the room. He placed his bag on the floor gently, as opposed to Toby’s hurried slump. With his glass of wine in hand, Hugo finally let out a slightly refined sigh. “You look as eloquently pissed off with humanity's existence as ever.” Toby began, shooting Hugo one of his usual toothy grins. The older boy simply looked at him levelly. “Not humanity’s existence, Toby. Just yours.” Ignoring the ‘oooh’s from George, Toby simply lent back in his seat and rolled his eyes. Bit by bit, the others boys came filtering into the room, and in no time at all their usual spot was packed tightly with them all.

It was James who entered with Guy. He may not have been President any longer, but a club member was a club member. Plus, if Guy had to be brutally honest, he needed all the help he could get running the rabble that he called his friends. “Right. Chaps.” Settling himself between James and Dimitri, Guy knocked on the table. “Meeting is in session. At the moment we’re looking at nine members, which means that we need to find a tenth--” “Wait.” George interrupted, leaning forward. “Don’t you mean we have eight? I thought Ryle and Richards--” “Well. If you let me finish speaking,” Guy began, looking at George imploringly before he continued. “It...appears that Milo has changed his mind.”

Hugo was suddenly very aware that most eyes were on him. He rolled his eyes and set his glass down. “I don’t know why you’re all staring at me. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. I haven’t said a word.” “Well you do have a crush.” Harry pointed out. “A whopping great gay one.” Toby continued. Hugo was looking more and more decidedly ‘done’ with the situation as they went on. “What are you all trying to insinuate? That he suddenly had a rampant change of sexuality overnight and decided to come back? Grow up. And the correct phrasing is ‘had a crush’’. Past tense.” He took another sip of his wine, pulling his face at the bitter taste. “I no longer have feelings for him or anything to do with him.” Struggling not to laugh, Guy simply shook his head and looked back at his drink. “Alright then, your highness. Anyway, Milo called me last week and we got to talking and basically, chaps--” He stopped, counting heads. He looked to Toby after a second. “Where’s Ed?”

A small groan was heard from Toby then as he finished the rest of his beer and shook his head. “He’s over there.” Guy craned his neck to look at his friend, who was standing at the bar somewhat awkwardly. “Is he still waiting to order his drink?” Toby shook his head, looking to his friend sympathetically. “Oh no. He’s not even ordered his drink. He’s just standing there. Like a twat. Because he is one. ” All it took Dimitri was a moment. Before it had all clicked in his mind and he simply heaved out a sigh. “Christ. There’s a new bar girl isn’t there?” “Mm-hmm.” “For fuck’s sake. What does he think he’s going to achieve?” Dimitri muttered, still watching with an unimpressed expression. Harry just snickered. “I don’t know. But I’m watching. This is going to be bloody hilarious.” If Ed Montgomery had turned around, he would have noticed that all eight of his friends were currently leaning out of the booth in a somewhat comical fashion to see what he was doing. Even if that did mean that Guy was leaning over Dimitri’s lap to see. But Ed didn’t turn around. He was too busy trying to remember how to speak. He had already let about three people in front of him in the queue so he could think.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind he knew he had a meeting to attend and that he should probably use his brain, buy his drink and attempt to, heaven forbid, talk to a member of the opposite sex later. But this was Ed. His priorities were nothing if not slightly jilted.

Oh fuck she’s looking at me. Ed straightened a little, finally managing to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. She was smiling at him, but he was telling himself that she was smiling because it was all part of the job, not because she wanted to. Her red hair was twisted up into a practical pony tail, and he could see that she had tried and failed to cover the freckles that were dotted across her nose and cheeks with makeup. “What can I get you, then? You’ve taken your time in deciding.” She was already reaching for a glass from the shelf. Ed cleared his throat. “Uhm. J-Just a pint of bitter please.” She raised an eyebrow, pulling down on the pump to fill up the glass. “All that decision making for a pint of bitter?”

Ed was fiddling with the strap on his bag awkwardly, but when he looked up at her and saw the teasing smile and the humour in her eyes he found himself smiling back, a small ember of confidence igniting. “Well it’s a very serious matter, beer.” He replied. The girl laughed then, the action causing her freckles to twist on her cheeks as she scrunched her face up. She nodded her head in amusement. “Well said.” “What the fuck.” Harry had a similar expression on his face to the other boys. “He actually made a girl laugh?” “Well we didn’t exactly hear what he said.” Dimitri reminded him, sliding his sunglasses in to his pocket. “For all we know it could still be one of the usual ‘I’m just laughing so you get away from me you utter weirdo’ laughs. Villiers, mate, calm down. They’re not going to get married.” “It’s Ed though.” James reasoned, turning the page in his book. “He’ll marry the first woman that breaks his dry spell.”

Ed could hear the laughter from the table in the corner of the room, but didn’t dare look. He smiled and accepted the glass when she passed it to him, handing her the money a second later. “New job?” The girl rolled her eyes. “Just a new pub. Same job.” She looked around the pub idly, watching as students talked to one another in clumped groups. “Same shit different toilet as my Dad says.”

Ed was certain he would have choked on his beer if he had been drinking, which he thankfully wasn’t. He had paid, he had taken his beer. What else was there left for him to do at the bar? There was already people behind him, and he knew she probably wanted to get onto serving the next customer.

Shuffling to the side he took a hesitant sip of his beer. When she had pulled the pints for the boy behind him, he spoke again as she rounded up the total on the till. “Ed.” He began, before he realised it wasn’t the greatest of sentence starters. “That’s my name.” He added hurriedly. She smiled at him over her shoulder as she passed the other student his change. “Becca.” “Would the gentleman in the terrible jumper please get a bloody move on?!” Guy had timed it well, cupping his hands around his face to make his voice louder. Ed had never gone scarlet quicker in his life. He was staring down at his beer, but when he finally chanced a glance up he noticed she was struggling not to laugh. “I should...I should probably--” He just gestured awkwardly behind him. “Yep.” Becca just nodded, pursing her lips in attempt not to laugh. “Bye.” “...Bye.” “I fucking hate all of you.” He hissed as soon as he sat down.; his usual spot on the counter near the booth itself. The laughter from the other boys was nearly enough to drown his words out. “You’re all arseholes.” “Oh Ed for god’s sake it’s a girl.” Dimitri was shaking his head, still laughing. “You can buy yourself a girl any time you like.” Ed was just muttering obscenities under his breath, more focused on drinking his beer. Harry just smirked to himself, looking across the bar. “I mean I don’t blame you. Not often you find a hot ginger.” Ed’s head shot up then, paling a little. “Oh no no no no... come on. Don’t. Villiers.” Harry frowned, looking to him. “What? I can’t say she’s hot? She’s not your girlfriend, idiot.”

Ed just rolled his eyes. “If you go and talk to her she’s just going to end up in your bed.” “It’s a curse but it’s also a blessing.” Harry just grinned, causing an eyeroll from James. Guy on the other hand was looking at Ed in concern. “You’re being serious? Ed just because a girl isn’t instantly creeped out by you doesn’t mean true love.” “Yeah, you’ve only known her for 5 minutes. She has plenty of time to find out you’re a creep--ow.” Toby just rubbed his arm, pulling a face at Ed after he had been hit. Ed just sighed. “Can we drop it please? Haven’t you got something to tell us?” Guy nodded, finally turning back to business. “As I was saying boys. Operation Grasshopper. We need a new member by the end of the month otherwise the entire dinner is buggered. As I was saying to the boys while you were off trying to be bloody Casanova, Ed, Milo--” “Is standing right there.” James finished for him. All the boys looked up in unison.

Miles Richards had his hands in his pockets. It appeared as if he was standing in a prison dining hall instead of the local pub with the apprehension on his face. His bag was still on his shoulder, overflowing with university textbooks. “...Hi.”

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justlulu · 7 years

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Invino veritas

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You weren’t usually one to drink much but when you did, it took just a few shots for you to lose your mind. Your best friend Ed knew it very well but unfortunatelly he wasn’t there to save you when the boys offered you a drink. It started with one sip of Harry’s drink, but when you took his drink again and threw it down all at once, there was no coming back. You were loughing at everything they said and this only seemed to amuse them. “What abaut we play a game?” Guy proposed and you immediately jumped from your seat. “Yess I love games!” You screamed making him laugh. You heard a ‘calm down,love’ or something like that but you didn’t bother searching who said it. “What do you have in mind,mate?” Dimitri asked him as they exchanged little grins. You watched Guy saying something in his ear before they looked again at you like you were a prey. “Truth or dare,[Y/N]?” The Greek asked you still grinning as he leaned with both elbows on the table looking right in your eyes. “Ehmm…” you pretended to think abaut it using your fingertip to tup your chin. “Truth” “Oh c'mon” Toby snorted annoyed,but James shushed him wirh a flick of a hand. “Tell me..which of us you’d like to fuck(?)” He asked earning chuckles and whistles from all of them, exept from Hugo,who didn’t seem to interested in the game and James,who was actually pretending not to be interested in the game. Your answer came out of your mouth before you could formulate it in your mind. “Ed.” Silence for a few seconds before someone shoke Dimitri from his kind of trans. “Okay,okay,okay..I haven’t been very clear” he apologised to his friends by throwing his hands in the air. Then the attention came back on you. “Which one of the ones that are here at the moment you’d like to fuck?” He spelled every word slowly and clearly like he was talking to a child,that at the moment wasn’t totally wrong. But before you could even think abaut it a voice came from behind you. “What the hell is goin'on, guys?” He asked a little bit angry. “Ask your little friend,it seems that she has something to tell you” Alistair explained while smirking at him. You didn’t know him because he was one of the two new mebmers and if you weren’t so drunk you’d have told him something for sure. But it was like you didn’t connect with the word so he was left in peace. Someone added “you’ve got her mate”. You weren’t sure if it was Toby or Harry, or maybe Guy? Or Dimitri. Your brain was just not working at all. “You fucking got her drunk, she’s a minor!” He insisted and then brang you up by your arm. He really had no idea how drunk you actually were untill you fell in his arms the moment you were on your feet. This only made him angrier. It remind him that he hadn’t protected you, like he was used to. “I’ve drunk a little bit” you told your friend loughing while he picked you up bridestyle and rolled his eyes. “I can see it. Thank you guys,really” his ironic comment just made them chuckle more. If it was possible. “Thank us later, Ed” Guy winked at him even thought your best friend hadn’t understood what he meant yet. It rarely happened but he had already had enough of them so he just turned around and walked out of the pub with you in his arms.

*** You didn’t realized you were at home untill you were laid on a soft bed. You were so tired that you didn’t noticed it wasn’t yours. You felt someone taking off your shoes, then your jacket and the same hands caressing your hair and forhead. You were so relaxed, just abaut to get asleep when the effect of the liquor started to come out. A sudden sense of nausea made it through your stomach, but as soon as you got up to reach the bathroom, your head decided to take his revenge. You head was spinning, just like your stomach, your legs were too tired to bring you up so you did the only think you could think abaut.

“Ed!” It was a scream in your head,but actually just a whisper to his ears. Luckly Ed would always be there next to you. As soon as his arms were araund you, you gripped on his shirt so tight that your knuckles became white,almost like your face.“I feel sick” you came to say and he brought you to his bathroom where you finally freed yourself from all the alcohol you had taken in your body. After washing your mouth and face,obviously with a careful Ed right behind you(just in case your brain decided to pass out),you went again in his room,where you litterally fell on the bed. Ed followed you,laying on your left. After all this was his bed,in his room,in his house. “I’m never gonna leave you alone with my friends again,I promise.” He swore,serious like he’s never been before. You got up on your elbows to look at his face. His hair was a mess,not like yours but still a mess. His first three bottons of his shirt were open,revaling his few hair on his tonned chest. And his lips. It was like they were inviting you to come closer. It seemd that at least the 20% of the alcohol was still in your system,otherwise you couldn’t explain why and most of all where you found the courage to bring your lips to his. It was a little cast kiss. Just a touch. But that one touch made your blood boil in your veins. Your firts kiss, and he knew it so well. “I love you” you slowly whispered closing your eyes. You said it so softly that he wouldn'y have heard you if he wasn’t inches from you. Ed was shocked at first,like petrified,,but looking better at you he notice that you weren’t really you in that moment,which he found absolutely sad. Hell if he wanted to kiss you hard,to make you his. But he cared to much to take advantage on you, in that current state of yours. That’s why when you got closer again,he got up in one quick move and then just stare at you. No words from each of you. You just looked up at him,a confused and sad and curious expression written on your face. But his expression was scarier. Because it could not be read. Moments passed before he moved a muscle. And then,like nothing has happend he kissed you on your forhead again wishing you a good night. *** Your head had never felt heavier. That’s the first thing you thought when you woke up. You opened your eyes and realised it wasn’t your bed, you weren’t in your room. Ed entered his room in that moment and that scared you a little bit. ‘What the hell happened last night?’ You thought but you seemed to calm down when he smiled his friendly smile of his. You obviously returned the smile but still wondered why you were in his bed. So you asked him and He suddently tensed up, you could see it even if he was trying to hide it. Now you were worried again. “You got drunk last night,with the boys..” he explained as he came to sit on the bed next to you. “I brought you here and you fell asleep,that’s all” he quickly ended it with a nervous smile. And then he did what you were expecting. With both hands he took a hold on his collar and adjusted it. It was something he had always done when he was nervous,since you were children. It made you understand when he was lying. And right nnow he was lying to you. “Eddy..“you softly put your hand on his.”..tell me everything” He was serious again,it rarely happened that Ed Montgomery was serious and when he was,there was something to worry abaut. “It’s nothing,really..” “Ed.” “We just talked a litt..” “Ed!” You squeezed his hand and made him look at you. “Whatever happened last night,it’s not a problem,i was drunk” you tried to convince him but maybe you were trying to convince yourself as well. He just breathed a ‘yeah’ touching his hair but looking away from your eyes. “Did we..” you couldn’t belive you were asking that. Your cheeks turned to red in a matter of seconds when he opened wide his eyes and finally looked at you. But you couldn’t really say the S-word,it was too embaressing. “..you know..” you looked down and played with your fingers. “No! Never!” He immediately screamed. “Well,not if you’re drunk..” he was speaking so fast you couldn’t follow him,typic of Ed. “I’m not saying that i would fuck you,well not I would but-” “Goddamnit Ed!” You screamed making him finally stop talking. “Just tell me what happened” He looked down,then into your eyes again. “You kissed me.” He finally admitted. Now you were the one left with no words. You kissed Ed. As much as you tried to remember it, you couldn’t and it could be a bad or a good thing. If you didn’t remember kissing him you couldn’t even remember what you had felt. “And then..?” Was all you could come with. He was still reluctant but at this point there was no reason to deny it. “And then you said you love me” Your world fell apart in that moment. Did you really say it? But most important, did you really mean it? “I-i..” without thincking you jumped on your feet and ran downstairs. He followed you screaming your name, but in a matter of seconds you were already out of his house. You ran as fast as you could but then you thought that if he took his car,he’d reach you anyway. You had to hide, and you had to do it quickly, so you entered the nearest bar on the road. Big mistake. You hadn’t noticed them untill they said ‘hello’ with their hands. Why did they always move together? Like a pack. You smiled while trying to catch your breath and soon Dimitri motioned me to come to their table. He moved to his right to live a seat for you. “No,I have to go..” “Really,where to?” Guy immediately asked. Where to? You didn’t even know. You couldn’t go anywhere, Ed would havd found you. Harry noticed you didn’t have an answer and told you to seat with them,which you did. “So..“he started smirking with the orher three. “Something that you wanna tell us?” Oh, if looks could kill..he would be dead the moment you layed your eyes on him. “I kissed Ed.” You said and the moment you realized it you slapped a hand on your mouth but it was already too late. They shared some looks and then Toby asked “did you like it?” You didn’t want to continue this conversation, even though the blame was on you that started it. “We know you like him,[Y/N],just tell him.” Guy said,and he seemed quite serious. “Now” Dimitri added,and then looked behind you. You turned araund just to see Ed breathing heavyly and coming right to your table. “We need to talk” was all he said as he took your hand. But for some strange reason you agreed with the Greek. You stood up and quiclkly left a little caste kiss on his lips. This was inevitably followed by they usual whistles,which you menaged to avoid. He was shocked at first but slowly a smile grew on his face. “I think I might love you ,Ed Montgomery” you smiled back at him. As you kissed again you heard Toby’s shout. “You’re welcome,mate!”

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Other Fandom Characters

{Last Updated: 6.6.2018}

This is a list of characters that I sort of just pick and choose from different fandoms. They’re listed here because there weren’t enough characters from their fandom to create a list. MORE TO COME!

Josh Lucas (Clueless, Smut allowed)

Nadine Franklin (Edge of Seventeen)

Krista (Edge of Seventeen)

Darian Franklin (Edge of Seventeen, Smut allowed)

Bianca Piper (The DUFF)

Wesley Rush (The DUFF)

Eric Northman (True Blood, Smut allowed)

Godric (True Blood)

Greg Gaines (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl)

Earl (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl)

Charlie (The Perks of Being a Wallflower, GIF Imagines only)

Sam (The Perks of Being a Wallflower, GIF Imagines only)

Baby (Baby Driver)

Darling (Baby Driver, Smut allowed)

Duncan (The Way, Way Back, GIF Imagines only)

Quentin Jacobsen (Paper Towns)

Samantha Kingston (Before I Fall)

Samantha Borgens (Stuck in Love)

Rusty Borgens (Stuck in Love)

Jay Gatsby (The Great Gatsby, Smut allowed)

Miles (The Riot Club)

Alistair Ryle (The Riot Club)

Harry Villiers (The Riot Club)

Dimitri (The Riot Club)

James (End of the Fucking World)

Alyssa (End of the Fucking World)

Kevin (This is Us)

Peter Pevensie (Narnia, Smut allowed)

Edmond Pevensie (Narnia)

Caspian X (Narnia, Smut allowed)

Edmond (How I Live Now, Smut allowed)

Daisy How I Live Now)

Dolores Abernathy (Westworld)

Logan (Westworld)

Young William (Westworld)

Will Graham (Hannibal)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Christian Grey (Fifty Shades of Grey Series, Smut allowed)

Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet)

Abby Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet)

Eric Bemis (Santa Clarita Diet)

Alexa Mendoza (Alexa & Katie)

Katie Cooper (Alexa & Katie)

Dylan (Alexa & Katie)

Lucas Mendoza (Alexa & Katie)

Will Grimm (Brothers Grimm, Smut allowed)

Jacob Grimm (Brothers Grimm, Smut allowed)

Klaus Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

Violet Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events GIF Imagines only)

Dr. David Daniels (The Book of Henry)

30 yr/old Jenna Rink (13 Going on 30)

30 yr/old Matt Flamhaff (13 Going on 30)

Jake Chambers (Dark Tower)

Roland Deschain (Dark Tower, Smut allowed)

Walter Padick (Dark Tower, Smut allowed)

Malcom (The Boy)

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1869 article in the Spectator. Leominster at War and much more.

Gryffyth, the Welsh Prince, and iElfgar, or Algar, the insurgent

http://archive.spectator.co.uk/article/10th-july-1869/12/gryffyth-the-welsh-prince-and-ielfgar-or-algar-the

Saxon earl, in their raid into Herefordshire, of which we have already spoken, took and fortified Leominster ; but abandoned it on the approach of Earl Harold, who is said to have strengthened the defences and placed a garrison in it. According to the tradi- tion of the place, a castle or palace was here built by Merwald, on a hill half a mile from the town, afterwards called Comfort Castle (perhaps the mount to the eastward overlooking Hay Lane), where, in the time of Leland (Henry VIII.), there were some remains of ditches, Scc., and whither the people of Leominster came once a year to "sport and play." At the time of the formation of Domesday Survey, at any rate, Leominster was a place of con- siderable importance.

The manor, we learn from this document, had been assigned by the Confessor to his Queen, Editha, and it was governed by eight prsepositi, eight bedelli, and eight radchenistri or free tenants, and contained 238 villani, 74 bordarii, and 82 male and female slaves. The manor then belonged to the King, and great part of the customary rent was paid as composition for salt fish and eels. Here was also a wood, six miles in length and three broad ; but it had begun to be disforested, and cleared for tillage. In the reign of William Rufus the fortifications of the town were strengthened and enlarged to resist the incursions of the Welsh.

Henry I. in 1125 gave the manor, with all its appurtenances, then valued at £666 19s. 8d. annually, to the abbey which he had founded at Reading, and cottsequently the religious house, the Priory at Leominster, became a cell of Benedictines subordinate to Reading. From a record of the time of Henry IV., it seems that this cell had then no less than thirty-one servants, and at the Dissolution of the Monasteries "its revenues were greater than those of any cell in the kingdom."

The remains of the Priory now form part of the union workhouse. From the time of the grant to Reading Abbey, the town of Leominster was governed by an upper and under bailiff, appointed by the abbots, or by the priors of Leominster, and these officers were assisted by a common council of the principal burgesses. Henry II. granted the town its first annual fair in 1170. In the reign of John, William de Braose, lord of Breck- mock, who had several times been sheriff of the county, and was possessed of many of the border castles, being in arms against the King, seized Weobley Castle, and then marched against Leominster, which at first resisted, but in a few weeks had to surrender.

De Braose is said to have plundered and burnt the town, and the priory and church, and ill-treated the inhabitants ; previous to this time, it is said that the buildings of the town were situated more on the western bank of the Lugg than they are at present. De Braose had afterwards to fly abroad, and his wife and eldest son were starved to death by the King in Windsor Castle. Edward I. granted the town of Leominster two additional fairs, and from the 23rd of his reign it returned two representatives to the Home of Commons, till its recent semi- disfranchisement. The Earl of March was confined by Owen Glen- dower at Leominster, in a dungeon, according to tradition, at the top of Church Street ; he also is accused of plundering the church and levying a heavy contribution on the monks. After the battle of Shrewsbury, the town and its neighbourhood became the scene of some remarkable military manoeuvres between Glendower and Prince Harry of Monmouth. Glendower abandoned Leominster, and entrenched his army on a hill, about two miles to the south. Prince Henry, after reconnoitring this position, took up a post of observation on a neighbouring eminence, waiting till want of pro- visions should compel his able adversary to descend from his stronghold. Glendower at last, after feeling the strength of the enemy by skirmishing parties, finding the Prince too strong for him, endeavoured to withdraw without a general engagement ; but the future hero of Agincourt had divined his purpose, and pressing upon him in close pursuit, caused a panic among the Welsh, who broke up and dispersed in every direction. The garrison of Leominster formed part of the forces of Jasper, Earl of Pembroke, when he was defeated by the Earl of March, in the Wars of the Roses. On the Dissolution of the Monasteries, the manor of Lsominster was resumed by the Crown. "The town," writes Leland, in that reign, "is meetly large, and hath good buildings of timber.

The town, by reason of their principal wool, use great cirapings of cloth, and thereby it flourished. Since, of later years, it chanced that the cities of Hereford and Worcester complained of the frequency of people that came to Lemster, in prejudice of both their markets in the shire town, and also in hindering their draping ; whereupon the Saturday market was removed from Lemster, and a market on Friday was hereby assigned to it ; since that time the town of Lemster hath decayed." The wool of the district "enjoyed great repute in the sixteenth century," and is celebrated by the poet Drayton. On the death of Edward VI., about 13,000 men assembled near the town in the interest of Queen Jane and Dudley, Duke of Northumberland, and though their numbers diminished with the increasing strength of Queen Mary's party, those who remained entrenched themselves on an eminence about a mile west of the town. Here they were attacked by the inhabitants, assisted by a force from Hereford under Philip Hobby, Richard Wallwayn, and Francis Throckmorton, and completely defeated and dispersed. Queen Mary, in reward for this service, besides promoting the leaders, granted the borough its first regular charter of incorpora- tion (1554), with other valuable and extensive privileges. In the reign of James I., the manor of Leominster was granted to his favourite, George Villiers, 1st Duke of Buckingham of that family, on a yearly rent of £,305 us. 5d. towards (it is presumed) the jointure of the Queen, Anne of Denmark, in whom Leominster had been vested. During the civil wars of Charles I. we find the town noticed as "a very malignant [Royalist] place, but of great con- sequence, and very rich." In April, 1643, it was taken by Six- William Waller for the Parliament, the inhabitants disarmed, and a garrison placed there.

A battery of cannon was also erected near the church to overawe the inhabitants. The manor passed into the possession of Harry Marten, the celebrated member of the Long Parliament ; but, on the Restoration, came back to the second Duke of Buckingham. He, it is well known, ran through all his property, and the manor and borough of Leominster passed to Major Wildman (celebrated in the time of CromwelPs Protecto- rate), to whom the Duke owed £14,000. -The Major sold them in 1672 to Lord Coningsby, Chief Justice of Ireland, and from him they passed, through an heiress, to the Capels, Earls of Essex. _Mr. Colt, M.P. for the borough in the reign of Charles II., incurred in 1678 a fine of 1100,000, and was im- prisoned till the arrival of William III. for his advocacy of "the Protestant succession," but was twice elected for the borough during his confinement. A new charter of incorporation was granted in the reign of Charles II. The spacious church of Leominster, which has been recently restored by Scott, con- tains portions of every style of architecture, "and is united on the

side to a more ancient church of plain yet good Norman. Thechurch is of great breadth, nearly equal to its length."

Leominster was " formerly one of the principal seats of the glove manufacture, but latterly the business has been on the decline.. Hatsare now made and coarse woollens, but the latter only to a small extent. Tanning is extensively carried on, but the present. reliance of the town is on its retail trade with the adjacent coun- try. Coal is brought from Shropshire partly by canal, partly by railway, from the Clce hills." The land of the borough and out- skirts is chiefly in the hands of the residents, some of it in very small portions. A free grammar-school, founded and endowed by Queen Mary, is said to have become in modern times a mere- private school, except that the corporation pays the master an annual -stipend of 120. The population of Leominster was, in 1861, 5,658, a considerable increase from that of 1851, which was 5,214 ; and the town is growing also in its assessed wealth.

Among the celebrated natives of Monmouthshire we ought, perhaps, to mention the chronicler Jeffery, or Geoffrey-ap-Arthur, better known as Geoffrey of Monmouth, if, as is supposed, that town was his birthplace. He lived in the reigns of Henry I., Stephen, and Henry II.; was Archdeacon of Monmouth, then. Bishop of St. Asaph (in 1152) ; and, being obliged to abandon his- see in consequence of the Welsh troubles, was appointed by Henry II. Abbot of Abingdon, in which monastery he died. What amount of real facts lies at the bottom of his romantic history of Britain it is not easy to say ; his chief value is as an antiquarian topographer. Enough of the buildings of the old Roman Britain seem to have remained down to his time to inflame- his vivid Celtic imagination ; and on these and his classical reminiscences he built up a wild and incredible narrative of the glories of the age of King Arthur and the mystic princes. who preceded him in the so-called imperial throne of Britain, to which the poets of the middle ages are under far greater- obligations than the historical students of the present day. The other name connected with Monmouth is King Henry V. Walter Cantilupe, Bishop of Worcester in the reign of Henry III., deserves notice as a member of a Monmouthshire family for his patriotic boldness in encouraging the Barons in their resist- ance to the misgovernment of King Henry, incurring sentence of excommunication from the Pope for promising them a heavenly reward for their devotion to the cause of liberty. Perhaps- Monmouthshire may also boast of being the birthplace of Richard de Clare, the celebrated Earl Stronybow, the conqueror of Ireland ; it certainly contained the castle which was then the seat of his

family. William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke in the reign of Henry VI., and his brother, Sir Richard Herbert, both distin- guished soldiers of the old paladin class, were natives of this county. Henry Plantagenet, first Duke of Lancaster, surnamed Wryneek, and known as the good Duke of Lancaster, was born in Monmouth Castle. He was father-in-law to John of Gaunt. But the most remarkable native of Monmouthshire was Sir John Old- castle, Baron of Cobham, the scholar friend of Henry of Monmouth, whom Henry gave up to the vengeance of the Romish Church. He was born at Old Castle, in this county. As an early companion of Prince Henry he is involved with him in the stories of youthful debauchery to which we are indebted for Shakespeare's Prince Hal and Sir John Falstaff, but in all probability the charge is as unfounded in the one case as in the other. The Lollardism or Puritanism of Sir John Oldcastle in the latter part of his life, with which his name is associated in the modern mind, makes his identification with the Falstaff of our dramatic reading a curiously puzzling phenomenon.

Passing over the doubtful claim to Cardinal Adam de Easton, in the latter part of the fourteenth century, the following names may be assigned to Herefordshire as the place of their birth :- Adam de Orleton, Bishop of Hereford, Worcester, and Winchester, who was born at Hereford, labours under the imputation of having incited the murder of Edward II. by the Delphic line, " Eduardum Regem occidere nolite tinaere bonum eat," which gives opposite advice according to the different pointing. Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex, Queen Elizabeth's favourite, was born in Nether- wood, in this county, November 10, 1567, as was also Roger Mortimer, Earl of March. Richard Hackluyt, the collector and publisher of accounts of voyages of discovery in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, was a Herefordshire man. So was John Gwillim, the celebrated author of the Display of Heraldry in the reigns of Elizabeth and James I., who was born at Hereford. So were Eleanor Gwynne (" Nell Gwynne "), in a humble dwelling in Pipe Lane, and David Garrick the actor, at the Angel Inn in Widemarsh Street. Robert Harley, Earl of Oxford, the celebrated minister of Queen Anne, though born in London, was one of a leading Herefordshire family. His father, Colonel, afterwards Sir Everard Harley, and his grandfather, Sir Robert Harley, were conspicuous members of the Presbyterian party in the Long Parlia- ment, and the leaders of the Parliamentarians in this county. John Kyrie, the benevolent "Man of Ross," immortalized by Pope, who died in 1724, aged 81, though born at Whitehouse, in Dymock parish, Gloucestershire, was not only connected with Herefordshire by residence, but by extraction, the Kyrles belonging properly to that county.

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ijustwant2write · 5 years

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Reversed Roles-Harry Villiers x Reader

(GIF credit to @fandomvariousness)

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Requested by anonymous

Summary: ‘Hello :) can I request a one shot where Reader is like the female version of Harry Villiers (she uses boys for her own pleasure) and Harry is a bit shocked when she gets dress immediately after going at it? Like, usually he is the one doing so, and now he is intrigued so he starts “chasing” her and the other boys make fun of him for that. You can end it as you prefer :) Love you!’

Characters: Harry Villiers x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name (Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Light smut, one night stand (?), using people for sex, swearing

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Harry Villiers knew he was taking someone home tonight. He always did, even when he wasn’t planning to. He and his mates were seated at the local pub, filled with many other university students. It was the end of the week, everyone was tired from the lectures and the work they had been doing, but no one would pass up an opportunity to get shitfaced. As Harry sipped on his beer, his eyes drifted around the room, finally stopping when he saw the size of an arse on this girl at the bar. He was staring without shame, smirking to himself when she turned around, a large glass of wine in her hand; she was fucking stunning, and that’s when he knew who he was going after tonight.

“Villiers, you can’t be serious.” Dimitri chuckled, grabbing his attention back to the table.

“What?”

“You know who that is, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Oh my days, he doesn’t know who she is!” Toby giggled with Ed.

“That’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N), she’s the best shag in Oxford.” Guy said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well then, I best get a move on. The night is still young.” Harry smirked, though it disappeared when his friends laughed at him.

“You’re going to be in for a shock mate. She’s not like the others you’ve had.”

“How? She’s just a girl that’s good at sex, isn’t she?”

“Whatever you say Villiers.” Toby kept on laughing.

“Fuck off, all of you.”

Harry calmed himself before approaching this (Y/N), not caring for what his friends had to say. They were implying something, what it was, he didn’t know, but that didn’t matter. He was Harry Villiers, he could get this girl in and out of his room before bringing another one in. He was slightly surprised when she held eye contact with him as he walked over, a smug smile on her lips. She was leaning back against the bar, casually drinking.

“Finally, thought you were never going to stop staring at me.” she confidently said.

“I think I still am. Harry Villiers.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Beautiful name to go with an even more beautiful face.”

She scoffed.“Did you steal that pickup line from your grandfather?”

He hesitantly chuckled, not used to girls being so confident around him.“Well, you’re awfully confident, aren’t you?”

“Most girls you go after are just mops aren’t they? Melting right at your feet before you even open your mouth.”

“Your words, not mine.”

“Am I different then? Am I a challenge?”

“Is it a challenge if I’m winning?”

“You might want to do a recount of your points before announcing you’re the champion.” (Y/N) relished in his stunned silence, taking an opportunity to take a chug of her wine, almost finishing it.“Look, we both know why we’re having this conversation. Let’s skip all this and go back to your dorm.”

“W-what?”

“Do I have to spell it out to you?”

“Well, I’m not objecting.”

The lads were not wrong.

Harry was never one to compliment women (unless it was to get him into this situation), but (Y/N) was definitely the best fuck he had ever had, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she said the same about him. He normally never stayed with a girl for long, didn’t go many rounds either; (Y/N) was an entirely different story. He had lost count of how long it had been since the night before, but he was well and truly done, heavily breathing as he closed his eyes. (Y/N) stirred next to him, slowly getting out of bed. Harry assumed she was headed to the en suite before she would return, but was surprised when he saw her grabbing her clothes.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked as he sat up on his elbows.

“Getting dressed.” she clasped up her bra, Harry almost moaning at the sight.

“Why?”

“Because I’m leaving.”

“...why?”

She was now fully dressed below her waist, walking back over to him. Perching a knee on the bed, she leaned over him, giving the young man a good view of her cleavage.

“Well, we’ve had sex, quite good sex actually, and I no longer need to be here.” she pecked his lips before putting her top on.“Lovely to meet you Villiers.”

Harry was stunned to silence as she walked out, acting as if nothing happened. What the fuck had just happened? And what had she called their sex? Quite good?

QUITE GOOD?!

It had bothered him for days since. How had this girl got control over him? All he could think about was (Y/N) and how frustrating it was that she couldn’t give a shit about him. He hadn’t crossed paths with her since, and he knew it was a big university, but surely they would have spotted each other by now?

As he and the club were on their way to the weekly meeting, he was ranting to them about the girl, getting angry over the matter. None of his friends had ever seen him worked up over a girl; some found it odd, he sounded like a mad man whilst others were almost pissing themselves laughing. Harry seemed to be like a cray ex-boyfriend still obsessed with his ex.

“Oh mate, you will never guess who’s here.” Guy slapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder, grabbing his face and directing him to where (Y/N) stood.

“What the fuck.” Harry exclaimed as he saw her talking to another man.

“It’s not like she’s your girlfriend, you seriously need to get over her.”

“Fuck off bellend.”

Without hesitation, he leaped from his chair, stomping towards her when he realised she was leaving with the stranger. He picked up the pace, almost running after them as he shouted her name in the street. She and the stranger turned around, thinking it was a drunk friend calling them. (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed when she saw Harry, wondering why he looked so angry.

“Harry?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” he finally stood in front of her, ignoring the guy beside her.

She chuckled.“Uh, are you really asking me that?”

The stranger decided to interrupt.“Mate, we’re sort of busy right now-”

“Fuck off.” Harry bluntly said.

“James, why don’t you go ahead, I’ll catch up with you.”

“It’s..it’s Jake.”

“That’s what I meant.”

(Y/N) sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.“Harry, what’s this about?”

“You left me after we fucked. That’s never happened before.”

“OK?”

“You said the sex was ‘quite good’. Our sex was amazing!”

“If you think so.”

“And for some reason I cannot stop thinking about you and it’s pissing me off to no end.”

“Aw, Harry, you’re secretly a romantic. Please don’t tell me you’re about to proclaim your love for me.”

“Why didn’t you think our sex was as good as I did?”

“Wow, you’re really fucked off about this. That wasn’t your best performance was it?”

He said nothing, eyes wide like a maniac.

“Oh, maybe it was.” she thought for a moment, smirking before speaking.“Tell you what, why don’t you prove me wrong?”

“Prove you wrong?”

“Yeah. Tale me back to yours again and actually show me a good time.”

“You’re such a bitch. What about your friend?”

“Who gives a fuck, I didn’t even know his name. Though if you don’t live up to my expectations, I can always go to him for a good time.”

“Darling, you won’t even be able to walk a foot out of my room once I’m done with you.”

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fandomvariousness · 3 years

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Pairing: Harry Villiers x reader

Warnings: brief swearing

Request: Hi! Could you please make a part two of your latest Harry Villiers imagine? I really loved it!😍👏🏼

He just wouldn’t leave you alone.

“For fuck’s sake, Villiers, why –”

“Don’t swear,” he interrupted in a mock chiding manner. “Filthy words don’t suit your pretty lips.”

You tried to compose yourself as you eyed him, throwing daggers. “You need to leave me alone. I’m perfectly aware on what you really think of me and I don’t want to find myself in the midst of some stupid bet or some other diabolic scheme you and your posh friends came up with.”

“Hey, hey,” he muttered, catching up to you as you swooped up your books from the stone window-sill and began marching away. “You’re wrong.”

You wanted to retort at him automatically, but the seriousness in his voice didn’t let you.

He stepped in front of you swiftly, barring you from going any further. “You’re wrong.” he repeated.

You raised one eyebrow. “Am I?”

“Yeah, you are. Just give me a chance.” he brushed the back of his bent fingers all the way from your elbow to your fingertips, lightly hooking them with yours.

You gulped as his gaze drew you in like a vortex.

“Let’s go on a date.” he spoke almost in a whisper, surely meant to entice you even more.

You blinked a few times as you forced yourself to wake up from the stupor he put you in. You tore your fingertips from his as you crossed your hands on your chest even tighter, hugging the books to create the barrier between you and him.

You sighed. “I still don’t trust you, but you have one chance. Don’t blow it.”

The corner of his lips upturned as you walked away, leaving him in a perfect spot to admire your swaying hips.

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Drunk In Love [Harry Villiers]

Prompt: #24 (“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”) & #62 (“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”) of this prompt list.

Pairing: Harry Villiers x Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Riot Club

Harry laughed loudly as he stepped inside the apartment, one of his arms over his girlfriend’s shoulders as support. He had a huge goofy grin plastered all over his face and was trying his best to focus on walking without falling over.

“That was one of the best night outs to the date,” he slurred out as the both of them made their way to the couch, from where a little French Bulldog was watching them curiously. “I had the best time.”

“I think that’s obvious,” the girl answered as she helped him sit - or more likely fall down, on the couch. He made a POP noise with his mouth as he bounced on the couch, eventually scaring the puppy away.

“No, come back here,” he whispered as he saw the puppy ran down the hall and to the bedroom. He pouted, and when he looked up to face his girlfriend, his eyes were watering. “I think Max hates me.”

The girl giggled and sat down next to him. Harry rested his head on her shoulder, exhaling loudly. “He doesn’t hate you,” she said, as she brushed the hair out of his eyes with the tips of her fingers. “You scared him.”

Harry shook his head and sighed. “I’m sleepy,”

“What time do you even think it is?” She asked, laughing at Harry, who was now looking up at the ceiling in concentration.

The boy glanced down at his wrist. “Ethelvenpim,” he muttered, not able to form the right words. (Y/N) supressed her laughter as she saw the frown in the boy’s face. “It’s Vodka time,”

(Y/N) burst out in laughter. “It’s six o’clock in the morning , Harry,” she said in between laughter. “You’re not having vodka, babe.”

Harry frowned and, pouting, threw his arms over his chest in response. Very mature for a twenty-one year old.

“Why don’t we go to bed,” the girl said, getting up from the couch. She stretched her arm out to him for him to take her hand. Harry, however, kept on with his tantrum. “Come on, we have to go to dinner at James’ house at night. We have to rest.”

The boy let out a low whistle as he took his girlfriend’s hand in his. Not managing to keep himself balanced, the pair (or more like Harry being dragged by Y/N) managed to get to their shared bedroom.

Harry immediately dropped on the bed, rag-doll like. He managed to get his shoes out of his feet and place his head over the pillow, before closing his eyes.

Very quietly, (Y/N) changed into her set of pajamas, and, more delicately, got herself settled down on the bed. However, unlike her boyfriend, she wasn’t able to close her eyes. The faint light coming in from the blinds was enough to keep her away.

She took her iPad from her nightstand and began playing a very entertaining game of Candy Crush.

“Honey,” Harry mumbled from beside her. She looked at him, her heart melting at the sight of him. He was squinting, trying to look at her, but not really being able to. His hair fell down over his forehead and his cheeks looked red. He looked adorable. “Are you not going to -,” he paused, and frowned trying to remember the word he was trying to say. “sleep?”

(Y/N) giggled and brought her hand to his forehead, running her fingers through his dark locks and setting them in place. “I can’t,”

Suddenly, Harry’s facial expression changed. He smirked. Oh how typical of him. “Have I ever told you I’m a genius?”

Yep, Harry was back.

“You haven’t explicitly,” she answered, smiling.

“I was thinking,” he said, his words still slightly slurred. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

(Y/N)’s eyes grew wide as did Harry’s smirk. “Babe,” she began, closing her eyes for a moment. “Go to sleep. You’re drunk.”

“Drunk in love,” he said, still smirking.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and placed a chaste kiss on her boyfriend’s forehead. She began playing with the soft hair on the back of his head while watching his features closely. His long, thick lashes. His thin nose. The little freckles that decorated his cheeks.

In a matter of minutes, he was snoring, with his arm over her waist pulling her into his chest. And feeling his calm heartbeat against hers, she began to close her eyes until she finally fall asleep.

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“I can not believe you!” You yelled as tears streamed down your face. You had been studying for the next exam, when an anonymous phone number sent you a picture of Harry and some blonde haired girl kissing. Harry came to your room for some ‘private time’ however was shocked to find you laying on the bed, crying your eyes out.

“I’m sorry” He simply uttered, trying to make you look at him. However you couldn’t. You knew he was known for sleeping around, but when he asked you to be his girlfriend, you simply couldn’t say no.

“I trusted you, and now I've been made a fool.” You whispered looking up at him. He knew he had done wrong.

“I’ll never do it again.” He stated caressing your cheek. You tried to forgive him however the picture of him and the other woman kept appearing in your head.

“Harry, I can’t do this anymore.” You stated simply, tears forming in your y/e/c eyes. First harry looked confused then his expression changed to sorrow.

“No y/n, I love you.” He stated trying to make you change your mind. However those three words coming from him made you mad.

“If you love me, why did you cheat!?” You yelled, pushing him away from yourself. He was shocked at first however his eyes darkened and his riot club personality came forward.

“Don’t yell at me! If you would have been the girlfriend everyone expected, I wouldn’t had to go out and find someone else to satisfy my needs.” He yelled back, getting of the bed. However as soon as the words left his mouth, he wished he had just stayed silent. That was it, he had crossed the line and you weren’t having any of it. You walked to the end of the room and opened the door, signaling that it was time for him to leave. Harry left knowing he had messed up the best relationship he ever had.

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Months soon passed and you were coping well. At first it was hard not speaking to Harry. Not being able to kiss him when you wanted, not being able to let him take away all of your worries, it was absolute torture. However now you were beginning to become your old smiley self again. The friends you had before you met Harry helped a lot after the break up. Though there had been many rumors about your ex. Apparently he took the break up worse than you. He never left his room, when he did it was only to get drunk and find a less attractive version of you. It hurt to hear all these rumors, but you didn’t want to see this version of him

Currently you were at the pub with your friend together with her boyfriend, and a date they set you up with. All though you were happy on the outside, inside you were screaming at y/f/n. This man was horrendous. He looks down on women and the poor. The next ten minutes were excruciating and you couldn’t take it any more. taking out your phone you pretended to receive a text.

“Oh no! There has been trouble with the student dorm. I am so sorry but I am afraid I have to leave.” You say noticing y/f/n smirk. She was also shocked at the blokes views on life.

“No worries Y/N. You go and sort that out.” She replied giving you a quick nod. You got your stuff together, said your goodbyes and left the venue.

It was dark and chilly outside, and the taxi was taking forever. A group of boys approach you, and you notice it’s the darn Riot Club.

“Well hello there miss Y/n.” Dimitri says holding your hand and kissing it.

“Hello.” You smile back not wanting to be rude. However behind the other boys you notice a familiar face. Well not so familiar, his eyes were red and he looked exhausted. Even though it went against everything, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. The boys noticed your gaze on Villiers and decided to leave both of you together, to talk.

It was only you and him now.

“Y/n, I’m sorry...” He started but you couldn’t hear his apologies again. It reminded you of the night when he was with the other girl.

“Don’t., I cannot bear thinking of that night again Harry.” You say tears forming on the brim of your eyes.

“I was an idiot! I realized as soon as left that I fucked up. You are the only person that I truly care about and I ruined our relationship!” He exclaimed walking towards you. You didn’t want to look at him but you didn’t stop him from nearing you.

“Miss you so much y/n.” He said as he embraced you into a hug. You couldn’t help but lean into his chest.

“I miss you too Harry.” You whispered looking up into his eyes. Tears where now streaming down your cheeks, as he gazed at your vulnerability. Guilt overcame him and he felt the need to protect you, even though he had caused all of this.

“Please...forgive me.” He asked placing his hands on your shoulders. He need you, and for some reason you felt as if you needed him.

“I can never forgive you for cheating.” You said noticing Harry’s face fall and become clearly upset. You placed a hand on his cheek making him look into your eyes again. “But I will give you a second chance” You whispered before placing a simple kiss on his lips. As you leant back you saw that Harry was in shock, then a large smile found it’s was on his face. He placed his hands on your waist lifted you up and spinned you around. You squealed at the abrupt surprise before Harry put you down. Harry couldn’t help but pull you against him and kiss you passionately. You were his once again as he was yours.

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