#i'm sorry arthur's legs are in the water

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A trip to the West Grizzlies 🗻

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[live-laugh-lenney]

could you write a fic where arthur finishes too fast in bed and gets really embarrassed about it but the reader comforts him

love u

please, he'd be so sad... :(((

"arthur?"

"i'm nearly done in here," he murmurs back in response except yn can't figure out his response from the sound of the shower that had hot water cascading down his bare skin, "be done soon."

"what was that?"

"i'm nearly-"

his sentence is cut short when he hears his en-suite door open and close and his heart sinks lower in his chest at the sight of her figure on the other side of the frosted glass of his shower. with her hair still pulled back into a messy ponytail and a grey tee hanging down her figure, which he assumed she'd taken from his wardrobe, his eyes staring into the distance except the frosted glass kept him from seeing anything clearly.

"i'm nearly done in here," he repeats, taking a deep breath and feeling the steam clear his nose and his throat, "should be enough hot water for you."

"not what i came in here for," she claims and he watches her as she slides the tee over her head and lets it drop to the floor, laying in a cotton puddle at her feet, "i came to check on you, you just left me in bed, naked."

he gulps back the lump in his throat and stares down at his feet, his eyes focusing on the water that ran down his legs and disappeared down the plughole so he didn't have to see her step into the shower, so he didn't have to make eye contact wit her. her hands tentatively reaching forward to grab his hands and she winces at the heat of the water that touches her skin.

"jesus, arthur."

she snatches her arms back and he frowns, feeling one of her arms snake around him so she could turn down the heat and make the water a little more tolerable, a little cooler so his skin wasn't scolded and red and blistering by the time he left the room.

"i'm sorry."

"i didn't realise you had your showers this hot," she says softly, taking slow steps towards him and reaching her hands back out, taking his fingers in her gentle hold and squeezing them softly, "no need to be sorry about that."

"no, i'm sorry about-" he cuts himself off, shaking his head at how silly he felt before he looked up and made eye contact with her, "i'm sorry i couldn't last in there."

"oh."

the silence between them was broken by the stream of water falling from the shower head yet neither of them could tear their eyes from each other. his fringe clung to his forehead and his eyes were sunken and she could see the sadness lingering deep in his mind. she lifted a hand up, cupping his cheek in the palm of her hand and she smiles at the way his head tilts into her touch, his other hand squeezing hers.

"you don't need to apologise for that either," she admits, stroking the curve of his cheek with her thumb, "it happens."

"i just, i don't want you think i wanted it over with from the moment it started."

"i'm actually taking it as a compliment. i'm just too sexy that you can't hold it back," she jokes teasingly and he can't hide the amusement that bubbles up in his chest and leaves his mouth in breathy laugh, "i think you just can't handle hot hot i am."

"you really are just irresistible," and she swore she saw a smirk tickle at the corner of his lips, moving her arms to wrap around his waist, resting her cheek against his chest and feeling the wet skin against her face, "i know you were excited to, you know, do it now i'm home from sri lanka and-"

"it's okay, arthur," she shakes her head softly, "honest. you're home now so we've got so much time to spend together."

"i'll make it up to you," he presses a kiss to her wet hair and lets his mouth linger, "i promise you." xx

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[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- No One Speaks Of This!

This one was requested over on Wattpad. I’m working on other requests now!

1 month to go. 1 month until I finally get to meet my child. My husband, Edward died before I knew I was even pregnant. Since then aunt Poll and my brothers have been keeping a very close eye on me. Today it's my brothers turn to watch me, Polly, Ada and Esme are off out on a shopping spree.

I walk into Tommys office at the betting shop where all my brothers are

"Bloody hell YN your fucking massive" Arthur shouts nursing a whisky in his hand

"Please never get married and get a women pregnant" I shake my head and roll my eyes

"Come sit down" John pulls out a chair for me. I smile gratefully at him and take the seat

"Thanks. At least one of my brothers have sense" I laugh

"How are you feeling?"

"Achy. My feet are swollen, not that I can even see my feet anyway" I rub my huge belly "and on top of that I keep having these pains"

"Pains?" Tommy frowns looking worried

"Polly said it's normal. Wouldn't worry. I'm not gonna give birth on your desk if that's what your worried about"

"Don't even joke about that" Tommy points at me the walks over, crouching down "you listen here. You don't make an appearance until Polly and Ada are home. You got that?"

"You lot better get to work. I'll just sit here and read"

"You let us know if something happens or if you need anything" Arthur says placing a hand on my shoulder

"Yeah yeah" I wave my brothers away and get my book out of my bag.

As I sit reading, the pain that I have been feeling seems to be getting worse. It's now like a cramp coming a going, getting stronger and stronger. I shift in my seat uncomfortably and feel a pop and water runs down my leg soaking the seat

"What the fuck?" I gasp

"What? What's wrong? What...." Arthur runs over to me

"I didn't even need the toilet" I hold my stomach as pain washed over me

"Shit" John sighs

"Tom. Better clear your desk. Our sister is about to have a baby"

"No. No chance I'm not giving birth to my baby on his desk and no way am I having my older brothers look at my womanhood"

"You want me to go and grab Finn or maybe Michael"

"Hell no" I shout at John

"Then you've got no choice love"

"Fuck.... Ok fine get me up" I hold my hands out for Tommy and Arthur to help me out of the chair. They walk me, slowly, to Michaels office "why are we going int Michaels office?"

"You said you didn't want to give birth of my desk"

"Your evil Tommy"

"Yeah yeah get up there" Arthur and Tommy help me up onto the desk and help me to lie down

"Right well since John boy is the most experienced one here... take the lead"

"Oh god" I groan

"Ok then. YN legs up"

"I've never been more grossed out than I am right now" I cry doing as my brother asks

"Shit. Ok YN I can see the head"

"Oh shit" Arthur gags. Tommy takes my hand and squeezes it tight

"When you have that tight pain you need to push"

Thankfully within 3 pushes I have a baby boy in my arms. My baby boy. John cuts the cord. We wait for the placenta to arrive while Arthur goes to my house to get me some clean clothes.

Once I’m cleaned up I sit in Tommys office on a sofa

"None of us ever speak of this again" I look at my brothers who all agree every quickly.

"What the bloody hell happened here?" I hear Polly yell as she walks through the door of the betting shop

"John delivered a baby" Tommy says as if it's nothing

"Wait YNs baby? He's early. Is he ok? Is YN ok?"

"Both are fine. Go in my office" Polly, Ada and Esme walk into Tommys room "oh my god YN"

"Shhh. He's just gone to sleep"

"What did you name him?" Esme asks walking over to me

"William Edward Shelby"

"Shelby?" Polly asks confused

"We I never took my husbands name. And I think he deserved to have both of our names. So he gets his dads and mine"

"I love it. And your ok?"

"Yes. We both are"

"I'm sorry we couldn't be here"

"It's ok. Who knew mister here would want to meet you all now"

"Well. Wellcome to the world William"

"What the fuck happened to my desk!" Michael shouts. Polly, Esme and Ada all look at me confused

"I didn't want to have my baby on Tommys desk. Tommy took me to Michaels"

"Bloody hell" Polly sighs "let the blood bath commence"

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[sweetflanfiction]

Second Chances

Universe: Read Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur x reader

Disclaimers and Warnings: *spoilers* My BF just finished the game and we couldn't bear Arthur moving on, so...I had to shift the plot a bit ahahaha... Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about 1899 is from google, so inacuracies will be plenty. The reader is on the older side, and identifies as a female.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

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You found him lying, unconscious, near the entrance of a shallow cave after chasing a runaway horse. Mac, your shepherd dog, kept barking and you thought it was the stalion that scared him, surprised to find a full grown man lying half dead on the rocks.

You got off your own horse and approached the man, rifle in hand and eyes darting back and forth, waiting for an ambush. He wasn't moving, his face wore a peaceful expression with his eyes closed. Faded bruises matted his face. The only thing telling you he was alive was his chest slowly moving.

Shushing Mac you poked the man with your boot, waiting for any movement or for him to open his eyes.

"Hey buddy?" You ask, shaking his leg with your foot. Nothing. "You need help or...?"

Taking a deep breath you shook your head and went back to your black horse, Dusk. You were about to mount up, your foot already on the stirrup, when you heard a groan and a cough.

"I...." You turned at the sound. His eyes were still closed. "...dead?"

Mac ran to the man and whined near him as you grabbed the water canteen from the saddle bag. You took three big steps to kneel next to him.

"Not yet, friend..." You poured a bit of water on his dried lips and he opened his mouth to drink some of it.

"Sick..." He coughed and you nodded. 

"You want the doc?" You asked, moving his hair out of his forehead.

"He always had a plan..." He coughed again and turned limp.

Touching his neck, you could feel the faint rhythm of a heartbeat. You were torn between leaving here and taking him with you. He seemed sick and told you as much, but you couldn't leave a living being alone in this place, not with the night falling. You rubbed your forehead under your hat and groaned. 

It wasn't easy making a makeshift stretcher, but you managed to do a decent job with the scarce resources around you. Looking at the man, he coughed softly and you grabbed your bandanna, wrapped it around your mouth and nose and walked closer to him. You started by grabbing his shoulders and dragging him to the improvised bed. He sure was heavy, taking a few minutes to get him on the stretcher and secure him. By the end you were sweating, breathing heavily, while the big man lay unconscious.

"I'm sorry mister, but I can't leave you here to die." You finally said apologetic and patted his shoulder, before mounting up and clicking your tongue making Dusk walk towards the ranch.

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His dreams were filled with forest creatures and voices, some familiar and some brand new. In his mind, he was already dead to the world and did not really care about much of anything. He found peace in the end. His deer friend was walking around him, closer than ever, so close he could almost touch the creature. A small bark scared the magical creature and the cowboy cursed. 

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"Mac!" You hissed at the black and white dog who tilted his snout at his name being called. "Come on!"

The small animal happily walked out of the guest room, following you downstairs where you could hear two voices talking amicably. You turned the corner and walked into the parlor, smiling at the two men sitting there. 

"Ah! Miss Graham. I was just telling your father that your guest seemed to have been the victim of a crime." Doc Brant smiled back at you. He was a tall and slender fellow, his thin face adorned with a curled mustache and small round glasses pinched on his nose. He was a friendly fellow, with a strange sense of humor, but no malice behind it. 

"Really?" You scrunched up your face as you sat on the arm of your father's armchair, Mac finding his spot next to you, lying at your feet.

"Seems to have been the victim of an attempted drowning." He chuckled when he saw your eyes grow wide. "I'm just joking. His lungs seem to have a bit of trouble working. I can hear slight fuzzyness in his breathing and he seems to be fighting a fever..."

"Fuzziness in the lungs....TB?" Your father said between puffs of his cigarette.

His voice echoed fear. He was always scared of it, since your mom had passed from it. He was the opposite of the doctor. Big, brawny, tough farmer, manly man. His face held his years well and his cheeks were always rosy from the sun. He sat comfortably in his arm chair, one hand stroking the large greyhound beside the chair.

The doc tilted his head, his eyebrows raising a bit on his forehead as if thinking about something. His expression changed after a while and he shook his head in a convincing manner.

"Nah. If anything he seems to be coming out of a big round of the flu." He finished the glass of water he had in his hand and placed it on the table. "He might have been food for the coyotes if you hadn't picked him up."

"Well, if there's one thing Miss Graham over here is proficient at, it is picking strays." He joked, patting your leg.

"I don't remember you complaining before. 'Sides, every stray and get seems to help us up to this point." You smiled and fetch the glass. "Is there anything we can give the man to make him comfortable?" 

"I'll get Mrs. Brant to make you some medicine today and you can pick it up tomorrow evening. Until then...just help him fight the fever with some cold water to his forehead and wrist. If it spikes too much, throw him into a tub filled with cold water. Also, he seemed dehydrated because of the fever and his previous address, so get him some water and some food that is watery."

You and your father nodded at the instructions. Your father pushed himself out of the armchair to walk the doc outside, while you headed to the kitchen, hearing Mac following behind you.

Mac was one of the many strays you brought back home. Your father always joked that you were a magnet for creatures in need. Cats, dogs, deer, horses, birds and now people seem to appear on your path when they need help. The dog at your feet limped towards you one day when you went to the general store in town. He was whining, his tail between his legs and could not, for the life of you, leave the pup there. The other dog, Luca, a big lanky hound that never left your father's side, wandered into the ranch one night, his ear half bitten off and his left eye blind.

"You reckon he's gonna survive?" You heard your father come inside the kitchen and sit at the table. 

"Hope so..." You said honestly and turned to him, leaning your back against the simple kitchen counter. "You think his people left him to die on the rocks?"

"You said he was peaceful, so maybe he wanted to die there." You made a face at his words.

"I don't get why people quit fighting to live. According to the doc he had a flu. I had the flu, it ain't nothing to write home about..."

"You're lucky. Your momma was watching you up there." He pointed to the sky. "People die from the flu, you know that. Especially if they don't get treated. And he didn't seem to have any money on him. Maybe his people had left him there for their own sake." 

"I know..." You sighed and grabbed a pot. "Chicken soup for dinner?"

You heard your father chuckle and stand.

"I'll get the eggs. Come on boys." He whistled to the dogs and both pets ran outside.

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The deer kept circling him, but every time he got close it ran away. He saw it lying down in a patchy grass meadow and walked determinedly towards it. The deer meant peace, a quiet death he didn't deserve, but craved. He deserved to die in a ball of fire for all the crap he had pulled, for all the shit he had endured.

Maybe that's why it ran. Because it knew he didn't deserve peace and quiet.

"I have a plan Arthur." He turned to the familiar voice, half in anger, half in fear.

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[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Under The Weather

Because my anxiety is real and it makes me cry and nearly vomit, and won't let me live my life without being hindered.

Arthur but he's taking care of you while you're sick, heavily inspired by this fic by @azures-bazar

Which was lovely by the way so I hope you read this and enjoy it.

Lets go y'all

WARNINGS: Arthur being sweet, you being sick, possible vomitting, and yeah

Tags: @cantchoosejust1 @mrsarthurmorgan7 @kieropal @6kaja9

You felt hot, your forehead, your arms, your legs, all of you, felt hot, sweaty, and Horseshoe Overlook wasn't that warm.

You felt dizzy and every step you took was nearly torture.

You felt a lump in the back of your throat that was on the verge of coming up and it made your body scream.

You felt gross, even though you'd already taken a hot bath in town, and it seemed like no matter what you did you were just drained, you could barely keep your eyes open.

The table that you kept wiping beneath you was spinning, which wasn't helping with your dizziness, and before you knew it you felt yourself falling but you were far too weak to stop yourself from hitting the ground.

You braced for the impact, but instead felt the warmth of strong arms around you.

"Woah! Y/N, you been lookin' a little out of it, lucky I was over here, are you alright?"

You blink and look at Arthur Morgan, one of your closest friends, a man who had been nothing but kind to you since you met him, unable to really comprehend what had just happened.

"Hey, you alright?" He asks again, looking down at you in his arms.

"I'm sorry Arthur, I..." you blink and close your eyes. "I'm not feeling that great."

"I can tell that Sweetheart, you're burnin' up."

Arthur sighed and gently helped you stand, gently bringing an arm around your waist, as you leaned against him.

"C'mon, let's get you to my cot, okay?"

"No, I'm alright, I'm...I'll be fine-"

"No you aren't, you're five seconds away from vomitin' all over the place. You're gonna lay down and relax for the rest of the day."

"No, Arthur-"

"Yes."

He manages to get you to his cot, and gently lays you down, oulling the blanket he has over you as well as adding a second pillow under your head as gently as he could.

"Don't even think about movin' I'm gonna get a washcloth."

You're about to protest but before you can he's already turned around and out of sight.

You sigh and close your eyes, looking up at the celing above you.

You didn't want him to see you like this, sick and barely concious.

But you didn't have much choice, you were too weak to do much else but lay where he'd put you.

It only took a moment or two for Arthur to return, a cold washrag in his hand.

Gently he placed it against your forhead, squeezing a little water out against your hot skin.

"Arthur you don't have to-"

"I do, you ain't feelin' well-"

"There's plenty of people in camp who can do this, you have other things to do-"

"Nah, now, you stop that Darlin', I'm done with what I needed to do today, I got all the time in the world."

"But I-" you place an arm over your eyes, your throat closing. You felt like you were gonna be sick.

You groan and listen as Arthur moves a bucket to the side of his bed.

"Jus' try not to get it on me, alright?" He chuckled and for a moment you feel a little better.

"I'll take care of ya, you ate anything today?"

"No, I was afraid it'd make me sick." You mumble quietly.

"You think you can down some crackers for me Sweetheart?"

"Maybe, just a few."

"I'll get some here in a bit, okay?"

You nod, and then quietly you take Arthur's hand.

"Thanks Art."

"Course, I can't let my favorite girl get sick."

You smile and feel your eyes close.

"Are you sure you don't need your cot Arthur?"

"I'm sure, you go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay, I can do that."

........

You wake up feeling warm still and exhausted, your head is warm, and so is your body, but you fear if you expose your arms or legs you'll freeze.

The tent is dark now, its even with the tent flaps open.

You realize after a moment that Arthur's hand rests against your arm, his head lays over your legs.

He was a sweet man, sweeter than what the entire gang deserved, sitting here, taking care of you while you were sick, better than what you would have expected.

You sigh and close your eyes, feeling yourself drifting into sleep again.

You made yourself a mental note to repay him for his kindness, give him something he truly deserved.

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[mendes-bae]

A fair exchange – part six

series masterlist ; part five ; part seven

Part six summary: Velarys and Aemond meet again.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x (F) Targaryen!reader

Warning: NSFW 🔞 incest, angst, kissing, smut, PiV sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, CHARACTER DEATH.

Author's note: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! this is my first time writing a fic in English, so beforehand, i'm sorry 👀

All the rights belong to the showrunners of HOTD and George R.R Martin, author of Fire and blood & Song of ice and fire series‼️

Word count: 2460

Velarys accepted Lord Lyon's advice and reached for the room Aemond was in.

The princess took courage and opened the room door. When she entered, her husband was on the balcony, looking the most beautiful garden she had ever seen. The white linen curtains contrasted with his black leather outfit.

Aemond heard footsteps behind him and turned around.

Velarys saw him after so many days and felt her body relax. She could run to him and hug his body so tightly that it could leave him without air.

"I knew you would come sooner or later to visit your dear friend" he said with his hoarse voice.

Aemond set the golden goblet of wine on a small nearby table and crossed his arms over his chest.

Velarys walked to the table in the center of the room and poured herself a glass of water just to avoid Aemond's gaze and keep her hands busy since they were shaking.

"What are you doing here?" She asked bringing the small goblet to her lips.

"I guess the same as you, getting allies for my king"

She clicked her tongue after the liquid went down her throat.

"I see you haven't changed your mind" She put the glass back on the mahogany table.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" Her husband ignored what Velarys just said.

"I thought you wouldn't be so happy to see me"

"I will always want to see you, sweet wife" He approached the princess, causing her to step back and collide with the wooden table. "Even though you have abandoned me"

"I had no choice. You made me choose between you and my sister"

"Did you ever consider that perhaps Rhaenyra is not a good candidate for the Iron Throne?"

"She..."

"And maybe Aegon isn't either"

Velarys looked at him strangely, since each one had already made it clear where their loyalties lay.

"Have you ever thought that maybe second children are a better option?" Aemond moved even closer to his wife, so close that his nose was on her cheek.

"Not only do you want to take the power away from our sister, now you want it for yourself?"

"Have you ever imagined me on the Iron Throne?... because I have. I imagined you sitting on it, in front of you all the lords of Westereos swearing allegiance to you"

His nose traveled down her throat, his lips leaving kisses on her skin.

"You would look so sexy with a crown on your head... my queen"

Velarys had never wanted power for herself, in fact everything she did in the small council was to strengthen her sister's claim, but suddenly having Aemond talking to her like that between her legs made a fire settle in her belly.

The princess groaned at his words.

"Beg me to fuck you, my queen." Aemond said against her ear, Velarys moaned louder.

"Please... I need you like i never did before, Aemond"

The prince kept kissing her soft skin, his wet lips touching the edge of her breasts.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that all the fucking Tyrells will hear how good I make you feel"

With nothing else to say, Aemond lifted her dress up to her hips. His hands cupped her thighs and made her legs wrap around his waist.

The prince's hand clamped down sharply on Velarys's jaw, causing her to look at him. Aemond loved Velarys's expressions.

"You have to thank your queen for sending you here, you have no idea how much I wanted to see you"

Velarys closed her eyes at his words.

"I missed you so much" The princess admitted.

Aemond brought his lips close to her.

"Me too"

The princess couldn't resist and leaned down to kiss him. It was a kiss like no other they had shared, it was desperate and wild.

Suddenly, Aemond let go of her wife and took her by the shoulders before turning her around. The skin of her hips crashed against the table, her ass pointed at her husband's manhood.

Aemond saw her exposed pale skin and felt a sudden desire: following his instincts, he reached down and bit her ass cheeks.

Velarys let out a scream of surprise and lust, her husband laughed at her reaction.

"Aemond" the princess moaned with desire.

Her husband quickly dropped his black leather pants to his ankles and lustfully guided his cock to her wet entrance.

He entred to her cunt with one thrust and both of them gasped at the sensation.

"I missed this pussy"

Velarys pinched his ass and with her fingers pulled him closer to her, feeling his cock deeper into her.

"Move"

"Whatever my queen asks for"

Aemond didn't stop for playing games, he began to move quickly against his wife's butt.

The sound of their skins bumping against each other and their muffled moans were heard throughout the room and surely outside of it, but they didn't care that someone could hear them.

The prince released Velarys's breasts, which were bouncing from their sudden movements, he took them in his hands and massaged them how he knew his wife loves.

Velarys moaned and guided her left hand to her clit and caressed it desperately.

"Cum for me, my queen"

Only Gods knew how it turned on her hearing him call her that.

After a few thrusts later, wet kisses and caresses, both reached their climax.

Aemond moaned against the white-haired woman's neck as she dropped her head against his shoulder.

Neither of them wanted to move, afraid that this intimate moment would slip through their fingers like water.

"I hate this" Velarys admitted turning her head, looking at her husband out of the corner of her eye.

"Me too" Aemond confessed.

They stayed like that, holding each other for several minutes until Aemond walked a few steps away and got dressed. Velarys did the same.

"Otto sent me here, but clearly I didn't get anything from the Tyrells, they hate my grandfather" said her husband adjusting his wrinkled shirt.

"It's not hard to do so" Aemond didn't reply, his wife was right after all.

"I will depart for Storm's End, immediately"

Velarys couldn't help but think of Luke.

"Why are you telling me all this? We are supposed to be on the enemy side"

"You will never be my enemy, Velarys" said her husband caressing her cheek. "You did what you thought was right, I can't blame you"

Velarys pressed herself against her husband's palm.

"Is it too late to regretted it?" The princess asked with tears in her eyes.

"I think so"

Lovers from opposing sides kissed for the last time before returning to their monarchs.

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Velarys returned from Dorne and felt a tense atmosphere. She hoped to lighten it with the good news she brought for her sister: the Tyrells had kept their word and would serve Rhaenyra as their rightful queen, gathering as many soldiers as they could from their vassal houses and fighting the Hightowers and their allies. On the other hand, Princess Aliandra had pledged some of her Dornish army and sworn knights to the cause on the sole condition that Dorne would remain independent and maintain its rule in the south as it had for the past 130 years.

The princess freed her hands from the leather gloves and entered the council room. There was no one there but Rhaenyra and a few members of the Black council. Her sister turned to meet the arrival of her first envoy but before she could say anything, Daemon hurried into the room and Velarys immediately knew something was wrong.

"What's going on?" asked the Queen of Westeros.

Daemon hesitated for a moment but then said carefully:

"Aemond murdered Lucerys on his way back from Storm's End" her sister's husband waited a moment to continue "The fishermen found Arrax's remains on the shore"

Velarys knew her uncle was not lying, Aemond himself had told her that he would visit Lord Baratheon in search of allies for the Greens. The princess also knew of the grudge that her husband had towards her nephews, of the rivalry that had been going on for years between the princes and the desire for revenge that Aemond felt especially towards Luke.

However, Velarys never thought or imagined that Aemond, her Aemond, hers, would be capable of killing a child.

The princess felt a stabbing pain in her belly as she heard Rhaenyra's piercing screams and pleas for her little boy.

Velarys wanted to get closer to her sister but a sharper pain settled in her low belly. Alerted, the princess lifted her dress quickcly, unashamed by the lords gazes who saw her.

She touched her thighs and discovered that her hand was full of blood. In a panic she looked at Rhaenyra across the room and her gaze told her what she already sensed.

Suddenly, everything turned black.

￮ ੭ 𓈒 ˙ 🐉🐉🐉 ˳ ⊹ ˚ 𝅄

Velarys woke up with a gash in her lower belly, dizzy and with a slight fever.

She wanted to stand up, tear the sheets off her body and go in search of her baby, but it was useless, the maids didn't even allow her to leave her bed.

She was weak and her mouth cords made no sound. Tears in her eyes were blurring her vision.

When the Dragonstone Mester entered her room, she listened intently to what he had to say:

"I'm very sorry, your Highness" the old man handed her a small wooden box, inside she could see a mixture of limbs and white hair "I guess your didn't know you were with child"

Velarys from her bed looked at the barely formed baby and she closed her eyes tightly.

"It is at least three moons... we believe it would have been a boy, princess" Velarys took the box in her hands and with her index finger caressed what would have been her son's head "If you want, we can continue with the funeral rites"

"Leave me with him for a few moments" said the princess.

"As you wish, your Highness" the Mester bowed and left the room.

However, Velarys could not be alone with the small body for so long, because minutes later Rhaenyra entered her room.

The youngest sister couldn't look her in the eyes.

"I didn't know i was expecting…" she started to say, but the lump in her throat stopped her from speaking.

Her sister came over to her bed and sat next to her, she squeezed her free hand lovingly because she knew perfectly well how losing a child feels like.

"Seems like a fair exchange. Aemond killed Lucerys and the Gods killed his child in return. A son for a son" Velarys rasped.

"Vela..."

"I want to be alone"

Rhaenyra did what her little sister wanted, and left her in solitude.

The princess sat on her bed for hours looking at her what would have been her child, wishing she had known of his existence earlier.

She refused to cry for another baby, ignored the pain that ate at her and hated every God who had punished her so cruelly.

Hours later, her lady-in-waiting, Rose Westerling, entered the princess's room and saw her at her desk writing on a scroll.

"Do you need anything, Princess?" asked the young lady.

Velarys did not look at her but she spoke as she finished reading what she had written:

"Could you do me a favor, Rose?"

"Anything, My Princess"

"Could you send this to King's Landing?"

"Immediately, your Highness"

She took the paper from Velarys's trembling hands and left the chambers of the white-haired woman.

She wished that only Aemond would read the letter from her handwriting:

If you ever felt love for me, meet me on Claw Isle at sunset.

￮ ੭ 𓈒 ˙ 🐉🐉🐉 ˳ ⊹ ˚ 𝅄

Velarys knew it would take at least a couple of hours for the raven to reach the capital. As the hour approached, she wrapped herself in a cloak and went out in search of her dragon.

The princess moved painfully close to Vaghnar and the dragon groaned as he felt his rider. The woman could barely walk and every step she took felt like hell itself.

She approached her dragon, took one of his heads and cradled it in her hands, then brought her forehead together.

"Gimigho" I know, she spoke to Vaghnar in a whisper.

Both shared the mourning for the death of her son, Vaghnar was extremely connected to Velarys and felt just as destroyed as the princess.

She petted him some more and with pain and blood loss, she rode the back of her dragon to fly away from Dragonstone.

They flew for miles and when they saw Claw Isle in the distance, they descended to the shore.

Velarys dismounted Vaghnar, and saw Aemond on the beach.

When he heard Vaghnar, he got up from the ground, brushed the sand from his pants and hurried to the princess.

She wasn't that happy to see him, she made it clear when she slapped his face hard.

Aemond knew he deserved it.

"You killed our nephew" she said bluntly "You were selfish enough to hide it, a group of fishermen found his mutilated body on the shores of Dragonstone Bay, Daemon told Rhaenyra this morning"

"I didn't mean to, I..."

"Even though you did it" she said looking into his eyes for the first time "You left a mother without her son... you know very well how it feels like, how could you do this to her?".

For the first time, she felt a tear roll down her cheek.

"How could you do this to Rhaenyra knowing what it's like to lose a child?" Velarys said wiping away her tears "You felt that pain firsthand, Aemond... it's a feeling I wouldn't wish even to my worst enemy"

"My life will not be long enough to ask for forgiveness, Velarys" he said regretfully "And for that, the Gods will punish me"

"They already did it"

"What are you talking about?"

Velarys pushed back her cloak and took from her small bag the wooden box that the Mester had let her keep, then handed it to her husband.

He took it hesitantly and opened it. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"That is...?"

Velarys just nodded.

"I called him Rhyserys" she admitted, looking at the little body in the box.

Aemond hugged Velarys tightly, and for that moment the war no longer mattered to him.

It didn't matter if the Blacks or the Greens won the Dance of the Dragons, if Aegon or Rhaenyra sat on the Iron Throne, it only mattered about Velarys and showing her how sorry he was, even though nothing he does now would change what his actions had made.

Part seven

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[makriiii]

Caught Ⅲ (Arthur Morgan × f!reader)

Word count: 3.1k

Authors notes: Sorry for the slow uploads. Btw, when I copy-paste this from my notes app, tumblr double spaces my paragraphs and I'm too lazy to change it. 😭

Warnings: 18+, angst, & cursing.

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Caught Ⅲ

The land around you briskly faced a blanket of darkness as the sun had just set, the colors had kept you busy for just a stint, longing for them as they faded into deep shades of gray and blue.

People were now rekindling their fires from the night previous, preparing for dinner, a preparation you didn't need to worry yourself with, as much as you wished you did.

Keiran was across from you, and despite being part of your gang, you hadn't exchanged many words. He never did seem too fond of the gang.

Neither of you conversed, not only due to the fact that he tried desperately to distance himself from being an O'Driscoll, but because everyone in camp would also be part of the conversation.

With Keiran ignoring you, and Dutch's gang shunning you, you may as well have been the naughty kid who sat in the corner with a dunce cap on.

The only thing that kept your sanity was finding out that, Arthur, so you came to know, had taken your horse with him that day.

With nothing to do but sit defeated, you zoned out, staring at your horse. The thoughts of escaping with her danced around in your head.

Revenge didn't even cross your mind, in fact, at this point you were willing to let it all go, so long as you had your horse.

Rival gang members came and went, gawking at both of you like zoo animals. At one point, a lady who seemed personally victimized by Keiran had come and dropped food on him.

You were slightly taken aback by her actions, you were hoping it wasn't just for the fact he's an O'Driscoll, otherwise you felt you'd be next.

It was clear you weren't welcome despite being forced to stay and by all means you were happy to leave if they'd allow it. You'd even take Keiran along as well, but they had no such plans.

Out of all the people who roamed before you, your eyes met with one, much to your despair.

You had had enough of the man over these past days when he would check on you, once or twice each day, occasionally giving you water but only teasing you with food.

He kept to asking you and Keiran both, where on earth Colm was, and on that earth, you couldn't give him the darndest of answers.

Each time threatening to rid of both of you right here and there every time you gave him the same answer.

He was no man to play games with, but you still played them. He threatened it but never did actually point the barrel of his gun at you again. You shivered as a small ache crept from your arm just thinking about it.

With the eye contact you regrettably made, Arthur finally decided he'd saunter over and have a friendly little chat with you.

You shifted your weight uncomfortably, your arms and shoulders hurting with every second you didn't stay still.

He seemed to have this look in his eye that you couldn't quite place.

"I reckon it's time to change that bandage of yours." He commented, half gesturing for your arm before looking down and reaching into his satchel.

You didn't want him to touch you, hell, you didn't even want that stinking man anywhere in your sights.

"No, please. I'd rather it get infected so god can take care of it instead." You dismissed, kicking out your leg in an attempt to wave him off since you couldn't use your arm to do so.

He snickered as he crouched down beside you, moving for his knife, and to your surprise, he started cutting at the ropes that kept you tethered to the tree.

"That'd be a good few weeks of worse pain before it finally took you, pain I can just save you from now."

"There's a lot you could've saved me from, not being a poor aim on the day you shot me would've been it." Jeering at him with sass.

Any relief you would have felt from the breakage of your bounds was cut short as you hissed out a gasp of pain.

His large, calloused hand wrapped and dug in just above your wound.

Your instinctual reaction had your right hand balled into a fist and swinging around into a hook that landed sweetly on the side of his face before you could do anything about it, or so that's what you claimed.

It caught him off-guard, taking him a second to react, by which he squeezed your arm even harder and reached for your other wrist in a tight, abrasive grasp.

You cried out while he manhandled you. "Fuck- quit grabbin' me like that, you big brute!" You stirred under him, but he kept you still in an almost a perfect manner.

The whole commotion caught everyone's attention, their turned heads held looks of confusion and surprise.

"Im tryna help your ass, woman." He snarled, keeping you from jerking around. "Hold damn still before I save myself the trouble instead."

You looked away, mumbling a curse under your breath. By no means did you relax, but you stopped fidgeting, he cautiously let go. His eyes burned holes through you as he did.

Suddenly, he reached for your buttoned shirt, you flinched back in befuddled surprise.

"Just what the hell do you think this is?" You demanded, fully desiring to line up another fist to his face, if it wasn't for the control he had over you with clasping your arm.

"Your sleeve doesn't roll up that far. Didn't I tell you to hold still?"

You felt overwhelmed with rage, and worst yet, you couldn't do anything about it.

"Don't look at me like that, how else do you think I took care of this for you before?" He adds, leaving you in silence.

A man undoing your shirt wasn't the problem. The man doing it, was.

"I was hoping you had left me in the care of one of the more dignified ladies here."

"You wandered off so far from where we camped, you would've died before then." He counters, shaking his head.

"And I would have thanked you, if you left it at that." You stayed arguing, but slighted your head up, giving him easier access to your buttons.

His eyes flickered from your face and to your shirt for a moment at your small gesture.

"Left it at that? Nah, I couldn't let you get away with all that money." He takes a moment, unbuttoning your shirt half way, exposing most of your bra.

It was enough to get your arm out but not leave much to the imagination.

"I was hopin you'd know more than your buddy, yet, neither of you annoying shits seem to recall jack all." He nagged, giving you a stern look before returning his gaze to your arm.

You couldn't say much in return when you felt him pinch and prod at your arm, needles running through your body.

You groaned your hurt, though he didn't seem to care much.

"Don't punch me again, y/n. I ain't beyond hittin' a lady like you."

You gave him a dismissive, smug look, shrugging your shoulder through the aching and burning he inflicted on you.

"I'll just skip that part and put a bullet through your other arm instead," he halts his medical measures and grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks in a firm grip. "You understand me?"

You shook your head away from his grasp, a small, childlike and petty desire to jab at him grew inside you.

"You sure feel me up a lot for someone who hates O'Driscolls so much." Your lips curl upward into a mischievous smile.

He raises a brow, leaning away from you, scoffing in disbelief.

"I'd prefer much anything over you, O'Driscoll." He gripes, returning back to your wound, unraveling the old bandage.

"Yeah, I can see that, considering you have me almost half undressed." You did your utmost to keep from looking at your wound, instead keeping your eyes on Arthur's face. His eyes kept strictly at your arm, never faltering as he lazily slathered on some sort of ointment.

"You're full of yourself. I wouldn't be doin' this if I didn't need to." He shakes his head.

As he finished with the fresh bandage, his hands finally had stopped poking you, leaving your arm in peace and an onset of relief.

"You know, I was thinkin' bout feedin you tonight," his words brought you back to how starving you were.

"Can't say I'm feelin' so kind now." His hand found the side of his face, his fingers inspecting the welt you had inflicted on his cheek.

Your stomach found his words utterly strangling, but begging him was out of the question.

"Dead people can't tell you where Colm is."

"So, the answer comes to you if you're fed?" His eyebrow shoots up, sarcasm plastered all over his freshly punched face.

"I can give you my best guess if you feed me." You explained, irritation being the entire undertone of your statement.

"You think guesses are gonna get you fed? Huh, girl?"

"That, or I simply wont have enough energy to think much on Colm." You cajoled, your smirk slowly returned.

"Careful with that mouth of yours, it's gettin' real tiresome." He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Yours reached that point way long ago." You fired back, his face now full of frustration.

"Glad to hear you're not hungry, O'Driscoll." He griped, returning rope to your wrists.

You full well expected it, but having them back on so soon displeased you beyond words.

Once he tied you up good, he got back up without a word and promptly left back to camp, leaving you alone on your tree once more.

You leaned your head back, wondering just how much longer they'd leave you tied up before they acted on their word of killing you both.

Minutes passed as you felt your eyelids get heavy, you didn't want to sleep, not until at least everyone else, but being tired, starving and having been shot only a few days ago left you exhausted.

"Don't you fall asleep yet, y/n." That man's voice chimed. You grimaced at his return.

The front of him was shadowed in contrast to his backside, which faced the camps fire light. You couldn't quite see what he held as he made for you.

"Couldn't get enough of me, huh?" You teased with a straight face, irritation filling you once more.

"You would like if I couldn't, wouldn't you?" A shit eating grin spread across his face at his own comeback.

You scoffed in response, staring him up and down as he got closer and to your surprise - the smell of food wafted into your nose.

Your whole body jolted with excitement, though, you couldn't tell just why he decided on feeding you.

He unties your wound-free arm, but hesitates when handing you the bowl in his hand.

"What?" You ask, looking up at him, his large frame towering over you.

"Say please." He demands, an evil look on his face.

"You're crazy. Now hand it here."

You reach for it but he pulls it away.

"Just say please, O'Driscoll." He laughs, taking a step back to avoid your waving arm.

"Quite actin' a fool and just give it to me." Your voice tightened with anger, your hunger almost possessed you into fighting him for it.

"Didn't anyone teach you manners? Please aint that hard to say."

"It is when the man you're saying it to is the same one that shot you. Now-" You reach again, your hand finally collecting the soup filled bowl.

You glanced back up at him, almost in shock that he actually let you grab it.

"Alright, alright, but next time, I expect some manners, O'Driscoll." He grins, knowing this set you off.

Next time? Next time, really? Your face furrowed with disbelief. "I'm happy you're an optimistic man, Arthur, but next time'll be in your dreams."

"Don't get too cocksure, darlin'."

"You know, you look pretty good when your face has a big red mark on it from my fist." You commented, shuffling in bites as you spoke.

"Really? Well, I think you also looked pretty good tied up all these days." He countered, the smile he had on his face ever growing.

That smile, on that nasty man. You hated it.

"Leave me to finish my food in peace."

He hums in consideration. "As much as I'd like to, you aint tied back to the tree."

You glower at him, desiring to eat slower so you could spend more time to rest your rope burned wrists, but ridding yourself of his presence felt more important.

You stayed silent as you finished the rest of your food, which didn't take long, tossing the dish to his feet and laying back on the tree so he could re rope you.

"That's what I like to see from you, O'Driscoll." He nods with approval.

You ignore him, your pride hurt with every moment more you had to give into this man and his crook gang.

He ties you back up and returns to the heart of camp.

It wasnt long before you finally dozed off.

-

(Set after the scene when Keiran gets interrogated.)

You sat petrified, still as the tree behind you, gelding tongs. They pulled down his pants for it too, if Keiran hadn't spoken up, you feared you'd be subject to it as well.

Goosebumps had crept up your back just thinking about those searing hot metal peices anywhere near your barren skin.

Keiran had finally come up with something.

Six point cabin.

You recalled having been there a few times, but was Colm up there? Your guess was as good as Keirans unless he actually was sure of it.

Arthur finally released Keiran from the tree, pushing him to the direction of the horses, then he came to you.

"You get to join us too, O'Driscoll." A small sinister smile creeps on his face, cutting through your ropes. "You better hope he's not trickin' us."

"Either way, if I'm rid of you, it's fine with me." He finishes, pulling you to your feet, guiding you to his mount.

"I'll get the most joy out of that, I reckon." You affirmed, somewhat stumbling as he releases you.

"Whatever you say, princess." He chuckles, closely following you.

Arthur calls out to a John and Bill, telling them just what's about to happen.

Keiran and a man with a nasty scar on his face were mounting, if you had to assume, the name John seemed best to suit him.

The other - Bill who had to be the man that threatened to 'geld' Keiran, coincidentally the one who also ratted on you that not so faithful day.

As you reluctantly walked along, you passed your steed you so woefully desired to mount instead, your ticket out of here. But Arthur quickly dismissed the thought for you, pushing you to his horse instead.

You gave him a hard stare in return, frustrated with his shoving.

"We're gonna pay your buddies our respects." He announces, entirely unconcerned.

"They taking us to Colm?" Questions John, steering his horse away.

"That's what he says." Arthur attempted to lift you up but you wave away his hands and pull yourself up instead, as much as your arm protested in agony.

Keiran stuttered out his assumption on where the cabin and Colm was, they pushed their horses in the opposite direction of camp.

Arthur mounted on after you, and for the first few moments you chose to hang on to nothing, however as if he knew, he kicked his horse to a trot, prompting you to grab at his sides.

Even underneath his layer of clothing, you could feel his heavyset build that helped keep you steady. Looking him up and down, a shiny metal caught your eye.

You were captivated at the sight of your revolver, missing the feel of it at your side and in your palm whenever you saw fit.

He had taken your gun as if you weren't still alive to be the owner of it.

You clenched your jaw, angry at everything and now finally riding to your more likely than not demise, worse yet, possibly executed with your own gun.

He kicked his horse into a lope, leaving you clinging to his sides firmly.

He turned to look over his shoulder at you, clearly in response to your tightened grip.

A small smirk crossed his lips before peering back to the trail up ahead.

The rest of the entire ride consisted of Keiran condemning O'Driscolls, bickering and directions shouted from you and Keiran.

It didn't take very long at the speed in which you rode, though you feared slipping off everytime you didn't have a good hold on Arthur.

You approached a small hill, Keiran confirmed the destination upon arrival.

"Okay, off your horses." Arthur draws back the reins. "Let's go." His voice now low in tone.

He jumps off and you follow suit shortly after, sliding off the back of his horse.

John reminded you and Keiran as you snuck forward, that he was keepijg his eye on you. Although you felt Arthur had beat him to it, he stared daggers at you as you crept along with the rest of them.

"I ain't gonna shop you now, come on." Keiran assures. "That'd be suicide."

"You'll die, boy. But you'll lose your balls first." Warned Bill, his gravelly voice blunt as could be.

Bill wasn't a man you wanted to be too close to with threats like that, so you kept closer to Arthur.

"Jesus christ…" Keiran murmured under his breath.

The lot of you kept low as you came to a ridge overlooking the cabin.

Keiran gave the rundown, confirming they were in fact armed, drunk and not fond of strangers.

Colm would be in the same way, just in the comfort of the cabin, which you agreed on.

Unlike Keiran's declared opposition, the O'Driscolls were a gang you rode with for a good while and despite Colm's nasty behavior, you felt a large sense of betrayal. Betrayal or your life, as it was now.

Your thoughts interrupted by three men emerging from the small cover of young trees, conversing about something miniscule and not far from earshot.

Suddenly Keiran was grabbed by John, a gun to his head and a hand over his mouth.

Arthur followed suit, pulling you into him, losing your balance with his sudden pull, your own gun held to your head and any potential cries for help blocked by his rough hand.

The now non existent barrier betwen your back and his chest was closed, you could feel each breath and each nervous heart beat agaisnt you.

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[hannibalzero]

Loving Arthur

Charthur dabble

🦌🦬🦌🦬

Arthur was capable, Charles didn't have to worry much about his safety.

……most of the time.

Especially now that the gang has settled a bit, Hosea’s snake oil turned out to be very good whiskey.

True Dutch and Micha where still plotting something. But not having Arthur work the jobs for them and do all the leg work?

Those plans seemed to fizzle out like old cigarettes embers.

Arthur was strong, smart (despite what he would say) and was so damn quick with a gun.

Charles knew the love of his life would survive.

But the sight of Charles's beloved mate tanning the hide of a jaguar, hit a nerve.

Normally Charles wouldn't mind Arthur hunting big game, it was impressive. From a poor hunter to a master class one Arthurs skills had grown.

But Arthur was pregnant. Hardly a month or so, Kieran oddly had a skill when it came to babies? Like he knew Arthur was pregnant before Arthur did.

He had told Charles he was going fishing just down the way. Told Charles he would be safe and not to worry. Judging by the hanging corpse of a jaguar that's not what happened.

“Arthur.” Charles walked over to him, crossing his arms over his chest.

The outlaw jumped a bit holding the fleshing knife still. “Howdy Charles, how was ya-” Arthur's voice slowly died in his throat receiving a pointed look from his Alpha. “I…um…can explain?”

“I would love to hear it, how did you catch a jaguar while fishing?” Charles asked keeping his voice quiet and even.

Innocent until proven guilty and all that.

“I promise ya I was fishing, pretty bluegill just down the way. I was sitting down, drinking all that water ya asked me too and even ate.” he offered up. “I was packing my basket of fish to go, looked up and there it was. A whole jaguar!” Arthur shifted as told his story. “Started running for me, I was able to shoot it before it got too close.”

Charles looked at Arthur and slowly looked at the big cat. He covered his eyes and gave a low grown. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

“Naw, didn't even touch me.” Arthur rested his thumbs in his (much loser) gunbelt. “I'mma sorry, I didn't think-”

“It's fine Arthur. I'm glad you're okay, baby okay too?” Charles asked.

Arthur nodded slowly. “Yeah, had Mrs.Grimshaw check…baby is fine.”

“What am I going to do with you, crazy white boy? Strange things happen to you.” Charles pulled Arthur close and kissed him. “…..now…the pelt is beautiful…what are you planning on doing with it?” he asked resting his arm over Arthurs shoulder.

“Aw hell, i dont know. I'm still shocked you wanna be around me. Maybe keep me on a leash?” Arthur joked into the kiss. “Oh the pelt? I was thinking…i don't think I could use a stroller for the baby. I need to work and I ain't gonna dump our baby on people…was thinking of a backboard? Big enough for you and me to be able ta wear.”

Charles nodded thinking it over. “I get what you mean about strollers, I've only seen them in places with streets. Bulky and metal.” he looked at the pelt. “A backboard is a good idea, I'm not sure how to make one…”

“Figured next time we visit Eagle flys and Rainfalls we would ask?” Arthur suggested. “Being the best leather and hide we got?”

“I would like that.” Charles gave a nod. “But if you get attacked by another Jaguar, I think I'll die.”

“Oh no you ain't! Ya gotta stick around with me. Can't die until I do.”

Charles laughed loudly. “Love you too.”

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[unluckyhoneybee]

made me so happy that you brought marcus back with thirsty thursday :) (i knowww they were requests but still). i really love all of your work ab him specially the ones with song prompts and “i did a thing”.

would you ever write something about going to the paddock with him for the first time as a coupl? or being friends with felipe drugovich and meeting marcus through him?

btw i love all your work specially the ones about oscar and arthur. xxx

You walked down the street quickly following Felipe. Due to traffic, you were late. He and his friends wanted to come to this new club and he invited you. You were in the town and he wouldn't let you alone to go partying if he could take you with him.

"Guys!"

The guys turned and smiled. They all hugged Felipe.

"She is YN"

"The famous YN!" Clement hugged your shoulders.

"That's me, yeah" You smiled fully aware of how much your best friend talked about you.

"Hi, I'm Marcus" The blue eyes guy walked closer with a tiny smile.

He is cuter in person.

"Hi. I'm YN. But you already know"

He giggled and nodded.

"I do"

You found him really interesting, and although you stuck to Felipe's side for a long part of the night, you didn't stop talking to Marcus.

"You should come on Saturday"

"You are partying on Saturday too?"

He laughed as he nodded.

"At home, though"

You smiled and blushed.

"I'll be there"

The only problem was that Felipe had plans for Saturday, so you were alone at the party. Well, not alone. Marcus spent the whole time around you. He made sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed. Which was fun for the others.

One drink brought another and Marcus was trying to keep his head in place, but he was nervous. You made him nervous. Beer and wine helped for the first hours, but then they became a problem.

"Hey" You said sitting next to him on the sofa.

"Hi, YN"

You heard his voice and bit your lip. Pissed drunk.

"My head is turning. I wanted to dance with you but I think I can't stand right now"

You giggled. He was blushing and looked worried.

"We can dance another time." You told him and patted his leg. "I will bring you water for now"

And you did. He was obedient and drank the whole cup.

"Hey guys. We are going to this pub down the street. Are you coming?" Clem said.

You looked down at Marcus and shook your head.

"I don't think so"

"No, no. You go." Marcus said pushing your leg softly.

"No, I'll stay. I'm tired anyway" You told Marcus as you grabbed his hand. You didn't want to leave him alone.

That's how you stayed with him that night, put some crappy film and sat with him under a blanket. You spent half of the film in silence, but suddenly he turned to you.

"Sorry, you make me really nervous and I thought a beer of two could help and now you are stuck here with me"

You looked up and blushed.

"I-I make you nervous?"

He nodded.

"It was a hell faking"

You smiled.

"You fake really good" You gave yourself the pleasure to run your fingers over his hair.

"I don't want Felipe to be upset." He whispered.

You smiled and lean to kiss his cheek.

"He won't."

"No?"

You shook your head.

"You make me nervous too, Marcus"

You had only known him for a few days, even though, you could already feel how he was your type. How he was the kind of guy you quickly caught feelings with.

"Thank you for staying"

"Someone had to make sure you were okay"

He leaned on you and you hugged him, ending the night cuddling with him on his sofa, he fast asleep on your chest and you watching the film with a silly smile on your face.

#Marcus Armstrong #Ma #Blurb #F2 #Fluff

[draculagerard]

Hi! So once you said you wanted someone to listen to Hesitant Alien for the first time and tell you their thoughts and since I'd never listened to it yet...

So I had a 40-something minutes walk to get to the shop that sells the cheap-ish oxidizer and bleaching powder I want to try and okay, that'd do it.

I put khol on and rangers and I very much feel like listening to Gerard Arthur Way so I go and prepare to take mental notes for you.

I'm expecting it to change the chemistry of my brain and it doesn't ; it's good but it doesn't break a duck's three legs if you'll pardon my French. I realize my mistake, cause I know lyrics are real important to me and it's not that the lyrics are lacking but Gerard Darling Way, I understand one word per line maybe so I like the rhythm and walking to it but it's not transcendental yet. So I go to read the lyrics but it's starting to rain and my phone screen dislikes this and nearly closes every single app.

"Brother" comes up and it's a fucking delight because I can hear the lyrics properly and it's raining in the city and aaaah yes this is good good and okay I get it more and more. A hell of a song my favorite of the album for now, yes, because I can make up the words and hear them in my bones. Next song, I don't get the lyrics, another one... Now I'm a bit frustrated you know I've been walking with feelings and I didn't eat and my mouth is dry and I remember there's a place that sells milkshakes on the road I want to try. I stop there and the woman behind the counter looks at me like I did something weird. At this point I pause the music and ask if there's a minimum to pay by card. She seems so surprised I'm here. I'm awkward, okay? It's very, very rare service workers being more awkward than me. I order and try to pay. Machine doesn't work. She tries to explain. Something with the internet. She's so, so, so sorry. She says she'll make a call - I don't have cash at all. I'm like, am I gonna wait for someone to come and fix the internet before getting the milkshake? My mouth is still dry but it's far too awkward to ask for a glass of water. She's calling someone who doesn't pick up, looking at me like a deer caught between headlights and i go, "Okay you make the milkshake and I'll find a bank to come back with cash", she looks at me like I offered her one of my kidneys and asks if I'm sure, if that's not too much of a bother, I go and find a bank. They don't have 10€ bills so a 20 it is and I come back, it's been like eight minutes and when I try to pay she realizes the register is like. Empty. She checks her own purse. She's looking at me with a tint of despair, asking if I have anything else, even just 2€ and the most I come up with is like. 15 cents. The milkshake is between us. She asks if I live around here. I don't. I offer to come back after I do my shopping and break the bill. She says no, it's her fault, take the 15 cents and gives me the milkshake. I'm being brief here, but the exchange was excruciatingly long and filled with silences. I feel lighter when I step out of the shop. So I keep walking, turn the music back on and kind of drown in it. The rain is getting heavier and I listen to Maya the Psychic thrice to finish the walk. Not enough to catch all the lyrics but nice.

When I get back to the milkshake place I'm soaked to the bone and still have some walking ahead of me. I'm listening to the album again on the way back and Brother just played and I'm thinking to put it on again because it makes the rain seeping through everything not only bearable but cathartic.

The woman's face lights up when I come in and she profusely thanks me while refusing my money, saying I can give 1€ if I really want, because I came back and that's nice in itself, I'm kinda cold and my fingers are a bit too damp to roll a cigarette so I say if she wants to thank me she can offer me coffee. There's a beat of silence and I have to clear up that I am not hitting on her at her workplace and am in fact ordering a 1€ espresso while handing her the 4€ I finally digged up from my purse. She takes a second to start moving and I think Oh god does the espresso machine not work either?

It works, and when the coffee runs she accepts only 2€ and I dry my fingers on the inside of my shirt enough to roll a cigarette.

When I get back in the street it's still pouring and turning Gerard back on I ponder becoming a regular because she was really nice though very awkward and decide against it remembering this was the single worst milkshake I ever had the displeasure to taste in my life.

The coffee was decent though.

But I'm not walking 20 minutes to have a decent coffee.

So. Thoughts on the album are "I gotta listen to it again with the lyrics written somewhere", sounded good but not obsessed with it yet. Don't think I'll ever listen to it without remembering this encounter and too sweet ice cream and the scent of rain and cars.

Michael, brother of Castiel

HEY MICHAEL!! AND OMG HESITANT ALIEN 1ST TIME REACTIONS.....

why is it that everyone ends up having the strangest experience during their first hesitant alien listen.... bonus points for the rain.. also fair fair it's not the craziest album without the lyrics but also you need to see the lyrics fr. AND BROTHER.... god listening to it for the first time while you can hear the drums of the city rain...? bro

#thank you for sending me your thoughts...... this album is everything to me and i love it when people listen to it <3 #moose asks #anon

[ofallthingsnasty]

I know I haven't been following you for that long, but I have gotten invested in your fanfics and ocs so FAST. Not even kidding when I say that I spend tons of time just daydreaming about your fics lol They just scratch that itch I have for dark stories, it's amazing😭😭😭 And damn all these character lore drops are just watering my crops😫 Especially the bits about Evan and Micah.

I knew I was right to be scared of Evan since the beginning but yikes on bikes, I didn't expect him to straight up resort to maiming you if you act out ⊙▂⊙ I imagine that if the reader did ever manage to escape while Evan was out, it wouldn't be at all out of character for him to go "well reader, looks like you're losing the 'having both of your legs privilege'🙂" And he would feel super bad about it, but he would still do it. Probably while crying and saying something along the lines of this is going to hurt me more then it's going to hurt you, while the reader is begging and crying for him to not do it. Ughhh I got chills just typing this out💀Yeah Evan scares me quite a bit, anyways amazing character cant wait to see more of him lol🥰

And our favorite resident jerk Micah Bell, I do hate his guts but I have always found his character really morbidly fascinating and fun to witness in game. I sit there and go 'wow this guy is such an asshole.....why isn't he in more scenes and missions?(look if you hate him then that means that Peter Blomquist did his job perfectly👌) Micah is definitely one of my favorite villains ever and my goodness you have done this awful and nasty man justice in 'through the briar' 😖 And that bit of lore you posted just adds to it. Micah already doesn't like the reader in the slightest, in the beginning he saw her as an annoyance, an easy target to bully, and a opportunity to one up Arthur. But from what you posted, if the reader ends up pregnant he seems to genuinely resent you for the situation "you" put him in. To Micah you just had to have the utter AUDACITY to get pregnant, when he just wanted to have a little fun. And now he has to do all this work to look after the reader and their children (by work it means he probably shows up once a month, twice if he's feeling extra generous. And hands you a single can of beans that prob expired three years ago, 15 dollars and a quarter, don't forget the quarter💀all that to feed maybe 2-4 kids? Gee thanks for the help🙃)

I imagine whenever he does come home its like walking on eggshells for the reader and the kids, cause Micah is looking for any reason to get verbally and physically abusive towards them, especially the reader. (btw do you think Micah has even a hint of affection for his children? I know he doesn't love you in the slightest💀 but maybe the kids got a fraction of his cold, dead heart😭😭) In the little escape attempt from Micah scenario you have planned, I can honestly see him calling the reader an 'ungrateful bitch' for running from him after all he's done for you🙃🙄 That he didn't have to do "right" by you after you got pregnant, but he did. And this is how you repay him? And after that little speech....yeah it won't be pretty for the reader🫥

Anyways enough of my rambling😅As you can see your fics are just feeding my brain hahaha (holy crap this is a long ass post I'm sorry lmao💀)

Oh my god, this is so sweet!! I am amazed that my writing could have such an influence on anyone 😭💕 You don't know how much internal back-and-forth I did before I finally was able to publish 'through the briar' - because I thought the concept was so silly and had big, big self-doubts but that fic really showed me that there is always someone who wants to read whatever idea it is one has 💕💕 So, thank you, really!!

I knew I was right to be scared of Evan since the beginning but yikes on bikes, I didn't expect him to straight up resort to maiming you if you act out ⊙▂⊙

Yes, yes you definitely should!! I only scratched the surface of his true nature in 'capture kill' but I was trying to leave some hints for the readers - I see him as a very 'classic' yandere, like the ones I used to read about when I was younger. Desperate, lovesick, willing to go to hell and back to have you - the only thing that holds him back is his little wolf pack because following their code is intrinsical to him. He's easy to underestimate, especially for a defiant darling.

I imagine that if the reader did ever manage to escape while Evan was out, it wouldn't be at all out of character for him to go "well reader, looks like you're losing the 'having both of your legs privilege'🙂" And he would feel super bad about it, but he would still do it. Probably while crying and saying something along the lines of this is going to hurt me more then it's going to hurt you, while the reader is begging and crying for him to not do it.

Yup, exactly! Like I said, it's all for the "greater good" - he already fucking hates what happens to you in 'capture kill' but again, he'll surely be the one to impregnate you and then you two can forget all about this, right? Then he will have earned you fair and square - and no one can take you away from him.

I sit there and go 'wow this guy is such an asshole…..why isn't he in more scenes and missions?

gdfdsgh same!! I would KILL for more lines like "No need to keep your face covered now. It's just you and me, sweetheart." during An American Pastoral Scene (link with timestamp for your viewing pleasure ehe) - I soaked all these missions up like a fucking sponge, both absolutely disgusted and captivated.

I imagine whenever he does come home its like walking on eggshells for the reader and the kids, cause Micah is looking for any reason to get verbally and physically abusive towards them, especially the reader. (btw do you think Micah has even a hint of affection for his children? I know he doesn't love you in the slightest💀 but maybe the kids got a fraction of his cold, dead heart😭😭)

Absolutely. You look at him a little funny and he'll be going off in an instant, laying into you as though you're his personal punching bag. For his kids? I think it's complicated. Again, he did write to Amos - whether it's to stake a claim on his kin or because of some brotherly love, we can't know - but I do think that even that man can't help but melt a little (like on a molecular level) when a little horde of Bell children vies for his attention. That lasts for three exact seconds, then he's back to cussing them out. What I'm trying to say is that he has his moments, as many abusive parents tend to have.

And I agree SO MUCH with everything you've said about Micah and the reader-character. Really, the only good thing about him is that he's gonna die in a couple of years. Although that would leave you in even rougher shape, financially. Maybe we can both hold hands and dream about John magically coming into money and helping her out or something 😭 She is so fucked. I feel so fucking bad for my own creation, especially because she's a really shy, nice little lady. She really doesn't deserve it.

(Don't apologize omg!! I really enjoyed reading your thoughts!! It's the highest form of praise that my writing makes you think™, it means I did something right 😭💕)

#sodaequalsbubbles #ask #capture kill #through the briar #OC: Evan

[themultifandomgal]

Michael Gray- Cryptic Pregnancy

This was requested! Hope you enjoy

"Do I have to?" I whine entering holding onto my husbands arm

"Yes. Your part of the family and this is a family meeting" Michael tells me

"I know, it's just I'm not feeling good today. I've been having cramps. I think my monthly is on its way" I sigh

"We won't be long" Michael tells me as we enter the betting shop where the rest of the family are waiting

"I hope so. I just want to go back home and go to bed"

"Ah Michael, YN it's good of you to finally join us"

"Sorry Tommy" Michael replies

"Having some fun aye" John winks towards us, but then earns a nudge off Esme

"YN isn't feeling well so can we make this quick"

"Alright then let's get this meeting started" Tommy takes a seat in his office chair. I sit down next to Michael trying to breath through the cramps.

As the meeting goes on the cramps get worse and worse. I'm no longer paying attention to what anyone is saying. I've never had cramps like yheee before

"YN what do you think?" I quickly look up at Tommy

"I erm, I'm sorry Tommy I didn't..." just then another huge cramp overcomes me "fuck somethings wrong. This isn't my monthly" I cry out. Michael is looking around nervously. Polly is by my side in a second

"Mum what's going on? What's wrong with YN"

"I don't know, but let's get her up and lay her down on the sofa over there" Polly nods to the sofa behind us. As I stand up water gushes down my legs and I'm in even more pain

"Shit"

"Did you just piss yourself?" John asks frowning

"No she didn't. Her waters have broken"

"What?" I shout looking at Esme who's eyes are wide "I'm not pregnant, I would have known"

"Ok let's just lay you down and then I want to take a look at you" Polly says as we slowly walk over to the sofa "all of you out" she snaps "Esme, Ada you two stay and help"

"Polly how can I be pregnant?" I cry now feeling scared "I've been having my bleed and my stomach hasn't grown or my breasts" I cry

"It's rare but I've heard it can happen" Esme tells me as Polly hoists my knees up and takes off my underwear

"Bloody hell love, I can see the head"

"No no no Polly this isn't happening"

"It is whether any of us like it or not. Ok on your next contraction I need you to push ok?" Esme and Ada take both my hands and give them a squeeze

"I can't do this. I'm not ready"

"You might not be but little one surly is"

"YN you can do this. Trust me, I know it hurts and your confused, but your about to be a mum. So listen to Polly, yeah?"

"Ok" I take in a deep breath and do as I'm told. On my next contraction I push with all my might

"Ok the heads out. Not long to go now YN. Your doing so well"

That afternoon I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I hold her in my arms, wrapped up in one of the Shelby brothers discarded blazers

"You ready for Michael to see you and the baby?" Polly asks me

"Yeah" I smile not taking my eyes off my baby girl. The door opens and in walks a stressed looking Michael

"Holy shit" he rubs a hand over his face making his way over to me

"She's a girl. I thought maybe we could name her after your sister, Anna"

"Beautiful" he kisses the crown of my head. In walks the rest of the Shelby's

"What the bloody hell happened? Why didn't you tell any of us that you were pregnant? How the fuck did you manage to hid this?" Arthur asks walking in

"I had no idea. Shit we don't have anything" I look up to Michael worriedly

"Don't worry. John and I will gather some of our things for you"

"Thank you Es" I look back at Michael "would you like to hold her?" tear threaten to fall as he nods his head. I place her gently in his arms, and I can see he's in love with her immediately

"I'll bring the car around. Drive you guys home" Tommy says leaving the room

"Is that my bloody blazer?" John asks

"I'll buy you a new one" Michael waves him off

"Well what a way to tell your kid how she was brought into the world" Arthur moves to look at the baby girl "congratulations, your going to be wonderful parents"

"Thank you Arthur"

In that moment a part of me that I didn't know was missing feels complete. My little family.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #michael grey #michael grey x reader #micheal gray #michael grey x y/n

[amazingmsme]

Hiii,

I saw you put Peaky Blinders as one of your TickleTober potentials!! So thought I'd send you a VERY rough idea draft I've had floating about for a LONG time to act as a prompt if you'd like, as I'm probs never gonna do anything more with it it seems 😅. No pressure to use it at all of course! Just thought I'd give it a use lol. It's rather short currently so you could probs change/add to it to fit whichever free theme you want (onlyifyouchoosetouseit!!). Idk if this is a rly annoying way to do it but I'll just copy/paste it into this ask :)). All cool if it's not ur taste! (It's Ada and Tommy)

~~~

Sitting round dinner table. Polly's cooked.

Ada next to Tommy. Ada wants Tommy's attention with talking about something.

He's deliberately ignoring, preferring to listen to John, etc. (also partly out of 'winding up' cos u know... siblings)

~This goes on for some timelength ~

Ada just resorts to 'spite. Scratches neck or similar with hand, discretely sliding it down herself to under the table. Reaches over and squeezes just above Tommy's knee

Tommy slams leg up into table. Shelbys go quiet. Polly eyes suspiciously.

Tommy apologies, misjudged height of table when altering legs or some other bullshit reason.

Ada involuntarily sniggers, but quickly tries to stop herself.

Tommy slowly glances to Ada beside him with a COLD, (acted) menacing stare. Ada quickly just directs her attention back to her food.

Tommy now moves hand to make like altering napkin on lap (or equivalent).

Ada SOMEHOW didn't notice, now electing to simply listen to the conversation of Arthur/ John, and abandoning her attempt to speak with her second eldest brother out of very much self-regret.

Tommy tweaks her side, looking straight ahead. Ada flinches harshly and ends up crumbling her elbow forcefully onto the handle of her fork (or equivalent) that was sticking out from her plate, causing it to clatter onto the table?

Shelbys now look at her. "Sorry..." Picks fork off table back onto plate. Tommy smirks to self, Ada backsmacks him under table, he responds by pinching her side again more vigor. She has a bigger reaction this time, spluttering in the water she was attempting to drink.

Polly now confronts.

Been hoarding this all day because it makes me so happy thinking about them all sitting down for dinner & Ada is all fed up with being ignored & decides to mess with Tommy in front of everyone kabakabsjd. Interesting how I was talking with @a-fluffer-nutter about a similar scenario with Arthur & Tommy. Something about that man just radiating ticklish knee vibes, & everyone knows his siblings exploit it to the fullest extent lol. This is def going on the list! I think I can make it work for day 8(truth) because Aunt Polly makes them spit it out why they’re acting so weird

#asks #writhinginescapism #peaky blinders #tickletober #tickletober prompts #tickletober 2023 #please know i am picking you up in the air & spinning you around for giving me such a great prompt #this show is in dire need of some fluffy shenanigans #tommy shelby #ada shelby

[cheekypeakyblinder]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 (18+) | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16

Wordcount: 2,54K

John had dropped her off at the family house. Where Polly was stressing while putting a kettle of water on the stove. 'Polly what's going on?' Franny asked her. 'The guns.' Polly said while lighting a cigarette. Franny let her head down.

'Tommy.. Did they find them?' she said down at the table. Polly just nodded. 'Fuck.' After shit had calmed down a little and both Polly and Franny were drinking a cup of tea.

Arthur came inside. 'Where's your father?' Polly asked. 'I'm assuming he's frittering away the ... ' Polly looked at Franny. 'How much was it?' '500' Franny answered.

'the 500 you took from us. And put into his thieving, whore-groping hands.' Polly said looking up from the paper she had been reading. 'What were you thinking?' Polly said throwing the paper on the table. 'How dare you do something like that without talking to Thomas or me?' Polly spat.

Arthur stood there like a lost puppy. Franny felt sorry for him. He really thought he could trust his father. 'Does Tommy know?' Arthur asked. Polly didn't say a word and opened the paper again. 'No. I didn't tell him did you?' Polly asked Franny. 'No.' Franny answered drinking from her tea. 'But you're going to tell him.' Polly added. Arthur stood there for a while and then left.

'Damn I've never seen him that beaten since the war.' Franny said while finishing her cup of tea. After a while the both of them were smoking cigarettes and drinking rum. When suddenly the door got broken down by the police. They were looking for Thomas. The both of them were not even looking up. 'He's not here.' Polly said getting another cup of tea. 'He doesn't tell us where he goes.' Franny added lighting another cigarette. After they checked everywhere and making the place a mess they left. To which they started cleaning the mess up.

It was late when John came back with Finn. The both of them wished them goodnight and went home themselves. Payed the babysitter and went to bed. When the both of them were laying in bed and Franny had snuggled herself against John. They were silent for a while before John started to speak. 'You know.. everything is getting more clear now. Tommy showed me a new business card.' He said picking something up from his nightstand. 'John it's dark' Franny said when he wanted to show her the card.

But he fastly took his matches and gave her the card. He lit a match and it took Franny a second to read what was written on the card. 'Shelby Brothers limited.' Franny said. 'John Shelby associate bookmaker.' She was silent for a while. 'Oh my god John!' she said. He put out the match and Franny jumped back in his arms. 'We're going legit.' he said proudly. Franny kissed him before they both proudly and happily fell asleep.

The next days they were all working hard making sure the next races were all going fine. Lot's of people were betting and even more new faces came around the corner. It was hard work and long days but Franny did it happily. John had gone by her father to ask for her hand. Her father had set him down for a cup of tea. And actually told him he was hoping it was him. Franny was over the moon when he told her and they broke it down to the kids that auntie Fran was going to me mommy Fran. The six of them were all so happy. It was like living on a pink cloud.

So when it was an early morning and the kids were starting to stir. John and Franny were at it again. The bed was squeaking and the both of them were trying to keep their moans together. Franny had her harms intertwined with the frame of the bed to try to keep it from squeaking and John was throwing a leg on her shoulder when 

'DAD! Dotty wet the bed again!' Katie yelled. 'Be there in a minute princess!' John yelled back. As the both of them were almost giggling like little children.

Suddenly the door flew open. And Thomas walked in. He didn't even twitch by what he was seeing. 'John? I told you to keep the doors locked. I could've been anyone. Now get dressed.' Thomas said throwing him a blouse. John had never moved so fast he was holding his gun but not yet pointing it on Thomas. Franny sat behind him trying to catch her breath and pulling up the blanket. 'We're doing it today.' Thomas added.

'As a matter of fact, Tommy. He's doing me today.' Franny said bluntly but couldn't help her own snort of laughter. 

Making John give her an elbow. Thomas didn't move a muscle. 'Make sure he's done you by nine.' Thomas said before walking out. 'You should learn to knock!' Franny yelled after him. 'It's not a day for knocking!' Thomas yelled back before slamming the door shut. Making the both of them laugh.

When it was 8:30 Franny walked out with the children. Making John follow them put. They all walked towards the school where they all hugged the both of them and they walked towards the Family house. While talking about the wedding. John walked into the betting shop kissing her before he left her with Polly. Franny couldn't help but smile as he walked away in his long black coat. She was head over heels for this man and it was even worse now that it was a real thing.

'Good morning Lovebirds.' Polly said with a small smirk on her face. Franny just smiled. 'Come I need to show you something.' Polly said as she walked towards the front room. Franny walked in after her. When she heard some stirring. 'Oh my god Polly?' Franny said as she walked over to the small crib where there was a small baby just waking up. Franny teared up when she saw the baby. 'Is it...' Franny tried to ask Polly when she heard a teaspoon clinging against a cup. 'Mine?' a familiar voice said behind her.

'Ada..' Franny said breathlessly. She turned around grabbed the cup of Ada's hands placed it on the table and rushed in her arms. The both of them hugged each other tight. 'Oh my god Ada I missed you so much..' Franny said with tears in her eyes. 'I couldn't do it any longer.' Ada said softly looking over Franny's shoulder and saw Polly picking up the baby.

'You're much better with him than I am.' Ada said while breaking the hug with Franny. 'He settles quicker with me because he can't smell the milk.' Polly answered 'Can I?' Franny asked looking at Ada and Polly. 'Yes' Ada directly answered and Polly gave him over to Franny who sat down with him. 'Ada he's beautiful.' She spoke softly while cooing the little baby boy.

'Heard you might be soon after me.' Ada said while sitting down next to her. 'What?' Franny said not looking up from the small baby's face. 'Well you and John.' Ada said looking at Franny and her baby. 'How.. did I...' Franny was looking confused as ever. 'It was me.' Polly said looking at Franny with a smirk. 'It was about damn time Fran.' Ada said with an even bigger smirk. 'Now please make me lots of nieces and nephews so Karl can play with them.' Ada said poking her side.

Franny rolled her eyes. 'Sure Ada. Omg Karl? I love that.' Franny said saying hello to Karl. 'Yes he's the cutest but I can't stop him from stirring with me and he goes completely bananas for my milk.' Ada said with a sigh. 'Mine were terrors for the tit. Both of them.' Polly suddenly said. She then looked up to Ada and Franny. 'You never knew my children did you?' She asked.

Franny shook her head while holding Karl.' I was a child meself then.' Ada said 'You never talk about them.' Ada continued. Looking at Polly who was looking at Franny and Karl. 'Never had reason to. My heart breaks even when I think about them.' Polly explained walking over to a chair and seating across from Franny and Karl. 'But today, I do have reason to.' Polly said

She was suddenly acting a little weird and awkward. Franny had never seen her this way but she felt bad for her. 'sit down Ada.' She told Ada. Who on her place sat down next to Franny and Karl. 'They were three and five years old. Sally was three. Michael was five. Well.. two weeks away from being six. It was Sunday morning.' Polly started explaining.

Franny took Karl up and sat up straight to listen to Polly's story. She had never talked about her children. Franny knew she had had children but she had learned to never ask what happened. 'While I was at church .You're not forgiven this pinch-faced bitch said to me. You're not forgiven ' Polly said trying to keep her tears in. 'You see, some sheets I washed and hung on the line had the name of a hotel on them. they'd been stolen in a robbery. And they said some porter at the hotel had been coshed. And the woman from around here told the police I had the sheets. Jealous, you see, of the new sheets. And when the police came, they found a spirit stillfor making a few drops of Gin.

And for that..' Polly started to crumble in her words. 'They took my children from me. And they never told me where they took them. And they did it cause they could. Because I was weak.' She explained. You could feel the hurt and betrayal in her voice. Franny couldn't help but she felt Ada grab her hand.

'But they'll never take your baby away from you Ada. Or John's children from you, or god bless you may have lots for yourself in the future Franciss.' Polly said tears running over her face. But she got her fighting spirit back. 'Do you know why?' she asked the both of them, but she didn't await an answer. 'Cause Tommy won't let them. Because Tommy won't let them walk all over us. Now it is Tommy that has brought strength and power to this family. Cause he knows...You have to be as bad as them above in order to survive.' Polly said .Ada wasn't looking at Polly. There were tears in her eyes to.

But from her perspective her older brother had locked away her husband. 'I'm telling you this because I want you to forgive him.' 'How can I?' Ada suddenly asked. 'When my Freddie is rotting in jail because of him. There is something about today that you need to know.' Polly then said looking at the both of them. Chills ran up Franny's spine. 'What is happening today?' She asked Polly. 'You hear about it in the meeting in a minute.' Polly said.

'But they're freeing Freddie from jail. The copper is leaving town.' Ada couldn't believe her ears. neither could Franny. Ada stood up and hugged Polly not saying anything. While Franny was holding Karl who was almost falling asleep. 'Give Karl back to Ada Franny.' Polly said and she stood up. 'the meeting is starting, Ada you will joining with Karl later.' Polly said picking up Karl and giving him to Ada.

Franny kissed Ada's head because she was so happy to finally see her again. The both of them left the room and walked into the betting shop. Franny was wearing a white blouse with a shawl, with an long wavy skirt beneath it. Her hair was down and in a long braid. as the both of them walked over towards the boys for the meeting. Franny joined John holding his arm. And Finn came standing with her holding her hand. 'Right. I've got you all here today, because this it he day that we replace Billy Kimber.' Thomas explained. Everyone looked up to Thomas.' This is the day we become respectable.' Arthur looked up at Thomas and Franny had eye contact with Esme who was frowning to her and Franny also raised her shoulders. 'The day we join the official National Association of race course bookmakers.' Thomas explained. 'But first.' 'there's always a first.' Franny whispered to John. Who tried to keep in his smile. 'But first we do the dirty work.' Thomas said.

'We've all known this days been coming. But I just haven't told anyone the date.' Thomas lit a cigarette and turned around looking at the huge chalk board. 'We're going to the Worcester races. The track opens at one. We'll get there at two.' Thomas explained. 'Now, Kimber thinks we're going there to help him to fight the Lee brothers. But thanks to the efforts of our Arthur and his lovely new wife Esme, the Lees are now our kin.' 'Wo it'll be us and the Lees against Kimber's boys. We take them out but leave the bookies. I expect a swift victory which will send a signal all the way to London, that we believe in letting legitimate businesses run peacefully.' Thomas said. 'And uh.. what about Kimber himself?' John then asked.

'I'll deal with Kimber.' Thomas said. 'Any other questions?' Thomas asked. Polly looked to Franny who nodded. 'Yes.' Franny said letting go of John and Finn.

she walked to the big green doors that lead towards the house of the Shelby family. 'Does anyone object if I bring a newcomer to the meeting?' Franny asked with a small smile. No one answered. 'No answer means a good answer.' she said softly as she opened the door 'Come on.' she said to the person behind the door.

'I'd like to introduce the newest member of the Shelby clan.' Franny said proudly when Ada stepped in with the baby on her arm. John face was stunned. Same as Arthur's and Esme just smiled really wide. Esme started to clap for Ada and the others followed in a second. Finn ran towards Ada to look at the baby. 'Welcome home, Ada.' Thomas said with a genuine glad tune in his voice. She nodded. 'We named him Karl. After Karl Marx.' Ada said with a smile Making everyone have a chuckle. 'Karl Bloody Marx.' Arthur said with a smirk while walking over to Ada.

'Let me get a look at him.' Arthur said. 'Oh here we go.' John said smirking. Franny walked over to John putting an arm around her and kissing her head. 'we're next.' he whispered. 'John.' Franny said looking up. 'Hey, look. He looks just like me.' Arthur said putting his hat on the baby. 'That's his arse that looks like you, Arthur.' John said jokingly. 'He's all right. He's a Shelby.' Arthur said. Everyone was looking at the baby. While Thomas looked at Ada and asked. 'Well Ada, Am I forgiven.' 'If what Aunt Polly says is true, you are.' Ada said. 'It's true.' Thomas nodded at her. She smiled and took Thomas into a big hug. 'Thank you Tommy.' She said to him. The boys were leaving for the Garrison for a beer before they would go away. Leaving all the woman at the house looking after the kids.

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[windlion]

Malevolent podcast screamalong, Part 4!

When last we left off, I felt like I was watching a talk show where they pulled out the paternity test in front of the audience and then the screaming started.

Just. maybe more Ai Ai Ftaghn screaming here than high-octave outrage

Maybe.

Oh hey we're still hand in unlovable hand in the hell vacation world. "We"

Deeply fraught conversation time! On the black shore of a lake lit by violet like an off-color sunset. Where's my fanart at. You can put John in the reflection of the water, even!

"You found humanity" "I found the absence of you"

"I've changed, baby, you've got to believe me"

backed up by a "LET HIM TRY" *applauds* All right, that's compelling!

"Only the blood is still wet" "NEVERMIND THEN I'll be going!" "Yes that's probably for the best"

Huh, I guess Goth!Shelob fits in here, her camo isn't that bad after all

Arthur was a boyscout!

Is that, perhaps, an eye in the sky. Many different eyes in the sky.

And more of the visual fucking with John's perception

"Two appear before me" *That* is interesting~

"Here take this King in Yellow's egg surely it wouldn't be a bad thing"

Would you consider NOT pissing off the Angry Ent?

Arthur buddy you do not know when to shut up

Oooh skittery legs- rest of the Goth Shelobs?

Oh not Shelobs, Nightstalkers, cool cool cool

"Only when I'm out of options, same as anyone else" XD XD XD

Ohhh hey it was a duet on the piano

Awwww co-dependency

OH OKAY that changed topics rapidly

Has anyone considered using the MacGuffin y'know instead?!

Ohhhhhh please please please don't Not A Fan Of This

NOPE NOPE NOPE

bonding through sharing a little self-mutilation What the Actuuuual Fuck

NOPE NOPE NOPE

"I am here"

Ohhhhh that's a nope nope nope nope nope

That definitely uh, puts a spin on what the fuck the trader did. It traded.

Time to shift realms!

And now you remember the MacGuffin!

Arthur are you now wondering if you're being narcissistic "Is it you or just more of . . . me"

Arthur all "This is just temporary we're still going to split eventually" and John all "Mrrrrrrrrr" Sorry, John, you've had longer to get attached.

Are y'all gonna jump down the chute/hole just because it's in front of you, again

"Wonderful, let's leave" I am with you on that one!

"You know we don't HAVE to kill everything" *side-eyes*

*eyebrow raised* Y'all can't get five minutes without drama

This is part of why I would appreciate time-skips, because it would give time for things to marinate so it feels more natural

Are you sure that's a person and not a scarecrow

Or a kite???

Your charisma score is abysmal isn't it

Arthur my dude you are DEEPLY emotionally unbalanced

I like these guys, lichs are a lot less perturbing than anything else we've hit

Black Goat's minions are more polite than most

Okay Arthur made one charisma save, amazing!

"Are you ready?" "Unrelentingly" *SNORT*

Ahh plot threads at last

"You still need mortal things, right. Right?" ". . . Maybe"

I love that it's unsure if Arthur is just being a stubborn driven little shit or if he might actually be sliding even more sideways from human

And break before episode 15, because I should actually accomplish things today in addition to backseat driving this man's eldritch trashfire romance.

#Wind is a ridiculous creature #Malevolent podcast #eps 13-14 #so the NOPE was one of my personal Worst Squicks so . . . auuuuugh #that was a bit more than I was expecting #screamalong

[little-corritrice]

George ~ Christmas Eve (Part 2)

The door burst open and George rushed in, crouching beside me when he found me. "Hey, hey. It's okay." He said, but I shook my head. "No, it's not! It's not okay, George! I have been feeling like crap this entire time! Your siblings make it very hard to enjoy my time here! If it's not getting cold water dumped on me, it's getting new scars and bruises!" I yelled, standing up. The commotion caused everyone to run over. "You don't understand how hard it is for me to stand here, enduring all these pranks, all the staring and whispering! I don't say anything in fear that you guys will look down on me more, or hate me more! I get it! You guys don't like that I'm a Malfoy! You think I'm going to make fun of your family, or-" I broke, sobbing between words. "Or bash you guys down for how you live, but I don't! I am nothing like them, and I don't understand why you guys can't see that!" I yelled, looking down.

No one said anything, and I sobbed. "I can't keep doing this." I whispered before running out, pushing past the entire Weasley family gathered in the hall. I ran out of the house, going towards the big tree they had a bit from the property. I fell down on my knees, sobbing as I finally let everything out. I dreaded going back there in fear they thought I was just over-reacting. A hand on my shoulder made me turn around, and Fred was crouching down, giving me a small smile. I looked away, waiting for one of his pranks. However, he pulled me into his arms, sighing after. "y/n, I'm sorry. I don't hate you, or anything. I just-" He said, but I cut him off. "Thought I was going to be like Draco." I finished for him. He nodded, patting my back. "The Malfoy's have always looked down on us. I guess I was just clouded with the hatred for your parents that I never really saw the true you." He explained, holding me still.

I just sat there, sobbing more. "I didn't do anything to you guys. I just wanted all of you to see that I was nothing like them, but instead you guys try driving me away." I sobbed again. Fred held me tighter, shaking his head. "I know. I'm so sorry, y/n." He said, and I just cried in his arms. "I promise, we see the real you. We see you're not like them." He said, and pulled away. He rubbed my shoulders, wiping my tears with his sleeve. "Let's go back." He said, helping me up. He walked back with me, and we entered the kitchen. Molly and Arthur were sitting there, along with Ginny and Ron. Fred nodded at me, and went away. Molly stood up, walking over. "I am so sorry, dear. We should have never judged you before we knew you." She said, holding my hands. "It's okay." I said, looking down. She pulled me into a hug, and I held her just as tight.

After everyone apologized, I walked back up to the room, seeing George sitting on the bed, holding a sweater. I walked over, sitting on the bed. "Are...are you going to leave me?" He asked sadly. I instantly shook my head, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh, George. I could never leave you. I love you so much. Why would you think that?" I said, rubbing his head. "Y-you sounded so hurt, and in pain, and...and then you said you couldn't do this." He said, covering his face. I stood up, going between his legs and grabbing his hands. I moved them from his face, cupping his face with my hands afterwards. "George, I didn't mean us. I meant everything that was going on with your siblings. They apologized, and we will move on from this." I whispered, kissing all around his face till he broke out in a smile. "There it is." I said, chuckling. He looked up at me, sighing softly. "I love you, okay? No matter what." I said, kissing his forehead. "I love you too." He said, and pulled me into a hug. "Now, let's go bake some cookies." He said, making me smile.