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Masterlist

Helloooo! I'm Eraena, a college student who loves to write! Here's the masterlist of my works! (Aemond Targaryen, Feyd Rautha, Rafe Cameron, and Aegon Targaryen)

Related Blogs: @romanteacism - All things Aemond Targaryen @rafeacs - All things Rafe Cameron

Cheat Sheet:

🏙️ - Modern AU

🐉 - Fire and Blood AU

🏛️ - Greek Mythology AU

🤍 - Personal Fave

👑 - Popular

U.N.I. Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: Where one of the sons of your mother’s estranged best friend attends the same university as you, and did I mention you were the reason why he lost his eye?

From The Underworld and Beneath Aemond Targaryen x Reader 🏛️ 🤍 Synopsis: You, the Goddess of Spring, were captured by the King of the Underworld, who was intent on keeping you there.

My Knight in Darkened Armor Knight Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Ser Aemond Targaryen has been tasked to be the sworn protector of a princess who is overly curious about life beyond the castle walls and has bribed him to escort her to the city in exchange for anything he desires. She just did not know that what he desired was her.

A Bastard's Bride, A Dragon's Desire Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: They have betrothed you to Jacaerys as a way of securing a line to the throne if they fail in usurping your half-sister’s crown. Your older brother Aemond was livid at the decision.

Flipped Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ 🤍 Synopsis: You had been infatuated with Aemond since you two were children. You could not remember a day when you did not feel anything but adoration for him— not until recently. When something in you turned indifferent, it did not go unnoticed by Aemond, who had never been a fan of change.

Stereotypical Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite 🏛️ Synopsis: The daughter of Aphrodite falls for one of the sons of Ares— the second coming of their parents.

One More Night Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: You were quick to leave after a one night stand, leaving Aemond dissatisfied, for he wanted so much more. When he found you again, he was sure to never let you go.

The Prince and the Poet Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 Synopsis: It is established that Prince Aemond hates poems and sonnets; it was just a pity that you adored them.

Jealousy, Jealousy Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite 🏛️ Synopsis: It’s frustratingly hard to keep admirers and doubts away when you and your partner are the most attractive and powerful Demi-Gods in camp.

Most Ardently Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 Synopsis: Prince Aemond Targaryen had accompanied his younger brother to Highgarden in hopes of securing Daeron a wife— he did not expect he would want to secure a wife for himself as well.

The Prince's Prize Aemond Targaryen X Riverlady Reader 🐉 Synopsis: After his victories in the Riverlands, Prince Aemond Targaryen sought for a trophy— his spoils of war. He sought for you, the daughter of the lord who hosted him whilst he wagged his war.

But Daddy, I Love Him Aemond Targaryen X Niece Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: When the favored daughter of Daemon Targaryen falls for the favored son of Alicent Hightower, the Rogue Prince does everything he can to ensure that a union between the two of you will never happen.

Gold Rush Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Everybody wants you, and I don’t like a gold rush.

Desperate Requirement Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: It’s hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.

Mine Aemond Targaryen x Wife Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: You are the best thing that has ever been Aemond’s, which is why you cannot really blame him for being so possessive and cautious not to lose you.

Loathe to Love Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Seeking forgiveness is not a thing Aemond bothers himself with, but that quickly changes when he deeply offended you.

King of My Heart King Aemond Targaryen x Queen Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: Marriage, miscarriage, and the monarchy… how would you and your husband fare to them all?

Bound By Blood Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: They can no longer hinder Aemond from taking whatever he wants, and you are the only one he desperately wants.

Tea Party Aemond Targaryen x Stark Reader 🌃 Synopsis: Aemond convinces you to let Helaena join your group’s exclusive tea party, using any means necessary just for you to agree.

Please Please Please Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🌃Synopsis: Heartbreak is one thing; my ego’s another. I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker.

Unexpected Affections Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: With just a smile, you had managed to bewitch and enthrall the stoic and cold prince.

Blessed Curse Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: When a marriage between you and Aemond was arranged and forced by your grandsire, conflicting emotions arise, but which one will loom greater? Loathing or Love?

Parting Gift Aemond Targaryen X Reader x Aegon Targaryen 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aegon asks for a parting gift from his younger brother and his beloved wife: One night with you in exchange for the throne.

Silent Passions Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: You and Aemond had been promised to one another before you were even born. And when the time came for you to meet, all were curious to see what was to come when soon to be spouses only shared one thing in common: your want of silence.

Virginal Whore Aemond Targaryen X Celtigar Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: Prince Aemond sets out to find a whore to warm his bed; he finds a virgin instead.

Worth The Price Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aemond does everything to prove that he is worthy of you— even if it means that he would be a kinslayer twice.

Twin Flame Aemond Targaryen X Twin Reader 🐉 Synopsis: Anywhere that you are, that I’d be. Following Aemond to the Riverlands against your better judgment and sensibilities because you knew all too well you could never be apart from your twin.

Prince's Whore Aemond Targaryen X Celtigar Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: What proceeded as Prince Aemond had made you his whore.

Chosen Whore Aemond Targaryen X Celtigar Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: Whore or More?

Impatient and Desperate Aemond Targaryen X Clingy Lannister Reader 🐉 🤍 Synopsis: How you and your husband fare at court when both of you were constantly impatient and desperate for one another.

Need Aemond Targaryen x Niece Reader 🐉 Synopsis: For years, you and Aemond had a rather complicated relationship. But during your brother's trial and stay in the capitol, you both finally confess that you needed each other desperately.

Neglected Promises Aemond Targaryen X Clingy Lannister Reader 🐉 Synopsis: It would seem that after three years of marriage, Aemond had begun to neglect his wife and the promises he told her.

Yielded Devotion Aemond Targaryen X Clingy Lannister Reader 🐉 Synopsis: King Aemond Targaryen would rather forsake the crown, court, and his dragon rather than face the anger and contempt of his beloved queen. But when her craving for his love and attention turns unpredictable, he finds himself tested in more ways than one.

Satisfied Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 Synopsis: Your brother had left you unsatisfied. When you tried to find satisfaction in your new knight, Aemond was quick to finally see your satisfaction through.

Damned Desires Aemond Targaryen x Sister Reader 🐉 Synopsis: As the war had ended, Aemond made certain that his damned desires for his sister should never once again be denied.

Just Like Heaven Aemond Targaryen x Lady Reader 🐉 Synopsis: In his last moments, the only thing Aemond could think of was you— the only one he believed to feel just like heaven.

Birthday Present Feyd-Rautha x Lady Reader 🤍 👑 Synopsis: During a state visit, you, a daughter of one of the great houses, have captured the attention and fatal attraction of the Na-Baron and were quickly turned into his promised wife.

Bittersweet Feyd-Rautha x Lady Reader 👑 Synopsis: As the Na-Baron's proposed bride, you were simply too sweet for him and his bitter being. You were too innocent and pure to be tainted by the blood-stained hands of the Harkonnen heir.

Casual Rafe Cameron x Reader Synopsis: You would settle for causality as long as you had Rafe by your side.

Still Casual? Rafe Cameron x Reader Synopsis: You promised yourself that you’re never going to settle for casual ever again— promised yourself you would never be another casualty of Rafe Cameron.

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) Rafe Cameron x Reader 👑 Synopsis: Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

Imgonnagetyouback Rafe Cameron x Reader 🤍👑 Synopsis: The plan is clear. Get Rafe back after your breakup.

So High School Rafe Cameron x Reader 🤍 Synopsis: He knows how to ball, you know Aristotle

Please, Please, Please (Rafe's Edition) Rafe Cameron x Reader 👑 Synopsis: Being with Rafe, a notorious hotheaded drug dealer, you knew others would question your relationship— especially your parents, who had never been fond of him. But when his habits had been too much to handle, you knew that you would prefer heartbreak to a broken ego.

Trouble Maker, Stress Reliever Aegon Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: You’re a prefect tasked with taming Aegon’s unruly behavior. Strained by your task, he offers you a way to relieve the stress he caused.

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i-cant-sing · 1 year ago

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TIME TRAVELER AU PT 2

Original post/idea here. Part 1 is here. Part 3 is here.

Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

I fucked up.

You thought as you sat on the bed, holding your head in your hands.

I fucked up so baaaaaad.

Not only have you healed Baldwin of his leprosy, forever changing history of the LEPER KING, but also managed to somehow be his bride. To make matters EVEN worse, you cant just up and leave right now because you dont know the disastrous effects it'll have on the future now that Baldwin wont die of leprosy, which means that the kingdom of Jerusalem wont fall to Salauddin and his muslim army and after that its just a domino effect.

You tried to view your options here.

I stay here, marry Baldwin and fuck up the fabric of time and space because how can someone from the future marry someone from the past? Wouldnt I cease to exist?

I leave, return to my time where authorities arrest me for fucking around with time- that is, if I even exist in the future now that I've altered history. Who knows if my ancestors survived/were born after this?

No. Neither option is good. I need to stay here and fix this. But in a way that i dont draw too much attention to myself so that im so insignificant that nobody remembers, let alone writes about me in the history books.

You were drawn out of your thoughts with someone knocking on your door. "Come in." You said, straightening yourself.

A couple of servants walked in, all women. "Princess Y/n." They all courtesied. "We've been sent here by his majesty to prepare you for dinner with him."

Princess? Ah yes. Only a couple of hours ago, Baldwin had proposed to you, I guess the concept of asking wasnt a thing here as he just slipped on the big beautiful ring on your finger.

You narrowed your eyes at them. "First of all, Im not a princess. You will address me as Y/n only. And secondly, Im not going to join him for dinner, so there's no need to prepare me" The maids all shared a look of confusion before the head servant spoke.

"But we cant address you as anything else until you wed the king, after which you will be our queen, princess."

"Didnt I just tell you not to call me princess? Just call me Y/n!" The head maid shook her head. "Princess, we can not do that. If we do, then we would be punished. And we must prepare you for dinner with his majesty!" The maids moved ahead to start helping you but you raised a hand, halting them.

"I said, no." You said sternly.

"What... what will we tell the king, princess? He's expecting you-"

"Tell him i cant come because Im sic- no, Im not feeling well and Id like to be alone." You cant say "sick" in this era, because that means "death sentence" here and you dont want to be fretted over and bring attention to yourself as "the king's fiancee got SICK!". Besides, you do need to be away from Baldwin as much as possible and have some time to plot your moves.

You had pulled out your notebook and began writing out dates and historic events of this era to plan your escape. You're trying to find some sort of shortcut where Baldwin gets sick again and dies, leaving his kingdom in the hands of his sister and brother in law, who will bring its downfall-

Someone knocked on your door gently. "Princess?" You quickly hid your notebook. "Come in."

Baldwin walked inside and towards you, eyes worried as they scanned you up and down.

"I heard you're not feeling well?" He asked and before you had a chance to back away, he had cupped your cheeks in his hands tenderly. "What's wrong? Shall I fetch the royal physician?"

"No." You replied with your face smushed in his hands. "I'm fine." You pulled your face away his large hands.

Confusion spread through his blue orbs. "Then why did you not join me for dinner?" He asked, using a hand to push your hair over your ear, not taking the hint that you didn't want him touching you.

"I just-" what possible excuse could you come up with that would be both effective and not insulting enough to have your head chopped off. "you- you dont care about me."

Baldwin looked at you in bewilderment. "I dont... care about you? Princess, how can you say that?" He tried to cup your cheek again but you backed away before he could, putting on a face of hurt.

"How can I not? You dont care about what I want, or even ask me what I need?" You feingned pain in your voice, turning away from him for dramatic effect.

He grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards him, his pupils grew wide as if trying to search for what it is that you need. "My love, what do you want? Just say the word, and I'll give it to you."

You looked down, again for the theatrics, and Baldwin lifted your chin. "Go on."

"You never- never asked me to marry you."

"Huh? But I did today-"

"No, you stated it- demanded I marry you." You furrowed your brows and looked down again.

Baldwin smiled. Of course, how could he have not asked you? You were a girl after all, you want to be courted the traditional way. Its not your fault that you dont know that kings do not ask permission for things. They just get it, because who would refuse to marry a king?

He kissed your forehead, lifting your chin again to meet his eyes. "Im sorry, princess. I shouldve asked." He took your hands in his and had that charming smile again. "Will you marry me, Y/n?"

"No." You shook your head. "I... I cant marry you, your majesty." You said, adding tears into your eyes. His brows furrowed in concern.

"What? Why?" You tried pulling your hands away but he didnt let go, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

"I-" well, you could say that youre not catholic and the church would never let you two get married, but you also dont wanna be tortured for being a "heretic". Maybe religious differences could be the last plan. Taking your silence as hesitance, Baldwin spoke. "I can offer you everything and more. Jerusalem would be yours. What is it that I lack that anyone else could offer?"

"I am not a good match for you!" Ah yes, lets do the typical "its not you, its me." You bit your lip as you yanked your hands out of his and walked towards the window, your back to him (theatrics). "You and I are not equals- no we are nowhere close! Youre a king, your father was a king, your family is royalty. I come from nothing, as did my ancestors. There will never be stability in our marriage when we come from such different backgrounds!" You never thought that you would be putting yourself down and call yourself "inferior" to break up with a man.

Silence hung in the air, as you held your breath.

"Youre right." You heard him say behind you. "We are not equals, we never will be." For some reason, instead of being relieved, a chill ran down your spine. Baldwin wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. "I may be a king, but youre far superior to me. You're an angel, sent to me by God, and you saved me. I wouldnt be king anymore if you werent here, princess."

Warmth spread from your cheeks to the tip of your ears, both due to the close proximity and his words. Sensing your bashfulness, he chuckled, kissing your cheek as he turned you around to face him. You could hear your own heart beat at how close he was.

Baldwin tilted his head, half lidded eyes staring at you. "Youre everything and more that I could ask for, princess. Never put yourself down and compare yourself to me, hm?" He said, giving your arms a gentle squeeze before moving away, but not detaching himself completely as he took ahold of your hand and looked back at you.

"Now that this is settled, let us go eat. I've had the servants prepare a feast for us and then we can discuss wedding arrangements-" shit shit shit shit shit fuck it!

"I'm not catholic!" Baldwin halted at that. You've already said it, might as well dig yourself a deeper hole. You let the tears form in your eyes. "Im... Muslim. I didnt tell you because I didnt want you to think I was working for Salauddin and spying on you for him, you know I wasnt! I really did only want to know about you. Please believe me, I wasnt-"

"I believe you."

What? Just like that.

"You- you believe me?" You breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. Once again, Im sorry i didnt tell you I was a Muslim, but dont worry, I'll pack my things and leave tonight-"

"Why? We still have to get married."

You blinked slowly. "But... Im Muslim?"

Baldwin shrugged. "So? It doesnt change anything."

You looked at him in bafflement. "It does! It changes everything! We cant get married! Im a Muslim! The church wont allow interfaith marriages, and I dont intend on converting to catholicism either if thats what youre suggesting!"

"I am not suggesting that. You can be a muslim if you want to, but we're still getting married." Baldwin stated matter of factly.

"The church wont allow it-"

"The church will do as I say. I am the head of the church. Besides-" He smiled.

"I dont remember angels having to prove themselves to be a catholic. You saved my life, you cured my incurable disease. As far as the church is concerned, youre a miracle sent to me by God. Youre the Chosen One!"

Is he... is he hearing himself? Can you try to convince him?

"But... but Jerusalem deserves a Catholic Queen-" you tried weakly, but he cupped your cheek and smiled gently at you.

"I am Jerusalem, Y/n. And I deserve you." Was all he said before pecking your forehead.

He tugged you along with him. "Now, we have to eat."

You dont want to eat. You want to stay behind and think of another strategy because clearly you cant talk yourself out of this wedding.

"I'm- I'm not hungry." You said, making him frown.

"How is that possible? You havent had anything since morning. I dont want you getting sick before the wedding." Baldwin continued to pull you along.

Does he not listen?

"I dont want to eat- I- dont feel like it." You said a bit harshly this time, hoping he'd take the hint.

And he did, finally stopping. He sighed and let go of your hand. "Okay. I suppose if you really dont want to, we can skip dinner tonight." Fucking finally. "Its just... I seem to have developed a habit of enjoying meals with you. And now that my leprosy is cured and I have no more diet restrictions, I just- I had the kitchen prepare some of my favourite dishes that I was able to enjoy before my disease disabled me."

You stared at him. Is he- is he trying to guilt trip you? Baldwin once told you that due to leprosy he had ulcers in his mouth, and he couldnt eat different types of food, and was only able to have bland, soft goo.

You looked away from his big sad eyes. He's not getting to you. You need to go back to your room, make yourself scarce, be far away from him as often as possible.

"You can still go and eat dinner alone."

With one hand, he cupped your cheek. "Princess, you know I cant eat until you eat too. But its okay, if you dont want to eat, then I wont too. I guess I'll just have the servants finish the chicken roast and oh-! They even made strawberry cream cake for dessert. But- maybe another day."

You looked into his eyes, those blue orbs that were filled with sadness, resembling a kid who was just told "no candy!"

Sighing, you held his hand. "Maybe I can have a few bites."

His face lit up. Ah, he knew you'd come around. "Lets go!"

The next day, youre helped by the maids to get ready for the day. Apparently, Sibylla wanted to meet you and discuss some things, and you suspect she wants to talk about the wedding preprations.

The maids had prepared your bath and were very insistent on washing you themselves but you made them all leave the bath chambers. Finally, they compromised when you told them that they could dress you up if they wait outside.

Setting your old clothes on the bed, you entered the bathroom and settled into the warm water. The essential oils and flower petals soothed your mind and body, and you finally had some desperately needed silence to hear your own thoughts.

Last night at dinner, Baldwin was very- well, "happy" would be an understatement to how he felt near you. And all those forehead kisses and skin contact doesnt go unnoticed by you either. You suppose that since he had leprosy, he never really had or was allowed to touch anyone else. But now that hes cured, all thanks to your dumb ass, he craves the physical intimacy.

You closed your eyes as you sank deeper into the warm water. Gosh, did I really have to give him the water? Had I not done that, he would still be ridden with lepro-

Your eyes snapped open. Thats it. You just have to make sure he never drank your water in the first place! Yes! You can go back in time and sure, its always dangerous to go back in the same time period more than once, but you really dont have any other option now, do you?

After half an hour, you finally exited the bathroom and the maids practically ushered you to sit in the chair as they finally, FINALLY got to dress up the future queen of Jerusalem and after a whole hour, they're finally done. And... well you look good. Your hair has been done nicely, and a delicate golden headpiece, almost like a elegant hair band sits on top of your head. They added some color to your cheeks and lips with crushed berries. As for your clothes, they dressed you in a dark blue tunic with loose, flowing sleeves. The tunic itself was made of silk, probably brought in from the Byzantine empire and was only available to the upperclass of this time.

"I am not wearing those!" You said when they opened the jewellery boxes. There were diamonds and other precious stones adorning the earrings and necklaces.

"But princess, you must wear these. It is royal protocol for the king's bride to be, and the future queen to wear the royal jewels." The head maid said. She doesnt know that you dont plan on sticking around and if you leave wearing these jewels, who knows what havoc would that cause?

"No. I dont want to wear them."

The maids shared a look of concern. "What?" You asked them.

"Its just... his majesty picked these out for you himself. He would be mad at us if you were not wearing these." One of the younger servants spoke as she fumbled with her fingers. Through the mirror, you looked at everyone's worried expression. You doubt that someone as calm and collected as Baldwin would lose his marbles over his fiancee not wearing jewellery.

"I dont think the king would be mad at you if I dont wear some jewellery. He isnt one to get angry that easily, you know?" You said chuckling, but it died when you saw them share the same concerned looks again. This time, you turned away from the mirror to look at them directly. "What? Go on, no secrets."

Another maid mustered up the courage to mumble. "Well- it's just- the king- I mean- his majesty is calm but um-" she paused to look at the other maids for help but they all avoided eye contact. "Out with it." You said a bit sternly.

"His majesty... gets... emotional- yes, emotional! When it comes to matters concerning you."

"Emotional? What do you mean? Speak clearly, no word will get out of this room, I promise." You spoke all while glaring at the other maids to make them silently comply to not tattle on their friend.

The maid bit her lip. "His majesty... gets mad when he thinks that you're not being treated well." You gave her a look to continue. "A few weeks back, while you were strolling out in the garden, his majesty reprimanded some of his knights for not escorting you. He asked them why they weren't guarding you?"

A few weeks back? It may have made some sense for Baldwin to be protective of his bride to be, but you two weren't engaged until yesterday. And before that, his relationship with you was barely platonic, more like a king-servant thing.

"Tell her about the kitchen incident too." Another maid whispered.

"What kitchen incident?"

"Um, 2 months ago, when the kitchen had prepared a feast for his majesty, he almost fired the entire kitchen staff for serving olives with the entree." You gave them a quizzical look. "Well, his majesty had told them that you can't eat olives and had told them not to include it in the palace's food. But it was a feast to celebrate his victory and the staff thought it'd be best to add olives because the king likes them."

Your eyes widened at that. He almost fired the kitchen staff because you said you can't eat olives? I mean, it's not like you're deathly allergic, you just didn't like how tart they were and when Baldwin saw you picking them out on your plate, all you could manage to blurt out was that you can't eat them. Perhaps, he thought you had diet restrictions like him.

You huffed. That still didnt warrant such a reaction from him. "That isn't nice. Don't worry, I'll talk to him."

The maid looked at you in horror. "No! I mean, his majesty would not like that we- um..." she tried to come up with appropriate words that wouldn't be insulting. Her scrunched up face as she thought hard made you giggle.

"Fine, fine. I won't say anything to him. You have my word." You said, smiling at them assuringly.

The head maid then held out the pearl necklace to you. You sighed and nodded, and they all cheered as they started picking out the jewels for you.

Its okay. You told yourself. I can always drop them somewhere before time travelling.

As soon as you were dressed, one of Sibylla's lady-in-waiting came to fetch you. She hurried you, saying something along the lines of "you must see princess Sibylla right away!" And you couldn't stop her from pulling you along, so time travelling will have to wait.

"Princess Sibylla needs to see you right away, princess!" The maid said as she pulled you towards a room. Knocking on it, the door swung open and you were met with the sight of different gowns hanging on dummies with maids tending to them, and right in the center of the room was Sibylla, practically jumping on her heels.

"Y/n!" She yelled out as she ran towards you and engulfed you in a hug before her lady in waiting, the same one standing beside you, cleared her throat. It caught Sibylla's attention who gasped softly before backing away and immeadiately giving you a courtesy. "I mean, princess Y/n." You gave a nasty look to the lady in waiting before shaking your head at an embarrassed Sibylla. "You don't need to courtesy to me, princess Sibylla."

She immeadiately beamed. "Of course I do! You're not going to be just my sister in law, you're also going to be Queen of Jerusalem! Of course i bow to you."

Me, a queen? Yeah, we'll see about that.

"Still, I consider us friends before anything else." You offerer her a small smile. "You called for me?"

"Oh? Oh, yes!" She immeadiately grabbed your hand and pulled you further into the room. "I didn't know what colours and material you preferred, so I ordered them to bring everything with the best seamstresses in kingdom!" She pointed at the seamstresses, who bowed to you.

"But... I don't need clothes. I already have a wardrobe." Your statement made Sibylla laugh as did a few of her hand maidens.

"Ahh, you're so naive!" Sibylla giggled. "That wardrobe doesn't exist anymore. You're a princess, soon to be queen, you need a royal wardrobe!" She said as she dragged her hand over one of the gowns, feeling the material. "And! You still have to select your bridal gown!"

For the next 3 hours, Sibylla had the maids show you different gowns and materials, even helping by giving her input as to what would suit you.

"I still like my old clothes, they're quite comfortable." You sighed. Designing your new wardrobe was not something that needed your urgent attention at the moment. You need to return to your room and get the time machine from your old dress and leave this era.

Sibylla nods. "I understand what you're going through. I still remember how they burned away my entire wardrobe when I married Guy. But I suppose its poetic in a way. Since you're starting a new life, so why not start one by getting new clothes!"

Wait.

"They burnt all your old clothes?" Sibylla nods. "Mmhmm! In a way, you're burning away your past! And starting a new-" You didn't stick around as you immeadiately rushed out of the room and made your way towards your own.

You can't- your old clothes has your time machine. If they burn it, you can't ever leave!

You burst into your room, looking at the empty spot on your bed where you'd left your clothes before going in the bath.

"No." The maids, they must've put it in your closet. You searched it, searched your entire room but to no avail.

A maid walked into your room, watching you tear apart the bedroom. "P-princess? May I help-"

"Where are my clothes?!" You walked upto her, the poor maid's fright apparently on her face. "WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!?"

"They- they're burning it-"

"WHERE?!"

"The gardens!"

You ran out of your room, and made your way towards the royal gardens as fast as you could, but with how huge this palace was, getting there took a while. Not to mention when you did get to the gardens, you didn't spot anyone there, but you did notice the smell of something burning, which lead you to the back of the gardens, that was away from everyone's sight.

There you found them, two maids burning your clothes in a small bonfire.

"PUT IT OUT!" You yelled as you rushed towards them, startling them.

"Princess-" they began bowing.

"Didn't you hear me? PUT THE FIRE OUT!" They scrambled about trying to find some water, but of course, they didn't have it.

"I'll get it from the fountain!" The two maids ran to get a bucket of water for you, but it would be too late by the time they came. So when you spotted your old dress burning, you pulled it out with bare hands, not caring about burning yourself.

The dress was mostly burnt to ashes, while only few bits remained that were still on fire. You managed to wrangle out your time machine out of it, the small metal box that was burning hot and left marks on your skin as you tried to hold it.

But even from here, you could see the damage was done. The area that displayed the year had now completely melted off, as did some of the buttons.

No. No. No. No. No. NO!

You couldn't help but cry as reality began to set in. You're stuck here.... you're stuck here forever.

Heart wrenching sobs wracked your body as you tried to hold the hot metal machine in your hands, your skin burning as you tried. Even when the servants came and poured the water on the fire, you still kept on crying, clutching your machine to your chest, partly to conceal it, partly from helplessness.

The maids looked at each in worry as they tried to console you, tried to pacify you, lest you had them executed. But it didn't matter, you were inconsolable. While one of the maids sat by your side, trying to soothe you, the other one ran in to get help.

Moments later, when you were able to hide the machine in your clothes again, someone came up and touched your shoulder from behind.

"Y/n?" You looked up through your tears. It was Baldwin. For some reason, seeing him only made you cry harder as you finally realised that you were stuck here with him. That you fucked up permanently.

"Oh princess. What's wrong? Don't cry- shhh, I'm here." He pulled your body towards him, letting you sob into his chest heartbreakingly. Exhaustion, frustration and shock must have overtook your body, as you fainted in his arms.

"Princess? Y/n?" He tried waking you up before collecting you in his arms and rushing back into the castle.

Hours later, you woke up to find yourself back in your room, lying in your bed. Your eyes looked down at your hands which were now wrapped in bandages. They only served as a reminder of what youd lost- your time machine.

Tears welled up in your eyes again. Am I- am I really stuck here? You sniffled.

A hand came up to caress your cheek, startling you.

It was Baldwin. "Princess? Do you want to tell me what happened?" His soft tone made you even more sad, and you raised your bandaged hands to wipe your tears, but he caught your wrists and lowered them back gently, using his own hands to wipe away the tears.

"No, you cant use your hands for sometime. The burns need to heal." His hand remained on your cheek, thumb caressing the area under your eye. "What happened, Y/n? Why were you so upset?"

You cant avoid the topic for long, and now that your way of escape is gone, you need to be careful of what you say and how you act around the king.

You let out a shaky breath. "They... they burned my clothes."

"Mmhm. Dont worry, I will have them bring in the fanciest clothes for you. Sibylla will make sure of it. Only the best for my princess." You shook your head. "Its not- its not that... They were my clothes... they burned away-"

"I know... but its a tradition. The maids burn away the bride-to-be's old clothes to signify that youre detaching yourself from the past and starting a new life." He explained, watching as you sniffled. Clearly, you were still upset over this.

"But the maids, they still should've informed you of this tradition before doing anything. I know how emotional of a transition this could be for girls." You nodded sadly, heart still sinking at the loss of your machine. "Dont worry though, they will be punished harshly for it. I have them in the dungeons tonight, and tomorrow-"

"What? Punished? No!" You cut him off. You dont want anyone to die because of you, especially when you dont know if anyone these people could potentially be an ancestor of yours.

"But they caused you harm. You burned yourself due to their-"

"No, no. Please, don't punish anyone- I- it was my fault for not knowing about royal traditions! Please, your Majesty, I beg you- don't do this- i- i-" You pleaded.

"Shhh, okay. Okay. I won't punish them for it." He patted your hair. "On one condition."

You looked at him in confusion.

"You call me Baldwin from now on." He grinned. "We are to be husband and wife soon, I don't want us to use royal titles with each other."

Your eyes widened. Is he- is he really giving up titles? You're not that blind to see his attempts at intimacy, but what you don't understand is why or even how you came to be on the receiving end of it.

What exactly is it about you that has made him want to marry you? Surely, Baldwin would've preferred to marry someone of this era, someone who is more compatible with him. Despite you trying to blend in the past months, you allowed Baldwin to see how you're not... as Conservative as most people of this time period are. One could say that he may be impressed by how intelligent you are than others, but it also brings up the factor of being "threatened" or "insulted" by the same intelligence.

Even though you consider beauty to be a "subjective" thing, the whole "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", you're not blind to how attractive others are. So why not them?

Did he only like you because you're intriguing? Does he still think you're a spy? Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer?

Probably. Or maybe he really does believe all that mumbo jumbo about you being "an angel sent to save him."

"As you wish... Baldwin."

Last night, after Baldwin had left you to rest, you stayed up and tried to figure out if you can fix your time machine, and if not, then can you built another one?

Fucking hell. You closed your eyes. I made it once, I can build it again. But it's easier said than done.

Back in the present, you had the technology to build it. Now? You have to first make the technology and the tools from scratch before you could even get on making your time machine, all while keeping your science project discrete, which was easier before because you weren't going to be married to a fucking King!

Right now, you're sitting in Baldwin's private dining room (yes, there are more than one dining room. He's royalty, what did you expect) having breakfast- well, being fed breakfast.

"You really don't need to do this." You said as Baldwin fed you another spoonful. He smiled as he wiped your lips with a napkin. "I don't need to, I want to. Besides, I don't want my princess starving."

Involuntary, your face flushed. "I- the maids could've fed me. And im not a princess." He frowned slightly. "Why would you- open wide, princess- why would you want the maids to feed you when you have me?" He pushed the spoon to your face as you parted your lips, but then he pulled it away and brought his face close to yours. "Do I make you nervous?"

You backed away immediately. "I- no- I mean-"

He burst out laughing. "I'm- I'm sorry princess, but you are just too endearing!" Baldwin chuckled as he grabbed the spoon again and fed you.

Your cheeks reddened, this time more out anger than embarrassment. "I don't want to eat anymore." You muttered, turning your face away.

He smiled as he brought the spoon to your lips again. "Ah ah, but you still haven't had enough." However, you rejected again, looking away instead of replying.

He sighed, placing the spoon back on the plate. "I'm sorry, princess. I shouldn't have laughed at you."

"You shouldn't have." You mumbled, face still turned away from him.

His lips quirked up a bit. "You know, for someone who insists that she's not a princess-" He turned your face to him gently. "- you sure have all the blandishment of one."

"Blandishment?"

"Flattering actions of a princess." He nodded.

You frowned. "Are you calling me a spoiled princess? A brat?"

"I would never!" Baldwin gasped. "I enjoy you acting like royalty, demanding respect and attention. You deserve it and more. Besides-" He picked up some food on the spoon again and brought it to your lips. "Even if if you were a spoiled, bratty princess, I wouldn't mind. I would enjoy spoiling you, hm?" He nudged the spoon to your lips softly.

You parted your lips, making him smile. It really is hard to stay mad at him when he looks at you with his baby blue eyes. They just- they draw you in.

"Also, before I forget, I will be leaving the castle today to meet Salauddin. So you can either hand out with Sibylla, who still wants to help you design your wedding gown, or your can-"

Salauddin? "Why are you meeting Salauddin? Isn't he your enemy?"

He chuckled. "Only on the battlefield. He and I have developed a friendship, or a mutual respect over the years. As to why I'm going to meet him, is... well, you."

"Me?" He nodded. "Since you told me that you're a Muslim, I thought that we could perhaps have a discreet Islamic wedding- what is it called? Nikkah? So, I could go and learn more about it from Salauddin."

You opened your mouth to protest. You don't need to be part of history as the "king of Jerusalem's Muslim wife" or "the Muslim-Christian wedding that took place during the Crusades", even if it might make the world more progressive.

But then, you didn't protest. "Can I come?"

Baldwin raised a brow at you. "You want to meet Salauddin?" You shook you're head. "Well, no, not really. I mean, I don't mind meeting him, but I just want to get out of the castle for a bit. It's been months since i left this place, I just want to get some fresh air." This could be the perfect opportunity for you, because if memory serves you right, Muslims of this era had made significant advances in science. Maybe you can use their help to get some tools to make the time machine again.

Baldwin looked unsure. "I don't know if it would be safe for you-" you held his hand with your bandaged ones. "Please, Baldwin? Can't you take me with you? And wouldn't I be the most safe when I'm with you?" Ah yes, stroke the male ego.

Finally, he smiled.

"Alright. I supposed it would be fine, after all, you should see the kingdom you're going to be the queen of."

Thoughts? (Also, I need to go shower rn, so I'll put the read more later. Doing so much effort for u guys, my spoiled greedy children)

Part 3 is here.

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The Baronet Seeks A Wife Chapter Three

A Crimson Peak Multi-Part Fanfiction.

Thomas Sharpe x fem! Reader Arranged Marriage AU.

Fic Summary: England in the 1890s. When your spirited sister, Charlotte, defies your family by running away from her arranged engagement to Sir Thomas Sharpe, you are the one who must keep your family from scandal and ruin...by taking her place as the baronet's bride.

Chapter One//Chapter Two

Chapter Summary: You marry the Baronet, with only a few small problems here and there

Word Count: 5992 (I had to research actual menus in the Victorian Era for weddings, so help yourself to some ham and veal pie as you read, because we're gonna be here a while)

Chapter Warnings: Discussions of sex and anxiety around it, general wedding anxiety. Your Dad Tempts fate. Sometimes hints at Period Accurate Gender Roles, especially when it's kind of...hot. Oh and...

Speaking of which, there is smut in this chapter. (P in V sex, loss of virginity). this is NSFW!!!! Only eighteen years plus can reblog this! It starts with Make love with your wife,” you voiced and ends with "Both of you dropped into the bed, panting hard".

A/N:*old Rose voice* it's been 84 years... Hi guys, sorry for my absence. But i am in Grad school, and while I do become busy, I get hit with writer's Block and still have it to some degree (writing the first draft of this was rough, and it took literally months! I had no idea where to go with this story!). Plus, in a life update, I found out I have Bipolar Disorder (it runs on both sides of my family) and went manic in January, and it was terrifying and traumatic, and I almost died, and I had to be hospitalized. It's been almost six months since it happened, and I have been on medication that works for me and I'm doing everything in my power to prevent another episode and be ready for one and take care of my mental health, even though the idea of going manic again terrifies me to my core (from March to April I was having anxiety attacks about it almost every day). It feels like waiting for a bomb to drop every day. So, I thought writing would help with the healing process of such a thing happening to me, a creative outlet, and getting back into hobbies and all that, instead of letting my anxiety over going manic consume me and keep me from things I enjoy or living a fulfilling life. It's been a long time coming, so I thought this would be the right one for me to use to get back into writing fics again, since it's the most requested one. I hope you enjoy it! Also, since the third season of The Gilded Age is coming out as of now, I am now realizing this sort of thing happened in America in history and that Gladys is going through the same thing as in this fic. Though...as of now, I doubt it's going to go in the direction this fic is with Gladys and The Duke. But...we'll see!

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Wednesdays were the best day to get married, so Betsy told you.

“Indeed, miss, you are right lucky that it is on Wednesday that it’s taking place!” she would comment as she delivered a tea tray to your room. All this was said on a Wednesday, only a week until your life would change forever.

Your mother rushed into your room, right as you were putting your feet up.

“Ah! Y/N! Good, you are here! I have a selection of ribbons you must consider!” she babbled.

You didn’t imagine the day of the wedding would arrive so fast. Yet it did. The storms of the planning- it all made your head swim. You had to remind your mother that it was your wedding, not hers! She wanted details down to the last flower to be shown to you. And to give her opinion on it to boot. The number of times you said “no, mama” was countless- “No, mama, I would like the roses in this shade”-“No, mama, those gloves won’t do.”

This time, you looked at the selection and prepared with a deep sigh.

“No, mama- I would like that one,” you pointed to the ribbon with your favorite color on it.

You could see her lips twitch, ready to give a rebuttal. But you cut in.

“Look at it, it’s lovely. I think it would make me very happy,” you added.

She took a look at the ribbon again. Holding it up to the golden light of the sun pouring into your room.

“Yes…It is lovely after all,” she managed to agree.

All of this back and forth. It seemed you would be on the verge of fighting. And it got close, but mercifully, there was none.

“Now…Y/N…I think we need to talk…” she said.

The ribbons were put away, and the maid dismissed. She sat down next to you. You knew immediately where this would go.

“Mama…Lottie told me a lot,” you assured her.

“Well…I must warn you that, yes, a husband expects his wife to lie with him. And your husband will be no different. But…a good husband won’t scare his wife. He will be patient. Lead her in. Gentle as a fawn.”

“Mama, I…I have a question. And Lottie isn’t here to answer it,” you began. Your teacup was set down.

“Yes, ask away,” she replied. There was a slight heaviness in the air at the mention of your sister being gone. But it had to be ignored for the business of the marital bed.

“Will-will it hurt?”

She poured her cup of tea, but left it on its saucer.

“It does when it first happens. Sometimes there is a little blood, but easily cleaned up. And sometimes you have a little stomach ache, but it goes away.”

Blood and stomach aches. Delightful.

You let out an exhale.

“So it is painful for the woman, but pleasurable for the man,” you summarized.

Your mother’s fingers curled into her hands and then released.

“Well, to some extent. But…Thomas seems to be a gentleman of decency. I do not know what he is like in such private matters, and it is not my business,” she said, a slight, shameful look on her brow.

She reached for your hand.

“But…it is good advice for husbands not to scare their wives by being too excited too soon. I hope Thomas does that as much. It might seem…much. But he will not jump onto you the minute you are alone- he cannot, he should not!”

“I know, mama,” you cooed.

“Why, if he tries anything, oh, I’ll box his ears off if he’s lucky!” she threatened.

You let out a laugh. It was the first time you had done so in a while.

“Why, Mama!”

“Yes, I would! But…should you ever need it, we are here, Y/N. Marriage can seem daunting…but I’ve done it for years. I’ll be glad to help you. As will your father.”

Moved, you opened your arms and embraced you. She hugged you back, accepting each other’s warmth and softness. Though you held on. For just a little bit, you could be a child again. One who could run to Mama if anything bad happened. Nothing a little hug and kiss wouldn’t fix. Not even the brink of wedding and bedding a baronet.

“Oh, your tea will get cold! Don’t forget it!” she reminded you.

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On the eve of the wedding, there was a small party. You, your parents, a few businessmen of your father's, and, of course, Thomas. Ever as smart in his suit.

One businessman looked at Thomas, puffing his thick cigar. The smoke curled into the air and melted. Yet the smell remained, warm and pungent.

“So, Thomas, it is a shame the late Baronet Sharpe is not here to see this!” he said.

Thomas blinked and then bowed his head. You had frozen, your drink untouched in your hand, still as if it were an ice pond.

You recalled his words, “My father- He was…an intimidating man. He wanted me to be like him.” You knew too well that any reminder to Thomas of his past would send him into this state. And of all the times to bring it up, it was now?

You took a step forward, curling your arm into Thomas’s. He, too, had hesitated. But now that you were beside him, he began his polite, dry response.

“Yes, sir, indeed it is most unfortunate.”

“Would he have approved of the choice?” the businessman continued.

You ground your teeth beneath your mouth. And Thomas felt tense. Why, this man didn’t know or suspect a thing. And he was pressing on! Thomas turned to look at you. You looked at him. What sort of question was this? The night before the wedding, too! What did this man think- that a dead man would rise from the grave and stop it? Did he honestly expect Thomas to say “oh, no, not at all, Y/N would be most unsuitable to him” right in front of you?

You squeezed your fiancé’s arm.

“Why…why yes, yes he would,” Thomas replied.

But Thomas seemed somewhat pale. Then he exhaled and took another small sip of his champagne.

You blinked. You were not used to seeing him unsteady. Thomas was calm, cool, and a confident man who made a striking figure in a top hat. Yet now he was faltering.

You turned to him. Your voice was a whisper.

“He didn’t know. But he shouldn’t have asked that,” you said.

“I don’t mind it,” replied the Baronet.

From a distance, your father and mother were laughing at the businessman’s insipid jokes.

“Thomas, you look like your nerves are on edge.”

“You know I…I have difficulty discussing my family. But this won’t be the last of these questions. What is another one?” he asked.

“Thomas…would…would your family have approved of the match? Be honest with me,” you said.

Your stomach clenched, ready for the answer. Yet it took a point you had forgotten.

“They would have approved it based on your family’s status and money.”

You leaned forward.

“And of me? Personally?”

But Lucille disliked everyone who wasn’t me. Mother would have just wanted me out of the house. Father…Father would not say I was enough of a man for you.”

Both of you walked over to the fireplace. He patted the part of the couch next to him, and you joined him. Grateful to have a more private conversation amid the armies of relatives who would be there.

Thomas folded his hands and looked at you.

“Y/N, you deserve to know the truth. Everything faltered when my father passed, as did his assets.”

You were not naive. He agreed to this arrangement for the financial benefits. Your family needed a foothold in society. Yet there was something about Thomas saying it out loud. It stung.

Thomas noted the look on your face.

“Now, I know I am not a man who lives a life as comfortable as you, but…”

He took your hand and then placed his other one over it. It felt warm on your gloves. His hands were the softest you had felt.

“You won’t go hungry. I will do everything I can to make sure of it,” he promised.

“ What will I eat then?” you prodded. In the mood to lighten the mood and tease him.

“Hm, I am not sure…I was never a cook,” he added.

“Neither am I. We are at Mrs. Dalloway’s mercy,” you replied with an assuring smile.

After the honeymoon, you would move into Thomas’s place. There would be a few servants from your dowry. You both agreed to hire a woman named Mrs Dalloway as a cook. Her constant frown, frazzled hair, and round, red face. Her small eyes disapproved of everything they saw. But she made some fantastic raspberry scones.

“Do not upset her, Thomas. Or else you’ll get sugar in place of salt!” you added.

The grandfather clock struck the hour of nine o'clock. The appointed hour crept slowly but surely.

“How…how do you feel about tomorrow?” he asked.

You looked down at your hands. You knew the answer to every aunt, fellow debutante, and employee of Father’s was “thrilled. But the solitude allowed you to be earnest.

“I’m…I’m scared,” you confessed.

“Scared?” Thomas asked. Though there remained a small smile on his face. Not in mockery, but in kind assurance.

You nodded.

“My…my life is changing. I’m going to be a wife. And I’m going to be your wife. I’m living somewhere completely different. I…I don’t even know where to begin. It’s all happening so fast that I cannot help but feel overwhelmed.”

And I’m scared about the wedding night. You thought. The words were phantoms floating in the air. About the pain. About the awkwardness. About the blood. About not being ready, and if you…

You fought back the urge to say anything. It would be the least proper conversation to have in such a public space.

“I…I’m frightened too,” he replied.

“You are?”

Thomas’s eyes lowered.

“What are we getting ourselves into? I know you didn’t wish to be trapped with me. A man who makes somewhat of a living, a man of only so much, marrying you after…I’m a toymaker, Y/N, I’m no great lord.”

You stepped forward. This time it was your free hand that came over his.

“You are great… in your way. And Thomas, one day you’ll see it.”

Thomas smiled.

“Of course.”

It was time for the guests to leave. Including the groom. Thomas put on his top hat and his coat, though he tipped it for you. He wished his goodbyes to your parents. Then, when it came to you, he lowered himself, kissing your hand as if you were royalty.

“Goodnight, my dear.”

Your voice left you for a second.

“Goodnight, Thomas.”

He raised himself.

“The next time I see you, we’ll be at the altar. Ready or not.”

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The morning arrived. And you missed your sister. Charlotte. Yes…Charlotte. You always imagined Charlotte would be there at your wedding. Part of the party as a maid of honor. How she would complain of the finery, but laugh and indulge in cake. Say little things to make you chuckle to relax. Fuss over your appearance. Perhaps get into trouble. But…she wasn’t. Perhaps you would never see her again.

She should have been here today. On your wedding.

You knew the wedding served a function. It was another outing for the debutantes to go out to. Yes, some might envy your position. But they weren’t without hope. Another guest or connection would leave them to their prospective grooms. But that was their future. This was your present.

You got up early. The early morning sunshine filtered through as light as a feather. Looking about, you saw the packed things. Your heart was pounding as the maids went into your room. Some gathered your things and left. Anne was there to make sure your hair was done up. How glamorous it felt to be a bride. It was like preparing for a part in a play, complete with a set and lines to know.

Your hands shook. Your heart pounded as you sat down for a light repast. Your stomach was constantly churning, but you made yourself have some bites of fruit and toast.

Your mother went to the door and walked in. She stood in the corner smiling. Sometimes giving an odd comment to a maid. You couldn’t even speak.

They dressed you out of your nightgown and robe. Then into a fresh shift. Your wedding corset with a special lace for today. Stockings. Anne helped your pads and petticoats. She laced the front of your corset cover

Finally, out of its place in the closet came the dress. An elegant concoction of the usual fashionable style. After all, don’t little girls dream of a wedding day with such a gown? It was ivory with silk taffeta over the bust and puffed-up sleeves. But the puffs of taffeta were more oval than circular. And what was most striking was the little greenery on it for decoration. A sprig of a plant with tiny, white blooms was over your left shoulder. At the bottom of the long skirt was a pattern of small green leaves on the training skirt. Once you put it on, there was a train added at the back of you. A magnificent cape of ivory silk with green leaves around the edges.

Finally, a veil was attached to your head. It was a motley collection of fake white flowers with a ghostly train behind you. When you looked in the mirror, you wondered what you saw: a fairy? A specter? A being benign or wicked? She wasn’t human.

“Oh, how lovely!” Your parents stood up once you descended the stairs.

Taking your father’s arm, you went to the church, your heart pounding in your chest. You were shaking, and your stomach threatened to remove its contents. But you tried hard to remain composed. Your mind kept spinning, reeling after everything that happened, that was happening. You stepped into the carriage and stared out the window. You seemed half in the present moment and half in a dream.

Already, you could hear church bells.

The carriage finally arrived at the church. Its door looked like it would swallow you whole. You got up, making sure your train wasn’t in bad condition or stuck, though it did take some effort to pull it all out. The organ inside playe,d and it was like you could feel its notes in your bones. You got to your place at the end of the line and waited. The bridal party marched out one by one. Music kept swelling from the organ in waves. The,n finally, you were at last walking down the aisle.

You walked down as the church was decorated with roses. The guests stood up in their pews, and a few hatted heads bowed down a little. In reverence of the sacrificial lamb. You frantically looked about. You didn’t feel your feet touch the ground. Your heart raced like you were running.

You then looked at the figure in a black tuxedo at the altar as it got closer and clearer.

Thomas looked stunning. He already looked stunning in a tuxedo. But this one looked crisp and modern compared to his old-fashioned suits. It was tailored well to his lean, broad form. His dark curls were clean and soft. You wanted to touch them to see how soft they were. He gave you something of a smile. And your racing mind and unsure body seemed to calm down.

Once you were there at the altar, your father handed your arm to be draped over Thomas’s. You then both faced the priest. He was a docile old man with a balding head and spectacles. He spoke with a voice as gentle as a grandfather's.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this Congregation, to join together this man and this woman in holy Matrimony,” he began.

He recited the Book of Common Prayer about the importance of marriage’s sanctity. Though you did peek over at Thomas a few times to see him in his tuxedo again. The old priest continued.

“I require and charge you, as you will answer at the dreadful day of judgement, when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if anyone knows any impediment, why these two may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, do now confess it. For be well assured, that so many as are coupled together otherwise than God's Word doth allow are not joined together by God; neither is their Matrimony lawful.”

“I have cause,” came a voice.

You turned around and saw one gentleman standing up. A fellow with grey sideburns and whiskers that stretched around his face like a belt.

“Thomas is engaged to Miss Charlotte Y/L/N. Not her sister. This is a sham! The wedding should have Charlotte at the altar.”

Thomas stepped forward, his arm remained on yours.. “Miss Charlotte has yet to be discovered. We do not know her whereabouts or what she is doing, or even if she is still alive.”

Inspired by him, you gave your response. You didn’t want this gentleman to stop the wedding. Nerves or no.

“She isn’t here, and…she did not wish the union. She left a note saying that was why she ran away. She ended things with Thomas. He became free to marry another,” you confirmed, standing firm.

A scoff came from the objector.

“Perhaps so. And what of the Sharpe family?” he added.

Thomas’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

“Are they truly the right family to be united with this virtuous, decent lady? Why, I don’t see any relatives under the name ‘Sharpe’ about this church?” he went on.

Your father stormed forward.

“None of them could make the wedding in time, but all wished him well! You’re overthinking, Mr.Scroop. And I don’t see why anything in Thomas’s personal history renders him unfit to wed. He is alive, he is free, and he is suitable. Now, sit and let us get on with it!”

“The Sharpe family

The ceremony went by in a blur. Thomas got out a ring- a silver band with a large ruby on it. He insisted on that being your wedding ring.

“I, Thomas, take thee, Y/F/N to be my lawfully wedded wife,” he repeated after the priest.

The ring felt snug, but it did fit well. It looked like having a large, jeweled beetle on your finger, always winking up at you. Ready to bite at a minute's notice.

Before you knew it, the priest had a final blessing. He gestured for you both to turn.

“I now pronounce you man and wife,” he intoned.

The congregation burst into applause. The organ blared a triumphant procession as you took Thomas’s arm and walked down the aisle.

Here it was, a new part of your life. A new part of your identity- wife, wife. It didn’t feel real. And if you had to be honest with yourself, the unknown of the future scared you. You felt scared of so many things. Scared of failing, scared of what was new, scared of leaving the old behind, and wishing it would come back.Scared of a disaster beyond the horizon. Scared something horrible would happen- promised without a date when it would strike. You longed for your past. You wanted to be back to before so badly. Back to being carefree. Back to when things were simple. Even back to your childhood.

But you mustered your courage. There had to be a way through this, right? Even as your body and mind felt a disconnect, an uncertainty, there had to be an answer. You could feel Thomas’s arm supporting you and feel the warmth from his body. He appeared cool and composed after the objector's nonsense.

The bells sang out the nuptial joy. Well-wishers by the dozens threw “congratulations” like flower petals. You kept on until you both walked out of the church doors. The carriage arrived and halted before the church. People waved handkerchiefs. Thomas kept the door open, and you stepped into it. The rollicking taking you right back to your home.

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Wedding breakfasts were an awaited noontime delight for society. The morning ceremony caused a great deal of rumbling in the stomach. You and Thomas were placed to sit at the center of the table. The guests all smiled and then helped themselves. There were various summer fruits in little bowls. Then servants arrived, white ribbons pinned onto their uniforms. Out came the dishes onto the table. Lobster Salad, Lamb ribs, mayonnaises of fish, Veal, and Ham Pie to up one end. Stuffed shoulder of lamb, Charlotte russe a la vanille, and decorated ham took up the other. Complete with three cakes sitting like porcelain figurines. Charms baked inside each.

Once the guests were distracted by the lamb ribs, you turned to Thomas.

“How…how are you?” you asked shyly.

Thomas gave you a small smile.

“As well as I can be, it’s not every day you get married!” he answered.

“No, it is not…”

Your attention turned to another guest going up and saying, “My dear Y/N! Congratulations!” And the awkwardness of a nuptial exchange dropped.

But Thomas stood up.

“May I speak, everyone?” he announced.

Heads turned to him.

“My dear friends, I thank you for coming today. And as a token of my gratitude, I have created something.”

He gestured to the corner, and a servant wheeled in a cart with a cloth over it. Thomas walked over and flung it away.

On it was a large mechanical swan. On top of the swan sat a few bottles of champagne. As Thomas turned its wheel, an arm popped open the bottle. Another arm picked up the bottle and poured it into a glass. Applause erupted from the guests. Everyone cooed to receive a glass.

Thomas remained standing, holding his glass.

“I made it for a celebration. And there is much to celebrate, so I would like to propose a toast to my wife,” he declared.

He turned to you, raising his glass.

“To Lady Sharpe.”

“To Lady Sharpe!” the others repeated as they each took a sip.

Soon, people were standing up. Some waddling from their full bellies. Leaving bit by bit into the afternoon. Thomas went away to boast of his creation to a few curious admirers. Then Mr. Scroop approached you.

“A word, please, Lady Sharpe,” he said.

You nodded and approached him. He was placing his top hat on his head.

“Hello, sir, thank you for coming to the wedding,” you began. Ignoring everything that happened during the ceremony.

“Forgive my boldness at the ceremony, but I cannot help but be concerned,” he said.

“Concerned? Do you mean my sister?” you asked.

He shook his head.

“In truth, It is not your sister that concerns me. It is your husband.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. Your wedding dress felt suddenly tight.

“It appears you are unfamiliar with the Sharpe family and their history. That is what concerns me. But the family is not what you would expect,” he warned.

Guests laughed at a quip Thomas made.

“I know that most of Thomas’s family passed away. Including his parents and sister,” you recited.

“Yes, but their circumstances when they were alive appear …interesting, shall we say. Yes, Thomas managed to do well for himself. Almost too well,” Mr. Scroop said.

“He earned it. Thomas is a hard-working, decent gentleman!” you insisted.

Mr. Scroop leaned closer.

“The Sharpe family is many things. They worked hard. But they are what you consider decent. Not even Thomas,” he warned.

“Tell me, what do you mean?” you asked. “Who did what?”

“I can only tell you this on your wedding day…I’d be careful if I was you.”

He then tipped his hat and walked away. You scurried and blocked his path.

“What do you mean, sir? Please, give me specifics!” you begged.

“I will give none today. Unless you want a broken heart,” he said.

“My heart broke when my sister left. I can handle another one!”

He walked away, leaving you there. Standing awkwardly. Sticking out in your white gown and fiddling with your hands, your ring gives you something to twist around in your nerves.

Who was this gentleman? What did he know? What did he want? Perhaps this was blackmail. You couldn’t deny that people wanted your family’s money. Or making an exaggeration? A con artist who wanted to scare you into writing a check. If he was so concerned about you and this marriage, why didn’t he contact your father or you before it went through? Why now? Maybe his words were an exaggeration of the facts. He wanted to make this a melodrama for his amusement.

You felt an arm. It was Thomas.

“Is everything alright?” he asked.

“I…I had the strangest encounter with one of our guests,” you said.

“Oh, a guest?”

Taking in a breath, you turned to face him. Your supposed indecent husband.

“Yes, he was…he was speaking strangely, and-”

“Why, Miss Y/N! I suppose you aren’t Miss Y/N anymore, but Lady Sharpe! Oh, congratulations, dear, on this happy occasion!” cried out one other lady guest as she bustled in to shake your hand with a fervor.

Taking a moment to recognize the rosy cheeks, pink dress, and tufts of brown hair, you returned the smile.

“Why, Mrs. Browning, thank you so much for coming!” you replied, back to your old hostess self.

By the time the guests left, servants were packing up the carriage. There was going to be a honeymoon in a rented country house some miles from London. And then you would move into Thomas’s place. You changed out of your formal bridal gown into a traveling one.

Walking down in your coat and hat, you met your parents outside the door. Servants who weren't packing lined up to say their goodbyes. Finally, you reached your parents.

You glanced at your mother. The one subject you could not discuss in Father’s presence weighed between you both. Both of you knew exactly what would happen in a few hours. She looked back at you. Knowing the very thought in your head and saying nothing. You hugged her and then your father.

“Travel safe, be sure to write when you arrive there,” your mother insisted.

“I shall.”

Thomas arrived in his lighter coat and top hat. He made well wishes to his in-laws and then helped you into the carriage. He took his place across from you, and soon the carriage moved towards your wedding night.

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It was raining by the time you entered the cottage. Servants bustled in to get the luggage. But as the carriage door opened, your hat could not protect you from the pelts.

“Allow me,” Thomas suggested, already outside.

He ran forward and opened his coat wide enough that you could bend beneath it like a chick beneath a hen’s wing. You both hurried forward to the door, rain and mud getting on the ends of your skirts, and opened the door.

The cottage was comfortable. A bit plain compared to the house in London, but perfect. The servants got the luggage out and then carried on their business.

“I…I’m going to change out of my wet things,” you said.

“Of course… we both should,” Thomas agreed.

You went to your shared room. There was a screen to hide behind and change clothes. You dressed down in a shift and a tea robe.

Walking out, you saw Thomas in just a white shirt and black overalls. He was just adjusting the straps. But he was beautiful. It was low-cut, showing some of his chest. His curls looked soft and freed rather than patted down with a comb. He looked natural, even raw. And he was every bit as beautiful in this as in his suit. It made your blood warm.

His eyes turned up to notice you.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I am well.”

It seemed like the tenth time you exchanged this pleasantry today. There was a pause. You were both by the fireplace. A roaring ember cracked, and the rain pelted the roof above.

Thomas’s jaw tightened. A slight blush entered his cheeks and his voice darkened.

“Do you…have you been told about…”

“Yes,” you answered.

“Yes? By whom?”

“Lottie would tell me about it. She learned everything from her friends, and she would then tell me. Then Mama gave me a few talks.”

“Well…I am glad. I…I don’t want to push you to…to anything…nothing has to happen,” he assured you.

But he looked so beautiful. He looked so soft. His body had been hidden beneath all of those layers. And you didn’t want to go to a cold bed without a touch from him. Only one touch. No one was here. No one watched. No one interrupted. And you were married.

“How about a kiss?” you requested, boldness overtaking you.

“A kiss?”

“On the lips.”

He leaned forward and kissed you. He then reached his hand and cupped your cheek, keeping you close. Warmth spread through your body, and the fire had nothing to do with it. He smelled of musk and the rain. And his lips had the light hint of champagne. Your pulse began to speed up. The warmth in your body flushed down. By the time he released his lips, disappointment settled in your chest. It felt…early. Outside, there was a bit of thunder. The rain pelted on.

“How was that?” you asked.

“How do you think it was?” Thomas replied with a smirk.

You raised a hand and put it over his heart. You could hear his heart thumping in a quick rhythm.

“Your heart is racing. Mine is the same…here…” You offered.

You took up his hand and placed it over yours. Keeping close to one another. His hand was close to your chest. Deliciously close. You realized you wanted him to touch you there. To not keep those large, beautiful hands to himself. To touch you in every forbidden area.

“Well then…could you give your husband another kiss?” he asked.

You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips again. Something inside you melted, let down. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you felt yourself sway into him. His arm went around your back, supporting you. You could have fallen into his arms, and he would have caught you.

He released the kiss.

“Y/N, I…I could let you have this room for tonight, if-”

“Thomas…” you whispered.

Inside you, you didn’t want this to stop. You liked touching him, feeling how warm and soft he felt. And your inner warmth couldn’t stop. You felt if he turned and left you, you would scream.

“Yes?” he asked.

You cupped his face and kept him close.

“Stay. Stay and make love to me. Make love with your wife,” you voiced.

In answer, he leaned forward and kissed you with passion. His hands found their way to your back. You pulled him close. Closing your eyes and feeling his soft lips, his warm breath, his body pressing against you. His erection brushing against your body.

“Go to the bed,” he requested, keeping the dark husk in his voice.

Per your marriage vows, you removed your tea robe and obeyed.

He unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide off. You stared in awe at his bare chest. You placed a hand on it, felt his heartbeat.

“Will…will it hurt?” you asked.

“It might be a little…if you need me to stop…” he offered.

“No, keep going!” you insisted.

“Then…I’ll ready my bride. You’ll be ripe as a peach and ready soon,” he whispered.

He kissed your neck, one arm around you. Then you felt it go up. You felt one of his hands go to your shift and loosen one sleeve down. to show your shoulder. He pressed a kiss into it. He then slid both sleeves off and revealed your chest to him.

He put a hand over one, his finger grazing the nipple.

“Beautiful,” he said.

He leaned down to kiss it, and you let out a sigh. He began to kiss all over your body, a trail exploring every bit of you. His hands took off your shift until you were naked beneath him. You felt blood rush at seeing him look at your naked body. He started with your breasts and traveled down to your stomach. You shook with anticipation, feeling his soft lips.

“Yes…yes, please- Thomas,” you moaned, arching your back.

He then finally removed his trousers. You looked at him again in awe. It was so large, thick, and dripping already. You swallowed, wondering how it was going to fit. But…you wanted him. You wanted it inside you so badly, you felt as if you would burst. Your desire overcame your fear of the pain.

He then kissed you again and prepared your legs. He grabbed one and kissed the inner thigh. Your voice came out of you. “Thomas…oh, Thomas…” it melted into another moan.

He positioned himself between you, the tip brushing your entrance. You looked up at him and he at you.

“Do you want this?” he asked.

“Please…please take me,” you begged breathlessly.

He then began to insert himself. And there was pain; you let out a small cry at first. Then…it was over. It felt…good. Right. You belonged there. You adjusted.

“Yes…that’s my good wife,” he rasped.

He began to move slowly. Grunting as he did. You were breathing out, clinging onto him, nails digging lightly into his skin.

“God-oh, God-have mercy-Thomas-please-I-I-yes-”

He reached a hand down and found a spot in you, he strummed it around. A fresh wave of pleasure struck you.

“Thomas!”

“There, my dear?”

“There!”

He moved your legs up to his shoulders. He thrust a deeper spot and you let out a cry. His pace increased. He panted and groaned with each one. Every sinful thrust taking you over, and his long fingers stroking that spot inside you. It was spinning up, and the pace increased, of his hips slamming into yours and the curl of his finger. It kept up, up.

“God-oh-oh God-I-I’m going to die-oh-oh God-Thomas-”

“You’re-you’re close-and you-your heat-it’s going-it’s going to make me- my dear-go-go on-just come, come-come, damn it-come-,” he whispered.

Something in you shattered, and you let out a cry from the impact of it. The pleasure exploded inside you. It came down in shivers all across your body and made your head spin. Nothing else mattered in the world. Except for what you felt. After a few more thrusts, Thomas followed suit and released as well. His cum shot inside you, hot and spurting. Once he emptied, he pulled out.

Both of you dropped into the bed, panting hard. He pulled up the blankets. He touched your face.

“Lady Sharpe…how are you?” he asked.

“Never better,” you replied with a grin, kissing his nose.

Settling into the blankets, you wrapped your arms around him. His curls loosened. And his shoulders relaxed. You held each other as the fire crackled. Both of you were giddy by the time dinner arrived in a tray. You ate dressed in nightclothes and then went to bed. You wrapped your arms around Thomas, discussing only little things here and there. What you should do or not do while out in the country. Soon, he was fast asleep.

Though in your head, after the haze of pleasure faded, Mr. Scroops words returned. You couldn’t help but wonder…who was this man you married and made love to?

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florencebirdsong · 9 months ago

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More Than Duty

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Agatha All Along Week 2024 - Day 6

summary: you were given leave to choose your own bride until Agatha Harkness came along. Charmed and lured in by her promises of power, your King Father declared you were to be wed. Now, it's your wedding night and certain duties must be upheld.

Set in a world where one can get pregnant from a cum strap

tags: arranged marriage au, virgin reader, strap-on, breeding kink, fingering (r receiving), marking, pet names - princess & good girl, strap referred to as cock once, doggy style

authors note: you're getting the largely unedited version for a little because if I have to read this one more time I'm going to despise it forever

Also don’t question the time I’m posting this I once again thought I only needed to write 100-200 more but it was actually OVER A THOUSAND. WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS. Ahem. Anyway, here’s day six which is almost three times as long as the others.

Reader is referred to as princess multiple times, mentioned royal wedding dress, specified looking for a bride, described as wearing a plain night shift.

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“I know this isn’t exactly what you had in mind, dear. But there’s no reason not to enjoy ourselves tonight.”

Your hands twist nervously in your simple shift. Your wedding dress had been elaborate. It needed more than one person to get you out of it. Which is not ideal for a wedding night.

You hadn’t had this in mind, exactly. You’d thought you had convinced your father to let you choose your own bride, as long as she met a few of his somewhat reasonable specifications. But then Lady Agatha Harkness had walked into his court. You don’t know whether it was her disarming charm, the power she holds, the boon to the kingdom the exchange would have or his own personal gain but he decided Lady Harkness would be the perfect match for you. He also decided you needed to get married the moment the decision was made.

Thankfully, a royal wedding took months to prepare and you would have some time to get to know your future bride. Not that you had spent much time with her in the end. Only a few dinners here and there. She’s a busy woman, running her own region which she needed to organise another taking over. She can’t look after it and a whole kingdom, after all. Something she insisted despite your father’s good health. She also spent a lot of time with the court. Learning what her new duties will be and charming her way into their good graces.

It would be unnerving if you weren’t so relieved. One of the suitors your father had originally brought forward had no interest in what her royal duties would have been as Queen. Running a kingdom on your own would have been nothing short of hell.

So, small mercies.

“Darling,” she says and you try not to startle.

She’s so much closer than before. She cautiously raises a hand to cup your cheek, like you’re a scared animal. You lean into it, eager to soak up any affection she gives you, and her thumb gently brushes over your skin.

“I know you’re nervous but we both have royal duties to attend to.”

You swallow harshly and look down. This is more than duty for you. You’re ashamed to admit you’ve been looking forward to this night. To having Agatha’s sole attention on you. You’ve dreamed about what could happen, what she’ll be like.

You’ve only been told the very basics. That your wife will enter you with a specially designed device. That it may hurt for a moment but you will feel ‘a pleasure-like feeling’ afterwards. No one would explain exactly what that means. It makes you both more nervous and more excited. The only thing you know about the device is its shape and its intended use. Continuing the royal line.

“I know. It’s just,” you hesitate although Agatha has likely guessed already, “I’ve never done this before.”

“I’m aware,” she says and you flick your eyes up in time to see something flash in her eyes. “I promise to be gentle,” she says softly, a voice you haven’t heard from her before. You gently grasp the wrist of the hand cupping your cheek and nuzzle the hand. “The royal line must continue and it must be of your blood.”

You nod and leave the safety of her caress to cautiously lean closer. She waits for you to come to her and she waits for the first brush of your lips to move. She presses closer and her hands grab your waist and pull you against her. You make a surprised sound and cling to her shoulders for balance. Which you immediately lose as she begins to walk you backwards. The back of your knees hit the bed and she guides you to lay down in the middle of it. It’s hard to notice any of it with the feel of her lips against yours. The way her hands slide along your exposed skin as she leads you doesn’t help. She can’t keep her lips on you the entire time but you don’t mind so much until she pulls away properly. You chase her lips but she stops you with a hand dangerously low on your chest.

Whatever look you’re giving her makes her eyes darken. One hand travels to the hem of your shift. You grab her wrist without thinking, anxiety rearing its head again. No one has seen you naked like this before. With the intention to- to touch. To feel.

“Let me see you,” she says, her voice firm.

You slowly relax your grip. This is your wife and someone who has shown how eager she is to see you undressed. She isn’t going to laugh or mock you. Your fingers slip from her wrist and she pulls your shift the rest of the way off.

It feels exposing in a way you haven’t felt before. You try to cover yourself instinctively but her hands grab your wrists and holds them down as she has her fill. You squirm but she doesn’t release you. Instead, she leans down and begins to suck deep, purple marks along the curve of your breast. It feels better than you were expecting it to (how can something feel so good when it isn’t down there?) but it doesn’t come close to the feeling of her lips wrapping around the stiff peak of your nipple. You gasp and arch into her. She flicks her tongue and your hand tangles in the thick curls of her hair. She does it again and a small whimper escapes you. You can feel her smile. She begins to trail kisses again and you think she’s going to repeat the same delicious thing until you realise she’s heading down instead of across.

“Wait,” you say, moving your hand to land on her shoulder. She lazily raises her head to look at you.

“Yes, princess?” she says in a tone you don’t have a name for.

It makes something spark between your legs and you determinedly ignore it to be able to speak.

“I want to see you too,” you try to speak as confidently as she did but there’s the tiniest waver to your voice.

She quirks an eyebrow before sitting up, taking her warmth with her. She pulls her own shift off and you think you understand her reaction. She’s beautiful. Your eyes devour every detail from her dark eyes to her pebbled nipples to-

Oh. You stare at it with wide eyes. It had looked so much smaller on the page.

“Don’t worry, dear. Your body knows what to do.”

She leans back over you and the thing hanging between her thighs nudges your most sensitive spot. She muffles your whimper with a kiss. You cling to her. Excitement and anxiety swirling into a heady mix as she slowly, slowly begins to push inside of you.

“A-Agatha,” you say, your voice high and needy.

Agatha shushes you quietly and continues to slowly push inside of you. Your legs open wider instinctively. It doesn’t help with the stretching feeling. Nor the building tingling sensation. She continues to steadily push inside of you and the slight pain is overshadowed by the feel of her. Her hands tight on your hips, breath hot against your neck, her hips slowly getting closer and closer to yours.

“That’s it. Take it.”

You spread your legs wider, trying to do what she says. You don’t know why she felt the need to say it. You feel so full you can’t do anything but take it.

“Agatha,” you gasp as she bottoms out, nails digging in as you try to ground yourself.

She groans again and her next thrust is harsher than her last one. It forces a whining moan from you as it hits something inside of you that feels so good.

“Knew I had to have this sweet cunt the moment I saw you,” she grunts and settles into a slower, rougher pace. You can’t help the little noise you make every time she bottoms out. “When I found out about this little ritual of yours, I knew I had to fill this sweet cunt.”

Every word builds an unfamiliar fire inside of you. You don’t know what’s happening to you, what she’s doing to you, but you can feel how big it’s going to be big. The feeling of your pleasure growing as it builds drowns out any worry you may have had.

You wrap your legs around her waist and pull her tight against you, moaning at how full you feel. It forces Agatha to still.

“Princess,” she says warningly but you don’t care because that thread snaps inside of you.

Pure, unadulterated pleasure flows through you and you’re aware of nothing else.

You come back down to Agatha’s face hovering over yours, eyes devouring your every twitch.

“I- what?” you say, completely at a loss for words.

“You just came dear. And I just came in you,” the look on her face mirrors one of a cat that got the cream.

“You…” you stare up at her with wide eyes as you pulse at those words. “But you didn’t…?” you ask after a moment.

“No,” she confirms and your face drops. Her hand cups your cheek and you lean into the touch. “It’s the best time to do it to get the results we want.”

“R-Right,” you stutter and look away, somehow embarrassed by that while she’s still inside of you.

“But you can make it up to me,” she says and you nod eagerly, missing the darker edge to her pleased smile. She pulls out and you whimper at the sudden empty feeling. Her hands grip your hips again and you squeak as she manhandles you onto your stomach and then onto your knees. You automatically put your hands under you but a hand on the back of your head pushes your front back down. A pillow finds it way under your hips. This is a position you weren’t taught about.

Agatha’s hands run down your sides, over your hips, down your ass and stop at your thighs. Her thumbs gently hook around your inner lips and you whimper quietly at the feeling, especially since it feels like you’re dripping.

“You look so good full of my cum,” she says in a rough voice.

You feel that clenching feeling again and she chuckles lowly. Fingers brush your sensitive entrance and your hips jerk in surprise before needily pressing back against them. They start low and move up before gently pushing into you. Embarrassment flares through you when you realise that dripping feeling wasn’t just a feeling. She doesn’t comment though. Instead, she languidly pumps her fingers in and out of you, seeming content to enjoy the way you squeeze around her.

“Too bad I can’t feel this when filling you,” she sighs. You want to protest, you feel plenty full right now, but you know what she means. The idea of her pushing her strap back into you has you pressing back on her fingers again. “Probably a good thing. I’d never let you leave this bed.”

You whimper and try to open you legs wider, begging her to understand what you need. She must because she removes her fingers and a moment later the tip of her strap is dragging teasingly through your folds. You arch more, trying to get her inside of you again and unconsciously presenting for her. She groans and fills you with one thrust. She starts slow but hard, making you feel every inch of her. It doesn’t take you long to become a moaning mess again. Sinking into a hazy place you have’t been before. Filled with Agatha grunting above you, her cock filling you, her nails digging into your delicate skin. It’s all you could want.

Agatha gets louder, and slightly higher, and you realise the same thing that happened to you is happening to her. She’s coming. And you don’t get to watch her.

A strange warmth fills you, one you didn’t notice last time. Agatha leans her forehead against the back of your neck, breathing heavy.

“Good girl,” she says in such a deep voice that your toes curl.

You stay there for a long moment. Agatha buried deep inside of you, catching her breath as you try to even your own, fire still licking up your insides. It’s an awful sort of tease when she pulls out.

She removes the pillow and pushes you onto your side. Instead of getting up like you’re expecting, she curls around your back. Her fingers trail a light path down from your hip and your muscles jump at the feeling. They stop just above the sensitive button she’s so far neglected.

“Agatha? What’re you- “ you cut yourself off with a gasp as her finger begins to gently circle your clit.

“We have to make sure it sticks, don’t we?” she says.

You were so close to the edge before that it only takes a few firm circles and a swipe to fall over it again. It’s a lot gentler this time but it still has your body locking up in pleasure. Agatha leisurely strokes you through your high, her nose lightly nuzzling the back of your neck.

Her hand moves back to your hip and you bask in the warm afterglow.

Some time later, when both of your breathing has calmed and you’ve slipped into that soft space between awake and sleep, you decide that your mouth is dry enough to drag yourself out of bed for a drink. You don’t get far.

Agatha grabs you arm and rolls you onto your back. You give her a confused look as she climbs back on top of you.

“You are not leaving this bed until there’s no possible way I haven’t put a baby in you.”

Day 7: Royalty AU

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tossawary · 10 months ago

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Okay, here is selection of non-SVSSS fics that I have a fair amount of writing for already, which I currently can't pick between casually working on. I want to get at least one of them off the back-burner and OUT of my damn house sometime soon.

First: "The Princess Bride" Canon Divergence AU in which a grieving Buttercup meets Inigo before he starts working for Vizzini and before she's forced to get engaged to the Prince, just because Inigo happens to be drunkenly stumbling around Florin. A surprising amount of chaos ensues immediately, with more to follow when Westley finally gets back from pirating and discovers his True Love is both missing and wanted for murder.

Second: "Naruto" Founders-Era Canon Divergence AU, tentatively titled "On Both Your Houses", in which the warring Senju and Uchiha clans get cursed by a prehistoric demon. Tobirama and Izuna are forced to work together for the survival of their families and they both hate it the entire time. For my friend who once said that this one "Justice League: Unlimited" episode plot would be fun to inflict on these particular characters.

Third: "Merlin" (TV Show) Canon Divergence AU in which Arthur finds out about Merlin's magic by the third episode of the first season (inspired mostly by spite because I don't personally like Identity Shenanigans very much). Arthur and Merlin are forced to face threats like Nimueh's plague and the Black Knight as an actual team, while bickering the entire time, and also face the pain that Uther has caused Camelot.

I won't promise that the winning WIP here will actually get done (I definitely won't promise that all of them will get done), especially anytime soon, but I could use a boost to help my indecision here and inspire me to get a chunk of work done. I'm in a swashbuckling fantasy mood.

#tossaway updates #tossawary asks for asks #polls #tossawary tpb #tossawary naruto #tossawary merlin #you can “cheat” on this poll and/or ask other people to vote a certain way; I don't care

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luveline · 2 years ago

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HIIIIII! I’m so obsessed with you and this series but If it fits into the storyline maybe could we get something where princess hasn’t been seen or heard from all day and the whole castle is gossiping that she ran away and Prince Steve hasn’t been able to pull away from his duties to find her but he eventually does. Kinda vague but I know if you do this you’ll write it better than I could ever explain it lol 💖💖

thank you so much! ♡ prince steve au fem, 1.3k

Steve is in his politics class when he hears the first whisper. There are many awful things that come with being the future inheritor of an entire kingdom, and the very worst in his opinion is having to know the politics of the surrounding kingdoms, cities, islands, island kingdoms and their cities. It's exhausting.

And what cruel torture is this? His mother and father insist he needs to find his soulmate before he turns twenty four, but when he does find you he's not actually allowed to spend time with you. You're locked away like a sick fairytale and Steve spends hours at a time wondering what you're doing, what you're thinking, if you've been eating properly. He went from knowing nothing about you to not enough.

Your name is like a lime spotlight. He hears it and he perks up, a trained dog, looking out of the corner of his eye at two service maids changing the eucalyptus sconces.

"I heard she tried to leave a few days ago and got caught. If I were Y/N I'd never walk again, let alone run away. I'd have someone bring me a pot to piss in–"

"Shush!" the second maid laughs. "What if someone heard us?"

They're lucky the others in the room are distracted, less lucky that Steve is a moth to your flame.

"Wherever she is, I hope she doesn't come back. Prince Steven doesn't flirt with us anymore, it's depressing. Do you think my tabard makes me look fat?"

Wherever she is? Where are you?

Steve starts to stand and gets forcibly sat back down by his tutor. "Don't make me hit you with the stick, Steven," he says, his teasing lost to a permanent monotone drawl.

It continues more of the same but in different places. He hears possible locations at fencing practice, motives between sickening spoonfuls of pot pie and biscuits he can't stomach. Guardsmen talk of you in alcoves and the seamstresses whisper it between pins held in their lips, until finally Steve's had enough.

"What use is fitting me for my suit if the bride's run away?" he asks, pulling pins from his thighs. "This is ridiculous. I'm done."

He scrambles into his clothes and shoes. He's buttoning his shirt in the middle of a wide hallway when Robin appears. "Public indecency, nice."

"This is my house."

"No need to brag." She offers her hands to take his jacket so he can button faster. "You know your princess is missing, right?"

"Where have you been all day?" he asks.

"Where do you think? I've been looking for her. Safe to say she's not in the Palace. Where did you say she lived before this?"

"I… don't know."

"Useless. We've no hopes of retrieving her then, unless you want to put out a mandate for her return."

"Stop talking like that," Steve says, scrubbing his jaw tiredly. "I know where she is, I think. You can't come with me."

"Why?"

"It's a secret."

"You can't leave the Palace without me. Do you know how close I was to getting fired last week?"

You and Steve snuck out before dawn to explore the city together, and to finally get to know one another for a chunk of time. It wasn't enough, but it was a good start. Steve told you a few secrets, and it's about to come in handy.

"Good thing it's not outside of the Palace, then," he says, grinning at Robin mischievously as he takes his jacket from her, turning to walk backwards and steadily away. "Stay here."

"I'll find your dumb hiding place!" she calls after him.

Steve shrugs into his jacket and descends the stairs. It took him years of being constantly watched to evade the eye, and if you've successfully secluded yourself where he thinks, you're a natural royal. Steve slips down another set of marble stairs, through a hallway, into one of the many intricate drawing rooms, to finally slip unseen behind an ornate oil portrait of his great great great grandma.

He finds you sleeping in his den. The walls are tacked with teenage dreams, the floor littered with books he had good intentions of reading. You're curled on your side on the cot, the rinds of blood oranges at your chest and your lips stained mildly red from eating them. There's barely any light in this secret room; Steve can't stay here long without getting claustrophobic, but he needs to come here sometimes or he ends up feeling a different kind of trapped.

He turns the latch of the oil lamp and lights a match. When he touches the red head of it to the lamp's dish, blue, green, and hyacinth-purple light sprays the walls and your snoozing face. Cutout stars remain, the shade of your skin left alone.

He resists the urge to wake you with the tip of his thumb pressed to one such star, instead kneeling by the cot to shake your arm. "Hey," he murmurs, "you okay?"

You blink. Sleep crusts your left eye and your lips are chapped, the whites of your eyes a sore red as you meet his. It's funny, nobody looks pretty waking up, but Steve thinks you've just about managed it.

He gives into what he wants, his hand riding the gentle curve of your arm.

"What's wrong?" he asks quietly.

You stare at him like he's not what you were expecting.

"You okay?" he asks again, rubbing the crook of your elbow in search of an answer.

"'M fine," you say, barely audible through hoarseness.

You sit up and wipe your eyes. Steve reluctantly takes his hand back, not wanting to overdo anything. It's the strangest feeling in the world to know someone will love you one day but they don't know you yet. Stranger still to know you're all alone here, and if Steve doesn't advocate for you, there aren't many who will.

He's happy to do it.

"Did someone say something to you?" he asks gently.

He wouldn't speak to you like this if you didn't respond, your posture slouching forward, relaxing from that tense rigidity you hold whenever you first see him.

"No one said anything to me, Steve. Your– my lady's maids wouldn't leave me alone. I'm not used to, uh, having my entire day planned for me." You collect your orange rinds into your palm. "It feels childish now, but I needed to be by myself. Do you know what I mean?"

"I've been doing what other people tell me for years." He takes the orange rinds from your hands. There's nowhere to put them, so he keeps them. He didn't want you to get your fingers sticky with pith. "And it drives me crazy. That's why I told you about this place."

You make a face like your breath is caught. He sees it everyday. He's starting to worry you're too easily panicked.

"Have you eaten anything else today? We should go."

"Will they make me do all the things I should've been doing?" you ask.

"It's evening. We'll have dinner on the terrace, your lady's maids won't come up to you while we're together." He seals his promise with a quick kiss to your knuckles. Your soul mark glows palest pink. "You're sure it's nothing else?"

You, hesitant as a dormouse, trail the side of your pinky finger against his wrist where it rests on the cot. Purple‐blue light like iris petals paint your skin. "This is all really crazy," you whisper.

"I know," he says back, voice dropped to a murmur to match you. He can't offer you a better response —this will always be crazy.

You nod slowly for a moment, visibly thinking. "What do you want for dinner tonight?" you ask.

"I want what you want."

"Maybe I want what you want, Steve."

You make his name sound like an inside joke. He tucks the glow of his soul mark out of view as it burns a rosy hue.

#prince!steve au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things

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lemondragon42 · 29 days ago

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I have a habit when I get into a fandom of cooking up way too many ideas that i can't write or draw all myself (I'm already juggling 2 fics right now), KCD so far is no different! And since this is my first proper time making posts and engaging with the community, consider this post my little drop off point for some of them that y'all are free to use however you wish. In art or writing or whichever (though if you do please @ me! I will want to see so bad)

I will be reblogging and adding to the post as I get more!

– Princess Bride AU (with Hans as Buttercup, Henry as Westley, Samuel as Inigo, Istvan as Vizzini, ect.) But specifically with the framing device of an older Henry telling it to a little Heinrich as a bedtime story, perhaps Hans butting in from time to time.

– Henry and Hans get lost in an unknown part of the woods while hunting in a new area, strangely the trees are thicker there. More dense and enclosing. There's nothing for ages, the leaves so thick above that light comes through strained and dappled. Even the birds go quiet. Then Hans goes oddly quiet behind Henry. He turns around, he's gone. A beat, panic settles in. He calls out for him and as he turns around again Hans is there, completely fine. Like nothing happened. Something is wrong, Henry's instinct tells him. Hans has a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Something is very wrong.

– Adding onto this, maybe Henry doesn't notice what's wrong at first? Or maybe he does and tries to hide his suspicions, being alone with something has him on edge. And if his suspicions are correct, where is the real Hans? What happened to him?

– Vampire Istvan. Either in a canon compliant setting, a more Gothic horror Isterik focused setting (maybe a Victorian AU with serial killer!Erik and Vampire!Istvan mutually beneficial murder 👀), or in a modern Vampire the Masquerade type setting.

#kingdom come deliverance #kcd #kcd2 #henry of skalitz #hans capon #hansry #istvan toth #erik kcd #isterik #hope y'all enjoy!#no pressure of course to use any of these #i just wanted to get them out of my brain

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so-i-did-this-thing · 5 months ago

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Hey, you seem cool, got any book recommendations?

Want a true adventure story, and a dip into some polar history where no one actually died on an expedition gone horribly, horribly wrong? Read Endurance, by Alfred Lansing.

How about a melancholy manga about found family and redemption? Check out The Girl from the Other Side, by Nagabe.

Or how about an epic sapphic romance that bends the idea of star-crossed lovers further than I have ever seen? That's This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone.

Do you like humor, satire, and philosophy in your fantasy? Get into one of the many sub-series set within Terry Pratchett's Discworld. Guards! Guards! is a perfect starting point.

Are you a big fucking nerd that is interested in everything and enjoys thinking about how we think and who wants a super dense book to sink their teeth into? Pick up Godel, Escher, Bach by Douglas Hofstadter and have a notebook handy to write in.

Want to give an old classic a fresh visit? I'm convinced Moby Dick was meant to be read aloud, and William Hootkins is a stellar narrator. He makes Ishmael sound like your gay uncle with ADHD trying to tell you a story.

Love animals and 1930/40s Britain? Want something cozy and easy to pick up / put down in per-chapter chunks? Check out All Creatures Great & Small, by James Herriot.

Do you love the move, The Princess Bride? Need another book to listen to? Get Cary Elwes' retrospective, As You Wish on audio.

Want a short read, set in a magical steampunky AU that isn't euro-coded for fucking once? A Dead Djinn in Cairo is a great entry point to P. Djèlí Clark's work.

Hope this gives you some options!

#books

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skylee-spider-lillis · 4 months ago

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The princess bride DBDA au.

I'm not going to write it so feel free to use it🫡

Charles as Westley. Edwin as buttercup, who was forced to marry to the evil prince who was fixated on her (ahm a certain Cat Prince, maybe?), he fell for a simple farm boy though. And thought he was dead for a long time but he survived and came back for him.

Crystal as Inigo Montoya. But changing the plot:

Instead of the killer of her dad, she's looking for the man that raped her for revenge. The whole experience left her brain amnesiac from trauma, the only detail she can remember about her rapist is the fact that he had a hand with six fingers. She has been searching after him for revenge ever since.

Esther as Vizzini, perhaps? (The dude who tries to kidnap).

She created Montie for her evil dids with magical abilities and told him to finish off Charles. But Monty (like Fezzik, the giant) started wondering about what his role is in the world, if he truly wants to be that guy who kills people all the time, it's not fair.

Idk where to fit Niko in this, sorry babe.

Feel free to modify and change stuff however you would like if you want to write about it! Just tossing this idea around.

#dead boy detectives #charles rowland #edwin payne #dead boy detectives prompts #charles dead boy detectives #edwin dead boy detectives #crystal palace surname von hoverkraft #crystal palace #crystal palace von hoverkraft #dead boy detectives agency #dbda #the dead boy detectives #esther finch #monty finch #cat king #dead gay detectives #edwin and charles #charles x edwin #the princess bride

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theglamorousferal · 1 year ago

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Persephone's Binding Part 9

Hardcover/Anger Management ship Sacrificial Bride au

AO3 Prompt Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

"Does your sister frequently miss meals?" Jason asked Danny while the young halfa was shoveling the corner portions of the baked meal into his mouth.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, meeting days especially. She usually spends a few hours after they're all done so focused on making notes about them that she forgets. I usually bring some to her after I'm done." Danny then licked one of the four plates in front of him clean before moving onto the next one.

Jason mulled over a thought as he chewed then swallowed. "I could take it to her? I remember where her office is."

Danny paused in inhaling his food. "Sure, I guess. Probably should bring her some tea too, chances are she's stressed as hell and she could use it. Here, I'll get a skelly to bring a cup of Sam's tension blend." He snapped his fingers and went back to eating.

"Who's Sam? Actually, I meant to ask Jazz, but I can ask you the same question. Will I get to meet the rest of the royal family?"

"Sam's one of my partners, she's the one in charge of the garden outside. My other partner is Tucker, he usually is chilling in his man cave programming and playing video games. As for the Prince and Princess, how much did Jazz tell you already?"

"Their names are Ellie and Dante, ones a clone of you that's a girl and the other is an alternate dimension version of you inhabiting a clone body."

"Cool, I don't have to spare details. Yeah, so they're both traveling the Realms for the foreseeable future. They do have to come back every three months though, so depending on how long you're here for you may get to meet them. You'll probably meet Sam and Tucker later this week, they still have finals, I was able to get mine done early." He finished off his third plate.

As Jason placed his fork on his empty plate, a skeleton came in with another serving of food and a steaming mug. "Guess that's my cue. Have a great night Danny." He stood and retrieved the items from the skeleton and left the room, headed towards the office he had spawned in.

When he reached the door, he knocked and heard a soft "Come in" before opening the door.

"You can just set it on the side table Danny, I'm almost done here." Jazz, in full regalia though the helm-crown was sitting on the desk next to her elbow, didn't look up as she continued writing in her notebook.

Jason chuckled and she froze, eyes wide. "He said you were focused, but I didn't realize how in the zone you'd be." He walked toward her an noticed she was flushed to her ears as she finally looked up at him. "Here, he recommended you have some of this tea, and judging by the line of your shoulders and the frown on your face when I walked in you need it." He set the cup on the desk in front of her and she leaned back in her chair. She didn't move, still frozen and looking at him. He decided to be bolder and, after placing the feathered part of the quill pen she was using as a bookmark in the journal, placed the plate in front of her. He then took the mug and pressed it into her now empty hands.

She took an absent sip of tea, which seemed to snap her out of it and properly savor the sip, her shoulders losing some of their tension and no longer at her ears. "Thank you, yes, he was right, I needed that." She placed the mug on the desk and took up her fork and began to eat. " Where are my manners, please sit, sit." she gestured to one of the chairs that had been pulled in front of her desk, probably from an earlier meeting. "So, how was your day with Danny?"

"It was fun! It's always fun to spar with new people, but especially other heroes. Whenever it is we find my dimension, I really want to introduce him to the hero community, I think it'd be good for him. We have a few royals in the community that you guys can chat about ruling with too." She nodded at that.

"That is, if we can travel easily between the dimensions, stable portals are hard to make, and I'm not sure the schematics for the one going from an outside dimension into the Realms would work the same way as one going out to a specific one." She took another sip of tea before swallowing quickly. "Oh, I meant to tell you, tomorrow we're going to the Far Frozen to find out your classification. It should help us narrow down which dimension you're from. Then we can work on getting you home." She gave him a warm smile before turning back to her food.

Jason sat there for a moment, hands folded in front of him, before he leant forward resting his elbows on his knees. "I'm in no hurry, so far I've enjoyed my time here. I'd like to learn all I can, and depending on if I can come back, I may even look into IRU. I have a feeling that unlike the colleges of my dimension, they wouldn't mind that I'm legally dead." Jazz's face flushed as she glanced between Jason's forearms and his face and back down to her food.

"Yeah, they're a great place, thousands of different majors." She said to her plate.

Jason inwardly smirked to himself. Maybe I do effect her after all? "Is there an introductory book for the Realms?"

She immediately perked up and stood, turning to the bookshelves behind her. She pulled out a large three ring binder, stood in front of him and gestured for him to take it. "I've been working on this since Danny started taking his lessons on Realms history, he would only go if I went too. It's still a rough draft, but this has most introductory knowledge of the Realms and the major locations and peoples." She stood with her hands on her hips, obviously proud.

Jason began to flip through the pages. It had to be five hundred pages long. "This is extensive, but I suppose it's about an entire dimension, so that's to be expected. Thank you." She nodded and went back to her desk.

"I still have a bit of notes to get through before I head to bed, do you mind if I get back to it? I'd like to get to bed at a decent hour tonight."

"Yeah, no problem, mind if I sit on your couch to start reading this?"

"No problem, let me know if you have any questions, okay?"

"Yeah, do you happen to have a notepad and a pen or something that I can use for notes?"

"Oh, yes, one second." She reached for a lower drawer and pulled out a journal identical to the one she was writing in and a red feathered quill pen. "The quill is magic, so it never dries out or runs out of ink."

"Cool, thank you Jazz." He smiled up at her and stepped away.

He will fully admit that when he sat on the couch that he was posing. One leg bent for him to rest the journal on, and propping the binder in front of that so he can easily flip between the two. The other leg extended off the couch as he laid back and lounged, relaxing into it. He enjoyed every time he caught her looking at him out of the corner of his eye for the first twenty minutes until both were so focused on their tasks that two hours went by without either realizing.

Finally Jazz set her quill in its stand and sighed heavily. She stretched her arms above her head, grunting as something popped. Jason set the binder on the side table. He then stood and tucked the journal into his back pocket, and the quill behind his ear.

"Bed time?" He asked.

"Yeah," she sighed again. "I'm making use of my giant bathtub and taking a nice, long, destressing bath, and then I'm going to pass out until the morning where I don't have anything until we take you to the Far Frozen." She said almost mechanically. Jason chuckled again.

"I get that, I've had those days. The world on your shoulders and then finally you have a few hours to yourself. It's the best."

She nodded enthusiastically before putting her journal in one of the drawers and standing herself. She picked up the headpiece and placed it upon her head, her eyes flashed yellow for a moment before it subsided. "Shall we?" she asked, gesturing towards the doors.

"Yeah, sure." They headed out from there, making small talk about things Jason read in the intro guide. Once they got to the split in the halls, they both paused. "I uh, had a nice time hanging out tonight. Next time you just have paperwork to do, do you think I could hang out with you? I know there's plenty of books for me to read."

"Yeah, that'd be nice. I'd like company and most of my options are either unable to stay quiet or work for me."

"Oof yeah, I get that. But for now, goodnight. I'll see you at breakfast?"

"Sounds good to me, have a great night Jason." She turned down the family wing and Jason turned towards his door.

Once inside he punched his fist into the air. "I think she's into me at least a bit. Okay, I got my foot in the door, now to figure out an actual game plan." He took the notebook and quill out and began a new page, tucked about 3/4 of a way into the journal. He titled the page 'Date Ideas', and began writing into the night.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #anger management ship #hardcover ship #everlasting trio #sacrificial bride au

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aajxs · 1 year ago

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alright so I don't really know who cares fr but I just wanted to make a post featuring my wips and things I plan on having posted sooner or later. the majority of them will contain nsfw, so keep that in mind.

I CAN'T HAVE WHAT I WANT (BUT NEITHER CAN YOU) - YUUTA OKKOTSU (nascar au)

being the famous nascar racer yuuta okkotsu's pr manager is a hassle on its own, but when the rest of his team is giving him trouble about the media and it's beloved dating scene, it becomes your goal to find him a girlfriend. who knew that girlfriend would be, well, you? only for the cameras, of course. est. 5k~

TROPE // fake dating , workplace romance-ish

LIFELINE - EREN JAEGER (apocalypse au)

with the dead walking and the living killing each other at every turn as a means to survive, it's no surprise that the rough around the edges group you joined is in an ongoing fight for land with another group. you join the fight at the command of your leader, and you're captured in the midst of battle. being questioned and beaten everyday was never on your bucket list, but maybe you can find a bit of solace in the man ordered to sit outside your cell. est. 9k~

TROPE // enemies to lovers

DRESSED FOR REVENGE - OSAMU MIYA

when you find out your boyfriend of three years cheated on you for months before breaking up with you, payback is the only thing on your mind. what more are you to do other than get with his twin brother as a form of revenge, and maybe something a bit more. est. 5k~

TROPE // exes brother , friends to lovers-ish

ONE TOO MANY - TOUYA TODOROKI

as a pro-hero, it's not exactly rare to run into villains. some leave a stain on you, others you easily forget about. one in particular, the same one you've been chasing for months on end, happens to be apart of the "leaves a stain" portion of your career. although, compared to the others, he was a particularly large blemish. OR five times you almost had him and the one time you do. est. 6k~

TROPE // hero and villain romance

KNOCKOUT - KATSUKI BAKUGO (boxing au)

being the katsuki bakugo's trainer and coach takes a lot of patience and diligence, but you make it work because in the end, you're always rewarded greatly. est. 4k~

TROPE // workplace romance (not too sure what else to call it)

YOU WONDER WHY IM BITTER - YUUJI ITADORI (underground fighting au)

you and your best friend have always been a little more than just platonic. from deep conversations to lingering eye contact and not so subtle touches, it's hard to ignore the tension surrounding the base of your friendship. OR eight times you and yuuji were a bit more than casual best friends, and the one time you admit that maybe you're more than just that. est. 7k~

TROPE // friends to lovers

DAMSEL IN DISTRESS - YOICHI ISAGI (royal au)

when yoichi isagi encounters a princess from a faraway kingdom on his lands, he's quick to take her in. at least until the husband she ran away from comes to find her. although... a lot can happen in that amount of time. est. 6k~

TROPE // runaway bride , marriage of convenience

as someone who gets loads of ideas at once but never has the motivation to write, I'm surprised I've decided to stick with these plots. if anybody has any questions, feel free to send them thru my ask box!

#( 💤 aajxs — speaks ! )#im so excited 😋😋#yuuta okkotsu x reader #eren jaeger x reader #touya todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #osamu miya x reader

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a-mel0n · 1 year ago

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This stupid "Your Name" Bucktommy AU won't leave my brain, and while I don't have enough faith in my writing skills to actually write the damn thing (and it would be my first fanfic... ever?? and that's a project that seems a bit too big for me lmao), I DID write down what I'm picturing some of the "rules" Buck and Tommy have for each other while in the other's body. Mostly just for fun. (Because Tommy would be switching in 2006, the iPhone does not exist yet, so all of his notes are written in an actual physical journal. All of Buck's notes would be on the Notes app of his phone)

TOMMY: 1) Evan, stop running into burning buildings when you don’t have to while in my body. If I wake up in a hospital bed for the fifth time this month, I might actually lose it.

its part of the job to save as many ppl as possible. also u don’t even feel the pain when i get injured in ur body.

You’re right, I don’t. Unfortunately, the pain from having a wooden beam fall on you doesn't just magically go away when we swap. Just... be more careful? Please?

fine. i’ll try and keep ur hospital visits to a minimum.

2) Can you stop flirting with people on calls? Or at the very least give them your number and not mine? In the last week alone my contact list has nearly doubled because you keep giving people my number.

dude its not my fault you’re more popular while i’m you. just think of it as me being ur wingman! how u dont have a girlfriend is beyond me btw. hot chicks love firefighters and ur a good looking dude

Jesus Christ, Evan. For the last time, I’m single by choice.

3) Don’t shower while in my body

already dont

4) Don’t go to the bathroom while in my body

done

5) In fact, unless you’re at work, don’t change any of my clothes while in my body.

fair

6) Do you really need to spend so much of my paychecks on cooking supplies? I have enough pots and pans already.

whats the point of a pantry if its half empty. be thankful ur getting actual food now via my leftovers instead of the utter tragedy that was the state of ur fridge when we first started swapping places.

7) Don’t make a scene while at work.

your boss sucks ass and his stupid orders are going to get people killed. im not gonna listen to him if hes making bad calls while lives are on the line

Evan.

8) Don’t pick up the phone when my dad calls.

got it

BUCK: 1) quit going to eddie’s basketball pickup games. he keeps inviting me while i’m in my own body and its getting harder and harder to come up with excuses as to why i can’t go. it's kinda awkward.

I thought you’d be more grateful, Evan. You’re the coolest guy on the court when I’m you.

2) are you making movie references when ur me? bc chim keeps asking when i got so “cultured” and the other day maddie asked when i watched the princess bride.

You haven’t seen the Princess Bride? I’m leaving you a surprise for tomorrow. Check your couch when you wake up.

did you spend my OWN money on a dvd??? i don’t even own a dvd player. i own every streaming service imaginable.

3) keep the finger guns to a minimum?? idk why you do them so much but both hen and chim have said smth abt it

4) if u get a call from someone called connor or kameron on my phone just let it go to voicemail its personal stuff and i'll deal with it

Evan, you could have told me you agreed to be a sperm donor yourself. Finding out because Connor and Kameron showed up at the fire house was more of a shock than finding out over these memos would have been.

they did what?????

5) don’t talk to my parents

Done.

6) No rule about undressing?

dude idc. i’m not gonna stop you from taking a piss in my body if u need to. as long as you like. don’t have sex with someone while you’re me? oh wait hang on i DO have a rule about undressing

7) DON’T HAVE ANY RANDOM HOOK UPS IN MY BODY.

Wasn’t planning on it, but good to know.

#if anyone DOES actually wanna write this au go ahead #i probably wont myself for reasons stated above #tommy kinard #evan buckley #bucktommy #911 abc #911

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sagan-starstuff · 7 months ago

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What's the origin of your blog title? "We are made of starstuff" - Carl Sagan

OTP(s) + Shipname: Mulder and Scully, good old MSR. The one ship to rule them all, no one will ever do it like they did it.

Favourite colour: Basically all shades of blue

Favourite game: I don't really game much but I am playing Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild right now and it's pretty great.

Song stuck in your head: "Still Alive" by Jonathan Coulton thanks to my brother taking me a trip down memory lane

Weirdest habit/trait? I am pathological about keeping my nails short. It's not even a sex thing, I just haaate the feeling of having them more than like...2mm of overhang.

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, baking, slowly getting back into writing fic. I also have like....a dozen crafts/arts that I pick up for a month and then abandon

If you work, what's your profession? I'm a medical doctor. (IYKYK)

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Astrophysicist but somehow without all the math and computer science that seem to be required. I just wanna look at pretty pictures of space all day.

Something you're good at: I'm a pretty decent baker.

Something you're bad at: Talking coherently about my feelings.

Something you love: My husband and son. Chocolate. The feeling of the sun on my skin. The X-Files. Looking at the night sky. Walking around art museums.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: The X-Files. Also microbes!

Something you hate: Anti-intellectualism. Unfairness or injustice. Hypocrisy. The current state of American politics. Raisins.

Something you collect: X-Files stuff! And Terry Pratchett books. And books in general.

Something you forget: Biostatistics. I re-learn how to do the calculations before exams, then immediately forget.

What's your love language? Quality time and touch.

Favourite movie/show: The X-Files, always forever. I also love Contact, The Princess Bride, and basically everything Studio Ghibli, 30 Rock, most Michael Schur shows (not The Office, though)

Favourite food: Seafood. I'll eat anything that swims/scuttles/clings to the side of a boat.

Favourite animal: Cats, owls, Highland coos. My specific dog.

What were you like as a child? Smart, shy, generally well-behaved, awkward around my peers, made furious by injustice or unfairness. Basically like now, just less well-behaved.

Favourite subject at school? SCIENCE!

Least favorite subject? None, really. I was decent at math, I just lost interest once I got past Calc I.

What's your best character trait? I like to think I have a sense of personal integrity. If I think something is unethical, unfair, or unwise, I refuse as much as I can to go along with it.

What's your worst character trait? Limited patience. The above traits also can make me a little rigid, and I've had to work a LOT on not just flat out telling people I think they're wrong, I've had to work on developing a sense of compromise and diplomacy.

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? UGH my commute, there's so much construction and the roads in my city were laid out so poorly that it should NOT take a long to get to/from work as it does.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Carl Sagan or Ida B. Wells.

Recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!): Shine On by @cecilysass, the whole time it was coming out I'd drop everything I was doing when a chapter dropped. One of the best Revival fics I've read. An AU, technically.

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@baronessblixen, @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, @welsharcher

@agent-troi, @amplifyme, @laurencem, @illaisland, @halfali3n,

@virtie333, @television-overload, @brenayla, @nachosncheezies,

@leiascully, @catharsisxf, @numinousmysteries, @frogsmulder,

@suitablyaggrieved, @loubetcha, @storybycorey, @rachg82,

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The other woman

Wanda Maximoff x Williams!Reader

Natasha Romanoff x Williams!Reader

Royal AU

Angst - Cheating - Forced Marriage - If you love Natasha don't read this. (really)

Summary:

W: Young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes.

N: You can think that you're in love when you're really just engaged.

A/N: Reader's last name is Williams, it's easier to write this way. This has been in my drafts for months lol. I saw a Tik Tok edit of the Corpse Bride and thought of this. Still not sure about how it turned out though.

- Stop being so silly Y/N, you know I will miss you just as much as you're going to miss me - Wanda said smiling, her head resting on your chest while one of your hands rubbed her back up and down.

- I know, I just wish I could stay here with you, I don't care about this stupid trip, I'd rather be here for your birthday, for that giant celebration your father is planning - you said, looking down into her eyes.

- You've been here for each and every one of my birthdays since we were 12, nothing will happen if you miss this one, even if it's "especial", I understand you have to go with your parents - she replied.

You huffed.

- I don't even know why I have to go in the first place, they have always gone by themselves, I don't know why I'm required this time - you explained - And I don't like it either, they're up to something, I can feel it.

She cupped your cheek and pecked your lips.

- You're their only daughter, their only Princess, the only heir for their kingdom, maybe they want to give you more responsibilities from now on... You're gonna be Queen someday, it's time you get prepared for it...

- I've been preparing for it my whole life - you sighed - But you're right, maybe it's time for me to take it seriously.

You stared at her and smiled.

- And maybe I can talk to them in this trip about us - you said, and her eyes sparkled with illusion at your words - I'll tell them I'm marrying you, and we'll plan the proposal for when we get back.

- Are you serious my love? Will you ask my hand in marriage? - she asked happily.

- Of course I will, I want to spend the rest of my life by your side.

She kissed you and you smiled.

- Also, I have to beat that Jarvis Prince - you said - I've heard the rumors, but if I ask you first and you accept me, there will not be any reason for us to not get married.

- Your royal highness, it's time to leave, the King asked for your presence - you heard a voice calling for you.

- On my way - you replied.

- Come back to me my love, and have fun in your trip - Wanda said, kissing you one last time.

- I'll be back in no time, and then, it'll be just us, for eternity my lady.

- For eternity Y/N... - she replied.

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4 months later.

The King and the Queen of Williams Kingdom are happy to announce the engagement of their heir, Princess Y/N, with the noble Princess Natasha Romanoff.

The Royal Family announced the happy news during their stay in the Romanoff Kingdom.

This makes young Romanoff the future Queen to the rightful heir to the throne of Williams House. The union of this two families represents one of the most important alliances in the last decades, the two kingdoms will surely benefit from this marriage.

It seems like love has been in the air from some time now, let's remember just a month ago the Maximoff family announced the marriage of their youngest daughter Princess Wanda and the future King Vision Jarvis, on her 18th birthday celebration.

Good luck to these new happy couples and the best of luck for all of them.

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- Don't act like you didn't knew about it! You fooled me! - you screamed in exasperation pacing around the room with the newsletter in your hand.

- We didn't knew Maximoff would get the girl married so early, but yes, there's no reason to lie, we knew about the wedding - your father told you.

- It was all planned, wasn't it? This trip, meeting Natasha, Wanda's birthday celebration - you mentioned harshly - You played with us like we were chess pieces, you decided our lives without asking us anything...

- There was nothing to ask, your little teenage romance with Wanda was senseless, she was promised to Jarvis even before they were born... And you, we waited for the right girl to come to your life, for the perfect Queen for you to love... And that is Natasha...

- YOU DON'T GET TO DECIDE THAT! THAT WAS MY CHOICE! - you screamed, you couldn't handle listen to him anymore.

- Well it's not! I am the King and I know what's best for you and for the kingdom! And as long as this crown is perched on my head you will obey each and every one of my orders, especially those orders that relate to the future of my legacy!

You took a step back, not believing what your father was saying.

- You're gonna marry Natasha Romanoff and get the biggest alliance in the history of our family and that's a direct order, not from your father, but from your King!

That was it. Those last words made you understand that, whatever you had left to say would be pointless. The King made a decision, and there was no turning back.

You lowered you head, and nodded.

- Yes, your Majesty.

Holding back the tears from your breaking heart you had the courage to ask for one more thing.

- Tell Natasha I'll meet her in our residence back at home, I need to travel now to talk with Wanda about this decision and finish everything in the best way possible. We're still friends, and for the sake of our friendship with the Maximoff House it would be wise to keep our alliance with them.

Your father took a few seconds to process your request but finally nodded.

- That's okay, you can go now.

Bowing down once more you left the room with tears already falling down your face.

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Stopping your horse right in front of the small cabin placed in the middle of the woods your heart was pounding like crazy. When you made it inside and saw those beautiful green eyes it finally explode in love.

- Y/N! My love - she said the moment you walked in, running into your arms.

You hugged her immediately and both of you melted in a heated passion kiss after all those months separated.

- My lady... My Wanda... How you've been my love? I know life must have been hell for you just as it's been for me - you said, with your arms still around the girl.

- Oh you have no idea... They made me marry Vision the same day of my birthday, without warning. When I told my father it was you the one I loved he told me I was crazy - she started to cry - He said it was ridiculous because you were already engaged to another woman, promised to someone else. It broke my heart because I realized we had fallen in their trap my love, they made the choices for us.

- I know, I realized that too, and when I confront my father about it... - you gulped at the memory - He yelled at me like never before and command me to get marry, not as my father, but as my king.

Wanda whipped away a tear that was rolling down your cheek.

- I didn't know they were gonna announce an engagement until the day before. They gave me no choice - you said, now both of you were sitting in the edge of the bed.

- Is Natasha aware of your your displeasure? - she asked.

You shook your head.

- No, I don't think so, she was very excited when they announced the engagement... She thinks it's all genuine.

- Vision thinks as well, he thinks I want him... Even though I have refused to sleep with him...

You looked at her worried. Heartbroken. Not even you had dare to touch her in a passionate way.

- What are we going to do my love? They took everything from us, even our freedom...

She sighed.

- I don't know... I'm just sure I don't want us to end, we are soul mates Y/N, you are the love of my life... I don't care if you're married to someone else as long as I know I'm the only one for you... Because you're the only one for me...

- Wanda, in my world there's only you and then the rest of the people. I don't care about Vision or Natasha, we love each other and that is all that matters...

- But how are we going to make this work? They can get suspicious...

- We were best friends before this ridiculous circus started, and it doesn't have to change now... We just have to be careful on how we act... - you paused for a few seconds to cup her face - Although I don't think i could ever hide this love I feel for you, it's very intense...

She smiled at your words.

- Me neither, but we'll try our best... - she looked around the little comfy cabin you were in - And also, we will always have this place for us, only you and I know about it, it will keep our secret safe.

You nodded and kissed her. It became heated every second, until she was sitting on your lap and your arms were around her waist, holding her close to your body.

- Wanda... - you said in a whisper between kisses - We need to stop, or either way I will...

- Do it - she said looking straight into your eyes, her green big eyes now full of desire - Take me Y/N, make me yours, i want you to be my first...

You looked at her, the knot on your lower stomach increasing.

- Are you sure?

She didn't respond, with her lower lip trapped between her teeth she grabbed your hand and guided your palm to her breast. You squeezed it, causing her to moan.

- God... - you whispered.

With a quick flip you turned the position, now she was laid on the bed, with you on top.

- Make love to me, darling - she said.

That night, your affair got sealed with the intertwine of your bodies.

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- And this is the main room, it's spacious and comfortable for the two of us - you said to Natasha, showing your future bedroom - The right room it's for me, and the left side is yours Princess Natasha, and we have the common space room right in the middle.

Natasha nodded but frowned.

- Why do we have separate beds? I thought we were sharing the same bedroom...

You smiled shaking your head.

- Oh no, we'll have the same room but I would feel more comfortable with my own space - you said walking into your side - But feel free to redecorate the whole room, change whatever you like, even my side, just leave my closet as it is right now.

She followed you confused.

- Where are you going? - she asked - We have my parents' farewell dinner tonight, tomorrow they'll go home.

- I know, I will go play tennis with Princess Wanda and then I'll meet you at the dinner - you said, walking into your closet to change your clothes.

- Princess Wanda? Again? You went out with her last week.

- Yes, you know she's my best friend, we both play tennis every week, it's our favorite sport - you said.

Natasha nodded. She didn't understand the reason behind your distance, at first she thought it was because you didn't know her before your visit at her kingdom, but now, after spending some weeks with you and failed tries on bonding with you she was very confused.

- I'll see you later - you said, walking out from your closet and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

- Okay - she answered.

She spent the rest of the evening choosing the colors, the carpets and selecting fabrics for your new room. She was loving the result, but wishing you were there to help her out.

- Do you think Princess Y/N will like this color for her bed? - she asked her maid, showing her the color tone she had choose.

- Oh it's beautiful, she will love it - the woman answered.

Natasha smiled, really hoping you will like it.

- You've known the princess since she was a kid, right? - Romanoff asked the woman again.

- Yes, I've been working for the Royal Family since 15 years ago...

Natasha kept silent for some second before asking again.

- Do you know how close is Princess Y/N with Princess Wanda Maximoff? I know they're best friends but I'm just curious about their friendship...

- Oh they are very very close, they grew up together and used to make everything side by side... They had the same private tutors, a lot of sleepovers, they both love tennis...

Natasha nodded, not wanting to listen more, but the woman kept talking.

- Princess Y/N used to write a lot of letters for Princess Wanda, every week, and Princess Wanda wrote for her too, the letters should be somewhere in here, she keeps them very well preserved... They're very special for each other - the woman smiled at the memory.

Nat cleared her throat and left the fabrics on the bed.

- It's time for me to get ready for dinner, please take all this out of the room and bring the dress.

- Yes your royal highness - the woman said, following the instructions.

Once alone, Natasha made some deep thinking. She didn't want to create false scenarios in her head, but since she met you, you had done nothing but talk about Wanda and spend time with her.

But she didn't had the time to over think because you stepped in the room in that moment. The happiness in your face could be notice from a thousand miles away.

- Natasha? I thought you would be on your way to dinner already... - you said.

- Oh I lost track of time with the decorations and everything, my dress will be here in any minute - she answered, and you nodded - Also, I think our parents will expect to see us coming in together...

You sighed and walked into your side of the room.

- Yes, I think you're right, I'm gonna take a bath and get ready - you said.

Before you could leave she asked.

- How was tennis with Princess Wanda? I can see you're really happy.

You froze for a second but then raised your head with a small smile.

- Yes, it was really funny... It's always funny.

You started walked again but she stopped your tracks once more, making you tense immediately with her next words.

- Maybe you can teach me, I'll go with you next time.

You didn't say anything, just slightly nodded your head and walked out.

Natasha was afraid that maybe she was trying to force herself into your daily activities, she didn't want bother you in any way, or make you upset with her.

But when you meet her again in the car that night, suddenly your behavior towards her changed dramatically.

You treated her kind and lovely the whole night. For the first time she felt like she was your fiancé and not just some random stranger that came into your life.

But the fairytale broke down the moment you stepped into your house. You only said goodnight to her and leave to go to your bed.

She wondered what she could've possibly done to make you upset again.

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For the next weeks you kept your distance for her like before, only talking to her when it was necessary. And she was starting to get pissed.

- I just want to know what can I do to make you feel closer to me... I've been trying for weeks to connect with you but nothing ever change. Just tell me what's wrong, so we can fix it.

You've been arguing for the last twenty minutes, you told her you'd go to play tennis and she started to yell at you.

- There's nothing to fix, because nothing is wrong Natasha... I just have a hard time to open myself with new people...

- But I'm not new people, I'm your fiancé, we're gonna get married Y/N, let's start acting like a couple for once.

You sighed. Tired.

- What do you want me to do? I just don't feel comfortable yet...

- Oh but you're not even trying, everyday you find something to get yourself busy with, and your spare time goes all in tennis and Princess Wanda... When will you have time for me?

You heart stopped. How dare she to even pronounce Wanda's name.

- Wanda has nothing to do with this - you said, almost in a whisper.

- I know, I'm not blaming her for anything, I'm blaming you...

You were about to say something when the butler knocked the door.

- Excuse me ma'am, Princess Wanda Maximoff is here for the tennis practice, she's waiting for you in the main hall.

You fixed your messy clothes and answered.

- Thanks, tell her I'll be with her in a minute.

- Yes your royal highness.

The butler left, leaving you and Natasha alone again.

- I need to go - you said, without looking at her.

- I know - she contained the tears - Just leave, I also need to go, I'm having tea with your mother later.

You nodded and walked out, with her following you some steps behind.

When you made it to the first floor your bad mood changed completely at the sight of your lover.

- Wanda, it's so nice to see you! Ready for tennis? - you asked, kissing her right hand and cheeks.

- Yes, let's go! - she replied.

When two guards followed you she quickly stopped them.

- Oh we're taking the horses, no need for security, just two best friends riding and playing... The Princess and I will be fine.

- Yes, don't worry, I'll be back in a few hours - you completed.

- Of course ma'am - your guards nodded.

Natasha saw the whole interaction, her eyes burning in jealousy. She knew Wanda was your best friend, but her instincts were screaming her something was off. She decided to ask your mother that afternoon.

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- Oh dear lord! - Wanda screamed in pure bliss, three of your fingers buried deep inside her intimacy, you leaving small kisses all along her jaw and neck.

- Go on my lady, let me see you reach euphoria once more...

- Yeah... - she panted - Take me to heaven again Y/N, just keep doing that...

Your moans were hidden by the walls of the small cabin.

- Y/N... I'm gonna...

You felt her orgasm crash on your fingers, her wetness dripping down your hands and rolling down her thighs.

- Wanda... - you panted, taking the three fingers to your mouth - Oh God... - you moaned - You're so magical...

She smiled at you, wasting no time and kissing you as deep as she could, tasting herself in your mouth.

A few moments later you were both tangled in each other's arms, resting after your love making evening.

- Oh how I wish I could wake up every day inside your arms - she said with her head resting on your chest.

- I know, I would make love to you every morning and every night... I would take care of your sleep, watch you fall asleep into my arms, giving a goodnight kiss in the forehead...

A tear rolled down her face.

- We would be happy...

You nodded.

- Yes... So happy.

She stared at you for some seconds before speaking again.

- Are you happy? - she asked.

- What do you mean? You know I'm not - you answered, confused.

- I know, but you have a wife, Princess Natasha is beautiful... Have you bonded with her already?

You denied, shaking your head.

- Not really, I spend all my time doing my duties and my spare time I spend it with you...

She smiled sheepishly.

- Has she notice your absence?

You sighed.

- Yeah, just this morning before you came we were arguing about it... She wants me to spend more time with her...

- Same with Vision - she said - He wants me to go with him in this trip he's having next month... I don't think I'll can refuse

You blink confused.

- Does that mean I will not see you? For how long?

Your heart shredded.

- Three weeks...

- Oh...

She immediately sensed your mood change.

- But I will came back to you... Like always.

- I know... I trust you, I don't trust Vision though...

- Don't worry, no matter what happens I will always be yours.

- I'll always be yours too.

- Take this time to be with Natasha, calm her down and win her trust, it's your wife after all.

You sighed and nodded.

- I'll do whatever you ask me to... - you said kissing her hand.

She fell silent for a few moments. You turned to look at her and saw in her expression what was happening. She was thinking… processing something.

- What's wrong, my love? - you asked - What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?

She looked into your eyes, gazing at you for a moment before speaking.

- I want you to marry Natasha during my absence… I need you to seal your commitment to her while I'm not here. If I'm not present, I won't have to attend to the wedding, and I won't have to endure the pain of seeing you marry someone else… If you don't do it within those weeks, I'll be forced to attend your wedding, and I… I don't think I can bear it, Y/N… I won't be able to.

She was right. Due to your trip to the Romanoff realm, you didn't have to be present at Wanda's sudden wedding. You didn't have to go through the pain of seeing her standing at the altar with someone else. It wouldn't be fair to her to see you with Natasha.

You nodded and kissed her forehead. Both of you were crying, and you held her hand.

- I promise I will - you said - For you, Wanda. I just want you to know that even if it's Natasha to whom I vow love and eternal devotion at the altar, my words and my heart will always belong to you and only you.

That evening, you returned home with a heavy heart. But to your misfortune, the tragedies wouldn't stop that day. As soon as you passed through the grand and elegant door adorning your entrance, you saw your father's guards waiting. That only meant he was visiting, and that couldn't be good.

- Your Royal Highness - a man bowed before you - Your Majesty, King Williams is in the main study waiting for you.

You surveyed your surroundings before responding. Everything was in overwhelming silence. You looked for your butler and inquired - Is Princess Natasha at home?

- No, Your Highness, Princess Natasha is still visiting the royal palace with the queen, your mother," he responded.

You took a deep breath - I see - you cleared your throat - I will speak with my father right away. If the princess returns home, please notify me immediately. It is of the utmost importance that I speak with her.

You turned and made your way to the study. With every step you took, you could feel your heart beating stronger. You knew what was coming. As soon as you crossed that door, your father would reproach you for not paying enough attention to Natasha. You were nervous about the reprimand, but it was somewhat reassuring to know that this time you had an answer to his accusations.

- Your Majesty - you spoke, but he didn't look at you - To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Father? - You walked over and took a seat across from him. It was only then that you noticed his cold gaze.

- I'm afraid my visit won't bring you any pleasure, Y/N - he said - Your wife paid a visit today to your mother; they had tea together.

- I'm aware of that, Natasha mentioned it this morning - you said, trying to sound confident.

- My question here is, where were you? - he asked.

- I played tennis with Princess Wanda most of the afternoon, and we went riding for a while. I lost track of time between the game and our conversation... - you explained but your father interrupted you.

- Natasha told us where you were… She also mentioned some more interesting things about those little escapades of yours with Princess Wanda… I didn't like what I heard at all, Y/N - he said.

- Father, Wanda and I…- you began, but he interrupted.

- Wanda and you are no more, it ended the moment she got married and you became engaged - he shouted - Don't you understand? Natasha suspects you and Wanda, she has doubts about her marriage, this is very serious, Y/N. It could trigger political problems and destabilize our marriage agreements with her kingdom. As the heir to this realm, you have a responsibility to your people and to me. I cannot allow your actions to jeopardize our political stability. It's important that you maintain a strong relationship with Natasha and avoid any suspicion about your relationship with Wanda.

- There is nothing between Wanda and me, Father… we had something in the past, as you well know, but now she is married. It hasn't been easy for me, but I believe it's time to stabilize the situation. Wanda will be going on a trip with Prince Jarvis, and today we discussed my wedding. She encouraged me to get married as soon as possible to reassure Natasha about our marriage… I want to have the wedding in two weeks - you explained.

- Is that so… - he looked at you, analyzing - Well, so be it. Let's not delay any further. As soon as I return to the palace, I will inform your mother about your decision, and we will proceed with the necessary preparations. There's no turning back from this.

- You may think you've appeased me with your sudden decision to marry, but you can't deceive me, Y/N. The matters you have with Wanda… put an end to them. I am giving you the opportunity to do it on your terms. Remember that you are the heir; you must find a way to balance your personal feelings with your responsibilities as the future queen. I don't want to take drastic measures, but if you can't control this situation, I will have to intervene… and then I assure you, you will never see Wanda again - he warned.

Your father left your home, and the next morning, the entire kingdom was aware of your wedding. Natasha was in total ecstasy. As soon as you informed her of the date, she kissed you fervently and headed to the palace to begin preparations for your wedding.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't muster a spark of excitement. You seemed like a walking corpse. But your father's threats echoed in your mind, and you forced yourself to be the perfect fiancée for Natasha. In front of people, you looked like the ideal couple, planning the dream wedding together. But deep inside, you were dying to leave it all behind and run into Wanda's arms.

After two weeks that felt like an eternity, the day finally arrived. You were just hours away from getting married. Natasha was getting ready at the palace with her mother, while you prepared in the privacy of your home.

In that intimate moment, you allowed yourself to write a letter to Wanda, letting your heart speak and conveying all your love and devotion for her. When you finished, you placed it in the pocket of your shirt, right over your heart, and prepared to leave. You would find a way to deliver it to her later.

The moment had come. The entire kingdom was waiting. Natasha, her parents, and your parents were all there. It seemed like the most meticulously planned event of the year, with nothing missing. But to you, everything was missing because even though you were about to get married, the love of your life was not there.

The ceremony had passed quickly. You felt like your soul had left your body, but it was your turn to speak.

- Dear Natasha...

Wanda, thousands of kilometers away, knew what was happening. Her heart ached at the thought of you becoming someone else's wife today. She only found peace in remembering your words, knowing that any promise you made to Natasha today would truly be for her.

- Today, before all the witnesses from our respective kingdoms, I make this sacred commitment. I promise to be loyal and faithful in body and spirit, and always honor the alliance we have forged, an alliance that in my heart is deeper than others may understand. On sunny days and in dark nights, I will stand by your side, fulfilling the duties entrusted to us. I promise to be your unwavering support, your confidante, and your closest friend, even when our differences challenge us. Though our paths may seem divergent, in my heart, you will always be present. May our souls find solace in this commitment, and may our union, despite the hardships, shine as a beacon of hope in this realm. May the love I have for you, though I may not openly name it, guide my actions and thoughts as we fulfill our destiny. May our marriage, though not the one we would have chosen, be a source of strength and wisdom for us both. So I promise, with all the sincerity and respect you deserve.

Natasha smiled. You both kissed. Wanda cried. You cried. You touched your chest, where Wanda's letter resided, and smiled despite the tears.

When the wedding was over and you and Natasha were back home, you couldn't make love to her. You touched her, yes. She felt loved, yes. But you didn't feel anything. Your body belonged to Wanda. You didn't let Natasha touch you. As soon as it was over, you headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Natasha, savoring the last moments of innocence, believing that you were completely hers, took your shirt in her hands to smell your perfume once more. She loved your scent. But as she brought the garment to her nose, she felt the stiffness of paper in her hands. Curiously, she took the letter from the pocket, and in a matter of seconds, everything fell apart.

There, in her hands, was the proof of your eternal love for Wanda. A letter, written a couple of hours ago, before joining your life with hers, where you professed your eternal devotion to another woman.

My Wanda:

As I write these words, my heart is filled with a love that cannot be contained or constrained by the circumstances surrounding us. In the dark hours leading up to my forced marriage, I want you to know that my love and devotion belong to you, and you alone.

Although the world has forced us down different paths, and we are destined to marry others, I want you to know that my heart will always be yours. Our love is a fire that burns deep within me, a fire that no arranged marriage can extinguish.

Every moment we share, every stolen glance, every whispered word in secret, is a treasure in my memory that I hold dear with all my being. You are the light that brightens my life, the reason I smile amidst the darkness of our situation.

Though words cannot fully express the magnitude of what I feel for you, I want you to know that I am willing to face whatever is necessary to protect our love, even if it means sacrificing some of my own happiness. I am bound by word and paper, but my body, mind, soul, and heart will always belong to you.

No matter what the future holds for us, rest assured that you will always be my love, my confidante, and my deepest longing. Our love is a secret that only we share, a bond that no one can break.

When I stand at the altar, reciting my vows to someone I did not choose, rest assured that my heart will beat for you and only you, as I promised. I will keep our love in a special and safe place in my heart, dreaming of the future that was stolen from us, where we are together without restrictions.

With all my love and devotion, always yours.

Y/N.

There, Natasha knew it. There was no turning back. She had married someone who didn't love her. You weren't hers, and you never would be.

As soon as you emerged from the bathroom, you saw Natasha holding the letter in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew.

- Natasha...

- You lied to me.

- No, I didn't lie to you… My father forced me… they separated us, Natasha.

- All this time, I've been a fool… and you! - she pointed at you, shouting, crying inconsolably - How could you deceive me like this?

- You don't understand, you never will. It was never my intention to hurt you, Natasha…

- You've betrayed me, Y/N… you married me while all this time you were thinking about your mistress - Natasha cried.

At that moment, you lost your temper. You would never let anyone speak of Wanda in such a way.

- Don't speak of her like that. Wanda is not to blame. Don't ever say her name again… never - you asserted.

She laughed bitterly, wiping the tears from her face - It is what it is, Y/N, nothing more than your mistress…

It was then that you shouted - Don't you understand? You are the other woman in all of this… she and I were happy, she's the love of my life. Until they forced us apart. Titles don't matter, Natasha. She will always be my priority. YOU ARE THE OTHER WOMAN.

- NO! You are married to me! She is the other woman - Natasha shouted back.

You ran your hand through your hair in desperation. You sat down on the bed with your hands on your face. Natasha was crying, standing.

- I don't love you, Natasha. My father forced me to marry you. The day I saw Wanda for the last time, she asked me to have the wedding as soon as possible. I only moved forward with the plans because she requested it. You must understand that there is no one else for me but her.

Natasha looked at you, heartbroken.

- My kingdom needs yours for its resources; our union is the largest and most important due to the size of your realm. On the other hand, you need my kingdom for our reserves, as long as you are married to me, there will be stability. This marriage benefits us all, and I need us to cooperate to provide the peace our people deserve.

You explained, and she knew it was true.

- The kingdom of Wanda is small; it didn't serve much purpose to unite us. Besides, her parents had promised her hand to Prince Jarvis since she was born. We had everything against us, Natasha. We still have everything against us - you said - I'm sorry that I can't be the partner you desire, but unfortunately, the story of my life was written long before I met you. I belong to Wanda, and Wanda belongs to me. You need me, and I need you. The union is done, but you must know that I can't love you as you desire, I never will.

By this point, Natasha was just sobbing. You got up from the bed and walked to your side of the room.

- We have breakfast with our families tomorrow. We must be at the palace at nine o'clock.

You left the room, and your body felt more relaxed. You wouldn't have to pretend anymore.

Time passed, and Wanda returned from her trip. As soon as she set foot on land, she ran to find you at the cabin. She tearfully told you that Jarvis had been with her. He wanted an heir. With desperation and desire, you claimed her body for hours.

Months later, when her son was born, Natasha and you visited the couple in their palace. Wanda smiled as she showed you the little one. He was so much like Wanda that you cried with emotion. In that small moment when you held little Tommy, and Wanda sang to him beside you, you allowed yourself to dream of what could have been. The future and happiness that were denied to you. For a brief moment, you pretended that this was your little family. And you cried. You cried for everything that was taken from you.

Natasha, who watched everything from afar, finally understood. Wanda and you loved each other and would love each other forever. She could never compete with her.

She was just another piece in the chessboard that life played. She couldn't do anything else but resign herself. In the end, no one was happy. Not her. Not you. Not Wanda. Everyone was miserable because of someone else's desires. But that's how life was, and like the others, she had to accept it.

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