#mine: bash and kenna

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 85. sebastian de poitiers and kenna de poitiers - reign

[bellarkeselection]

Would you be willing to do a Bash x reader (from Reign) where his wife (not Kenna in this though I do love her lol) has been feeling depressed and having issues with appetite and interest in things so he is gentle and supportive in trying to get her back on track? Ty!

Thank you, I've been waiting for someone to send me a Reign request ❤️❤️

Supportive Husband

The door of our chambers opens for me to see Bash, my husband come in removing his cloak seeing me wrapped up under the bedsheets. "Sweetheart are you feeling alright?" He comes sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling them back to see my face. I haven't moved from our room since Mary told me Lola was executed by Elizabeth. I was always closer with Lola than any of our other friends that came to court with us. "Y/n, please look at me. Please, you barely have eaten anything and have been locked up in here all day." His hand brushing hair from my eyes, seeing tears slipping out.

"I don't know why I should get out of this bed knowing my best friend is dead. I mean if it were Francis could you mentally do it, Bash!" I sniffed trying to bury myself in the covers again but he gently grabs my hands stopping me. He crawls under the covers beside me, icy blue eyes pouring into mine. "I'm not sure what I'd do. But I do know what I'm doing to help you." He wipes away stray tears from my face hearing me sniffing into his shirt. An hour later I get out of the bed pulling my winter cloak over my shoulders feeling a little better after crying for hours on end.

Bash and I ride on horseback through the woods the snow crunching under our horses feet. He stops helping me dismount my horse seeing a cabin in the middle of the woods. “What is this place, Bash?” He opens the door seeing a bed and a burning fireplace lighting up the room. “Think of it as an escape from the horrible memories. A way to help you feel better.” Hanging my cloak up with his I wrapped my arms around his neck weakly smiling. “Why’d you do all this for me, Bash?” He rests his hands on my hips my tunic rising up a little on the sides. “Because you’re my wife and I want you to be happy.” He kisses my forehead but I pull his lips onto mine smiling and he kissed me back, running his hands through my locks deepening it.

“Now I brought some food from court let’s eat by the fire.” He looos an arm around my waist sitting on the bed in front of the warmth. He’s got all my favorites which makes me smile. Resting a hand to his cheek I smiled at my husband. Luckily Bash and I were married when King Henry went crazy but we were actually in love so we didn’t mind the arrangement. “Thank you baby, I really needed this. This freedom from having to act like my friend was a traitor.” He leans into the palm of my hand leaning in and kissing me slowly. “Like I said I’d do anything to make you happy, Y/n. All I want is my wife to be happy,” Laying my head on his chest I finally sleep peacefully. “That’s all I want for you too, Bash. To be happy.”

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Summoned

Chapter 1: Summoned

Sebastian de Poitiers x OC

Rating: E for everyone

Word Count: 1661

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Summary: Summoned, to bid to come : send for

When a letter is received from an old friend summoning her for an unspoken favor, Isobel must set sail from her father's home in Scotland, unsure if she will ever see the shores of the country she loves, ever again. French Court, something whispered about by her and her friends as young girls seem frightening to Isobel. Yet, destiny awaits her in Mary's secret favor.

Disclaimer: The characterizations of characters from Reign (based on historical figures) are all the property of the CW Historical Romance show, Reign created by Laurie McCarthy and Stephanie SenGupta (these characters include but are not limited to Sebastian de Poitiers, King Francis, Mary Queen of Scots). This work has not been created for profit or financial compensations, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

CW nor the creators of Reign do not own my original character Isobel.

Notes: I’ve been reworking this fic for a while. I hope to bring it to life as I’ve quite literally been writing it off and on since 2019!

Enjoy

Dear Isobel,

I would like to be summoning you under different circumstances, but I find myself needing you at this hour. I cannot disclose too much information within this letter, as we are still uncertain whether or not the English are intercepting our letters, but I beg you to make haste.

I await your arrival at French Court.

Your friend,

Mary Queen of Scots

 I've read and re-read the letter from my dear friend at least two dozen times since departing from the shores of Scotland. Reading was a wonderful escape from the thoughts that I may never see these shores again, something my father had drilled into my head a thousand times before I left. He was certain I'd find a match in France, hopeful that the Queen of Scotland was arranging the details as I traveled.

I myself am nervous about the implications of the letter... of the summoning from Mary. Where my father saw hope, I saw dread-- or at least unexpected news.

But she spoke of something important, and I couldn't just ignore her pleads to come to her Court. Last I'd heard, she'd married her long-awaited fiance, Francis, and gone on a long honeymoon tour. What on earth would have her summoning me of all people at this moment?

***

Everything is splendid

I think to myself as I look around the halls of the castle. The people are even dressed splendidly. 

I am greeted by my old friends Kenna, Greer, and Lola, who all talk animatedly about my arrival before I am hurried off to Mary's bed-chamber for the purpose of my summoning. 

She greets me just as our other friends had, warmly, with smiles and small talk. I did miss her, more than I originally thought I did, as I see she's become more Queenly than ever before. Technically, I suppose, she was more a Queen than ever now that she and her husband had officially been crowned King and Queen of France.

"Come sit, please." Mary situates us by a glowing fire, asking if I'd like a refreshment of any sort. I decline, feeling I can't wait another moment. I must know why I am in France.

Mary looks down at her hands, suddenly looking as if she'd rather not be doing this, "Yes, well. I must ask you to do something I feel uneasy asking of you--"

I take Mary's hand in mine, "what is it?" Her tone is almost unreadable, but her eyes tell me I should be nervous.

Mary takes a deep breath of air, "I must ask you to stay here in France and-- marry Francis's brother, Sebastian de Poitiers."

I feel the color drain from my cheeks, "Marry--?"

My Queen has the decency to look embarrassed as she searches for words, "Francis's half-brother."

"The late King's bastard son? That Sebastian? Mary, I don't understand--"

"I know that-- I know how your father would react, will react if you agree to help me, but please listen to me, Isobel. I have good reason to ask for your help." After a moment, I nod, urging her to tell me the point of this-- suggestion.

"I'm not sure what you've heard about my past year in the French court, so I'll start from the beginning." I listen to her retell the problems they've had. The Queen Mother's meddling, the prophecy of Francis's death if he married Mary, the ploy to get Sebastian legitimized by the Vatican. All of the details are poured out for me to better understand Mary's odd request.

"I don't understand how you could have even-- I mean, Mary. He's the King's bastard. Your mother would have never allowed it..."

"And she fought it and won. I know that it seems crazy, but I love Francis. I would do anything to keep him from death, even marry a man I--" she flushes. I can see there were feelings even if she chose one brother over the other. 

"Oh, Mary..."

Mary sighs, "I know it's a lot to ask of you, Isobel, but Sebastian is my friend, and it's the only way Francis will feel... he can let Sebastian stay in court-- if he's married and settled down with his own wife."

I look down at my hands, embarrassed to be asking such a question, "How would this affect me in court, Mary?" How can I turn down my Queen's requests, though? I have to do what is right for the country, even if the country she's asking me for aid from is her husband's.

"Francis has agreed to give Sebastian a title, a small one but a title nonetheless, and an estate that will be available if you wish to escape French Court for a time during each year. Bash is a bastard, but that won't destroy you under Francis's care."

"And has Sebastian agreed to this?" 

Mary hesitates, "He has not." I thought as much, "but it's the only option for him. He'll see reason. Sebastian is very reasonable, Isobel. That's one of the reasons why I thought of you when this predicament came up. I often think he is a reflection of you in ways."

My father's potential thoughts and opinions plague my mind, keeping me silent as she waits for my answer.

"I know I'm asking a lot of you, Isobel." Silence chokes out the conversation.

"Can I think it over, Mary?"

"Yes. If you need me to, I will send your father's word. I'll tell him it was for the good of the alliance between Scotland and France. Anything you need, Isobel." Her hand grasps mine, pleading with me.

With a nod, I agree to be quick with my answer. 

***

The halls are near empty as I walk slowly towards the room prepared for me by my dearest friends Kenna, Lola, and Greer.

Worries come in and out of my brain rapidly. I fear for the fall in my reputation, then feel awful for thinking of another so lowly. Sebastian could very much be a wonderful man, and I'm sure he is if Mary held such a high opinion of him. She wouldn't have entertained marriage with a man if she did not believe him to be a truly wonderful person, I'm certain of it. But, that did not change the fact that he existed somewhat outside of polite company.

Sitting on the large bed, I fold my hands tightly on my lap in worry. If I agree to marry, I will be directly aiding my Queen and helping create peace within both of our countries. Francis was technically now the King of Scotland. On the other hand, I would be marrying someone I don't know, which frightens me. Not to mention I will someday have to face my family, who may blame me for pulling them down with me if all of this backfires and I become some sort of social pariah.

Feeling thoroughly exhausted by all of this thinking, I flop back onto the bed.

In the end, I do trust Mary. I don't believe that she would purposefully lead me astray, and she seemed genuine and confident that Sebastian and I could be a match. A good one at that.

**

With newly found resolve, I wake early and dress before making my way to Mary's bed-chamber. I need to-- before I chicken out and run home to my father. I can be brave.

"Isobel," Mary's voice is full of surprise, "is something the matter?" She takes a few steps towards me

"I've thought it over, Mary," I take a large calming breath, sealing my fate, "I will marry him."

She stands looking at me for a beat before taking a few steps to embrace me, "Thank you, Isobel. Thank you. You can't understand how grateful I am." She pulls back, looking deadly serious, "I promise you that I personally will send word to your father and make him know this was my doing. You will receive no backlash; you have been kind and selfless. I promise you that you will be taken care of under both the Scottish and French crowns."

I smile, pulling her back into a hug, "Thank you, Mary."

"Don't thank me at all. You are doing an enormous, insane favor for me."

"I trust you, you know that? I don't believe you would let me marry someone horrible."

"He isn't! Sebastian is wonderful. He's thoughtful and kind, a little pigheaded, but what man isn't a bit stubborn?" I laugh at her words. "And think of this! You and I shall be related by marriage."

I smile kindly, not wanting to burst her bubble... In many's views, a bastard, even one close to his half-siblings, is not a true sibling.

***

Sebastian looks between Mary and his half-brother, "you can't be serious."

Francis's eyes hold that hatred. The one reserved specifically for Sebastian that has developed since Mary came to Court.

"It's the only solution, Sebastian. I will never feel comfortable with your return to Court-- living near my wife if you remain a bachelor."

He snorts at the ridiculousness of the idea, "If I agree to marry a complete stranger, you will somehow gain comfort?" The venom in his voice pulses through each syllable.

Unluckily, Francis matches his frustration, his tone turning just as icy, "You will be too preoccupied with your own wife and new station to continue lusting over my wife. Your Queen." Mary looks at her husband with concern, a look he used to be on the receiving end of. Sebastian looks away with disgust... no sadness. Some vile emotion that he detests feeling.

"Please, Bash," Mary tries to soothe the pain, "Isobel has agreed. She's wonderful. She will make an excellent wife for you."

Sebastian sighs, running his fingers through his hair, "Can I meet her first? I would like to meet her before you force us to marry, please."

Mary and Francis look between each other. 

"I can arrange that."

[compendiumofconstellations]

[ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying / kenna for bash

Bash was ashamed of how he had acted. He knew that secrets made things difficult, and he knew that truths were always harder. He had forced Kenna into a corner, and it was only going to make them both upset.

He was going to apologize. He had to apologize. If he was going to keep his wife, keep this marriage, then he couldn't let this fester.

But when he went searching for Kenna and couldn't find her, he got worried. He checked the gardens, and he found her leaning against a tree, wiping at her face.

He felt like he'd been stabbed. This was his fault.

"Kenna, I am...so sorry." He stepped towards her, but he only held out his hands, giving her the opportunity to let him closer. "I was horrified with truths I had learned, and I turned it around on you. I put you in a position where you were going to lose either way. But you told me the truth. And I...I don't want this to be the end of us, Kenna. We have worked so hard to let our pasts be our pasts, and while I do feel betrayed, you're right. I don't know what it's like to be a woman in this world. And I want to move forward. Can you forgive me for the way I behaved?"

[black-kitten-imagines]

Looking for a man ~ Louis Condé x reader

Word count: 1,803

Warnings: none

Summary: Queen Mary is playing matchmaker for her friend.

“And what about Lord Condé?”, Mary asked me. I followed her gaze to the young man standing on the other side of the crowded dance floor conversing with Bash. “He is a righteous man after all. Not to mention his nobility and riches”, my queen and friend continued her arguments.

Being the only one of Mary’s ladies who hadn’t married yet, Mary and the other three girls were constantly looking out for a suitable husband for me. But I wasn’t sure whether I was ready yet.

I was yanked out of my thoughts by the Queen of Scots resting her hand on my shoulder obviously awaiting an answer. “I don’t know. I don’t even know him”, I replied. To be honest the young and good looking nobleman had caught my eye multiple times before at other social events or when Mary asked him for help.

“As you said he is an honourable man of nobility. He’s the Prince of Condé and I’m only a lady in waiting. My family isn’t noble nor are they very rich, I am only a girl that is lucky enough to have a queen as her friend, I have nothing to offer him, Why would he want me as his wife?”, I said turning to look at Mary.

“How can you say something like that?!”, my queen replied outraged gently grabbing my shoulders, “Not only are you intelligent and kind, you are one of the most beautiful women at court. Many men would kill to have the attention of such a woman as you.” Her kind words made me smile.

I let my gaze wander over the crowd of extravagantly dressed guests but again my gaze was caught by Lord Condé. “I could talk to him for you”, Mary whispered nudging my side with her elbow after noticing who I was looking at, “after all he is a good friend of mine. He will listen to me.”

At that moment Kenna came over to us smiling brightly. “So, who is the lucky man this time?” “What?”, I asked perplexed. “Oh stop it. I knew seeing you from the other side of the room that Mary had another suitor in mind for you”, Kenna said a twinkle in her eyes, “so, who is he?”

“Lord Condé”, Mary answered her question, “but (Y/n) isn’t sure about him. He would make a wonderful husband, wouldn’t he?” I knew what she was doing. She was hoping that Kenna would support her point so that both of them could make me approach him.

“Yes, he would”, Kenna’s gaze wandered over the people standing around us until it landed on Condé and her husband standing together, “especially as handsome as he is. You can’t deny that!” This made the three of us giggle.

Then I sighed. “Come on, cheer up. There’s no harm in talking”, Kenna smirked a little mischievously at me, “Have a little fun.” And with that she suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the man we had been talking about.

I struggled against her grip but when Kenna had something in mind it was hard to stop her. Turning around I silently asked Mary for help with my eyes but she only shook her head, a smirk of her own creeping onto her lips.

The two of us stopped directly in front of the two men which in turn looked up at us in surprise. Kenna smiled widely at the two young soldiers. “Condé, Bash, how lovely to see you two here at court attending these festivities especially after having worked so hard over the last few days”, Kenna broke the silence, “Lord Condé, I’m not sure whether you have met my dear friend (Y/n).” Condé’s attention moved from my friend to me as I curtsied.

“What a pleasure to meet you”, he said slightly grinning as he bowed. “The pleasure is all mine, my Lord.” “Please, call me Louis.” I smiled at him.

“Bash, would you come with me?”, Kenna asked her husband and with those words the two of them left, leaving Louis and me to be alone.

“Would you care to go for a walk?”, Louis asked while pointing towards the door leading from the full room to the deserted hallways. “I would love to”, I replied following him out of the crowded room.

At first I had problems keeping up with him put soon the two of us fell into step with each other. I couldn’t stop myself from secretly glancing at him. Not only was he incredibly handsome with his chiseled  face and the light facial hair, but he also seemed to be very kind and down to earth unlike most of the other nobles that I’ve met.

The hallways were silent, not a soul was occupying them. The cool night air filled the stone corridors. “I have heard you’ve been spending your time at court helping the King’s deputee”, I started our conversation as we slowly wandered. “Yes, there have been a few disturbances with some of the local peasants that we’re looking into, but so far we haven’t gotten very far”, he replied looking down at me.

“Oh. I hope your stay here has been otherwise successful and pleasant.” “Of course it has. What about you? For how long have you been here in France?” “For almost a year now. I do enjoy it here. Especially being here with Mary and the other three girls, but I do miss Scotland”, I told Louis a smile sneaking onto my face as I was lost in thought of my homeland, “The rolling hills. The cold, harsh yet beautiful wilderness and of course my family.” I sighed in thought of my two younger sisters at home.

“I share your sentiment”, Condé said as we stopped in our tracks, “I too miss Navarre but on the other hand I am relieved to have brought some distance between me and my brother Antoine. I am sure his reputation precedes him.” This made both of us chuckle. Of course I had heard of his brother the King of Navarre, especially of his extravagant and immodest parties. I had overheard some servants whisper about how scandalous they usually ended.

Through one of the open doors we were able to see Mary and Francis dancing together, both of them had huge smiles on their faces. The sight of the two made me smile. “Isn’t it wonderful how happy they seem? Their joy seems to light up the whole kingdom in these times of darkness”, I commented. Louis hummed in agreement.

“To be completely honest, I’m not sure whether I could ever imagine myself as happy as they are”, I admitted a little embarrassed and shyly looked at him. Louis seemed surprised at my confession.

“Is there no one special in your life who holds your heart?”, he inquired as we continued walking. “No, sadly not. What about you have you ever been in love?”, I asked curious whether I even had a chance to win this nobleman’s heart.

“Well...”, Louis began, looking away from me while scratching the nape of his neck, “I have found love before but it didn’t work out.” There was a hint of sadness in his voice and I wondered whether this woman still held his heart.

“I envy you, I’ve never been truly in love and now that all the others spend their time with their significant others or in Lola’s case with her son, I just feel a little left out and lonely”, I confessed. My eyes began to water slightly and my heart clenched in remembrance of the painfully lonely times.

“You know, if you ever are lonely again you can come to me”, he offered me and I thanked him with a grateful smile.

Just then we strolled past an opening leading out onto one of the many balconies. Louis stopped in his tracks making me halt with him. A soft smile spread onto his face as he offered me his hand. “Would you do me the pleasure of joining me outside?” “How could I say no”, I replied.

Louis gently took my hand in his as he lead me out onto the small balcony. Standing at the railing I observed the world outside of the castle. In the distance I could see the lights of the village. I wondered what it would be like to live the life of a commoner, whether life would be simpler.

In the cool night air I could feel the warmth radiating off of Louis who was standing rather close to me. Unlike with other men I didn’t mind and rather welcomed it in hopes that it meant he might possibly have feelings for me.

I looked up at the dark night sky littered with bright stars like diamonds on a black silk gown. “Aren’t the stars beautiful?”, I exclaimed while admiring nature’s beauty.

Behind me Louis came closer, eliminating the distance between us as he laid his warm hands on my waist. This made my breath hitch. Was this really happening?  Was he as attracted to me as I was to him? My heartbeat sped up.

Then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “Not as beautiful as you are.” The way his breath grazed over my neck made my skin turn into goosebumps. The closeness of his lips to my face made me blush furiously. Never in my life had a man been this close to me.

At this small, intimate confession butterflies filled the pit of my stomach. I carefully turned around to look up at him. His sultry brown eyes had darkened further in desire causing my knees to wobble under my weight so I quickly grabbed onto the stabilizing railing behind me. Would’ve anyone else than Lord Condé looked at me like that I would’ve made a run for it.

One of his hands got a hold of my waist again and pulled me close to him. His other hand caressed my cheek. I leaned into his touch. My hands were resting on his broad chest. I could feel his breath on my face as he leaned down, our lips only a few inches apart.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat noisily causing us to jump apart from each other in surprise. As I looked over Louis’ shoulder I saw Bash standing in the door frame. “Condé, there has been news of the riders down in the village”, Bash informed the nobleman who in turn looked up at him, “We have to get going now.” Louis nodded in understanding before he turned back to me. “I will be back as soon as I can”, he told me while gently running his fingers across my cheek.

And off he went the man that I was slowly but surely falling in love with.

[puckrmn]

Nightcap || Padison

tagging: @puckrmn & @maddiemccarthy

location: Madison’s

time frame: May 29th, late night

about: Puck swings by Madison’s for a drink or two.

warnings: some light Puckerman bashing but lbr Puckermans suck

There was always something about hanging out with Puck. Their friendship was easy, effortless. It was just that imaginary line of maybe not just friendship they danced around that made things slightly complicated. Nevertheless, Madison welcomed any and all opportunities to spend time with him, even at 11 o'clock at night when she was usually thinking about bed instead. She had just checked on Gabe, leaving the door just cracked open when she heard a knock at the front door. Smiling wide, she welcomed Puck inside. "You gonna give me crap about knowing you again if I offer you whiskey to drink?"

Puck was wiped from a 12 hour work day, but that wasn’t going to keep him from hanging out with Madison. After locking up the shop, he made his way over to her apartment. He knocked on the door and stepped back as he waited her for answer. A smile spread across his lips when the door opened to reveal Madison standing on the other side. “Awww look at you knowing all my favorite things,” he joked as he stepped inside and pressed a kiss on her cheek as a greeting. “Whiskey sounds great though,” he added as he walked further into her apartment. “How was your day? Bummed you didn’t nap with me?”

Her smile softened at his kiss before closing the door behind them and moving towards the kitchen. "So maybe I pay a little bit of attention," Madison pointed out with a shrug. She gestured him to the living room as she went about pouring him a glass and getting herself a glass of wine. "It was long and tiring and yes, I could have one hundred percent used a nap, but it was good. I'm officially all caught up from vacation and a holiday so it still goes down as a win." She passed Puck his drink and sat at the end of the couch, feet tucked up underneath her. "What about you? Survive all day hungover?"

Following her direction, he made his way into her living room and dropped down onto her couch. “You missed out on a chance to nap with me in the back room. That’s sad.” Smirking, he accepted the glass from her. Swirling it around, he took a long sip. “The perfect ending to a long ass day.” He shifted in his seat so he could face her properly. “Hangover disappeared after my icee and nap...so I definitely owe you one, McCarthy.” He reached out and patted her knee. “Oh that reminds me. I got you something.” He placed his glass on the coffee table before shifting to reach into his back pocket. “Some company sent me these hella realistic temp tattoos. Thought you’d be the perfect guinea pig since you want ink but aren’t sure what you want.” He spread the options out on the couch between them.

"Devastating. I may never recover," she teased. Madison leaned into the cushions as she listened to him, propping her elbow up and letting her head rest against her hand. "After all the icees you've left on my doorstep, I'm pretty sure I owed you at least one in return. That doesn't break the 'pretty girl buying you food thing,' does it? Am I in cahoots keeping secrets from your mom now?" She chuckled as she took a drink from her glass, eyeing the tattoos he sat out. It was far from a secret that Madison wasn't an impulsive person, especially when it came to decisions as permanent as a tattoo. She debated and changed her mind a lot, so the concept of trying it out? She was intrigued. "So is this just stick it on and grab a washcloth like when we were kids?" she asked, picking a design out of the bunch. "Not sure it's quite the same when it's not a Puck Puckerman original, but I'd still try it."

“Mmm I dunno. I don’t think an icee counts as food. Ma doesn’t have to know about that,” he joked as he leaned over to grab his glass. Puck took a sip as he watched her look over the designs he brought with him. He shook his head at her question and picked one of the temporary tattoos up. “No water needed. Apparently you peel the white part off then put it wherever you want the design and let it sit there for an hour before pulling the clear part off. And then like over the next day it gets darker and lasts for two weeks. So like…the ones we did as kids on steroids.” He dropped the tattoo on the couch. “You wanna put it somewhere naughty?” he asked with a smirk.

She listened intently to his directions, it was simple enough and a cool experiment on top of that. Her eyes rolled playfully at his suggestion of placement. "Oh see now I get it. Less of gift, more of a ploy to get my pants off," Madison joked. After taking another drink of wine, she reached to rest her glass out of the way and picked up the rest of the tattoos to stack on the coffee table. "You pick," she offered, holding her picked design out to him. "Wherever you want, so long as I don't have to take off my underwear."

“Busted,” he joked as he took a sip of his whiskey. He placed his glass on the coffee table before taking the design she picked out. “Damn it. Well there goes my first pick,” he replied with a chuckle. He leaned back and looked over Madison slowly. “It’s gotta balance out the rest of your tats.” Puck scooted over the couch to get closer to her. He held up the design to her neck in the same spot where his was located. “We could have matching neck tats.” Smirking, he softly traced the spot with his fingers. “Nah. This is definitely an bicep or thigh design. I’m thinking bicep.” Puck placed the design in the spot he wanted and nodded. “See. Looks good. You want me to do it?”

"I'm totally badass enough for a neck tattoo," she insisted with a straight face, though it didn't take long before she was chuckling at her own statement. But her head tipped slightly at his touch all the same. A deal was a deal, after all. Madison's focus after his fingers, watching as he placed the design over her skin. "I think it's perfect," she agreed with a nod, reaching to tuck up her sleeve so it would stay out of way. She met his eyes for a moment and nodded. "Two week commitment. Totally ready."

“Two week commitment. Let’s do it,” he said. Puck focused on peeling the back off of the tattoo. Licking his lower lip, he carefully placed the ink on the proper spot, taking his time to even it out. “I think we’re good,” he muttered as he ran his thumb over it slowly. “Leave in on for an hour and then you can peel the plastic off.” He sat up and grabbed his drink. “I hope you don’t like it too much…it’ll put me out of business.” Instead of moving back to the other end of the couch, he stayed close to her and took a sip of his drink. “How’s little man? He singing Fleetwood Mac yet?”

"If I like it too much, I'll come have you make it permanent, obviously," she pointed out, lifting her arm a little to look over the design now that it was in place. "It would be cool if you could do these with your own designs though. Give people a test run, you know?" Madison shifted her attention back to Puck, comfortable being settled close to him. "No singing yet, though he's probably more likely to sing Baby Mine than Fleetwood," she pointed out. "He was difficult this week though, I think vacation threw him off his rhythm. Disney hangover or something," she said, huffing a little laugh. "Probably just misses you, honestly. It's been like three weeks since he's seen you."

“That would be really cool. Maybe I can see if they have like a printer or something where I can print out whatever magic temp ink thing this is,” he said as he ran his thumb over the plastic cover her arm once more. Finishing the rest of his whiskey, he placed the empty glass on the coffee table before leaning back into the couch. “No Fleetwood? Have you not been playing Rumours for him on repeat? How’s he gonna learn Dreams if he doesn’t hear it 50 times a day?” he joked as he draped his arm along the back of the couch. “I miss him too. If you ever need me to babysit let me know. Ya know if you need another night eating out Kenna without me around.” He nudged her leg playfully with his knee.

She rolled her eyes dramatically at his pseudo complaint. "It's not no Fleetwood, it's just dramatically less. He may only be five months old but he definitely has his favorite songs," she reasoned. Madison dropped her head at his comment about Kenna, biting her tongue as she mulled over a response. "It's a good scratch to the itch, you know? It's no drama, just... friends getting each other off," she explained. "But next time I promise, I'll make sure you're home so you can at least get a good audio out of it."

“Hey I get it. I know all about friends getting each other off. It’s a good arrangement as long as it stays that way. No feelings involved because that’s when shit gets messy.” He couldn’t help but laugh at her offer. “Yes. Please do. I need something for my spank bank,” he joked. Puck grabbed his empty glass and glanced at hers before standing up. Leaning down over her, he got centimeters away from her lips. “Or maybe next time you just ask me to scratch your itch,” he muttered softly before taking the glass out of her hand and standing up. “I’ll get us some refills.” Smirking, he made his way over to the bottles to pour them new drinks before returning to her side. Handing her the new drink, he leaned back in the couch once more. “How are things with Ben? Still trying to win you back?”

Her head shook at his comments, not surprised by them at the least. What did surprise her was the way Puck crowded in her space, teasing her with the idea of hooking up. She wasn't sure what the surprise of it was. They'd danced around the topic for months, conversations full of flirting and innuendo. Maybe it was how direct he was, feeling the warmth of his presence. Regardless, she was sure her reaction had been audible, and she could feel the heat in her cheeks as he walked away. Madison cleared her throat as if trying to rid the moment. She took the glass with a quiet thanks and took a sip as she shrugged. "I think so? Probably? I mean he's fine. He still comes over every morning and gets Gabe ready for daycare. We usually do a family dinner like one night a week. But if he's trying to win me back I just feel like he's going about it wrong? All we ever really talk about is Gabe and then he does something random like buy me a day pass for a spa. Like... gifts will win me back?" she mused, shrugging a little. "Don't get me wrong, I like gifts. But it's definitely not enough."

Puck took a long sip of his whiskey as he listened to her talk about what Ben had been up to. His fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of her hair. He couldn’t help but chuckle at Ben’s attempts to woo her. It sounded like something he would’ve attempted to smooth things over with a girl in high school. “Gifts are definitely good,” he agreed. “I think Ben’s biggest issue is that he still doesn’t understand what he did wrong. And if he doesn’t get what went wrong then how is he ever gonna fix it, ya know?” He shrugged as he took another sip of his drink. “But don’t listen to me. Because I’m always going to think you deserve better than a Puckerman.” Smirking, he wrapped her hair around his finger.

“It’s just gonna miraculously happen, obviously,” she explained, shaking her head of it. She pursed her lips as she mulled over his statement, drank from her glass again, then met his gaze. Madison studied his face for a moment before moving to tuck her hair behind her ear. Her fingers trailed down the strand until they met his, closing around them and settling their hands in her lap. “You say that a lot, you know. Almost as often as I hear you order whiskey. Better than a Puckerman,” she echoed. “And yet here you are. Ignoring your own opinion.”

He smiled softly at her as he let her pull his hand away from her hair and into her lap. Sighing at her words, he turned his hand over in hers to interlace their fingers. “Nah. You’ll always deserve better than a Puckerman. I see you with someone smart. Someone who like...graduated college. Has family money. And a boat...he definitely has a boat,” he joked as he squeezed her hand softly. “I’m just your stupidly attractive tattoo artist that you like to look at when you need a lunch buddy or drinking buddy obviously.” Lifting their joined hands, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “And I’m always happy to oblige,” he added with a wink. Dropping their hands back into her lap, he took another sip on his drink before moving her arm to look at the tattoo. “It’s definitely getting darker.”

Her thumb slid slowly over the back of his hand as he described her supposed destiny. "A boat, huh?" she mused with a smirk. "Is that in hopes of me texting you like I did on my last boat trip?" Madison frowned slightly at his over simplification of their bond. Yes, that was how they spent most of their time together, but it was more than that, wasn't it? "Better be careful with that word 'buddy,' some people might confuse it for you saying we're *friends*," she warned playfully. Her eyes followed his to the darkening ink and nodded. "You know if all tattoos were this painless, you'd probably have a lot more business."

Puck nodded eagerly at her accusation. “Oh 100%. You should always tell me when you’re wet...even if it was a dare,” he responded with a smirk. A chuckle fell from his lips as she brought up his aversion to the word ‘friend’. “Puck Puckerman has no friends. Obviously. Don’t tell your brother he’d be crushed.” His hand squeezed hers softly as he finished off his drink. “If all tattoos were that painless then I wouldn’t be into tattoos at all. I like the pain. Pain is fun,” he said as he leaned down and bit her shoulder playfully. “It’s getting late. I should get out of your hair,” he muttered as he placed a kiss on the bite mark. “Walk me to the door?”

She could only shake her head at his replies, her laugh all but a scoff. "You might be the only person who'd get me to keep secrets from Mason," she told him earnestly. Madison dropped his hand and swatted at him when he bit at her. "Ow hey! I opted for painless today," she reminded with a chuckle, gesturing to the design on her arm. She pushed Puck back gently and stood up, placing her glass on the coffee table before reaching for his hand and tugging to pull him to his feet. "Such a long way, you might get lost, huh?" she teased, leading the few steps over to the door. "Will I see you tomorrow at Kass' thing?"

“Oh don’t act like you don’t also enjoy pain,” he joked back as he let her move him. Taking her hand, he stood up and followed her to the front door. “I mean I am pretty dumb. I’d get lost in a fucking closer probably.” Puck nodded his head at her question. “I’ll be there. Not playing but I’ll be there to drink her alcohol and eat her food.” He opened the front door and leaned against it for a moment. “We should do this more often.” Leaning back into the apartment, he cupped her face and softly pressed his lips against hers. “Night, beautiful,” he muttered into the kiss before pulling away to leave.

"Party pooper," she teased, "you and I could have paired up and solved the whole thing." She looked up at him as they stood in the doorway. Madison knew it was time to let the night end and her pillow was certainly calling her name, but it didn't mean she wanted it to. There was surprise at his kiss, but she didn't shy away from it, letting her hand reach up to hang gently on his wrist and hold him there if just a moment longer. Licking her lips as Puck pulled away, her eyes met his and she nodded. "We should definitely do that more often," she agreed. "Goodnight, Puck."

[blackskiesbeautifultimes]

Bash had known all of that all along, and so he was always careful not to injure her more. It helped, having been there for all of her most vulnerable moments, some that even Francis hadn't been, so that he could understand, could offer unwavering support and protection. Though Francis had sired John by the time Mary had finally allowed him to be her lover again he was already in such poor health that it was very possible he wouldn't have been able to provide her with any heirs.

Bash nodded, "we can escape for a little while, indulge in our marriage and our lives," he studied her softly as she admitted she hadn't known "perhaps it was more pride on my end. I hadn't...well there wasn't anyway the child could have been mine. Kenna and I hadn't shared a bed for quite some time before she fell pregnant. I didn't really want people to know that I wasn't being invited to my wife's bed, until after she was already with child. But let that ease your mind...any child we have would be my first." He let her touch him, not afraid of her affection and more open to it than his brother often had been. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, "I still mean what I said when we first married, if all I ever have is you that's more than enough"

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 “It just takes time with some women is all,” He assured, “And my mother always said children don’t like to follow stress which you’ve been under alot of, almost constantly.” He remembered her loss and how it had torn she and Francis apart for quite awhile. However, she was wrong about his situation, Kenna’s child wasn’t his. He kissed her forehead softly, “It may just help to get away from court for a  time, allow yourself to relax, though I know that’s difficult for you given all your responsibilities.” He wasn’t Francis, if they failed to have children he would never blame her, most of his life he’d never wanted them. Then he’d taken in Pascal and then Kenna had feigned that he had fathered her child, at least publicly, “That child wasn’t mine….” He admitted quietly as if he knew that the thought of his having a child was weighing on her mind. 

Part of Mary didn’t know what to say as she listened to him. He was wise and that was something she was grateful for but part of her couldn’t help but to compare herself to others, Lola, Kenna, even Greer had all had a child or were going to and she was the one that had and still needed to produce an heir and couldn’t. That one pregnancy had done more damage than she cared to admit because she had come to doubt herself and that doubt never really left. She always tried to be okay with whatever reaction other’s had, even Bash, at her failure but it hurt to think that she would be a disappointment to everyone. “I hope you’re right though that doesn’t bode well for me. Maybe if all I had to worry about what my ladies do than I would be able to have a child. Perhaps I place too much pressure on myself but all of Scotland is looking for an heir,” she mumbled softly, hating to bring any of this up. “I would like to get away, we have a castle in the countryside where no one can bother us,” she offered gently. Looking at him when he said that Kenna’s child wasn’t his made her sad for him but angry at Kenna. “I…didn’t know…though it shouldn’t surprise me that Kenna never bothered to tell the truth before she left. I’m sorry Bash,” she moved cup his cheek, tentative because she didn’t want to do something that he didn’t want.

[viscountessevie]

America Singer Week Day 2: America and Family

Someone Like You Pt. 4

11 years later, we were still blissfully married. It was a bumpy first few years. The wedding had gone splendidly but the strain between him and America was still tensed but it was slowly getting better as Maxon and I wear them down. The bumps came with a lack of a bump from me. A few years after we had settled down, we discussed the prospects of having children. We started to try but failed and when we visit a doctor, I was told I was barren. I refused to talk to anyone for months after that, it put a slight strain on our relationship. Eventually I recovered my slump and was simply appreciative that I was with the man I loved and I was finally free to do what I wanted. After we were married, I started singing and was catapulted to the top after Eadlyn and Ahren had me perform at their 13th birthday party. Soon everyone was booking me for events and parties. I gained even more popularity when I opened for Choosing Yesterday’s tour. This was around the time Kota gained international exposure. He was able to line up his tour with mine so that we could travel together.

That's been our main activity for the last few years, travelling. Even after our tours ended, we travelled far and wide to exotic places, it was like having a never ending vacation. We were so caught up with travelling and selling Kota’s sculptures which had recently become insanely popular in New Asia, that we weren't able to check in with what was happening in Angeles. We were devastated when the news of America’s heart finally reached us a full two weeks after it had occurred. We quickly dropped everything to fly back to Angeles. He had cried to me the whole plane ride home. I rocked him back and forth to calm him down and let him lie on my lap as I soothingly ran my fingers through his hair. He sobbed to me how he was so terrified of losing his little sister. They may no longer be as close as they used to be but she was still his favourite little sister and he would have died a little inside if she was taken from him. As he let it all out, I remembered when Kenna passed away. He locked himself in a room and he wouldn't even talk to me. For a while I felt this was his way of getting back at me when I shut myself away because I couldn't have kids. Then I realised he needed time to grieve by himself and I was always going to be here for him when he needed me.

Just like that passing years ago, I was going to be here for him. Even if we didn't actually lose America, it was a close call. We arrived at Angeles just in time to find out that Eadlyn’s Selection had come to a close. It was even more shocking still when we discovered that her future husband wasn't even in her original pool of suitors. My husband has sobered up from his crying and gave a half smirk at the news.

“Only a Singer would do that.” I nodded in agreement. On the way home, he was in his mood. It was when you could see the gears shifting around in his mind. This usually occurred when he had an idea for a new sculpture but now I could tell it was a different idea altogether. We were rather jet lagged from the plane ride so I decided to sleep it off but Kota decided to stay up to work on his new idea.

The next morning he was drowning himself in coffee to stay awake since he was up all night. I told him he could stay at home if he was too tired. His health came first. He shook his head and mumbled something along the lines of him wanting to do this right. He wasn't making much sense but I was just going to wait for him to tell me as he eventually does. When we arrived at the Palace, we were given the routine security checks before being cleared to visit America.

“Ames!” He tackled her the moment he saw her. Maxon, America and I were all alarmed when he did that. It seemed so unlike him but I suppose he couldn't bear to lose another sister. I mouthed Kenna as a form of explanation. America patted his back awkwardly and assured him that she was better. She looked awfully uncomfortable so I had to pry my husband from her.

“There is no need to suffocate your sister, Koko.”

The awkwardness didn't quite ease when we stayed for lunch. America kept sneaking looks at Kota as if trying to figure out his agenda. I had no idea how times I had to explain to her that he was a better person now. Some things never change so I just let it be. I had the pleasure of meeting Eikko and I giddily approved to Eadlyn. He was dashing and well-spoken. While I was getting acquainted with the newest member of the family, Kota was in his own little world. Except he seemed to be examining the Dining Hall. I nudge him and ask if something is wrong. He shrugged and replied that it was for a new project so I leave it as it was.

We soon bid the family goodbye and head back to the cottage.

“You want to tell what that was about and why you were up all night last night?” He grinned wildly like he was finally able to tell his secret. He excitedly pulled me into his studio. He brought out samples of proposals as I read through them, I realised what he was working on. It was no sculpture or a piece of art, it was so much more than that.

We worked hard at it; drawing up more proposals and contacting contractors to bring our proposals to life. We moved to Carolina for that year to oversee all the construction. We coordinated everything from the remodelling and renovation to electricity and inhabiters. We even enlisted in the help of Kile Woodwork to design a layout through video call since my darling niece had banished him to Bonita. The poor boy.

Our hard work and teamwork paid off a whole year later. We flew the family to Carolina for America’s 38th birthday.  While the house was done up by the renovators and construction workers, Kota and I handled the interior designing with the help of May who aided in painting her beautiful murals. We wanted it to have our own personal touch. We coloured its exterior a bright strawberry colour after America’s favourite dessert. The interior was painted a sky blue like her eyes and it has been said that blue was a calming colour. May’s talent came in when she painted strawberry tarts as a wallpaper. She also painted constellations on the ceilings. The place was perfect. We brought America over with a blindfold over her eyes. We wanted to keep her in suspense until the last minute. Everyone else gasped when they saw it. This only made my sister-in-law even more excited finally we pulled off her blindfold and she gasped.

“Our house…” She whispered. Kota shyly put his hands in his pockets and looked at his shoes humbly. I had to take the lead because he was bashful of what he had accomplished.

“The house was still in his name and since we were living in Angeles, he decided to make good use of it. After your heart attack he knew exactly what to do. This was all Koko’s idea even if he doesn't want say so.” I beamed proudly at him. America walks over to hug him and I faintly hear her whisper her thanks. We all lined up in a line to stare up at the plaque, naming the renovated Singer house.

The America Singer Care Home for Children

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[thebcstard]

"INTERRUPTION" (kenna)

31. your muse walks in on mine in a compromising position

bash had just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist when the girl had fallen and landed against bash. making him stumble back a few paces, into the the wall in attempts to steady both himself and her. his hands gripped her waist and he looked at her, to check any sign of injury, before he could ask if she was okay he noticed another walk in. his eyes widened when he realized the position he was in could be very misleading. “no- wait! kenna, it’s not as though it seems.” @xtheladykenna

[forbescaroline]

TOP 100 SHIPS OF ALL TIME: #58. sebastian de poitiers and lady kenna (reign)

[forbescaroline]

MAKE ME CHOOSE ► anonymous asked: bash/kenna or greer/leith I know you were handed to me like some object, a punchline for what we both thought was a cruel joke. But this marriage is no longer something that happened to me. You are what I want, and I want to come back to you.