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The Weight Of Names

Nikolai Lantsov x female reader (Takes place before Siege and Storm)

You fell in love with Sturmhold, a sarcastic, witty, privateer. Not Prince Nikolai Lantsov of Ravka.

Warnings: ANGST, heartbreak, betrayal, identity deception, emotional fallout. (Let me know if I forgot anyting).

Word Count: 4.6k

The first time you met Sturmhond, he saved your life with a wink and a canon blast.

The day had begun like all the others aboard the Meritka, gray, salty, and stifled by the scent of too many men and not enough truth. The sky hung low with the weight of a coming storm, but it wasn’t the weather that would nearly kill you.

It was them, the Kerch.

Your employer, a merchant rat with ink-stained hands and a penchant for backroom deals, had been screaming at you for what felt like hours. His voice was sharp, nasal, laced with spittle and desperation as he hurled accusations you couldn’t begin to defend against. The cargo was gone, vanished, and he needed someone to blame.

You, the expendable, foreign dockhand who asked too many questions and trusted too few.

The guards came next—silent, expressionless, brutal in that efficient Kerch way. Their hands were already closing around your arms, leather gloves pinching your skin as you struggled. The deck tilted beneath your boots, the sea rising like it wanted to swallow you whole. Somewhere in the distance, someone laughed, and you hated how helpless you felt.

You weren’t guilty.

But Kerch never cared for innocence unless it could be sold.

Your mind blurred, panic setting in like frostbite. You were going to be dragged below, beaten, locked away, or worse. You opened your mouth to shout—to protest, to beg, but the words never made it out.

Because the sky exploded.

It wasn’t thunder.

It was something worse, a deafening crack that split the air open, followed by the whine of metal and a pressure wave that sent bodies scattering like matchsticks. The guards around you were thrown off their feet, the deck itself groaning with the impact.

You blinked through the smoke, ears ringing, the world tilting violently as splinters rained down from above. Someone screamed. Another cursed. Blood hit your cheek, hot and terrifyingly close.

And then came his voice.

Smooth. Sharp. Effortlessly amused.

“Such a waste of a beautiful hostage,” the man said, and though his words were light, the power behind them was anything but.

He emerged through the smoke like something conjured, like a trick of your imagination if your imagination were capable of inventing danger wrapped in velvet. He stood tall, hands gloved, coat flaring behind him in shades of emerald and gold that somehow hadn’t picked up a speck of ash. He moved like he had all the time in the world, like explosions were an afterthought, like this entire scene had been orchestrated for him, and maybe it had.

You couldn’t look away.

His grin was too sharp, too bright, like it had been carved from some divine mischief. His eyes were a storm in themselves—clever, calculating, cutting through the chaos to land squarely on you. You should have been afraid.

You weren’t.

You were furious, and stunned, and alive, somehow still alive.

“Sturmhond,” someone breathed nearby, low and reverent and terrified.

You knew the name. Everyone did.

Sturmhond. Privateer, pirate, provocateur. A Ravkan myth given flesh. They said he sailed the True Sea with a ship no one could catch, that he hired Grisha and charmed his enemies into surrendering without lifting a blade. They said he had secrets in every port and a smile that could buy him out of any war.

They didn’t say he looked at people like that. Like he knew them already.

You realized, vaguely, that your knees had gone weak.

You stumbled to stand, heart pounding, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The guards were still on the ground, either dead or unconscious. The merchant had fled, face ghost-pale, his voice swallowed by the panic.

And him?

He strode toward you, stepping over bodies like they were little more than driftwood. When he reached you, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes raking over you, not in the crude way you’d come to expect from men in ports, but like he was assessing you. Measuring something behind your eyes.

“Name?” he asked, simply.

Your lips were cracked, blood on your cheekbone from the blast. You were trembling, raw with adrenaline. But you still managed to lift your chin.

“…Y/N,” you rasped.

The corner of his mouth lifted in approval. “Lovely,” he murmured. Then, louder: “Welcome aboard, Y/N.”

You blinked, stunned. “Aboard what?”

He just winked. “The winning side.”

And that was it. No explanation. No negotiation. No apologies for tearing your life in two.

You should have walked away. You should have run. You should have stayed angry.

But when he offered you his hand, still warm from battle, you took it.

You didn’t know then that it was a deal struck in shadow. That his name was only a costume. That the truth behind it could hurt more than any cannon fire ever would.

You should have known.

Nothing that good comes without a cost.

And Sturmhond? He was the kind of man you didn’t survive loving.

Not without bleeding for it.

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Weeks bled into months. You learned the ropes, and you learned him.

You didn’t know who he was. Not truly. Not yet. But you knew enough.

You knew the way his hands gripped the helm when the winds turned sharp and the sky burned orange with sunset. You knew how his eyes flicked toward the crew—not with suspicion, but with quiet, constant care. You knew that his mind never stilled, always calculating: the shape of the waves, the tilt of the sails, the precise angle to fire a grappling hook in a storm.

He was reckless. Brilliant. Maddening.

A storm in human form, charming and cunning and untouchably alive.

Sturmhond commanded like he breathed, easily, instinctively, without the need to prove himself. He could sketch sea currents on the back of a napkin with one hand and flirt shamelessly with the other. He was always speaking, plans, stories, schemes, nonsense, and yet somehow, when you spoke, he listened. Really listened, like your words were gold and your silences worth more.

You swore he had salt in his blood, wind braided into his very bones. As if he wasn’t born so much as summoned by the sea.

And you?

You didn’t mean to fall for him.

It started slowly. As all impossible things do.

In the quiet.

In the nights when the sky stretched endless above you and he leaned beside you at the rail, telling you stories that couldn't possibly be true, but you wanted them to be, just because he was the one telling them. Tales of monsters in the Unsea, of skyships that hadn’t yet been built, of Grisha who could bend light into music.

He had the stars memorized. Not just their names, any sailor could manage that, but their movements, their rhythms. He spoke of them like old friends, like they whispered things only he could hear.

And sometimes, he’d speak of names.

Of his name.

Or at least, the one he wore.

“I could be a prince or a pauper,” he murmured once, his voice low and raw from wind and salt and too many unsaid things. His eyes were distant, pinned to some horizon even he couldn’t reach. “Would it matter if the sea loves me all the same?”

You turned to him, unable to stop the small smile that pulled at your lips. “You’d be a terrible prince.”

That made him laugh. Not one of his usual, golden, performative laughs, the kind he gave to his crew or enemies or strangers in taverns.

This one was smaller. Quieter. Honest.

“Oh,” he said, turning to you, eyes shining with amusement and something else, something dangerous, “I’d be the best kind of terrible.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart betrayed you. It twisted, pulled tighter, spun itself into knots. Because there was something beneath that smile, beneath all of it, something you couldn’t name but felt all the same.

He brushed your shoulder lightly, fingertips grazing like wind over water, and it was nothing.

It was everything.

You told yourself it would pass. That this thing building between you was just proximity and adrenaline and the thrill of surviving one catastrophe after another.

But then there was the storm.

You’d never seen anything like it. Lightning that struck too close. Waves taller than the masts. A tear in the sky and water churning like it was alive. You’d been thrown from the deck, crashing into the rail, pain blooming in your side like fire. You didn’t remember blacking out, but you remembered waking.

And he was there.

Kneeling over you, soaked to the bone, hair clinging to his forehead, blood on his lip and worry in his eyes.

“Y/N,” he said, again and again like a prayer. “Stay with me. Stay—”

You tried to speak, but he cupped your face, hands trembling as he checked for wounds. And when your eyes finally opened fully, when you blinked through the pain and whispered his name.

He kissed you.

No pretense. No witty remark. No mischief in his mouth.

Just desperation. Just truth.

His lips were rough and warm, tasting of salt and rain and all the words he hadn’t dared say aloud. His hand cradled your jaw, the other still on your ribs, grounding you as the storm raged above.

You kissed him back.

Because what else could you do?

It was the kind of kiss that steals something you never get back. Not all at once. Just slowly. A piece here. A breath there. Until all the things you were before become someone else’s name on your tongue.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes searched yours, like he was already afraid of what it meant.

“Should’ve done that a long time ago,” he murmured.

You reached up, touching the cut on his cheek. “Took a storm to make you brave?”

His smile wavered, soft and small. “You make me more than brave.”

You didn’t say it aloud, but you knew, in that moment, if the sea swallowed you whole, it would be worth it.

Because of him.

Because somehow, against every warning and every instinct, you had fallen for a man without a name you truly knew.

And worse, you were starting not to care.

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It unraveled the night you followed him.

You hadn’t planned to. You weren’t the spying type, weren’t the jealous kind. At least, you hadn’t been, not until Sturmhond.

But something felt off that evening, something you couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore. The ship had docked in Os Kervo just before dusk, and the air was heavy with the scent of wet stone and seaweed, the streets pulsing with noise and motion. You’d barely had time to secure the manifests when you noticed him slipping away from the crew, quietly, deliberately, coat collar turned up, shadows clinging to his heels like secrets.

He hadn’t said a word to you.

Not even a glance.

That was the first thorn in your chest.

The second came when you watched him glance over his shoulder three times as he crossed into the city. A habit he never indulged unless something was wrong. Unless he was hiding something.

He disappeared into the crush of people. Just… vanished.

And your gut twisted.

Not with jealousy.

With instinct. With that deep, primal fear that takes root when something you love begins to slip from your grasp.

So you followed him.

You didn’t know what you expected, some reckless mission, some backdoor deal, some secret rendezvous he hadn’t wanted you involved in. Something dangerous, maybe. Even something selfish.

But not this.

The streets bled into alleys. Os Kervo's charm gave way to its darker veins, less cobbled paths, more shadows and shuttered windows, the scent of smoke and civility bleeding into something older. He walked like he knew the way, like he’d been there before.

Eventually, he turned down a long, gated lane and passed through a courtyard. You kept to the edges, your boots nearly silent, your breath held hostage in your throat.

And then you saw them.

The guards.

Not just sailors or mercenaries, soldiers. Men in pressed uniforms and polished boots, the gold and crimson of Ravka’s royal house gleaming on their sleeves.

You stopped dead in your tracks.

Your heart started pounding.

No. No.

This couldn’t be—

You crept further, body pressed against the cold stone wall of a manor that rose like a fortress from the fog. There were tall windows, ornate, expensive. Through one of them, you found a sliver of light, and you leaned forward carefully, just enough to see inside.

And what you saw nearly broke you.

Sturmhond.

But not your Sturmhond.

Not the man who shared his cloak with you during storm-wracked nights. Not the man who danced barefoot on the deck when the crew played fiddles. Not the man who kissed you with salt still on his lips and murmured your name like it steadied him.

This man stood taller. Straighter. Every movement deliberate, every gesture precise. He moved through a gilded room of polished floors and nobles draped in velvet, speaking in clipped, careful tones, nodding with restrained grace.

He wore a different coat, navy blue with golden trim.

And when he smiled, it was polite.

Not wicked. Not warm. Not real.

It was a stranger’s smile.

You stared, unblinking, heart crashing against your ribs like a ship against rocks.

And then it happened.

A man stepped forward, some noble, older, with the insignia of Ravkan military authority pinned to his chest.

And he bowed.

Bowed.

“Prince Nikolai,” he said with reverence.

And the man you loved, the man you thought you knew, smiled and inclined his head.

As if the name belonged to him.

As if he’d worn it all along.

You didn’t hear anything else after that.

The world stopped.

Time fractured.

Your breath left you in a silent, shattering exhale. Like a wound. Like someone had reached inside your chest and ripped something loose.

Prince.

Your mind scrambled, trying to make sense of it. Prince Nikolai Lantsov. You’d heard the name before, of course. Everyone had. A ghost prince, the golden boy of Ravka, soldier-turned-scholar-turned-politician. Rumors of brilliance, of ambition, of charm. A man cloaked in myth and riddled with contradictions.

You had never seen a portrait.

He’d made sure of that.

Your legs shook. Your hands curled into fists without meaning to.

How long?

How long had he lied to you?

Had it all been a game? A mask? A distraction to him?

Had every kiss been performed?

Every word chosen?

You’d told him things, things no one else knew. You’d given him your trust. Your loyalty. Your heart.

And he hadn’t even given you his name.

Your body moved before your mind could catch up, stumbling back from the window, heart screaming inside your ribcage.

You didn’t cry.

Not then.

You just stood there, in the dark, with the sound of his false name echoing in your skull.

Prince Nikolai Lantsov.

And you realized, he hadn’t just lied about who he was.

He’d lied about who you were to him.

Because someone who loved you, truly loved you, wouldn’t have let you fall in love with a mask.

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You found him the next night.

The sky was quiet, too quiet. No wind. No gulls. Just the slow, mournful rocking of the ship, as if the sea itself was holding its breath for what was coming.

Moonlight spilled across the deck like shattered glass, each silver shard cutting into you with every step you took. The boards creaked beneath your feet, old wood moaning beneath the weight of heartbreak and rage and something far worse, love that still hadn't died.

He was standing at the bow, staring out across the waves like he always did when he was trying to think or trying to forget. His coat fluttered faintly in the breeze, his hair haloed in moonlight.

He didn’t hear you approach. Or maybe he did, and just didn’t have the strength to turn.

You stopped a few feet away, your voice trembling as it broke the silence between you.

“I saw you.”

He turned. Slowly.

And the look in his eyes, the guilt, the resignation, the sorrow, was confirmation enough. You didn’t even need to say the rest.

But you did.

“In the manor,” you whispered, arms wrapped around yourself like you were trying to hold your soul inside. “They called you ‘prince.’”

He didn’t deny it.

Didn’t flinch. Didn’t make a single excuse.

He just sighed.

Not the sigh of someone annoyed or impatient. No, it was heavier than that. It was the sigh of a man who had carried too many lies for too long and had finally run out of hands to hold them.

“I was going to tell you,” he said, voice barely above the hum of the sea. “I swear to you, Y/N. I never meant for it to go this far.”

You laughed, but it cracked on its way out, twisted into something bitter and wet with grief.

“But it did.”

He closed his eyes, jaw clenched like it physically hurt to hear you say it.

You took a step closer, your voice sharper now, jagged with betrayal.

“You’re not who you said you were. You’re not a rogue or a privateer or the storm-made man who kissed me in the rain. You’re Nikolai Lantsov. The prince. The son of the King. You—you lied to me.”

Your voice broke then. Not just from anger.

From sorrow.

“Every moment,” you whispered. “Every word. Every night we spent together, everything between us was—”

“Not a lie,” he said, stepping forward. “Never that.”

His hands twitched at his sides like he wanted to reach for you but knew he’d lost the right.

“I may have hidden my name,” he said, eyes searching yours like a drowning man searches for land, “but you, what I felt for you, what I still feel, that was never pretend. I didn’t plan this. I didn’t expect you. But you... you made it all feel real again. Like I could breathe again.”

Your lip trembled. “You were going to leave, weren’t you?”

He hesitated.

And that was answer enough.

You took a step back, your arms wrapping tighter around yourself.

“Once your little mission was done, you were going to disappear. Wipe off the dirt, put on your crown, and leave me in the wake like some tavern girl you used to warm your bed.”

“No.” His voice cracked. “Gods, no. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay. With you. I thought, I thought maybe I could. Just for a while.”

“Just for a while,” you repeated hollowly. “Like I was something temporary.”

He flinched.

You could see the storm in him now, the one he’d always carried behind that sharp smile and clever tongue. But this time it wasn’t controlled. It was breaking.

“I wanted both,” he admitted, voice raw. “I wanted to be him, Sturmhond, and I wanted you. But I can’t have either. Not really. Not without a lie in between.”

“You don’t get to want,” you whispered, tears streaming freely now. “You’re a prince. And princes don’t get to be loved for who they really are. Because they never let anyone see who they are.”

Silence.

The kind that fills the lungs like water. The kind that drowns.

You stepped back again, the distance between you now greater than any sea could stretch.

And still, he looked at you like he would do anything to close it.

“I loved you,” you said, quietly. “Maybe I still do. But I don’t know who I loved.”

He opened his mouth. But there was nothing left to say.

No lie that could fix it.

No truth that could change it.

So you turned, your back to the only man who ever made you feel like home on the water. The only man who looked at you like you were more than a storm.

And he let you go.

Because princes never get to choose love.

Not even when they want to.

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You didn’t leave that night. You stayed. But things changed. You weren’t the same.

Something between you had splintered, quiet at first, like a crack in glass you couldn’t see unless the light hit it just right. And then slowly, unbearably, it began to spread.

The way you spoke to each other changed.

Words that once flowed like wind through sails became measured, careful, lined with hesitation. The way he used to lean into you during meals, shoulders brushing, fingers stealing yours beneath the table, that stopped. Or maybe you stopped it. Maybe you both did. Because even though your bodies still moved through the same spaces, they did so like ghosts, like two people haunting the memory of something they’d already lost.

He still looked at you, though.

Gods, he still looked at you. Like he was memorizing your face in case it slipped from his mind when he woke. Like he was still hoping you'd forgive him without him having to ask. And you tried, Saints, you tried, but every time his eyes met yours, all you could feel was that lie sitting between you like a loaded pistol.

And then, one morning, he came to you.

Not as the rogue you’d first fallen for.

Not as the man who once kissed you with a grin and whispered, “Let’s run away to a place with no flags.”

No.

He came as a prince.

He stood at the edge of the deck, golden sunlight catching on the medals at his chest, the Ravkan crest stitched proudly into his shoulder. His coat was royal blue, polished buttons gleaming like stars you couldn’t reach. He looked taller somehow, colder. Like he’d stepped into the skin he’d always known he’d have to wear and sealed himself inside.

And still, even like that, he was beautiful. Painfully so.

He swallowed when he saw you, the wind stirring his hair as he stepped forward.

“I have to go,” he said, quietly. Almost apologetically. Like saying it out loud turned the leaving into a sin.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t need to.

You already knew.

You’d known since the moment you saw him in that manor, standing among nobles and secrets. Since the first time his hand hesitated before reaching for yours. Since he stopped laughing quite so loudly, stopped looking at you like you were his escape.

“They need me,” he added, voice soft, but firm. Prince-like. Practiced. And still, somewhere beneath the polish, there was him. Sturmhond. Nikolai. The man who once taught you how to read the stars by lying beside you on the deck at midnight, pointing upward with wine-stained fingers.

And you?

You didn’t ask, What about me?

You didn’t say, Stay.

You didn’t beg.

You just nodded. One small, almost imperceptible movement. A single heartbeat of surrender.

His breath hitched.

He took another step, his hand rising, hovering, almost touching your cheek. You could feel the warmth of it, the hesitation, the ache. But it never made contact. He stopped himself. He always stopped himself now.

“If things were different,” he murmured, his voice breaking on the words, “I would have chosen you.”

For a moment, the world was silent.

No creak of sails.

No crash of waves.

Just you and him. And all the things that had never been said.

You looked up at him, and for the first time, you didn’t see Sturmhond, or the prince, or even the boy beneath both.

You just saw the man who had broken your heart, not with malice, not with cruelty, but with duty.

And maybe that was worse.

“If you’d really chosen me,” you said, voice barely more than a whisper, “things would be different.”

Your words sliced through the space between you, and you watched them land — watched him wilt beneath the truth of them. He didn’t try to argue. Didn’t chase after you with pretty words or tired apologies.

Because he knew.

And so did you.

So you turned.

And this time, he didn’t stop you.

You walked away, your steps steady, even as something inside you broke open wide and hollow.

You didn’t look back.

Because what would’ve been the point?

The love you’d shared had already been left behind — buried in the space between what could’ve been and what had to be.

And a prince, after all, never gets to keep what he loves most.

Not when it demands the one thing he can’t give:

Freedom.

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You heard of him weeks later.

Not from a letter. Not from a whisper on the wind meant only for you.

No, his name came to you like a wound reopened, through the careless voice of a merchant shouting headlines in the market square. A voice too loud, too eager, as if it didn’t know it was speaking someone’s heartbreak aloud.

“Prince Nikolai Lantsov returns!”

“The Bastard of the Second Army, now heir to the throne!”

“Seen at the side of the Sun Summoner herself, Ravka’s golden hope!”

You froze mid-step, your fingers tightening around the satchel at your hip until the leather creaked.

It didn’t feel real. Not at first.

Not until you turned, slowly, numbly, and saw the sketch tacked to the news board, half-faded and smudged with fingerprints, but still so unmistakably him.

Nikolai. Sturmhond.

The man who had once kissed you beneath the stars and said your name like a prayer.

There he was.

Cloaked in blue and gold, chin high, eyes distant. A stranger wrapped in silk and stories.

And beside him, her.

The girl with fire in her veins and light at her fingertips. The one legends would remember. The one who could shape the fate of a nation just by stepping into the sun.

The two of them standing shoulder to shoulder like they were carved from the same prophecy.

You stared at them until the world blurred around the edges, until all the air left your lungs like it had never belonged there in the first place.

You felt it then.

The storm.

But this time, it didn’t come from the sky. No lightning split the clouds. No thunder roared across the sea. There were no cannons or sails or daring escapes to pull you free.

No strong voice cracking a joke to make you laugh through your fear.

No outstretched hand in the smoke.

No him.

The storm was inside you.

And it was merciless.

It clawed at your ribs, tore through your chest like sails in a squall. It didn’t ask if you were ready. It didn’t care. It came without warning, without grace. Just raw, helpless rage and grief crashing in waves too high to bear.

You turned away from the board.

From the people.

From him.

And you walked. Fast. Then faster.

Until your breath caught.

Until your legs gave out and you stumbled into an alley, pressing your back to the stone wall as the first sob cracked free from your throat. Then another. And another.

You bit your fist to muffle it, but the pain was already there, blooming too wide to be contained.

He had left you.

Not just behind, but out.

You were not in the story now. Not in the tale the world would tell. There would be no songs sung of the girl he nearly loved. No memory of you in the corridors of his palace. No trace of your laughter in the legend of the golden prince and his glowing saint.

Just silence.

Just you.

Alone with the truth no bard would ever write:

That he had once chosen you in secret, and left you behind in the light.

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an: I hope you enjoyed it!! Should I do rewrite it from his pov? I feel like that would be so fun. Anyways I literally was binge watching shadow and bone when I came up with idea and I started writing immediately. Let me know if you have any ides for storys <3

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raz-writes-the-thing · 2 years ago

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second masterlist

this masterlist is closed (has hit the link limit). please see masterlist masterpost for more works.

fandoms are in alphabetical order.

BAD SAMARITAN

Cale Erendreich x Reader

Headcanons

Cale NSFW Alphabet 18+

Cale x GN!Reader comfort HCs

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Violent in Nature - (Cale Erendreich x FTM!Reader)

Cale catches you doing something you shouldn't be.

Eight-Legged Horror - (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader)

There's an eight-legged horror in your lunchbox. Cale is not impressed with your response to it.

Not The Bamboo Sheets - (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader) 18+

Cale has some bratty behaviour to correct.

Focus Please - (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader)

Cale takes care of you when you get a nosebleed.

What's For Dinner? (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader)

Cale catches you eavesdropping on his phone call.

BOYS (THE)

Billy Butcher x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Something New - (Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader) 18+

Slapping Billy doesn't go the way you think it would.

Little Kreature - (Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader)

The mission goes well and Butcher's found a surprise for you.

Soldier Boy x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

My Command - (Soldier Boy x GN!Reader)

Soldier Boy knows just how to push your buttons.

BROADCHURCH

Alec Hardy x Reader

Headcanons

Alec Hardy NSFW Alphabet 18+

Alec Comfort HCs

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

A Reception Worth The Miss - (Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader) 18+

You were pretty far from where the ceremony had taken place by now and you were sure you were probably missing the opening bits of the reception.

New Years - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

Neither of you have had a New Years kiss before- it's time that changed.

Gallery Shenanigans - (Alec Hardy x Masc!Reader) 18+

Alec gives you a handjob in the art gallery bathrooms

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Beanpole Icepack - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

Alec runs cold. You run hot. Match made in heaven.

Ask Me Again In The Morning - (Alec Hardy x Masc!Reader)

Alec's drunk when he confesses his feelings for you.

The Way You Taste - (Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader) 18+

Alec loves the way you taste.

Nip To The Park - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

Alec discovers your newest yappy crime.

DOCTOR WHO

Missy x GN!Reader hcs 18+

Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

The Opposite Effect - (Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

Was it a mistake riling the two of them up? Possibly. Will you do it again? Most definitely.

A Little Paradox Never Hurt Nobody - (Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader) 18+

It's been six months since Eleven joined you both, and it's safe to say things have escalated a little.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Keep 'Er Steady - (Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

It's about time you learnt how to fly the TARDIS

Tenth Doctor x Tentoo x GN!Reader

Headcanons

NSFW general headcanons

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Headcanons

NSFW ALPHABET

Ten with shy singing reader

Dark!Ten aftercare HCs

Ten x AFAB!GN!Reader eating out hcs 18+

Ten x Tall!GN!Reader HCs

Ten x Short!GN!Reader HCs

Subby!Ten x GN!Reader HCS 18+

Full Length Fics (600 words plus)

Need A Ride? - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

You’d fucked him many times, of course, but never like this. Never on top.

Oval Office Adjacent - (Dark!Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

The Doctor gets a little jealous when an alien race turns its carnal sights on you.

Unbidden - (Dark!Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

The Doctor's gone too far this time.

Sometimes All We Need Is A Good Cry - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

It's all in the title, babes

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Worth It - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

It might be time to reflect on the choices that brought you here.

Devoid of Attention - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor is oblivious as per usual.

The Whole Time - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor finds your love letters.

Fun Tonight - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

Overstimulation with the Doctor

Mine - (Dark!Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader) 18+

Dark!Ten would do anything to keep you with him.

Not For Lack of Squirming - (Dark!Ten x GN!Reader) 18+

Oral with Dark!Ten

Merry Christmas, Doctor - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor plans a Christmas holiday

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Still Out There - (Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader)

There were few things you’d never seen by this point, but the Doctor crying? That was definitely not something you’d seen before.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Do It Together - (Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader)

Prompt: “When have I ever been wrong? … except about women. Generally.”

Unplanned Surprise - (Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader)

You have an unplanned surprise to tell the Doctor about.

President of the World - (Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader)

You don't believe the Doctor when he tells you he's President of the World.

Twelfth Doctor x Reader

Headcanons

Twelfth Doctor NSFW Alphabet

Full-length Fics (600 words plus)

Decidedly Not A Design Flaw - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+

The Doctor catches you fantasising about his hands.

No More Leaking - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor discovers you're not sleeping well.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Magazine Florets - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader)

Catch and release prompt "animals"

Unofficial Fifth Member of the Beatles - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader)

the Doctor has a new and unexpected accessory.

Terrible Idea - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor catches you watching Jurassic Park. Again.

Better? - (Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor comes to realise his lack of physical affection has been having more of an impact than he thought.

GOOD OMENS

Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader

Headcanons

Reader with long hair HCs

Aziraphale x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Sinning With Lust - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader) 18+

Aziraphale catches you reading a spicy novel.

New Year's Kiss - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader)

Aziraphale asks to be your New Year's kiss.

Scar Tissue - (Aziraphale x FTM!Reader)

It's been one year since your top surgery.

Snowed In - (Aziraphale x GN/GF!Reader)

It's time you came out to Aziraphale as genderfluid.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Very Entertaining - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader)

Aziraphale cannot fathom why you enjoy horror movies so much

Spent and Sated - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader) 18+

Aziraphale knows you can take one more load.

Crowley x Reader

Headcanons

Reader with period HCs

Karaoke with Crowley HCs

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

You Didn't Say The Magic Word - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

Crowley isn't the biggest fan of your house guest.

First Picnic - (Crowley x Fem!Reader) 18+

You talk Crowley into going on a picnic date with you.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

An Unexpected Cosplay - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

Crowley is small, and a pain in your ass.

Talk To Me - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

Crowley never fails to comfort you when you need it. Particularly when your mother is involved.

The Way You Look Tonight (Crowley x GN!Reader)

You might be sick, but you'll be damned if you don't get this dance.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Headcanons

Daemon x Masc!Knight!reader hcs

Full-Length fics (600 words plus)

A Fruit So Sweet - (Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader)

Daemon's noticed you before, and tonight he makes his first move.

Something In The Way - (Daemon Targaryen x GN!Reader) 18+

You reflect on the way Daemon touches you.

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader

One-Shots (600 words plus)

Gaze of the Moon - (GN!Reader)

You and your wife, Princess Rhaenyra steal a moment of peace together as you prepare for the coming birth of your child.

MARVEL

Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

Headcanons

Venom x GN!Reader Relationship HCs

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Is That A Promise? - (Eddie Brock/Venom x GN!Reader)

Telling you about Venom does not go entirely how Eddie planned.

Naughty Thoughts - (Eddie Brock/Venom x Fem!Reader) 18+

Venom discovers your dirty thoughts about him and his tongue.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Sweet Like Chocolate - (Venom x GN!Reader)

Venom's enjoys it when you're his host.

Safe Together - (Venom x GN!Reader)

Venom has a confession to make to you.

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

A Hug? - (Loki Laufeyson x GN!Reader)

You ask Loki for a hug. He's very Loki about it.

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

Ed Teach/Blackbeard x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

On Your Knees, Love - (Ed Teach x GN!Reader) 18+

You find out Ed has a thing for having his hair played with.

Stede Bonnet x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Show Business - (Stede Bonnet x GN!Reader)

Stede is teaching you a thing or two about piracy.

PRODIGAL SON

Martin Whitly x Reader

Headcanons

Martin Whitly NSFW Alphabet

Giving Martin head after dinner hcs 18+

Martin Whitly x GN!Reader Snuggle HCs

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Study Bunny - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader) 18+

You ride Martin's thighs.

Doctor's Orders - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader)

You're feeling unwell. Good thing there's a doctor on hand.

SIX OF CROWS / SHADOW AND BONE

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Passing The Baton - (Kaz Brekker x GN!Reader)

To your knowledge, your crush on Kaz is unrequited. Apparently, this is not the case.

Paying Attention - (Kaz Brekker x GN!Reader)

You're a little clueless, but the Crows are trying their best to get you to see the light.

Heated Gaze - (Kaz Brekker x GN!Reader) 18+

Kaz likes to watch you play with yourself.

SUPERNATURAL

Team Free Will x Reader

One-Shots (600 words plus)

Monthly Pity Party - (AFAB!GN!Reader)

Your cramps are kicking your ass this month, though you do wish the boys would quit throwing pity parties for you.

Castiel x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Sudden Appearances Make For Good Times - GN!Reader 18+

Castiel learns his best moves from the pizza man.

Casifer x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

The Odd Cuddle - (GN!Reader)

Flirty Casifer cuddles. That's it, that's the fic.

Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester x Reader (no Wincest)

One-Shots (600 words plus)

Anything You Need - (GN!Reader)

The boys discover you've been having some... unpleasant thoughts.

Dean Winchester x Reader

One-Shots (600 words plus)

Cute As A Button (AFAB!GN!Reader) 18+

smut prompt based on the word "button."

A Very Bisexual Revelation (Cis!Masc!Reader) 18+

Dean Winchester's never had trouble with the ladies, but this is brand new territory for him.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Hurricane Dean - (Dean Winchester x GN!Reader)

All Dean wants is a vacation. If only the MOTW would allow such a thing.

Sam Winchester x Reader

One-Shots (600 words plus)

Bored and in Need of Entertainment - (GN!Reader)

You're bored and it's Sam's turn to entertain you.

Polish and Shine - (GN!Reader)

Sam chews on his nails a lot. Too much. You come up with a plan to break the habit.

WALKING DEAD (THE)

Negan Smith x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Not Part of the Plan - (Negan Smith x GN!Reader)

Negan discovers that you've been sent to spy on the Sanctuary

A Good Show - (Negan Smith x (cis)Masc!Reader) 18+

Negan likes a good show. He also likes seeing you handle Lucille. Match made in heaven.

#doctor who #marvel #masterlist #second masterlist #shadow and bone #six of crows #ofmd #our flag means death #good omens #broadchurch #bad samaritan #the boys #the walking dead #house of the dragon #supernatural

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➡ gold rush masterlist.

here you can find all content for the gold rush universe, a nikolai lantsov fanfiction featuring anya kamenev, an original character. their story is told through a series of connected one-shots and is cross-posted on ao3.

─── summary: She calls herself Anya Kamenev, the future Duchess of Balakirev. It doesn't matter where she comes from, or where she goes ━ there will always be a child named Nastya in her heart, a little girl with grubby hands and a sweet smile, the kind who climbs trees and runs, giggling, through the rose garden. They call her soldier. Nobility doesn't save you from the draft, and Anya would sooner be an army grunt than the alternative. If she must go to war, then she'll do it well ━ for this country that sits in her gut like a stone, for the family who will always be proud of her, always, until the first day she makes a man bleed without a weapon in her hands. She'll swallow that secret until the day she dies. Let her be a soldier. He calls her darling. The only one to know the truth of her, the only man who looked at her with gentle eyes and swore he'd give up his throne just to spend forever in her arms. But they are both too smart to be so naive ━ their country is an open wound, and the pair of them have duties to fulfil. He, to rule. She, to fight. It doesn't matter what she calls him. Pirate, privateer, prince, sobachka. As many names as faces, her heart aches for a man she knows she can never truly have. Nikolai Lantsov, the hope of Ravka. Anya Kamenev, Ravka's bane. Oh, what a pair they make.

─── warnings: disability rep, ptsd & mental health, canon-typical descriptions of injury, war, trauma. angst, fluff, more angst. swearing. specific warnings will be included in each fic.

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. works will be posted in chronological order of the timeline.

forgiveness with teeth [1.6k] ➡ there's something about nikolai lantsov that makes her want to break things. (pre-shadow & bone.)

give your tears to the tide [2.8k] ➡ nikolai learns the truth at the heart of anya, for better or worse. (pre-shadow & bone.)

and i am coming home to you [2.5k] ➡ there are some things that cannot be saved. nikolai swears she won't be one of them. (pre-shadow & bone.)

if my wish were granted [1.4k] ➡ anya likes teasing nikolai. it’s far too easy to get under his skin. this time, enjoying some peace aboard the Volkvolny, anya claims that she prefers sturmhond’s rugged looks over nikolai’s princely features. (pre-shadow & bone.)

stay, i pray you [2.1k] ➡ nikolai has a decision to make. anya makes it for him. (during seige & storm.)

keep my hand in yours [2.4k] ➡ nikolai sees anya all dressed up for the first time since they were children. he doesn't handle it well. (post ruin & rising/rule of wolves.)

everything i touch turns sick with sadness [3k] ➡ anya still believes, sometimes, that nikolai made a mistake in marrying her. he’ll spend every day for the rest of their lives proving her wrong. (post ruin & rising/rule of wolves au.)

garnet & silver [0.9k] ➡ requested. nikolai has a gift for anya. (post ruin & rising/rules of wolves au.)

five fun facts about anya.

modern!anyalai headcanons.

𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬.

gifsets ➡ 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

videos ➡ 1 / 2 / 3

misc. ➡ 1 / 2

#* masterlist.#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov fanfic #nikolai lanstov x reader #grishaverse masterlist #shadow and bone fanfic #six of crows fanfic #shadow and bone masterlist #shadow and bone oc #nikolai lantsov oc #* fic: gold rush.#* chapter update.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year ago

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AW-ITD Masterlists—Other Fandoms (5 works or less)

Link to Masterlist Directory —fandoms with a full list of works

This masterlist is reserved for fandoms/characters I hyperfixate on and have ideas but don’t want to make a full Masterlist in case I only write 1-5 works in mind. If I exceed 5, then I’ll make its own masterlist and move it to the directory linked above!!

Key: 🤍 - Personal favs, ♥️ - popular works, 📝 - series in progress, 💌 - series completed, ⏳- coming soon, 🧸 - OC not y/n, 📨 - requested works (currently open) rules for requests

Grishaverse

The Old Therebefore -> The Crow & His Charmer

Eye of The Storm

Princess of Darkness

Kiss the Queen

Men in Black

Back in Time (P.1) 🤍 -> The Factory & Pie (P.2) -> About You (P.3) 📝

K²--being married to Agent K | headcanon

Dating J | Headcanon

Unlikely Trio | Headcanon

Here Come the MIB (MIB x Marvel) | Headcanon

The Good Guy's Dress in Black (MIB x Marvel) | Imagine

Fallout

It's Been A Long, Long, Time (Fallout x Marvel AU) -> Part 2

Big Time Rush

Big Time Collab

Gladiator II

To Be Seen is To Be Loved ♥️

Heaven & Earth

The Cost of Honor 🤍

Fear Street

Roped Into Hell -> Part 2

Updated: 20 February 2025

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jahayla-writes · 1 year ago

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📱SMAUs: The 2 request limit for this applies to 2 of the same character (in other words, you can send in more than 2 SMAU requests so long as it’s a max of 2 per character) this can include fictional and nonfictional characters. Please include any side characters, events/details, or other information surrounding the SMAU request. If you want it to be with a specific type of reader, please be specific. You’ll get a SMAU fic with at least two posts from the reader and 2 from the character chosen.

okay what about freddy x wife!reader where she is also a part of the cast and they are always couple goals and everyone loves them together <3

Behind the Scenes Love : Freddy Carter x Reader

Freddy Carter x wife!reader , Freddy Carter x co-star!reader

Descr: SMAU, Reader is Freddy’s wife and part of the SaB cast and their coworkers love their relationship

Warnings: relationships dynamics including but possibly not limited to; kissing, flirting, etc.

Liked by freddycarter1, shadowandbone, benbarnes, and 693,025 others

yourusername: Did someone say Season 2? 🖤

📸: @/freddycarter1

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freddcarter1: did someone say gorgeous? 😍

yourusername: stooppp I love you 🥹

shadowandbone: we can’t wait!

lbardugo: I’m so glad you are the one to take on this role! Couldn’t have picked a better person for the new (to the fans) character! 🖤

yourusername: I’m so honored! Thank you xxx 🤗

benbarnes: pleased to have you back😉

archierenaux3: blood relation doesn’t mean anything 😉😉

yourusername: @/benbarnes @/archierenaux3 hmm 👀🤔

sab_uk4ever: what does this mean?! Is she playing a character who will be The Darkling’s relative like Mal?!

amitasuman_: the fact Freddy was laying on the wet ground to take this photo 🤣 you two are too cute I swear 🥰

yourusername: isn’t he simply the best? 🥰

Liked by lbardugo, yourusername, benbarnes, and 817,328 others

freddycarter1: Black is the new black

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yourusername: not sure how to feel about my real life relative and on screen relative bonding….? Kidding, ily both 🖤🎩

benbarnes: please, we all saw the way you were drooling over your husband’s smile 😌

amitasuman_: drooling is a bit of an exaggeration, but she surely is smitten ☺️

yourusername: am I supposed to be ashamed of that? 🤨

freddycarter1: haha 😘 @/yourusername

lbardugo: rulers of their respective domains 🖤

sab_bts_: I’m dying! This iissss saur cute! 🙌

Liked by freddycarter1, amitasuman_, benbarnes, and 793,025 others

yourusername: Loving this cozy costume 🖤

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freddycarter1: You do look pretty cozy, and cute 😉 xx

yourusername: you’re welcome to come cuddle between scenes/takes ☺️

benbarnes: My cloak is much more intricate

freddycarter1: Yet she still manages to outshine you 😏

benbarnes: If it wasn’t for the fact that I know I’ll always be a step lower than y/n in your eyes, I’d feel betrayed, xxxx

lbardugo: definitely looks super soft! Is it fuzzy?

yourusername: It’s velvety on the outside! 🖤

ycn_sab: You are seriously like the prettiest cast member!

freddycarter1: Isn’t she? 🥰

calahan.skogman: New goal: get yourself someone who hypes you up in comments on your own post

yourusername: accomplished via @/freddycarter1🥹❤️ & I will say it’s a great feeling

Liked by yourusername, lbardugo, archierenaux3, and 855,249 others

freddycarter1: Had an ace of a time getting to shoot scenes with the incredibly talented @/yourusername on set today 🎥

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yourusername: Had the best time seeing you behind the camera today love 😘

amitasuman_: We could tell xxx

benbarnes: And I thought the most precious thing was watching Freddy break character in y/n’s presence, but the roles being reversed was just as heartwarming 🙌

lbardugo: honored to have the Carter family on our cast and crew team 🖤

cartersonsab: 🥹 OTP!

archierenaux3: The smiles on both of your faces was too much ☺️

Liked by freddycarter1, archierenaux3, yourusername, and 993,025 others

benbarnes: BTS with my favorite couple 📸

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yourusername: Ben 🤣 why are you sneaking photos of Freddy and I? Lmao

freddycarter1: at least we look good 🤷🏻‍♂️

yourusername: we always look good together 😘

benbarnes: this, this ^^^ is why ❤️

lbardugo: Real life power couple 🖤

archierenaux3: You snuck a photo and this is the best you could do? 🙄

benbarnes: It’s not a contest mate haha

carterfamilyuk: I love them sm 🥲

amitasuman_: this is very cute!

Liked by yourusername, freddycarter1, benbarnes, and 643,178 others

archierenaux3: a much better photo of our cheesin’ cast mates ❤️

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yourusername: lol oh my gosh, is this a thing now?

freddycarter1: mate 😂 were you in the bushes to get this shot?

archierenaux3: no comment

freddycarter1: creep

benbarnes: 😂

amitasuman_: If you divs make them stop being so cute on set, I’m coming for you both @/archierenaux3 @/benbarnes

freddycarter1: Nothing could keep me from enjoying being on set with my darling wife 🤷🏻‍♂️

yourusername: @/freddycarter1 ilysm ❤️

freddycarter1: @/yourusername love you too darling, always; even if it means we have our own version of paparazzi now 😂 xx

calahan.skogman: this trend is almost as cute as the couple themselves 🤗

crowsandshadows: I’m all for this trend!!!

Liked by yourusername, freddycarter1, lbardugo, and 954,296 others

jessie_mei_li: night out with the cast meant I got to spend time with these two, couple goals much? I think yes! 🥰

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freddycarter1: smh, can’t go anywhere these days without having your picture taken, love that 🙄

yourusername: as impressive as that level of sarcasm was dear, you realize how hypocritical you sound? 🤣

freddycarter1: Way to call me out 😒 but I can’t help it, I’ll never have enough pictures of you 😘

yourusername: I meant taking you taking photos of ✨ us✨ cutie ❤️

freddycarter1: My statement applies to both situations ☺️ xxx

benbarnes: absolutely couple goals! Couldn’t agree more

yncarterforever: living for this cast trend rn 🙌

amitasuman_: this is so comfortingly aesthetic 🥰

Liked by benbarnes, yourusername, freddycarter1, and 643,197 others

amitasuman_: Since he taught me how to use my film camera, it’s only right that I share my version of this fabulous couple brought to you by said camera

@/freddycarter1 @/yourusername love you both sm

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yourusername: Amita, I love you ❤️ I so didn’t see you participating in this trend lol

amitasuman_: I had to, you two are too perfect!

yourusername: we are pretty perfect together 🥰

benbarnes: Alright, alright, I lost at my own game, I get it 😂

freddyandyn: sobbing, get you someone who looks at you the way these two look at each other 🥹

freddycarter1: damn, we look good 😘 @/yourusername

yourusername: You always look good sweetheart 😍🙌

freddycarter1: * we

lbardugo: wow, we have such a multi-talented cast! This is a great photo 🖤

Liked by yourusername, amitasuman_, benbarnes, and 975,237 others

freddycarter1: Mine, xoxo ❤️

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archierenaux3: not Freddy himself participating in this contest 😂👌

benbarnes: This isn’t fair, surely you have an unlimited amount of options to choose from

freddycarter1: Of course I do, have you seen her? How could I not take photos with her? 😍

yourusername: stoppp 🥹❤️

lbardugo: 🖤

calahan.skogman: I can feel the joy in this photo xx

amitasuman_: even away from us lot you two are couple goals ❣️

yourusername: and you’re mine 😉❤️

freddycarter1: proudly, xxx😘

shadowandbone: family 🖤

Liked by freddycarter1, archierenaux3, benbarnes, and 964,127 others

yourusername: Love: My Version ❤️

📸 by my effortlessly talented and humorous husband, AKA @/freddycarter1 xoxoxo 💋

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benbarnes: Okay I think we can all agree y/n won this one

archierenaux3: the real winners are @/freddycarter1 and @/yourusername

amitasuman_: life’s true winners and the ultimate couple goals for sure ❣️

freddycarter1: Are you taken? 🥵

yourusername: happily so 😘

shadowsbonescrows: SOBBING HYSTERICALLY

tommyae: didn’t expect a photo of my little brother and my sister-in-law to make me miss my girlfriend so much, leave it up to you two to be such a prime example of pure love ❤️

freddycarter1: you’re so pretty 😍

yourusername: stop flirting over Instagram and come kiss me again 💋

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