#this is why henry left btw

[vampiriccarcass]

Sorry to spam you all with another shit post, I am incredibly bored

Pic I drew over

[sunshine-zenith]

Henry is a Boyfriend Hoodie Thief your honor

[teh-nos]

loki/william rufus fic, where bill explains that as the second son he has inherited england while big brother bob only got the duchy of normandy, ha ha ha.

[paleangels13]

Jfc I'm having an emotional roller-coaster over this stupid character...

"meh idc"

"oh that's him? Huh 👀"

"ah. you suck"

"aw that's cute"

"you did fucking WHAT?? ARE YOU STUPID??"

"if you ask me I'd gladly see him die"

"please don't please don't... Just DON'T FUCKING DIE!!!"

"please tell me he'll survive 😭"

[ladyseidr]

okay last jer.mike post but like. okay. so, while fighting the urge to turn the roadtrip fic into a 700 chapter saga (you know how it is) i decided that it's definitely (default) canon that michael and jeremy plan on moving in together??? like, renting some shitty apartment together with the money they scrape together from their even shittier jobs. obviously, i'm a cruel writer who immediately was like "yeah and the main job for that for jeremy was fre.ddy's and then The Bite happened so they never moved in together and michael lost a chance to escape his father w/o having to do so completely alone." and like yes i would like to explore that. however, also consider:

i'm not 100% allergic to happier AUs and i think me and you (the michael and/or jeremy writers that are reading this fkjdhfahfdljsa) should get to write an AU where jeremy simply doesn't get bitten and they do get that shitty apartment.

that's all. adds post to wishlist tag.

[kidovna]

I’m so tired of AI, and I’ve been yelling to the void about why people should be commissioning artists. In the spirit of anti AI/pro comms, what are your favourite commissions that you have worked on in the past and what was it that made them special or fun (commercial/non commercial) I’m absolutely obsessed with your stuff btw!

Oh thank you! And fun question! My top three will probably be the book covers I illustrated:

I’m working on two more right now and I’m pretty sure they’ll be up there as well!

These are some of my other favourites:

In order: Bharatanatyam dancer inspired spider-woman India, Alex and Henry for @orchidscript, Luke and Duncan for Isabella Renee’s book I Vote You Mr. Mayor, nanirimo’s OCs Niya and Marin, and heaventide_’s OCs Jonathan and Seph!

Also I’ve never posted any of these, but I think I have to give special mention to how many finn wolfhard cinematic universe commissions I’ve done 😂

Left to right: Richie and Eddie from IT, Boris and Theo from The Goldfinch, and Chris and Shannon from Finn’s directorial debut Hell Of A Summer!

I feel like this is the perfect time for me to plug that my commissions are now open again! 👀

[crazy-pe3p]

more swap (full + a few notes and thoughts under cut)

(warning for vulgar words…)

dave and rupert are, btw, swapped!! so are sven and burt (less certain about these guys… it's either sven ↔ burt or sven → carol → burt → sven)

CHARLES

i think, while charles' headphones DO get horribly damaged in ftc (like in the last post-- no microphone, cracked, cant pick up anything and hence why they let him keep it on), he gets a new pair while either a toppat or a governemnt agent

swap!charles certainly tries to get along with the toppats… though it's a bit odd for him considering he was kind of a gov't soldier at heart

in the government route, charles is banned from helicopters after ONE flight where he crashed for fun and left henry and ellie terrified

charles was framed for several issues that had occurred, though the general had trusted that he wasn't behind any of it.

the entirety of StD felt like a fever dream. out of body experience. he doesn't know how it happened, but he wound up with the diamond in his arms and his face on the news. the events caused him to finally be dismissed from the military before the general decided to nab him off the streets for the events of ItA

RUPERT & DAVE

for the swap, rupert had ended up taking the blame for henry's escape as he was moreso the superior, and hence he was scolded for not double checking the package… this led to rupert being fired, and dave continuing to try and get better to carry on rupert's dream

rupert, like c!dave, had went on to be a night guard. then charles happened, and then he spotted the toppats. eavesdropped. planned to go and tell the cops, who'd shown up a bit later, only to be found by them and taken prisoner

dont really have much else to say for now………

[some-random-art-kid]

Doc drawing because why not?

Project Nexus and its arena mode aren’t really my area of expertise, as I’ve never actually played the game. I did, however, play a currently ongoing multi fandom DnD campaign that included madness combat, specifically following the plot of project nexus, run by this motherfucker @chiskthecreature

This was before I knew what madness combat was. The campaign is what introduced me to madness combat. When we were told that one of the continents was called Nevada, we thought it was a joke and went there because we thought it’d be funny. We were wrong. We were very wrong. Our characters all nearly died.

we also had a spinoff/prequel of that campaign following the plot of Arena mode. We were not the arena player. A character named Riot was. Riot got timelooped. The rest of us didn’t and thus our characters lost one of their dearest friends and I genuinely cried. Or at least almost did. Idk man my memory sucks. Riot did escape the timeloop like a couple decades later. Then Doc tried to put HENRY STICKMIN in the loop, who was a baby at this point btw. And Riot said “fuck that” and STABBED DOC IN THE FACE, adopted Henry, and left Nevada. And then another like 20 years later our spinoff characters leave Nevada after encountering our main campaign characters during the project nexus arc and then we move in with Henry because we didn’t have anywhere else to go and then through Henry the Arena characters reunite with Riot and it was great.

but anyway, to my understanding: Doc’s out here just casually working with basically GOD. Y’know, as you fucking do I guess! And I decided to do a drawing about that. The lighting was fun.

[sk1fanfiction]

ch. 12 rev — writing this before i read the newest chapter !

'Ted hadn't been the sort of person who died. He'd been solid and dependable; he was a Healer. How would he have even gotten killed?'

— oh honey, everyone dies, healers too... especially if they were hit with the killing curse.

"They already have,"

— harry, you were meant to keep that a secret !! i'm glad he spilled though, hopefully sirius informs dumbledore about this

'Sirius's eyebrows knit together, his mouth pressing into a hard line. The expression made Harry distinctly uncomfortable. Something itched at the back of his brain, but he couldn't quite place it.'

— well you see henry, you're being scolded. sort of like how parents scold their children when they do something stupid? it's called parenting !

'Sirius regarded him for a long time. It was like he was seeing Harry through different eyes; almost like the first time he had looked at Harry properly, in the Great Hall after the Siege had ended, and said his father's name instead of his.'

— he's getting flashbacks !! this is so like the marauders (james = harry, ruby = sirius, parvati = peter, lavender = lupin) and he is 100% seeing james in him which must be super painful...

'He would let himself enjoy this, whatever time he had left, before the shadow started chewing at his bones again, eating him alive from the inside out.'

— that is so what the half-blood prince felt like, the calm before the storm and their last chance at being teenagers

'he was glad they had started acting normally around each other again; otherwise, Potions would be even more unbearable.'

— harry being the unwilling third party in so many fights is just hilarious, we love awkward harry who just wants people to shut up and get on with it/make up.

'Hephaestus looked a little disappointed at the disappearance of his prey, and yowled when Harry picked him up to hand him off to Ruby.'

— harry and hephaestus, my favourite duo btw.

'Fang's massive tongue seemingly had attached itself to Ron's face, his tag wagging. It was only when he felt his greeting was satisfactory that Ron was able to stumble his way inside, disgustedly wiping dog saliva off his face before falling into an armchair.'

— okay yuck ! the way i would never step foot in hagrid's hut bc i hate it when dogs slobber so bad (i am also scared of dogs)

'and while she implores the International Confederation of Wizards to step in, she is also prepared to begin the process of an internal investigation.'

— amelia is so badass !! i really love the women in this fic in case you couldn't tell.

'He hadn't been 'only a student' to Barty Crouch, or Pettigrew, or Voldemort.'

— poor harry, he needs compensation asap !

'He thought of the Ministry's 'Redacted' and then he thought of Snape.'

— i'm so curious about both of the traitors

'Not wanting to worry her, or worse, explain, Harry made another mechanical smile.'

— no, talk to someone !! at least your twin, she's quite literally your partner in crime since birth

'Whichever it was, at least Parvati didn't seem to mind.'

— these lesbians, so obvious.

"He's probably got his own… stuff to deal with," said Ruby.' could they not technically just stick lavender and lupin together and have them entertain each other during the full moon? 'Harry could only wonder why Lupin himself wasn't here. He was obviously… experienced. But on the other hand, explaining the presence of two wolves with human-like behaviour was harder than explaining one.'

— i'm wondering too bc you could send them to the shrieking shack, that should still be up right?

"I don't sneak,"

— he's so funny, you're not fooling anyone

"It would be great if there was some way to track all the prefects,"

— omg did fred and george not give harry the marauders map in this?

'a wolf had appeared next to Parvati and was galloping towards the open door.'

— so loyal, they're totally girlfriends.

'Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott were an odd-looking pair'

— FUCK YES, NOTT'S HERE AND HE'S GETTING PUNCHED !!!!!

"I'm here to take you two to Professor Snape's office for harbouring a dangerous werewolf."

— these damn slytherin's and their nosiness when it comes to exposing werewolves...

'As a matter of fact, how did Malfoy and Nott suspect Lavender?'

— they obviously let him onto the school grounds somehow (idk if draco was still dealing with the vanishing cabinet or whatever)

'Maybe someone had been looking from one of the top floors down at the west gates that night.'

— someone did indeed !

'Big deal. He doesn't even have Mordred to back him up this time.'

— period ! you've faced worse, harry.

'he saw Ruby and Malfoy; he knew she was competent, from the Defence and Duelling Club, but he'd never seen her fight with such intensity.'

— badass ruby, we love to see it.

'If all you did was scheme to save your skin, you'd end up like Pettigrew.'

— comparing nott to pettigrew... deserved actually, he's so weaselly.

"Takes one to know—"

— this is why you get your shit rocked, theodore.

'Harry only felt his blood run hot. He didn't think, didn't remember throwing the punch, but his fist had shot out and connected with the soft cartilage of Nott's nose, a satisfying snap below the blow. He drew his hand back, stinging slightly, and realised why Dudley always went for the nose as Nott crumpled in pain, his eyes tearing, cupping his hand over it and howling like a kicked dog. Harry was barely aware of the commotion behind him; Malfoy had ended up bound with ropes and squirming around on the floor like a seal, eyes bulging with fury.'

— this entire paragraph is so satisfying and cathartic, they had this coming for a whileee now.

'A loop of rope had pulled up and over his mouth, too, in a particularly petty stroke — though Harry couldn't honestly say he wouldn't have done it.'

— muzzle that bitch fr !! go ruby !

'poking Malfoy's cheek with her wand, who made a sound between a growl and a hiss.'

— this makes for a very comedic scene btw

'His head snapped up to meet that familiar, hated silhouette. Riddle.' — poor riddle... (this is too funny) 'He must've heard the commotion and come to investigate. How much had he heard?'

— well, he knows everything. i wouldn't put it past him to have been watching the entire time tbh. he's probably proud of the potter twins for their duel as well.

'If he knew it was an attempt to get him to move on, Riddle simply chose not to get the hint.'

— tom and taking the hint:

'blowing his hair against his face, robes snapping in the breeze.'

— okay model 🙄

"Cleanup is the most important part of the job."

— how to get away with murder by tom riddle. he'd be a great author.

'which Harry was sure was unnecessary'

— oh honey... it's absolutely necessary for his drama queen ass.

'he realised that Riddle was actually trying to make this into an Occlumency lesson.' — is this not comedic excellency? "You should watch."

— like come on now... this is just pure gold. he's such a great teacher, i take back everything 😭

'It was surprisingly warm.'

— big fan of the warm tom agenda, it makes him feel human which is something he did NOT think he was.

'He looked quite pleased with himself.'

— ethics and morality aside, this is HIGHLY impressive. you just watched him successfully intercept someones mind despite the protection and he extracted memories without harming their minds AND gave them false ones which made sense... give credit where credit is due.

'Harry only wondered how anyone could be expected to feel safe with him around.'

— tbf i don't think you're meant to...

"What was her name?"

— he already knows it, he needs to stop annoying them 😒

'As they left, Harry heard him call, in an insulted tone: "You're welcome!"'

— kids these days, so ungrateful ! (tom, the hag)

'The thing that had come to define him after the death of Tom Riddle, a pencilled letter scratched into a cheap book by an eleven-year-old boy, a simple and ordinary thing. How grand it looked now!'

— just wow honestly, you're such an amazing writer. you seamlessly connecting the 6 books together and keeping everything on track is just amazing.

'He hefted the silver ouroboros ring cupped in his hand, which he'd slipped off the finger of Harry Potter.'

— I KNEW IT ! he touched harry's hand on purpose, he easily could've shaken him by the shoulder or the arm but the hand touching was so intentional. PICKPOCKET !! hilarious how he's stolen this ring twice tho

'He murmured the words aloud, for, after all, it was a children's bedtime story.'

— petition to get tom to read bedtime stories in his soft tenor say "I" 🗣️

'Tee was not looking for moral guidance.'

— maybe you should...

'Tears formed in his eyes. Who was he, a wizard of rare and terrifying skill, to be frightened by fairytales and tea leaves, hoarding his father's clutter under his bed and his mother's locket, stolen back from Theodore Nott, in the back of his drawer?'

— i audibly awed, he's so... he probably needs a hug 😞

'no one was listening out for him, in this world or the next. He had not even cried for his mother when he was born, because he knew she wasn't going to answer.'

— baby tom... head in hands 💔

'he saw not the ouroboros ring, but something more like an ancient signet. It had a gold band, set with not a precious jewel, but a misshapen black stone. And as he tilted the stone into the light, wondering at the ring's transformation, he saw it: carved deep into the stone, unmistakably, was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.'

— WAIT WHAT?? i thought the ouroborus was a different ring to the gaunt ring? is that why the parseltongue work?? cass, explain !!!

amazing chapter btw. 10/10, you've outdone yourself once again (harry with the girls, theo getting punched, malfoy being practically bound and gagged, tom appearance and insight... chef's kiss!). very excited for the next chapter with the parental issues and grandfather and grandson bonding time !!

well you see henry, you're being scolded. sort of like how parents scold their children when they do something stupid? it's called parenting !

He isn't properly socialised, I'm afraid

he's getting flashbacks !! this is so like the marauders (james = harry, ruby = sirius, parvati = peter, lavender = lupin) and he is 100% seeing james in him which must be super painful...

Mmmm the way I didn't consciously think of those parallels. I love your brain btw

harry being the unwilling third party in so many fights is just hilarious, we love awkward harry who just wants people to shut up and get on with it/make up.

Struggles of being an introvert :(

Also a super versatile trope, you could stick him with any two characters, and it works.

okay yuck ! the way i would never step foot in hagrid's hut bc i hate it when dogs slobber so bad (i am also scared of dogs)

I don't mind most dogs but the minute that tongue comes out I am like PUT THAT THING AWAY RIGHT NOW

no, talk to someone !! at least your twin, she's quite literally your partner in crime since birth

Harry + Talking About Feelings: Not his strength, I'm afraid

i'm wondering too bc you could send them to the shrieking shack, that should still be up right?

You're right about this being fishy... I'll explain later...

omg did fred and george not give harry the marauders map in this?

Nope! I skipped a lot of the Stations of Canon (Triwizard Tournament, Department of Mysteries fight, etc) so there wasn't a natural time for it to happen.

so loyal, they're totally girlfriends.

They totally are 🩷

Reading this back now, I'm wondering if 'galloping' was really a good way to describe how a wolf runs. Oh well.

they obviously let him onto the school grounds somehow (idk if draco was still dealing with the vanishing cabinet or whatever)

👀

comparing nott to pettigrew... deserved actually, he's so weaselly.

Worst insult actually, there are sooo many shitty people to choose from in HP but Pettigrew has zero aura

this entire paragraph is so satisfying and cathartic, they had this coming for a whileee now.

🎶He had it coming! He had it coming! He only had himself to blame, and if you'd been there! If you'd've seen it! I betcha you would have done the same!🎶

well, he knows everything. i wouldn't put it past him to have been watching the entire time tbh. he's probably proud of the potter twins for their duel as well.

Standing there like 'Damn, why did nothing this interesting happen while I was in school.' They're just free entertainment for him atp.

how to get away with murder by tom riddle. he'd be a great author.

A bestseller, in fact, and he assures you it's all completely hypothetical.

oh honey... it's absolutely necessary for his drama queen ass.

This is, after all, the man who made sentimental/special objects into his Horcruxes and 'hid them' in very obvious places, for the aesthetic.

like come on now... this is just pure gold. he's such a great teacher, i take back everything 😭

Nothing like hands-on learning! But I promise you're going to take back your takeback when Chapter 14 gets posted lol

big fan of the warm tom agenda, it makes him feel human which is something he did NOT think he was.

Tom when he discovers he is a mammal and not a snake 😧

ethics and morality aside, this is HIGHLY impressive. you just watched him successfully intercept someones mind despite the protection and he extracted memories without harming their minds AND gave them false ones which made sense... give credit where credit is due.

Harry Potter, the original hater, chugging his Haterade... Seriously though, Tom/Voldemort's natural talent for psychological violence is underexplored (I keep forgetting about it sometimes). Lockhart could never.

he already knows it, he needs to stop annoying them 😒

Don't overestimate him, you know his track record with names...

kids these days, so ungrateful ! (tom, the hag)

He 100% has muttered this under his breath

tom and taking the hint:

The hint butterfly is flying around his head, trying to get his attention and he's just steadfastly ignoring it.

just wow honestly, you're such an amazing writer. you seamlessly connecting the 6 books together and keeping everything on track is just amazing.

Thank you 💚💚💚💚💚

Trust it is a Mess behind the scenes, my little random notes/planning documents look like that meme from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

I KNEW IT ! he touched harry's hand on purpose, he easily could've shaken him by the shoulder or the arm but the hand touching was so intentional. PICKPOCKET !! hilarious how he's stolen this ring twice tho

I imagine he liked to watch street magicians as a kid before he found out he was doing real magic and learnt some of the tricks of the trade, like misdirection. You can take the boy out of the diary but not take the petty crime out of him...

petition to get tom to read bedtime stories in his soft tenor say "I" 🗣️

Aye! I also love that he canonically has a higher-pitched voice, it makes him stand out from other characters (and makes the 'innocent' act more believable, of course).

WAIT WHAT?? i thought the ouroborus was a different ring to the gaunt ring? is that why the parseltongue work?? cass, explain !!!

They've always been the same ring (I left Chekhov's Gun sitting on the proverbial shelf since way back in Chapter 9, but I did shoot it). It's also not a Horcrux (that might already be evident). Way back in Book 2, Hermione came up with this conspiracy theory that they are the same ring, as the Gaunt ring disappears with Tom's ancestor, Corvinus Gaunt, the same time the ouroboros ring appears in the hands of his mistress, Aretaphila Selwyn, which is then passed down through the Selwyns (and then unwittingly stolen back by kid!Riddle). The ouroboros is a symbol of resurrection (and death). Like the Invisibility Cloak, it was enchanted by Death, so the charm(s) on it are eternal. Voldemort wore his family heirloom for decades until, not knowing what it was, he gave it to Harry to help win his trust.

[aurorawest]

Summer Reading Update (part 1)

Teach the Torches to Burn by Caleb Roehrig - 4.75/5 stars

This was a really well done retelling of Romeo and Juliet. I read another book from the Remixed Classics series, Dear Henry, and while that one was also good, it felt like it adhered too slavishly to The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, so sometimes things seemed to be happening only because they happened in the original. And I haven't actually read the original book, it was just...easy to tell. Teach the Torches to Burn never felt like that, and I loved how it fleshed out so many of the characters from the play.

You Should Be So Lucky by Cat Sebastian - 5/5 stars

I feel like tumblr sings this one's praises enough that I don't really have to, but—everyone should read this. Everyone should read all of Cat Sebastian's books. I think I liked this one better than We Could Be So Good, but that could just be because I've found myself becoming more and more of a sucker for sports romances.

Unhallowed by Jordan L Hawk - 4.75/5 stars

Sad to say goodbye to the Whyborne and Griffin series, but I already love this spinoff!

Soul of Ash by HL Moore - 3.75/5 stars

Crow's Fate by Kim Fielding - 3.75/5 stars

The Sleeping Soldier by Aster Glenn Gray - 5/5 stars

I sound like a broken record re: Aster Glenn Gray, but please read her books. If you like Cat Sebastian's mid-century romances (like You Should Be So Lucky!) you like Aster Glenn Gray. This one is ostensibly a Sleeping Beauty retelling, but one where the sleeper actually sleeps for 100 years. In this case, it's a Union soldier who is put in an enchanted sleep in 1865 and wakes up in 1965 and oh my god, it's so good. It examines racism, it examines toxic masculinity, it examines homophobia, and how same-sex platonic affection became taboo. I'm pretty sure this woman has never written a bad book, but this may be her best.

Alec by Kaje Harper - 3.75/5 stars

Artemis by Andy Weir - 3.75/5 stars

Oak King Holly King by Sebastian Nothwell - 4.75/5 stars

I loved this one! There are so many books about Faerie and they can be pretty hit or miss for me, but this one struck just the right balance of otherworldly, inhuman creatures and characters I could root for. Shrike and Wren were lovely.

Imperfect Illusions by Vanora Lawless - DNF at pg 56

Orchestrated Love by AJ Buchanan - DNF at pg 1

Razorblade Tears by SA Cosby - 4.25/5 stars

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern - 5/5 stars (reread)

The Only Light Left Burning by Erik J Brown - 5/5 stars

Excellent sequel about what happens after you make it to the last bastion of civilization after the apocalypse.

Unwieldy Creatures by Addie Tsai - DNF at pg 12

A Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel by KJ Charles - 5/5 stars

Oh man. This may have displaced the Will Darling Adventures as my favorite KJ Charles book. Wonderful MCs, A+ side character arcs, and villains you really loved to hate. I rambled on a lot about this book to my wife after I finished it.

Stars in Your Eyes by Kacen Callender - DNF at pg 156

His Lordship's Secret by Samantha SoRelle - 3.75/5 stars

Us, Et Cetera by Kit Vincent - 5/5 stars

Cinderella retelling with androids but Christ on a bike was this a painful read. Really, really well done. Highly recommended.

Charming Young Man by Eliot Schrefer - 5/5 stars

My 5 star rating diverges pretty sharply from the average Storygraph rating for this book, and I'm not sure why, other than maybe people thinks it's PrObLeMaTic. It was definitely not a super happy book, though it ends on a good note (that's a pun btw!). I thought it was a great book about a period that isn't often written about (1890s Paris) with a fascinating protagonist (who was a real person).

Dark Heir by CS Pacat - 5/5 stars

It's a CS Pacat book; it's the sequel to Dark Rise; obvs I loved it. I don't understand why this series is shelved under YA except that Pacat's publisher thinks more people will buy them. This series is the gay Lord of the Rings you always wanted and somehow is an even slower burn than Captive Prince.

Of Knights and Books and Falling in Love by Rita A Rubin - DNF at pg 50

Cover Story by Valerie Gomez - DNF at pg 176

Letters to Half Moon Street by Sarah Wallace - 4/5 stars

[sterlingarcher23]

Two skulls

You can actually see two different skulls in this shot

Sooo...

The rest is just me rambling.

Okay, here we go:

In this scene the focus switches from Will to Max as Mr Clarke says "But his injury resulted in a complete change to his personality."

Before that he says "...miraculously he survived" - Lucas says that the doctors called it a miracle.

And Sadie was referring to this last year in an interview, stating that it would be a miracle if Max would stand on her own two feet. And that we've seen miracles before in the show.

Seriously.....she already said it, she gave us a big hint/spoiler because the miracle, the cure is El. "Resulted in a complete change to his personality." And they are linked with their hearts...

Speaking of necks: Will also has something in the head.

Hmmm... 🤔 - He still remembers what he thinks. How he thinks?

The strange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

Henry Jekyll & Edward Hyde - as others pointed out. This is basically the first case of a fictional character in literature that has some sort of dissociative identity disorder. - which mirrors the idea for Eleven been drawn from Elfen Lied and it's main character Lucy(Kaede)/Nyu that has also DID. BTW this makes "Eleven" a system/collective name as it's called (You are One/1 of the good Ones/11s).

In 2017s The Mummy Jekyll injects something into his left hand (to keep "Eddie" at bay. Hyde calls himself Eddie.) which is messed up, so he hides it under a black glove. - The "shadow" hand of Will's right hand is a mirror and shows a left hand.

Dunno who made this tbh. I found it a long time ago: Will covering his right hand with the left and Henry his left hand with the right.

And he has Henry in his neck.

Dr Jekyll explains: "He himself was a physician. And if evil were a pathogen he reasoned then there must surely be a cure."

The scene:

Will is also hinted at to be a cure (like El is by Dr Owens) via a poster for the band The Cure (Boys don't cry).

Two cures. For two different things.

Eddie Munson. Edward. And Dustin Henderson. Son of Henry. - they probably use the relationship between Eddie and Dustin to illustrate the relationship between Henry & Edward. Which is why Dustin introducing Max to Eddie has a parallel in Henry "introducing" El to Edward. Oh, and that makes Henry complicit which I do believe became over time.

PS: The skull means: you'll live. But you are, well, different.

[bitbybitwrites]

I was tagged by : @porcelainmortal, @alasse9 @forabeatofadrum

Thanks for thinking of me! . . I should really do this before 2024 is up, right? 😂

BTW its still Dec 31 here where I am, so I'll say it counts.

I've done a lot more than I expected this year, as I look back. And I'm kind of proud of myself.

I started writing for another fandom - RWRB. Its been fun adding these characters to the mix.

I managed finishing 1 multi-chapter fic and a 11 shorter fics.

I'm still plugging away on 3 longer multi-chapter WIP, adding and posting chapters as I go.

I have compiled an additional WIP list of (*stops to count*) 16 other fics that are not posted yet, but are in various stages of readiness. I flitter around adding bits to each when inpiration hits.

I think that's about it for me for 2024 - still writing, slow and steady. 😊

I'm always so happy to see any of kudos and comments if you have left any . . . and I'm still really apologetic that I haven't gotten to responding to many. There's only so much time in the day. I will try to get to them!

WRITING GOALS FOR 2025: Basically write more, and write as often as I can. There are so many of my WIP I want to get into and finish . . hopefully some of you will find them interesting to read!

Wishing you all a Happy New Year and a productive and creative 2025! I look forward to seeing/reading all you create!

See links and descriptions to everything under the cut!

1.) COMPLETED FICS

April 2024

Falling For You (Klaine fic) - 26,089 words

Summary:

Kurt Hummel thought by donating his services as a florist to Memorial Sloan Kettering, that he would simply be giving back to the medical community. A good deed for the month of December. Little did he know that a few chance run-ins with an adorable doctor and a sweet little girl in the hospital lobby would change all that. Written for the Klaine Secret Santa 2023 Gift Exchange.

May 2024

Pretty Shiny things (Klaine fic) - 1,943 words

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The clangs and shrieks of the alarm system at Christie's Auction House filled the corridors, echoing through the mostly empty building. They were just as loud as the beating of Kurt and Blaine's hearts as they raced down corridor after corridor while they attempted to escape. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Kurt growled through his teeth as he ran, slipping slightly on the polished marble floor as he turned another corner. “I leave you alone for five minutes . . . FIVE MINUTES, Blaine. What on earth did you do?” **** Discovered a fun new thing on Tumblr called Ficlet Friday. This ficlet was inspired by a dialogue prompt by annepi: Prompt: Klaine - “I leave you alone for five minutes...”

June 2024

hold me close (FirstPrince fic) - 836 words

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Alex has had a rough day. It's a good thing that Henry's home to take care of him. For a Ficlet Friday prompt : "Tell me anything. Everything.”

blythe spirit (FirstPrince fic) - 1,756 words

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“I . . . I don't know why you're even interested." “Baby, I love you.  I'm interested in everything about you." Alex gave Henry a very pointed and heated look that definitely hit the mark. The flush on Henry��s face now deepened.  He worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments as he considered his options. “Come on,” Alex softly cajoled.  “You can’t just say things like: ‘I played Elvira in a school production of Blythe Spirit’ and not expect me to ask for pictures . . or at least the lowdown on it all.”  Alex pouted again to prove his point.  “I’m a weak man, H.  These are the types of things I need to know more about.” ***** From a Friday Ficlet prompt: "Tell Me anything. Everything."

nightfall (Klaine fic) - 219 words

Summary:

Blaine sighed as he collapsed onto the sand. With his chin upon his knees and arms wrapped around his legs, Blaine gazed out toward the ocean, deciding that the purple-ish pink sky that stretched out before him was absolutely breathtaking. If only he had his camera with him. It would be a perfect addition to his next gallery exhibit. ***** Based off a Tumblr Prompt/Ask Game - "Create a microstory from the prompt selected" Thanks to Falles for giving me: "49 - nightfall"

i'll always come back to you (FirstPrince fic) - 504 words

Summary:

Alex will always come back to Henry . . .always Based on a microstory prompt: #32 - dust motes

July 2024

fire island follies (Klaine fic) - 3,027 words

Summary:

Blaine Anderson is off to a weekend on Fire Island - well, his good friend Santana is draggng him on one. He's not so sure it's the best thing to do - but a run-in with a beautiful performer from the Fire Island Follies quickly changes his mind. ****** From a Tumblr Friday Ficlet prompt from bowtiesandboatshoes : "We're going to Fire Island.  It's like gay Disney World." Title is from an actual burlesque/cabaret show: The Fire Island Follies

i hate waiting (FirstPrince fic) - 555 Words

Summary:

Alex needs to keep his daughter from being bored.   inspired by this adorable picture on Tumblr by wordsofhoneydew

study date (Klaine fic) - 945 words

Summary:

"Get your hands off me!" The sound of a scuffle had Kurt look up from his reading. To be honest, Divination was such a bore of a class. It's not like he needed to learn anything new about it. Kurt had all of his mother's crystals, divination tools, and journals tucked away in her old trunk up in the attic of their home. He could read tea leaves and scry with the best of them. He had long ago lost focus on the chapter Professor Holiday had assigned them for the evening, so at this point, any other distraction would be welcome. Even if it was prefect duties.

Originally this was a bit of a false start for my fic, Advanced Potions

The original prompt was "hogwarts!au + 4. meet messy + 6. "what is that?"

August 2024

what can compare with your beautiful sound (Klaine fic) - 1,183 words

Summary:

Kurt’s brow furrowed as he concentrated on the task at hand. He had to get it just right. His hand hovered just a few inches higher, and with a deft flick of his wrist, a drop of wax fell from the lit candle in his hand to his canvas below. The canvas moaned in ecstasy. “Now, darling, we don’t want to shift, now do we?" Kurt softly murmured as he leaned in close. "You've been such a good boy for me so far." ***** Based off of a microstory prompt from Tumblr : "candles"

November 2024

smutsgiving/wanksgiving 2024: rwrb/firstprince - 662 words

Summary:

Prince Henry has been given a new gift for his bedchamber. Entry for Smutsgiving/Wanksgiving 2024.

smutsgiving/wanksgiving 2024: klaine - 580 Words

Summary:

Dinner was lovely, but Blaine is really ready to go home. Entry for Smutsgiving/Wanksgiving 2024.

2.) PARTIALLY PUBLISHED WIP:

(Klaine) If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - (Klaine Reverse Bang 2023) Life in New York City and working in the restaurant industry wasn’t exactly what Kurt Hummel had expected it would be. He’s lonely, stressed out and miserable. He’s almost ready to throw in the towel and return home to Ohio when a chance meeting with a musician in Central Park changes everything. (Warning: an angsty rollercoaster of a ride. Soooo many cameos from Glee characters! 😉)

(RWRB) Puppy Love - (RWRB NYE gift exchange 2023) The cold snowy day that Henry Fox discovers an abandoned beagle puppy in an alley brings handsome, flirty veterinarian, Alex Claremont-Diaz into his life. Alex is a single dad, recently moved to NY with his young son who Henry hasn't met yet - or so Alex thought. (Fluffy kid!fic)

(Klaine) Sanctuary - (Klaine Word Scramble 2023) Crown Prince Blaine has stumbled into a secluded glade, trying to escape the horrors of the bloody war his father had brought upon their kingdom. Mourning his beloved older brother and faced with the burden of taking his place in the kingdom, Blaine yearns for a place to hid from the world to deal with the issues weighing on his heavy heart. He encounters a mysterious elf, the guardian of the magical spring that Blaine has mistakenly defiled, whose growing connection to his life the young prince can't ignore. (Inspired by an idea/ artwork by @datshitrandom and @justgleekout)

3.) WIP FICS TO FINISH AND POST

My WIP list can be found here! I keep it updated. Feel free to ask me about any of them if you're curious . . 🥰. Hoping to finish some of these in the coming year.

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[zhenjia]

Thanks!! what about Stan and Shermie? Do they have anything in this AU?? I WILL read ur fic later, btw I'm excited! I don't know much about FNAF (but I love it). I'm excited to read about it :3 I'm wondering if you could explain the characters in your story, I suppose, like the Gravity Falls and the FNAF characters.

:3

here is Sherman and Stanley

Sherman (Ford call him that) is the older brother in this au, He rarely returned to Pines household but sometimes caryn want to see her grandkid Which made He left his kids to Caryn for a few moments. (Ford isn't close to sherm like he close to stan. That's why he using the name not like Stanley who using nickname)

On the other hand Stanley is one person in the family who is really close to Ford,when Stanley get kicked out, he can't help Stanley, that's why he chose full study and get out from the household as fast as possible and start find Stanley (in this au ford the one who call stan but he can't really say anything. Until bill torture him.)stan life in motel,he not that rich but he not that poor. (He had been a homeless for some time but he was quite expert in attracting consumers that helping him. This how Ford know his number.)

Also fiddleford still help him with Portal but after the portal incident (the first time Trials) they never meet again (fidds also erased some ford's memory make him more paranoid that he not remember what actually happened)

Ford's bad at anything (except for science, cooking,gambling and attract monster but he trying his best. He sometimes angry at bill when bill actually mock Stanley (this why bill never mentioned Stanley again but bill still call Stanley and mocking him using Ford voice to tell him that he never love stan that actually lie, ) Stanley also come after bill call,and because Ford really can't explain thing properly they got fight and made Ford stuck in Portal (Ford never angry about it,he actually think it's better be him who get in Portal than stan but Sometimes he is really sad because of it and doesn't want to say the truth and decide not trust no one even himself. But it's changed after he trap in dimension 55\')

when Ford Trapped in dimension 55\' :

Cassidy and mike here are soul dualism example, Cassidy can control and exploring mike memory, when mike are the main soul in the body. Ford really close with Cassidy cause they're Understand him (he knew sometimes it's became manipulative way, but Ford think it's not in bad way. )And they helping him with his memory sometimes

Mike is remind him to Stanley. It's familiar to him,this why feel comfortable sharing anything to mike in the end (there is phase when he don't really know about mike)

Also! Henry! Someone that smart at building robotic and anything that remind him to fidd. (Also himself if Henry talk about William betrayed him)he also helps Ford with everything,(even run away from police and get fake id) Ford really admire him.

The main problem here first is bill who actually know where Ford is and then William (springtrap) when Ford work in fnaf 3 restaurant. Who make Ford blind in one eyes.

Bill actually using not well finished Portal that Ford build to run with William and some other that in their side when Ford (and Cassidy) try to catch them (this is why they really can't kill him without trick) this make Ford angry and chose rebuild it again (not rebuild it but change some part)

There's maybe will be other character that involved I guess

Also when Ford go back in his dimension the one who punch Stanley is Cassidy (using Mike's body)not Ford lmao :3 Dipper and Mabel here are shocked see that :3

Weirdmagedon still happens but will different from the original.

[emathyst9]

...Have I told anyone on here yet that my version of Elizabeth is actually Henry's daughter

I'm not sure what the circumstances are entirely but here's the thing

Elizabeth actually looks strikingly similar to her "mother", who she has no blood relation to, kind of serving as a reminder of the past for William, since he's partially why Mrs. Afton is out of the picture (either he killed her or she left idk I've made good writing for both ideas)

But William is extremely ashamed by the truth of this since Elizabeth was not planned for at all

Not that he hasn't had a kid before (btw he's trans I don't care argue with the wall), but her existence was the very definition of an accident and was kind of mortifying for Will since it was proof of his feelings for Henry and vice versa, so he comes up with this idea

Since Elizabeth was born shortly after the disappearance of Elise, he alleges that she is Elizabeth's mother, even naming Liz after her (though not for the lie he wanted to honor Elise in a weird way; the original name he gave her was Ellis, but of course Liz is also trans and changed it a bit which reminds William of Elise even more)

There's a photo of her in a locket that Elizabeth wears and everything

She's told that she looks just like her mother, and is given this whole dream of someone she wants to meet and get to know, that her mother would love her and that she was so much like her, which Liz is a bit like her, and William really would have wanted them to meet, but anyway

She has no idea that it's just some cover story because William doesn't want to confront his past and imperfections (he thinks it's an imperfection that he made a mistake), though he unfortunately sees it every time he sees Elizabeth, always feeling that he has to confront it again, which leads to his distance that he sometimes has towards her

This isn't intentional on his part either most of the time he doesn't always realize that he's putting up any sort of wall, he does try to be there for Elizabeth, but he unfortunately has his moments where he gets overloaded and unintentionally lashes out

Which he doesn't usually get to reconcile on that even when he's aware and does want to apologize, because by that time, Liz has already left the room

So anyway Elizabeth's only parents are William and Henry, so by technicality, it's more like she has two fathers

Henry is probably the only one to know the truth of this, none of the other kids know (but you know I think Michael would have his suspicions he is pretty smart), and unfortunately, since he believes it would be safer as well, Henry helps uphold the lie even though he wishes he could just be truthful at times

Oh god damn it that's actually really mean because Liz would never find out until maybe after her death and that just makes William even worse oh now I feel bad

[smolvenger]

The Tavern Prince (Prince Hal x fem! Y/N Oneshot)

Summary: You are shocked and unhappy to find out you are betrothed to notorious rake, Prince Hal. But one evening, he sneaks you into the Boar's Head Tavern...and your mind about him starts to change.

Warnings: Smut at the end!! 18+ NSFW! (thigh riding, fingering, loss of virginity, dirty talk, good ol' p in v). Reader is super Proper and Prim and has a stick up her butt just because I wanted her to in this fic for the drama and tension of paring her with Hal (and I'm sick of Pick Me Girls in Historic Fiction. So Much) Mentions of sex and cheating (but no actual cheating, our boy would never. Trust me, I'm a Shakespeare expert). Not believable, but we're running on vibes, not accuracy so forget that couples were chaperoned or whatever. References to Shakespeare's plays and words (like "Die"= slang for orgasm and "wag"= boy).

Word Count: 9K (get some water, besties, and whores)

Taglist: @huntress-artemiss @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @evelyn-kingsley@jennyggggrrr@five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th@ladycamillewrites@villainousshakespeare@holdmytesseract (smut starts at "sweetest of ladies" and ends at "Hal...I have no words.." btw bestie for your comfort) @eleniblue@twhxhck@lokisgoodgirl@lovelysizzlingbluebird@raqnarokr@holymultiplefandomsbatman@michelleleewise@wolfsmom1@cheekyscamp@mochie85@muddyorbsblr

“Y/N, we have something very exciting to announce. The king has given his consent. You are going to marry the prince…” your father announced to you at the table. Your mother nodded her head beside him. 

You let a smile spread across your face. You were so thrilled you held your breath for a second. This was an honor beyond anything you could comprehend of what he would say. How many would want that honor? What woman didn’t want to be a princess? There were many princes in the world, but it had to be one of the English princes. They couldn’t mean some other country. The English king had four sons- which one was your groom? Likely not the youngest two- Humphrey and Thomas. They were boys, far too young for marriage. 

That meant- the second eldest son! You interrupted in your excitement.

“Oh! I am to marry John of Lancaster! Oh, mother-father! How wonderful! He’s the sweetest youth- and he is always at each meeting with his father, the king! Oh, what a good husband he will be! I am so hap-”

“Y/N, I believe you misunderstood us,” your mother cut in. 

You froze, blinking quickly.

“What do you mean?” you asked. “I’m not marrying a prince?”

“No, you are…” replied your mother.

If not Humphrey, if not Thomas, if not John…that left one English prince.  

They smiled and took your hands across the table. 

“The one who matters. The one who will make you one day queen of England through your union…”

Oh no, you thought, God’s blood, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, please, please oh Lord Above- please not him please not-

“You betrothed to his grace, the Prince of Wales, Henry Lancaster…”

It felt like a punch. You blinked, and your voice got smaller.

“You mean…Prince Harry?”  you asked.

“Oh, yes, dear girl! Our daughter- Princess of Wales and then Queen of England!” your mother cooed. She went up and hugged you. Not that she could see the frown growing on your face.

Your father kissed your forehead. You put on a small smile. A practice one when they were looking. You swallowed it back. 

You should have been thrilled to find out you were marrying the prince of Wales, the heir to England, to Bolingbroke, to the Lancasters. Your rational mind knew it was a huge honor.

But married to Prince Harry- no, Hal! That was what his vile friends all called him! Seems fit you should think of him as such!

Hal, the rake. The riotous son. The dishonorable son. The one with a dozen prostitutes at his heels! He even wore a glove from one to a joust once!  The rebel. The drunk. The prankster. The scoundrel. The son his father wished could be swapped for another- everyone knew that. The reason why John of Lancaster was always in court? Because Hal was so little seen in the castle and at events and never appeared! Shirking his responsibilities to hang around bars! With seedy thieves and criminals and who knows what else!

You were not strangers. You had spoken with him the few times he had been in court. Your parents were good friends and old allies of Henry Bolingbroke before the chaotic events that crowned him.  The few banquets Hal appeared, you were there. He only appeared at that ball a few days ago. You did have a dance with him. He spoke some, no more than polite subjects and small talk. But he seemed bored. Perhaps his father was breathing down his neck not to sneak out. 

This was to be your husband?!! And this was to be the king?! The one not even his own father could be proud of?!  Bound to until only Death did you Part!?

When you went to your private quarters, and no one was around, you went to your bed and screamed into your pillow. 

You could already see your married life. Picture it in your head. Princess Y/N and Prince Hal, soon King Hal and Queen Y/N. The banquets would be a mess. Late into the night, there would be crowds of dirty, smelly people. Laughing with food still in their mouths and spitting and pissing all over the banquet halls. There would be thieves trying to reach to grab the jewels on you. Or try to grope you, only there would be no protection. So many drunkards vomiting all over the pretty stone hallways and throwing rocks through the tall windows. 

Your waking vision of your future spiraled further in your head. You knew you would have separate quarters. You would have to go alone- you knew your husband's bed would have one if not two if not four ladies of the night to pleasure him until dawn. Or he would go into your room, bold and drunk with liquor and lust. He had the right to barge in when he wanted now. 

It made you want to cry.  

Three days later, there was a celebratory dinner at the castle for the betrothal announcement. All of you sat down. You were decked in a dark green dress and some jewelry given to you. To make you seem more regal. Not that it made you feel that way. You sat with your family, the King of England wrapped in his dark furs. The three younger Lancaster brothers all looked at you with small smiles- perhaps looking forward to having a sister-in-law. There was just one very crucial seat next to you left empty.

Of course, once the wine was poured and dishes were just set, in strode in, red leather jacket, hat, and all, none other than your intended.

You hated that he was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. An ivory face with tall cheekbones, a high forehead, and blue eyes. Tall and lean. He waltzed in with a slight smirk. His arms dangling back and forth so casually. A slight smile on his face.

“I apologize, I am late, I know!” he announced.

The king stood up, his hands over his thick, dark robe on his hips. Following him, everyone else rose up 

“Harry-where have you been?! We were just about to dine at your betrothal dinner!” he chided.

“Only getting ready, father! I wanted to be more presentable-” he insisted, still standing.

“You will be punctual in the future, especially to show respect to your bride!” the king added on, gesturing to where you sat.

You only looked down at your plate. Bride, bride, bride. Once you thought of the word like a dream, like the word “fairy.” Something light and lilting- surreal and beautiful. Something you could attain too. But it only made your stomach curl.

 You could feel Hal’s eyes, already on you. Then he walked forward and pulled out the chair next to you.

As the king sat down, all sat down. 

Everyone began to eat. You barely could look at Hal. When you did, you found his eyes would drift up to see you. Then at once, you pulled yours down. Then your mother boasted of you.

“Our daughter- she was raised in a convent as any lady should be. The nuns all praised her as a good student- so quiet, ladylike, and diligent in her studies. She is learning all the dances done at parties. Oh- and her needlework is wonderful!”

You stood up, nodding.

“Yes! I sewed on little strawberries on my handkerchief! And I am making some new needlework of a pink rose, like the ones in the springtime-”

Your voice cut you off. Aware you were gushing so much. It wasn’t just the fact that the king watched. He was so used to his sons that a younger female presence was fascinating. King Henry the Fourth himself looked at you with a smile and soft eyes.

No- because Hal was listening and watching. you swallowed and looked next to you. Hal’s face was neutral. He leaned on the table, a mouth over his lip, scratching his chin. You saw him swallow a little and then look back down at his meal.

He didn’t like you. Didn’t even like you, you knew it. He was already thinking of how boring you were! You did have a cousin named Beatrice. She was the one who was climbing trees, and talking saucily to everyone and rebelling and speaking and laughing wildly. If only she wasn’t married by now! Then your family would throw her Hal’s way and they would be happy! If he had to marry at all, it should be someone like her! Not like…not like…not like you…He wouldn’t like you, either. You were sure. Calling you boring just because you prioritized manners and decency. Laughing at your sewing and the dresses you cherished so much. 

“Oh, I am sure they are quite pretty, Y/N. And what think you, Harry?” the king asked.

Hal perked up.

“They…they should be.” he replied. 

Copying what his father said .Of course.  He took another bite and then he put a hand over his mouth again.

“Now- we must set a date for these children. What dates shall you say?” the king asked.

You and Hal shared a look and then perked up.

“We want enough time to prepare a decent wedding, of course. And to prepare them. Yet…the new Lancaster family must be secured through another heir, we know…” your father replied.

You could have thrown up the wine in your stomach. You looked down, not daring to see the look on Hal’s face. 

“I agree. And my son must settle- therefore, I say two months from now shall give us enough time,” the king confirmed.

Two months?! It seemed so short. Not even time to come around to it. 

You always wanted romance. To be wooed and won and courted. You dreamed of the day love would finally shine in some man’s eyes as he fell to his knees and begged for your heart and hand. Not thrown away to a scoundrel who didn’t like you.

“Now- don’t you be so worried, dear daughter,” the king consoled.

You looked up, and you saw him smile kindly at you.

“I remember the days I was nervous about my nuptials, too. Do not be afraid, lady Y/N- you will leave your family, but you will have a new one. Think of me more of a father here than king. You shall have me and three brothers who will look after you and be sure you want for nothing, my dear. And therefore…”

His eyes shot to Hal.

“If this rapscallion does anything to you before the marriage- hurts you. Breaks your heart-anything. You shall come to me and ask to end the betrothal, and you will have my blessing.”

Hal’s jaw dropped.

You gave the king a smile, a genuine one.

“Thank you, your grace.”

You went back down to your food, eating with more of a flourish. Hal then turned to you. It was the first few words he spoke directly to you that night. You braced for a bawdy joke about your wedding night from him, but there was none.

“We do have confits, here, my lady- would you like to try some?” he asked.

He offered you a golden bowl full of little sweets. They were tiny white spheres. He pressed the bowl your way as you peeked in.

“I’ve never had any,” you remarked.

“They are well, after dinner.“Here- try some,” he said,

You popped one in your mouth. And let out a sound of appreciation. They were very light and sweet, you nodded your head.

“Hm- very nice. And they are…sweet, my lord,” you commented.

You took another one as the servants arrived to clear your plates.

The next day was a formal announcement. It would be put on the doors of every church. And all of the court was gathered to watch with their rich cloaks and jewels glinting in the sun. 

In Hal stumbled. How pale he looked- no doubt still hungover. He looked at you and he stopped. Then he stepped forward. You felt as if it was a wedding ceremony already and it made lightning 

“We hereby announce an engagement- his majesty, Henry of Lancaster and the Lady Y/N will be married in two months time. Though they are already married in our eyes- we shall congratulate them on their union and the nuptials to follow,” announced the king to applause.

He turned to you both. He gave his son strict instructions, his eyes stern.

“Now Harry- kiss her and call her your princess,” ordered the king.

Hal looked down on you. He licked his lips, looking down at yours. Dear lord- was he about to kiss you before everyone! You instintually jerked a little away. He froze. Hesitated. He lowered his mouth and then set it tight shut again. Then your intended whispered in your ear.

“The cheek?”

You paused. It didn’t sound as bad as the lips.

“Yes,” you answered. 

He gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek with it seemed half of England to witness. 

This is began. Four long weeks of learning everything one had to know of being a princess. Learning French to converse with ambassadors, the history of the throne, the order of the servants, current matters, in addition to etiquette (which you took to very well) and so many things your head spun. Numerous formal public events where you had to stand by Hal and pretend you were a smiling, happy bride. Swallowing back what you really thought of him.

 Only talking to him when required. 

You didn’t doubt tha the didn’t like you.

No doubt he wishes he was off in Esatcheap, you thought. He doesn't even tolerate me.

All of your life, you did what you were told. It kept the peace. You never asked for much- just to be safe and content. Hopefully one day, maybe one day, fall in love with some nice gentleman and  marry him. A nice, peaceful, happy life. But instead- you had him?! Why couldn’t it be John instead? Or some foreign prince! One who didn’t get drunk constantly!

One day, you had time to yourself. You sat there with your embroidery, putting the pink thread in and out of the white cloth. Glad it could relieve the stress of your mind. In walked Hal, he was a member of the family now and was welcome in and out of your home. You only looked up, acknowledging him. 

“How are you, my lady?” he asked.

“I have been quite busy.” you answered.

He didnt have his cap, but kept on his red leather jacket and dark pants. His auburn curls that shone like amber when he walked by a ray of sunlight. And how…well fitting his jacket was on him. There was something stirring on you when you looked at him that you didn’t like. Attraction and yet also disgust.

“What did you…do this morning, my lady?” he asked. He fiddled with his hands placed on his lap.

He was forcing himself to spend time with you- you knew it. Just trying to be nice, pretending to be nice.

“Said my prayers, Ate breakfast. Wrote a few letters. I had a walk about…” you reported.

“That sounds very nice, Y/N,” he replied.

He sat up. Folding his arms, he leaned against the wall. He gave you a smile as he looked down on you, licking his lips. You had a guess as to what his thoughts were now. But here, without a thousand eyes watching over you, you could indulge in bluntness. 

“And you, no doubt, enjoyed your morning with your whores from the London streets,” you sniped, pulling the pink thread through again. “We might as well be honest with each other if our parents want us to marry, Hal. Expecting fidelity from you is like expecting a fish to sprout wings and feathers. I’m saving myself the disappointment.” 

You  kept your eyes down. Ready to stitch in the next one when Hal said-

“I have not lain with whores…”

You turned your face to meet his, and found his eyes hardening. His smile dropped. He stood up from leaning against the wall. You found your own mouth opening a little, though the words struggled to come out.

“What…what did you say?” you asked. You weren’t sure if you heard it right.

“I…I have not lain with a whore in…five months, Y/N. I will tell you that…”

Guilt burned inside you. You turned your eyes down.

“Oh…I’m sorry…my mistake…” you wished earnestly. “I just know how your…reputation of…you know…”

“I cannot blame you that…” he commented.

You kept sewing, with a bit more fervor. You saw Hal out of the corner of your eye get closer to you, sitting beside you. 

“You are always busy, my lady. Always doing something. Don’t think I do not notice how you study everything one must know to…to… I hardly see you smile.” he said. 

You looked up at him.

“I have serious matters to bear- and I for one, take this upcoming marriage seriously…” you said. “If I must adapt to life in the castle, life as a princess-your princess- I will know how…”

“It is all you do…”

“It’s my duty to…it’s what…what it means to…to marry you…” you sputtered out.

You didn’t know why you suddenly felt so anguished, so sad. You saw the imprint of hte needle on your fingertips. They felt sore- how long had you sewn?

“You think I don’t…don’t take this marriage seriously?! That I don’t take you seriously?!” Hal asked.

You tossed it down and went to the window to look outside to the green trees and grey sky. Unable to face him, wrapping arms around yourself. Feeling tears in your eye ducts.

“Hal…you know I am not the kind of person you’d choose to be your wife…you know I am not the kind of lady you fancy…just go…I don’t care if you’re betrothed to her or buy her for the night, at least you’ll be happy with some other woman. Just…just admit it…You don’t like me, I will…I’ll just make you miserable, I’ll…spare you the disappointment. I’ll speak to your father- ask him to end it… just- go and end the betrothal and leave me in peace…”

You felt a few tears in you. 

“My lady…you’re…you’re crying…” he commented. 

You heard him walk behind you. You finally confessed it all.

“Hal…I wanted…I just wanted to..to have a good life. A normal, peaceful life. I dreamt of…of love and of being wooed and courted and romance…and now here I am, but…but…I’m…”

You thought of it. The upcoming days. Everything. Your life upheaving. Married and made royalty in months.

“I’m just…overwhelmed…” you confessed.

You felt tears go down your eyes. You flinched. You expected him to laugh at you. To scoff at you. He didn’t.

You turned around to him. He found your handkerchief, white with strawberries sewn on it, and handed it to you. You wiped off your face.

“Do you want to know a secret?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“The reason father wanted me to marry you was that you were always so good, so rule-abiding. He believed you would tame me. But I see you…you’re so afraid of pleasing others. You forget your own pleasures in life-haven’t you ever wanted to see life? Life outside of manors and castles? See real people? Not lords and ladies- What it is like?” he asked, leaning closer to you.

You looked up. He opened his hand. You accepted it.

“You look like you have never relaxed a day in your life! And for all your assumptions about me…have you ever seen a tavern, my lady?” he asked.

“I…I…uh…no. No, I haven’t,” you confessed.

“Then…how about a change of scene?” he asked. He gave a small wink. It made you a little breathless.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

You were dressed in some peasant clothes that fit you- a simple blue dress over a white shift and a brown belt and long sleeves. Simple, but pretty. You liked pretty things and wanted to feel a little even as a peasant. Hal in his usual red leather. You both rode out on his black horse He took you out to those streets. It buzzed with flies. You could smell meat and see the butcher’s wares of dead animals hung out everywhere. A tall dog wagged its tail and sniffed the ground. It went up to you and you petted it. He felt scruffy and soft and panted with a smile. Then he went about sniffing. Hal turned to you. He looked out. It was a steady crowd of people going about. You couldn’t help but look about you.

“Here, my lady…take my hand,” he offered, outstretching his.

“How come?”

“I don’t want you to get lost,” he explained.

You accepted it. Feeling it’s warmth as he walked you through. Many turned to see him and bowed to him. It amazed you. He looked around- you never knew so many just ordinary people. All about. Lvinig their lives- how fascinating they were.

He then smiled.

“This…this is the one. The one that’s my favorite!”

It was called The Boar’s Tavern. He helped you in. Already it was crowded with people. Wooden and smelling of roasting, rich, savory meats and of ale, of wine. People chatted everywhere. Children played about with balls made of cloth. Ladies sat on the laps of men and laughed.

In was a woman with an apron, a hat over her head, and fingerless gloves. She was short and had grey hair and bright, red cheeks from her bustling about. 

“Aye! It is his grace, our Hal!”

He went up to her and kissed the side of her head.

The woman turned over and peeked at you, merely folding your hands before you. 

“And my-who is this lady?”

You curtsied out of habit and placed your hands before you. Suddenly shy.

“Mistreress Quickly-this is the lady Y/N. She is…she is my betrothed. Lady Y/N, this is Misteress Quickly-she owns and runs this tavern.”

You looked about. To think- she, a lady, ran this whole business! It was hers! She wasn’t a whore or a wife, she was a woman of business!

“All of this is yours?” you asked.

“Aye, it is. A right and good establishment, if I say so.” Mistress Quickly boasted.

“It’s…it’s very…it’s cozy…and it looked fun!” you said.

“Oh, we do have some fun. Hal-pour her some sack. We will give her some and a meal, on the house! Especially one about to be Lady Hal- oh, to think I’d see the day!” she remarked. 

She went over to gather up a fire for your meal and drinks. Men went about to lounge and laugh with each other. And about were women. Their shoulders exposed, and dresses cut to show more of their decolletage. Would they laugh at you? No…they were focused on drying their laundry. Or their eyes would turn up to you, nodding heads in acknowledgment before returning to their business. Misteress Quickly arrived and handed you both cups of wine or “sack.” It felt cheaper than what you drank at home-but stronger, burning down your belly. 

Then, finally, one approached you. Her head tilted in curiosity. She had unbrushed blonde hair and a dirty dress that revealed her shoulders. She put her hands on her hips.

“Why- you’re the lady Y/N, ain’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, yes I am. Pleased to meet you. What is your name?”

“Eh, call me Doll,” she answered. 

It was obvious-A whore! A real one! Flesh and blood! But even if she was one…you still owed her good manners. She looked down and then up at you.

“Why then- good to meet you too. I can tell already you’ve never had to put a toe here- but need not fear. We’re a merry bunch. Harmless. Everyone’s all laughter and drinks and all.,” she advised.

“That…that sounds nice…” you replied.

She went up to you, gently slapping your arm to hold it. Speaking already as if you were an old friend. 

“But you don’t have to be so all ‘yes my lord’ and ‘no my lord,’ here. Some old goat bothers you, you shove ‘im off. Here…have yourself a drink…”

“I…I’ve never met a…a whore before…” you commented.

“Why, now you have. Don't be scared- I don’t bite,” she said.

Mistress Quickly handed you a cup. Hal was already teasing a serving man named Francis with how many times he could run about. 

“Do you…like what you do?” you asked Doll.

“When the man’s nice, like my dear old Jack here” she gestured to Falstaff. “You get enough to get by.”

“Are you scared of having a baby?” you asked.

“You learn all the herbs and tricks to stop that. Most men want you to pleasure them with your mouth, anyways- can’t have a baby there,” 

You looked down at your cup, warm with embarrassment. Then you asked further, lowering your voice.

“Have you…been with Hal?”

She let out a little a small smile. She didn’t lower her voice. 

“Course I have! Yes-some of the women say he visited them. He’s a regular!” she told you.

“Doll, What was he…he like? Does it…does he hurt you?” you asked agian in a quite voice. 

“Hurt! Oh no! He’s sweet as can be! He won’t hurt you- unless you ask him to give you a good slap as he’s ridin’ you!”

She laughed at your embarrassed look.

“I’m…I’m his intended so…I wanted to know, to be ready…” you explained.

“Oh! Nervous for your duty and all that!? Well, I’ll tell you- he is a good man. And he’ll be good to you when it’s your turn. Now…what do you think of the sack?”

You took another sip of your cup. 

“It’s…it’s so good!”

“Try it with honey-it’s even better!”

 She showed you a honey jar and poured a little in your cup. And yes- it was even better. 

Then in stumbled an old man. So bulbous and a face so red he reminded you of a tomato. His white hair and great white beard, boasting to a crowd. 

“Three men! Oh no- I tell you- it was five men, hm yes! Five men I defeated there!” he bragged to the dirited companions surrounding him, all with amused looks. 

Then his eyes lit up, seeing you. 

“Falstaff…this is Y/N”

“Yes, and when I saw those six men, I-”

The man called Falstaff paused his bragging and turned to see you. He put his hands over his hips to look at you.  You curtsied again.

“Pleased to meet you, sir.” you said. 

The old man, plumper than a peach with a long grey beard and a red face went to you. He looked you up and down. Then he talked-talked so much you didn’t have time to reply. 

“Hmmm, ah, yes. This is the Y/N-the famous Y/N, lady Y/N. Yes-how much I see already. Her hands positioned to hold- the little smile, her posture-mmph, can tell already where she’s been. One of those convent girls. But if that is who will make Hal die on his wedding night, he will die smugly… I tell you, sweet wag-”

You turned  your eyes down before the floor. Falstaff was talking so boldly of…le petit mort in a public space! But you should have guessed from the whores how open everything was here. Hal blushed and put his head down. You looked away. Falstaff released a large laugh at your reaction. 

The old knight turned to Hal and patted his shoulder. 

“I’ve conquered many a heart in my day. Oooo, old Jack Falstaff has ways with women. Hmm- the letters I’d send them. There is a Lady Ford and a Lady Page and with one letter  to each, I’ll cuckold their husbands easily! So- here’s my advice, wag. Give her a sweet word, a letter -and she’ll be yours. I can show you the format- yes, yes. No woman can resist the love of the knight, Falstaff…I doubt even less this-”

He pinched Hal’s cheek.

“-Handsome, young prince here!”

He handed you the letters he planned on sending them. To your immense surprise, it was the same one only the names were switched. Before you could comment he got them again and folded them up, putting them in his pocket.

“Hmm- this calls for celebration- for Hal’s marriage and my seduction! Francis! Come over, lad! Give some sack before I die!”

He waddled over to where the cup bearer sat.

“Should we tell him? The letters are the same?” you asked.

“I would rather sit by and watch and laugh at him!” Hal replied. 

Then in came a young man with dark hair and dark eyes-slender and with a triangular nose.

“Oh here! A lady is here?! A new lady-” he said. 

“Why, Poins-here-I would like you to meet her. This is Lady Y/N.”

You made your curtsies again. He only gave you a cheeky smile. 

“Oh, well- tis time!” he muttered.

Hal shot to him with wide, nervous eyes. 

“Poins I-”

Poins then swooped you into his arms. You let out a little shreik from the feeling. 

“Hal! I have your maid! And now she is mine!” he teased.

So light and fun, you did not feel any fear. He caught you and lifted you above him with his strong arms. You were surprised at his strength- he hoisted you up and began running through the tavern. People laughed as Poins ran about with Hal chasing him and even you couldn’t help but laugh too. 

“Oh, Poins, you dog! Let me have her!” Hal cried.

Quickly he ran, you squealed from the feeling. Up high and dangling as Poins ran off. He went to a quick corner in one end and set you down. After seeing that he was hidden, he turned to you. 

“He will never admit it-but the man adores you, Y/N!” he confided.

Your jaw dropped.

“He…he what! Since…the bethrothal?” you asked.

“Before that- for several months since he met you! Won’t even touch Doll anymore!”

Shock flooded your system. The words earlier- they made sense.

Poins put up a hand. 

“ I swear he’s like some doe-eyed lover in a romance for you! He could hardly speak to you in your bethrothal- you make him nervous, Y/N! He wanted nothing more than you since when you first met! And now he sighs and pines. He blushes like a maiden! And seems half a man whenever your name is brought up! Y/N- And I must tell you something!”

He leaned closer.

“Long before the betrothal was a whisper…there was one night. It was dark and four in the morn. My sweet honey lord was quite drunk. He would sigh into his cup. I had to be fetched to drag him to a bed. Do you know what he was muttering? He cursed into his cup, lamenting “Y/N- sweet creature- Oh, Y/N! Curse the day Fate gives you to another!’ before he fell to the floor. Dear lady-show him a little mercy! Or be clever- Turn this prince into your servant when you can!”

You had no words. Your eyes are wide. Of course…this could be a lie. Just something he was making up to flatter you. To prank you. But, something inside of you was telling you it was truth…if so, why would he lie to you? What would Poins gain?

Then Hal swept in, his face bright red.

“Please, enough! Are you hungry, my lady!? I think you should to dinner- there’s going to be music you might like.” he suggested.

“Of…of course,  Hal,” you replied.

He turned around, his eyebrows going up as you used his nickname. The one his friends here called him. 

As you reached over, you clasped his hand. Hal went still for a moment, seeing that you eagerly put yours in his. Feeling your touch. Then he went on.

As you ate, you noticed women left with men. They held the hands of their customers and led them to their rooms. Then the moans and grunts and the rhythms of something hitting the walls not long after. Wet sounds, too- without shame of their volume.  You swallowed the urge to gasp and looked down in embarrassment. Hal only gave a smirk as he ate on.

“Are they…” you turned to Hal.

“They aren’t reading, I can tell you that…” Hal laughed as he picked up some meat and chewed it in his mouth. 

“They’re so…so loud…so…so shameless, I never….Wouldn’t they be embarrassed?” you asked.

Yet part of you…you would never admit it…the sounds also…you liked them. You…envied them. And with Hal so near. His leather just brushed against your arms. 

“When one finds pleasure here, they don’t feel ashamed of it. They just enjoy it.”

“Isn’t it…sinful?” you asked.

“Sinful for how their bodies react when they touch each other? How God made them? If they agree to it, it cannot be, I think…”

 Both of you finished your meals. The sounds of their pleasure became dimmer. You heard people get out instruments and play them. There was starting to be laughter. A gentleman with a large and red nose- Bardolph, went up and greeted Hal. As Hal went up to welcome his friend, you suddenly felt a tug on your arm.

There was a gentleman at least ten years your senior. He had sharp eyes and his strong arm pulled you closer. He gave you a wide, lascivious smile as he handed you several coins.

“Here, girl…” he said.

“Sir…what is this?” you asked, looking at the coins.

“This, this is for you, of course, my dear.”

“For me?”  you repeated.

 It then hit you why. 

He grabbed your arms.Panic surged through your system. He tried to drag you off to the nearest dark corner, but you forced your feet still. Tugging at him, struggling to break off. You managed out of his arms, and then he grabbed your hand. But you stayed still. A glimpse at Doll Tearsheet and your heart was racing. 

“Sir- there’s been a mistake! I’m a lady! I am not a whore!” you stated.

“Ah, the whore thinks she can refuse, eh?! Why else would Misteress Quickly bring a new beauty to The Boar’s Head!” he asked.

“I’m just visiting, sir! Doll is right over there! And plenty of others could use it more than me!” you cried. Glancing towards the other women.

Doll’s head perked up and she sensed something amiss. Even the whores looked among each other in seriousness once they realized what was happening. 

“This money’s not for Doll, it’s for you. You would be a delight in bed tonight!”

Doll touched the arm of the prince by Bardolph, alerting him. 

You were ready to fight him, ready to run, then in came Hal. He whipped out his dagger and pointed it to the man’s nose. He jumped off. Doll ran forward and pulled you away, pulling you into a protective hug.

“Leave her be- you miscreant!”

The villain held up his hands and backed off slowly.

“Why, your little grace..what else have you to do with this woman? I was about to pay for her, like any other man here. Why do you act thus?”

The music paused and eyes turned. Amused and worried, as to what would happen next. Would a fight break out? Would there be more men who thought they could be your “customers?” You cowered further into Doll, clinging to her. Oh dear God, how bad this was getting!

Your heart raced. Hal glanced at you. You looked at Hal with wide eyes. He then unsheathed his dagger and looked at the man. Then Hal made his reply.

“Because she is my whore for tonight!”

The earth stopped turning. You could hear your fast heartbeat and your jaw dropped. Hal went up to you. With great strength, he pulled you from Doll’s arms to his. In a second, before you could process it, he sat down on the nearest surface and pulled you to his lap. You made a small gasp at the feeling. He wrapped an arm possessively around you.

Then he looked thunderously at the tavern. They were silent as he made a declaration. 

“I bought her company all this evening. Tonight, she is mine. And if any man here thinks they can dare touch what is mine, their head will be lobbed off under order of the Prince of Wales- is that clear!?”

He nodded his head, and the other wide-eyed men swallowed and took note.

Mistress Quickly scurried towards the musicians.

“Play! Play! Oh- give us a song! Something merry!” she insisted. 

They played and the tension relaxed. People went back to their drinking and their business. But you remained sitting on Hal. 

“Play along,” he whispered into your ear.

But sitting on his lap… It was making you…feel something. Something you couldn’t quite name. Your heart was beating even harder. Your body felt like it was with fever. And as for between your legs, it was stirring, something, something you had never felt before-and you wanted more of it. He was right there, beneath you. You felt his hands go around to your back.

Others were siting at Hal’s table. You both glanced to see whores with their customers- they were kissing. 

He eyed you and them. Then, he touched touched your chin. He asked.

“A kiss for me, my beauty?”

Enough so that no one would suspect anything. 

“I, uh-yes,” you replied.

 Then he pulled you in for a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss. Feeling his soft lips, the wine on his breath and tasting rich, like you could become drunk from him-his touch alone was making you feel intoxicated already. You tugged at him, and he kept a hand at your back to secure you. You sighed from it. Groaning from it. Then he released. His pupils were wide and both of you were catching your breaths. 

“Hal…”

You then gathered your skirt in your hands and looked down. What scared you was how much you liked touching him. How…how wonderful this felt. How…nice. Something between your legs was stirring. It was getting wet and you sensed it was not with urine or menstrual blood.

Hal then smiled at his companions at the table and raised a glass to them. 

“Y/N…my pretty whore…to the jewel of the Boar’s Head, Y/N-and a jewel she will be in my bed tonight.”

They cheered as they raised their cups. They had a deep drink. You were handed one and drank too.

“Yes-uh, yes, my lord, I will be-uh, very happy to pleasure you tonight,” you muttered in agreement, before having a sip.

He reached his hand down yours. Then he lifted up your hand to his lips and kissed you on your pulse, keeping a steady hold on it as he lowered.

Then they began to boast of how the wine caskets were being opened and how much they could drink in one go. Laughing, they ran over to sample it. 

Hal turned over to you. He had a half-smile

“My lady…your pulse is racing very fast…are you afraid of me?” he asked, though with a touch of cheekiness.

“No,” you answered. But you were afraid of how much you liked this. 

“It’s only when I touch you, is it?” you asked.

“Yes…yes it is…” you confessed breathlessly.

He made a small laugh and you could have sworn he was blushing. 

“It’s only your body reacting to me. It’s how God, how nature made us- nothing more… Can you continue the pretense? For a little bit?” he asked.

“Yes, Hal, I can,” you said.

He then slid you off of his lap to be on the seat next to him. Once when you thought you could cool your senses, he turned close to you, touching your leg as you were near and wrapping his other arm around you.

“Do you like the wine here, my lady?” he asked.

“I’ve…I’ve never had better, sweeter wine…I haven’t drank too much of it, have I?” you asked.

“If you’re still walking safely, then the answer is no, Y/N,” he replied. 

Then the music got to a gig. People got up, getting partners.

“Are they going to dance?” you asked.

“Yes, they are!” he confirmed.

“You took his hands, smiling and getting up.”

“Dance with me Hal- do you know how to?” you asked.

“Yes, yes I do!” he answered.

You led him over as couples gathered around. They managed to kick their steps in time and though he still had trouble with his feet, he was smiling- relaxed. Far more relaxed than he was at any court ball.

At one point you had to turn around. But all you could see was him. Your bodies moved so well together- almost in sync here. You could look at him and do the steps fluidly. Feeling his touch, looking into his eyes. He held your hand…something was different. He kept a hand to your back warm and splayed. It never felt this nice.

Then…it ended. And he was still holding your hand. Catching your breaths and looking into each other's eyes. Hesitantly, he let go.

“Did you like that, my lady?” he asked.

“I…I liked it. Very much.”

You wanted him. You wanted his touch. More of him. He placed you back on his lap as he sat down right next to a table. He nestled into your neck.

“I’ll tell them I’m taking you with me to the palace and then escort you home,” he whispered. 

“People are…are leaving more, now…” you commented. The crowds were thinning. The noise was calming down. 

“Why…it’s getting late…a tavern has two lives. The celebration and then the dimming, the seriousness, when all is dark and gloomy.”

“It’s still…it’s peaceful… I do like it Hal…”

His lips moved to speak and then froze. He touched your cheek tenderly.

“Y/N…” he muttered.

“What is it?”

His softened to you.

“You’re…you’re a beautiful woman…and…and a good woman, too…” he confessed breathily, earnestly. 

“I am your…your whore…” you said aloud, aware there were others. You nervously glanced around and then he held your chin back to face him. 

“Y/N, I don’t care what you are now. I just want you to kiss me again.”

You did, feeling him. His mouth. His touch. He pressed himself towards you- to keep you close again. You heard him sigh into it. Then lips releasing- yet it felt too soon. He whispered your name. His voice. And it was not pretense. 

“Sweetest of ladies…my dearest…”

Before you knew it, he laid you down on that table. Your breath was knocked out of you. You felt your back hit the wood. He crawled on top of you on the table. Your bare legs peeking from your skirt being hiked up from your position, he touched them, feeling your skin up and down. But his weight didn’t touch you and his hands feeling your thigh made you feel even dizzier. He laid another kiss on you. You couldn’t catch your breath. You couldn’t believe How…good all of this felt. And your folds were wetting already, and not with urine or menstrual blood. He kissed you again. His hips touched yours and you felt your legs go up in instinct. A truly whorelike moan escaped you. You never felt…like this before. This climb up, this ecstasy.

This…need. 

He let go of his lips. Then pulled off of you. But The cold air hit you like a shot. But it was still stirring inside of you. This desire…screaming, turning inside you.

You wanted him.

“I’m sorry- I was carried away,” he muttered. “Y/N…I’ll…I’ll stop,”

“No!” you hissed.

He paused, his eyes wide. You went to him and touched his face. You swallowed deeply.

“I…I didn’t want you to stop,” you confessed.

“What?” he mumbled, tilting his head.

The words flew out of you. You gathered yourself on his lap. Feeling your legs wide, the cool air against your soaking, throbbing arousal. You wanted it complete- you wanted him. You touched his face, speaking softly. 

“Hal…I don’t want you to stop…what…what is it like? When you lie with a woman? With a whore? How does it feel? I want to know Hal…I want to…I want you to…to do the act on me. Take me…you are my husband already they say…then show me what is it like to bed you. What will it be like to be your wife? Please Hal-they think I’m your whore anyway- so bed me. Tonight. Now. Show me what it is like…” you begged quietly.

His jaw dropped. He pulled you closer. Another hand wrapping around you close. His voice was husky and his eyes gentle.

"Y/N...tonight...You want me... and you trust me?” 

“Yes,” you answered.

You felt his breaths shudder. Then he took your hand. He downright pulled you to Mistress Quickley in a corner counting money.

"Is there a spare room?" he asked.

She pointed upstairs. 

"For you? The second one you see up there," she explained with a nod.

He paid her. Then, he took your hand and led you up. Your heart was racing, going right up. He opened the door and let you in.

It was a wooden room. Cozy with plenty of space. Humble chairs. A window with brown crossed latched. And a large bed with a feathered mattress and four posters right when you opened the door. Moonlight shone through the windows. There were a few lit candles. Enough to see, but enough it was dim, private, romantic. 

Hal, far too tall for the doorframe, ducked under it with a fluid ease.

“Now…at last, we can be alone…and at last…you will be mine in every way…” he husked.

He pushed the door shut as he kept looking into your eyes. Then He grabbed your face and he kissed you. Then he took his hands and put his hips to yours. It caused friction that made you gasp. It nudged a sensitive part of you and you shuddered.

"Is it locked? If...if someone walks in?" you muttered, remembering yourself.

"Will they disturb the Prince of Wales, now? I will send them away..." he whispered.

You felt his fingers going up from your sides, then to touch your waist, gripping it. 

"I have someone more important with me now," he said with a smile. 

He sat on the bed and pulled you to sit on his leg. You let out a small sound at the feeling. His hand went up your skirt, finding your thighs.

“Spread your legs my dear…let me help you…I will make you ready…” he whispered.

He bunched up your skirt, so you felt it gather around your hips. His hands opened your legs so that you felt his knee right against your bare folds.

The smooth leather of his pants hit against your most private area- wet and sensitive. You felt it…brush against him, the material of his pants. You let out a gasp. So sensitive- stimulated. But you wanted more. 

“Do you like this feeling?” he asked.

You nodded. He guided your hips. It moved back, and then forth- making friction and a chill ran against you. You let out a small gasp.

“H-Hal! That…that feels…feels so good…”

He moved your hips to grind against his thigh.

“There….now darling…ride it like a horse-there,” he said.

He guided your hips to grind against his leg. You placed your hands over his broad, strong shoulders. It was pulling you close. The tension- it was making you gasp. Sounds coming out of you that you never thought you could make-touching him. Even with his codpiece on, you could tell something was stirring inside him too. He gave you another kiss as you rode his leg. Then his hands went over to your blouse. He touched your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Are you alright, my lady?” he asked with a smug smile.

You let out a moan as an answer. He grabbed you. He kissed you more as if he was drunk and you were ale. Still clothed entirely and already a mess for each other. His voice low, he said into your ear.

"When I join with you, I'm going to make you cry out louder with pleasure than any whore here ever did. And they will know who gives this to you- your lord. And when I'm inside you, there will be more blessings between your legs than any church could give me…”

He kissed you again. His hand moved up to cup your breasts. He moved them around, feeling them. He moved, a finger playing with the string tie that held it together- your shift beneath he began to unlace the strings of your bodice. You paused, the cool air of your chest as it was lowering for him.

“I didn’t say you could stop…keep going. I’m going to undress you slowly- I want to enjoy every inch of you revealed to me…” he ordered.

You kept grinding.

Your blouse was loose, showing your shoulders. He pressed a kiss onto them that made you sigh out another little groan.

His hands greedily remove your garments. He took off your belt,. The little fingerless gloves joined it’s pile. Then finally his hands went to the collar of your dress and shift, already loose. He pulled your dress over your head. Then, in only your shift, he tugged it down until it pooled over your hips. Your bare breasts and stomach before him. You felt his eyes see you, all of you. You chilled from the cold. But he only smiled. He wrapped both arms around your waist and cupped your cheek. He looked down-seeing your breasts rising with your excited breaths. He licked his lips at Your stomach and Your hips. 

“Beautiful…just beautiful…how lucky I am to enjoy you for all of my life now,” he said.

Then he kissed you at the nape between your neck amd shoulder. You sighed into it.

"H-Hal..." you voiced out. 

You held onto him.

“What are you thinking, my love?” he asked.

“That…this duty feels…feels nice…That I…I’m going to be your wife and…I should…perform my duty to you…” you voiced out. 

He put his hands on your hips and stopped your grinding. Then he took and you half threw you on the bed. He went over to you getting on top of you. You felt his fingers then reach one digit to your folds. You let out a small cry. 

"You should know of passion, not duty, in our bed. You should know the ecstasy I can give you every night from now on. would you like that?” he asked.

"Y-Yes...my lord, yes Hal.."

You gasped feeling it. He removed his fingers, slick with your juices. He began to undo his jacket- your wetness grazing the leather and making a small stain. Then removed his black shirt. He went up to you. 

He took your hand. He traced the wrist gently with his finger. Then he kissed it. 

"There is my little sweetling...such a good little wife she will be…doing everything for her husband…and she will be rewarded…”

 You got him, your nails digging into his warm back. He slid a finger back into you. He got it out, then back in. You clutched onto him- feeling him against the lips between your legs as he swirled around. You ground against it, finding even more pleasure.

"Oh...oh Lord....Hal…your fingers are so…so-!”

"Do you like that, my sweet lady, do you enjoy being ruined this way?"

"Yes...yes...more, Hal- I want more!"

“Sweet little bird…so eager, so willing. Willing to please- to let me corrupt her. What would those nuns think of you now, hm? What would they know of what we have here, now?  I will enjoy having you- and I will have you every night. How does that sound for Duty, hm?”

He kissed and slid a tongue over yours. He slid another finger, pumping in and out.  Your legs had to widen to accommodate him. You made so many noises. 

You felt so hot, you felt his weight, shifting on top of you. To kiss you. To adore you. His snaking body grinding against you-he kissed you like you were food. His need. His ache. His hair fell softly through him. He cupped your cheeks and kept kissing you again.He groaned as he kissed

He let go with a smirk on his face. You felt something bubbling inside you- going up.

"I should have…should have taken you on the table...before all of them to watch-"

“Better late than never,” you breathed out, both of you melting into small laughter. 

But right before it climbed too high up, he removed his fingers, slick with you. You took his body in. His beautiful, lean body. How soft yet strong he was. So many muscles in just his arm alone. His chest- how beautiful it was. How…broad he was, too. And not just his chest that felt large. 

He removed his codpiece and slid off his pants easily. Your eyes went down to that cock-hard and eager and huge. Twitching. You had to swallow a moan from it-how was it going to fit in you? He then slid you down the bed-and he remained standing.

“Yes- look at me, darling. It might hurt a little, sweet wife. I will be slow,” you voiced.

But you were so eager-so desperate-you had to be with him. How warm he felt now- skin against skin. He kissed you once more time, his hips teasing what was to come.  Yet he was still remaining standing.

"Here...are you ready, my dear?”

“Yes, yes I am! My lord, please! Please take me!”

You felt his cock teasing against your entrance. He began to graze his hands up and down your thigh. touching up and down them. He looked at your pussy and smiled. Then, positioning your legs already to be between his head. He began to trust in you by sinking in. Inch by agonizing inch, he slowly vanished in.  

You let out a cry-a whimper. You had never been filled like this.

“ Oh my god-Hal!”

He groaned, easing him last bit of his cock inside you. The slight pain then began to melt.

“Do you want me to stop?”

The pain was gone-fizzled to pleasure. You were…getting used to him.

“No…no…please…please keep going. Please-”

He backed and then thrust.

“Oh! Oh- yes-yes, Hal-please.”

The began- thrusting slowly inside you. Still standing and you laying down. His hips rocked back. Creating such friction, such heat, like none you have felt. He was groaning hard. Each thrust was better than the last one.  

All you could say was a prayer. Simply repeating “please-yes-oh, oh my god-please, Hal, please-yes, there, Hal-”

You were used to it, then he increased the pace. He hissed out your name. He held you still so you had to take all of him- not that you would complain.  You felt your voice rising. All you saw was him, felt was him. He was nailing you-he was keeping you right into the end of the bed as he stood. So deep and full were his penetrations. Then his hand slid.

“Ah- yes-Here..my little rose has a rosebud inside her-” he said.

He found your nub, and then began to strum it with his thrusts. Even more pleasure whirled in you- it felt even better.

"Oh! Oh-gods! Hal! Yes! Yes-please-Yes! There!”

"Yes-cry my name, tell all of Boars-nrgh-all of Boar's Head-nrsh-who your lord is..."

Flesh slapped against flesh as he increased his pace. You weren’t sure now- you slide back and forth, whimpering with pleasure. 

“You-are-mine-now-nrgh-Gods and-Fuck-yes your lord-yes-gives you-gods-yes,this-fuck-your lord always-always satisfies you-”

His pace increased. He was grunting, moaning. You now understood why the noises came from those rooms-you were making them yourself. He pounded and pounded you into the bed.

“Hal…Hal-something-something in me-it’s…it’s going up…” you whimpered.

He kept strumming you.

“You’re close-close my dear-it’s going to overwhelm you- yes- it’s-it’s me too- give into it-give into it- cry ou t- let it happen-yes-fuck-yes-yes-yes, now, my dear- come now- come now!”

Then finally, you felt it-pleasure bursting, overwhelming you. It hit you so suddenly, so hard, you let out a shout that echoed.  You cried out-

“Yes-Hal-Hal!”

With a groan and a thrust, brought on by your own brink, he came. You felt him pump inside you. It was probably lucky to have the wedding in two months- if a child came from this, none but you would know. 

He paused, collapsing down onto you. Only to hold you, nestling you close.

“Hal…I…I have no words…” you whispered.

“You cannot ask to break this betrothal…not after what we’ve shared…” he breathed. He then went up to see your face. “Please, Y/N…I…I…”

“I love you too, Hal,” you replied.

He smiled, kissing you. A deep breath of relief through him. He positioned himself there on the bed, holding you for only a bit. 

“We…we will have to get home soon…we…we will get in trouble…” you said.

“What sweet trouble it was….but I will see you home safe…” he replied.

 He redressed you and you helped redressed him. When it seemed the tavern was asleep without witnesses about the main room, he held your hand and led you back to his horse outside. Eagerly you both galloped, but you laughed as the wind tickled you. You found riding so close to him comfortable now and leaned back against him. An embrace as each landing of the steed’s hooves brought you closer. Then you were brought back home.

He was there at the entrance, knowing the servants would escort you to separate rooms, separate beds. He took your hand and then kissed it. A goodnight promise.

“Sleep well, my lady, he wished.

“Shall I see you tomorrow?” you asked.

“Every day,” he replied with a smile that matched yours.

[rosypenguins]

Hi!!

I watched TMF 2 days ago because of edits I saw (and gacha phase didn't really left me after 5 years). Then I watched it again yesterday just for Drew & Jake interactions, wanted to see their rights and wrongs

I'm mostly on Drew's side even if he was the bully one, I mean it's understable that Jake wanted to be in the club and was afraid that he will lose his friends (and maybe get bullied by them) that he knew for 3 years. BUT I'm honestly mad at Jake that he didn't tell his best friend that his girlfriend is cheating on him. He also ignored the messages Drew was sending or even their group chat. If it comes to Drew: he didn't want to loose Jake and even if his actions weren't perfect (maybe toxic some ppl would say), he had good intetions. At least for Jake because he really thought they are using him (I kinda think Drew could have been in situation like this)

While watching their final fight, I felt like watching break up: Drew's broken voice especially on "freak" part, dull eyes, I mean everyone even disappeared after like it was only their moment. Drew lost the person he didn't want to loose, and he obv had a crush on him too. And then Jake after losing his friends, he is just thinking about club like the other ones were nothing. I know Jake misses them, even on stage he thought he saw these three. But why does he gave up on them so easily - I kinda understand him sometimes but I also don't

I saw your headcanon post and Drew begin biromantic is just perfect and I love it cause it fits him perfectly and also me too and it just made me love him even more and I totally agree and it is canon end of discussion

I kinda agree about Jake begin straight but he could also have been bi (that also has no idea about most of the orientations anyway) and not knowing this because he only accepts his girl crushes (boys are only "I was just embrassed" or "everyone like complements alr" I won't forget this mini small blush when Henry wanted to watch anime with you)

Even if their fight was messed up it wasn't that bad yet. I mean: Jake was in worse terms with the club after the audio because of what he said. But they made up and were even closer later. Some scenes *cough* break up *cough* made me ship Jake and Drew and even if Jake was kinda toxic, he didn't mean it and I really want him to try better and fight for their friendship

I love juffering and druffering but I also really hope that it won't separate these two permanently (Drew deserves better but I know Jake can be better, he just need to work on this)

*thinking if I forgot anything* Sorry it's a little long btw! I wanted to put my thoughts about these two so much

First: Yes, I loved the Drakeup but I can definetly agree that Jake seemed to move on too quickly. And I think it’s implied he’s trying to mask, but honestly I think this is just a flaw in the overall story-writing. As much as I love TMF, it definitely leans more towards telling than showing, and this problem is especially apparent with Jake. We’re told Jake cares about the Jomies, but we never see it. What we see is Jake running off to the Music Club, ghosting his friends, lying to them, and hiding the fact his best-friend’s girlfriend is cheating on him. So that’s probably why it felt so quick. And I wish we had more scenes of Jake with the Jomies, showing that he actually does care about them. I wish we had at least one other moment of him feeling upset about losing his friends. Hopefully this’ll be explored more in S2, and I’m praying we get more showing and less telling in the future.😭

Second, YESSS I’M SO GLAD U AGREE WITH MY DREW HEADCANON HIS BIROMANTIC VIBES ARE CRAZYYYY but also I totally understand what you mean about Jake. To be honest, I’ve seen so many different interpretations of Jake regarding both his sexuality and gender, and honestly all of it makes a lot of sense. That’s something I love about Jake’s character from a writing standpoint: there’s just so much room for interpretation. I may see him as a clueless straight guy, but I’ve seen people headcanon him as bi, transmasc or genderfluid. We’re all just having fun coming up with our own little ideas for him and personally I think that’s beautiful.

And finally, OMG IF ROSY LEAVES DREW AND JAKE SEPERATED I WILL RIOT. But thankfully, I highly doubt this’ll happen. With how much Rosy’s been hyping up Drew’s character, there is no way their fight won’t at least be acknowledged. And as much as I’m hoping for Drew redemption, I also wouldn’t mind if we got a Drew villain arc either. Either way I’m super hyped!

And I also feel like Drew’s characters been way too built up to just mot be explored. Like they don’t even need to make up. I just want them to acknowledge what happened and their friendship. If they were just done the rest of the series that’d be such a sour note to end on. I’m so fucking excited for season 2 I’m praying for Drew redemption but if Drew decides to have a villian arc I’m certainly not gonna complain. I’m just overall hyped lmao.

Never apologize for a long ask, I had such a fun time reading through! Thank you so much for sharing with me.