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Syverson Family War

Summary-> You've just gotten off a 12-hour shift at the hospital, only to return home and get swept up into a Syverson Family War, between your husband and three children.

Pairing-> Austin "Sy" Syverson/Reader

Word Count-> 3.2k

Warnings-> PG: FLUFF, Cotton Candy Fluff, Light Teasing, Soft!Sy, SAHD!Sy, Nurse!Reader

Inspiration-> This Instagram Video (If this isn't Sy vibes, idk who Sy is!)

Author’s Note-> This is a work of Fiction!

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You were more than excited to be home after a nearly twelve hour shift at the hospital. Your back throbbed and your feet were screaming at the top of their arches from running up and down the ER department. You didn’t not even bother gathering up your tote of stuff, as you got out of your car, since you had the next two days off. So, they would wait until a two hour long bubble bath and a nap with eternity.

But upon entering your modest, two story Ranch house, you were bombarded by silence. Your eyes narrowed as they scanned the dining room to your left and living room to your right, ears pricking up for the slightest movement from the bedrooms upstairs.

Something was clearly off. It was almost never this quiet in the Syverson household.

There was always some sort of ruckus or chaos in motion. Your husband blasting music in the garage, where he had set up a small work-out area or telling off whatever game was playing on the enormous tv in the living room. If it wasn’t Sy, it was a combination of your three kids. Your two boys wrestling each other over a toy or giggles, or your daughter discovering a new, little critter from the backyard and bringing it in, before promptly losing it. Or all three kids getting into mischief with each other somehow.

But when it was silent, you knew there were real shenanigans afoot.

You drew in a deep breath, mustering what energy you had left inside yourself, for Syverson Madness. “Guys! I’m home!” You called out, swinging the front door shut with a little more strength than usual, as you moved a step deeper into the powderkeg. “What are you nuts up to?” You mumbled to yourself, moving towards the living room, still trying to keep yourself alert for any kind of trap or scare.

Little good it did, as a strong hand suddenly grabbed your elbow and yanked you backwards into the dark portal of the laundry room door, with a yelp. The hand shifted to your mouth and the door closed with a soft click.

“Ssshh.” Sy cooed at you, moving his hand away. “Gotta keep quiet, Sugar Butt.” He chuckled at you.

You could hear the smirk on his bearded face, before he clicked on the tactical flashlight he was carrying. You looked him over in the dim light, discovering him in his full Army tactical gear, minus his bare feet. He even sported his night vision goggles clipped to his helmet.

“What in the he-” You were about to demand, scanning him again, but spotted one of your son’s Nerf Rifles strapped to his back. “Give me that!” You huffed, gobsmacked, as you took the light and started checking him and the laundry room out. “Good Lord, Almighty!” You laughed, shaking your head.

He had a Nerf pistol in his thigh holster, a pump gun on the dryer, a blaster beside that, and copious amounts of ammo on the washer, with pop grenades. Which you knew were filled with either baby powder or flour from the last time a Syverson War had been declared on the house.

You looked up at your husband, bottom lip trapped between your teeth for a moment. “How long has World War Syverson Seven been going?” You asked, completely amused by how lost Sy got into playing with your kids, and how much they loved it when he did.

Sy looked at his watch. “Since just after breakfast. Myles chose violence and shot Ada in the back, while she was trying to color a picture. Tears ensued, which caused Colt to declare revenge on Myles, in Ada’s name.”

“You got roped into this, how?”

“Ada got in on it, insisting she didn’t need a man to defend her honor…”

“That’s my girl.” You chuckled, smirking.

“It is.” Sy laughed back. “But, in defending her own honor, she shot me in the leg, while I was trying to get them to chill out.”

You nodded your head, seeing all the pieces fall into place. “Which, obviously, by the Syverson Code, requires you to defend your own honor.”

“Obviously, Angel!” Sy answered, faking outrage. “You should know that, after fifteen years!”

“Fifteen years, and I’m still jotting things down in the Syverson Code of Conduct booklet!” You laughed, shaking your head, there were a lot of things Sy lived and would die by.

They were many of the things that made your heart swell with love for the burly, ex-Army vet.

“So, how do I configure into this madness?”

“You just got home from a super long shift, Sugar.” He answered, brow pinching. “You’re an innocent bystander. I just had to save you before one of those hellions out there shot you.”

“My savior.” You cooed, pushing up on your toes and kissing him. “My back and arches appreciate you.”

“The Lair is off limits, per usual.” He informed you. “We just have to make it out of here and upstairs.”

“Quite the way.” You commented, mentally mapping your and Sy’s route out of the laundry room, through the living room and entryway, then finally up the stairs and home free to the master bedroom, which was referred to as the Lair, where you could rest without having to worry about the family war.

“All right, Captain, what’s the plan?”

He gave you the Syverson wink and reached over your head, there was a sharp click and from outside the laundry room, you heard the kids’ screech. Sy had thrown the power switch to the house, plunging it into the darkness. You chuckled, smirking, understanding his tactic now.

“Stay close.” He whispered to you, clicking his ammo to his vest on, before moving to the door. “The enemy is sneaky and uncivilized.” He said, pressing his body against it, listening carefully to the other side.

“Like their father.” You mumbled under your breath with a snort, huddling yourself against his back.

“I’d say more like their mama.” Sy commented back, reaching back to pop you on the bum, then slowly cracked open the door.

You shuffled out after him, casting glances over your shoulder every few seconds. It was easy going, getting through the living room. Sy had defended it mightily throughout the day, so the kids had become shy about entering their father’s domain. You trusted Sy to protect you, from everything, your kids included. Silly as that was to think.

“We have movement at 12!” Sy called out, catching your nine year old, Myles, through his night vision in his fort, consisting of the dining table and chairs that he was hunkered down underneath, belly crawling from one end towards the other, closing the gap between himself and the entryway. “He’s under the table. A sneaky little sniper boy.” He snickered, shouldering the Nerf-AR resting against his side.

You scrunched yourself up behind Sy’s wide and muscular back as Nerf Darts started whizzing by, striking the scuffed wood floor or sticking to the walls. Both Sy and Myles laughed maniacally as they shot at each other; tossing weak insults on top of it.

“Milk drinker!” Myles shouted, hustling to reload.

“Lizard eater!” Sy shot back, smirking.

“Now, boys!” You scolded weakly, snorting.

They continued their assault, Sy guiding you towards a pocket the bottom stairs provided coming down into the foyer, allowing you to take cover and him to shoot through the bars of the steps.

“Are you hit?” You asked, playing along with the game.

“Nothing I’ll die from.” He answered, reloading his weapons. “But, you can be a good nurse and kiss them all better.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“That’s cheating!” Myles yelled out.

“Well, If I was over there, I’d do the same thing to you, Bud!” You called back, planting a kiss on Sy’s cheek, his well-groomed beard tickling your skin.

“An aid relief truce then?” Myles suggested, poking his head out from under the table.

“Certainly not!” Sy barked back, popping a Nerf dart off over his son’s head, sending him scurrying back into his fort. “She’s my nurse! I found her out wandering the battlefield, unprotected. If you wanted her to be your nurse, you should have found her first, yourself!”

“I almost did! Before you kidnapped her!” Myles huffed, hotly. “You’re holding her hostage!” He suddenly insisted. “Don’t worry, Mama. I’ll rescue you!”

“Oh my, a hostage situation.” You sighed, licking your lips. “I appreciate your devotion, son.”

“Ha.” Sy scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t think so, boy. I’m escorting this lovely lady to the Lair.”

As Sy and Myles argued over who was going to have the pleasure of accompanying you upstairs, you caught a slight movement behind you and Sy, lurking in the darkness of the living room; moving slowly. It vanished behind the couch, and for a moment you thought it was just Aika, but when something popped up over the back of the couch, then quickly ducked down again, you were then positive it wasn’t the old girl. But your Daddy’s girl, Ada. Of all the children, six year old Ada was the most like her father. She’d been attached to Sy’s hip from the moment she left your womb. Hanging on Sy’s every word, movement and action, that sometimes it spooked you.

So, watching her stealth around in the dark of the living room was both impressive, amusing and a tad terrifying. Especially since you knew the little hellion was coming for revenge on her father and brother. There were no alliances between them during a Syverson war. You were the only ally allowed to go between the four of them. Mending wounds, mostly pretend ones, but sometimes there were real ones. Sometimes, you’d team up with one of them, to take on the other three.

“On your six! In the living room, babe!” You warned, snagging the Nerf pistol from Sy’s thigh holster as he reacted, purely by instinct, removing one of his baby powder pop grenades, tossing it behind him without looking, trusting your instruction.

Ada startled, surprised that you had noticed her, followed by a cloud of baby powder obscuring her view. She came to a halt, upon hurdling the back of the couch, in an attempt to overtake you and Sy. You took aim and fired, the Nerf dart hitting her square in the chest.

“Nice shot, hon.” Sy nodded, patting your leg, then called out to his daughter. “Sorry, Cricket, but that’s a kill shot.” He told her, his voice soft, but uncompromising.

Ada huffed, pressing her lips together. “Not fair, Mama isn’t supposed to shoot us! She doesn’t have anything to avenge!” She protested, crossing her arms.

Sy chuckled, cocking his head at her. “Mama has her own special rules in our Wars, you know that, Cricket.”

“I’ll come kiss it better, but you know Daddy’s five minute rule.” You chimed in, feeling bad about it, you honestly hadn’t meant to hit her, it was just a lucky shot.

But rules were rules. You could go and kiss her boo-boo better, allowing her to enter the War game again. However, Sy had made a rule that anyone hit with a Kill Shot had to be dead for at least five minutes, before you could render aid to them.

“All right.” Ada sighed, before flopping to the floor with a dramatic sound.

“Where were we?” Sy asked, then nodded. “Right, Myles, kindly allow me to escort my Nurse upstairs.”

“No deal, Pops.” Myles replied, shaking his head.

“Can I just go upstairs on my own?” You asked, peeking at your son through the spindles of the stairs.

Myles was quiet for a moment, considering. “Only if I get to keep you to myself for an hour!” He finally answered.

“Oh, he drives a hard bargain, that son of yours.” You teased Sy, tickling the back of his neck.

“That he does.” Sy agreed, shivering, as he brewed over Myles' offer. “You can have her for thirty minutes!” He negotiated with him.

“Thirty minutes!” Myles barked in outrage.

“You have to go to bed in two hours, boy!” Sy reminded him.

“So, give her to me for an hour!”

You smirked and pressed your palm to the base of Sy’s neck, leaning in close, your lips brushing against his ear, so only he could hear you. “Let him have me for the hour, Austin. I’ve been gone for twelve hours, and they have to go to bed in two. It’ll give me a little bit of time with them.” You reasoned with your husband. “We’ll have all night together after they're asleep, and the next two days, when they're at school.”

Sy nodded, rubbing his lips together. “You’re right.” He whispered back to you. “All right, you can have her for an hour, after you let her go upstairs and do what she pleases.”

A muffled yes came from the dining room. “Deal! You’re free to come out, Mama!”

“Thank God! I have to pee really bad.” You chuckled, kissing Sy, before scurrying out of your hiding place with him and started up the stairs, as you reached the top, you wondered where your middle child, Colt, was.

The seven year old was oddly missing in action the whole time the rest of you were battling and negotiating downstairs. As you reached the top, a cry filled the air, startling the life out of you, before a fury of Nerf darts peppered you all over.

“COLT!” You howled at the boy, dashing for your bedroom door and taking cover behind it.

“Colt Nero Syverson!” Sy’s voice called up the stairs. “You know the rules about firing upon your mother!”

“I’m sorry, Mama.” Colt’s soft voice whimpered in the dark to you. “I didn’t know it was you.”

“It’s fine, little man.” You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “Just mind yourself.”

“Okay, Ma.” He smiled, ducking back into his hiding place; his room.

“Oh, this family.” You sighed again, closing the door and rushing for the en suite, tugging off your shoes as you went. “Ooo.” You cooed, enjoying the feeling of the icy tile on your bare, throbbing feet.

Bladder empty, you splashed some cool water in your face, then got out of your nursing scrubs, replacing them with a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top. You laid down on your and Sy’s enormous bed, dozing off for a couple minutes before getting back up to fulfill the promises you made to Ada and Myles.

“Colt, I’m coming out, please don’t shoot me.” You called through the crack you opened in the bedroom door.

“Okay, Mama!” He called back.

Coming out of the room, you stood at the top of the stairs, but frowned and turned, heading down to Colt’s room. “What are you doing, buddy?” You asked, peeking around the doorframe, seeing he had made a little barricade and was hunkered down behind his bed. “Why haven’t you come down to challenge your dad, brother and sister?”

“Oh, I have, Ma!” He answered, his smile showing off the two front teeth he lost a month before. “I’m just waiting for the most opportune time to go back downstairs to finish off whoever is left.” He sat up on his bed a little more, eyeing you. “How many of them are left?”

You smirked at him, slyly. “You know I’m not allowed to give away information to someone, especially if I’m not teamed up with them, little man.”

“Poop.” He huffed, slapping his mattress and sitting back. “Do you wanna be on my team?” He asked, hopeful.

“Sadly, your Papa had to bargain me off to your brother for an hour, so I could go to the Lair and change.” You informed him, giving him a sympathetic smile. “But, how about this? When it’s bedtime, I’ll come and read to you, whatever you want.”

“Eragon!” He gasped, enthralled again.

“Deal.”

“Deal!”

“All right, wee man, if I don’t see you before then, I’ll see you at bed time.” You cooed at him.

You headed back downstairs, pausing on the middle landing. “I’m coming downstairs, don’t shoot!” You announced to Sy and Myles.

“All clear!” They both called back.

You joined them downstairs, finding them just as you left them.

“Mommy, can I be alive again?” Ada called to you from her spot behind the couch.

“Yes, love, I’m coming right now to fix your boo-boo.” You replied, crossing the entryway and leaned over her, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “There, sweet girl. All healed and alive again. Off you trot. Why don’t you watch a movie on your tablet, until bedtime?”

“Thanks, Mama!” She giggled, hugging your waist, then ran off.

With your daughter resurrected, you joined Myles in the dining room, and despite the soreness in your body, got under the table with him. “Just you, Colt and your Papa now, big man.” You told him, propping your head up on your hand. “Tough crowd.”

“But I got you, Mama.” Myles countered. “You can heal all my wounds.”

“Mm, that I can.” You nodded, casting your eyes past the table legs and made out Sy’s outline. “But, that’s about all the energy I’ve got for you. Bringing your sister back to life took a lot out of me. So, I can’t help you fight either of them.”

“That’s fine. I can finish them.”

You reached out and brushed your fingers through his tamed, black curls. “I have all the faith in the world in you, my sweet boy.” You cooed at him, lovingly.

“Moooom!” He groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Time’s wastin’, kid!” Sy called out.

“You stay here, mom. I’m gonna sneak around.” Myles said, wiggling back up the table towards the back entry of the kitchen.

“I’ll be here.” You replied, propping your head up on your hand, eyes drooping for a moment.

At least, you thought it was for a moment, until you felt a pair of strong hands grab your ankles and yanked you out from underneath the table, startling you awake from the nap you dozed into.

“Jesus.”

“Naw, just me, Angel.” Sy grinned, helping you up.

“Where’s Myles?” You asked, rubbing at the sleep in your eyes and noticing he wasn’t in his tactical gear anymore, but just a pair of shorts.

“Out cold in bed.” He answered, steadying you with his hands on your hips.

“But…” You frowned, glancing at the stairs over your shoulder.

“Colt came down not long after Myles tried sneaking around me through the kitchen.” Sy explained to you, a proud little glint in his blue eyes. “Took out both of us, the little rascal.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “We found you asleep and they understood you had a long day, and would spend time with them tomorrow, after they came home from school.”

You pressed your forehead against his chest. “What in the world would I do without you?” You cooed, sighing heavily.

“I don’t know what we would do without you.” He replied, encasing you in his muscular arms and resting his chin on top of your head, rocking gently. “Let’s go to bed, love.” He whispered, scooping you up off your sore feet and carried you upstairs, to bed.

You moaned softly, sinking into the mattress as Sy tossed the blankets over you and kissed your temple, before joining.

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Beach Maternity Shoot

Sienna & Lucy & Aurora convince Casey to do a beach maternity photoshoot, with Sienna suggesting she could add the professional photos to a book for Raf as his birthday is coming up.

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II Most Wanted Pt.I: And I don't know what you're doin' tonight…

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: The feeling and flashbacks you get when you saw your high school boyfriend Jake Syverson at your 20 year reunion was quite the unexpected twist in your orderly life.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, body image issues, flashbacks, horny teenagers doing horny things (over 18 tho) heavy petting, fingering, mentions of teen pregnancy, mentions of breakups, teenage mean girl behavior, the Powerpuff Girls, old automobiles, mentions of drug abuse and difficult childhoods, 20 year high school reunion, drinking, swearing. Explicit description of sex acts. Read at your own risk. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is the first installment of II Most Wanted. This is also my first fic in nearly half a year. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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June 2024

The visceral reactions started as soon as you entered the parking lot. There it was, Sy’s 1978 white Ford Bronco. Not thinking, you pulled into the space right in front of it, wanting to look inside. You almost lost it when you saw the old charm hanging from the rear view mirror. You couldn’t believe he still had that.

Especially with everything that happened since you put it there.

April 2004

“I claim this ancient truck as my throne!”

You were lit and in love, parked with Sy at the lookout. You were also silly and giggly from smoke and hormones.

“Mmmmm, careful Buttercup.”

Your boyfriend growled in your ear, making you shiver against him. His attempt at menace was thwarted by the smile you felt against your neck, where he was busy marking you up, a sure sign later for everyone to know who you belonged to.

Sy was known for making bloody the face of those who expressed hate for his beloved Betty Bronco. But you had him whipped.

“It’s a classic, but I’ll let that slide...”

He wished that you would let him slide, but you were adamant that you weren’t ready to be a parent. He was adamant that that didn’t have to be the outcome, but beneath the red blooded country boy was a gentleman. Sy would never do anything you didn’t want to, not that it stopped him from trying to convince you to admit that you in fact, wanted it as much as he did.

He wasn’t wrong.

You sighed as you placed the Powerpuff Girl necklace you got from Hot Topic on Sy’s rearview as you sat on his lap, giving him a treat. He had you in his grip by the hips and he was subtly moving you against his boner. The attraction between you two was heady, and he almost got what he wanted plenty of times. But you were a romantic and wanted it to be special. You promised him prom night, and Sy couldn’t wait.

“..Driving me crazy, Baby. You can put anything on my rear view as long as you let me get your rear view in the back seat….”

You giggled.

“You’re so corny, Sy.”

You whispered as you turned your head and kissed him over your shoulder.

“Hmmmm. And you’re so sweet.”

Sy’s sea blue eyes gazed at you as he licked his lips.

He was crazy for you. And you were for him. You felt it. And you just knew you’d be together forever. You grinned as you climbed over him into the back seat. Didn’t hurt to fool around a little, even if you weren’t gonna give him the p that night.

——————

You shook out of the memory as a warm June breeze whipped your short skirt around your thighs. You pulled on the yellow and white designer dress as you contemplated driving back to your hotel and changing. This dress was not a good idea. The triumphant feeling of serving looks when you appraised yourself in the mirror was replaced with anxiety. The dress was too short and you were not the same size you were in high school. Thighs you considered pretty and thick in the mirror just an hour ago seemed massive and you tugged at the deep plunge of the neckline without a bra.

You sighed as you tried to center yourself. You told yourself that you were growing out of negative self talk, especially in the last seven years since your divorce. You were reminded of your promise to never care about the, male gaze again. It just wasn’t worth it.

But you hadn’t been under Jacob Syverson’s gaze in 20 years.

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Sy posted up at the bar, blue eyes taking in the scene of his former classmates reuniting. He downed his two fingers of Maker’s Mark and asked for another. His heart rate was up as he scanned the room, eyes going back to the door again and again. He was waiting for you. No use in denying it to himself. He wanted to see you again, and more. It was his one objective. An objective he was unsure of attaining.

He was more nervous about being in a hotel ballroom tonight than in Afghanistan.

Christ, he felt like that 17 year old kid again who first laid eyes on you.

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August, 2003

Sy knew what he wanted the moment he saw your face.

You stopped the world when you first stepped into his British Literature class the first day of senior year. He was seated and talking with his best friend and wide receiver, Jeremy Atkins, when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He let the conversation about which route they should run at the scrimmage that afternoon slip as his eyes lighted on your face. You were anxious, but trying not to let it show. Those eyes held fire, and your lips…

…well your lips besides being everything he dreamt of, he just knew the words that came out of your lips would light someone up as well. He could tell you had spirit by the way you carried yourself.

Your hair was wild and shoulder length, bangs swept aside for vision, and you couldn’t hide that body under your baggy clothes. He lasered in on the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your graphic tee, and power that the strip of skin between your shirt and your baggy jeans was not lost on him. He was a 17 year old male, after all.

Sy shifted in his seat as he leaned back and grinned to himself when you scanned the room, glaring at anyone who looked askance. He tapped his pencil on the desk to try to get your attention but you just ignored him as the group of seatless students surrounding you dwindled. You were left alone under the scrutiny of soulless cretins, otherwise known as teenagers.

You gave each one brazen enough to stare at you a side eye, but you stopped when you finally noticed Sy smirking at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to choke on a chuckle.

Becca Ferguson, Sy’s girlfriend, kicked him in the leg after noticing that not only Sy, but Jeremy were openly staring at you. Shit, he’d forgotten about her. He caught the way her eyes cut over to you, and he knew what came next. He tried to distract her with a flip of the shelf of his blown out curls and a smile, something that had worked many times before.

But you were a threat to Becca now; she had to do something about you.

You raised your head high as you walked to the seat that Mrs.Beatty pointed out. You passed down the aisle between Sy and Becca, who scrunched up her face as if she smelled something bad. Sy got a whiff of you and you smelled divine, like that Sweet Pea bath gel stuff that he played off sniffing when he went to the mall with Becca.

His head turned.

Becca glared at him and he turned toward the front of the room, where the teacher had started to pass out the syllabus.

—--

June 2024

Just like lunch on the first day of school at Central High all those years ago, Carla and Tiffani engulfed you and took you under their wings when you walked into the Marriott, the venue for your reunion. They crowed over you; your hair, your dress, your glow. You forgot any anxiety that you were feeling about how you looked. These were your best friends. Your Bubbles and Blossom.

These women filled the gaping place in your heart torn open from attending 10 different schools from K-12, following your mother’s loves and whims when she didn’t take her meds, or when she self-medicated. They were your soul sisters. And you still kept in touch even though distance separated you.

Carla had that grin on her face while Tiffani expressed her excitement that you were in town.

“Girl! I am so glad that you made it!”

Tiffani was the gentle one.

“Yeah, I owe Tiff a c-note, because I was sure you’d chicken out.”

Carla laughed at you while you scowled at her.

Tiffani tskd at her bestie, and took your arm while Carla took the other and they ushered you through the doors of the ballroom.

“Well, she has a new job in town and everything, she had to come.”

“Yeah, she had to come to town, but coming tonight is a wholeeee different story.”

You laughed.

“I don’t have the job yet, Tiff. Interview is Monday. And why wouldn’t I come tonight?”

The familiar banter was back, as if 20 years was no matter at all between you and your girls.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you and Carla peered over her shoulder and then smirked at you. She jerked her head back.

“Because of that.”

You looked over your shoulder, smiling right before your stomach dropped.

There was Jake Syverson, all grown up, and staring at you as if all this time hadn’t happened.

—-

Sy saw you enter the ballroom and he almost wanted to run away. Being in country on a dangerous mission was nothing compared to the thought of actually facing you again.

At least he was trained for war.

Love was another thing entirely.

He took a deep breath as he focused on you. You had always been beautiful, but now, as a grown woman, you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair was sleek and your face was perfectly beat with makeup that accentuated your natural beauty. You were glowing and that smile was…everything.

As he leaned on the bar and scanned the rest of your body in that dress, he took another drink. Sy indeed felt 18 again, because his body was reacting as if he were a randy teenager. Your body was everything he remembered, and more. More of everything he remembered loving and lusting over 20 years ago.

“Damn.”

He said it out loud and the bartender replied.

“Agreed, Brother.”

Sy looked at the young man admiring you who couldn’t be over 25, and threw down some money.

“Watch it, kid.”

That little bit of jealousy fueled Sy’s bravado, and he found the courage to step to you.

—--

You froze like a deer in headlights.

Over the years, you imagined seeing him again, in all different kinds of scenario, and you thought you could handle it, but the reality of the situation just about knocked you on your ass. Time stopped as you stared at him.

Sy was more handsome with age, if that was possible. His eyes, his shoulders, his hair! His gorgeous curls were short and a shock of hair was growing from his chin. Your body reacted as your traitorous brain instantly thought of how his beard would feel on certain parts of your body. He looked good in a suit, but he was massive. You had on heels, but Sy seemed bigger than you remembered. He wasn’t the lithe high school quarterback you remembered.

You unconsciously walked closer.

He was taller.

But he was also huge: bigger muscles, thicker limbs; his body seemed more powerful all the way around.

Heaven help you.

And the way he was looking at you as if he still owned you, as if all everything that happened hadn’t happened. As if all these years…

Your arms went out to Carla and Tiff beside you for some support, but they were gone, and you stumbled a bit. Sy grabbed your arm quickly as you laughed to play it off.

“Hey Buttercup. You good?”

Goodness, his voice!

How could that damn drawl be deeper and sexier than you remembered? And his touch on your skin felt familiar, yet strange, like a touch from a dream. What was happening to you?

“I need a drink.”

Sy was silent for a bit as you got your drink and had a sip. The way you licked your lips made him want to fall to his knees and beg.

—--

May 2004

“Please, please, please Buttercup. Just let me put the tip in. I promise I won’t move. It wouldn’t really be doing it…”

Sy was whispering in your ear and you were mute, waiting to hear more as your pussy pulsed in your jeans, the grind against his crotch delicious torture.

“I dream about it, Buttercup. I feel you, Baby. So fucking wet for me. I just know that it would feel so, so so good. I’d slip right in.”

It was midnight on your 18th birthday and you were in the Bronco, letting Sy feel you up under your panties for the first time. Your head was thrown back and your eyes rolled at how good it felt. You didn’t know how you would hold out. But it was just three weeks until Prom.

You were sat on his lap and he had one hand down your jeans and one up your shirt.

He pistoned his hips up, causing your back to arch against his chest. You could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.. Sy’s voice lowered to a whisper.

“‘M Gonna taste my fingers, Buttercup. Watch.”

You opened your eyes as Sy pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. You whined when he closed his eyes and moaned. You throbbed. It had never been like this before.

“You are so delicious… Need more…”

Sy pushed his hand back down into your pants to get you to do that arch again. It sent him feral to see that for some reason.

His fingers found the source and circled it, causing your body to tense up and your fingers to grab his arms.

“Oh my god! Sy!”

You’d come close to this feeling before just grinding with him on the back seat, but this was incomparable.

Your fingernails sunk into his forearms, creating marks for sure. This fueled him even more as he continued his ministrations at your core. He toyed beneath your bra and your mouth opened to seek oxygen as the feeling in your belly continued to tune you to a fever pitch.

“Yes…. Baby….. fuck… You gonna cum on my lap?”

“Hunnnh, hunnh, hunnnh!”

“You’re so fucking hot… I’m about to jizz in my pants… cum for me, Baby…”

Sy grinded against your bottom, and you stiffened while the world’s most wonderful feeling washed over you. You cried out as Sy pinched your nipple and you came, feeling as if the Bronco was caught up in the Wizard of Oz Twister. The world was certainly now in color when you could open your eyes.

Sy held you, watching your beautiful face as you pouted and came back to earth. When you did, your smile was worth all the gold in the world to him. He kissed your temple and slipped his hand out of your pants, sucking your juices off of them again.

You were about to jump him, but Sy interrupted your thought.

“Now that you’ve got a preview of Prom night, let’s get you home, Buttercup. Gotta get your beauty sleep for the festivities later on tonight.”

—-

Sy cleared his throat after staring at you silently for a solid three minutes. The way you licked your lips clean and focused on him was some powerful magic.

“So. How have you been, Sy? How is the family?”

You tried to keep any bitterness out of your voice. The fact that Becca Spurgeon ruined your prom (and your relationship with Sy) by announcing that she was pregnant with Sy’s baby after she was crowned Prom Queen and he Prom King was something you’d tried to get over for 20 years.

Sy straightened up and looked over your shoulder. You glanced in that direction to see Carla and Tiffani hovering protectively.

“Well, now Buttercup, that’s a long story. I know you want to hang with your friends. And I don’t know what you’re doin’ later tonight, but I would like to go somewhere quiet and talk about it.”

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II Most Wanted Pt.I: And I don't know what you're doin' tonight…

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: The feeling and flashbacks you get when you saw your high school boyfriend Jake Syverson at your 20 year reunion was quite the unexpected twist in your orderly life.

A/N: This is the first installment of II Most Wanted. This is also my first fic in nearly half a year. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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June 2024

Especially with everything that happened since you put it there.

April 2004

“I claim this ancient truck as my throne!”

You were lit and in love, parked with Sy at the lookout. You were also silly and giggly from smoke and hormones.

“Mmmmm, careful Buttercup.”

Sy was known for making bloody the face of those who expressed hate for his beloved Betty Bronco. But you had him whipped.

“It’s a classic, but I’ll let that slide...”

He wasn’t wrong.

“..Driving me crazy, Baby. You can put anything on my rear view as long as you let me get your rear view in the back seat….”

You giggled.

“You’re so corny, Sy.”

You whispered as you turned your head and kissed him over your shoulder.

“Hmmmm. And you’re so sweet.”

Sy’s sea blue eyes gazed at you as he licked his lips.

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But you hadn’t been under Jacob Syverson’s gaze in 20 years.

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He was more nervous about being in a hotel ballroom tonight than in Afghanistan.

Christ, he felt like that 17 year old kid again who first laid eyes on you.

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August, 2003

Sy knew what he wanted the moment he saw your face.

You gave each one brazen enough to stare at you a side eye, but you stopped when you finally noticed Sy smirking at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to choke on a chuckle.

But you were a threat to Becca now; she had to do something about you.

His head turned.

Becca glared at him and he turned toward the front of the room, where the teacher had started to pass out the syllabus.

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June 2024

Carla had that grin on her face while Tiffani expressed her excitement that you were in town.

“Girl! I am so glad that you made it!”

Tiffani was the gentle one.

“Yeah, I owe Tiff a c-note, because I was sure you’d chicken out.”

Carla laughed at you while you scowled at her.

Tiffani tskd at her bestie, and took your arm while Carla took the other and they ushered you through the doors of the ballroom.

“Well, she has a new job in town and everything, she had to come.”

“Yeah, she had to come to town, but coming tonight is a wholeeee different story.”

You laughed.

“I don’t have the job yet, Tiff. Interview is Monday. And why wouldn’t I come tonight?”

The familiar banter was back, as if 20 years was no matter at all between you and your girls.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you and Carla peered over her shoulder and then smirked at you. She jerked her head back.

“Because of that.”

You looked over your shoulder, smiling right before your stomach dropped.

There was Jake Syverson, all grown up, and staring at you as if all this time hadn’t happened.

—-

Sy saw you enter the ballroom and he almost wanted to run away. Being in country on a dangerous mission was nothing compared to the thought of actually facing you again.

At least he was trained for war.

Love was another thing entirely.

“Damn.”

He said it out loud and the bartender replied.

“Agreed, Brother.”

Sy looked at the young man admiring you who couldn’t be over 25, and threw down some money.

“Watch it, kid.”

That little bit of jealousy fueled Sy’s bravado, and he found the courage to step to you.

—--

You froze like a deer in headlights.

You unconsciously walked closer.

He was taller.

But he was also huge: bigger muscles, thicker limbs; his body seemed more powerful all the way around.

Heaven help you.

And the way he was looking at you as if he still owned you, as if all everything that happened hadn’t happened. As if all these years…

Your arms went out to Carla and Tiff beside you for some support, but they were gone, and you stumbled a bit. Sy grabbed your arm quickly as you laughed to play it off.

“Hey Buttercup. You good?”

Goodness, his voice!

How could that damn drawl be deeper and sexier than you remembered? And his touch on your skin felt familiar, yet strange, like a touch from a dream. What was happening to you?

“I need a drink.”

Sy was silent for a bit as you got your drink and had a sip. The way you licked your lips made him want to fall to his knees and beg.

—--

May 2004

“Please, please, please Buttercup. Just let me put the tip in. I promise I won’t move. It wouldn’t really be doing it…”

Sy was whispering in your ear and you were mute, waiting to hear more as your pussy pulsed in your jeans, the grind against his crotch delicious torture.

“I dream about it, Buttercup. I feel you, Baby. So fucking wet for me. I just know that it would feel so, so so good. I’d slip right in.”

You were sat on his lap and he had one hand down your jeans and one up your shirt.

He pistoned his hips up, causing your back to arch against his chest. You could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.. Sy’s voice lowered to a whisper.

“‘M Gonna taste my fingers, Buttercup. Watch.”

You opened your eyes as Sy pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. You whined when he closed his eyes and moaned. You throbbed. It had never been like this before.

“You are so delicious… Need more…”

Sy pushed his hand back down into your pants to get you to do that arch again. It sent him feral to see that for some reason.

His fingers found the source and circled it, causing your body to tense up and your fingers to grab his arms.

“Oh my god! Sy!”

You’d come close to this feeling before just grinding with him on the back seat, but this was incomparable.

“Yes…. Baby….. fuck… You gonna cum on my lap?”

“Hunnnh, hunnh, hunnnh!”

“You’re so fucking hot… I’m about to jizz in my pants… cum for me, Baby…”

You were about to jump him, but Sy interrupted your thought.

“Now that you’ve got a preview of Prom night, let’s get you home, Buttercup. Gotta get your beauty sleep for the festivities later on tonight.”

—-

Sy cleared his throat after staring at you silently for a solid three minutes. The way you licked your lips clean and focused on him was some powerful magic.

“So. How have you been, Sy? How is the family?”

Sy straightened up and looked over your shoulder. You glanced in that direction to see Carla and Tiffani hovering protectively.

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❤️❤️ My masterlist ❤️❤️

The Royal Romance

Summary: Liam takes Riley on a whirlwind honeymoon exploring the world as they try for a baby.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Summary: Royal Romance through Liam’s point of view. His battles with his father’s expectations and his feelings for Riley.

Chapter 1.A, 1.B, 1.C, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,

Chapter 4.A, 4.B, Chapter 5, Chapter 6.A, 6.B

Chapter 7, 7-B

Summary: alternate world showing the build up to Liam and Riley’s wedding, the wedding, reception, Riley’s kidnapping and Liam coming to her rescue ending in the trial of Anton Severus and his men.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Summary : Riley flees Cordonia after Liam chose Madeline at the coronation ball, can he find her again and make it up to her. To prove that he loves her once and for all.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18

Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22

Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26

Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30

Chapter 31, Chapter 32 - COMPLETE -

Sequel to Secrets Unwind

Summary: When Riley and Liam become parents for the first time during a time of emergency in their country. Can they find the traitors before anyone else is killed.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Summary: When Riley walks in on Liam in bed with Hana, did he cheat on her? All is there something sinister going on.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Summary: When Riley falls pregnant after her Bachelorette party in Las Vegas. Who is the FATHER? Drake, Her Husband or Liam, Her Former Lover who she had a one night stand with, in Vegas.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Summary: When Liam accuses Riley of cheating on him with Drake, he faces a race to stop her from returning to New York with Daniel. Two part story (I might revisit at some stage)

Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

Summary: What will happen at Liam’s coronation if he knew what happened at Applewood Manor between Tariq and Riley.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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If Only You Knew - Masterlist

A TRR MODERN AU

*throws canon down the damn hall* YEET

Series COMPLETED.

You arrive home one day to find a wedding invite for two of your best friends from high school. You knew this day was going to come eventually, but even with that said, you weren’t prepared to return home. At least not after 7 years of avoiding Buckhannon, West Virginia. Or rather, avoiding him; your ex-best friend and the secret love of your life. But maybe it was finally time to face your past, to face him, and everything else that happened on that horrible night. Who knew that your prom would end up being a total disaster, and the last night you’d spend in Buckhannon for the next 7 years? you certainly didn’t. That’s for sure.

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This is a TRR Modern AU. It will focus on both the past and present, from the reader and Liam’s POV’s, each chapter will switch back and forth between them. This series will once again be a reader format. (Y/N = Your Name. Y/L/N = Your Last Name)

Pairing: Modern!Liam x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Flashbacks to moments of abuse and near rape. Possible triggering thoughts, feelings and emotions. Moments of bullying and harsh name calling. Curse words.

MAIN MASTERLIST

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue

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SERIES ARTWORK AND EDITS

Edits by pixieferry HERE, HERE, and HERE.

Edits by lodberg HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, and HERE.

Edit by elbenmond HERE.

Artwork by sazanes HERE.

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Last Updated: April 17th, 2019

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Second Chances (Drake x MC // Liam)

Part Eight (FINALE)

After 221938129 years I finally managed to write the last chapter of Second Chances! It was wild ride, let me tell you! I didnt plan to write so much I thought I’d end this series on chapter three. Also, sorry in advance for those of you who won’t like the ending. I had it planned from the beginning, this is the original ending, this is how it was supposed to end. I hope you will enjoy it and as always, every feedback is very appreciated!

All rights go to Pixelberry. I dont own the characters and some parts of dialogues.

Rating: PG-16 (language, mentions of gun violence, blood, death)

Word count: 3636 (whoops! but its the finale so I hope its okay)

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“DRAKE!”

“Drake…Drake!”

“Can someone help me lift Drake?”

“Riley! Help Drake and stay low. I’ll cover you!”

“I need help with lady Riley, she’s losing her consciousness!”

“Come on Drake, let’s get you out of here”

“Drake…you took a bullet for me”

“We have four injured people, one has been shot in the chest, one in the legs, the others were stabbed. One person is dead.”

“Drake…I love you.”

“I love you too, Brooks. I was a fool to try to fight it.”

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All He Will Ever Need

Between The Chapters

Liam x Jennifer (MC)

This is the first of probably several one-shots that fall into the timeline of The Consequence of Secrets series but isn’t part of the core story. All subsequent works that do will have different titles, but will be designated as Between The Chapters. This particular one is set between parts 11 and 12, after Drake left the capital and during the time jump. Word Count- 1096 My Masterlist can be found in my bio because I’m pretty sure Tumblr is still a butt about links. Shoutout to @darley1101 for making this amazing banner and also for talking me off the ledge when I said this fic was garbage. Thank you bestie!

Soft moonlight shines into the bedroom through the balcony’s French doors as Liam lies awake with Jennifer sleeping nestled in his arms, her head resting on the crook of his shoulder. He envies her ability to sleep. To be able to push away all the thoughts and worries he knew she had. For tonight, like many nights of the past several weeks, he could not do the same.

Exhausted, he closes his eyes and focuses on her peaceful breaths against his neck, the fresh floral notes of her perfume and the feel of her bare skin pressed to his, yet sleep continues to allude him. Not wanting to wake her, he gently slides his arm from under her and she stirs, rolling over to face the other direction. He waits, listening for her breathing to deepen again before carefully sliding out of bed, pulling on his grey pajama pants he had on before they were thrown to the floor during their earlier love making. Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he leaves the room and makes his way downstairs, using the lit screen as illumination. By some miracle, he hadn’t yet disturbed her, but a tumble down the wooden stairs would surely do the trick and she needed her rest. A smile brushes his lips, thinking of her and the child she was carrying.

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Chapter 11

Liam and Riley were sat in the living room of their apartment looking nervously at each other. Today was the day, that Bastien and Olivia’s plan would be enacted. The day of the babies’ christening. A day of tremendous celebration for the people of Cordonia.

Replaying the last correspondence they had received from Olivia, which outlined the plan - to capture Anton finally.

Hey

I’m sorry that you thought I had died. I needed Anton to believe I was.

I want him to believe that I’m setting a trap for you two, by approaching him for help. But it’s really a trap for him, we’ve decided to use the day of the christening.

Don’t worry about the twins. Me and Bastien have it covered. I’m going to lure him out into the Kings Guard.

Liv xoxo

In Anton’s eyes, Olivia was being a double agent. Posing as the Heirs’ godmother to get him close to killing Riley and Liam at the party after.

Even though they were fully aware of the plan, it didn’t ease their uncertainty about it.

There was no time to think, or back out, as there was tap at the door, It was time for the christening. Liam and Riley rose from the chair. Taking a deep breath as they hugged each other, resting their foreheads together.

“you ready… Baby girl?” he sighed as he brushed his hand over her cheek. He hated this, knowing that Anton was going to be at the Palace remembering everything the man had done to his family. His blood boiled.

“not really….” she breathed as a tear rolled down her cheek “I’m just scared about….”

“I know, me too…. We will be fine, I promise you. All of us… He won’t be left alone with either of us” Liam nervously smiles at her.

“okay… Let’s go… I’ll grab Hana, if you grab Max”

“or I’ll take both of them and you carry the changing bag…?” he smirked at her.

She chuckled rolling her eyes “okay, I’ll get the door” she laughs grabbing the changing bag and heading for the door.

They descend the grand stairs, stepping out the front doors to a joyous crowd, cheering for their King and Queen. Raising an eyebrow to one another as they stop to give the waiting press a quick statement.

“thank you for coming today, joining us on this special occasion.. The christening of our son and daughter Maximilian and Hana Rhys” Liam smiles as they pose for photos together as a family “now if you’ll excuse us, we are expected at the cathedral” waving goodbye to the crowd as he puts the twins into the car. Slipping in next to Riley on the backseat. Gripping her hand as they wave to the crowd as they pass.

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Arriving at the cathedral, Riley’s breath caught in her throat as she saw the huge crowd awaiting their presence. She gulped as her eyes scanned the thousands of people there. Even though she was Queen, she still struggled with living so much of her life in the public eye. Now her children were as well. Her thoughts trumbling around her mind as she gripped Liam’s hand tighter. This, This was bad enough without the threat of Anton looming over her. Over them.

“you’re doing fine… Baby girl” Liam smiled at her “you okay?” picking up on his wife’s anxiety.

“uh huh….”

“I’ll be right beside you, the entire time”

“thanks… I love you”

“I love you too”

Taking a deep breath as she exits the vehicle, walking to the middle doors where the kids were, unbuckling Hana from her seat, lifting her up into her arms as Liam grabbed Max. Smiling at each other as they head to the doors.

“Long Live the King and Queen” came the cheer from crowd as they turned to one another smiling as they looped an arm around each other while holding the babies in the other then giving the crowd one last wave.

Turning and entering the cathedral, as they walk down the aisle, passing their friends, families and close members of the Cordonian Court, they smile at Hana, Olivia, Drake and Maxwell standing up front waiting for them.

Although the christening goes without a hitch, including Maxwell’s antics. The journey back to the Palace was quiet as Riley starts thinking about everything that could go wrong this evening. She knew they were walking into a trap but they didn’t know what was going to happen. That made her feel anxious, she just had to wait for Olivia to take her or Liam to Anton under the pretence that she was on his side.

As the evening celebrations gets under way, neither Riley nor Liam were really in the mood for celebrating, they had agreed they would have a private double celebration once Anton was caught. Liam walked the twins up to their nursery to settle them down for the night. He prayed this plan was going to work. Planting a quick kiss on the babies’ heads before grabbing the baby monitor and leaving the apartment. He didn’t have any concerns about the twins tonight Savannah’s nanny was going to be watching them but he still needed the monitor to make sure he could hear them.

Heading down the grand stairs back to the ballroom, he saw Riley walking out the door with Olivia. Catching Bastien’s glance with a nod. They trail them through the Palace into a courtyard. Hanging back out of view.

“Olivia, my wife, such a pleasure to see you and you’ve brought me a present”

Liam shuddered he recognised that voice, Anton. He was here. Liam’s only concern now, was to protect his wife while Bastien and the Kings Guard arrested the traitor.

“Olivia? You’re handing me to Anton?” Riley gasped “why?”

“because she wants to rule Cordonia alongside me. To do that, we need to rid this country of it’s current monarchy” Anton sneers at her.

Just then Bastien, Mara and the Guards jump out surrounding Anton with Liam right behind his head Guard.

“freeze, Anton. You’re surrounded!” Liam glares at him walking towards Riley.

“really, your majesty ?” he smirks as he lunges at Riley, plunging a knife into her side “I’d rather die than be captured”

“NO! Riley!” Liam screams as he watches his wife crumple to the ground “HE doesn’t die. Capture him!”

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CAPITULO 11 - UNA ESCAPADA

Liam y yo nos encontrábamos charlando y esperando la comida en una mesa cuando Hana se acercó con una sonrisa.

|| Riley, Príncipe Liam, permítanme felicitarlos... Su partida estuvo muy bien jugada ||

|| Gracias, Lady Hana. ¿Ya comiste? ¿Te gustaría unirte a nosotros? || Liam le ofrece un asiento con una sonrisa.

|| ¿De verdad? ¡Me encantaría! || Responde ella. Mientras los sirvientes nos traían té caliente, crema y pequeños sándwiches de té, Maxwell y Drake se unieron a nosotros. Maxwell se acerca entusiasta y me da un beso en la cabeza.

|| ¡Hey chicos! ¿Podemos acompañarlos? || exclama mientras dirige una mirada tierna a Hana.

|| Claro, tomen asiento || Liam les dice con una sonrisa.

|| Gracias amigo, ¡Finalmente podemos comer! || exclama Maxwell emocionado al sentarse.

|| Si a esto se le puede llamar comida || Drake murmura tomando asiento con mala gana.

|| Drake, ¿en realidad estás criticando la comida gourmet gratis? || pregunté, evidentemente solo para picarlo.

|| No, no es eso… Es solo que hubiera preferido algo más sencillo || Su actitud gruñona cambia notoriamente || Solo digo, dame una buena hamburguesa de noventa y nueve centavos en lugar de esta comida complicada ||

|| Esta vez debo admitir que tienes razón y es un argumento válido, no discutiré contigo esta vez || le sonrío, pero de reojo puedo ver que Drake sacude la cabeza y se le dibuja una ligera sonrisa en el rostro.

|| Mi encantadora Flor, tengo una pregunta para ti || Exclama Maxwell mirándome || ¿Crees que lograste impresionar a la Reina? ||

|| Bueno... creo que sí || respondo con duda, pero noto que Liam me está observando, así que le pregunto || Liam, ¿tú qué opinas? ||

|| Personalmente, creo que sí la impresionaste. Regina es un tanto complicada, para ser sincero, pero actuaste con mucha gracia delante de ella || Él me sonríe y toma mi mano por un momento. Drake aclara la garganta, lo que hace que Liam me suelte rápidamente al darse cuenta de que no estamos solos.

|| Bueno, creo que es suficiente sobre Riley || Drake afirma, tratando de cambiar de tema || Parece que todos los pequeños bocadillos se han ido y todavía tengo hambre ||

|| No te preocupes, amigo. Nos espera más comida en el palacio || Maxwell palmea el hombro de Drake, sonriéndole. Por un momento, me veo soñando con la idea de la pastelería de Cronuts en Nueva York a la que solía ir antes de trabajar. Eran los pasteles perfectos para llenar mi estómago. De repente, mis pensamientos flotan frente a los demás.

|| ¡Vaya! No es por nada, pero desearía tener un delicioso cronut en este momento || Exclamo llena de emoción al recordarlo.

|| ¿Qué es eso? || Liam, Maxwell y Drake preguntan con expresiones de desconcierto y al unísono.

|| Supongo que te refieres a una dona, ¿verdad, Riley? || Comenta Hana con una risa suave.

|| No, no me refiero a una dona... Hablo de un cronut. ¿Nunca han escuchado de eso? || Observo las caras confundidas alrededor de la mesa, todos niegan con la cabeza.

|| En esta ocasión, no puedo decir que sí || Responde Maxwell.

|| ¡En serio? No lo puedo creer... Bueno, chicos, tenemos un problema crítico. Ninguno de ustedes ha probado los cronuts y eso hay que solucionarlo, pero primero, les voy a explicar qué son || Intento encontrar la manera adecuada de describir mi postre favorito || El cronut es una deliciosa fusión entre el croissant y la dona. Fue creado por el pastelero francés Dominique Ansel y puesto a la venta en su pastelería en Nueva York. Se elabora con masa de croissant, tiene un relleno similar al de las donas y viene con su respectivo glaseado. Es uno de los mejores postres jamás inventados ||

|| Has dado una excelente descripción || Comenta Hana con interés.

|| Sí, suena bastante... ¿Americano? || Exclama Maxwell.

|| Exactamente, Max. Por eso deberíamos conseguir uno || Digo emocionada.

|| Suena realmente delicioso y como una gran experiencia, pero no estoy seguro de que el horario nos lo permita || Expresa Liam con cierta decepción. Lo miro fijamente, con ojos suplicantes.

|| Pero, ¿y si nos escapamos esta noche? ¿Crees que podríamos salir sigilosamente del palacio e ir en busca de un cronut? || Le dedico a Liam una sonrisa traviesa. || Estoy segura de que vi una panadería cercana por la ventana del auto mientras veníamos hasta acá ||

|| Creo que suena divertido, pero... ||

|| Tranquilo, Liam nunca se atrevería a romper alg--- || Comienza a decir Drake, pero es interrumpido de inmediato por Liam, quien tiene una mirada juguetona y despreocupada en sus ojos.

|| Está bien, tenemos un plan entonces || Drake simplemente abre la boca en asombro, sin poder creer lo que está escuchando. || Esta vez no le diré nada a Bas, porque estoy seguro de que no me dejará ir, así que... ¡Nos vemos en el frente una vez que oscurezca! ¡Es hora de tener una aventura! ||

Liam toma mi mano por debajo de la mesa, deslizando sus dedos por mis nudillos, luego me guiña un ojo y todos continuamos con nuestra conversación.

En la oscura noche, Hana, Drake, Maxwell y yo esperábamos a Liam afuera del palacio.

|| Parece que Liam está tomando su tiempo, ¿no creen? || Maxwell mira su reloj y comienza a caminar impacientemente en círculos.

|| Maxwell, estamos hablando de Liam, no de Leo... No creo que sea tan fácil escaparse como nos dijo || Exclama Drake, metiendo las manos en los bolsillos y levantando la cabeza hacia el cielo por aburrimiento.

|| ¿Hablaban de mí? || Exclama Liam, apareciendo feliz por detrás nuestro. Al verlo, contengo las ganas de abrazarlo.

|| ¡Lo lograste! || Digo, sonriéndole; él solo me mira y responde.

|| Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que tuve que escaparme por la ventana de mi propia habitación... casi me caigo en los rosales, pero quedé intacto || Exclama victorioso.

|| Vaya, vaya. Quién diría que romperías alguna vez una regla || Dice Drake mientras Liam sonríe y niega con la cabeza.

|| Muy bien, chicos... Ahora comienza nuestra primera aventura || Digo emocionada, tomando su brazo para empezar a caminar.

Minutos más tarde, tras una agradable caminata, a lo lejos divisamos una encantadora pastelería junto a la playa. La luz tenue de la luna iluminaba su fachada pintoresca, mientras las olas susurraban secretos al viento. La brisa marina acariciaba nuestros rostros y los sonidos nocturnos creaban una atmósfera de misterio y romance.

|| ¿Soy solo yo, o la noche se torna más emocionante cuando desafías las reglas? || Maxwell, siempre el espíritu libre, comenzó a saltar juguetonamente por las calles vacías, sumergiéndose en la emoción de la noche mientras el resto de nosotros ríe alegremente, a excepción de Hana.

|| No creo que eso sea apropiado, Maxwell || Hana, más cautelosa, expresó su preocupación por nuestras travesuras nocturnas.

|| ¿En serio?... || Pero luego, Maxwell abre sus ojos de par en par || Oh, sí, tienes razón, Hana. Muy mal, Liam, eres un pésimo ejemplo para nosotros || Es sorprendente cómo Maxwell trata de impresionar a Hana, mientras Liam simplemente niega con la cabeza.

|| Vamos, Max. Después de un día respondiendo a la prensa y a la Reina, esta es la libertad más dulce, ¿no lo crees? || Liam comenta con una sonrisa, dirigiéndome una mirada cómplice.

|| Eso es cierto. No puedo negar que ver a un príncipe rompiendo las reglas es todo un espectáculo || Drake comenta con sarcasmo mientras Liam le da un amistoso golpe en la espalda.

|| A veces es necesario, Drake. || Exclama para luego en un gesto inusual, se acercó a mi oído y susurró con su voz suave y sugerente || Tal vez necesitaba una razón lo suficientemente emocionante para romperlas || Sus palabras provocan una sonrisa en mis labios y siento un leve rubor en mis mejillas.

Minutos después, nos encontrábamos cerca de la famosa pastelería. En ese momento, Maxwell comienza a saltar emocionado. La energía emocionante de la noche nos envolvía mientras continuábamos hacia la pastelería, listos para saborear la dulce libertad que la noche nos ofrecía después de un día lleno de protocolos y formalidades.

|| ¡Hemos llegado! Esta aventura va a volverse de lo más dulce || Maxwell hace un gesto hacia la panadería y entra de golpe, abriendo las puertas de manera escandalosa y gritando a todo pulmón || ¡Necesitamos todos sus mejores Cronuts, por favor! || La emoción y el hambre se reflejan en su rostro mientras todos nos reímos de su entusiasmo desbordante. Pero Hana, con su elegancia característica, se acerca a él con calma y toca suavemente su brazo.

|| Max, no es de buena educación gritar. Creo que se supone que debemos ir al mostrador y no solo exigirlo desde la puerta || Menciona Hana con una sonrisa, suavizando el ímpetu de Maxwell con su serenidad.

|| Oh… Ok… es verdad, me dejé llevar… || menciona Maxwell, conteniendo la emoción que estaba mostrando.

|| Exacto, hay que hacerlo como la gente normal… || Drake exclama pasando por su lado.

|| Sin peleas, muchachos... Pero tranquilos, yo me encargo de esto. Ustedes tomen asiento y no hagan más alboroto || Les digo con una sonrisa y me acerco al mostrador para realizar el pedido. Una vez que todo está listo, regreso a la mesa y siento la reconfortante presencia de Liam, quien se sienta a mi lado y pasa su brazo por la silla. Me inclino un poco más hacia él, y nuestras miradas se encuentran, provocando un latido acelerado en mi corazón.

|| Vaya… Esto realmente se ve delicioso || comenta Liam, sin apartar sus ojos de mí.

Cuando nos sirvieron los exquisitos Cronuts, todos comenzamos a deleitarnos con su sabor. Vivir este tipo de experiencias y disfrutar de momentos tan divertidos resulta sumamente enriquecedor. Poder distanciarnos unas horas del mundo de la corte, de la constante búsqueda de perfección, es realmente un alivio. Incluso Drake parece estar disfrutando, ya que lo veo sonreír de una manera auténtica, algo que rara vez ocurre en su vida. La noche continuaba mientras compartíamos risas, conversaciones y momentos divertidos que fortalecían nuestros lazos.

Momentos después, todos se encontraban satisfechos y con sonrisas amplias al disfrutar de un momento ameno y lleno de sabor.

|| Mi flor… ¡Esta ha sido la mejor experiencia que le he dado a mi paladar! Gracias || Y Maxwell me envuelve en un fuerte abrazo.

|| ¿Saben? No pensé decir esto, pero deberíamos escabullirnos más a menudo || comenta Drake, dejando ver una amplia sonrisa en su rostro.

|| No puedo creer que esté viéndote sonreír… || Le dice Liam a Drake, luego voltea hacia mí y toma mi mano || Quien sabe y se pueda. Tal vez podamos repetirlo más seguido ¿no? ||

|| Estoy de acuerdo, pero parece que se nos hizo tarde, chicos. Creo que sería prudente regresar || Hana revisa el reloj que cuelga en la pared de la panadería.

|| Tienes razón, Hana. Es hora de volver || Liam me mira, suspira y agrega con una sonrisa || No quiero que el Reino entre en pánico por tener a un príncipe perdido, ¿verdad? || Bromeo mientras se levantaba. Extendió su mano ligeramente y me la ofreció || Mi Lady || Tomé de su mano y me incorporo lentamente, sonriendo. ¿Puede ser que este hombre sea tan perfecto?

|| Imaginen, chicos, cómo los historiadores contarán el día en que Cordonia estuvo al borde del colapso porque el Príncipe decidió escaparse a comer unos Cronuts || Exclama Drake y todos nos dejamos llevar por una risa genuina.

|| Puede que quede registrado en la historia, pero sinceramente no me arrepiento de esta aventura, si eso es lo que quieren escuchar… Lo que sí es inevitable es regresar al palacio || dice Liam mirándonos || Así que vamos, muchachos || Todos salimos de la panadería camino al palacio, pero cuando llevábamos la mitad del trayecto, de repente siento que una figura nos acecha desde atrás. Toco el brazo de Liam para llamar su atención, y al ver al hombre, se sorprende exclamando sorprendido || ¿Sebastián?... ¿Qué haces aquí? ||

|| Príncipe Liam no podía permitir que saliera sin seguridad… || Responde de manera un tanto seria. Sinceramente, pensé que había logrado evadirlo en el palacio.

|| Pero ¿cómo lograste encontrarme? || Pregunta Liam a Sebastián.

|| Por favor, su Alteza. Me asignaron a su hermano antes que a usted, he visto todos los trucos que puedan existir… Además, no es usual que usted haga estas cosas, por lo que realmente me preocupé || Le explica Sebastián.

|| Lamento haberte causado molestias || Dice Liam, siempre tan apropiado en sus palabras, modesto y humilde.

|| La prioridad principal es su seguridad, señor, pero como le mencioné, mi primera asignación fue su hermano y comparado con él, usted apenas representa un inconveniente. Sin embargo, aun así... ||

|| Deberíamos regresar, lo sé... || Liam concluye la frase y gira hacia mí con una expresión de disculpa. Respondo con una sonrisa y asiento, y en ese momento, él sujeta mi mano. Por su parte, Sebastián captura el mensaje.

|| Continúe, señor, yo estaré vigilando desde aquí ||, exclama Sebastián, sonriendo hacia ambos mientras se aleja.

|| Gracias, Bas || Liam sonríe, y Sebastián se coloca discretamente detrás de nosotros, manteniendo su espacio. Mientras todos caminamos de regreso al palacio por la vereda, Liam y yo nos encontramos aislados del resto. De repente, él me rodea con su brazo || Riley, esta fue una idea brillante ||

|| Me alegra que lo pienses así... Pensé que podríamos disfrutar un poco || Entrelazo mis dedos con los suyos. Durante unos preciosos minutos, experimento la sensación de que Liam y yo somos simplemente una pareja común, como cualquier otra.

|| No solo fue eso, Riley; esto es distinto... Es como poder ver todo de manera auténtica || Liam se detiene, tomándose un momento para contemplar la playa y las tiendas a su alrededor || Es extraño, ¿sabes? Siendo el potencial líder de este país, siento que hay tantas cosas que aún no he experimentado ||

|| Bueno... Permíteme decirte que, a partir de ahora, para eso estoy aquí. Soy tu vía de escape hacia cualquier aventura || Le digo con una sonrisa.

|| No sabes cuánto me alegra tenerte aquí, Riley || Me acerca más a él, y siento que me derrito. Su aroma es tan cautivador; su colonia provoca el deseo de acurrucarme en él || Me doy cuenta de que a tu lado puedo ser simplemente yo. No ese líder o ese ícono rodeado de ciertos lujos. Me encantaría tener la libertad de visitar gente, salir con amigos... o pasar más tiempo con las personas que realmente quiero ||

|| Su Alteza... ¿Por qué no es justo con las otras mujeres? || Le digo de manera bromista, dándole un empujón juguetón en el costado. Aunque por dentro, me encanta saber que la mayor parte de su tiempo prefiere pasarla conmigo. Después, me acomodo aún más cerca, esbozando una sonrisa.

|| Tu sentido del humor me encanta... Pero respondiendo a tu pregunta, tal vez cuando estoy fuera del palacio, no siento la obligación de hacerlo || Dice, y puedo percibir su sonrisa. || Riley, gracias por brindarme este vistazo más allá de mi mundo || Me separo un poco y lo miro a los ojos. Puedo ver cómo sus hermosos ojos azules resplandecen y se iluminan. Desearía poder besarlo y sumergirme en esos labios. De repente, en el aire se siente un magnetismo abrumador entre nosotros. Liam se acerca lentamente, pero justo cuando está a punto de besarme, Maxwell se asoma y nos asusta, interrumpiendo nuestro momento.

|| ¡Hey, ustedes dos! Se están quedando rezagados. ¡Aceleren el paso o los dejaremos atrás! || Él sigue su camino junto con Drake y Hana, ajeno a lo que acaba de interrumpir.

|| Está bien, Maxwell || Exclama Liam con fastidio, para luego dirigirme una mirada. || Será mejor que nos apuremos || Liam me obsequia un beso en la frente y toma mi mano para seguir nuestro camino.

|| ¿Podemos caminar más despacio? Quiero aferrarme a estos momentos, ¿sí? || Lo miro y aprieto más mi mano a la suya, soltando un pequeño suspiro.

|| Así será entonces, mi Lady || me asegura y nos aproximamos al grupo. Todos juntos regresamos al palacio, riéndonos bajo la luz de la luna. Pero en mi interior, siento una mezcla de alegría y angustia. ¿Y si me enamoro perdidamente de él y al final no tiene sentido todo esto? ¿En qué te has metido, Riley?

Han pasado varios días desde nuestra gran escapada y no he tenido noticias de Liam desde entonces. Maxwell y Bertrand han aprovechado este tiempo para instruirme más sobre la vida cortesana y sumergirme en la riqueza cultural de este fascinante país. En estos días, también he dedicado tiempo a conocer más a Drake y a Hana, quienes han revelado ser individuos notables. Hana se ha convertido en una amiga extraordinaria, mientras que Drake, a pesar de su personalidad compleja, muestra en lo más profundo de su interior ser dulce, tierno, leal a sus amigos y sumamente protector.

En la tranquila mañana, ya me he levantado con la intención de comenzar mi día y estaba a punto de tomar un baño cuando percibo un insistente llamado en mi puerta. Al abrirla, me encuentro con un Max radiante de sonrisas y un Bertrand imperturbable como siempre.

|| ¡Despierta y brilla, mi Flor! || Maxwell exclama con alegría.

|| ¿Por qué están ambos aquí tan temprano? Y, Maxwell, ¿por qué estás tan contento? ||

|| Lady Riley || Exclama Bertrand con seriedad. || Acabamos de enterarnos donde será el próximo evento social por lo tanto debemos llegar al igual que todos los demás, preferiblemente antes ||

|| Así es, mi Flor, deberíamos empezar a empacar. ¡Será divertido! || Dice Maxwell sin perder su entusiasmo.

|| ¿Y hacia dónde nos dirigiremos esta vez? || Pregunto con curiosidad.

|| Iremos a la región norte de Cordonia, a las tierras nevadas || responde Bertrand.

|| ¿Nieve? || Una sonrisa se forma en mi rostro, evocando recuerdos de momentos alegres con amigos en el Rockefeller Center. || ¡Qué maravilloso... adoro la nieve! ||

|| No celebraría tan pronto, querida... La familia que nos espera y el lugar donde nos hospedaremos pertenecen al Reino de Lythikos || Bertrand frunce el ceño mientras lo miro confundida || Mi Lady, estás a punto de adentrarte en la casa de Olivia Nevraskis... y si deseas pasar tiempo con el Príncipe, tendrás que vencerla en su propio terreno || Contesta Bertrand con calma.

|| Oh no, mierda... || Exclamo, llena de preocupación. Lo que faltaba, enfrentarme al territorio de esa bruja escarlata.

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Hello Third Trimester

Casey celebrates reaching her third trimester with an amusing post.

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Winter's King 17

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

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You leave the queen, stepping into the gales that whip around the outer flap of her tent. You reach to keep your cap from flying into the violent winds, the soldiers with their chins down as they lean against the force. Before you can gain your bearings, a shadow appears and calls your name, battling the weather to be heard.

“Eh, where is your cloak, silly mouse? You will blow away with the leaves,” Bryce approaches, latching onto your arm as the bluster swirls around you, nearly taking you off your feet.

“I am fine, sir, I only need find a blanket,” you stumble against him as another willful gust pushes you around.

“That isn’t what I asked. What has happened to it? You’ve lost it?”

“The queen was cold, sir,” you answer and cling to him, shivering as the tempest swirls around you.

“The queen... greedy...” his voice trails off as her sneers towards the tent.

“Sir,” you touch his arm gently to calm him, “she needs it more than I. She is expecting the king’s child.”

He looks at you and juts out his jaw, “aye, s’pose you’re right, even if you’re too kind for yer own good.”

He turns you and grips you tightly, shielding you as best he can against the wind. Your progress is slow and stunted by the sudden ebbs and flows. He grunts as you stagger and steadies you, at times almost lifting you off your feet.

“Sir Bryce,” a deep voice slices through the whistle of the winds, “a storm approaches.”

The king nears, his sword gripped by the pommel as he leans it against hit shoulder. His golden eyes flick towards you, as if he had not seen you in the shadow of your escort. He raises his chin and returns his attention to the soldier. He angles his blade to the ground and the tip buries in the dirt.

“Aye, it surely does,” Bryce agrees, “I’ve seen a worst tempest in my years.”

“Sir,” Geralt holds out his hands and a glisten appears on his sleeve. You lean in without a thought, curious, then feel a cold speck on your nose. You look up and see the white flakes drifting down. “It will not remain so peaceful. It comes from the north and will deepen by morning.”

“Shall we wake the camp?” Bryce asks and you sway with the wind. Once more, the king’s attention strays to you, he frowns.

“Not as yet. Let the horses rest a little longer. They will be able to handle a dusting,” he affirms. “but I will harry the men to prepare for our departure.”

“As will I. I’ll be certain the carts are covered and weighted.”

“Sir, ever wise,” King Geralt praises and scowls at you. He shakes his head and huffs, “why does the maid wear no cloak? She will not survive in this, summer soul, she is.”

“Aye, yes, I was only just telling her as much. Seems her heart is too big for her thin hide,” Bryce tuts, “we were only off to find her a blanket before she sleeps.”

“Blanket, eh,” the king lets go of his blade, letting it stand in the ground. He unbuckles his collar and sweeps his cloak from around his shoulder, “I have my hunting cloak and I don’t mind the snow so much.”

Before you can react, the king lays his heavy cloak over your shoulders. It is longer than your height requires and it smells of sweat and iron. You lower your head at the warmth clinging to the lined wool.

“Your highness, many thanks, but I might find a blanket--”

“Do not defy your king,” Bryce rebukes, “mouse, you would do well to accept his grace. You will certainly need it if these winds do not pass.”

“Apologies,” you utter, “sir, your highness, you are both generous.”

King Geralt grumbles and nods, looking once more to the sky as he grabs his sword.

“The Ridge, Vulture’s Peak... it isn’t far. The castle will do, eh?”

“Not far at all, your highness,” Bryce agrees. “It would do you well to let your wife rest. Many congratulations, my king.”

“Congratulations? For what? Smelling a storm?” the king furrows his brow.

“Oi, I think I’ve said too much,” Bryce glances at you.

“Say more,” the king commands. The soldier sighs and sheepishly shows his teeth.

“Please, maid, would ya...” He mutters.

“Your highness, the queen said she is with child,” you swallow, “I only just came from her tent. I believed you were aware. I did not mean to gossip.”

“Child,” his eyes sink and close. He hums and heaves a deep breath, “yes, she would need to be still a time.”

“Your highness, again, you have my apologies--”

“No matter,” the king waves his hand. “Take the maid, I shall see to my wife.”

The king resumes his path onward, sword in hand. He hardly shares in Jazlene’s cheer for the news. Perhaps it is only the threat of the storm that has him unhappy.

You bring your hands to the dark fur along the collar of the cloak and draw it snug. You chatter and Bryce clucks. He nudges you and you walk forward in step.

“So the snows have come,” Bryce declares, “along with the heir. I sense many storms brewing, mouse. Best keep our eyes on the horizon.”

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You don’t sleep for long, if at all. Only the shallow dregs of your anticipation. You watch the snow fall from beneath the canopy and as the horses are roused and fed before dawn, a carpet coats the ground.

You peer down at the powder. You wonder what it feels like. Cold and wet, Bryce says, but don’t dirty your soles, you’ll be soaked. He remains, as ever, cynical.

“Be off soon,” he says as he brings Daisy around, a thick coat over her back and haunches.

“To Vulture’s Peak?” You ask.

“Aye, so we will,” he pets Daisy’s snout as she sniffs him. “though our host may not be so fond to have us.”

“Host? It is not the king’s castle?”

“Ha, no, no,” Bryce laughs heartily, “a king can’t live on a desolate bluff. By fealty, a lord must break bread and offer a roof to his king. It might be his company which has him facing a cold welcome.”

“Oh,” you frown.

“Ah, even this old coot won’t deny us in the coming storm. He has sense of these better than any,” Bryce shrugs. “Don’t worry your head. You stay in your cart and Daisy will do the rest. She’s a fine climber--”

“Out of my way!” The curdling snarl interrupts the soldier and you both look to see the source. “Move, by gods, I am the queen, be away from me.”

You get to your knees, leaning on the edge of the wagon to see out from under the canopy. A scatter of bodies split apart as Queen Jazlene struts through, the fur cloak rippling from her shoulders and the hood set back on her head as her curls spill out. She sneers at the snow beneath her slippers.

“Ah, I did hear there was a cart around here—ugh, out,” she points as she marches up to the cart, “by royal right, I am seizing this cart.”

“Eh,” Bryce moves closer, “your highness, the king--”

“I cannot sit a horse, sir,” she rests her gloved hand over her stomach. “Or would you murder the future prince with your selfishness. All for a--” she pauses and glowers over at you, rolling her eyes. “A maid?”

You rise and snatch up the cloak you’d used as a blanket. You keep bent under the low canopy and climb out with the cushion under your arm.

“Sir, the queen is right, she should have the cart, I will sit with the luggage.”

He huffs and sends a grimace to the sky, unable to direct his malice towards its source, “if she must...”

“I must!” The queen snaps and yanks the pillow from your hands, “I will need this, certainly.”

You stand aside, staring at the pillow dolefully, and buckle the top of your cloak. The queen pauses as she faces you. She looks you up and down.

“Where did you find this then?” She touches the collar of the cloak.

“It is my spare cloak,” Bryce insists before you can answer, “what else do you require, your highness? Shall we bring a lamb to sacrifice?”

“Hm, is that how you northerners worship?” She sneers, missing his irony.

He blinks dully and says nothing.

“Well, secure the horse, I will need to be drawn.”

“It is my horse,” Bryce insists, “you may bridle your own.”

“You dare deny me?” She snarls at him as the soldiers with her stand on either side of the cart.

“You may take it up with your husband. This is my steed, she carried me to war and she will carry me henceforth,” he snips.

Bryce and Jazlene glare at each other. You look between them nervously. You don’t know who King Geralt might choose in this battle should he be called.

“Fine, fetch the stinky thing,” Jazlene demands of one of the soldiers, “and blankets, another pillow, perhaps something to eat.”

The cast of the sky shifts with the first light of the sun and Bryce grabs both horses and leads them aside. He whistles for you to follow. You come to him as Chestnut and Daisy cluelessly puff into the cold air.

“You will ride. I will not have that... queen seizing my horse,” he sniffs, “I will show you how once I’ve saddled the mare.”

“Oh, yes, sir.” You look up at the horses back. It seems very high.

“You will want to be aback anyhow,” he shrugs, “you’ll not want to miss the mountain. It is very beautiful, especially in the snow.”

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The party continues onward, treacherously. As the snow falls, the train diverts away from the flats and onto the narrow paths speckled with broken trunks and towering trees. The smell of pine tickles your nose as you ascend, bit by bit.

It takes some time to grow used to the motion of the horse. Daisy’s hooves are certain and she does not slip on even the most precarious spots. Bryce rides behind you, booming about each nook and cranny, pointing out the white rabbits and the wilted fauna. His enthusiasm is unexpected but endearing.

You ride until the moon replaces the sun and dismount along the side of the great cliff. There is no room here to pitch a tent and only a few fires burn along the ridge. Your hips ache as the soldier grunts about his back.

“I should see to the queen,” you suggest as you rub your hands together.

“She must have many fawning over her,” Bryce spits out a wad of leaves and squashes it under his feet.

“I am her maid--”

“And we are on a long road. She might go without you minding her temper,” he snarls.

You frown, “I am not upset. She needs the cart more than me.”

“It isn’t that which sees me chagrined,” he growls. “It’s those deeds you will not admit of that traitor’s daughter which make me prickle.”

You’re quiet. You look away, your eyes wandering up into the sky, watching the snow swirl down, following it down to the ground far below. The heaps are immaculate in the moonlight and the trim of white along the ridge gleams.

“I am a maid.”

“I know little of your summer people but if that is how they treat those who serve them, perhaps this alliance was not so wise,” he grumbles as he steps up beside you, “perhaps it would’ve been better to submit such cruel nobles.”

“Sir,” you say, shocked and peer over at his profile. His beard has grown to meet his cloak, his hair coiling down to his shoulders.

“I serve my king, as I ever will, but I will not bend the knees to a snake,” he hisses and crosses his arms.

“We are united, aren’t we? Summer and Winter,” you reach to touch his thick hide mitt.

“Aye, yes, I do not seek another battle,” he exhales. “I am only wary of those who may.”

You squint. Your mind returns to Lord Dustan and what he said to his daughter. The heir is their prize, an affirmation of the bounty earned by their betrayal, but also a chain to that very act. To the man they forsook their name for. A man they speak as kindly on as they had their former allies.

“Might I walk?” You draw your hand from his. “My legs are sore.”

“Not too far. And keep your eyes open,” he girds, “and your hands in your cloak. You needn’t frostbite.”

You nod and he turns to you. He pulls up the hood of your cloak and pats your shoulder.

“Tarry too long and I’ll look for you,” he warns.

“Sir,” you shift slowly and step past him.

You trod higher up the incline as you marvel over the edge. Bodies huddles together beneath cloaks and blankets, nestling for warmth against the wall of the cliff. You carry on and stop near a luggage cart, close to the drop. You hold out your hand, letting snow gather in your palm. It is cold, bitterly and painfully cold, but so beautiful. You bring it closer and watch it slowly melt as your hand numbs.

“Do you remember...” the king’s voice drawls over you as his soft steps approach. “What I told you of this place?”

You look at him. He is lit by the moonlight, his golden eyes like stars, and his jaw is bristly with thickening stubble. You bow your head, “your highness, are the bears already asleep in their caves?”

He chuckles, “you do recall,” he praises, “not yet, though they do not come this high.”

“And the wolves? Are they near?”

“They are always prowling,” he says, shifting closer, his arm pressing to yours. He bends slightly to peer straight down, “the elk will be in the forests.” He points to the snowcapped tips of the distant trees, “here, the vultures have their nests. Their eggs,” he curves his hands to show the size, “I made a writ, years ago. It is forbidden to eat the eggs. I always found it quite tragic to desecrate the majestic creatures before they can even be borne. Before they can fly even.”

“Vultures? I’ve never seen one? They are... birds?”

“Yes, birds,” he confirms.

He is silent as he considers his kingdom below. His breath is gritty as it rises and falls. He has much to think on. A child, a wife, and his homecoming delayed by a storm.

“One thing has changed here, in these lands of winter,” he says lowly and you feel a ripple in your cloak. He presses his hand firmly to your back, sliding it along your side to grasp your hip. He moves to stand behind you and brings you close. He wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your crown, “I said before, there is no summer here,” he holds you, pulling his cloak around you, concealing you within it as he drapes himself around you, “summer is here. With me. Warm and gentle.”

You go rigid as he holds you, your heart beating at the unexpected embrace, at the unseemly contact between you. He hums as he stands with you in the shadows of the cart, so brazenly covert. Anyone might happen upon you and yet they all hide away from the storm.

“Your highness,” you stammer and quiver against him.

“Treasure,” he purrs, “my treasure. The one good thing I’ve brought home...”

You can’t breathe or think. Is he drunk? Confused? What does he mean?

“I--” he begins but the kick of a rock quiets him, the stone bouncing off the cart’s wheel.

A shadow stalks down the precipice towards you and the king detaches, uncovering you from his cloak. He faces the figure as the tramp up the incline. You hear the king shudder as he tickles your back.

“There’s the mouse,” Bryce says as he comes into the moonlight, his brow and jaw set, though he doesn’t look at you. He looks at the king, almost defiant. “You shouldn't be out so long in the cold. Exposed,” he grits, “come, I’ve sparked us a fire.”

King Geralt clears his throat, “thank you, sir.”

“My king,” Bryce says as he beckons to you, “I will keep the maid safe. As you bid.”

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I HAVE YET TO SEE IT. I know I know ( but it's soccer season) But oh I'm loving this funny, yet, serious Gus.

My Home Is You Part 1/3

A/N: I am so obsessed with this movie, I've seen it twice. Enjoy. Leave a comment, like, or reblog if you've enjoyed it. Thank you to @kingliam2019 for requesting.

Fandom: The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare

Pairing: Gus March-Phillips x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ for language, Nazi's, canon typical violence, possible spoilers for the movie, and mentions of sexual assault.

“What’s that?” Freddy points to the lump behind Gus’s coat.

“Nothing,” Gus shrugs, “shall we.”

“We shall not,” Freddy shouts exasperated, “it’s moving! Unless you became the hunchback of Notre Dame in the ten minutes I left you, you got something hidden behind your back!”

“He’s got a point, boss,” Hazy shrugs.

Gus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I think the jig is up,” he pushes the coat up and out you pop from behind his side, disappearing behind him with a shriek.

“Where the hell did you find a woman?!” Freddy looks around, then goes silent putting two and two together, “Oh, I see.”

“She’s coming with us,” Gus reaches behind him and you grasp his hand, trembling hard at being surrounded by so many men. His touch is warm, and you take a moment to breathe before stepping out from behind him at your full height.

“Hello,” you whisper, giving an awkward wave.

Gus lets go of your hand and claps making you jump and his face quickly turns apologetic, “Fuck, sorry about that, love. These are the boys,” he points to each man giving you a quick rundown on his merry band of miscreants. He turns to you with a proud smile, “I never did catch your name.”

“Let me get this straight,” Freddy puts his hands on his hips, sticking out one finger towards Gus, “you find a random woman hidden in a Nazi garrison, fight your way out with her, and decide to bring her with us, without asking her name first?”

“Probably did it a bit backward,” Gus rubs the back of his head with a chuckle, “but I’m making up for it now.”

You clear your throat and they all turn towards you as you say your name, a small smile spreading across your face when they repeat it to you. “Welcome to the team,” Anders bows before putting his bow over his shoulder, “shall we get back to the boat, we got somewhere we need to be.”

“After you,” Gus says, frowning when he realizes Anders is already halfway back to the boat. “That’s the spirit Lassen, lead the way!” Gus slings an arm around your shoulder and helps you walk, it’s slow and painful; your foot aches with every step but you keep it to yourself. These men have already done enough liberating you and agreeing to take you with them. The last thing they need is for you to be injured. But nothing gets past Gus.

He doesn’t ask, just leans down and swings you up into his arms. You gasp, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck. “Wh-what are you doing?” you whisper.

“You’re limping,” he whispers back, almost like two children sharing a secret, he grins. “I’m not about to let you hurt yourself worse before I can take a look at your injuries.”

“I’m fine,” you bite your lip looking away, “you’ve done enough already.”

Gus stops, the others moving around him to toss the rope down the cliff side, “Darling, I know you’ve just spent gods knows how long with the worst creatures imaginable but not all of us are monsters.”

“I didn’t say you were,” you turn back to him, and catch your breath when you notice how close he is. “I don’t think you’re a monster at all,” you whisper, swallowing hard, “I just don’t want to cause you any more trouble.”

“Do you know what I thought when I saw you tucked behind that wall crying and holding your ears?” You shake your head, and he grins, “She looks like just my kind of trouble.”

The first smile in months spreads like wildfire across your face and you nod. “Ready?” Apple interrupts, “We managed a pulley to get her down.”

Gus nods, lifting you into the makeshift pulley and working with Apple to lower you down. When you reach the ground Lassen lifts you into his arms while Gus and Apple come down and re-wrap the rope around their arms.

When finished, Gus reaches his arms out for you and Anders smiles, tugging you closer. “I think I’ll hold on to her for a while. Give you a break,” he looks down giving you a conspiratorial wink.

“Give me back my damsel,” Gus holds out his arms wider, “I’m not going to ask again.”

“Who are you calling a damsel?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest, and Lassen lets out a joyful cheer.

“You tell him, honey,” he turns walking with you back towards the dinghy. His glee makes a ghost of a laugh appear in your throat before you toss your head back in delight.

Apple pats Gus on the back as he climbs into the boat and you look back to see Gus smiling, a full-blown smile just for you and you rest your head on your arm and look back at him. “It’s good to see you laugh,” he mouths, and your cheeks ache from smiling as he sits down and begins to row.

“Row row, row your boat,” Lassen mumbles under his breath, the lull of the waves and the feeling of safety making your eyes droop. “Oh, the little lamb is tired, no?” he whispers in your ear, “You rest, no one will harm you ever again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you repeat your fathers words aloud.

“Little lamb, with the way Gus is looking at me right now. You don’t have to worry about anyone hurting you for the rest of your life.” He rubs a hand over your arm and chuckles, mumbling, “if looks could kill.”

“He won’t always be there,” your words are drowsy as you burrow deep into his arms, letting out a yawn.

“Ah, little lamb, I highly doubt that,” Lassen chuckles softly, before you feel yourself being lifted into anothers arms. The scent of smoke, cologne, and leather lull you into a deeper sense of calm and you snuggle into his arms. Gus looks down, brushing a knuckle over your cheek and committing your face to memory as you fall asleep, breathing softly. “Take a picture,” Lassen teases, “it will last longer.”

“Her cell was next to mine,” Apple interrupts, “she was always so nice to me. Tried to patch me up the best she could through the bars. I tried to return the favor, everytime they brought her….fuck I can still hear the screaming.” The men are silent, the waves crashing against the dinghy as they get closer and closer to the boat.

“Well,” Freddy clears his throat, “she’s safe now.” They reach the boat, helping Gus aboard and watching as he disappears below deck with you.

“Heaven help the man who tries to take her away from him,” Hayes clears his throat, and the rest climb aboard and continue on toward Fernando Po.

Below deck, Gus tucks you into his bunk and watches the rise and fall of your chest before he moves towards the end of the bed, and lifts the blanket to remove your shoe. He curses when he sees the bruising around your ankle. He removes the other shoe and has to control his breathing when he sees the same markings; shackles.

“Never again,” he whispers, grabbing bandages and ointments and applying them to your ankles. The bottom of your foot is no better, and he grabs the tweezers removing several shards of glass and bandaging your feet. “No wonder you were limping,” he talks to himself. He takes the next twenty minutes checking over the parts of your body he can see, treating every little cut and bruise. When he’s finished he walks over to a basin of water and washes his hands before pouring a glass of scotch and sitting down at the map.

He loses track of the time, his head snapping up from the table when the screaming starts. He pushes the chair out, climbing over the table to grab your thrashing body. He repeats your name over and over again till your eyes pop open, gasping you reach towards him throwing your arms around his neck and letting out a sob. “I thought it was a dream,” you sob brokenly into his skin, almost crawling into his lap, “I dreamed I was back there,” you take a deep breath, “that they were…”

“No,” he shakes his head, pulling back to put both hands on your face, his thumbs brushing the tears from your eyes. “You’re safe,” he repeats once, then twice, “do you hear me?”

“I’m safe,” you repeat back, the tears silently streaming down your face. From the stairs, the men stare at the scene before them. “Uh oh,” Freddy shakes his head, and the others turn to him with various questions. “Look at them,” he points back to you and Gus, “he looks at her like he just realized what love was.”

“I didn’t know you were a romantic, Freddy,” Apple claps him on the shoulder with a laugh. “I’m not,” he shrugs, “but I’m also not blind. That right there,” he points a finger, “that’s love if I ever saw it. You just wait, I bet you ten pounds she goes home with him at the end of this mission.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Hayes tosses over his shoulder.

Apple raises a brow, “you don’t think they’ll end up getting hitched once we’re home.”

“That wasn’t the bet,” Hayes grins, “he bet that she’ll go home with him at the end of the mission. I think we’ll either be dead or in jail so she probably won’t be going home with him.”

“Never bet against yourself, Hazy,” Freddy shakes his head, “have I taught you nothing.”

“It’s your deal,” Henry reminds him before shrugging past to go back to the deck, “let’s go, give them some privacy.”

Their steps recede and Gus rubs the last of your tears away, “do you want something to eat?”

“Yes,” you nod, moving from his lap and tugging the blanket around your shoulders. When you step down, you quickly look at the bandages around your feet and ankle before meeting his eyes, “thank you,” you whisper, “for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he puts the kettle on, “any decent human being would do the same.” You sit down at the table seeing the maps and confidential files spread across the surface. Gus grabs the papers and puts them into a pile before putting down a cup of steaming tea before you.

“I have a few questions,” you wrap your hands around the cup, absorbing some of the warmth.

He takes a sip, blowing the top with a grin, “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“What were you doing in the Garrison?”

“Rescuing Appleyard,” he takes another sip, “we needed him.”

“For what?”

Gus puts down his cup, crossing his arms over his chest and your heart beats a little louder at how strained the fabric is over his bulging biceps. You quickly take a sip of your tea, burning your tongue when you meet his eyes, seeing amusement sparkle. “Enjoying the show?” you cough, the tea spilling down the front of your dress. “Shit,” he shouts, grabbing a towel and pulling out the chair beside you to sit down. You grab it and soak up the liquid from your dress, the top sinking lower with each tug.

When you’re finished you glance up to see his eyes on your chest before he quickly averts his eyes and clears his throat. “Enjoying the show?” you smile softly when he coughs and lets out a strained laugh.

“Very much,” he turns his head and your mouth goes dry. Neither says anything for a moment before he goes back to the pile and tugs out the map. You take another sip of tea to prevent being parched when he spreads it over the table. “We’re on a secret mission for the English government.” “Come again?” you clear your throat, sitting up straighter.

He grins, “We are on an unsanctioned, unofficial mission to destroy a ship and two tug boats holding enough supplies to supply the German U-boats for six months. We destroy those ships and we regain control of the Atlantic.”

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“Explosives,” he pushes a tin of biscuits towards you, “tons of explosives. What do you think?”

You sit there for a moment, processing everything he’s said before reaching into the tin and pulling out a ginger snap. You dip it into your cup before taking a bite with a grin, “where can I sign up?”

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