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Keep Moving Forwards, Part 37

Azriel x Reader Fic

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 4.3K

Author's Note: This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

Your eyes snapped open, startled by the sudden noise that jolted you awake. The soft sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You could feel Azriel's strong arms wrapped tightly around you, providing a sense of safety and comfort. As you allowed yourself to relax back into his chest, he murmured softly and pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. Your skin tingled from the sensation of his nude body pressing against yours as you arched into him.

He grumbled playfully, "Didn't we do this three times already?" A small smile played on your lips as you looked up at him. Your hands reached up to grasp his arms, tracing the curves and lines of his muscles. This moment, wrapped in each other's embrace, felt like pure perfection.

But just as quickly as there was peace and tranquility, it was shattered by Cassian's booming voice down the hall. "Azriel! Get your lazy ass up and give me a hug!"

Azriel grumbled once again, burying his face in your hair. "Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away," he muttered.

You couldn't help but laugh at his response. "Or he'll barge in here and see us lying naked in bed." You joked, giving him a light nudge to get up and get dressed before Cassian barged in on you both.

“It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.” Azriel replied, trying to pull you back. But you freed yourself from his grasp, frantically grabbing clothing from the floor and throwing it on.

“Thanks,” you replied flatly, “Glad to know that before last night I was the only one who hadn’t seen you naked.”

The soft fabric of Azriel's shirt descended onto your thighs, providing just enough coverage but leaving much to be desired. As you dressed, Azriel propped himself up on his elbows, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he watched you slip into his clothes. “You know,” he started, “If you only ever wanted to wear that from now on I think I would be happy.”

Just then, a loud banging on the door interrupted your moment. Cassian impatiently yelled for the two of you to hurry up. “Put your dick away and get out here!” He hollered.

Azriel fell back on the bed in response, refusing to move despite your attempts to urge him up. Instead, he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow. You quickly scurried into the bathing room, just as the doorknob clicked and swung open.

Through the door, you heard Cassian barge into the room with all the energy of a child on Solstice morning. “Get up you lazy ass!” His voice was full of joy.

Azriel grumbled something incoherent in reply.

And then, with a loud laugh from Cassian, you heard the sound of blankets falling to the floor as Azriel hissed at him. “I didn’t actually think you’d be naked!” Cassian cried through his laughter.

“No one invited you in here!” Azriel hissed back.

“Well,” Cassian began, “I’m going to have to start acting like a father sooner or later, and I guess getting kids up from bed is part of that.” He replied with a chuckle.

You couldn't help but smile lightly as you pressed your ear against the door, listening. Nesta must have finally told him, you thought to yourself with a sense of relief. Azriel's congratulations and a hug could be heard through the door, and you only hoped that Azriel had put pants on before.

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Winter descended upon Velaris with a cold fury, sending swirling gusts of snow through the streets and forcing the fae to retreat into their warm homes. And as the chill crept into your bones, you knew it was time to move into the Town House with Azriel. You had been spending more and more time there, his duties as the spy master often interrupted by your alluring presence. With a bare leg propped on his thigh, you would entice him with soft whispers and promises of what could happen if he took a break from his work. In those moments, you were feral for each other, unable to resist the urge to steal kisses and touches whenever you could. Although you weren't one for public displays of affection, in private you were consumed by your desire for each other. His hands tracing patterns on your skin or your feet resting on his lap were just small glimpses of the intense passion that burned between you two. Alone, you were wild and untamed, completely lost in each other's embrace.

Despite his busy schedule, he always made an effort to involve you in his work – or at least the parts that could be shared with you. However, your interests lay elsewhere; specifically, in improving the community of the city. Spending more time in the Town House gave you greater access to Titania, and you used this to focus on helping the less fortunate fae living within its borders.

Through negotiations with Rhys, you established a community aid program that provided childcare for pleasure house mothers, helped them find proper housing and early education opportunities for their children, and ensured consistent access to food and shelter. By mid-January, your efforts had resulted in the transformation of an old factory in a lower income area of the city into a space for classrooms and educational programs. Azriel and Lucien eagerly lent their assistance whenever possible, while Cassian practically leapt at the chance to help demolish walls and prepare the building for its new purpose. He even proclaimed his newfound love for using a sledgehammer as his preferred method of battle.

As soon as Azriel took you under his wing, you were thrust into the bustling world of court life. He would join you at meetings, parties, and dinners without hesitation, and no one questioned your presence. Feyre, Elain, and Nesta easily welcomed you into their circle, linking arms with you as you strolled through grand manors and palaces filled with High Fae from across Prythian. Your heart would often race in your chest as you were introduced to powerful figures, always being referred to as the Night Court's Principle Guardian of Welfare - a title Rhysand had cleverly coined during a meeting with the Summer Court's High Lord. With Azriel's reassuring hand on your lower back, his fingers finding their way between the open back straps of your gown to lightly trace over exposed skin, you were never just his second-in-command. You held your own importance and were recognized for your own accomplishments and interests.

In fact, your frequent attendance at court events and successful projects had caught the attention of other High Lords who were eager to introduce you to their city planners for potential welfare projects in their own domains. Even courtiers who couldn't attend events specifically requested for your presence, creating a following of admirers solely for your skills and talents. You were carving out a name for yourself in court - not just as Azriel's companion, but as a strong and capable individual in your own right.

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You stood up from the hard, cold concrete floor, your knees aching from crouching for so long. Your hair fell into your face as you yanked on a stubborn nail that seemed determined to stay in place. With one last burst of effort, the hammer finally gave way and the ancient nail sprang forth, causing you to fall backwards in surprise. As you sputtered and dusted yourself off, you sneered at the nail still clutched tightly in your fingers.

Behind you, you heard the light footsteps of Azriel approaching. You turned over your shoulder, still holding onto the nail as you smiled at him. He stood in the open doorway of the room you were working in, his figure outlined by the soft light streaming through the dusty factory windows. The rafters above were lined with crumbling insulation, and the dirty concrete floor was scattered with rocks and debris as you ripped out old boards to replace them with new, treated wood. This was the third building you had remodeled together, and as you looked around at the cobweb-covered windows and fading light outside, you realized how late it had gotten.

Azriel's smile widened as he gazed at you. "Are you coming home soon?" he asked.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you whispered, standing up and brushing off your pants. "I didn't realize how late it was."

Azriel simply smiled again as he walked towards you, his boots crunching on the dirt and rocks. He reached up to wipe a smear of sweat and dust off your brow before planting a gentle kiss there. "No worries. I just wanted to make sure the building hadn't collapsed on you."

Rolling your eyes playfully at his teasing, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his chest. "Hi," you murmured, puckering your lips for a kiss.

He laughed softly before leaning down to meet your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. "Hello," he replied, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he looked down at you with adoration.

A contented sigh escaped your lips as Azriel pulled away from the embrace, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Did you also forget we have Helion's End of Winter Ball tonight?" he whispered. Your eyes flew open, panic rushing through your body. "Yes, gods I'm so sorry!" You scrambled to get up, Azriel following behind with a soft chuckle. "We have time," he reassured you.

The large factory doors swung open and a gust of cool night air hit your cheeks as you stepped outside. The moon shone brightly above, casting shadows on the ground below. "I haven't even picked out something to wear," you exclaimed in a frantic tone.

Azriel's hand remained tightly clasped in yours as he led you back into the Town Houses foyer. In the blink of an eye, you were suddenly standing inside the entrance hall once again. You turned to Azriel in confusion, but he simply retrieved a dress bag from the coat rack and handed it to you. "I figured you had, so I had Nesta send something down from the House for you," he explained with a small smile.

Feeling grateful and relieved, you took a deep breath and released the tension in your body. Running your fingers over the fabric of the bag, you smiled at Azriel. "Thank you," you said sincerely.

Azriel's smile grew wider at your words. "You do need to shower though," he pointed out, gesturing towards your disheveled appearance. "You look like you rolled around in the dirt."

You scoffed playfully at him and clicked your tongue. "And here I was going to invite you to join me," you teased with a half-smile.

Azriel's eyes widened at your words before he quickly crossed the foyer and effortlessly lifted you over his shoulder. You laughed and squealed as he bounded up the stairs to your room, the dress bag swaying with each step.

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After indulging in a particularly steamy shower, you carefully unpacked the gown and slipped into it, marveling at its sheer beauty. As you hurried down the hallway, attempting to quickly style your hair into a low bun, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The gown was a delicate blend of icy blues and pastel shades, exquisitely crafted with small crystals adorning the hem and straight neckline. The sleeves cascaded down in billowing layers of sheer fabric, gathering into elegant cuffs at your wrists. The length of the gown stopped just above your ankles, perfectly paired with white flats adorned with matching crystal details, courtesy of the House.

Azriel emerged from his office at the end of the hall, fastening his own cufflinks in his signature siphon blue. He looked up and smiled to himself as he saw you in the mirror. You tucked a few loose strands of hair behind your ears as he approached, standing next to him as he adjusted his suit jacket. His wings draped gracefully behind you both, adding to the striking image you made together. You couldn't help but notice that the house had also provided a simple pocket square in the same shade of blue as your gown.

"Well don't you look nice," you teased, raising an eyebrow at him in the mirror.

Azriel smoothed down his jacket one last time before meeting your gaze in the reflection. "The same could be said about you."

You flashed him a mischievous half-smile as he offered his hand to you. "Shall we?"

You slipped your hand into his as the world blurred and then shifted back into focus. When everything came back into focus, you found yourselves standing on the lush lawn in front of Helion's grand manor. It was situated deep within a forest clearing and exuded nothing but luxury. The front lawn was a masterpiece of intricate stone pathways, adorned with gold accents that snaked between each one. These paths led to small reflecting pools where dormant lilypads rested in the late winter chill. The manor itself was a sight to behold. The massive oak doors stood at least 15 feet tall, intricately carved with images of sunrises and blooming flowers. The lower half of the building was lined with white rock, each window adorned with golden metalwork that swooped and spiraled around it. Balconies dripped with the same elegance, and the roof boasted a light turquoise hue. The entire manor seemed to stretch on for miles, cascading down the hill where it perched above a large lake dotted with various boats gently swaying in the slight current.

You and Azriel strolled hand-in-hand down the winding pathway, surrounded by other fae who were joyously chatting and laughing on the vibrant green lawn. The ethereal glow of fae lights illuminated each pool, casting a magical aura over the scene. Through the large windows of the grand house, you caught glimpses of lively activity - music spilling out from open doors and fae dancing and mingling inside. As Azriel guided you up the elegant steps and through the front door, his sharp eyes scanned the area for any signs of trouble.

The sound of raucous noise hit you like a wave as you stepped into the bustling party. Azriel leaned down close to your ear, almost shouting to be heard over the din. You strained to make out his words but eventually understood that. Nodding in acknowledgement, you everyone was out on the back balcony. You felt Azriel's warm hand rest on your lower back as he led the way through the sea of fae. This was not a party for those with delicate sensibilities - it was a wild mass of bodies, writhing together without reserve or inhibition. It lacked the refinement and grace of Nesta's gatherings, instead focused on pure entertainment and revelry. Your eyes widened at the sight of fae couples passionately kissing against walls, wandering hands sneaking up dresses or down trousers. Trying not to stare, you averted your gaze from one couple who seemed to be actively engaging in sexual activities against a wall.

Pushing through the ornate french doors at the back of the grand estate, you and Azriel stumbled onto the expansive patio, pushed forward by a few rowdy fae males who were clearly enjoying one too many drinks. The warm glow of firelight greeted you as you both tripped forward, barely managing to stay on your feet. Ahead, the lively members of the Night Court lounged comfortably on various pieces of plush outdoor furniture. Feyre sprawled across Rhys's lap on a cushioned chaise lounge in front of a roaring fire pit, her hair cascading over his chest. Nesta reclined next to Cassian on a large outdoor couch, her long legs stretched out and propped up on pillows. Opposite them sat Elain and Lucien, with Elain perched delicately on Lucien's lap, his mechanical eye whirring as it adjusted to the firelight.

"You made it!" Feyre exclaimed, raising her glass in a salute.

You chuckled at her slightly slurred speech, noticing that she was already a little tipsy and Rhys had to steady her hand as she nearly spilled her drink on him. You joined the group as Nesta scooted over for you to sit next to her, while Azriel took a seat in a chair across from you. "Sorry I'm late," you said, plopping down next to Nesta who immediately put her feet in your lap.

"You're always busy," Nesta replied, wiggling her toes for you to rub her swollen ankles.

"Just during daylight hours," you quipped back, earning a chuckle from Cassian as he rubbed Nesta's growing bump.

"Well," Rhys interjected, setting his own drink down on the stone ground as another piece of wood cracked in the fire, "You arrived just in time because Lucien was about to tell us all about his rather unusual adventures in the Winter Court last month." Rhys raised an eyebrow gesturing over to him.

Lucien buried his face in Elain's shoulder, muttering something unintelligible.

Rhys laughed and leaned in closer, the fire casting shadows on his face. "As High Lord, I demand more information!"

Lucien looked like he was about to give in when suddenly music blared from inside and several nude males streaked past them towards the glistening lake, shouting and whooping as they jumped into the water.

Elain winced sympathetically. "Ouch, that's gonna be cold." Her concern quickly turned to amusement as she watched the fae males splash around in the frigid water.

Cassian, looking over his shoulder at them while trying to cover Nesta's eyes with his large hand, replied with a grin, "You know Elain, I really don't think they care much about that right now."

Nesta squirmed and attempted to peel Cassian's fingers open, huffing and growling in frustration.

Suddenly, Helion appeared from the doors of the castle, strutting out with a loud guffaw. The three males in the lake hollered at him, demanding an insane amount of coin that even the most imaginative mind couldn't comprehend.

Rhysand called out to him, his voice echoing across the still waters, "Helion!" The amber-eyed male turned towards him, still trying to catch his breath from laughing. "Was that your idea?"

With a wide smile and confident stride, Helion sauntered over to the group. His golden belt glinted in the firelight as he pointed towards the lake and proudly declared, "I will take full responsibility for that."

Helion flopped down in a plush armchair next to Azriel, surveying the scene before him. The fire crackled and danced in front of them, casting shadows on the faces of their companions. He leaned over to Azriel, his voice low, "Azriel, Cassian, care to join them?" Azriel responded with a quick shake of his head, "Not a chance," while Cassian chimed in with a playful tone, "How much are we talking?" Nesta playfully swatted Cassian's arm as her eyes met Azriel's across the fire. A coy smile played on his lips as he met your gaze.

The lord of Day Court seemed to pick up on the unspoken exchange between you and Azriel, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you. With a laugh and a hint of pride in his voice, Helion spoke up, "Well look at you, Spymaster. Finally finding a female who can tolerate all that..." He gestured towards Azriel with a smirk, "Brooding masculine energy." Helion winked at Azriel as he stood and walked around the fire to stand behind you. His strong arms wrapped around your upper chest as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

Turning to face Azriel, Helion directed his next words towards you, "You know, Y/N, I always thought I would be the one to win him over." His gaze shifted to Azriel once again as he added with a chuckle, "But I guess you beat me to it." You responded with a sarcastic smile, "I'm more than happy to share." As if on cue, Azriel pushed himself off of you and scoffed playfully before you reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him back towards you. He returned to leaning against you, pressing a soft kiss onto the top of your head.

Helion then turned his attention towards Lucien and Elain, his smile wide and his teeth shining in the firelight. "Elain, my light, my love, my flower," he exclaimed as he rose to his feet and made his way over to the couple. He gently gripped Elain's face with his large hands and pressed a kiss onto each cheek. Elain giggled in response, "Hello Helion." It was clear that the lord of Day Court was slightly intoxicated as he playfully slapped a hand on Lucien's shoulder, causing him to wince. Despite being Lucien's biological father, Helion towered over him with his sheer size and strength. "How is my request coming along?" he asked with a hint of impatience.

Lucien rolled his eyes, the mechanical one buzzing as he did so. Elain looked between the two men with a straight face and chimed in, "Yeah Lucien, how is Helion's request going?" Lucien let out a loose laugh before responding, "It's not my fault I've been away for a month."

Helion groaned in frustration, "Have you never heard of conjugal visits?" A few steps brought him closer to Rhysand, who was currently talking to Feyre nearby, whispering into her ear. Helion directed his question towards the High Lord, who looked up with confusion in his eyes. "You're the reason I have no grandchildren," Helion accused, pointing a finger at Rhysand.

Rhysand chuckled, leaning back against a tree trunk. "My Court members' personal affairs are not my concern. Besides, Helion, I'm sure you have other illegitimate children who have already had their own children."

Helion feigned disgust at the accusation, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. "How dare you accuse me of having relations outside of an official partnership?"

Rhysand scoffed, the sound echoing against the elegant walls of the grand hall. "Last I checked Helion, monogamy wasn't exactly a practice you used."

Cassian muttered under his breath, "Given this is basically a court-ordered orgy, I would say so."

Helion's gaze shifted to Cassian, and then trailed down to Nesta's midsection. His eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled his way over to the couch where she sat. "My gods, Nesta, look at you!"

Nesta calmly ran a long finger down her stomach. "Have you not heard yet?"

Helion slurred out, "No one here tells me anything!"

He gestured excitedly towards her stomach and she agreed to let him feel it. As Helion dropped rather hard to his knees, placing one hand on her growing bump, Cassian held back a light growl at her being touched by another man. Even Azriel arguing with her was enough right now to make Cassian want to rip off his wings and beat him with them. "Cassian," Nesta warned with a slight edge to her voice, "I swear on all that is sacred that if you don't stop being an overprotective bear of a mate, I will shoot you with your own crossbow."

And with that threat hanging in the air, Cassian released his white-knuckle grip on the back of the chair, causing it to creak back into place.

Helion ran his hand over the slight bump on Nesta's stomach, a look of pure joy on his face. "I just love babes," he whispered before looking up at Nesta who smiled down at him.

Amidst the chatter and laughter in the room, Rhysand took a sip of his drink and muttered in response, "You certainly had a few."

Without turning, Helion shot back, "I'm going to choose to ignore that, Rhysand." He then turned his attention back to Nesta and

Cassian. "Congratulations to both of you!" he exclaimed.

Nesta merely rolled her eyes. "No need to congratulate Cassian," she countered, a hint of amusement in her voice, "He's not the one growing a hand right now."

Helion chuckled and rose back to his feet. "Of course, Cassian, how dare you make her uncomfortable. Nesta, my dear, congratulations."

Cassian threw up his arms in defeat as Helion's attention shifted towards the nearby lake. "It appears that I have a debt to pay," he noted with a mischievous glint in his eye, "and possibly some frozen fae to thaw." With that, he took a few steps towards the lake. "Do enjoy yourselves," he called over his shoulder before disappearing from sight.

As you whispered to Azriel, his warm breath tickled your skin and sent shivers down your spine. He buried his face in your neck, his lips grazing against the delicate skin as he responded, "Are all of his parties like this?"

Azriel grumbled back, his deep voice rumbling through your body, "I would argue this is slightly tamer than the rest."

Nesta wiggled her feet again for you to continue massaging her uncomfortable swollen ankles, a small smile on her lips as she relaxed into the plush cushions of the couch.

Azriel leaned in closer once more, his warm breath fanning across your ear as he whispered, "But he does have a rather large hedge maze for party goers to get lost in." Your breath caught in your throat at the thought of hidden corners and secret paths. “Lots of dark places to hide, you could get lost for hours.” He whispered again, his voice drawling. Azriel was hungry and only for you.

"I want to see the hedge maze," you announced suddenly, unable to contain your excitement any longer. Azriel chuckled lightly under his breath as he turned away, trying to hide his amusement from Feyre and Rhysand who were lounging nearby.

Feyre shifted slightly, her words slurring together as she spoke up, "I wanna come!" But Rhysand held her back with a knowing smile to Azriel.

"Feyre Darling," he began with a hint of laughter in his voice, "I think given your current condition... if we took you in there, I wouldn't find you again." Feyre groaned in response but made no move to get up from her comfortable spot.

You felt Azriel's hand slide into yours as he pulled you towards the stairs and out into the cold night air, but given how quickly he was tugging, you knew you wouldn’t be cold for long.

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scarlet-empresss · 8 months

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Simon Riley x reader relationship headcanons Sooo after nearly seven years of being a mostly inactive member of the fandom, writing countless fics that nobody ever got to see - I can say I’ve developed a fairly clear picture of how I envision some of these characters. Therefore, here are some of the things I think would characterize Simon as a partner (and a few of just him as a person). English is not my first language so please bear with me :)

Friends first. I feel like he's not one to rush into a serious relationship without having strong foundations laid out first. You're a trustworthy, longtime teammate he's been working with for years, who has seen his darkest side and inner demons resurface, and still be accepting of him as a person? Or perhaps you're a civilian working at the coffee shop he frequents; the same civilian who spilled his usual at him one time, leading to an unexpected, but most certainly intruguing friendship? Let's fucking roll with either.

Following the first point—he's not a 'love at first glance' type of guy. He needs a connection, a spark; that spark that comes from knowledge and insight, both gained through meaningful interactions and a genuine bond. This is what Simon seeks. (Bonus points if you're a medic/nurse, because, you know, I fucking love medic x soldier trope)

Now let's get to the love language—definitely acts of service. You're tired after a long day at work? Boom, you've got a nice and hot bath waiting for you, together with your favorite snacks and a glass of wine/book to read (could be both). Running low on essentials, be it your favorite type of coffee, a preferred perfume, tampons, the likes? Well, expect it to be restocked as soon as possible. He'll change the oil in your car, scrape the frost from the windows, anything you as much as mention. If you're sick, he'll do whatever makes you feel better, whether that's a warm compress or something as simple as a bowl of soup and a couple of ice packs. He wants to take care of you. He might not be an expert at expressin his feelings through words, but he'll damn sure cook you a three-course meal and a dessert to show you how much he appreciates you.

That being said, he's an exceptional cook. He doesn't have many opportunities to experiment in the kitchen during deployments or safe houses, but you can be sure that Simon is behind the pots and pans preparing mouthwatering meals whenever he's back home. It's relaxing, and he simply enjoys spending time cooking for you and himself.

Not into excessive PDA - hand holding is okay, but when you two are in a crowd (which he hates), there's a hand on the small of your back or lingering on the back of your neck. Behind closed doors, he's more openly affectionate. Whether you're simply making a sandwich in the kitchen or he breezes past you, he's likely to stand behind you and simply rest his chin on the top of your head, rough hands on your hips, or when you two are sitting on the couch, his arm is either around you or resting on your thigh.

Non sexual intimacy is a big yes; head scratches, hand holding, shoulder rubs, baths together, or anything of the sort. But there's one thing that melts him completely and that's when you kiss his eyelids. If you're his teammate and you're in a relationship, he will appreciate you helping him out of his gear, washing the dirt and grime off his hands or helping him apply the camouflage paint on his face.

He may call you "love" or "sweetheart," but he attempts to restrict these terms of endearment primarily behind closed doors. He's not exactly fond of overtly cutesy pet names either, so he appreciates the occasional "Love" or "Si," but he draws the line at anything more ostentatiously affectionate. "Don't ya ever call me pookie again, got it, sweetheart?"

Wanna wake up before that man? Yeah, good luck with that. He's a proper, bona fide early riser, an early bird, prepared for the day well before the rays reach the horizon. It's like clockwork, a routine that's been ingrained into his circadian rhythm, something that governs his inner system. If he's not out on a morning jog, he'll lie on his side of the bed, staring at you, silently admiring. Oh, and he'll know if you wake up and pretend to be still asleep.

Simon values the power of silence. Quiet as he may be at certain times, this man is not indifferent; he's an observer. He considers observation as a means of learning and appreciates the sheer volume of knowledge that can be gleaned from the study of behaviors, facial expressions, and other body language cues. Furthermore, a comfortable silence may be the strongest indicator of the powerful connection between two people. That's how he knew there was truly something special between you and him.

HOWEVER. The previous point doesn't right away mean that he despises talking. Sure, he's not one for an idle chit-chat, but I feel like it’s a very frequent idea that he’s the brooding and sullen type who prefers grunting over speaking, kinda like Daryl Dixon (that's a huge compliment to Simon). I’d say, Simon is somewhere in between—more of a ‘I speak only when I want to/have something really meaningful to say’. If he's got something on his mind, he'll let you know. And, surprisingly, he has a way with words like the smoothest motherfucker ever.

Not surprisingly, he's a bit of a softie when it comes to animals, especially dogs. Not one to baby-talk when he sees a dog, he merely offers gentle pats on its head or side (if he's more familiar with the dog, I see him petting it like dads do lol). He’s also very careful about the animals and makes sure not to touch one without asking the owner first. As for service dogs, he's especially careful, keeping a safe distance and showing due respect for their role.

You know you're gonna have a K9 at your home when you get with this man.

He's not a fan of surprises or gifts, because he wasn't raised in a family full of hugs and "I love you's" or selfless acts of affection. He struggles to convey his gratitude in the conventional manner, so it's often expressed, albeit indirectly, through acts of service. No matter what it is that you've gifted him, he's grateful for the thought and consideration all the same.

But you better believe he will surprise you in turn. He goes out of his way to procure anything and everything you so much as mention wanting, be it a trivial trinket or something more significant. He's always listening, always paying attention.

Not very into verbal compliments, but his eyes speak an entire novel about how he feels about you. Gentle glances, lingering stares, and silent admiration. He might not be overtly forthcoming with his praise, but one look is worth more than a thousand words.

Big spoon. He's a tad bit paranoid about having his back vulnerable—much like a cat and its exposed belly. It has nothing to do with trust—as he does trust you. It's merely a product of his inner paranoia, though there's a touch of protectiveness in there, too. Beacuse he'd much rather have you enveloped in his arms, ensuring him the sensation of protecting you with his whole body. Perhaps with time he would let you spoon him, but I wouldn't count on it early on in the relationship.

He's territorial, not in a jealous, envious, or controlling sense but rather in a protective and defensive manner. He doesn't like men or women making advances on you, especially unsolicited physical contact or overt flirting. While he won't try to be overbearing or overly assertive, he will make it abundantly clear that such behavior is uncalled for and unacceptable.

civilian!reader - get ready for some self-defense lessons. He'll ensure that you know basic moves that can give you the time to escape a dangerous situation. Simon is well-versed in the brutality of the world, and he won't sugarcoat anything. If you're in danger, you run; if you feel something's wrong, you run. He can't always be there to protect you. So he's drilled this mantra into your brain: no matter how strong, tough, skilled you think you are, you simply can't trust that your enemy won't wield a knife or gun.

But one of the very first things he's given you even before you two became a couple was a can of pepper spray.

He's a direct, straight to the point man, which is why he has no time for beating around the bush. There's no awkward tip-toeing with hints that may go unexplored, no subtle suggestions that may fall flat—he's all in. Whether it's on a mission, in bed, or an argument, Simon lays it all on the line because you're worth it. He will commit to you wholeheartedly, leaving nothing on the table, giving you everything he has to offer because you deserve nothing less.

You fell first, but he fell harder—this man adores you. Although he's not mushy, he won't shower you with affection and cute nicknames all the time, he loves you. And when Simon Riley loves someone, you can be damn sure he means it. His loyalty knows no limits and once he's attached to you, he'll never let go. He'll go through and beyond any lengths to make sure you're happy and safe.

Though he might not openly admit it, he likes it when you take the initiative, whether it's in bed, in your relationship, or just life in general. He values your opinions and respects and acknowledges your boundaries, and makes sure to let his own boundaries and needs be known as well. So, step up and make yourself heard, cause he will listen.

He values honesty highly and has a razor-sharp bullshit detector. Can smell bullshit from miles away, actually. Therefore, never, ever lie to him. Because he will uncover the truth, one way or another. Lies are the one thing that can shatter his trust beyond repair, making it a cardinal sin in his eyes. So, don't shy away from telling him the truth—no matter how difficult or inconvenient or painful it may be.

Now it gets a bit complicated here, because while he expects honesty from his s/o, Simon himself holds back some things. These are largely related to his past or the missions he has been on, the things he has seen. He doesn't want to lie to you, but he does it to protect himself and you. You just have to accept the fact that there are certain things he won't ever tell you.

Is capable of being absolutely terrifying without even trying, let alone when he wants to be. His height, muscles, and scars are a force to be reckoned with. So you don't have to be worried about going on a walk with him in the middle of the night or wearing something a bit more revealing, cause he will beat the living shit out of anyone who dares to touch you.

Absolutely no one can defeat him in arm wrestling or even come close to his grip strength.

Very awkward around babies, and I mean extremely awkward. Like Jane Smith holding a baby in Mr&Mrs Smith. He doesn't know a flying shit about caring for children, especially since he didn't have a positive parental influence growing up or any good role models. The subject of starting a family is still a bit sore; though he would likely grow more open to discussing it as time goes on. Still, a major aspect of his psyche seems terrified of becoming like his father.

Would die a thousand deaths for you.

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Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Six months after being released from prison and cleared of murder charges, you and Arthur are finally getting married. All you have to do now is hope for the wedding day to be spared from some Shelby chaos. Featuring John Shelby x Reader.

Words: 6k

TW: tooth-rotting fluff, light angst, allusions to smut, one ruined wedding cake, Tommy not being a dick for once, otherwise it's a well-deserved soft chapter to start this new act. Let's not break your heart too soon.

Notes:

✞ This chapter is the beginning of Act II of Heaven in Your Eyes. The timeline is S4.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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The beating in your heart was so erratic, so fierce, that its constant drumming echoed in your skull and ears as painfully as if someone was smashing your brain with a hammer. You clenched your jaws at the painful bite of the rope the police officer behind you had placed around your neck. The way the noose compressed your windpipe, already giving you a foretaste of what was awaiting you, made the act of breathing laborious. Sucking on a sharp breath, your throat whistled like a dying bird. Down below I go, you thought while nervously playing with the wedding ring Arthur gifted you weeks ago. He had barely made his proposal when policemen snatched you from him and threw you both in jail. With your back straight and your crystal eyes glaring at the officers who were present in this slaughter room, you managed to keep your dignity. They might hang you, but they would not see you cry. In fact, if you went down they would have to watch you, so that your piercing irises would haunt them until, one day, Death would come for them too.

I love you Arthur.

I love you Dad and Mom.

I love you little sister.

I’m so sorry I’ve failed you.

Could you ever forgive me?

Your teeth dug into the flesh of your inner cheek as seconds flew, each bringing you closer to your inevitable end.

“WAIT!!! PLEASE WAIT! ”

A far cry in the distance. Were you dreaming? Or were demons already afraid of you down in Hell?

Officer Kat Wilson’s heart missed a beat when the familiar voice boomed in the warehouse, as loud as a foghorn. The blonde policewoman turned around, eyes filled with hope as she saw the silhouette of Sergeant Moss bathed in the blinding outside light that had rushed into the place when he had opened the warehouse’s heavy doors, “Do not kill her! We’ve just received a new order from the Crown: Heaven Lavey and Polly Gray are proven innocent of the crimes they had been accused of.” He said, forehead glistening with sweat. He had probably run as fast as possible to deliver the news quickly. Kat Wilson felt all of her muscles relax at such an unhoped-for plot twist.

“Take the noose off her neck now.” She ordered, trying his best to sound strict despite Moss standing right here, running out of breath.

Innocent? Take the noose? Sentences were melting in an intelligible treacle because of the emotional roller coaster you were undergoing, hence you only caught a few words. When your mind finally made sense of what was happening, a long sigh came out of your quivering lips. Then, the policeman behind you set your throat free. You blinked several times and looked at Officer Wilson, who replied to your confused gaze with a faint, supportive smile illuminating her usually oh-so-severe traits. Then, she proceeded to free you from the handcuffs that were sinking into the frail flesh of your wrists. As she did, Kat brought her lips near your ear and whispered so only you could hear, “Arthur’s safe. The warrant includes the Shelby family too. I’m sorry for the mess, doll. ”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and glanced at the woman, trying not to let too many emotions show. Not that you wanted to play the tough girl, but you were so overwhelmed by your feelings that you were not even able to let out anything except confusion. It was all… Too much. “You knew they were going to release us.” You stated with a quiet but still slightly shaky voice as the revelation struck you.

“Let’s say I hoped they’d interrupt your death sentence in time.” Her soft yet hoarse voice replied, highlighted with a cunning little something.

Kat Wilson gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before leading you outside the sinister warehouse, unwilling to provide you with further details. And somehow, you did not bother to ask. The only thing you wished for was to run away from this killing floor. Thus you walked bare feet on the gravel ground, the peaky sensation of the tiny stones against your flesh keeping you grounded to reality, andyou stopped in the middle of the yard. There, you threw your head back and closed your eyes, relishing the soft caress of the wind on your face. You breathed a sigh of relief, for the clouds above you had shifted from the sun, whose rays were warming up your frozen skin.

You were alive.

“Heaven!” A woman voice called you.

You reopened your eyes and looked around you, “Oh my God, Polly!” You suddenly exclaimed when you recognized her. Seeing Aunt Polly running to you and almost tackling you in a desperate hug was all it took for your emotions to finally flood you. Tears dawned at the corner of your eyes as you pulled her into a deeper embrace. Polly sobbed in your arms, her body quivering because of her cries.

“I saw them Heaven! I saw the spirits. Oh bloody hell, the spirits…”

“I know Pol,” You tried to comfort her the best you could, your grip tightening around the poor woman in the hope of helping her calm her panic attack. Still, you knew she was shaken to the core by her freshly canceled rendezvous with Mr. Death, “Everything’s fine,” You whispered, and let one of your hands lose itself in her short dark hair, “I hear them too.” You admitted. Polly gradually grew quieter in your arms, running out of tears. Nevertheless, you did not let her go. What you did, though, was to silently thank the policewoman with your gaze, your irises sparkling with genuine gratitude. No matter her role in all this mess, you knew Kat Wilson contributed to setting you free.

You were alive.

Alive, for sure, and indescribably furious.

1925 - Six Months Later

You had been absentmindedly looking at your reflection in the mirror for long minutes when someone knocked at the door and snatched you from your contemplative state. A growl escaped from your lips for you had let everyone know you did not want to be bothered— truth be told, you needed a bit of time alone with you to soothe your anxiety. However, the uninvited guest came in before you allowed him to do so.

“True gentlemen wait to be invited before entering a room, you know? Especially when a lady is in it. ” You said with a faint smirk on your plump and glossy lips as you recognized the guest by the sole fragrances of his cologne.

“A part of me hoped to see you undressed, that’s why I didn’t, little Angel.” The masculine voice answered, its tone filled with tease. You snorted at such a stupid answer, kinda expecting it, and rolled your eyes in amusement.

“Idiot.” You simply retorted, glancing at him through the mirror you were still facing.

“Idiot? That’s it? I’m used to better roast from ya, eh!” John exclaimed, surprised by your lack of wit. He wanted to tease you again you but your sudden silence kept him from doing so. Something was off. Worried, the young Shelby brother frowned a little bit and walked to you, not minding your desire of being alone. You jumped slightly at the sensation of his two large and warm hands squeezing your upper arms, “Oi, Angel.” He gently called, the tenderness in his voice wrapping you in a comforting haze, “Tell me what’s wrong please…”

For sure John Shelby had a soft spot for you since the day Arthur introduced you to the family. No one had ever doubted it. Without the slightest explanation nor apparent reasons, you both immediately grew fond of each other from the moment your eyes met. In truth, your relationship with the Shelby family had been quite tricky for months following the first meeting. Most of them didn’t want you to be a part of the clan, partly due to the witch rumors around you and Arthur’s obsessive love. It was only now, a solid year and one murder later, that everything had started to flow more smoothly with them. Even Esme, who had been terrified of you and would usually avoid you at all costs, had learned to live with your presence in the family. According to Polly, you had deserved your place among them more than any other women the boys brought home. The only threat to this harmony had been and still was Thomas Shelby himself. The mutual resentment you shared for each other was rooted in deep and far too complicated reasons, the most recent one was him selling you to the police for murder charges. However, you came to terms with the idea of maintaining a mutual hatred as long as he did not step between Arthur and you ever again.

So, apart from Tommy and Esme, you were now getting along with everyone. But with John… With John, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced, apart from Arthur. Whenever your man wasn’t there, John would do everything that was in his power to keep you company and bring a smile to your face. Not only he loved to visit you and spent his free time with you, but he truly cared for your well-being. Sometimes he would make a surprise visit to your house. In fact, he would stand there on your porch with the most adorable smile you had ever seen etched on his lips, a basket filled with food in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other. When Arthur and you decided to leave Birmingham, your heart ached at the thought of moving away from John. Following your departure, rumors said John’s eternal smile had not be seen for weeks. However, once you had well adjusted to your new routine, even distance could not shake your unique bond: John never ceased to visit you when he could.

“What’s the matter, little angel?” He inquired, genuinely concerned by your silence and the melancholic gleam in your aquamarine eyes.

“I’m scared John. I’m fucking scared.” You finally admitted, closing your eyelids a few seconds to take a slow inhale. The weight in your chest had vanished from the moment words left your mouth. At such a surprising answer, the young gangster’s grip tightened on your arms and he gently forced you to turn around to face him. Still, you avoided his gaze, fearing judgment.

“It’s your wedding day, Heaven. What are you scared of?” He carefully asked, taking care not to make you think he was mocking or judging you.

“I’m scared because now I’ve got something to lose,” You fell silent for a tiny while, fighting again the desire to remain silent, but you knew you could open up to him, “I have a magnificent house in the forest cradled by the sweet chant of a peaceful stream. I have the loveliest man I could have dreamt of by my side, who loves me to the moon and back. God, I even got a dog!” Another brief pause you took to avoid crying, “And one day there will be one or two kids…” John listened to you carefully, still wondering what the problem was, “If I'm being honest, I’ve never thought I would be allowed to be this happy. At one point in my life, I got used to the idea of dying alone, hunted down by bad memories, and drown by guilt. But, look at me now. Look how far I’ve come… That’s why I’m scared of losing it all. Fuck, John — I’ll die without him.”

To your greatest surprise, the young gangster replied to your lament with soft chuckles, “Heaven. I don’t know what it is between Arthur and you, but I’ve never seen a love fiercer than the one you share. Bloody Hell, you’re so addicted to each other it’s even a bit scary sometimes, not gonna lie eh,” His fingers trapped your chin in one soft movement and, with indescribable tenderness, he raised your head so that he could observe each trait of your angelic face, “Having something to lose makes you cherish what you have even more. Plus it doesn’t mean you’re gonna lose it. “ The corner of his charming lips curled in a sweet smile, “Moreover, there’s more chance for Tommy to like you than for Arthur to leave your side. He’s not gonna let you go… To my greatest sadness.” John winked at you and, despite everything, his last flirty comment managed to make you laugh. Sometimes, you didn’t know how he always succeeded in cheering you up but still he did, “Listen, I knew you’d be a bit nervous for your wedding day, so I got you a little surprise.”

“A surprise?” You asked, curious, wiping away the tiny tears that had formed in the corner of your eyes while being careful not to ruin the stunning siren-eyes makeup Ada did. It would be a shame to have more mascara on your cheek than on your eyelashes the day of your wedding. John walked to the door and put his large hand on the knob, looking at you to maintain a small suspense “I know he’s not supposed to see you before the ceremony but he would not stop crying without you so…” He was about to open the door when he stopped mid-action, “Oh and I’m not talking about Arthur by the way. Even though I’m pretty sure he’s also doing that.”

“Fuck off, John boy.” You poked your tongue out, feeling cheerful and far less anxious thanks to him. He grinned in reply and finally opened the door.

“Oh! This is... So cuuuuute!” You almost squealed, for you were welcomed by the sight of Kaiser, the huge Cane Corso Arthur’s had brought home one night, sitting in front of the door with his mouth open in a big smile and with his drooling tongue hanging, “Come here big boy!” You called him, kneeling on the floor without minding your wedding dress now that your fur baby was here. Kaiser did not need to be asked twice: he walked to you and put his huge head between your frail hands to get his scratches, looking at you with so much love in his hazel eyes you could not resist smooching his wet snout “I can’t believe you’ve put a bow tie to my dog!” You laughed, “Look at this distinguished gentleman... He’s gonna steal all the women!” The massive beast barked loudly as to agree with you. You delicately wrapped your arms around his muscular frame to hug him, the sensation of his fur against your face erasing the last bits of anxiety left in you “Oh you’re the most handsome man of the whole family, baby Kaiser... Yes, you are. ”

His tail wagged. Of course, he was!

“Couldn’t participate in the wedding if he wasn’t all fancy, eh. I've also put a fake mustache on his snout but he ate it so I gave up on the idea,” He shrugged, “I thought it would make you laugh and help you relax.”

“Thank you, John! Thank you so much, you’re lovely I swear.” You said, looking at him with your gaze filled with genuine affection all the while cuddling with Kaiser, who seemed to be in paradise judging by his blissfully happy face.

“So — are you ready?” John finally asked.

“Yes, I am.” You replied, then stood up and took a quick look at your reflection in the mirror to fix your long white mane, which had been styled in wavy and adorned with a few diamonds from there and then, giving your hair an otherworldly shine. As you focused on your hairstyle, John rearranged your dress. At one point, he stopped what he was doing to look at you with a dreamy expression.

“You’re stunning, little angel. Fuckin’ bewitching.” He whispered before shaking his head, “Let’s find your man now, eh. Alright?” You nodded, the butterflies in your stomach flying at the sole mention of Arthur.

“I’m ready but before we go can I ask you a favor, John?”

“Anything.”

“You know, I’d have loved my family to be here. Mom would have been prolly crying during the whole wedding in Dad’s arms while my little sister would have thrown white petals at everyone’s face for fun…” You let out a charming but oh-so-sad chuckle “But no matter how fiercely I’ve prayed for it I know they won’t be there. So I’ve got two choices left: either I walk alone to my husband or I ask someone to accompany me.” You had barely finished your sentence when the celeste blue of your eyes dived into the sky blue of his, “I’d like you to escort me down the aisle, John.”

He remained silent, stricken by surprise at such a touching demand. He had not been expecting it. Words were at loss, however, they were not necessary for you to understand his answer: as the sun rays crossed through the windows and enlightened John’s face, you could see the precious shine of one sole crystal tear running down his cheek.

The powerful sound of the organ resonated in the whole church, the vibrations of its melody resounding in Arthur’s chest and making him tremble from within. He was standing in front of the altar with his manly hands interlocked in front of him. For the occasion, he had bought the most elegant and expensive tailored three-piece suit he had ever owned: he was dressed in all black, except for the white shirt he was wearing under. Moreover, Tommy had put some traditional white flowers in the pocket of his vest, while Polly had slipped an emerald pillar pendant around his neck and hid it under his shirt before he entered the church— a marriage blessing, from what he had understood from Polly’s emotional speech. The woman was so proud of her older nephew she could not help but already weep with joy. Arthur nervously glanced at his brother who was standing by his side, slightly in front of him at his best man’s place. Then, his steel-blue eyes shifted from Tommy and searched for his Aunt, who sat a bit further in the audience beside Ada and Finn. To be honest, Arthur’s anxiety kicked in. The more the second passed, the more the unpleasant impression his heart was about to burst from his chest was overwhelming. Nervously spinning one of his silver rings, he tried to control his nerves the best he could but it was harder than he thought: a part of him, admittedly irrational, was terrified by the possibility of you not showing up.

What if you’ve changed your mind? What if you’ve come to the conclusion you did not want him? What if your wedding did not work out, just like his first one? Maybe the problem hadn’t been Linda but him?

As was always the case when he was panicking, his self-whipping thoughts banged together in his skull like a hive of furious buzzing hornets. Nevertheless, Arthur knew, deep down, that you were soul mates and that there was no actual reason for you to flee. What really helped him to calm down though was taking a deep inhale and focusing on the hundred of candles’ flames that were illuminating the room with tiny dancing flames. A comforting wave of warmth almost immediately wrapped his heart as he did, for this church was the place in which you met for the very first time. He still clearly remembers the fire that had lit in his dying soul at the way your fingers grazed him when you had cleaned the blood off his face with a torn piece of your own dress. Not only had you purified his soiled skin, but then you had allowed him to put his head on your thighs and proceeded to pet his hair all the while lulling his demons to sleep with that enchanting voice of yours. From that night, Arthur made a promise to Almighty God, who had been kind enough to answer his prayers and sent him his most precious Angel. And that promise was that he would marry you in this same place to show God how well he would treat you and how happy you would be with him.

The organ roared louder in the church all of a sudden, causing him to refocus.

You were coming.

The gangster straightened his back, quickly slicked his hair back one last time to look perfect for you, and then stared at the church’s heavy wooden doors with both anxiety and anticipation in his eyes. His blood boiled with impatience, for you had been separated for too long because of the traditional “don’t see the bride before the ceremony” the Shelby women — and John — had insisted to establish. That being said, it had been torture for Arthur, who was aching so much from your absence that he felt almost as bad as when he went through rehab. Hands shaking, cold sweat running down his back, breath hitching, Arthur could definitely not live without you by his side. — you were the most exquisite drug ever created, against which even opium could not even compete.

The doors opened and panic rushed even more brutally into his being. At first, he thought he was about to die from a heart attack, but then, all these negative feelings vanished in dust when his piercing blue irises met your tantalizing silhouette. When you erupted from the almost supernatural light that was surrounding you, Arthur widened his eyes and stopped breathing. Here you were, your seductive body adorned with a graceful Greek goddess-inspired dress whose cut let the pale flesh of your back for the world to see while also forming a graceful and long wedding cape that was cascading down your shoulders. The whiteness of your outfit, equaling the wonderful snow-like color of your hair, was enhanced with gold jewels: armbands and a choker. One look at you was all it took for Arthur to feel the stinging of uncontrollable tears dawning in his eyes, for a tsunami of emotions had crashed in his soul at such a holy sight. As you walked to the altar at John’s arm, the wind blew in the church and made your cape dance behind you. For a few seconds, Arthur was convinced he saw wings in your back. Mighty feathery wings.

Divine. It was the only word that came into his mind when he watched you breaking the distance between you. And the more you approached, the more he was stunned by your ethereal beauty. So stunned he had to keep himself from falling on his knees at your feet, deeming himself unworthy of standing in front of such a pure seraph. Even Tommy, whose resentment for you was a secret to none, found himself in awe at your pulchritude. He, along with the groom, had to blink several times to make sure they were not dreaming.

Your glossy lips stretched in an enamored smile overflowing with emotions when you looked at your future husband: he was so charming in his suit that you fell in love with him for a second time. Your grip tightened around John’s arm for your heartbeat quickened until you finally rejoined Arthur. As soon as you reached him, the tall gangster took you by the hands — yours: small, delicate, and freezing. His: large, calloused, and burning. You dived into each other’s eyes, and the rest of the world disappeared.

“You’re so handsome.” You whispered, causing an adorable pink shade to blossom on your soon-to-be husband’s cheeks.

“C-Come on. Did ye see yer own reflection? Ye took me fookin breath away, Angel.” His hoarse replied.

“Arthur, we’re in a church.” You discreetly snorted.

“Oh Fook. I mean shi— Whatever.” He slightly stuttered. At this moment, it did not matter that he was a grown man in his mid-thirties: he felt like a flustered teenager in front of his first crush all over again. And to be true, so you were — to the point you both did not hear much of what the priest was saying, for you were far too hypnotized by each other’s presence as well as fighting hard against the urge of devouring each other’s lips. The only moment you both came back to your senses was when you had to pronounce your vows.

Then came the final moment.

Arthur Shelby, do you take Heaven Lavey to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?

I do. He answered with haste. You trapped your lower lip between your teeth, gathering all your strength to hold your emotions, but the crystal tears in your aquamarine eyes betrayed you.

Arthur Shelby, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

The caress of your fingers along with the cold sensation of the golden ring on his skin sent shivers down his spine. Observing you as you sealed your love by slipping the ring around his finger, Arthur’s smile grew a bit larger and made his teary eyes squint, digging adorable crowfeet at their corners.

You can kiss the bride.

The priest’s last words brought him back to life — that’s what he had been waiting for what seemed to be an eternity. Unable to wait any longer, the gangster brought one hand to your cheek and broke the excruciating distance between your lips until they crashed together under a thunder of applause. The feathery caress of his moustache on your skin mixed with the sensation of his eager mouth warmed you all over. Arthur deepened the kiss by parting his lips slightly so that his tongue could find its way to yours and give it a gentle stroke. But while hungry, the press of his mouth remained chaste. Carried away by his softness, you felt your body flickering in his arms, as fragile as the church’s candle flames.

You were his, he told it to himself. And he was yours. All yours until death tears you apart.

No, fuck that Reaper cunt he thought, even Death would not keep him apart from you.

The hundreds of candles and lanterns that were scattered through all Arrow House’s garden enlightened the night with their warm hue. Shortly before the wedding, the Shelby family suggested hosting the party in Tommy’s Mansion rather than in your place for practical matters. By celebrating your marriage in Arrow House, all the family and, by extension, friends, could reunite together without having to drive for miles. Moreover, the mansion was far bigger than your and Arthur’s house, which made the place far more convenient for partying. For the event, all of Arrow House and its gargantuan garden had been decorated with lights, candles of every kind, white drapes, and flower wreaths that gave the place a supernatural atmosphere. The cheerful cacophony of chatter and music hovered above the garden as the guests were indulging themselves with food, alcohol, and innocent fun. Even Officer Kat Wilson, who had been invited following her implication in your release from prison, spent the whole night partying with the Shelby family. Surprisingly enough, no one dared to disrupt the celebration with illegal activities. Just a few bets here and there. The only incident to declare had been the moment when Arthur, faithful to himself, almost smashed someone’s head in the wedding cake —he got angry when one of the guests looked at your cleavage—. However, if Arthur failed with ruining the cake it had not been Kaiser’s case, who ate half of it by himself.

“Where are Arthur and Heaven? Can’t believe the bride and the groom had disappeared!” Polly asked Tommy and Ada, visibly unhappy. The latter was a bit tipsy judging by the red shade of her cheeks and the glass of champagne in her perfectly manicured hand.

“Last time I’ve seen them they were dancing with flower crowns on their heads,” She hiccoughed, “I nearly died from laughing. Arthur. With a flower crown. It was so sweet and ridiculous!”

“That ain’t fun, Ada. I really need to find those stupid lovebirds. I swear I’m going bonkers: first Arthur’s tantrum, then Kaiser ruining the wedding cake, and now the newlyweds are late for the picture!” She complained. Overall, it had been Aunt Polly who made sure everything ran smoothly, hence her discontentment.

Tommy rolled his eyes at his sister’s inebriation, then he squeezed her shoulder with his large hand, “I think your question will find its answer really soon, Pol.” He stated with his quiet and deep voice as his turquoise eyes caught sight of your silhouette walking toward them, holding Arthur by the hand. You were both exchanging glances and light enamored laughters.

As surprising as it sounded, Thomas Shelby and you had managed to put your mutual hatred aside for the sake of the wedding. Of course, you were carefully avoiding each other the best you could, but when you were together in inevitable family moments, your exchanges remained polite.

Polly turned to you with her eyebrows furrowed and pressed her fists on her hips with an angry- mother expression when you and Arthur joined the small group.

“Ah! There you are! The photographer has been fuming for half an hour! Where have you been?” She scolded.

“We really need a map. This place is a fookin’ maze eh. We got lost.” Arthur tried to justify himself, his fingers firmly intertwined with yours, “I mean I wanted to show her the mansion but hey, I quite forgot which way to go and —“

“Arthur?” Polly cut him.

“Eh?”

“Your fly.” She simply stated. Holding much power, those two tiny words made Arthur almost jump. He let go of your hand in one vivid movement.

“OH FOOKIN HELL!” His gravel voice exclaimed when he looked down at his trousers. He quickly zipped the fly up under Ada’s hysterical laugh and Tommy’s mocking smirk. Admittedly, you could not help but giggle too for his reaction had been quite priceless. Oh Arthur, you thought. The only one who was not laughing was Polly, who looked at him with such a desperate face that you were sure she was about to facepalm herself. Or slap his face, it depended on her mood.

“Men and their cock, I swear. Look at you, idiot,” She said affectionately, “Your hair is all messed up! You’re going to look awful in your wedding pic!” She growled, grabbing her oldest nephew to rearrange both his hair and his tie.

“Don’t be mean Pol, he just needed to release the pressure.” You said, watching the scene with a faint smile on your juicy and glossy lips still swollen from Arthur’s lustful kisses, “The whole speech thing worried him.”

“Mmmpff— true.” He grunted, embarrassed.

“Yeah of course.” The beautiful Ada started before coming to you and smoothing the folds of your goddess dress with a teasing grin “What a long and difficult way to say you just wanted to give him a blowjob.” She teased.

“Piss off Ada.” You gently retorted, rolling your eyes in a fake outraged pout, “let’s take that picture before Polly strangle us all.”

“OI. Everyone fucking gather together for the picture! Bring the damn dog too!” Tommy yelled to the crowd, “John! Made them pose in front of the mansion!” Orders flew and Peaky Blinders were soon taking the crowd in charge to help the photographer take the most perfect picture he could take. When everyone was ready, he pushed the button of his camera and, in a blinding flash, captured the most beautiful moment of your whole life in a picture you would cherish like the apple of your eye.

“We… We really should … Like… At least try to get in bed.” You giggled, your cheeks still adorned with a pink blush. Admittedly, talking had become quite a challenge after the second bottle of wine.

“Not gonna lie, love, I can’t fookin’ get up for the life of me.” Arthur pulled you closer against his bare chest and slipped one hand into your messy long hair, not willing to move. The tenderness of his caresses made your whole body relax and you melted in the warmth of his freckled skin. To hell with the bed, you thought, the floor would do the trick.

When the party had come to an end, Arthur had carried you bridal-style to one of the mansion’s magnificent bedrooms, despite being completely drunk. The whole walk had been tedious with poor Arthur staggering in the stairway, but you could not have cared less — you were as wasted as he was and could not walk anymore. Maybe the alcohol contest with Kat and Uncle Charlie had not been such a great idea after all… Once you reached the bedroom, Arthur and you collapsed on the large fur rug that was on the wooden floor and clumsily took off each other’s clothes between heated kisses and steamy moans. He had impatiently waited for the wedding night, calling you “Mrs. Shelby” and “me lovely wife” all the way. That being said, a few intoxicated chuckles had embellished the symphony of your love when alcohol made one of you missed the other’s lips. No one could tell how many hours went by nor how many times you made love — Not even you. You were only coming back to your senses now that you were both snuggling naked on the floor, your legs entangled and your mind still clouded with your latest orgasm.

“I don’t want this wonderful day to end,” Arthur said, his gruff voice finally breaking the comfortable and peaceful silence that had settled in the room. A slow and long exhale escaped from your nostrils at his words before you laid lazy kisses on his chest. Your lips, still hungry for him despite your drowsiness, trailed up until they reached the golden cross pendant he was always wearing. A shiver ran down his spine when you took it between your full lips and looked up to his eyes through your Bambi lashes, “Fook — you make me so… Happy.”

“And I’ll do my best to keep you happy every day of your life.” You replied after a little while, setting the pendant free from your tantalizing mouth. “That was a pretty successful day.”

“It was, eh.” Arthur softly smiled at your words, his piercing blue eyes enjoying your mesmerizing beauty and his long fingers gently massaging your scalp, “We got a letter and a bouquet from Mrs. Solomons, y’know. She wanted to come but her husband’s back was hurting too much. ”

“Oh yes? Rosie is a sweetheart.”

“And her husband’s a cunt.” He growled, “Bloody bastard.”

“I know right? But she’s great. She’s been teaching me so many interesting things about feminism! Really made me want to attend her next meeting!”

“Women… You’re all going to overpower us one day.” Arthur said, his voice tinted with amusement. His free hand quickly grabbed the bottle of whisky that was next to him and took a mouthful of alcohol.

“It would not be a bad thing,” You pressed a kiss against his chin and he hummed in response, delighted by the way you showered him with tenderness. Arthur would have been purring under your touch if he had been able to do so. It just felt good — so good the whole world could have gone down in flames he wouldn’t mind as long as you kept pampering him like you were doing. You made him feel loved. You made him feel at peace… And God knows how much he needed that. “Especially for Michael. Have you seen his girlfriend Nora? She looked exhausted.”

“She just gave birth to her second child. Of course, she’s exhausted, love.” He said. His hand, which had been playing with your hair until then, slowly ran down your naked back.

“Hm.” That was all you replied, for you felt Michael’s girl was more than just physically exhausted. Something was definitely off in their relationship, but you did not want to mingle. “Their daughter is lovely, though.”

“She is.”

Another silence fell in the bedroom, only embellished by the relaxing cracking of the woods burning in the hearth. Both of you had closed your eyes, slowly drifting away into Morpheus’ kingdom.

“Angel?” He called you with a sleepy voice.

“Yes, Arthur?” You answered, dozing off.

“ I’d love to have kids with ye, eh. Little white-haired and blue-eyed us running barefoot in the forest… Little embodiments of our love brightening our life.” His voice was merely a whisper now for he was slowly falling asleep, “I’ve always wanted to be a dad… but thought I was too messed up for that.”

“You aren’t.” You smiled and let your fingers lazily graze his skin, your nails crossing through his chest hairs and ending their race on his heart, right where his tattoo was “I want it too Arthur. I want it too.”

Sleep made the last word of your sentence die on your lips. Now, the hullabaloo of the party was no more. All the remaining noises were the harmonious murmurs of your slow breathings and the lullaby sung by the fire, which had never been so comforting.

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ladystarksneedle · 10 months

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The eye of desire

Summary: A maid at the keep finds herself burdened by changes of green.

Warnings: mentions of period typical sexism, derogatory language and attempted assault (not Aemond)

Word count: 1.6k

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The bell in her quarters chimes incessantly waking her up from her slumber as she clamors to dress in haste. It is the hour of ghosts, she realizes as she treads towards the familiar chambers ahead fixing the kercheif over her hair as she’s let in through the doors. He sits by the fireplace in his tunic and trousers, wet and disheveled with a chalice in hand. His wet coat appears to be discarded in haste, lying unevenly on the chaise as he stares ahead acknowledging her presence with a nod. She's swift to get to work, arranging his clothes in piles to be taken away and making preparations for his bath while he sips his wine. There is an unnerving silence that clings to him, haunting her as she busies herself with her task. He sits calmly, staring ahead in satisfaction, a stark contrast to how he'd left for Storm’s end. She silences the pang of jealousy coursing through her as she leaves to organize the pails of water needed to soothe him, missing the way his fingers clench and unclench in tandem.

Ever since the death of King Viserys, the Stranger appears to have made his home in these very walls. She remembers the dreaded day very well, waking up cheerily to attend to him only to be ushered hastily to the dungeons instead, left alone and shivering for hours at the mercy of the Master of the crooked cane and his jaunts with all her questions returning unanswered. She was, however, much luckier than many of those whose company she'd shared. She'd been summoned later, around the hour of the bat, back to his chambers to assist him for the night, just as she had done many times before and dismissed soon after being told to report to him again at dawn.

She'd done so without question, dressing him for what would come to haunt her throughout the days that followed. Some of the maids she knew returned to their positions in time, after pledging their allegiance to the crown, but many did not. She wonders what became of them as well as of her own family. She remembers seeing them last on the morning of the coronation of their new king, in the dragon pit. She'd spotted them all, her brothers along with her parents huddled together before the ground shook with thunder casting them away from each other in a flurry of red. She wonders if they were hurt and nursed back to health as the water before her steams with oils of lavender, almond and wild hazel, warm enough to take away the burden of his day. He steps in promptly before leaning back to let her work her hands through his hair, untangling the knots and massaging his scalp. She feels his body relax as she works, her mind wandering to the condition she's found herself in while he hums in between making her smile ruefully in response. She wonders how his new bride would take up the mantle of care she's religiously put up for him, finally casting her aside. Perhaps then she'd be able to meet those dear to her.

She recovers from her reverie soon enough, in horror and mute delight. The mist that shrouds her prince the next morn is unpalatable and a mockery of her faith in him. The words whispered in the hallways arouse fear and disgust yet the booming voice of the King silences them all with mirth followed by reluctant applause. There's a feast to be held in his honor for blood well spilt. The thought sickens her as she works in preparation for the night to come. The keep has been decorated with banners of green and gold, with stars of the faith lining the halls highlighting the presence of the Gods among them, more ominous compared to the comfort they're there to provide. She blends in perfectly with them too, dressed in beige and green, a tribute to the change being brought about, a mute spectator to it all.

She returns to him at dusk, fiddling as she readies him again. The leather in her hands feels heavy as she fixes it in place lingering at the feel of the golden flame clasp on her fingertips. It feels cold as she lets it go before catching his eye in the mirror. He holds her gaze intuitively before dismissing her with a flick of his wrist. As the night carries on in unexpected cheers and jests she's summoned to the banquet to attend to the merriment. The maids serving them appear to be adequate in number yet she lingers on, helping them serve wine and cake. The King laughs and guzzles his drink, eyes alight as the crowd clamors for his attention flitting from one subject to the next before it lands on her. She's been warned of it and how to go about it once caught, to acknowledge and avoid lest she bear the brunt of his eagerness yet she feels her body stiffen in response. The Stranger lurks in his eyes ready to pounce as he beckons her towards him.

“Come ‘ere wench” he bellows calling her forwards “Let me look at you properly”

She sees her prince turn his head towards her as she walks with the pitcher in hand pouring fresh wine into his cup.

“What a pretty little thing you are” he murmurs running his hand along her back “A fine price to pay for the stag lost to me now, is she not brother?” he says, looking at him.

“The Baratheons will follow you, your grace” she hears the Hand respond with a shake of his head.

“Yes yes, what choice do they have? Lord Borros seems to have a clear head for matters as such. A man like him would hardly prefer to side with pups” he laughs “As strong as they might be” he says smirking as his hand travels lower. She winces in response as she stands still near him.

“Perhaps I might indulge in a little bite after all, I'm sure your bride wouldn't mind after the show you put up”

She feels him clench his jaw as he rises slowly, fingers clasped around his chalice as he stares him down.

“Careful brother we wouldn't want to spoil all the merriment”

“T’is your grace” he responds petulantly, smacking her as she flinches.

“Hmm. Perhaps your grace should let me claim my prize then, for ridding you of one pup, this feast is in my honor after all” he challenges holding his gaze.

She feels the King stare at him before letting her go as he raises his own cup to him. “Of course” he says “You're wound out tight enough, let loose tonight brother, there is more to be done on the morrow” he replies with a glint to his eyes.

She feels his fingers grab her arm hauling her towards the door as some of the drunken lords erupt in cheers, trying to hide the shame that burns through her.

She's taken to those familiar doors in haste, tugged along like a doll before he dismisses the guard at the door. The room feels warm yet she shivers running her hands over her arms.

“Sit” he commands, seating himself before the hearth. He pours her a cup of wine and she accepts it trembling as she takes a sip near him. “I will not force you” he says looking at her as she drinks.

“It is what he does with most” she whispers bravely “To the maids, I've heard them complain.”

“My brother has a taste for depravity” he says as she lets his words linger.

“What do you wish to do with me?” she asks, gazing at him in doubt.

“Whatever you'd like,” he says, eye glinting dangerously.

“And if I refuse, would things go back to the way they were”

“If that is what you want”

“It is my lot in this life”

“And here I considered your position to be a bit more accomodating” he huffs in jest.

“In what way? Many like me have had their lives upheaved by a mistake”

“You consider this to be one” he asks, raising his eyebrow.

“There is no justice in this world”

“Yet you cling in prayer to the Father”

She looks at him disbelief as he drums his fingers against the armrest. “I find he seldom listens to some of us”

“No, some of us seek it in our own way” he responds thoughtfully.

“I do not wish to be hurt”

He looks at her for a moment before tilting his head in response. “You've served me well over the years, do you think I'd demand more than what you could give”

“Would this be an extension of my duties then?”

“Yes”

“And we'd continue the way we were before, but with me being your lover” she asks blushing.

“A convenient arrangement”

She fidgets in response as he gets up, irritated by her disagreeableness. “You may leave if you wish to, I will not hold it against you”

“It doesn't bother me” she whispers coming up to stand behind him before continuing “It never has and none of it ever will”

He stares at her as he turns to face her, sensing her hesitancy. “You will have my protection. It shall be with you as long as you wish to continue”

She nods in response before reaching up to touch his face. He startles before letting her set her hand on his cheek stroking his wound. She sees him stare into her eyes, daring her as she removes his eyepatch.

“Does it still hurt?” she whispers.

He hums as he leans down to capture her lips. She tastes the sweetness of wine on his tongue as he caresses her and the bitterness of smoke that clings to him as he lights her aflame. It is the last thing she remembers before drifting off to bliss, considering her own blood well spilt.

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 10 months

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Kinktober Day 13: Size Kink- Fili

A/N: The words in Khuzdûl were found from this post. Might have to use it more often 😏

Summary: Fili never realised how much he loved being thrown around until you show him

Word Count: 3,590 words

It had been two years since your life changed forever. You had always been alone, working hard to get anything you needed and not having anyone to help you. When Gandalf found you you were literally fighting for a piece of bread, he saved you that night.

“Please just give it back! I have nothing else!” You begged with your assailant as you jumped to try to catch the bread from over their heads.

“I don’t know, maybe you need to work for it.” The disgusting man had smirked at you.

Snarling at him you kicked his shins and attempted to run away, you may not get your bread back but you wouldn’t be attacked tonight. Unfortunately the scummy man had friends.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that.” One of them said as they held you tight, no way of escape.

“Please! Let me go!” You had shouted.

That’s when Gandalf had appeared, like a guardian spirit sent to protect you.

“Do as she says and let the girl go!” Gandalfs strong booming voice frightening both you and the men.

In their shock they dropped you and you ran to stand behind Gandalfs large cloak, like a child behind a mothers apron. He took you away from that life that night and made sure to keep you safe.

Despite being a young lady, Gandalf ended up adopting you in a way. He gave you new warm clothes, at least three meals a day, safety and love. You became his apprentice and spent your time traveling with him around middle earth.

It was both a relaxing and rewarding new start. Gandalf didn’t have a home to give you but an onslaught of new friends, family and joy was more than enough compensation. You traveled with him and helped him to help others. You were never hungry or scared again.

Gandalf and you were either helping someone or being invited to either celebrate or spend time with someone, that was how you found yourself at Erebor. King Thorin himself had invited you and Gandalf to the anniversary celebration of reclaiming Erebor.

You’d heard tales of the fearsome Smaug in your old life and on your many trips to the Shire had heard the tale from Bilbo himself.

Hearing the story from Gandalf and Bilbo had you excited as Gandalfs cart reached the gates of the Lonely Mountain. Arriving you were greeted by a lovely looking female dwarf and a very important regal looking dwarf man. Getting off the cart Gandalf introduced you to these new friends.

“Y/N this is Thorin Oakenshield, king of Erebor.” Gandalf proudly introduced his friend you’d heard so much about. He smiled at you as you bowed your head in respect.

“And this is his lovely sister, Dis.” Gandalf smiled down at the dwarf woman fondly.

“It’s lovely to meet you, y/n. Now I say we get you inside, a nice bath and a meal will do you good after such a journey. You leave the cart with Gandalf, I have some clothes for you all prepared.” She told you brightly, ushering you away from the two men.

Apparently Dis wasn’t joking when she said she had clothes prepared for you. Gandalf had told her you were coming and in her excitement she had prepared many dresses, skirts, corsets and even pieces of jewellery. Your room was prepared with a very loving woman’s touch, with a warmth that could have made you cry.

Once you were bathed and dressed, Dis escorted you to the dining hall where there were other dwarf women who were just as loving and welcoming as Dis. As you ate your meal you all quickly fell into chatting; it didn’t take long before you were all talking like old friends.

The conversations and company were so calming and lovely but nothing so sweet can last forever. One of your new friends had began to ask you about your travels with Gandalf but were loudly interrupted by a crashing noise coming from the hall.

All the ladies looked at Dis and she looked up in a knowing way.

“Boys!” She called out in an authoritative tone.

Not a moment later three figures came through the doors, one of which being your good friend Bilbo. Before Dis could scould the three of them you were quick to tease Bilbo.

“Bilbo what kind of trouble are you causing now?” You tease him with a cheeky smile as you stand from your seat to walk over to him.

“Well it’s nice to see you too, Miss y/n! But for one I do not cause trouble.” You chuckle at this, “and two it was their doing.” He huffed out pointing to the two young, and you have to admit handsome, dwarves beside him.

“Y/N, I’d like to introduce my sons Kili and Fili. My two usually well behaved sons who know better than to cause trouble and bother Mr. Baggins.” She introduces, eyeing them in a both motherly and scolding way.

“We’re sorry, mother.” They both manage to say in unison.

Dis simply looks at them and points her head towards you as she sits down again.

It was the brunette Kili who first walked over to you and said a cheery and very polite hello, making you smile at his boyish charm. You bow your head and return his smile before he and Bilbo make their way to the table to join the ladies.

“I’m Fili, it’s lovely to meet you Abnâmul (beautiful).” He said charmingly looking up at you, kissing your hand.

You couldn’t help the smile and flush on your face from the attention from the young dwarf.

“Will you be at the celebration tonight?” He asked you smoothly.

“Well if you’re going to be there I might have to make an appearance, Murlarul (tiny love).” You smirk at him teasingly as your finger lightly traces over one of his beard braids as you make your way back to the table.

He can’t help but stare at you in shock and awe as he follows your movements back to the table. He tried so hard not to stare at your breasts as you had looked down at him, he also tried hard not to stare at your ass or hips as you walked back to your seat. Now you as you look to him and wink, he tries extra hard to not focus on the fact that his pants are becoming quite tight.

Fili was usually a dominant man, especially with women, but seeing you stand even just a heads height above him and hearing your teasing and slightly degrading nickname for him, he couldn’t help but want you more. As a dwarf he knew he stood shorter than man and elf but never let that make him feel any less powerful, he was strong and was not ashamed to prove it. With you for the first time however, he wanted nothing more than to be proven just how small he was.

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You weren’t sure what was louder, the sound of your heart beating or the sound of the drum. You ran around the fire dancing and laughing with these women who you’d met only hours ago. The party had been going for hours and the smile hadn’t left your face the entire time.

As you spun around everything became a dancing and joyful blur but no matter what you still managed to find the blonde hair prince in the crowd. Fili’s eyes had been on you all night and since you began dancing he hadn’t seemed to move a muscle, just watching you.

Since the moment he saw you at the celebration he couldn’t take his eyes off you, during Thorins speech, while you drank, while you ate, while you laughed. Kili had given up any chance of talking to his brother, seeing him continue to be distracted by you.

Fili managed to move around the party and fake conversation and interest well enough but as he saw you take your shoes off and the song start to speed up there was nothing he could do but watch. The smile on your face was enchanting and the way your body moved and bounded around the fire was hypnotic.

The more you danced the worse it became. Your hair becoming looser in your braids, your breasts seeming to come further and further up your dress and the flush growing on your face and descending down your chest. His pants also became tighter and tighter as you danced faster and faster. He wished for the song to never end, but he also wished it would stop immediately. Fili felt trapped and needed you to come to him.

He thought about you walking over to him so much that when the song finally ended and you did begin to walk to him, he thought you’d heard his loud and demanding mind begging and pleading for you.

Your whole body was flushed, sweat stuck your hair to your forehead and your breath was heavy and laboured. If you weren’t so high on adrenaline and buzzed from the ale running through your system you might have complained about your sore feet. Your body felt alight and much like Fili, your mind couldn’t help but stay on him too.

Once the song had ended you made your way over to where he sat on a bench near the fire, eyes never leaving his and making sure to sway your hips a bit more as you walked. You could see how your dancing affected him and you wanted to tease him even more, have him pulsating with need for you.

He saw you walking towards him, like some kind of magical being. He couldn’t tear his eyes away and when you bit your lip he almost let out a small growl. In that moment he had no shame as his eyes rolled over your form, he was so desperate for you.

Sitting beside him finally, you were still catching your breath as both your eyes continued to stay locked.

“Did you like my dancing, Murlarul (tiny love).” You whisper in his ear as your hand began to caress his thigh.

Having to dip your head slightly to meet his ear, your breasts were just under his chin.

“Yes.” Was all he could stutter out as his eyes closed.

You could hear him whimper as your hand lightly sat on his now very hard cock.

“Seems like you liked my dancing a lot, Murlarul (tiny love). Maybe you can show me how grateful you are for my performance.” You continue to whisper in his ear, now giving him a kiss and a light nip on his neck.

Hearing him moan out at your action, you giggle and stand, offering him your hand as you lead him away from the party and back into the castle. You all but dragged him through the halls as you raced to your room.

Fili loved how you pulled him through the palace, a place he was one day going to rule, but right now he felt nothing like a king. He was your servant and he’d follow you no matter where you lead him to.

Once in your room you quickly closed the door and held him against it, his legs dangling as you held him under his arms to be eye level with you. He didn’t think he could get much harder but the way you were able to lift him, a fully grown dwarf man, as if he was nothing was the hottest thing he’s ever experienced. As you push your body further against him he lets out another moan.

“Mhmmm, you like it when I man handle you, don’t you, Ruydayud (tiny heir)? You want me to be rough with you?” You ask him growling as your hands move from under arms to his thighs, wrapping his legs around your waist, his hands falling to your shoulders.

Now feeling his hard cock pressing against your warm core you moan and let your head fall back as your lip makes its way between your teeth.

“Feels like you love when I’m rough with you.” You chuckle as you begin to grind your pussy into him.

Moaning out, Filis hands reach behind your neck as he buries his face into your shoulder, grind backing into you as he takes in your scent and your skin against his face.

“You want me to fuck you, Murlarul (tiny love)? Want to know how good my pussy feels around you? I bet you wonder how my zanag (breast) feel, how they taste. You haven’t been able to keep your eyes off them and my Kitinirakbeshêk (hips) all night.” You tease him as you push him further up the door, pushing yourself further against him.

He moans out at your words, loving the way you tease him in his own tongue.

“Please, Gamzûna (fierce woman), I need you. You’re so powerful and I need you to use me for your pleasure.” He pleads pathetically, his previous image of a prince, a king or a warrior stripped away.

“Aaaww, Murlarul (tiny love), tonight you’re going to be my little servant and I’ll be your Zabdûna (queen). I’ll take the pleasure from you that I want and you will gladly give it.” You smile at him as you carry him to the bed, laying him down as you straddle his hips.

“Do you want me to use you, Murlarul (tiny love)? Be rough with you? You wanna be a good little servant for me?” You ask him roughly, grinding your clit onto his harden cock.

“Yes! Please, my Zabdûna (queen)! All I want to do is serve you! Please use me! I don’t deserve you, my Zabdûna (queen).” He begs you pathetically, trying so hard to be good and not grind into your movements.

“Good boy.” You growl out as your hand reaches behind his head, grabbing a handful of hair to shove his head back.

His moans from your roughness are quickly stopped as you press a heated kiss to his mouth. Holding him still by the strong grip you have on his hair, your kiss is rough and heated, filled with passion and power.

Breaking the kiss you pull back from Fili, causing him to whine and reach out for you.

“So you don’t want to see me naked then?” You tease, leaning back only so you could start to unlace your corset.

“I’m sorry, my Zabdûna (queen).” He apologises breathless and returning to his trance state from before.

Once again he watches you in fascination as each layer of your clothes is removed. He wants to be good for you, so he just sits there and admires the wonderful view above him. Before long you’re completely naked in front of him and he can’t help but let out a slow moan as his eyes roam over your gorgeous body.

Sitting on top of the future king of Erebor completely naked, you can’t help but admire the beautiful dazed look in his eye. Smiling you begin to make your way down his body, lightly kissing as you went. Once you’re completely off and at his feet, you pull him by his ankles.

Fili gasps out and his eyes bulge at your roughness. Spreading your knees apart you position yourself between his legs, one knee having his boot on your thigh and the other is pressing into his cock, causing him to gasp and moan.

“Now it’s your turn, Murlarul (tiny love). Get you out of your clothes so I can use you, let you fill me up with your cock.” You tell him, roughly moving onto the next shoe.

Gentleness is completely out the window as you remove the rest of his clothes, shoving, pushing and even slapping hands away while you man handle the clothes off of him. The more you shove and push the louder his moans and groans become, loving your comparatively larger form.

Once he’s completely naked before you you return to the space on his lap, lazily rubbing his cock. Though the movements are slow and gentle it still causes him to shake, gasp and moan out.

“I’m gonna use you, my Murlarul (tiny love). I’m gonna ride your cock and you’re gonna take it like the good little servant you are for your Zabdûna (queen). I want to hear how much you love it and how much you need me to play with you. No one can make you feel as good as I can and you’ll love every second of being my little servant.” You taunt him, your hand move faster as your words rile him up even more.

“Tell me how weak you are, Fili, tell me how much you need me to pleasure you because you can’t even do it right.” You smile devilishly down at him before leaning down right next to his ear.

“You like being hurt and tormented by me, don’t you? Future king of Erebor and he falls apart under the rough touch of a human woman.” You chuckle in his ear as nip at his neck.

“Yes, yes! I’m weak, I need your help! Please I need you to fuck my cock! I want you to hurt me and ruin me, my Zabdûna (queen)! Please!” He cries out, tears now coming into his eyes.

“Fuck, you’re pretty when you beg like that.” You taunt him as you slam down onto his cock without warning.

Fili made the loudest shouting moan he has ever made. Head shooting back as he mutters and gasps ‘thank you’, ‘oh fuck’ and ‘by mahal’. Smirking down on him you quickly raise and lower your hips onto him.

“Oh fuck! You fill me up so good, Murlarul (tiny love)! Fuck, you were just made for me to use!” You loudly moan, both hands on his chest now as you grind into him harder and faster.

“Please! Please, my Zabdûna (queen)! Let me touch you, please! I know I am servant not worthy of your touch but I’m begging you!” The handsome dwarf below you screamed out.

Smirking down at him once again, one hand stays on his chest as the other strokes over his cheek, causing his eyes to flutter closed and his breath to catch.

Instead of answering him, you roughly grab onto his wrists, shoving his hands to your hips. Holding his wrists hard, you keep them there as you continue to bounce on his cock.

Fili can’t seem to decide whether to keep his eyes on your gorgeous form or to shut them closed in pleasure. The way your tight walls are squeezing his pleasure out of him, he can’t seem to keep still, unsure how to react to pleasure so great.

His cock filled you perfectly and managed to hit that spot inside you that had you moaning out. It didn’t take much longer before you could feel your release coming on.

“Keep your hands there.” You simply order as your hands move away from his and quickly move to his chest.

Changing your angle you grind down on him harder, chasing your release. You could feel it was so close but you needed a little more.

Taking one of his hands from your hips you took his thumb and put it into his mouth, sucking it seductively, looking deeply into his eyes. Taking it out of your mouth and putting it on your clit, Fili quickly caught on.

“I’m close Murlarul (tiny love), just keep rubbing me like that! Yeesss! Such a good boy!”

It only took a few more moments before that tension inside you snapped and your head flew back, a loud scream leaving your body. As your eyes began to opening again they fell onto the gorgeous prince below you.

Craving the feeling that came with overstimulation and wanting the handsome man below you to cum too, you looked deep into the princes eyes as your hands returned to his chest. Loving the the way his cock moulded your pleasure with your pain as you fought through the stimulation.

“You gonna cum for me too, my good boy?” You ask him, now a little out of breath and a little kinder.

“Y-aah-yes pl-please!” He managed to stutter out, holding onto your hips tightly.

You continue to bounce on him again, speeding up as you can see the pleasure riding in his face. The way your pussy clenched around him, still so sensitive from the previous orgasm, was so perfect around his cock.

It didn’t take long before the prince below you was shouting out his release. His head thrown back and his grip on your hips becoming bruising.

‘Thank you, thank you, thank you’ was all he could mutter as your actions slowed, helping him ride out his release. Once your actions finally stopped, you leaned down, giving him a sweet and gentle kiss on his lips.

Rolling off of him, you both slightly wince as his cock leaves you. Laying beside him you make quick work of pulling him into your arms and holding him. One hand around his waist, while the other rested on his upper thigh, that leg now coming up over your thigh.

“You are one amazing woman.” He lightly pants out, his head resting peacefully on your warm breast.

“And you are a stunning man.” You compliment back with a lightly chuckle, looking down to smile at the man in your arms, kissing his sweet lips gently.

#Fili #Fili x reader #Fili imagine #the hobbit #the hobbit imagine

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 21 days

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Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 4

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Summary: You and Messmer come to some sort of agreement.

A/N: This is a shorter chapter, but I promise to provide something juicy for the next one!

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Chapter 4: An Accord

When you're dressed in a cleaner pair of knight's trousers, boots and shirt, you are directed back to the room you dreaded returning to. Messmer's throne room was just as dimly lit as when you first entered, with the Lord awaiting you like an emperor on his throne.

He was regal and poised, wracking his sharp nails against the armrest as if awaiting your arrival. The other was curled around his spear, an intimidating sight to behold. Once you had been deposited in front of him, his fire knights bowed in respect, taking their spots positioned in areas around the room, eyes directed only on you.

"Tarnished," he announced, his voice booming through the empty hall with the exceptionalism of someone like him, "thou art not much of a beast after all."

He was discussing the matters of being cleaned up, both through your wounds and through being cleaned. Though, if being kept alive was not seen as a sign of mercy from him, there had to be some ulterior motives.

"Yes, nothing screams relaxation than being drowned in a bath with nowhere to hide." You spoke comically, but Messmer found no amusement in your words. He hadn't since you arrived. You did wonder if he had made friendships in his years, through his soldiers, or did they find him to be some enigma.

You filled the silence with a question. "Now that you so kindly mended me and had me bathed, am I to be on my way?"

Messmer's eye squinted subtly, tapping his fingers impatiently like a cat would swish its tail. You were slowly ebbing your way through to irritating him more and more. "And wherefore doth thee think I wouldst?"

Nerves bubble to your throat, as you're ready to throw up or wish upon his flames to take you out now. "I told you of Miquella's plans. That would make me not your enemy nor your ally." You spoke incredulously. "I am not wanting any part of this, on either side. I am simply telling you the truth so I may leave."

"So thee may betray another?"

"So I may survive." You corrected. Messmer didn't seem convinced. "Do you know how exhausting it is to fight against your family? Your siblings betray and scheme, your mother is imprisoned by some greater will none could even open, and yet, I am in the midst of it all."

He doesn't speak, simply surveying you as do his serpents, all eyes that seem to read right through you, reading whether you speak the truth or not. Truth be told, you do not know if you know what of Marika's whereabouts, only that war after war has been fought, with no sight of a true victor. A Tarnished like yourself could never be loved, nor accepted, it was known. How they mocked you, but still, you endured.

"T'is a shame," Messmer spoke. "It seemeth one of thy friends already knoweth of thy whereabouts."

You held no allies that you knew of who held your trust, alive or dead. None came to your head. "Who?"

"There has't been sightings of one of Miquella's followers, the former follower of Radahn, Freyja." His fingers scratched lightly against the wood of the throne, irking you greatly. "I want thee to deal with her."

You scoff, crossing your arms, glowering back at him with as much fire as he does. So all those things he did rather than kill you were for something. "What would you have me do?"

"Simple," Messmer leans back on his throne, a small smirk on his face. "Kill her and bringeth the proof."

You could only wish he had been joking at this moment, for the urge to laugh washed over you. Indeed it would've been an awkward time to do so. "You wish for me to kill her? Shall I make it clear that she is not the only one? If they hear one of theirs are killed by my own hands, they will not stop until they have me dead. And they will hear of it, one way or another."

"It should not be an issue for you, Tarnished." Messmer holds no sympathy for you, rather he looks even more bored by you. You think if you don't answer him a simple yes or no, he will just catch you alight on the very spot you stand in, imprisoning you again and again.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "Where was she spotted?"

"Mine own soldiers sayeth the Moorth Ruins. It is a two-day ride."

Great. You could only wish you could fly out the highest window and end in a place far from the Keep, riding on Torrent out of here, away from strange cult-like followers and tyrants. "And if I don't do this?"

"Oh, I'm sure thee shall," Messmer rises, his chainmail rattling with each methodical step he takes towards you. "Not only wouldst thee be wanted by me and mine own men, but by them as well. Wouldst thee rather has't the safety of these walls or the bitter cold world to swallow thee whole?"

Neither were good options, but despite your odds, you'd rather go against each of them individually than face Messmer alone as the full force.

A hundred cuts then to be burnt over and over again.

He has made his way down towards you now, standing in front of you in all his glory. Now that you're not fighting him, you realise up close that behind the scowl, there is a handsomeness to him. You have to admit that the kin of Marika were very comely.

"What doth thee sayeth?" Messmer's voice is a mere whisper, his voice reverberates out and through your chest, and you can't help but shudder at how he enunciates each word thoughtfully.

Sorry Miquella. You think, signing away your life once again. "I accept."

For the first time, Messmer seems... relieved by your choice. You visibly see the way the lines in his forehead relax slightly, his golden snake-like eye lessens its intensity as if even he is surprised you would say yes.

Messmer gestures for you to follow him. "Cometh, mine own men shalt handeth thee thy weapons and armour."

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Your amour feels heavy from how long you have not worn it. In those three days imprisoned, you feel the relief of the 'fresh' air hitting your skin, sighing deeply as you take it all in. Messmer stands slightly off to the side behind you, arms folded behind his back, but you're certain you can feel either his gaze or one of his snakes on you.

His soldiers hand you the necessary things, your bag full of your flasks and the map in case you need it to find the ruins, but you're sure you know where they are.

There is a tense build-up in the air as you stand before Messmer, dressed and armed with his knights ready to wave you off. How you thought Messmer could trust you to do this, you weren't sure. You still thought this was all some trap, bringing the other into a false sense of security before the other could stab them in the back.

Messmer walked over to you, his red hair was even brighter in the cold outside world. "Shalt thee needeth a horse?"

"No need." You responded, pulling forth your whistle and blowing into it, the high-pitched screech bringing forth the long-awaited Torrent at last. Torrent materialises out of nowhere, startling Messmer's knights as if unsure what it was you had conjured. You greet him as he strides towards you, bonking his snout to you as you chuckle, bringing forth a sweet for him to savour. Messmer watched silently until you spoke to him. "This is Torrent. He has been by my side ever since."

Messmer seemed awkward with the small talk, simply nodding but as if he wished to say more. "Very well." He gave a nod, to which gave the thumbs up for the drawbridge to be lowered. The heavy gate groaned with life as it slowly fell, giving you time to hop onto Torrent, finalising everything you had.

When the bridge was finally opened, you gave a final look to Messmer, and his knights, as if you were waving off a dear friend, not the one who had you imprisoned for so long. It felt odd, to say the least, rather than relief to be going, it felt strange to be sent off only to come back to him when all was done.

Messmer was still towering over you when he tugged on your arm, startling you with how warm he felt even through the leather of your gloves. It could almost be unbearable if he held on much longer.

Now almost at eye level with him, you stared back at him, realising just how close he was to your face and-- since when did he have freckles? And when had he ever looked so calm when looking at you? It brought this unknown heat to rise to your face, thankful that your face was covered.

It was only when the tension was eased that Messmer leant further, whispering something close to your ears that brought the ripples of a shudder to pass through you. In that very moment, you had wished you hadn't touched the withered arm and stepped forth to get to these lands:

"If thee dare betray me, I shall maketh sure thou art never blessed by mine own mother's grace again."

#messmer the impaler #messmer x reader #elden ring messmer #messmer x tarnished #tarnished! reader #part 4 #elden ring fic #elden ring shadow of the erdtree #messmer fic #itstheendofthegoddamnworld writes

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doggobreebree · 11 months

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Caregiver!MLP X Little!MC Part 1

The prompt: They are your caregiver. (You are gender-neutral)

∘₊✧──Twilight Sparkle──✧₊∘ ~ Prints out activity pages and gets activity books with colored pencils so you have something that will be fun and help you learn while in little space, even if it doesn't help you learn. ~ Lets you hug Smarty Pants and even lets you play with them. ~ Plays a music box to help you relax and even fall asleep to it with you. ~ Gives the best story times and reads to you often, even encouraging you to read at some parts. ∘₊✧──Rarity──✧₊∘ ~ Makes you cute outfits to wear while in little space, she would also make your paci look amazing and make you a stuffies. ~ Takes you out on a jewel hunt and lets you get a little dirty so you can have fun digging up the jewels but she gives you long baths after to make sure you are clean since she doesn't like dirty. ~ During bathtime, she lets you pick out whatever bath boom you want as well as a hand full of toys and what bubble bath soap you want in the bath. ~ Her cat really likes you and she would take pictures of you and Opalescence. ∘₊✧──Fluttershy──✧₊∘ ~ Cuddles with you and lets you cuddle with her animals from bunnies to bears, they would all be kind to you. She would make sure that Angel was nice to you! ~ When you are outside with her she gives you animal facts on every animal you see in hopes you would enjoy it. She normally gets giggles from you when she says some words in a funny way to make you laugh. ~ Sings you to sleep or if you are having a bad day she sings a song to try to make you feel more calm and relaxed. She would rub your back and hug you while rocking you back and forth during this. ~ Gives you hay sandwiches, salad, and would even take you out to Sugarcube Corner. ∘₊✧──Rainbow Dash──✧₊∘ ~ Puts you on her back and flies around Ponyvile high in the sky, when you tell her to go faster she would only speeds up just a bit so you don't fall or drop anything. ~ Falls asleep in clouds with you under her wing and keeps storm clouds over you so you aren't in sunlight fully so you can sleep better. ~ Always making jokes and playing games with you, trying to put her pride aside so you can win some of the games as well. ~ Sometimes she lets Pinkie Pie join her in taking care of you but always has her calm down a bit so you don't get overwhelmed. ∘₊✧──Pinke Pie──✧₊∘ ~ Even though she would give you tons of sweets to eat and even joins in on eating them with you, she makes sure you brush your teeth and to help you want to do it she does it with you. ~ When you are sad or upset she takes a step back and calms down, she tries to figure out what was wrong, what happened, and how the two of you can fix it. ~ Lets you play with Gummy and even if he was a baby with no teeth she makes sure he doesn't bite you. ~ She plays Kids Bop for you and dances with you while you both listen to the music. ∘₊✧──Applejack──✧₊∘ ~ Let's you help her work on the farm by making a game out of catching and counting the apples so it doesn't feel like work and you get your energy out. ~ If you got hurt she would bandage you up and kiss over the bandage to make you feel better. She would also cuddle with ya until you felt better. ~ She would make you apple juice, apple pies, apple sauce, and other apple things so you don't get hungry or thirsty while you are little. ~ Her dog and you play around sometimes when she is working, when she isn't working she plays games with you and walks you around Ponyvile. Who should I do next? Remember, my ask box and DMs are open if you need someone to talk to or if you have a question! (=^u^=)

#sfw age regression #sfw agere #little space sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #safe agere #my little pony #mlp g4 #mlp fim #mlp #fluttershy #twilight sparkle #rainbow dash #applejack #pinkie pie #rarity #mlp agere #my little pony agere

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pigfacedbitch · 1 year

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Comfort

summary : what would your boyfriend do if you had a bad day at work/school?

word count : 0.7k

type : headcanons

pairing/s : Modern! Gwaine / Merlin / Arthur (Soldier, Poet, King😂) x Reader

warning/s : asshole bosses / professors lol

here is my masterlist!

Note : Why is life so tiring? Sometimes, I just want to lay down and sleep. Slight NSFW on Gwaine's part .

Gwaine

Gwaine is evidently high-spirited but pouts like a kicked puppy when he sees you sad.

He may be a little unfamiliar with comforting someone but he knows that having fun can revive someone's soul so as a way to comfort you, he will offer a night of distraction and pleasure (I know what you're thinking and yes, you are right 👀).

From here, it depends on what you want to do. Gwaine will enthusiastically go with the flow.

You want to stay at home and play games? He will gladly lose to monopoly, uno, scrabbles, or any board games you want to play.

Gwaine is also a reliable player two in online games and will shout with you when another player is performing poorly.

"How can you miss that shot?!"

"What my love said, you muppet!"

Want to watch a movie? A pillow fort with your favorite movies, snacks, and soda coming right up!

Warning though, if you want to go out and party, don't. As loveable as he is, Gwaine is a party animal who has little self-control. He WILL get drunk before you and you have no choice but to drag his ass back to your home.

Last possible activity? Doing the deed. Might fuck the stress and sadness out of you until all you can remember is how good he made you feel, just saying. Anyways, enjoy! 😚

Merlin

This sweet baby boy will serve you like a queen, no joke.

Merlin will immediately know you had a bad day as he welcomes you in your shared home, already wrapping his (big and strong🫢) arms around your tired body.

He won't say a word but you'll know that he offers comfort by how tight his hug is, slowly soothing your hair, and gently kissing parts of your face.

"What's wrong, love?"

And boom! Here comes the waterworks. He will let you cry and vent as he leads the two of you on the sofa, lying comfortably there until you are done.

You might even take a short nap. Merlin doesn't care if you covered him with tears, drool, or snot; as long you feel better.

He will wake you up with your favorite home-cooked meal prepared on the table then taking you to the bathroom for a relaxing bath.

There would be scented candles, bath bombs, mellow music, skin care products— the whole nine yards. And no, you don't have to move. Merlin will do everything for you unless you want otherwise.

He will give you a massage on the bed after that, saying words of encouragement and support.

If you ask him to use his magic, he will. He will show you anything you want; from the wonders of the world to the vast beauty of the cosmos.

He hates using his magical abilities on you but as you fall asleep in his arms that night, he whispers a spell that will surely give you good dreams and an even better sleep.

Arthur

Let's face it, Arthur can be... oblivious at times.

Unlike Merlin and Gwaine, it will take a little longer for him to realize you feel like shit.

The Pendragons are very wealthy, and it sometimes compensates for the other qualities they lack.

He may not be as cheerful as Gwaine or provide you a satisfactory service like Merlin, but he can give you anything you want.

You want to go to another country? The private jet is ready. You don't even have to pack a bag, Arthur will buy new clothes for you.

He will let you choose the hotel you'll be staying in and book all the activities you want to do such as tours in the wildlife, scuba diving, spa days, and many more.

You want comfort food? The best chef in Albion will be brought to your home at once, paid heavily to cook whatever food you fancy.

You want materials things, jewelries and dresses? Even stationery? You got it. Arthur doesn't care how much you spend, he's practically your sugar daddy. 😂

If you just want him by your side, he will let you hug him like a koala bear to a tree and listen to your complains.

However, watch your words or the people you mention. Because Arthur will see to it that they will be dealt with, money comes with influence after all.

"So that's why they are being overly nice to me!"

"No one messes with the love of my life."

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realshadowfan07 · 1 month

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The autism took over and I made a long list of Luis headcanons. Originally wrote them on paper and colour coded them by category :3

Category 1: the ones without a category

He has autism and OCD because I have autism and OCD and I think they fit him

He is super mega queer (doesn't really label himself, just says queer (this definitely isn't me projecting again))

Trans ftm (there was a whole thread somewhere but i forgot who made it but i love you)

He defo gave himself top and bottom surgery because he's insane like that

Sentimental fella

Multilingual (spanish, english, and french)

He is HAIRY

Still doesn't quite get a lot of english phrases, slang, jokes, etc

HE HAS A LAZY EYE. It could just be game graphics but ITS THERE AND I SEE IT AND IM TAKING IT AS CANON THERE IS MANY SHOTS WHERE HIS EYE BALL IS LIKE THIS ↓

Category 2: romantic ♡

His happiness comes from making his partner happy

VERY VERY romantic

Malewife

Petnames +100

Main love language is touch

He yaps and yaps about how much he adores his partner

He loves praise

Mega gay flirt, but will absolutely become a mess when someone flirts back

Clingy (doesn't want to lose the one person who loves him)

Does all the chores because malewife

Pathetic wet cat

Category 3: angsty stuffs

Dogs/wolves make him very uncomfortable and tense due to what happened to dear old gandpapa

Fire can cause PTSD induced panic attacks (gramps death, and also what happened in the lab thingy)

Loves helping others, but struggles to ask for help because he thinks he doesn't deserve it

VERY low self esteem (his confidence is all a big ol facade)

Not completely comfortable with his body and sexuality, having been raised in erm... A silly not fun environment

His silly little dancing is a form of self soothing

Not a big fan of holidays, because he has nobody to spend them with

Doesn't bother celebrating his birthday

Category 4: interests/likes

Really doesn't like silence because it reminds him of being stuck in a lab, so he ALWAYS has music on in the background on one of them vinyl record playing old people things

Very good cook, would've had to cook a lot for gramps because he's like old and stuff

Collects silly little trinkets and just anything that catches his interest

Gramps defo taught him guitar

Loves loves loves to yap and yap about his interests

Knows how to ride horses 100% because people defo travelled around Valdelobos on horseback

Would very much enjoy a cheeky spa day, needs to relax

Category 5: post re4 because HE IS ALIVE

Refuses to ever use an elevator again because they lead to death and evilness

Craves simplicity 🙏

Again, HATESSS asking for help

Nightmares +100

Believes that he deserved what happened

Depression +100

PTSD +100

Was mega underweight in Valdelobos, but gains healthy chub as he recovers

Selective mutism

Bed bound -> wheelchair -> crutches -> cane

Lets his hair grow

Starts taking care of his hair and suddenly BOOM curls appear

Sometimes needs help to bathe, but he HATES being vulnerable

Cried the first time that Leon helped him bathe

Very much struggled to come out due to the environment he was raised in

Cane is permanent due to mega big ouchie

Back ache +100

Struggles to come to terms with the fact that he's been given a second chance

Uhhhh that's it methinks BYE

#re4r #resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #luis serra #luis sera #luis serra navarro #HEADCANONS #RAHHHHH

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Protector, mine

pairing: BF!Chris Evans x GF!Reader

summary: Hi! If you take requests can you write one where reader is home alone when there's a break in while Chris is out with friends?

requests are open/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

Chris Evans Masterlist, full masterlist, Taglist form

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Y/n padded around their open pan kitchen gracefully, her boyfriend Chris pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his hands placed onto her chin. “I’ll be back before midnight baby, alright? Ring me if you need anything, I love you so so much” He whispered against her lips, kissing both her cheeks then her nose, causing it to wrinkle adorably in response.

“Okayyy Chris, go enjoy yourself and don’t get too drunk. I’ll be fine, now go you big goof” Y/n laughed pushing her man’s hands from her waist and pushing him towards the front door, even handing him his baseball cap on the way out.

'Finally’ She thought to herself, a night just for her to relax by herself, and of course her baby Dodge who was now looking up at her with his puppy eyes. Giving him a scratch to the ear she went off to her first mission, a lavender scented bubble bath with a lush bath bomb, something Chris had specifically bought for her.

God was he smitten with her. His friends were even surprised he came out tonight, ever since they had started dating 2 years ago he had been on his knees for her basically, he was definitely the happiest he had ever been. Taking off her clothes Y/n settled into the steaming hot water, her hair tied into a bun onto the top of her head, her skin turning in the purple water.

It all started when Chris came into her family’s restaurant that Y/n was helping out in over the Christmas holidays, and Chris couldn’t help but obviously ogle the gorgeous woman in front of him. Her beautiful eyes and caring demeanour immediately attracted him, heck on their first date he even made her a bouquet out of books. Books she had mentioned that were on her reading list during one of their first conversations-

*BANG*

Interrupting her daydreaming session, Y/n sat up a bit more in the tub, but this time more alert. Silence filled the bathroom,

Chris would definitely have called up to here by now?

Not having a good feeling whatsoever, Y/n stood up and put on Chris’ white fluffy robe that she tended to steal often. Dodger’s poor whines calling at her through the en suite bathroom. Opening the door, she knew something was wrong when she heard multiple male voices booming from the downstairs. Her heart basically dropped to her pussy, bless her soul.

Within seconds she went from a state of panic to pure fear, what the fuck do you even do in this situation? What if they were armed?

Hearing footsteps come up the house, she backed herself and Dodger back into the bathroom, turned off the lights and settled them into the corner furthest away from the door. Her hands were shaking as she texted Chris

Y/n: There’s people in the house Chris, I don’t know what to do but i’m calling 911. Do not call me or else they’ll hear

Not even waiting for his response she straight away called 911, and those few seconds of ringing were the worst few seconds of her life. Poor Dodger was whining at his momma, his snout booping her arm to hide under it himself. Y/n was shivering, cursing at herself for putting her clothes into the washing machine before getting into the bath. Now she was stuck and practically naked.

911: 911 What’s your emergency

Y/n heard whispers and shouts coming from the direction of their bedroom, surely they were close by, fuck sake.

Y/n: There’s people that have broken into my house, please come quickly, i’m at (insert address)

911: Ma’am who else is there with you? I’ve dispatched a team, so stay on the line with me

Y/n: U-uh just me and my dog, my boyfriend’s out right now but I’ve let him know-

*Rattle*

Y/n: please please hurry they're trying to get into the room im in

Y/n felt herself freeze, multiple bangs were thrown against the tough bathroom door, which she could only assume was them throwing their shoulders against it; accompanied with the door knob rattling every few seconds.

911: Ma’am they’re on their way I promise, stay on the line with me, you don’t have to talk but stay on the line

Y/n switched the tabs on her phone and saw the spam texts from Chris

Chris: babe what do you mean?

Chris: Hello?

Chris: HELLO

Chris: Did you call 911?

Chris: Y/n are you safe?

Chris: I’m on my way.

And that text was sent 8 minutes ago.

Y/n: Dodger and I are in the bathroom hiding, I don’t know how many there are but the police are on their way. I’m not coming out of here unless you’re the one outside the door

Turning her phone off, she listened to the reassurance coming from the caller, her breath shuttering and her eyes letting tears out from fear. Thankfully the intruders seemed to have just left the bathroom door, probably ransacking the array of jewellery hidden around their shared bedroom.

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Chris’ knuckles whitened on his drive home, dare I say he even ran through a few red lights and speed limits. His girlfriend had sent him that most recent text and Jesus, his heart was going 100 miles an hour.

Approaching their suburban house, Chris saw the police cars lined up and down the street, multiple officers standing by the front door.

“Excuse me officer, my girlfriend is inside” Chris said shoving past them and forcing his way inside to see two officers cuffing two men who were clearly off on some sort of substance, Chris didn’t even want to imagine what they were capable of.

Ignoring the questions and pleas from the officers to calm down, Chris sprinted up the stairs, skipping a few along the way. Their house had absolutely been ransacked, furniture and their beloved items thrown carelessly around the place, photo frames cracked and scrambled. To say he was angry was an understatement, not even words could describe how he was feeling.

“Ma’am it’s okay to come out, it’s police, i’m Officer Birch-“

“I told you, i’m not coming out until my boyfriend is here” He heard her voice say, not the usual jolly sound he loved, but a fragile broken tone.

Going over to the door past the officers,

“Baby? It’s me Chris”

“Chris?”

“It’s me honey, your Chris-“

Before he could even say anything else, the door had been thrown open and his girlfriend was back where she belonged, with him and in his arms. Her body still clad in his white robe as sobs wrecked through her entire body, was this really happening right now?

Chris felt himself sigh in relief knowing that she was safe,

“Sir, we need a statement-“

“Can we leave it to tomorrow bud? It’s late, you can come back tomorrow” Chris whispered, but the silence in the room amplified it. His arms rubbing up and down Y/n’s back, his lips kissing the top of her head. Nodding at Chris, the officers left and the only thing to be heard a few minutes later was the front door clicking shut.

“I-I was so scared, Dodger was scared too. What if they got the bathroom door open-“

“Bunny shh, i’m here, you’re safe now okay?” Chris cupped her face in his hands, his nose nuzzling gently against hers, Y/n’s glossy eyes staring back into his deep blue ones.

“Do we have to stay here Chris? Don’t wanna”

“No baby, i’ve got something set up for us already, you don’t need to worry your pretty head about anything else. Now let’s get you and Dodge all set up and ready to go” Before Chris could even leave the embrace, Y/n had latched onto him shaking her head, his heart breaking even more.

“Alright bunny you stay with me yeah?”

Nodding, Y/n held onto his hand and let him lead her towards her dressed. The shock from the break in still extremely fresh in her mind. Holding onto his shoulders, Chris helped her slip on her underwear and fluffy pyjamas bottoms and then his soft jumper to top it off. In silence Y/n watched Chris pack both their overnight bags, along with Dodger’s who was sitting patiently with his head in Y/n’s lap.

“Come on bunny, let’s get outta here” Chris said softly holding his hand out for her to hold, both of them getting out of the car quickly and into Chris’ car, Y/n not letting go of his hand once.

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“ babe, we’re gonna stay here is that ok?” Chris had driven them to his smaller bungalow almost an hour away, a place they use for small getaways to the countryside. Y/n nodded looking at him with a small smile, feeling a sense of comfort looking at the familiar house.

With Dodger settled in the living room in his bed with his water and food bowl, the pup knocked out from exhaustion almost instantly. Chris frowning at the effect it had on his little companion before following his lover into the small cosy bedroom. Lit up by rosey lamps, Y/n took his hand and led him to the fluffy bed. Her arms wrapping around his torso, her head laying on his pec.

“I was so scared of losing you ya know?” Chris whispered brushing through her hair with his hands, his lips pecking her forehead every so often, her fingers tracing shapes over his bare chest. His clothes discarded onto the floor mindlessly with Y/n whimpering about wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“I love you Chris, thank you for coming as soon as possible. I-I was terrified and I still am to be honest. I know with you i’m safe”

“I-I love you so much more baby, you don’t even understand. I will never let any bastard come near you again, and it never should have happened. I’m sorry I couldn’t have done more though”

“You’ve done all you can Chris, and you’ve done more than enough by just being here with me”

Chris tilted her head up and kissed her lips softly, his lips travelling to her cheeks and neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed wet kisses; something he knew comforted her. One of her legs wrapped around his waist so she was fully on him, her lips pecking his chest softly before laying her head down.

Thankfully soon enough, Chris watched her eyes close peacefully, the stress of the day leaving her for now. All Chris knew was that he would be with her every step of the way during this whole ordeal, so much that he couldn’t help but steal another kiss from her lips, her lips smiling subconsciously in her sleep. His hands up under his jumper that she was wearing, lazily drawing shapes onto her back, her soft breaths filling the room.

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hi,

if u are not busy with anything, can u do malleus x reader with angst to comfort?

Great work, take care of yourself

A/N: I have so many requests that I haven't gotten around to I'm sorry guys ;;;; I'm on a motivation kick so I'll start getting those out as soon as I can! ALSO IM A SUCKER FOR POETIC MALLEUS AND IT MAKES MY HEART GO BOOM bc tell me why Malleus is literally the "my love, I am intoxicated" meme

Happy chapter 7!!!

TW: Drowning, maybe suicide if you look a little closely

Malleus is constantly reminded of the day he nearly drowned in the tub as a child.

It's silly, to think that the heir to the Valley of Thorns would be destined to face death in a bathtub.

It wasn't his fault that it was silent aside from the dripping of the water that poured from the side of the tub and leaked onto the tiles the more he sunk into it. Not his fault that he was so exhausted from his daily lessons that his hands burned and cramped as he felt a knot where his neck met his back that he couldn't seem to get rid of no matter how much he fidgeted and stretched. The warm water of the bath seemed to seep deep into his bones and nestle within him, reigniting the fire that had been so thoroughly burnt out from his short time of living as the crown prince of the valley of thorns.

Malleus stared at the ceiling, listening to the muffled howling of the wind outside and trying to bite back the chill of the air that rests on the tip of his nose as a harsh contrast to the comfort of the water, heated by his servants' magic and maintained by his own. The intricate carvings of warriors and magicians alike; fae and human both dueling as sparks flew across the tapestries and danced within the stone, jewels embedded within the eyes that seemed to stare at him.

As a child, Malleus used to fear the unspoken words that lay within those gemstones. He could not decipher if they were cruel, or if they were kind. Did the human wish to speak to him or kill him?

The fae that stretched from the marble seemed even more daunting, their eyes glowed in the dim candlelight of his bathroom casting long shadows across their sharp face as they glared down at the boy who sunk deeper into the bath at their gaze. They seemed to be frowning at him rather than at the much smaller human they were dueling.

"This is your fault," He imagined them saying. "What kind of ruler are you?"

"I'm not..." Malleus would sniffle, his tears dripping into the water, masked by the dampness that cascaded from his strands and streaked down his worried face, bright, innocent green eyes filled with too much worry for a child so young as him. The weight of the world upon small shoulders, too much a weight for a child alone to bear. The sins and torment of war, the blood of human and fae alike on his small hands that had just learned to hold a pen properly. What was he not? What was he, truly? The crown prince of the valley of thorns? A Dragon fae? Among the most powerful in the world?

Was he not the ruler he was told he would be? Was he a ruler at all?

Power was a heavy burden, much too heavy even for the child who had the delicate balance of the world placed in his care.

Malleus sunk deeper into the water, feeling his body relax further as his tail wrapped comfortingly around his leg. He often daydreamed that it would be his mother combing his hair and dousing the thick ivory strands, telling him tales of when she was a young child, a Princess before a Queen, as he would play with the suds that floated gently to the surface.

In that world, his parents were both still alive and well, not yet cast carelessly to the whims of the underworld. His grandmother would still sit with him and listen to his babbles and his fairytales, not yet burdened with the work of three royals- the crown prince not yet ready to wear the crown's weight (he feared that if he were to wear it, it would slip around his neck and crush his windpipe, the weight too large and the boy too weak).

He sighed and sank deeper into the water, exhaustion pulling at his soft eyelids and gushing him into a dreamless sleep. He felt the warmth around him- perhaps the warmth of his mother's arms or his father's hand upon his head. The warmth of his grandmother's coat and of Lilia's encouragement as he tucked him into bed (Malleus supposed that he missed that most of all, the thought of Lilia dying on the battlefield leading to many tear-filled nights sobbing quietly into his pillow. He missed the bat fae most of all, and dreaded the day the man's troops would come back into the kingdom and General VanRouge would be nowhere to be seen. Oh how he longed for Lilia to have written down a story or two for him to read on long nights such as these.).

Suddenly his lungs were filled with that warmth, and Malleus was sure he was drowning as he stared through the surface of the water back at the scenes that played out on the ceiling.

What scared him the most was that he did not flail, nor scream nor cry nor beg the stars for another chance at life. He was at peace as the water took him, as it filled his being and blurred his vision beneath the soapy water.

Bitterly he thought that a lavender-scented death would not be the worst.

The servants pulled him from the bath and pampered him, escorted him into his room and helped him get into his pajamas (luxurious, yes, but the collar was much too tight and reminded him all too much of the scratchy lace of the collars he's forced to wear day in and day out, a constant reminder of the threat that came with his title. One wrong move and he will lose his head, he's sure.).

Every day Malleus was reminded of that peace, of the chill that bit at his cheeks from the storm outside, of the absolute bliss that came with finally allowing his body to float in the vastness between life and death.

He was no longer a child, and the shadow of the crown that loomed overhead became more and more solid as it reached for him, thorns that wrapped around his limbs and held him to the ground, biting into his pale skin and ripping into his leathery wings until he grit his teeth and set them all ablaze in a green glow that consumed the world should he lose control. Malleus was forced to twirl in a macabre waltz with his destiny, the destiny that doomed him to centuries of solitude, of isolation from the warmth he sought oh so desperately.

By the time Lilia had returned from the war, Malleus was no longer the wide-eyed, innocent child that he once had been. The fanciful stories no longer filled him with warmth- it filled him with the dread and the sorrow that came with knowing that he could never achieve that fairytale ending that he craved. Even Lilia could not undo the effects of the jeers of the citizens of the Valley of Thorns, the trauma cause by sharing death after death that lingered within the tall stone walls of the castle- all caused by the war that was declared by his own blood.

He was a prince, yes. But he could never fill the role of being someone's savior for he was the villain in everyone's story but his own. He could never hold someone as close as he wished, for he would rather lock them away in a tower far, far away from everyone else because he would finally have something that was his, someone who did not stay around him due to obligation or fear- someone who stayed simply because they wanted to.

Perhaps that part of his nature was what made him so villainous, so unlovable to all those who were near.

His loneliness left him in more agony than the thorns that had detained him from birth. The isolation was similar to the cold that nipped at his porcelain skin that same night. He'd imagined that only a watery grave could lift the weight of the crown from his head. Malleus often imagined that same warmth as he watched the jeweled headpiece float to the surface as he sank to the bottom. With a morbid curiosity he often wondered what it would feel like to give into that craving for release- would the people mourn him? Or would they instead mourn the empty position left over?

Yet, the chill of the night seems to be at bay as he sits now with his lover in his arms, head resting against his broad chest as they sleep peacefully, face twitching with every movement within their dream. He slowly wraps the blanket tighter around them as his eyes trail to the small fireplace that sat in Ramshackle's lounge. The fire crackled and snapped, small embers rising up the chimney as the walls creaked with the same wind that shook him to the core that very night.

He had found his warmth, his breath of air as he broke free from the surface. The crown would still lay heavy atop his head, would still scratch at his horns and get tangled in his hair as the vines would still bite into his skin as he tore away at them only for more to appear in their places.

He would bear all that and ten times more for his love.

Malleus rests his hand against their head, smiling softly at the way they stir in their sleep as they felt his icy hands make contact with their own heated skin.

"My Love?" He whispers, deep voice reverberating in his chest against the peace of the night. "Would you stay if you truly knew the burden of being a royal?"

No response, not that he expected any. The fae continues anyways, feeling his jaw clench as tears stream down his face.

"Would you deny me if you knew of the agony you would go through? Would you shut me away and leave me forgotten in this wasteland if you had a mere taste of the burden that is loving a prince?" His breaths were becoming more ragged as the tears continued to fall. "Would you still hold my affections within your heart if you'd heard of the condemnable thoughts that race through my mind- the thoughts that tell me to hide you away and keep you safe from this damnable world we call ours?" The war and the blood and the grief from the blood spilled, isolation, endless nights in his study, a prince forced to be alone by himself for centuries, discarded if not for the blood that pumps through his veins.

"Would you mourn me if I allow your warmth to be my demise?"

"Mal?" He hears them murmur. He feels a twinge of guilt for waking them, unaware of his sniffling and how it disturbed their slumber.

"Apologies, my Love."

"Don't be sorry," They rub their eyes and Malleus feels as though he held his very future within his clawed hands, images of seeing them in this state day and night flashing through his mind at such high speeds that it makes his head spin as he subconsciously holds them tighter. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Please, rest."

"Are you sure?" They sit up and press their forehead to his as they allow their eyes to slip closed once more, pressing a soft kiss to his cold lips and pulling away far too soon for the greedy dragon’s liking. "How can I help you?"

"Hold me, please," Malleus can't hide the desperation that seeps into his voice as the words climb from his throat. They wrap their arms around his neck and pull him closer into the plush couch. He wraps his arms around them as well, one arm snaking around their waist while another entangles itself in the hair at the base of their skull as he buries his face in the crook of their neck, careful of his horns. It's only a matter of seconds before his lover is fast asleep once more, and Malleus feels the pull of slumber upon himself. He allows his eyes to slip closed, pulling the human closer to him and praying to the stars that he dreams of this moment for now and forever.

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