#historicalau

[merlinfic]

The Yellow Socks

Author: FervidAsAFlame

Rating: T

Setting: Historical AU

Word Count: 5,070

WARNINGS: Minor Character Death, Homophobia, War Time Environment

Summary: 

“You’re really going to wear them?” Arthur asked, looking up from the letter with a frown.“

‘Course I am,” Merlin said, stripping one damp grey sock from his foot and shoving it into his worn leather rucksack. “I never turn down fresh socks. Besides, they’re almost golden -- maybe they’ll be lucky.”

Arthur snorted. “More likely they’ll be the target for a sniper,” he said absentmindedly, his gaze lingering on Merlin’s pale instep.

Reader’s Comments: it’s a WWI AU and from arthur’s POV. it’s honestly really sweet to see their close relationship evolve, and it’s appropriately humorous and comforting despite the rough conditions they’re going through. i think the characterization is pretty on point too!

Thanks to @221b-jily for sending in this rec!

[vikachizh]

[glystenangel]

the dark of night & the light of day✨

ServiceDom&General!Getou x PillowPrincess&Afab!Reader (HistoricalAU)

Series Summary: getou isn't the caring type, but he can be for you

Chapters: 3/3 WOOHOO!!

Chapter Summary: getou is grateful for you

Status: Completed

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff smut, title p much says it all but, raw sex, penetrative sex, oral sex & cum eating, backshots, missionary, EXTREME lovey dovey thoughts/behavior bc getou is wh ip p ed, obsession...some may say, pussydrunk!getou again, flowery language, relationship vibes, implied d/s, u know the works

~2.2k

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

Ch. 3 - Sunshine & Fate

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After that night, you were moved into Getou’s bedchambers. 

You were also deemed untouchable by the rest of his troops, as Getou made it obvious that you were his favorite and no one dared to upset him. They kept a respectable distance from you, only you and Mahito maintained your friendship, and Getou ensured that it stayed that way.

Every night he would look forward to holding you close, and some nights he could look forward to much more than that.

During the day, you would resume your duties as usual, however only if Getou allowed you to lift a single finger. He would do everything for you, opening doors, washing your hair, doing laundry, feeding you, and holding out his hand whenever you needed something opened.

His days only ever felt complete if he spent them doing at least one thing for you. Whether it was listening to your opinions on obscure subject matters that he frankly knew nothing about, or carrying you into a hot bath.

He hated seeing you struggle for even a second, and he would scoff whenever you giggled and innocently pointed out how nice he was being to you. 

It mattered little to him if his men thought he was being ridiculous or overprotective, which they alluded to during drills that became doubled as a result of their insolence. They didn’t know what it was like to earn that touched glimmer in your countenance when he asked you an insightful question no one else had before. Or, what it was like to have you cutely gasping around his cock while he left reddened imprints of kisses on your sensitive neck. 

Getou adores how you sound, how you think and breathe. Every response to him is rewarding.

Whatever you wanted, he would do it. It was really that simple.

Although he never let that get in the way of his missions, whenever he was away he missed you so much he thought it would kill him.

Getou tried bringing you along once, but an ambush left you vulnerable and he couldn’t stand to see you in that position ever again. You couldn’t stomach the bloodshed or tragedy either. Strong as he was, he couldn’t constantly be at your side to protect you. 

Every time he returns, he looks for you first. You make it a game sometimes, hiding until he checks every area to find and fuck you in whatever room or secret space you’ve concealed yourself in. Getou hopes you decide to make it easy for him this time.

Early evening colors the sky with a lavendar and orange gradient, the chill seeping among the gaps of hallway exposed to the bricked courtyards and gardens remind Getou that he should have a winter coat made for you soon.

“Honey?” Getou calls out, men slowly leaving his side as he dismisses them on the way to your shared room.

“I’m here!” You reply, and Getou melts at the beam spreading across your face when he slides the main bedroom door aside to catch the serene sight of you sitting on the futon. He sets down his sword, not paying attention to the miniscule thud the hilt makes from contact with the wall or the buzz of cicada chirps outside.

A rare smile is fondly displayed on his handsome features as well, and he closes the door before sinking into your arms. 

He deposits himself between your legs, holding your waist along with the side of your face as your back touches the blanket. You were so pliable and good for him, he couldn’t believe it. It was getting more and more difficult to leave you behind.

“Come here. Kiss me.” He tugs at your clothes, a whisper of a beg on his lips.

You do exactly as he says, a cheerful hum in your throat as your tongue runs over his bottom lip. The sound of your lips and tongues meshing together is slight as Getou's heartbeat thrums in his ears.

He pulls away to take a breath, voice low as he rearranges your hair with his fingers, “Hey, what were you doing?”

“Waiting for you to come home to me.” You answer simply, and the honesty of it makes him want to fuck you until you’re bawling into the sheets.

“Really? Were you good? Finish all the chores?” He leans forward, hoisting one of your legs over his thigh.

“Mhm.” You nod quickly, and Getou knows you’re probably already wet from just that touch alone.

“Good. Good girls deserve good things, right?” The ask is intoned with something heavier. 

You demurely nod again, more slowly than before, and your eyes drift down to his lips.

“Then, kiss me.” He commands, and you sidle up to his chest, placing your hands on the broad muscle until you can reach his lips once again.

The familiar touch of his hands on your back maps out your figure, and he notices the precious manner in which you mold into his fingertips.

The jet black strands of his hair tickle your face and neck as he trails kisses along your cheeks and behind your ear. As he watches you shiver from the heat of his breath and close proximity, he discovers that the fabric of your collar reveals a gap between itself and the delicate skin of your shoulder.

He hooks his fingers into the space, and then slides your clothes off until you’re bare in front of him.

A long sigh leaves him as he leans closer, gathering your hair in his palm, “Turn around for me?”

Perfect listener that you are, you prop yourself up and lift your hips into the air. Getou could never get over the sight of you like that, the glistening muscle of your pussy aching with precum and the slight quiver in your thighs. 

Honestly, he could never get over any of it. How your breath seems to quicken as he begins to stroke fond circles onto the back of your legs. How you try to peek back at him as he grabs your waist from behind, positioning the head of his cock after freeing the needy girth from his pants. 

He loves it.

You only become more and more tantalizing as he fully presses your ass to the rigid strength of his abdominals.

You release a sob that persuades him to kiss at your spine to provide any small comfort, and your body begins to writhe and flinch underneath him. Every stretch and roll of your flesh forces drool to coat his throat with deepened want.

You feel just as good, just as greedy and delicious as the first time he felt you wrapped around his cock. Once a particularly hard thrust pries a fitful whine out of you, Getou realizes you feel even better than the first time.

“Your pussy only gets better. Fucking shit.”

Your knuckles lock onto a pillow, but you throw your hips more forcefully back. Your tits begin bouncing towards every pounding motion, the nipples stiff and taut. Based on this reaction, he predicts that he needs to fasten his pace. 

But before he can, he hears you struggling to speak between moans, “Geto, c-can you go faster p-oh please?”

A loud smack propels your hips forward, and Geto’s pants turn gritty as he rushes fervent thrusts into your already flooded pussy. 

He’s mad. Mad that you even had to ask because he already knows what you need and exactly how you need it. The fact that you have to ask him for anything at all bothers him, because he just wants to do everything right and see that adorable look of surprise on your face when he correctly anticipates what you want and executes it flawlessly.

He would always, always do what you wanted.

Because he wants you to feel as perfect as he sees you are.

Because he feels perfect when you do.

It also means that you’ll always come to him when you need something, and that brings him a sense of pride and satisfaction like no other on this goddamn earth. 

In fact, the more time that went by without you finishing, the more annoyed he got. He didn’t want to delay your satisfaction more than he already had.

Though these thoughts cloud his mind, he cuts through enough to make sure his cock is burrowing deep enough to make your hole weep with cum.

Primal desperation drives both of your hips together, and every single twitch and moan shared with him has Getou smirking. No one understands you better than him, and he knows it.

Once your pussy is stuffed with his own cum, he instructs you to keep yourself upright, and although shakily, you manage to keep your ass perked the air and your pelvis raised off of the bed.

“You listen so well.” He pats the curves of your ass before catching the cum running down your thigh on his tongue.

Getou flattens his tongue to spread the heady fluid across the top of it, rolling the sides together once he travels back up to your pussy. There, he uses the point of his tongue to scoop your mutual efforts into his mouth, drooling so much that every drop flows down his throat like water.

“We taste so good together.” He rasps, noisily gulping as he takes in more mouthfuls.

The wails you emit have him assuming that you agree. Truly, as long as he could take his rightful place here in your sweet center nothing else mattered.

He didn’t even care if you never touched his cock again, whether of your own volition or at his instruction.

“Getou. More-Uh! Please.”

At your begging, Getou doesn’t even recall what he was thinking earlier. Except for the fact that he would do anything you desired, and right away.

He flips you over, and does exactly as instructed.

It all makes sense now, you need him as much as he needs you. That mere thought enraptures his entire being, and it only heightens the divine purchase he finds in your soaked cunt.

Automatically and as if hearing his epiphany, he senses you delving your fingers in between his own. 

How did you always do that? How did you always know?

The appendages weave securely together as your blown out pupils stare up at his, and he can feel his stomach tighten at the total vulnerability and tenderness you grant him.

Getou was never one for religion, preferring instead to take matters into his own hands, but he finds himself praying to any entity listening to make certain that you share the same ecstasy ripping through him. 

“Feels crazy- oh fuck.” He strains, blinding white disrupting his vision.

He’s too struck by paradise to hear your own cries of satisfaction, but when you both collapse into the sheets he brings you close.

Silence punctuated with your occasional pants settles into the air, and Getou swallows at the sight of you exhausted and dotted with the darkening stains of his kisses. He cautiously traces around the marks, soothing you until your inhales even out. They mingle with the wind scratching the tree branches over the bedroom roof, and are joined by a chorus of crickets and the occasional croak of a frog. The latter curls up a sleepy corner of your mouth.

You are perfection.

“Stay with me forever.” He suddenly finds himself saying.

Getou realizes the words leave him not as his usual demands or requests, but as a plea.

Your eyes hazily flit up to his, and he fiddles with your interlocked fingers, waiting.

“I can’t give you anything.” You shyly murmur.

The humble admission stings, and Getou mourns the fact that he ever made you feel useless. 

“One gift from you is all I could ever want or need.” He whispers, tracing the back of your palm with his thumb.

From behind your lashes, he sees your eyes brighten, “What is it?”

You are expectant and soft beside him. The outlines of your irises are blurry from exhaustion, but you don’t let it stop you from giving him your full attention. 

Stunning, he thinks.

Getou allows your anticipatory joy to sink into him, and then he carefully glides his fingertips over your ears before cupping your cheek to bring your lips closer to his. The jasper of his eyes embraces your patient gaze, and he finds the shape of your eyes and your overall expression to be so pretty he has a difficult time speaking for a moment.

“You.” He admits, surrendering completely to his love for you and drawing you nearer in his arms, “Because you are everything. I only want you.”

The remaining syllable dies in the air as he kisses you before the last letter fully falls from his lips.

He doesn’t view you as above or beneath him in any metaphorical sense.

You are just for him, and he is for you.

Like the shape of the sun nestling behind the moon, or the snow dusted mountains melting into trees and rivers.

It feels like wonder and devastation.

The way earth never asks for rain and receives it anyway, flooding one day and blooming the next.

Loving you reminds him of the fragility that defines living and all of its happy consequences.

Unparalleled mercy that manages to take place every single day. 

It feels like destiny.

With such perspectives weighing on his heart, he can only bring himself to pull away once you smile and move to kiss his nose.

“And you’ll be mine, Getou?”

Getou considers your question, and then lowers his chin to meet your eyes more deeply. The luster of them continuously amazes him, he doesn’t know how you do it. How you see fate in his eyes too. 

It’s miraculous and charming enough to make his chest ache.

“Of course, I will. We can get married as soon as you like. Tomorrow would be good, don’t you think?” He hums out, the planes of his face relaxing as he sweeps hair away from your temples.

Pure affection and joy break across your face in a way that is so reminiscent of countless sunrises he has witnessed, but at the same time, appears so vastly different.

“I do.” 

You answer simply, and even with all of the darkness accumulated by his war torn hands, Getou vows to bask in that light for the rest of his life.

He licks your cupid’s bow, and at the mere taste of you, Getou accepts that he gave himself to you the first day you met.

He only hopes that someday you know it too.

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End Notes:

that's a wrap folks! i may have gone overboard but...had to hehe💖💖 this was so cute and fun !

thanks for reaching the end :)<3

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[weirdxstarseed]

✦ ꙳ Wildest Dreams . ⁺ ✦ part 2

Content: BridgertonAU!, HistoricalAU!, VictorianAU!, past lives, fluff, slice of life, strangers to lovers., rin okumura x y/n reader!

- Finally

- Y/N arrived at her home

- Unfortunately, her mom scolded her for arriving to much early

- So she send it again to the palace without listening to Y/N excuses

- She arrived at the time cinderella was running of the castle

- at 12

- “God damn it” she mumble. searching a place where she can hide all the noon and part of the morning.

- she saw behind the windows that all her neighbours were having fun and a desmotived sigh escaped from her lips.

- y/n entered to the ball room and some guys started to talked of who will be the braver to invited her to dance

- by the other hand

- all the ladies were saying good comments about the way she was dressing

- but unfortunately y/n was alone

- in fact, she wasn’t a friendly person

- all the guys were scared of her strong personality and all the girls were pissed by her logical judgment

- the party started to heat up when a battle started to hear above the music

- everyone ran to see the spectacle

- and y/n without admit it, went to see it by curiosity

- in the middle of the fight was this guy she run into it and another one that was a little bit in danger

- the guards didn’t hesitate to separate them but this wasn’t all

- when the blue-haired boy saw y/n in the crow

- he opened his eyes like plates and y/n blushed noticing that because of that gesture some ladies were watching her

- she started to walk backwards not before hearing some murmurs like "beast" referring to the blue-haired boy.

- after hearing that nickname a strange annoyed feeling began to climb over her body

- she went to another room, more cold and dark but with much privacy than the other

- it was irrelevant to feel a mix of feelings with a guy that she didn’t even know

- and also JUST FOR A COMMENT

- and his eyes

- god damn it

- ok, you take a big breath and focus to clear your mind

- obviously the night couldn’t get any worse

- or that was your thought

- you heard someone entering in the room you were hiding and you contain a bunch of curse words when you saw the person who was invading your space

- it was him

- “what are you doing here?” both of you asked at the same time

- “i asked first” both of you repeat again.

- you sighed.

- “Alright, madame” he said, “you started first interrogating”

- “Thank you" you uttered, rising from the window frame revealing a beautiful view of the moon outlining your figure.

- The boy did not overlook that detail and letting out a gasp of astonishment, he contemplated you from a distance, very attentive to what you were about to tell him.

- “Well, first of all, what’s your name, sir? You know mine, but I don’t have an idea who are you”

- “I’m sorry, my lady” the blue-haired guy said “I’m Rin Okumura, the duke of Gehenna”

- “Gehenna?” y/n asked confused.

- “Yes, is a land far away from here. We’re starting to communicate with other kingdoms to make alliances”

- "And... I guess now with what just happened in the great hall, they will be inconvenienced and probably no longer want to communicate with you or am I wrong?" you raise an eyebrow in her direction.

- He laughed nervous about your words and nod in an affirmative mode.

- "Well, sir. Okumura, I'm glad to know that you are too honest to answer a stranger's questions, but I'm afraid I must be going" you said, starting to walk to the exit.

- “Wait, lady y/n” he said, approaching to you, tentative to take your hand.

- You notice much better his face by the help of the moon light and when you were the most nearest to him, you watch a fine line of blood was running to his head. you asummed this was from the fight before and without thinking twice.

- you literally cut a piece of your dress and put over the wound

- at first

- your rude touch scared the duke and he was going to scream you

- but when he notice your action

- his face was surround by a messy blush

- “What the hell, duke?” you scold him, complaining with the piece of cloth that was dying in red. you were so frustrated. it appears that some deity was trying to mantain both of you near each other.

- “Lady y/n” he started.

- “What now?” you reply pissed.

- "I appreciate your kindness and more because you can't seem to get rid of me, a stranger”

- “Just shut up and let’s go to another place” you declared “I’m sick of being here”

- “Me too” he smiled happy for your words and taking your hand, both run over the hall to the exit.

- by now on, you thought this was the strangest shit you ever did in your life, full of randomness and coincidences.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

- since that day

- something had change in both of you

- at least rin’s feelings became so pure for you

- of course

- THIS BOND WAS A SECRET

- nobody has to know that you talked with a strange duke of other lands

- sometimes when you went to the market

- you find him over there pretending he was going to buy something

- but the truth was

- he only visited those places because he knew that you’d be over there!¡!¡!

- sometimes you talked to him and joined to his activities

- another times you didn’t ever see him cuz you were to scared of being discovered by some local citizen

- just one day

- you decided to stayed in your home

- you don’t even know why you were acting so secretive with a complete stranger

- maybe the last moment you shared were magical and unbelievable

- BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE FEELINGS RIGHT?

- you layed in your bed

- just watching the ceiling

- at least you started to notice your feelings

- of course, you can’t have 5 minutes of peace cuz suddenly

- your mother

- entered to your place and started to mumbling a lot of incomprehensible words

- you showed her a bad gaze and when she finally met your eyes

- she started over again

- “can you believed it? they’re going to organize another dance!! another freakin’ dance!! do you know what that does it mean???”

- you deny

- “THAT MEANS ANOTHER DRESS!! ANOTHER DRESS MEANS WE NEED MORE MONEY”

- you groan so loudly for her complaints and when you finally process the information that she threw

- you started to panic

- what if he went to the dance?

- what if all noticed that you were catching feeling for a duke of another land???

- “well done, y/n”, you said

- you were sharing feelings for a stranger and from a different country

- finally, you decided to stand up from the bed and started to enlist everything

- in the deep of your heart

- you were a hurricane and a bunch of nerves at the same time

- in the other hand, rin was so excited for this evening

- he was waiting the moment to talked with the only person who has been very nice with him

- also, he was desperated to ask you something very important

- something that could change everything between you two

- inmediately. when he finished

- the blue-haired guy went out of the house, ready for meet his lady ¡!

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

- everyone in the room were dancing, enjoying the music, talking effusively and sharing their anecdotes

- except y/n, she was in the corner of the room, as always

- waiting her best friend or someone she could knew to dance in the middle of the room like the participants

- her best friend notices her in the back of the place and with one hand, she helped her to get in the mood with the others

- in fact, it was a win for them

- y/n was having a lot of fun. jumping, singing and dancing with her friend in the middle of the room

- getting some curious gazes

- maybe she looked a little bit intimidated when she had a serious semblant

- but she has *something* that when her mood was in the top, nobody can’t take their gazes of her

- do you remember that scene in pride and prejudice when everyone is dancing and then everyone is in silence cuz the richess came in the room?

- well, that happen exactly when rin and yukio entered to the room

- y/n hearbeat was racing so fast that she need her best friend’s help to calm down

- the organizers quickly approached to introduce them and rin being the one who relaxed the atmosphere, everyone started to dance as they were doing it

- y/n could not help but overlook this gesture and with a slight smile, continued to dance with her friend

- rin immediately noticed y/n and couldn’t help smiling broadly

- a gesture that was not overlooked by his brother and some of the guests

- In the blink of an eye, the effusive music stopped and a ballad accompanied those present.

- y/n's friend left the dance floor, claiming she was too tired from dancing, leaving y/n somewhat restless on the dance floor.

- some boys were ready to pounce on the protagonist of this story, but the blue-haired was quicker and took y/n's hand with an endearing subtlety

- everyone in the room was astonished by this scene and, without looking away, they observed the foreigner's attitudes with suspicion

- on the other hand, y/n was so engrossed in the boy's clothing that, for the first time in her life, she completely ignored everyone around her

- music began to play

- and the two souls began to dance

- that waltz caused some to stop dancing to appreciate the new couple making their way among the guests

- a few others joined the dance, filling the dance floor

- However, the young main characters of this story, were so self-absorbed that they could not even converse

- or rather, it was noticeable that they were conversing with their eyes.

- y/n was so focused on the brightness of the blue-haired boy's eyes that she didn’t allow herself to recognize that the boy was just as lost in the color of her orbs

- the waltz ended and all the participants applauded for such a spectacular piece, causing the laugh of y/n and rin for their moment

- both of them bow at theirselves thanking for the dance and saying their names at the same time

- once again, you went outside to have a walk through the inmense garden around the mansion

- “did you have a good time over there?” he dared to ask

- “it was…magnificent” you replied in a laugh

- the boy couldn't help but laugh in the same way at the words y/n used to describe such an evening, but he simply agreed

- “y/n, i mean, lady y/n…” rin started. "If not inappropriate to ask... may I ask you a complex question?”

- “depends on the question, of course” you played, covering your arms of the cold weather

- “ok, smart lady, it’s about a voyage” he said.

- “are you going to travel?” you ask without notice the disappointment in your voice.

- “yes, but i´m planning to travel with some company…”he continued.

- “oh” you said, with a bitterness climbing through your throat

- “but…” rin started again, taking out his coat to put it over your shoulders “i’d love to have the company of a woman”

- at first instance your face was a poem

- you were analyzing his words but you were being so skeptical that you didn't know if he was implying that you should accompany him.

- maybe you didn’t want to accept that he was proposing indirectly to be his mate in this new journey

- “i think you should go and follow what your hearts want with the people you want” y/n said firmly, starting to walk faster as she could.

- “y/n wait!” rin exclaimed, following your steps easily.

- “it’s okay, duke” you continued without looking back “i get it, believed me, i totally understand your desires and that’s why i’m saying is a good idea”

- he stood in front of you in a glance, surprising you, and seeing directly your eyes, he said: “you aren’t understanding me, i want you to be my company in this journey, i want you to know my kingdom, i want you to be part of my day-to-day”

- you opened your eyes astonished

- he was confessing so honestly that you felt embarrassed for doubting your feelings

- “duke okumura I-“

- “i would totally understand if you rejected me, it’s to soon to confess my feelings but i can’t hide them anymore”

- you blinked effusive by this, immediately your blood was running so fast in your system that you need to watch apart to analyze his words

- obviously you liked him

- but if it was just a summer love? if this really believable? where was the joke?

- rin was very nervous for your silence

- he started overthinking that maybe he precipitated a little bit

- maybe you didn’t like him and there he was exposing himself

- “sorry for wasting your time, my lady” he said, covering his face with his hair and starting to walk to the entrance of the garden

- but same as him, you stood in front of him

- he was so nervous that he didn’t notice your future actions

- you decided to turn off your mind for a second and standing in your toes

- you, finally, kiss him

- he was so shock by your action

- cuz he didn’t expect that

- in fact, he expect anything than that

- you were going to separated from him after noticing his tension

- but rin, being one step ahead of you, grabbed you by the waist to deepen the kiss.

- you were so focused on your moment that you didn’t notice where you were until an old woman shooed you away

- y/n and rin left the place laughing about what happened and being in a more convenient place, you took his hand and said something that made the blue-haired heart swell with enthusiasm

- “Maybe I was to scared to admit my feelings for you, but now on I’m sure I want to travel with you, Rin. I want to be with you and being your company, no matter what happen in the future, I just want to see the world outside this kingdom and it would be a pleasure to discovered it by your side”

- and when you finally said those words, he hugged you so tightly that, for a moment, you felt that your doubts were completely settled

- there was only one thing left to cover

- your mother

- but that would be rin's job, for now, both of you enjoyed each other's company in the moonlight.

- just like when they met for the first time

- that night when their feelings changed completely

- that night when two strangers hit it off as if fate wanted them to be together.

[bethanysnow]

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Her Majesty soon to be Grand Empress of Astruador, Queen of the East Indies, Grand Duchess of the Northern Isles, Princess of Denmark, Duchess of Austria, and Sovereign of the Commonwealth, requests your eligible suitors to send portraits to her Majesty in efforts under the law from the Lord our God that she must be wed before her coronation. It is with great imperative that Her Majesty finds a suitable husband by the end of the summer. We welcome you to her castle with great haste and complete compensation for travels to Astruador if you are the lucky one to be chosen.

Holy Lord bless our Empress

-Sir Jamie Bower, Chamberlain of Her Majesty’s court.

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A little promo for my Jamie Campbell Bower X Reader X Joseph Quinn !historicalAU !RoyalAU because why not? What do yall think?

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HistoricalAU - this idea wouldn't leave me alone; I even researched for historical accuracy (more so that it fits my idea) and I have most of the storyline in my head

First fight & makeup one-shot

Discontinued ideas: 1. red string (angst) - Reason: too OOC, more like a Korean drama (maybe I should write it as a script or something--should I learn Korean?)

[emsxworld]

Angel of Death (IronDad Historical AU): Chapter One-The Unfortunate Witness

...

Peter turned the page, holding the torch around his sister’s head as she rest her head on his chest. The second cartoon was of a dark figure with a fedora hat and the caption read: ‘a man climbed in at the window.’

“What’s Papa’s job?” Morgan asked after a moment.

“He works for Mr. Rogers.”

“Why?”

“Well, Papa didn’t have a father, so Mr. Rogers looked after him.”

“I know that,” she stressed. “But what’s his job?”

Peter went silent, eyes training off the book as he considered. He didn’t know what their father actually did when he was away, but he always took his gun because the boy had seen him disarming the weapon a few times before supper (even if he got the feeling he wasn’t supposed to).

Peter didn’t want to admit his lack of understanding, especially to his little sister, and he tried to escape back in the Lone Ranger.

“He goes on missions for Mr. Rogers…they’re very dangerous, that’s why he brings his gun…”

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[bori-in-secretforest]

A translation of 진혼(Requiem)  by Bori-Han

This is an AU story based on Korean history, and its historical backdrop is the Japanese colonial era (1910-1945). Aug 15th was National Liberation Day of Korea, and that’s why I wrote this AU fic - I dedicated this work to the independence activists who lived that era.  

Meanwhile, I wrote this one in Korean in classic style, and then translated it to English (Aghh it wasn’t easy…!) So there would be some expressions that may be a little bit strange in your eyes. Plz understand! :>

[hackingxbiochemist]

hello guyss, i’m back with another hosie fic! this time it’s a historical soulmates AU, hope you all could enjoy it amidst the weekly disappointments that is legacies s3 that we are given. please, enjoy! <3

[sheithfictioncatalogue]

Do you have any recommendations for western AUs?? I’m seriously lacking in yeehaw!sheith content and I’m hungry for it

Sure, we’ve got a western tag (and a yeehaw tag, but the fics overlap) and here’s a couple more:

Litrinir - subchesters

ongoing, 1/? chapters, 11k. (Mature) Contains: graphic depictions of violence, PTSD, dubious consent

A vampire’s life is long, for this is a fact Shiro knows: he’s had hundreds of years to experience everything and anything that it’s impossible to think anything interesting will happen anymore. He finds himself just going through the motions of it without any real expectations anymore.

It’s not until he meets man named Keith, sick with consumption and bleeding in an alley from an attack by horse thieves on Christmas Eve, that he begins to think something new can happen.

From This Valley - PalomaSheith

2k. (Teen) Contains: murder, attempted murder

Takashi Shirogane was scheduled to hang at noon.And everyone wanted a good seat.Too bad they were all going to be disappointed.

Hot Off The Range - Patch

7k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content

As he watches Keith shifts, a leg propping itself up against one of the rungs of their little garden fence, a hand scritching behind the wolfs ears. Keith looks back off into the desert and Shiro’s breath catches and then wheezes out of him because the pose is so familiar.

“Oh my god,” Shiro blurts out. “You’re my hot cowboy.”

Most Ardently - magisterpavus @saltyshiro

31k. (Mature) Contains: homophobia

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

Mr. Takashi Shirogane, however, wants nothing of the sort.

-Alex

[merlinfic]

Heaven is in the backseat of my cadillac

Author: rosalindscotch

Rating: M

Setting: Historical AU - 1950s, High School

Word Count: 8,985

Summary: 

It's 1952, and Arthur and Merlin take a trip to the passion pit.

Thanks to @thatkindamusicjustsoothesthesoul for sending in their fic!

[vikachizh]

В честь 8 марта-международного женского дня, решила чуть больше рассказать про свое творение и в первую очередь про главную и сильную женскую фигуру в пьесе. Марина Александровна Невская, мать семейства. Молодая женщина 34 лет. В моем воображении она всегда выглядела, как "... женщина, античной красоты Селена!" с почти трупно-бледным лицом, но при этом не лишенная "женского очарования" "Что за мраморная бедность лица, алые ланиты, блестящие впалые глаза, цвета разбушевавшегося моря". Одевалась она соответственно своему статусу, при этом до сих пор чувствуя себя 17 летней девушкой, с всегда открытыми, худенькими плечами.

В раскрытии её натуры важно взаимоотношения с её окружением и членам и семьи. Так она искренни любит свою дочь и племянников, но при этом не может избавиться их от чувства долга перед её собственными стараниями. Марина относится к тому типу людей, которые ничего на самом деле не будут делать добра ради, но лично я оправдываю её тем, что в семье Невских долгое время царил патриархат и с мнением женщин не считались, но после смерти почти всех мужских представителей дома, во главе встала молодая Марина, которую никак не готовили к подобной ответственности и с детства дали ей установку "свадьба-рождение детей-удел женских мечтаний и единственное предназначение хрупкой девушки". Но "Селена" не была хрупкой девушкой, в душе Марина всегда была воином. Так она полюбила молодого моряка-будущего отца Сони, г-на Ребиндера, прибывшего в Петербург с Коллинга, для семьи это был настоящий позор - незамужняя, родила от какого-то морехода. Так 17 летняя Марина столкнулась с первым испытанием -в первую очередь с обсуждением со стороны самых близких, и с ��бщественным порицанием. Единственным родственником, который поддержал героиню был Лука, персональный "свет" молодой Невской. Он, подобно сестре был изгоем в семье, женившись на дочке обедневшего боярина, уехал в Польшу, разорвав связи с семьёй, которая не принимала и не уважал его выбор. Брат с сестрой переписывались, по возможности, приезжал на Родину. Другая неблагосклонность, постигшая Невскую, была смерть почти всех мужчин на войне 1812 года. Тогда на плечи женщины легло воспитание четверых детей-дочери Сони, племянинков Андрея, Дмитрия и Полины. Именно тогда потихоньку стали закладываться недоброжелательные отношение к окружающим, она не могла просто довериться человеку. Единственным человеком, которому она доверяла заботы о детях была англичанка Шарлотта, которая с 18 стала жить в России. И все бы ничего, но гувернантке надо было выплачивать жалование, находчивая Марина Александровна нашла выход и из этой ситуации. Подсуетившись она быстренько выдала иностранку замуж за Тараса Телятина-помещика, со средним достатком. Лотта быстро приняла христианство , а Марина обзавелась полезными связями.

Вот и дошли до последней наиболее важной характеристики героини- ее корыстолюбию и расточительности. Как уже говорилось выше Марина Александровна не привыкла делать что-то за просто так, а если и сделала то непременно напомнит спустя время. Причём её отрицательные качества, как правило распространяются на домочадцев. Ещё будучи беременной она взяла на себя воспитание Андрея-сына Луки, что бы мальчика приняли в кадетский корпус, она "унижалась, перед толстопузыми, седыми, а то и лысыми чинами, ради благополучия Андрюши, все коленки в кровь истерла и обморозила ножки, пока ползала по заледеневшим тротуара на Матвеевом". При этом, она не хочет уходить из зоны комфорта, и иметь дела с неприятными людьми

Невская:Геннадий Борисович, а я не устану гнать вас из дому, ну чего вы привязались, как простуда зимой! Вон, пойдите вон!

Заболотский:Не женщина, а метель, зимняя стужа.

Невская:Молчите, молчите, Катенька прикажи подать тройку.

Дмитрий (отводя тетушку в сторону) Тётушка, ну, что вы вправду (тише) он заполнял какие-то бумаги, я в этом не смыслю, но нам лучше расположить его.

Больше остальных хозяйке поместья "задолжала" Катерина Алексеевна (Шарлотта). Принятая в семью в молодости в роли гувернантки, девушка сблизилась с ровесником Андреем. У молодых людей быстро возникли более глубокие и сильные чувства друг к другу, но влюблённым не суждено было быть вместе:Невская, заподозрив, племянника и англичанку в связи, быстро позаботились о том что бы пристроить помощницу в семью барина Телятина. И даже спустя время продолжала напоминать о своём "благородном поступке" Лотте.

Невская:Нет никакой Лотты, есть только Екатерина Алексеевна, христианского вероисповедания, жена уважаемого господина Телятина, и коль в тебе осталась хоть капля уважения, то даже не смей смотреть в её сторону. Забудь, а если узнаб, что вы с ней-прогоню обоих, не задумываясь.

Катерина:Если это поможет вам, Марина Александровна, я готова пойти на такую несоизмеримую жертву.

Невская:Шарлотта, не выставляй меня тираном, я прошу об одной маленькой услуги, разве она чего-то стоит по сравнению с тем, что я сделала для тебя за все эти годы.

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In honor of March 8, International Women's Day, I decided to tell a little more about my creation and, first of all, about the main and strong female figure in the play. Marina Aleksandrovna Nevskaya, mother of the family. Young woman 34 years old. In my imagination, she always looked like "... a woman of antique beauty Selena!" with an almost corpse-pale face, but at the same time not devoid of "feminine charm" "What a marble poverty of a face, scarlet cheeks, shining sunken eyes, the color of a raging sea." She dressed according to her status, while still feeling like a 17-year-old girl, with always open, thin shoulders.

In revealing her nature, the relationship with her environment and members and family is important. So she sincerely loves her daughter and nephews, but at the same time she cannot get rid of their sense of duty to her own efforts. Marina belongs to the type of people who will not really do anything for the good, but I personally justify her by the fact that patriarchy reigned in the Nevsky family for a long time and the opinion of women was not taken into account, but after the death of almost all male representatives of the house, in The head was a young Marina, who was not prepared for such responsibility in any way, and from childhood they gave her the installation "wedding-birth of children is the lot of women's dreams and the only purpose of a fragile girl." But "Selena" was not a fragile girl, Marina has always been a warrior at heart. So she fell in love with the young sailor-future father of Sonya, Mr. Rebinder, who arrived in St. Petersburg from Colling, for the family it was a real shame - unmarried, gave birth to some kind of sailor. So 17-year-old Marina faced the first test - first of all, with a discussion from her closest ones, and with public censure. The only relative who supported the heroine was Luka, the personal "light" of the young Nevskaya. He, like his sister, was an outcast in the family, having married the daughter of an impoverished boyar, he left for Poland, severing ties with his family, which did not accept and did not respect his choice. Brother and sister corresponded, if possible, came to his homeland. Another disagreement that befell the Nevsky was the death of almost all men in the war of 1812. Then the upbringing of four children fell on the shoulders of the woman - the daughter of Sonya, the nephews of Andrei, Dmitry and Polina. It was then that an unfriendly attitude towards others began to slowly form, she could not just trust a person. The only person whom she trusted to take care of the children was the Englishwoman Charlotte, who from 18 began to live in Russia. And all would be fine, but the governess had to pay a salary, resourceful Marina Alexandrovna found a way out of this situation. In a hurry, she quickly married the foreigner to Taras Velyatin, a landowner with an average income. Lotta quickly converted to Christianity, and Marina acquired useful contacts.

So we got to the last most important characteristic of the heroine - her greed and extravagance. As mentioned above, Marina Aleksandrovna is not used to doing something for nothing, and if she did, she will certainly remind her after a while. Moreover, its negative qualities, as a rule, extend to household members. While still pregnant, she took upon herself the upbringing of Andrei, the son of Luka, so that the boy would be accepted into the cadet corps, she "humiliated herself in front of the fat, gray-haired, and even bald ranks, for the sake of Andryusha's well-being, rubbed all her knees into blood and froze her legs until crawled along the frozen sidewalk on Matveyev. " At the same time, she does not want to leave her comfort zone and deal with unpleasant people.

Nevskaya: Gennady Borisovich, and I won't get tired of driving you out of the house, why are you attached, like a cold in winter! Get out, get out!

Zabolotsky: Not a woman, but a blizzard, winter cold.

Nevskaya: Be silent, be silent, Katenka order to submit a troika.

Dmitry (taking auntie aside) Auntie, well, what are you really (quieter) he was filling out some papers, I don't understand this, but we'd better arrange him.

Katerina Alekseevna (Charlotte) "owed" the owner of the estate more than the rest. Adopted to the family in her youth as a governess, the girl became close to her peer Andrey. The young people quickly developed deeper and stronger feelings for each other, but the lovers were not destined to be together: Nevskaya, suspecting the nephew and the Englishwoman in connection, quickly took care of finding an assistant in the family of the master Telyatin. And even after a while she continued to remind Lotte of her "noble deed".

Nevskaya: There is no Lotta, there is only Yekaterina Alekseevna, of Christian faith, the wife of the respected Mr. Telyatin, and if you have even a drop of respect left in you, then don't even dare look in her direction. Forget it, but if you find out that you are with her, run both of them without hesitation.

Katerina: If this helps you, Marina Alexandrovna, I am ready to make such a disproportionate sacrifice.

Nevskaya: Charlotte, do not make me a tyrant, I am asking for one small favor, is it really worth something compared to what I have done for you over the years.

[sasusaku-fanficarchive]

➤ Sunrise

They say hello more times than goodbye, and Sakura thinks it might be for the best. Especially when it's time to go. / (AU) War-torn Japan, 1600s. Married life.

Rated: M  - Romance/Angst  - Published: Dec 23, 2017 - Ongoing

[weirdxstarseed]

✦ ꙳ Wildest Dreams . ⁺ ✦ part 1

Content: BridgertonAU!, HistoricalAU!, VictorianAU!, past lives, fluff, slice of life, strangers to lovers., rin okumura x y/n reader!

today was the event of the year

everyone in the country was so excited about the new event 

that the doors of the royal palace were opened

It was very important for the ladies being approved by the Queen.

In fact, was an extreme success in their lives 

except for one girl that always hated the public events

her name was “y/n”

she was very famous in the country by her fierce personality 

but nobody had the confidence to court her

except and stranger that was secretly interested in her

But that would be show in a moment

Now on, we continue telling that “y/n” was hiding in her house denying to go outside and prepare herself to the ceremony

Her mother was so pissed off by her attitude that with the help of y/n's friends, they took her out of the room so they could finally started dressing her and style her hair

when they finished.

“y/n” was wearing a beautiful light blue dress and all her hair wrapping up in a bun with flowers

by her mom and friends sights the view was pretty proud for her

But this kiddo was still annoyed to be dress to a ceremony that she didn’t considerate important

Obviously she feel pretty

But her thoughts were more like “I prefer being with my cow and stay there reading something”

The night arrived and all the ladies were going to the great palace

Luxurious carriages and aesthetic horses were in the entrance of the place

And an anxious “y/n” was walking to there

She didn’t knew what was on her way that night

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• She entered to the ball and all the ladies were enlisted in the entrance of the big room

• Her hands started to sweat a little bit

• But her pride was stronger than a bunch of tricky nerves

• A tall man appeared in y/n vision and ask for her presence

• All the girls were analyzing her

• From the top of her head till her shoes

• She walked strictly straight placing in front of your majesty the queen Anastasia.

• Of course, the queen watched her from top to toe, but was more attracted by the way y/n eyes express everything that was crossing her mind

• “Tell me, y/n…which are your goals for this season?”, she continued, “As you can see, many ladies in here are waiting my approval but I can perceive your energy from here, and im totally convinced that you’d love to be in another place than in here”

• Shit, y/n thought.

• Y/N gulped, clearing her mind as she thought, she reply the truth “You’re right, your majesty” everyone in the room gasped astonished as y/n response, but she continued “But it doesn’t matter being uncomfortable around a lot of people if I know my goals and the reason I’m here”.

• The queen satisfied by that response, asked “And what’s that reason, lady Y/N?”

• “Being and honor for my family and of course being someone stunning for the people around me, but the most important, being someone meaningful for myself”.

• All the big room stayed in silence analyzing the words that were bubbling in the air.

• Your majesty was so refresh about that words and with a big smile, she stand up of her throne and placed in front of y/n

• For an instance, y/n was creep as hell, maybe she said something the queen didn’t like

• But when she saw the queens smile, sigh in relief

• “Me, the queen Anastasia Carolina…agrees that lady y/n is capable to be a future dame of the court”

• the room was filled with applause

the attonishment of y/n was so big that after thanking the queen for her approval, she run out of the place with the help of her pair of legs

leaving the court and the queen, laughing at such an action.

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After that stressful but glorious moment of her life

Y/N decided that running home as fast as her legs would allow was a good idea.

but

without noticed it

She collided with someone in the middle of the ride.

and not a regular person

no, she collided with the duke of the foreign lands

obviously she didn't know who was

"tsk" you heard form the other person.

"damn it" you mumbled it, feeling how the embarrasment was climbing to your face.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was running" you said, standing up of the floor, cleaning your dress.

"I see..." he said, lifting up too. " why the hell you were running like someone was trying to kill you?" he asked with a stange curiosity in his voice.

"Ah..." you hesitated, "I'd loved to explain you, sir. But I don't think it's any of your business" you said, watching carefully the face of the first guy who was having an actual conversation with you.

He smiled at you when he heard your reply and a little bit indignant, he cross his arms in front of his chest.

"Maybe is my business, after all, you run into me"

"Oh sweet jesus" you thought, "he's going to be a headache"

"As I said, sir..." you started saying, "I'd love to tell you my reasons but i need to run out from here and go to another place, so...if you excuse me..."

"wait, where are you going? aren't you coming here for the approval of the queen?"

"I'M SORRY I CAN'T HEAR YOU" you screamed, after lifting completely your dress and start running again.

The guy was so amazed by your skills that a big smile was tracing in his lips.

"CAN YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME, AT LEAST?" he screamed, believing you wouldn't heard him.

But again, surprising everyone even yourself

you stop for a second and screamed back

"MY NAME IS Y/N"

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A/N: sorry for the delay, i want to write as much time as possible but maybe this would be a good introduction for myself. also saying briefly that if you want to read something in spanish written by me, i'm in wattpad as: @starcreature_

but now on, idk if it's a good idea to make this for several parts. . . let me know what you think

[northernxstories]

New addition to the Historical Fantasy Plots 

Courtship of a Wayward Girl: By all appearances she is a proper young woman of her time and until now, she has not particularly caught the eye of any young gentleman. He clearly adores her and is conducting himself like the perfect gentleman in his effort to court the young beauty. Under those proper appearances is a young woman who has given herself over to all the wrong sorts behind the scenes (could be someone of another class or similar such as the gardener or gardener’s son or if we want to make it dark and terrible, her step-brother/brother/father/family friend/guardian/son of guardian etc) who have made use of her repeatedly. 

Plot options:

Her perfect gentleman finds out and uses this information to torment her and force her hand into marrying him (dark version). 

He finds out and participates in her debasement (even darker). 

Fluffy version is that he rescues her from this torment and weds her but alas he no longer touches her (for the purpose of fun filled angst with hopefully/maybe a happy ending).