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Our Bumblebee 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Imagine baby Bee in her little bear onesie waddling up to Bucky with her hand out. His heart is already melting at the sight of her adorable chubby face and then she's says pwease before smiling. Her brilliant grin showing off her two brand new little teeth.
He's a goner. The notoriously stoic mobster is a complete and utter softie for his baby. Unabashedly so.
Bee wants another snack? He's sneaking her into the kitchen and raiding the cupcakes you left cooling on the rack.
A new toy? He's getting two just in case she loses the first one.
She wants him to stop working and read her a book? He's putting Stark on hold and reading his baby a book.
And all it took was a little 'pwease Papa' and a sweet grin.
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flowersandbigteeth · 3 days
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Looking for a saucy medieval tradition to weave into your historical romances? Have no fear, foot-of-the-gallows marriage is here! Basically, if a man was about to be hanged and a woman stepped forward and said “I will marry this man!” he was spared because it was was seen as like “oh, she’ll rehabilitate him so we don’t have to kill him.” Now, I heard this from tiktok, so I could be wrong, and it could just be a folk tale or something that rarely happened in actuality. Either way, it’s a cool troupe I think more people should use (and I myself will be using). I think it would work really well with Orcs and Elves!
This is such an intriguing idea! I had to try it. If you end up writing it, tag me, if you are comfortable! I'd love to see what you do with it ^_^
I keep getting Orc ideas, and I can't resist them *feral invasive Orc thoughts* ( ̄ w ̄)Ψ
Orc (Saber) x GN elf reader
Word Count: 6K
TW: discussion of hanging, bad mother, sfw Orc fluff, a bit of melancholy with a happy ending, nonsexual mention of private body parts in the context of bathing
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“Goodness, what’s this all about?” you grumbled, clutching your basket closer to you as you made your way through the crowd. 
The stench of rotten vegetables and too many people lingered in the air. 
“It’s a hanging,” a helpful imp beamed, hopping on his tiptoes to see over the crowd. Why people gathered all around to watch someone die, you had no idea, but more importantly, the crowd was blocking your path home. Industrious vendors selling ale and popcorn wove through the throng to collect what coins they could from the event. In the capital, everyone had a hustle, and few left the chance to make some money at the table. 
“Out of the way!” You shouted, shouldering whoever was unlucky enough to be in your way. 
The voice of the city guardsman who was reading off a list of offenses to the crowd drowned yours out, but with a few well-placed shoves, you managed to make it to the front. You were looking around, trying to figure out how to get across the plaza, when you glanced up to see a familiar face. 
“It’s you!” you blurted as your eyes locked with the brilliant chartreuse irises of the Orc standing on the gallows. 
He gave you a wan smile, lifting his tied hands to wave at you. His straight nose was up in the air as if all the rabble around him should be fortunate to have the privilege of watching him die. The thick olive locs you remembered being long had been roughly chopped short around his ears. Still, even dressed in an ill-fitting prison jumpsuit, he had a regal air about him. His barrel chest was puffed, strong muscles peaking between the frayed fabric. 
“Fifty counts of robbery…25 counts of counterfeiting gold coins…seven counts of horse theft…”
The Orc you’d met before’s name was Saber. He’d helped you get your broken cart into town one rainy afternoon…, and then he’d also stolen your necklace, which you’d realized after he’d disappeared. 
“As per the King’s edict, If any citizen pledges to save this soul from the gallows by way of marriage, please step forth.” 
Though he was handsome, no one raised their hands to save him. Instead, they all booed. Judging by the rotten vegetables hurled at him, he seemed to have robbed almost everyone in the capital. 
“Aye!” you shouted, hiking up your pants to pull yourself onto the stage. 
The guardsmen’s eyebrows shot up when you’d straightened yourself.
“I’ll marry the sorry bastard.” 
“Are you sure? He’ll most likely rob you and run off. He’s better off dead.” 
“I have business with this one,” you informed him, snapping your fingers. “Come on then. Let’s get this over with.” 
The guardsman shrugged and jerked the noose off of his neck, a little disappointed. The crowd wasn’t happy either, hurling insults along with their vegetables. 
“Quiet! Quiet!” the guardsman shouted after shoving Saber forward for the “ceremony.”
He took a deep breath, jerking a notebook out of his pocket.
“Alright,” he began, snorting. “State your name for the record.” 
“(Y/N).”
“Lovely elven name,” he murmured as he jotted it down. “Now then, do you (Y/N) take this here, criminal, Saber Wintermaple to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 
You gave him a sharp nod. 
“I do.” 
He swung a lazy eye at Saber. 
“Do you Saber Wintermaple, take this kind elf to be your betrothed?” 
He gave you a bright smile. 
“I do.” 
The guardsman snapped the book closed, shoving Saber towards you. 
“I hereby declare you two duly betrothed under the King’s law. This Orc is your problem now, citizen. You’d better keep him out of trouble, or you’ll be up here next to him!”
He handed you the thick rope looped around the binding, keeping Saber’s hands tied, and waved you two off. The audience, bored without bloodshed, had already started dispersing, making it easy for you to tug Saber towards the road leading to the forest. 
“I didn’t know I made such a pleasant impression,” Saber said cheerfully, following you out of town.
You whirled around and jammed a finger in his face. 
“I wouldn’t describe it as pleasant. You owe me a gold necklace! Give it back, or you can work off the coin you owe me!” 
He chuckled.
“I’m fresh out of coins, little elf.” 
He scratched his chin and looked up, thinking. 
“I’m pretty sure I lost that necklace in a game of dice.” 
He shrugged. 
“You lost my only possession of any value in a game of dice?” 
You scrubbed your hand over your face, counting back from ten so you didn’t explode.  
“Maybe I should have let you die.”
Frowning, you looked over him from toe to head. 
“At least you look strong enough. I’m sure I can find something useful for you to do!” 
You stopped where the two of you stood in the middle of the trail and pulled a small charm from your basket. 
“I was going to use this on my coin purse since there was a thief on the loose, but it’s probably better applied to you!” 
You looped the charm around his neck, closing your eyes to whisper the spell. A gust of spirit wind, fluffed your hair as the magic twirled around Saber. When you opened your eyes again, there was a blue thread linking the two of you that only you could see. 
“What was that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on you. 
“It’s a binding spell, so you can’t run off with my stuff again,” you explained.
His eyebrows jumped, and he tugged at the little talisman around his neck. 
“It won’t come off.” 
You nodded proudly. 
“Exactly.”
He took a moment to examine you carefully, tapping his chin again. 
“Interesting,” he murmured.  
“What? What does that mean?” 
He smiled and shrugged.
“Lead the way, spouse.” 
You sighed, turning and pulling him through the bumpy trail in the woods to your little home. When you’d fled your homeland to the Capital, you’d been lucky to find an abandoned cottage outside the city walls. It wasn’t massive, with only the basic living quarters, but it must have at some point belonged to someone’s Saber’s size, as the door and counters were much too high. You’d spent much of the money you earned selling charms and ointments, buying stools and ladders to reach things. 
“You poor thing,” Saber sighed as you passed through the magic barrier you’d cast to keep your home hidden from bandits.
“You don’t need to patronize me,” you huffed. “You’re the one almost hanged and run out of town.” 
He ignored you, looking around. 
“I feel kind of bad for stealing your necklace now that I’ve seen where you live. This place is a mess.” 
You examined your home, trying to see it through his eyes. Every available surface was covered in books, alchemy equipment, or ingredients. Even the chairs were covered in cast-off scrolls, books, or charms. 
“It’d be nice to have a workshop,” you admitted. “But that’s much too expensive.”
You straightened your slumping shoulders and lifted your chin. 
“No matter, you won’t be spending much time sitting down. I’ve got loads of things that need doing.” 
He gave you a sharp nod and held out his hands. 
“You’ll have to untie me if you want me to work.” 
Pulling a small blade from your basket, you sawed through the thick binding. Free to move as he pleased, he wrung his stiff wrists as he perused your living room. Occasionally he would pick something up, then put it down again, finally crouching to examine a bucket filled with water. 
“What are you doing?” 
He peered up at the leak in the roof that was letting rainwater drip through. 
“This needs fixing, or the roof will rot out.”
Pushing off of his knees, he turned to you. 
“How long have you been living alone?” 
You blushed, embarrassed. 
“I dunno, my whole life, I guess. The elven town where I came from didn’t have an orphanage or anything, so when I was old enough, I took off toward the capital. It took a while to get here…but here I am. I thought there would be more…I don’t know…opportunity here.” 
“How has that worked out for you? Living in a house clearly not meant for you and marrying a man on the gallows.” 
You gave him an indignant snuff. 
“At least I’m not a thief!” 
He chuckled, leaning against a bookshelf, rolling a gold coin on his knuckles. Your eyes narrowed on it, and you reached in your pocket to find you’d been relieved of your day’s earnings. 
“Hey! You stole that!” 
He laughed, revealing straight white teeth, and jingled the other coins in his pocket. 
“Don’t worry, I can’t get away with it, right?” 
You sucked in a deep annoyed breath. 
“I have things to do. Make yourself useful and chop some wood. It’s going to be cold when the sun sets.” 
“Whatever you say, spouse,” he replied, giving you a sarcastic salute as you dropped your basket and hurried to the kitchen to get started on dinner. 
What had you been thinking marrying a criminal? You paused for a moment, eyes growing misty. You didn’t really think he still had your necklace, did you? You let out a sigh just short of a sob. Were you really that lonely? Maybe it hurt that he’d been so kind to you, just to trick you. You should have been happy to see him hanged, yet the lingering magic that followed all elves had whispered that you ought to save him. 
But why? You weren’t in any position to support a husband. Though you’d instructed yourself on the knowledge of various potions and charms, you weren’t the only one. The city was teaming with Academy-bred alchemists who far surpassed your skill. They had access to rare ingredients and an army of assistants. You had to scrape out a living selling your wares far cheaper than the competition even to get noticed at the market. Hustling day to day, you certainly didn’t have the time or money to pretty yourself up to find a partner. 
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you grumbled, returning to chopping tubers for soup. 
A thick THWACK, drew your eyes out the kitchen window to Saber splitting logs across the lawn. He’d divested himself of his ratty shirt, and every thick muscle was on display as he lifted the ax over his head and dropped it down again. The logs felt apart like they were nothing more than twigs under his might. 
Your eye focused on the dark, wet slashes across his shoulder blades where his jailors had beaten him. He must have felt your eyes on him because he glanced up and waved. Blushing, you hurriedly pulled the curtains, returning to your task. 
Unable to get his injuries out of your mind, you felt bad for making him chop wood while he was hurt. When you’d plopped the tubers into your cooking pot, you gathered up some healing and numbing salves, making your way out the door. 
“Need something?” he asked, looking up from his task. 
“Sit down,” you barked. 
A thick eyebrow rose, and he tipped his head. 
“Why? Planning on lobbing my head off?” 
You wrinkled your nose at him. 
“No, of course not! You’re massive. How would I even go about burying your body? I can’t have a rotting corpse stinking up the place. Just sit!” 
He leaned his axe against the stump he was using to brace the wood and sat down on it. You dug in your basket, pulling out some cleanser to clean the wounds. Beside the big ugly gashes, Saber’s skin was a smooth, pretty green, the planes of his muscles sharp and defined. The first brush of your hand on his back made him jump. 
“S-sorry,” you muttered.
“‘Ts fine. Just not used to people touching me. Go on.” 
You spread the thick gel you used carefully over each angry line. 
“What do you mean? You’ve never had a partner before me?” 
He paused for a moment before he jerked his head. 
“I had a girlfriend once, but she left me.” 
“Why?” 
“Some noble offered her his hand and well…I couldn’t compete.”
He sighed. 
“She was happy to keep me on as her side piece, but I’ve got too much of an ego to be someone’s toy.” 
Your eyebrows jumped at his candor, but you just hummed, plastering clean wraps to his skin so the wounds could heal. His skin was warm under your fingers, making the tips tingle. When you were done, you found yourself tipping forward on your toes to peck the back of his neck. When you’d realized what you’d done, your ears burned, and you coughed loudly. 
“Sorry, ah…sorry,” you muttered, unsure what to say. “You’re…ah…going to have to sleep on your stomach, so you don’t make these worse.” 
He swiveled around to look at you, smiling. 
“Thanks, doc!”
“I’m not a doctor.” 
He shrugged. 
“What’s the difference?” 
“Ten years of special-”
You shook your head, realizing he was teasing you.
“I think that’s enough wood for tonight. Come inside. Dinner’s almost ready.” 
He grinned at you, his stomach grumbling, as he scooped up some of the wood he’d cut and tucked it under one arm. You wondered how much they let him eat in prison, worried he was starving. 
“What’d my sweet little spouse cook for me?” he asked. 
“Just some sweet potato soup. It’s not gourmet.” 
He frowned. 
“No meat?” 
You blinked at him. 
“You have all the money I made today in your pocket. How can I afford meat with those few coins?” 
He nodded, appearing to be thinking through the problem thoroughly. 
When you returned inside, you dipped the two of you bowls of soup, filling his twice as much as yours. You assured yourself it was because he couldn’t work without proper nutrition, not because you liked him. 
“So how far does this magic thingie let me go?” he asked as you sat down at the table. 
“Why, trying to run off?” 
He smirked. 
“No, why would I want to run away from you?” 
He chewed on a big spoonful of sweet potatoes before he continued. 
“I’ve got a cute little spouse who makes me dinner and kisses my cuts.” 
Your cheeks blew up in flames, and you choked on a mouthful of soup. You tried to retain your composure by quickly wiping your mouth with a napkin. 
“A couple of miles in any direction.” 
“Wow, didn’t think you’d give me such a long leash.” 
You shrugged. 
“I can’t be right at your side every minute.” 
He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. 
“You don’t want me by your side every minute of the day?” 
Unsure if he was joking or not, you jerked your spoon at his soup. 
“Let’s…stop talking for a while. Eat up. You’ll need your strength.” 
While the two of you ate quietly, you did your best to keep your eyes on your bowl. Every time you happened to glance up, he was watching you with an odd smile on his face. Almost like satisfaction. 
You were relieved when you finally finished and could turn your back on him to rinse the dishes. 
“You can take the bed if you want,” you called over your shoulder as you stood on your tip toes to return the bowls to the cabinet. As your arm stretched, Saber appeared behind you, plucking the dishes out of your hand and easily placing them where they were supposed to go. 
“Where are you going to sleep?” he asked, extending a hand to help you off of the little ladder you were perched on. 
“There’s a couch in the living room.” 
He wrinkled his nose. 
“It’s covered in stuff.” 
You shrugged, trying to hurry past him. 
“I’ll clean it up.”
You found your feet swinging in the air as he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. 
“Wh-what are you doing?” 
“My spouse is not sleeping on the sofa. I never thought I’d have a spouse, so I’ve got to take proper care of you.” 
He patted your butt for emphasis. 
“Are you crazy?” you snapped, only not banging on his back with your fists because he was injured. “We can’t sleep together! We just met!” 
Your body bounced on his shoulder as he chuckled. 
“You weren’t concerned with that when you insisted on marrying me!” 
“They were going to kill you!” 
He flopped you down on your bed, caging you in with his big arms. His head dipped to drag the tip of his nose along the length of your neck. 
“So you do like me!” he whispered into your skin. 
“I do not,” you huffed, pushing his chest.
Though your muscles did nothing to move him, he rose so you could scoot out across the bed. You quickly scrambled into the bathroom to change into your pajamas. 
When you came back out, Saber was slipping off his pants. 
“What are you doing now?” You gasped, cheeks heating at the sight of the thick shaft hanging between his legs.  
He glanced up, a slight smirk on his face as he folded his clothes. 
“I can't sleep in these prison clothes. I'll get the sheets all dirty!” 
You sighed, rubbing your eyes. He was right. He was filthy from sleeping on dirty straw in prison. 
“Come on,” you said, flicking two fingers at him. “You need a bath. You’re probably covered in fleas! 
Fortunately, your house came equipped with one large enough to fit Saber’s big body. With a flick of your fingers, the tub was filled, and with a few whispers of a spell, the water was hot. 
“Get in,” you said. 
Making himself comfortable, he looked back at you over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised. 
“You tryin’ to watch? Naughty little elf!” 
You let out a long sigh. 
“No, I’m just going to ensure you don’t get your bandages wet, or it will all have been a waste. Supplies are expensive,” you huffed, picking up the sponge. “Now, sit still!”
Saber smirked but let you lift each of his arms as you scrubbed him. 
“So how did your old girlfriend take it when you decided you wouldn’t be your affair partner?”
He glanced at you, eyes ever thoughtful. His long look brought heat to your cheeks. 
“Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.” 
He shrugged, his jaw tightening. 
“She was rather smug. She spent her whole life wishing to elevate herself.” 
A long sigh slipped past his lips. 
“I could never make her happy. I lied, cheated, stole; whatever I could do…but she looked down her nose at all of it.”
Your mouth fell open. 
“I’m…I’m sorry. You don’t have to…”
He waved a thick hand, his warm palm gently landing on your head and lightly ruffling your hair. 
“Think nothing of it. It’s kind of nice to get it off my chest.” 
“So that’s why you're a crook? To make her happy?”
He smirked. 
“I was a crook. Now I’m a married man. I can’t get into trouble. I have a spouse who relies on me.” 
He pinched your chin. 
“Prison was difficult enough without knowing I was missing out on such a cute little face. Now, it would crush me.” 
Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you jerked your head away, grabbing the nearest towel and tossing it to him. 
“Careful, don’t jostle your bandages,” you wheezed before making your escape. “Whoever lived here before left some clothes in the chest by the door. They ought to fit.” 
You were so busy slowing your beating heart that you blew out the lantern and slid into your bed without thinking Saber would soon follow. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to feign sleep, when you heard his heavy footsteps approach. He paused for a moment, doing Goddess knows what, before he carefully laid down next to you. 
The mattress dipped under his weight, and your body slid into his. You heard him draw in a sharp breath as your warm forms pressed together. 
“Mind your wounds. Make sure you sleep on your side,” you whispered into the darkness. 
You felt him adjust slightly, and then a heavy arm draped over your waist. Despite yourself, it was warm and the weight felt nice. Comforting. Now that he’d used your soap, he smelled like home. His breath brushed the hairs on your neck and another arm slid underneath you to use as a pillow. You would have pulled away, but you’d never slept so close to someone before. 
Living on the street for most of your life, left you with scars. You didn’t realize how deep they’d cut you until Saber’s large body curled around yours. You felt safe. 
When you woke the next morning, the bed next to you was empty. Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, wondering where he’d gone. Had it all been a dream? 
The pile of dirty prison clothes folded and placed on top of a chest proved that it had not. 
Breathing slowly, in the meditation you’d taught yourself, you stretched your awareness out, reaching for the blue thread. Saber was half a mile from you. You wondered what he could possibly be doing. 
“Orc things, probably,” you muttered, making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up. 
It wasn’t like he could run off; there was nothing in that direction but trees. Through the window, you could see the sun up over the tree line, telling you that you’d slept much later than usual. 
Usually, you’d have left at sunrise to sell your wares in the Capital market, but it was far too late now. Instead, you grabbed an apple from the kitchen and started fussing with your alchemy materials. Now that Saber was living with you, you were sure you needed to straighten up so he didn’t break something. 
Walking across the room, you automatically skipped around the bucket on the floor; only the bucket was gone. You frowned, but looking at the ceiling, someone had replaced one of the boards with a fresh one. Had Saber done that while you were sleeping? 
You huffed, returning to straightening your books. At least he’s putting himself to work. 
You were trying to remember the order in which a pair of books written in ancient elven were arranged alphabetically when the bell above your door jingled. 
Since your home was hidden with magic, the bell told you someone was nearby. It was a charm you rarely used. No one had any reason to look for you. The most it had rung was when you ordered a special cauldron or tomb and happened to have the cash to have it delivered. 
Curious if a traveler was lost, you put your books down and wandered outside. 
“Morning, spouse!” 
Saber’s voice made you jump when he appeared hauling a deer on his shoulders. 
“What’s that?” 
He shrugged the creature off of his shoulders. 
“Meat!” he announced proudly. 
You nodded at him, your eyes catching on his bare chest, glazed with a sheen of sweat. 
“Where are you off to?” he asked. 
“Someone is here,” you murmured, forcing your gaze from the sharp planes of his muscles to continue down the path. 
A shadow draped over you, and you glanced up to see him looming. 
“What are you doing?” 
“I’m going with you. It could be someone dangerous.” 
You shook your head but continued on your way with him in tow. 
“Helloooo? Helllloooo?” 
A female voice was screaming through the trees. When you rounded the bend, your eyes landed on an expensive carriage and a beautiful fairy shouting at the top of her lungs.  Her pink hair fell in glittering curls around her shoulders, and matching wings emerged from her back.
“Damn it! Saber! Where the fuck are you?” 
“Can I help you?” you asked as you stepped through your magic barrier. 
Her eyes narrowed, but not on you. She looked directly behind you. 
“Saber! There you are!” 
She grinned, fluttering her winds and flying past you. Irritation immediately pricked your heart as the woman threw her arms around him. Turning around, you found him looking at her with wide eyes. 
“Melody…what are you doing here? How did you find me?” 
“I’m here to see you, of course. I heard you were going to be hung, but an elf saved you! I asked around the market and was told you’d been taken here. I was so worried!” 
When she cupped his chin with her delicate hand, you crossed your arms, eyes narrowing. 
“Not someone. Me.” you interjected. 
You marched towards Saber and grabbed him by the arm. 
“Saber is my husband. Who are you?” 
She wrinkled her nose at you, ignoring your question. Her hand slid down Saber’s chest despite you. 
“Is there someplace we can talk? Privately?” 
Saber’s shocked face tightened. 
“I don’t think that’s an appropriate ask in front of my spouse, Melody.” 
She scoffed. 
“You’ve been married…what? 8 hours? Saber, I think I more than deserve a little of your time. Especially as the mother of your child.” 
Your jaw dropped, and your hand pulled away from Saber. It was true, you’d only known him for a few hours, but a child was something he ought to have mentioned. 
His brow drew, looking between you and her. 
“What child?” 
She huffed, frowning at you. 
“Fine…If you must do this, this way.” 
She turned to the carriage and yelled. 
“Nora, bring the baby!” 
A maid climbed out of the carriage holding a small whimpering bundle. You gasped as the woman presented Saber with a little green newborn. 
Saber’s eyes popped, his mouth opening and closing as the maid pressed the child into his hands. 
“This…he…is mine?” 
Melody nodded. 
“Yes, and it’s time for you to take responsibility.” 
He glanced up at her. 
“You want to get back together?” 
She let out a cruel but trilling laugh. 
“Oh heavens no. I need you to take him. Dante hasn’t seen him yet. He thinks I’ve delivered his child. I had the maids tell him I was recovering for the past month so I could sneak him out. If he finds out I’ve been carrying your baby this whole time, he’ll throw me out on the street!” 
Anger roiled under your skin. 
“So what baby are you going to present to him?” you demanded. 
She snorted as if that were a foolish question. 
“I’ll get a baby from the slums. Plenty of mothers would happily give their child the life of a Lord’s son without question.”
She fluttered her iridescent wings. 
“It only need be a fairy child.” 
You could see the pain and confusion settle on Saber’s face. Stepping between the two of them, you gently pried the bundle out of Saber’s hands, looking at his cute little button nose and glossy baby curls. 
“Of course, we will take him, but on one condition.” 
She glanced at you. 
“What do you want? Money?”
You let out a tight chuff. 
“No. We never want to see you again. If he is our baby, he is ours. Don’t think you can change your mind and come running back here looking for him or Saber. The second you step foot in your carriage, this child and my husband are dead to you.” 
Her eyes jerked to Saber. 
“Saber. You can’t mean that. Of course, I want to see you…Dante, however, can’t know. You understand, don't you? This is everything we've dreamed about! You ought to support me!"
You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
"I grew up in the gutter, too," you hissed. "But I'd never treat someone the way you have treated my husband. He is too good for you and I won't tolerate you buzzing around us like a nasty fly."
She glared at you.
"He's my child! You're just jealous Saber and I have history!"
Saber's jaw locked, and he put his arm around you, giving her a disgusted grimace. 
“Have you named him?” he asked. 
She looked contrite but lifted her chin. 
“I…ah…it didn’t occur to me...” 
He nodded and glanced down at you, holding his child. 
“Then…I agree with (Y/N). You’ll never know his name. You’ll never see him grow. You’ll never return to ruin our peace.” 
“But Saber-” 
“Don’t say my husband’s name, either.” you snapped. “You thought you’d come here and drop all of your responsibilities in his lap and then keep stringing him along as a toy? It’s not going to work like that. You have your family, and we have ours.” 
You jerked your chin at her. 
“Make your choice. Either leave the child or be prepared to explain to your husband who he belongs to. Those are the only options.”
Her pretty face contorted into an ugly, wrinkled mask, and she lifted her skirt to turn on her heels. 
“Fine! It’s not like I want the child of a thief anyway!”  
Snapping at her maid, she hovered back to her carriage, and they disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust. You smiled down at the little baby, who’d managed to sleep through the drama. 
“Saber, I know I shouldn’t have spoken for you…I just- He deserves better than to grow up with the knowledge his mother believes him to be less than. Can you imagine him living as her secret? Sneaking around to hide him? If she passed him in the street, she’d ignore him to preserve her status. He’d be heartbroken. I won’t let that happen. I hope I didn’t overstep, but I’m not sorry for it.” 
He dropped to his knees, eyes wet, and pushed his head into your shoulder. His big arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tight.
“You said just the right thing,” he murmured, then turned his head to look at his son. “What should we name him?” 
You smiled at him. 
“Let’s talk it over over lunch.” 
The two of you walked back down the path together, both having a hard time keeping your gaze off the baby. He wriggled in his sleep, making you both see hearts.
“Maybe we should move,” you murmured. “Just to be sure…and to give him a fresh start.” 
He looked down at you. 
“You won’t miss this place?” 
You sighed. 
“No…this is just a house. We have a family now. He should grow up in a happy little town, not the capital…we’ll have to save for a few months, but I think we can do it.” 
“We don’t have to save. I have plenty of money.” 
You froze in your tracks, looking up at him.
“What? I thought you said you were broke?” 
He smiled down at you. 
“I meant I didn't have any coin on me. I didn’t just piss all of my ill-gotten gains away. I hid them. Follow me.” 
He tugged the two of you into the forest, walking quite a ways until you reached an oddly placed rock. Saber crouched down and uprooted a bush with a stiff jerk. Then he cleared the soil away, revealing a wooden chest. He turned the little dial a few ways until it clicked, and the chest opened with a creak. Your eyes widened at the hundreds of gold coins piled inside. He casually tugged the gold he’d lifted from you out of his pocket and tossed it inside with a metallic clink. 
“I think we can buy a nice place with this.” 
You were still completely confused. He rummaged around in the coins, producing the gold necklace he’d stolen. Standing, he fastened it around your neck with the nimble fingers of a thief.
“I thought you lost it gambling?” 
He shrugged. 
“I lied.” 
“Why did you keep it?” 
He gave you a long look.
“I’m not sure, to be honest. Something told me not to sell it.” 
“But…what about the rest? I thought you gave it all to Melody?” 
“I tried to…we grew up in the capital, in the same slums she wants to buy a baby from. It wasn’t ever about what I could provide her. She wanted to erase her past. She wanted a title…to be a lady, to be able to lift her nose at the very people she grew up with.
I started saving after she failed at her first attempt at seducing some highborn. At the time, I had this romantic dream that I could surprise her with a big house, start a business, and be the Lord she wanted so badly…but… as time passed, I realized I was already tainted in her eyes. She wanted the right blood attached to her money. It took me too long to be ready to pull away. Dante was the nail in the coffin, so to speak.” 
He tugged the chest from the ground, hauling it onto his shoulder before leading you back through the forest.  
“Even though I knew I wasn’t enough…I foolishly still loved her. I was a mess when he proposed. That’s why I got caught. I went on a bender that lasted most of a year…Fortunately, I never touched this. Maybe I held out hope since Melody still entertained my attention…but I got sloppy and ended up in jail.” 
His gaze dropped to the baby. 
“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn't have ever known about him. Anything could have happened to him if you hadn’t-”
He choked a bit, a couple of tears slipping down his cheek. You didn’t push him to finish his sentence. You knew what he was trying to say. 
“What about Arel?” you asked. 
“Arel? That sounds like an Elvin name.” 
You smiled at the little baby’s chubby cheeks. 
“It is…it means ‘treasure’.” 
He stopped, bending down to examine his son more closely. The baby’s eyes opened, and you saw that they were the same pretty chartreuse as his father’s. The two of them looked at one another in awe. 
“I like Arel,” he said, brushing a thick finger over his cheek. 
Arel’s big eyes grew wet, and he started to croon. 
Shock and worry bloomed on Saber’s face. 
“Is he okay?” 
“I think he’s hungry. I have some goat milk at home.” 
Saber straightened, and you had to almost jog to keep up with him, the two of you hurrying home to start your life as a family.
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angelicbabydolll · 7 months
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I wanna be fucked. I wanna be fucked so throughly that my thighs still shake after we’re done. I wanna be fucked so badly I ache in the morning. I wanna be cleaned up with their tongue and forced to orgasm again even when I whine that I can’t. I wanna be manhandled and thrown around the room like I’m a doll but still lovingly praised and degraded through all of it. I wanna have bruises and bites all over my body. I want my voice to be horse. I wanna be fucked.
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monster-disaster · 2 months
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maybe a short story on a human reader being taken by an orc army/camp and just absolutely used as their personal toy???
When I read your request, I couldn't help but hear, "Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!" from Lotr.
But let's be serious: I hope you will enjoy it. :)
Orcs x Reader Warnings: filth, nothing but filth
The air is thick with smoke, mingling with the musky odor of sweat and leather. The scent of blood and violence still hangs heavy, fueling the heat and tension around the tents made of rough animal hides. The crackling flames of the campfire cast dancing shadows across the rugged faces of the warriors. Feral hunger glints in their eyes as they come closer. It feels like the ground rumbles and shakes under their steps. Their muscular, battle-scarred bodies pulsate with anticipation. The sounds of their gruff voices fill your ears, making you deaf to everything else. Your gaze jumps from orc to orc. The chieftain's large hand is heavy and warm on your shoulder as he pushes you deeper into the center of the camp.
The bounds around your legs and wrists make it hard for you to move, but it doesn't stop the warriors from closing around you. Their heat and raw desire surround you, making you shake and sweat under their primal gazes. Adrenalin fuels the fire in your bloodstream and thrums through your body until you almost buckle because of the throb between your legs.
The chieftain behind you reaches for the clasps and buckles that hold your armor together. The metal piece is dirty and beaten. His calloused fingers trace the edges of your armor before letting it fall to the ground. In other circumstances, you would feel relieved without its weight. Your undershirt sticks to your chest because of the sweat that still glistens in your heated skin, revealing the curve of your breasts. Another orc steps closer, barely smaller than his leader behind you. You remember him. One of his eyes is milky-white with a long scar from his eyebrow to his nose. He rips off your shirt, dropping the useless fabric before reaching for the buckles of your pants. You can't even feel the cold night air between the orcs towering over you.
The warriors move in sync. Their hands work in unison to strip away the layers covering your body. They reveal the soft swells of your curves and the hard cords of your muscles. Your skin is decorated with old and fresh scars, injuries, and bruises. The others get louder and louder with each glimpse they get of your naked body. The clear signs that you are a warrior, a fierce opponent, fuel their desire.
Soon, you stand exposed among the orcs, ready to be ravaged by them. Your limbs are not tied together anymore, but it changes nothing. You can't make yourself to move. It would be futile anyway. You can't fight against them, and they would enjoy chasing after you too much.
The orc in front of you wastes no time. His rough hands eagerly reach out to grope and caress every inch of your body. His dark green fingers dig into the flesh of your breast, squeezing and kneading, pinching your nipple until you mewl and try to get away from him, falling into the arms of the chieftain behind you. The leader grabs your hip, making you grind down on his leather-covered erection. His unyielding grip leaves red imprints on your skin. The cold of his rings digs into the flesh of your hips.
One hand slips between your legs. Rough fingers slide over your slickness and prod at your entrance. Your stomach jumps with fear and excitement. "Look at this juicy cunt, boys! She's all wet and ready for us!" The orc in front of you announces loudly to everyone around you to hear. The camp gets even louder with feral growls and words that make your heart beat faster in your ribcage. Whatever you want to say, to tell him to stop or to go deeper, dies on your tongue. The only thing keeping you standing is the chieftain behind you, still grinding his cock against your ass while his man explores your wetness. He smears it all over your mound and inner thighs before turning his attention back to your entrance. "I knew the moment I saw her on the battlefield that she would be a good prize to fight for," he grunts, forcing each digit of his thick finger into your pussy. Your walls clench down around him, to keep him out or to force him deeper, you don't know. "You like that, don't you?" The chief grunts next to your ear. His question fans over the curve of your neck. "I can smell your pussy, girl." "We all smell her." Someone says from the circle of orcs surrounding you. Their eyes are heavy on your body as they watch you. You steal a few glances at them. A lot of them are already naked, tugging at their cocks hanging heavy between their thick thighs.
The male in front of you continues to bully your cunt with his finger, going deeper and deeper while his other hand reaches up to grip your hair. He pulls back your head, making you arch your body. "You're ours now, human," he snarles. "But do not fret. I saw you fighting, I'm sure you can handle a few orc cocks too." A rumble of laughter waves through the air, and your pussy tightens at the thought. "Oh, look at that!" He laughs, pushing another finger into your wet hole. A groan gets stuck in your throat at the feeling of your walls stretching around him. "She likes the thought." "She does," the chief grunts, pulling his own cock out of his pants to force your hand around it. Your fingers curl around his thick rod automatically. If you could focus on anything, you would be surprised at its weight on your palm. "She doesn't look like someone who backs out of a challenge." His words are followed by laughter again while you bend and turn the way they want you.
Before you know it, you are on your knees with their leader still behind you, shoving his cock into your pussy while his warrior is busy with your mouth. He taps the head of his erection against your lips, and you open without a second thought. At this point, your mind is too hazy, and your senses are full of their musky scent to do or think anything. You feel like a raw nerve under their pushes and pulls. They thrust in and out of you with a relentless rhythm while you moan and drool around their cocks. You slip in and out of your orgasms, getting more and more drunk on their relentless assault. They push your boundaries, both physically and mentally, until you are nothing but a warm body they can use as they want.
You don't even notice when they come inside you. Their warm seed seeps out of your abused holes, and you almost choke on the orc's cock when he pushes himself deeper into your throat.
The ground is dirty and hard under your weak body as you let yourself collapse. Your muscles shake and twitch while your pussy clenches around nothing. Your chest heaves with every breath you take as you try to clear your mind.
But they are not done yet.
"It's your turn, boys," one of them says, stepping away from you to give enough space for the others. "Keep those sweet holes full tonight."
The air crackles with anticipation and feral need. One by one, the orc warriors step forward, their rough hands exploring every inch of your body. Their calloused fingers trace the swell of your breasts, teasing and pinching your nipples until you cry and wiggle. Your pussy pulsates between your legs while their fingers explore your folds and both of your holes. They feast upon your bare curves, their desires ignited by the sight of your vulnerable state.
The first orc doesn't waste his time. His massive frame towers over you, keeping his body up with his trunk-like arms next to your head while taking you fiercely, his thick length plunges deep into your wet and eager pussy. His heavy balls slap against your skin. Your walls grip him tightly even though you are sensitive, and the feeling of him pounding into you makes you tear up. A thumb smears your tears all over your face before pushing into your mouth. Your tongue laps at the digit.
When the orc between your legs reaches his peak, fucking you full of his cum, another one steps forward, hungry and ready for his turn. He turns you onto your stomach easily, positioning himself behind you when you force your knees to not give up under your weight. His hands are gripping your hips as he shoves his cock into your cunt. Ecstasy trembles through your body while someone else grabs a good chunk of your hair and forces your mouth down his hard length. More tears escape from the corner of your eyes as you gulp and suck around the orc's cock.
The orcs continue to take turns, their primal instincts driving them deeper and deeper into you. You become a mess of drool and cum until there is no part on your heated, sweaty skin that they didn't touch or use. They ravage your body with a ferocity that matches the intensity of the battle they had just fought while you scream and moan underneath them.
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runa-falls · 9 months
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Hello Pornstar!Steven was so fucking good???
Thinking about Pornstar!Steven begging for your tongue just one time, promising he can last, and absolutely writhing under you when you finally press it flat against his cock, rolling it against his tip in a way that has his back arching in thirty seconds tops. He’s a mess, because of course he is, splayed out on the leather couch with his slacks around his thighs, one leg hanging off, one hand gripping the back of the couch for leverage, as if that will help him still the very obvious tells his body is giving you the closer he gets to cumming. His curls are unruly, more than a little tousled from all but throwing his head back into the plump pillows, lips glossy and a bit swollen from the way he’d been biting them in a pathetic attempt to keep quiet—hair and makeup was going to have your head when he finally stumbles onto set.
Thinking about all the things you’ve had to learn about Pornstar!Steven to properly do your job. You had been shyly informed by him when you first met that pain wasn’t really his thing—but you had learned, as did he, that it was a glaring exception when it came to hickies. Obviously you don’t get to leave them too often(it would probably ruin viewer immersion if he had a dozen bruises littered across his chest when his co-star finally got him out of his priest-wear), the first time had been a complete accident, if your being honest. He’d come in a bit pent up already, mouth slotting against yours desperately almost as soon as he stepped in the room—so you focused your attention on his thighs when you finally got settled, just close enough to where he really wanted your mouth, but far enough that there wouldn’t be any mishaps. When his mouth wasn’t busy, Steven always had a tendency to ramble, telling you how good you were making him feel, pleading for more, whatever he could get out of you… He really had no business sounding that good, looking that good. His hips had twitched up, a whine falling from his pretty lips—and you had bit down a little harder on the meat of his inner thigh than you intended to. You had realized your mistake a beat too late, lathed your tongue over the place to soothe the mark and pulled back to apologize, but were met with Steven’s dazed look instead. His pupils were blown, set on the red mark that was surely going to bruise, voice absolutely wrecked when he finally muttered, “Do that again, please- Please, darling? One more-”
You couldn’t, of course, but that didn’t stop him from begging for it the next time your mouth was on his neck. Or the time after that. It was a miracle you could refuse him anything, the entire crew had fallen victim to those big brown eyes one time or other, you were no exception.
Overall, obsessed with it❤️ thank you so much for that
FIRST OF ALL -- WHAT HAVE I DONE TO BE GRACED BY THIS??? 🫠 i freaking love my readers !
i saw this last night, but wanted to read through it carefully in the morning to get the full experience. this response is much longer than i intended [1.2k], but the ask was just too good not to analyze !!
cw: explicit smut (18+) (what did you expect lmao), dacryphilia, marking, and no-contact orgasm bc steven is needy and all that
let's talk:
"[he's] splayed out on the leather couch with his slacks around his thighs, one leg hanging off, one hand gripping the back of the couch for leverage" -- girl i can SEE it now oh my lordddd.
you're so right, steven is the type of guy to literally melt under you as you take him apart, piece by piece, letting you do whatever you want, too weak to even protest. he always attempts to hold his own as first, wanting to seem calm and collected, but as soon as you touch him, his whole facade dissipates.
"lips glossy and a bit swollen from the way he’d been biting them in a pathetic attempt to keep quiet" SCREAMING ?????
that's another thing, steven cannot keep quiet if it would save his life. at first you thought he was just a little more enthusiastic than his brothers, but he literally can't keep down those high pitched whines and moans when you're going down on him. Especially when you're going down on him.
it's adorable watching him try though. he often has to harshly grip onto a pillow or the couch, something tangible, to keep him grounded. keep him from grabbing onto you and potentially hurting you (though he's aware you wouldn't mind hehehe).
at home he can be loud. he can lose himself in you, blindly canting his hips as hot tears spill from his reddened eyes from how overwhelming perfect you fit around him.
he loves to nestle right into the crook of your neck while he's draped over you, panting broken words and hushed pleads right against your heat slicked skin. then he sobs, literally sobs, when he finishes in you, unable to fully comprehend the intensity of being with you. it's a feeling he had never known before meeting you, and he's addicted to it.
now, he makes several (shy) advances, even before shoots, craving your touch and that feeling of completely letting go in the comfort and security you provide. even with how boneless and exhaustingly serene he feels afterwards, he begs for it in the dressing room as you prep him.
you can only say "when we get home, baby."
but then he looks up at you with those pleading eyes glistening with adoration and need.
dammit, you almost give in. and you want to give in so bad, but luckily steven is a responsible sex-worker and nods understandingly.
"promise?"
"promise."
"You had been shyly informed by him when you first met that pain wasn’t really his thing—but you had learned, as did he, that it was a glaring exception when it came to hickies." ehehehe
first of all, him shyly saying: "um, i-i dunno if i could handle the whole...scratches and bites* thing." after waking up and seeing the marks you left on his brothers' chest and backs, is so cute 🥰 he really is just a wittle baby.
and you having to say "don't worry honey, i'll only do what you want." in return, bc i know those words would make him DIE inside (happily ofc).
*cross promo hehehe
AND THEN THE HICKIES AHHH
"you had bit down a little harder on the meat of his inner thigh than you intended to…His pupils were blown, set on the red mark that was surely going to bruise, voice absolutely wrecked when he finally muttered, “Do that again, please- Please, darling? One more-”
this is how you found out that hickies were not allowed when fluffing him:
the first time it happened was in one of your earlier sessions with him. you were still trying to figure out exactly what his limits and needs were (you were also going extra slow with steven as to not overwhelm him).
you're both still fully dressed, starting off with sweet kisses and cuddles -- it's safe, gentle, and slow -- your usual routine. you're straddling him as he modestly holds your hips to keep you close. he's throughly enjoying the kisses and you swear he'd spend the whole 20 minutes -- the whole day -- just making out with you if he could.
you break the kiss, ignoring his whine and attempts to recapture your lips, and move to his neck, dotting pecks and kitten licks on his sensitive skin, he practically vibrates under you, purring like a cat at your attention. at your hot mouth against his hot skin.
you've had an inkling that steven has something of an oral fixation, at least with you. even when you're simply hanging out, he stares hungrily at your mouth, half lidded eyes glazing over with obscene thoughts, thoughts he'd probably never voice.
to have your lips wrapped around his thumb, tongue laving against the pad of his finger, makes his knees weak. to have you engulfing his cock in your hot mouth, unbothered as he hits the back of your throat, ruins him. and you've seen it. that's why blowjobs are also on the blacklist.
well, pecks turn into kisses which eventually turn into light nips and suckling, but then you couldn't get enough. as your work on his throat intensifies so does the sounds he makes sighs to whimpers to shaky groans and desperate pleas overrun with voice cracks.
you can feel the faint outline of his clothed erection under you, throbbing and twitching whenever you suck him particularly harshly. so maybe he does like pain.
though you knew he had a call time soon, you kept going, completely going against professionalism, too fascinated by the immediate response you garnered from him. he flails helplessly under you, hips bucking against yours as you continue to paint his skin in red and purple blotches. you wish you could drink in those sounds, how intensely he needs you right now.
you're lost in your own world, tasting the sweetness of his skin, and don't even notice how his whole body suddenly stiffens against you until you hear that familiar cry.
your mouth tingles as you lean back from him, lips parted in shock. he looks equally as shocked, but infinitely more wrecked.
did he just...
"i-i...s-sorry. i didn't mean to! i just, couldn't help it." steven rambles, face flushed in embarrassment. his lips are plump and red, eyes glassy, a product of his attempts to hold back. he didn't even stand a chance. he couldn't even warn you.
he looks down dejectedly between your bodies and you follow his line of sight. a dark pool stains his jeans, illustrating just how much he enjoyed it despite his humiliation.
his neck is covered.
you could draw constellations on his neck with how many hickies you left on his skin. you smoothed your finger over one of the larger bruises and he shivers against your hold. you meet his eyes, sad and ashamed. god, he's so pretty.
"let's get out of here."
"wait what about the--"
"just...come home with me steven."
"o-ok."
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none of this was proof read bc i wrote it in a hurry!
thank you SO much for sending these wonderful ideas in nonnie <3
p.s if you're a writer pls send me ur blog so i (and the rest of my followers) can devour your content
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Psst Meep, Kissing all of your dca creechurs on their hands like they’re royalty, both as a sign of affection and respect - and of course because they all very lovely and pretty ^v^ <3
(bonus giving you a kissy on the head too, mwah! <33)
Piixel, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, there's a lot of hands to kiss~
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Oh my goodness I'm just melting over how you draw hands, also AAAAA YOU'RE SO SWEET!!!!! I'd give you a kiss too but I'm on the floor, too flustered to get up
Me rn:
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polutrope · 9 months
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Asks to Spread Love 💖
A fanon characterisation that you love
Tell us why you love one of your OCs or an obscure canon character (link to any fics/art you have featuring them!) 
One of the best takes you’ve ever seen
Link to a great meta you’ve read
Recommend three (or more) blogs to follow
Ship or platonic relationship that you got into because of the fans
A popular fandom opinion that you agree with
Best thing about canon
Your favourite fanon
A popular character you actually really like and why
Recommend a fic with an unusual/original headcanon or characterisation that you loved
Recommend some fanart of an uncommon character, place, or event
Recommend a fic (can be your own!) that features something you wish was written about more
A ship or character that you started liking because of someone else (give them/their works a shout out!)
A topic you never get tired of discussing
One of your favourite tropes 
Something you love that you don’t often share because you’re worried what others will think
Something you initially did not like but came around to
Give kudos to someone who leaves great comments
Give kudos to someone who is a devoted fan (either of your own works or others’)
A favourite fandom event
Give kudos to someone who deserves recognition for their contributions to the fandom (event mod, server mod, creator of rec lists, etc.)
Give kudos to someone who was especially welcoming when you first got involved in the fandom
Give kudos to a keeper of the fandom's traditions and wisdom, someone who's been around for years and years and still going strong
A small archive (not AO3), either one that is gone that you miss or one that’s still going
Yes, this is inspired by this ask game, which has put a lot of interesting musings on my dash, so no criticism intended!
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slushiepizza · 5 months
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Can I just say that I love your Guy and Honey comics so so much? 😍
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I'm so happy to hear you do!!!!! I really enjoy making them- your pfp inspired me to draw this lmao
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nikkilunalace · 5 months
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You’re unreal 🫠
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You’re right I live in fairy tales 🧚🏻‍♀️
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ddarker-dreams · 1 month
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oh i really love the latest chrollo fic!! i really like it when you emphasize the stark difference between chrollo and the reader. this isn't the first you've had your readers discuss empathy with chrollo but everytime i eat it up!! thanks for the fic <3
AAA THANK YOU there's nothing that interests me more than portraying contrasts in ideals, which i'm sure is evident in my work gkjnmdfs for this story in particular, i wondered what it'd take for darling to not completely shift their views, but experience some inner conflict nonetheless.
here we have darling contending with the fact most of chrollo's victims lack the means to properly enact revenge. them entering the picture changes this, however; they're a civilian. injuring/killing them is far more viable. that leaves darling in this weird place. they want those hurt by the troupe to have the catharsis of vengeance... but it'd be their life that's the price. that's what their empathy is up against.
chrollo wasn't mocking them by saying, "You torment yourself, love. This hurts you more than anything I’ve ever done."
he's trying to guide darling to this conclusion in the most organic way possible, so they're more likely to accept it. he knows they'd be resistant if he came outright and said they're justified in wanting the man who kidnapped them dead.
i've recently been interested in the idea of chrollo's apathetic view on anyone outside the troupe providing Some value to his darling. there's such a thing as being too self-sacrificial; chrollo would advocate for the opposite. he'd point out the instances where this tenet hurt his darling more than it helped them. idk i think it's neat that chrollo technically isn't wrong but, y'know,
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there's this energy underlying the entire exchange hjdfkgnmsa
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certainlynotasimp · 10 months
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Would sunny get a piercing or tattoo because hobie convinced her?? Probably not but I would wanna see how it would play out and how Miguel would react😭😭😭
Hmm, that's an interesting question.
I think that entirely depends on you guys because you are all Sunny lol.
I don't think she would get anything too crazy if she agrees to get a tattoo. I would say that she would get something small like a spiderweb or maybe something that reminds her of Miggy.
Piercings would be kinda the same because I don't think Sunny would get anything too crazy, probably a nose piercing and an extra piercing on her ear.
Generally, Miguel doesn't like big distinct piercings and tattoos because as a Spiderman, if they are showing, their secret identity is exposed or the piercings could get caught on stuff. He's not a hater, he's just a practical stick in the mud.
But for his Sol, he will be indifferent. He would praise her for being brave enough to get it and compliment her choice of jewelry. He wants Sunny to be able to express herself since he loves seeing her happy. If you love the piercing and tattoo so much, then Miguel is happy you got it.
If Sunny was convinced to get riskier piercings and tattoos... if she gets a little spider on her collarbone or hipbones...Or a discreet little bitemark-shaped tattoo on her that looks like his bite mark...
Or if she gets a belly button piercing or a nippy piercing...
Mans gonna go feral... He's gonna wanna admire them especially since they are around his favorite areas. If everything is healed then expect this.
"No te ves tan linda, mi sol… Aquí, déjame darte algunos adornos más en tu hermosa piel…" Don't you look so pretty, my sun…Here, let me give you some more decorations on your lovely skin…
OMG I might have to write something about this in the future.
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just how rich is mafia bucky
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Filthy rich.
A no limit on his card, spend whatever you want kind of rich.
Laughing and saying he can make more when his wife asked if she had spent too much kind of rich.
Casually buying his wife whatever he thinks will make her happy kind of rich.
Splurging on her interests just to see her smile kind of rich.
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angelicbabydolll · 7 months
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Your girl just bagged her first big girl job with her degree ahhh
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monster-disaster · 2 months
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Hey, I love your writing so much! ♥️
Can I request a male orc x chubby fem reader? I was thinking about bondage and discipline. The plot is up to you but I wanted it to be something related to that. Like she's his timid and clumsly employee and he's a strict boss who gets amused by it because this is a reason to teach her some good manners while working for him.
I love the idea! I hope you will enjoy it! :)
boss!orc x curvy!reader Warnings: dom/sub, spanking, spice
His broad smile is covered by his hand as he leans on the wooden surface of his desk. It's well-organized and clean. His shoulders are wider than the backrest of his chair, but he fits in it perfectly. The screen of his laptop illuminates the depth of his brown eyes as he follows you with his gaze. The tinted glass walls of his office give a perfect view of your desk. Unlike his, your workspace is a mess of papers, coffee cups, and sticky notes. That's why you wander back and forth between your desk and his office door for the fourth time, always searching for something.
You are a mess. But damn. You are a cute one.
He shouldn't think about you this way. He shouldn't think about you at all. And especially not when he is at home with his hard dick in his hand. But what else can he do? Your whole being screams and begs for dominance and guidance. It seems like to him, you desperately need someone to make rules you can follow and punish you if you break those. You need control. And who else could give that to you other than him?
The white blouse on you is a cheap one. Probably that's why the orc can see through it when the yellow lights of the lamps reach you just the right way. You wear a matching bra, and he can barely tear his eyes away from the soft rolls of your sides when you turn. His attention wanders lower. A light snarl forms on his lips at the sight. Your dark jeans are tight and hug your round ass perfectly. Your thick thighs rub together as you walk, and he can't help but imagine them around his head as he eats you out, gripping onto your flesh.
He is already hard when you finally reach his office. A few soft knocks echo in the silence. The documents he asked for are hugged to your chest. "Come in," he says. His voice is loud and husky. You are flushed and out of breath. It looks pretty on you. He is sure he could do much more to make you lose your breath, though. "The papers you wanted," you tell him, lifting the stack in your arms. You are still at the door, lifting your weight from one leg onto the other. "I wanted them ten minutes ago." You stare at the floor so intensely that you don't notice the amusement dancing in his eyes despite his rough voice. "I'm sorry," you reply. Your voice is timid, and for a second, the orc feels sorry for you. You are still new and not used to the way everything works in his business. And you are a good employee despite your lack of organization skills and occasional clumsiness. You work hard and learn quickly with the right motivation, and you always stay after working hours without a complaint when he needs your help.
But still. You could do better. Your boss is sure of it.
"Why are you late again?" He asks, even though he knows your answer already. You gulp. Your arm around the documents tightens. "I didn't find them." He hums, leaning back on his chair. He radiates dominance and authority. The black fabric of his suit stretches around his arms as he links them together in front of his chest. "And why is that?" He asks you, letting his gaze wander to your desk. When you notice his attention turning away from you, your eyes widen. He saw you the whole time. "I'm sorry," you breathe out. "Close the door behind you, Y/N," he says. "And come closer." You do as he says, stepping into the office further after pulling the door shut behind you. "I said closer, Y/N," he says. "And put those down." You put down the documents on his desk, keeping your gaze down. "Look at me."
When you finally look him in the eye, he is reminded of why he chose you in the first place. You are beautiful, for sure, but it was your determination that he liked enough to hire you. After working in a factory for years, you wanted something else, and you were ready to fight for the change.
"What did I say about keeping your space clean?" He asks after a few seconds. There is a heavy, disapproving sigh in his voice that makes your lips curl downward with shame. "I did," you tell him. "It just… it got too much, and before I knew it…" "It happens because you let it," he says. "If you take care of your things immediately, they don't become a mess." "I know." "Come here," the orc says, pointing at the small space between his legs after he turns away from his desk.
You shouldn't. It's too close. It's too intimate.
But your legs move before you can say no.
Even though he is sitting, his eyes are at the same level as yours. "Good girl," he praises you. "See? You can do what I say." His words send shivers down your spine straight between your legs. "But you know I have to punish you, don't you?" Your eyes are wide as you look at him. Your lips feel dry as you try to say something, but nothing comes out. "It's important to do your job as quickly as you can. What if I needed the papers immediately? What if I needed them for a meeting? How would it look if I couldn't do my job because you can't find what I need?" Tears burn your eyes as you listen to him, afraid he is firing you. "Don't cry, sweet girl," he hums, grabbing your hands to squeeze them softly. He is so much bigger than you. "I still want you here because I know you can do much better. But I can't let it slide, can I?" You shake your head, but it's not enough for him. "Speak, Y/N." "No, you can't." "Good girls." His praises again. Your tights clench, and something flutters in your stomach. "I want you to pull down your jeans to your knees."
For a long moment, you forget how to breathe. Your boss wants what?
The man watches your reaction like a hawk. Maybe it was a wrong idea. Maybe you will run out of his office to report him.
But damn, he can't make himself to save the situation and his reputation.
"You heard me, Y/N," he says with forced confidence. "You broke my rules, and you have to get punished." Your gaze snaps to the closed door, and his muscles tense to stop you, to do something before he loses his business.
But you surprise him again.
"What if somebody comes in?" You ask timidly. A slow smile appears on his face. His tusks dig into his upper lip. "Nobody will disturb us, sweetheart." After a deep breath, you nod and unbutton your pants. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and excitement. You can barely believe what is happening. And you are okay with everything.
Your boss is a handsome orc. You noticed his sharp jawline and wide nose from the moment you introduced yourself at your job interview. He was definitely not who you imagined with his thick, braided hair and broad body. Even the modern office and the expensive suit couldn't hide the primal dominance shimmering under his dark green skin.
"Good girl," he says with approval. His dark gaze follows the curve of your wide hips and the line of your panties between your legs. "Lean over the desk. Ass out." Your whole body trembles as you do as he says. His desk is cold and hard under your elbows and stomach. And you are sure your head is ready to explode when you register the fact that he has a perfect view of your ass. You want to reach back to pull down your blouse as much as you can, but you have a feeling he wouldn't be happy about it.
And you are right.
The orc's erection uncomfortably presses against the inside of his underwear at the sight of you like this. Your back is in a slight arch as you press your bottom out as he asked. Your white panties stretch across your ass, still leaving a handful of your cheeks bare. His palms burn with the need to touch you.
"Tell me why you get punished, Y/N," he breaks the silence when he finally finds his voice. The words almost come out as a low growl. "Because I was late," you tell him. Your voice is timid and quiet. He can see your muscles tense and relax as you wait for what he will do. "Why were you late?" "Because of the mess on my table." "That's right," he nods. "You are a smart girl, Y/N. And what did I tell you about keeping your space clean?" "That I shouldn't let my work pile up into a mess. I should put away everything as soon as I can." "Good girl," he hums. Your whole body jerks up when you feel his hand on your bottom. He is soft and careful, exploring your flesh while his other hand goes to the middle of your back to keep you in place. The green color of his hand fits perfectly to the shade of your skin. "I didn't say you can move," he says. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, Y/N," he hums, still caressing you. "I will tell you what I will do, okay?" You hum in agreement. "I want your words, Y/N," he says. "When I tell you something or ask something, I want you to answer with words." "Okay," you force the words out of your tightened throat. Your nerves are raw and tense as you lean on his desk, half-naked. Fear and anticipation stretch in your belly. "Good girl." The world starts to spin around you. "I want you to stay like this while I spank you, alright?"
ALRIGHT?!
"Okay." "I give you ten since I think this is your first time, am I right?" "Yes." "Good. I will give you the first five with your panties on, but I will take it off for the next five, okay?" You gulp. "Okay." "I would like you to add sir every time you speak to me, okay, love?" "Yes, sir." His hand on your ass is warm and almost comforting. He can't get enough of the feel of you. You are soft and much more than a handful. "And if you change your mind or it's too much, I want you to say red, okay?" "Okay." A light slap on your ass makes you jump and squeak with surprise. "Okay, what?" He asks. His voice is stern while he waits to correct yourself. "Okay, sir," you reply hurriedly. "Good. Now tell me, what did I say before?" "If I change my mind or if it gets too painful, I say red." "You are a smart girl, Y/N," he says. "And I'm proud of everything you did since you were here, but you have to take care of your messiness." "Yes, sir."
Even though it comes as no surprise, you still can't contain your reaction when his large hand lands on your ass again with much more strength than the first time. Your whole body tenses and bounces at the slap, breaking a high whine out of your chest. "Count, Y/N." "One, sir," you tell him tightly. "Good girl." You barely hear the end of his words because of the next smack on your cheek. Your panties do nothing to protect you from his hand. "Two," you breathe out. And three. And four. "Five, sir," you groan with tightly closed eyes. Every fiber of your body is buzzing with something unfamiliar. Your ass burns and tears gather in your eyes, but you still throb between your legs. With every small movement you make, your clit rubs against the white, soaked fabric of your underwear. "You are doing so good, Y/N," he says after the fifth slap. He goes back to caressing your bullied cheeks again while talking to you comfortingly. "Can you continue? Or do you want to stop?" You know this is the right time to get out of here, but you are too deep. Stopping now doesn't even occur in your mind. "I want to continue, sir." "My brave girl," he hums.
And he is really proud of you. You take everything he gives you like a champ. Your whimpers and moans drive him crazy, and the way your ass shakes after every slap is enough to make a man wild.
He feels like a kid in a candy store when his fingers slip under your panties to pull down the fabric to your jeans around your knees. His eyes barely have enough time to register the sight when you reach back with both hands to hide yourself.
"None of that," he grunts, grabbing your wrists to keep them between his thick fingers, pinned to your waist. The new position forces your back to arch some more, pushing your ass out in front of his hungry eyes. The fact that you can't even move anymore should make you afraid, but the only thing you feel is the hot, heavy arousal that burns through your body. "It's a punishment, no?" He asks, and your eyelids immediately fall shut because of the embarrassment that surges through your veins. You know what he is talking about. "Sir…" "But it seems like you enjoy it too much," he grins darkly. His free hand slips down from your ass between your legs. He barely touches your soaked slit, but it's enough to send a shock through your already tense body. "Sir," you beg. "Please! I-" "Are we done with your punishment?" He asks sternly. His rough fingertips are still sliding up on down over your pussy, rubbing your clit and almost reaching your empty hole. "No, sir," you moan, letting your head hit the desk under you. "Then be a good girl and stop begging for a reward you didn't earn." His words almost make you cry. You can feel your wetness making a mess on your inner thighs, and your pussy aches even more than your burning bottom. "Yes, sir," you croak.
The orc behind you have to force himself to leave your pussy and go back to your ass. He grabs a handful of your flesh, letting his blunt nails dig into your heated skin. He promises himself he will lick your stretchmarks later, but now…
"Six," you jump. Your breathing is heavy, and your lips taste salty because of the tears running down your cheeks. Seven. Eight. "Nine," you cry. "Please, sir. I-please!" He loves you like this. A mess of arousal and begging. Your musky scent fills his nostrils. His cock twitches with every deep breath he takes. "The last one, Y/N," he says. "One more, and you are done." Your bottom is on fire when his hand lands on your ass again. The smack is loud and clear, followed by the sound of your voice escaping your lips. "Ten, sir," you sob.
"Come here, baby," he coos softly, helping you up from the table and sitting you down on his lap. You hiss at the painful feeling when your sensitive skin meets with his pants. You want to stand up immediately, but he stops you. "It's part of your punishment," he says, holding onto your hips. He feels you up, enjoying your every curve. "How do you feel?" He speaks up again when you settle down on his thigh. "Why are you crying? Was it too much?" You shake your head, letting him swipe off your tears with his thumb. "I'm fine, sir." "But?" He asks. "I'm… I-" You can't say it. It's almost comical. Your boss spanked you barely a minute ago, and you can't make yourself admit the state of your pussy. "Are you horny?" He asks helpfully. You nod. "Show me." Your eyes widen at his request. Your arm is still around his neck to keep your balance. "Spread your legs, sweetheart," he says. Your first reaction is to close your legs even tighter, but after a moment, you open up your thighs, letting him see your wet heat as it makes a mess on his pants. "Oh," you gasp, wanting to stand up again, but he doesn't let you go this time either. "No," he says. "Did I tell you to move?" "No, sir," you breathe out.
For a second, you thought about arguing with him. You are too heavy, and you will ruin his clothes, but honestly? You have your own problems. Like the constant ache and throb between your legs as your blood sears through your system in a hurry. The orc under you is a big guy; you have no doubt about holding your weight easily, and if he wants you to make a mess on his pants? Well, it's his decision too.
When his free hand that doesn't hold your waist slips up on your thighs, your legs open automatically. A shiver runs through your pent-up body as his fingertips run through your folds, gathering your wetness before slipping it into his mouth. Your lips open breathlessly as you watch him taste you. The low rumble of his chest vibrates in your bones and nerves.
"Please," you gasp. Your arm around his neck tightens as if you could force him. "Sir-" "Do you want to cum?" The orc asks, and when you vehemently nod, a slow smirk pulls on his lips. The curve is crooked because of his tusks. "Do you think you earned it?" He teases. You nod again. You really hope so. His eyes wander to your desk on the other side of the glass wall. It's still messy with papers and cups. Your bag is dropped on the floor, and your coat is ready to fall off the back of the chair. His fingers are still on your heat, teasing and prodding but avoiding giving you the pleasure you crave so much. The muscles of your thighs shake as you force yourself to stay put. You want nothing more than to grind your burning pussy on his thick fingers. The feel of his erection pressing against your bare thigh gives you a good idea of what he hides under his pants.
"I tell you what," he breaks the silence after a few seconds. His dark eyes glint with amusement as he looks at you. "If at the end of the day, your desk will be clean, I will give you what you want." "What?" You gasp, panicked. No, you need it now. You can't go through the day with the ache between your legs that drives you insane. And you don't even have the energy to think about your still burning ass. He lifts one of his thick brows in question. "Do you have a problem with it, sweetheart?" You know his question means nothing. If you say the wrong thing, you will get nothing. "No, sir," you exhale. "Good," he hums, kissing the side of your head with a soft squeeze on your hips. "Are you ready to continue the day?" After another shaky breath, you nod. "Yes, sir." "Good girl."
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mrsmischief209 · 23 days
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Him or him to steal you away for a summer getaway?
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Off my lovely Cia I am sooo behind on your asks. I am truly sorry 😞. But alas this was such a hard choice. You know I hate choosing. This took longer than I was expecting. But here it is finally unbetaed aprox 3k. No major warnings. Minors DNI all my work is 18+
Guilded Summer
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The sweet scent of the bougainvillea seemed to kiss the hot summer air. It had been far too long away from your home estate and what you considered your home. Family problems had you leaving court before the social season of your debut. Despite the time away you had mostly kept in touch with those closest to you. One person had you anxiously waiting for his correspondence. William Russo. Duke James Russo’s only son and heir. Long time neighbors had you both playing and going to rides together as you both grew up. The last summer you had both seen each other when he went to university. Then your world turned upside down. Leaving to go across the continent to help with distance family get through tough times left you longing to be back home.
His letters always spoke more than just the gossip of court. Billy spoke of his aspirations for change for the people within the kingdom. Sure, now it wouldn’t be plausible because it would involve him being in the position his father held. As the years passed so did the nature of the letters. The letters became a form of like a secret journal and a response from said journal. All hope was gone that you would ever return to the place you once considered your home.
Your heart yearned to see his crooked smile that showed off his dimples. Also had you pondering how he would look like now after all these years. If he grew into the depths of his eyes. The hardest were the letters during the social season. To hear of his times at the parties but not just that but the social events which allowed exposure for him to meet his potential wife. You had no right to feel this of your closets friend. But he was the last tether to a life you desperately wanted. It became harder and harder to read and respond. The letters stopped slowly as if the hope you had slowly disappeared.
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Ten years being away from home had you feeling like a stranger. So as your family settled down and the news was broken of the family’s return had you jittery. Thus, this need to be out in the garden away from family friends who wished you all a warm welcome. Hearing a horse before making out the direction it was coming from. The black horse stopped at the edge of the garden and property. A man all dressed in black dismounted. Each step this stranger took had your heart beating faster. Unsure if it would be wise to turn back or to let this play out. Honestly it wouldn’t be a good look if caught speaking to a strange man in the garden. Tentatively taking a step back before turning to make the way back to the house.
Billy had gone out for a ride to clear his head. No that was a lie, he wanted to feel connected to the one person he considered his best friend. It was silly he still thought of his little shadow. He thought back to that last summer when he saw her. Both had been so young back then. He told himself if he still felt the same when he returned, he would start to pursue his little shadow of course if she wanted to. Then everything fell apart when he received her first letter. How she spoke about having to move closer to her sickly grandmother.
His morning ride had led him to the edge of her family’s garden. Thinking it was a figment of his imagination when he saw a woman in their garden. Moving forward to inspect the garden. As the woman turned to walk away had him dismounting and quickening his pace. He called out to the strange woman “Excuse me why are you here the family that owns this property isn’t here at the moment.”
His voice made you stop in your tracks. The voice that haunted your dreams. This wasn’t the way you wanted to see him again. You wanted to be dressed for your sister’s debut being on the sideline where you could watch and see who still truly was the same before being reintroduced. Hearing his throat clear had you taking a deep breath before turning to face him. “I am highly aware of that fact my Lord. But please do not worry yourself with potential looters as this is my home.”
Billy was left dumbstruck. His little shadow had grown into a beautiful woman. Most of all she was standing before him here at her home. His gaze lingered, taking in everything as his mind tried to process everything that was happening before him. “I am sorry for my intrusion Miss. I wasn’t made aware of your family’s return.” He didn’t want to sound upset but unfortunately his words did come out a bit harsh due to the surprise of this situation.
His words had you taking a step back with a small shake of your head. This was the one thing you didn’t wish to happen. Well, no that was a lie. You didn’t want to come back home to find him married but this was a second. How could he be upset that you had finally returned home. “I am sure father sent word when we first arrived that we had returned. It was nice seeing you again Lord Russo, but I must make my return to the house.”
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Billy saw you turn and start toward your home. He hadn’t realized that it would be this hard to let you walk. “Shadow please stop, I didn’t mean for it to sound that way.” His hands shook as he clenched them into fits. He wanted to reach out to pull you close into an embrace. But if this encounter did sober him up to the realization that you are in fact a lady and not the young woman who he had last seen. He couldn’t put you in that type of scandal.
His nickname for you had you stopping as you heard your heart in your ears pounding. Everything felt too much, all of this was out of your control. You needed space people someone around to allow for civil conversation not this. You didn’t even know how proper this was you had your sister to think about. “m-myy Lord...” your heartbeat against your chest. The thud as the air constricted feeling the pressure on your skin against the fabric of your dress everything closing in hands shaking as your eyes closed trying to reel in the thoughts coursing your mind as if whispers carried in the slight breeze. “Please, I need to return to the house. This isn’t proper.”
His stride halted as he took in the tremor of your hands how your breathing and body language struggled to make your hands still but yet everything in him told him that you were on the verge of breaking. It took him a moment to realize the words that had been spoken. So many questions that were left in the air left in the space between you. How could you his shadow think he would be so careless. His lips started to part to give his goodbye when he saw your back stiffen and your shoulders pull back before finally moving. His gaze lingered at your form went farther away from him until you entered your home before he was able to turn and go about returning to his horse.
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The days turned into weeks and not a letter was sent. Neither of you knew how to start your friendship once again. Not like it would be proper, especially not at this moment when your sister’s debut was a few days away. Your family knew that the family title held respect but that only went so far. Especially with one daughter a spinster by all accounts. It wasn’t for lack of potential suitors, but something held you back from ever getting too close to anyone. How could you? A fool perhaps you never had vows of anything more than friendship with Billy. But how could you connect to another when that connection was formed already at least to you this bond was one you couldn’t just leave behind for something new. Your father had decided it would be best perhaps that you would find a widower upon returning home and back into the society here.
The night of the presentation went splendidly. The goal was never to be the envy of every home. It was for your sister to be able to find a potential love match. She did better than you could at her age. She was always the most outgoing of the both of you loving to be surrounded by people. In comparison standing on the outer edge of dance floor trying your best to blend into the crowd. It was then when the commotion at the entrance to the ball at the other end of the room drew your attention. As a swarm of debutants and mothers flocked to one gentleman. Your lungs began to burn as you held your breath. Your mind raced. You knew the high possibility that Billy would attend tonight. It was just you didn’t expect this early. Both of his parents came in with him. A united front as your family did. Taking a settling breath before swooning and causing a commotion as they entered the ballroom. The dancing commenced. As the room turned hot did you seek more solitude more to try to make sense of your thoughts. Always one who seek solitude to be able to think properly to weight the options. Your section opened to an alcove open to be seen to avoid being compromised but it was outside allowing for unstifled air.
Uncertain of how much time had truly passed looking up to the stars, all you knew was that what had plagued you earlier was now a distant memory. Hearing the door open behind you hand you turning. Connecting with Billy’s concerned brown eyes had you clasping your hands. His gaze moved from your eyes to your hands. His warm voice, like the brandy you had been privilege to tase embraced you. “If you stay out here any longer you will catch cold.” Unable to hold back the small smile his concern brought to you. “I will be fine my Lord. Thank you for your concern.” You made sure to maintain a proper distance as he came closer to your section. He leaned onto the stone as he gazed upon the stars. “You know how many nights similar to this one I would come out to look for Perseus and Andromeda pondering why you hadn’t written little shadow?”
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Your eyes widened as you played with your fingers at the direct line of questioning. Honestly you expected him to take more time to ask you this question. “I presumed not as many as I did while abroad.” The deep sigh filling and leaving your chest while getting lost in the constellations had your tongue loosening. “They have always been my first constellations to find in the night sky every night before writing you all these years. My Lord I could never presume you wanted to continue correspondence especially after the last letter of a few seasons past.” Fingers silently tapping on the stone against your palms. Trying to keep your wits about you while being honest.
Billy was surprised by the honest candor. It had been a long time since he had someone speak to him so directly but also honestly. “Ah, yes the letter that stated I was starting to look for a wife.” He took a deep breath before looking at you. He took in the way your beautiful face was outlined by the light of the moon. “I never stated I wanted to stop our correspondence. But it was the least I could do is inform you of my plans. You have been the only person who understood me. As well as my responsibilities.” He saw your lips twitch as you processed his words, he could feel the nervous energy that had enveloped you. It was strange for him. You had always been at least with him someone who was confident and sure of where they stood and their role within the family and what life goals you would have and be. Always wanting to be more than just a wife and possibly a mother. You wanted to help those who did not have the same advantages. Wanting to study as he had done possibly gotten a degree in the natural sciences. But time was cruel not just to you but to women of your station. He saw how you took a deep breath. His arms ached to wrap around you in an embrace to at least ease you. But if he was honest, he has missed the feeling of you in his arms even if it was a friendly hug.
“How could I continue our correspondence? How would your potential bride feel if you had communication with a female family friend. I could never do that. It was easier to let you find who you could marry love and have a family with.” The words were hard to say. It felt like your chest burned and if you would be consumed by speaking these words. But if you were being honest, you were scared your hurt would be noticeable in your words. You had no right to have these feelings for a potential stranger despite your childhood history.
Billy had to take a moment. Your words were rational, but something told him there was something being left unsaid. His own heart raced as he tried to understand the feelings your words provoked. He had written you those words to try to get you to come back. He had heard from your grandmother’s home how there were hand chosen suitors for you. How your family would through balls to coax your interests for these potential husbands. If he was honest, he was jealous each time he heard of them even across the ocean. What was worse, that letter that ended up being the last true correspondence was written in jealousy. He couldn’t admit to that now. Now that you are this close to him. Still unmarried by some grace of the gods.
Billy licked his lips trying to finish gathering his thoughts while his gaze was soft and yearning as he took you in. If you hadn’t moved, he could see how his own life would be different with a babe or two here spending time and enjoying the festivities with his own family’s backing in respect for your sister. Not just you and the potential sneers you have received by being past your social season. “I understand the logic. But I don’t particularly enjoy what it caused. I have missed you deeply little shadow.”
You could see how Billy steeled himself to shorten the distance between the both of you. It had you backing to keep the distance. You couldn’t and wouldn’t falter and fall into this pull you felt towards him. The pressure that was on you. Sure, most of them where your own wanting everything to be perfect for your sister and her future match. Everything for you family was riding on a good match after loosing hope with you. Voice faltering as you went towards the entrance to the ball. “It is the past and its best we start living for the present my Lord. It might be the only way at least once of us will find happiness in this life.” With that you entered the stifling ball. The rest of the night passed slowly until it became time for your family to take their leave. It is best always to be wanting more than to overstay your welcome.
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The week passed and Billy was pent up with frustration. Each time he passed by your property instead of finding a glimpse of you it was all potential suitors for your sister. He wanted to stop by and formally meet if you without having to deal with the line of boys. He had hoped the line would subside in a few days but it didn’t seem like it would. So here he was six days since the ball and standing while waiting to speak to you. Sure, this setting with so many eyes where not something he was used to. But he dealt with the irritation of you not answering his correspondence.
Another day of the endless procession of suitors for you sister set your hopes high for her. But also it was a bit monotonous. Bless your sisters heart she gave each of them a smile and tried to provide appropriate conversations with many of them. But there was one you had notice your sister take a liking to. He was always early to try to get personal conversation time with her. He was from a reputable family. Honestly everything that your family would ever want in a partner for their daughter. But one thing was certain you wanted her to want to choose her future and make her own choices. It was almost afternoon when two more suitors were allowed in. Taking the largest bouquet and arranging them to be displayed is when you heard. “His lordship William Russo here to speak to Miss.” Your heart raced as everything became too much and the roaring in your ears took over. The knot in your throat made it difficult to breathe, your eyes burned with the urge to cry. You couldn’t here that he was there for your younger sister. Needing to breathe you didn’t even put the bouquet in its proper place before you were going for the door to the garden. You needed to breathe needed to gateway couldn’t be witness to this and pretend to be happy. Practically running into the place you found solace the garden.
Billy was able to glimpse at you as you took the flowers for your sister with a smile. Gosh he wish you could see yourself how he saw you. Wanting you to know how he felt that so much time had gone by but he still only ever wanted you. His heart raced the palms of his hands wet with sweat as his time to be announced came. But instead of you turning to face him with a bright smile as he expected. You were leaving the room and going into the garden as if putting more distance between the both of you. He looked to your mother who gave a knowing smile and tilted her head to the garden as she took in his pleading eyes. He went after you taking big steps to try to catch up with you.
You could hear footsteps behind you. Quickening your steps to try to get away as the first tears fell across your cheek. Before you could add more space you felt a firm hand on your arm stopping you. The heat radiating from the hand was somewhat comforting. It wasn’t just that you felt a chest behind you as an arm made it way around your waist. Trying to get free of the hold you stepped on the foot next to yours. You heard a curse but the arm didn’t loosen if anything it tightened around you. “No more running little Shadow. I won’t allow it.”
His voice as well as the command in his voice had you stilling as your chest rose and fell with your short breaths. You felt the tip of his nose hit your neck running up to the edge of your ear. “I am here for what is mine. I am here for you.”
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mel-loly · 2 months
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💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome
Wait.. You are Angel!?!!? What a long time no see, my friend!! So happy to have you here again! :DD
Also- aww, thank you a lot! You're still as kind as ever🥺💖
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As I don't have the patience to send it to all twelve people or more, I'll tag them here↓
Tagging: @manpleblog @lelaloly @mari-loly @laf-e-taffy @n0vatsu @boiling-potato @hazelthewolfo @felipegamer @shinyicecube @nys-notalive @cookiebonbon @alcohol1maid @aesopsbaby @menminha @hheywolfy @twiliartsdreams2017 @genkininja21 @felix0w0 @giulybox-04 @foggymayuri @futuristictrashwixen @kaimooncon @dglvr1760 @atlasprefects @argincel @sweety-of-moon @sn00zerk @kaleidiope @rev-illustrates (@kam-xg) @loscompas-blog-uwu @bloxyyjuli @fandeloscompasblog (@fandeloscompasblog2 ) @avery-is-gay @good-hero12 @vnsux (@minholing/you- I hope so.. Idk if it's really the person/friend I think it is or something qkgskabd) @vanetheglitchfox @screwzara @cherrysmokesaconha @sole-keiji @lucytsuki-of @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @angel-the-blocker @sammyblack22 and @everyone who reads this post!! ^^
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