#this is like. 87% one of my stories im writing

[raineandsky]

Hi!

Would you write a story about a body guard and a prince?

The prince doesn't trust the body guard at first, because he thinks that the body guard is someone else's spy. But when the guard saves his life from a deadly assassination all by himself and gets severely injured, the prince apologizes and starts to trust him. Hope you have a great day/night!!

ANON. YOU KNOW ME SO WELL :O thank you for the request - enjoy!!

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The prince is usually woken up by a maid, or his dog, or, god forbid, that goddamn bodyguard barging in for no explicable reason.

It’s not often he’s awoken by the feeling of cold metal against his neck.

Panic crashes through the confusion almost instantly. The prince flails, tangled in royally thick sheets, and his attacker hisses in annoyance. The blade stings against his skin and falls away.

The assassin fumbles after the prince as he scrambles across the bed; they clearly weren’t expecting to deal with him conscious. They grab him by the collar to yank him back into the covers. The force rocks the nightstand, and the flower vase on top of it rocks in tandem. There’s a blissful moment of still nothingness before the vase topples and crashes to the floor with the violence of a swinging hammer.

The door gets battered open with a similar amount of force. The assassin startles, their attention snapped to the giant figure blocking the doorway.

His bodyguard. The prince has seen the way this man’s eyes follow him, how he’s always in the most convenient of places to fall in line with the prince’s day. He’s been spying, he knew it, he’s been relaying information to some treasonous third party—

And now he’s come to join in on the murder, the prince thinks sourly. Amazing.

The guard moves and the prince scrambles to avoid him, but he doesn’t descend on the prince like he was expecting. He takes four assured steps into the room, draws his sword, and throws himself at the assassin.

The assassin lurches to the side, mostly. The guard’s blade catches on their wrist in a bright arc of shining metal and crimson.

The assassin seems to be getting more and more out of their depth with every passing second. They hold their wrist shakily, red leaking through their fingers, stumbling slightly. The prince’s guard moves in for another strike.

He gets too close; the assassin’s ready for him this time. They dart out of reach and breeze their dagger across the guard’s side.

The guard shoves them. It’s almost an instinct. The assassin staggers, making another haphazard swipe to the guard’s chest that he doesn’t even seem to notice. He traps them against the windowsill, his frame blocking their escape, and with one final push they tumble straight out the window.

The silence that follows is more unnerving than the prince expected. The guard leans over the sill slightly to glance at his handiwork, almost unbothered, before finally turning his gaze back inside and to the prince. “You okay?” he asks plainly.

The prince isn’t entirely sure if he’s meant to feel grateful or terrified. The guard steps towards him, a frown creasing his brow, and the prince flinches unintentionally. 

His guard rummages in his pocket before offering him a handkerchief. “You’re bleeding,” he adds after a moment.

He hadn’t even noticed. Now he’s pointed it out, the prince can feel the faint line trailing down his throat. But, Jesus Christ, now he’s said it—

“I don’t think it’s me that needs it,” the prince says faintly.

Blood splatters across the front of the guard’s shirt, leaving unsightly red stains across the fabric like a stark reminder of who he is, of what he can do.

The prince hasn’t really seen blood at all, let alone so much of it. He feels a little weak looking at it but he just can’t seem to avert his gaze. It’s fascinating, in a horrific sort of way.

His guard follows his gaze to the new patterning on his clothes. “Ah,” he says shortly, “I didn’t even notice.”

He stumbles into the plush armchair near the bed, his sword tumbling to the floor. The prince watches with fear that he can’t quite place—the person the prince has always trusted the least—this supposed spy—has put his life on the line, and for what? What does he prove by almost dying?

He moves without thinking, clambering to free himself of covers much too hot and thick. He grabs the blanket from the end of the bed with shaky hands and mindlessly pushes it into the gash on the guard’s side.

The thanks he gets is a sharp hiss and a cringe from his touch. “I— I want to help,” the prince says a little more desperately than is royal.

“Your Majesty, please,” the guard says gently, “I’m okay.”

“It’s a lot of blood.”

“I’m not dead.”

“Not yet,” the prince snaps, and the guard barks a laugh.

He obediently stays put, though, forcing out a long breath as the prince tries valiantly to stem some of the blood leaking all over his lovely velvet chair. His hands tremble, his head light at the feeling of that sickly warmth on his skin, his mind already wandering. 

He was so sure his guard was in on this. If he had been, surely, he wouldn’t have intervened. The prince has spent the last god knows how many months watching him back, waiting for a hint that he’s right, that this man is part of some gang out for his blood.

His waiting was in vain, clearly. The guard’s always been silent—looking back, maybe that was a respect thing—content to just watch from the shadows, unseen until needed—a common trait amongst the crown’s warriors—and Jesus Christ he was just completely normal and the prince misread everything.

“I’m sorry,” the prince blurts before he can stop it. The guard turns his gaze from the window and back to his prince.

“Not your fault people think you’re an easy target.”

The prince doesn’t think too hard about that comment. “You saved my life.”

A half-smile graces the guard’s face for a moment. “As is my duty, Your Majesty.”

Calling it duty is slightly underselling the weight of what he’s done. “No, you saved my life.” The prince keeps his eyes focused on the blanket slowly turning red in his hands, as much as he doesn’t want to, to avoid the way the guard’s gaze is burning into him. “I think a thank you is in order, at least.”

“Oh, uh, a’ight.” The guard clears his throat dramatically. “Thank you.”

“What? No.” The prince laughs, a genuine full-second’s laugh, before he remembers to rein it in. “No, I want to thank you. After I’ve been so… weird to you, you still put yourself at risk for me. I think it’s worth you knowing that I appreciate that.”

The guard flushes for a moment, thankfully turning his interest elsewhere. “Well, your father pays a hefty sum to keep you alive. I’d deal with you actively trying to kill me for the salary I get in this place.”

“And I’m sorry, again” — The guard’s barely finished talking before the words are falling out like they’re desperate to be said — “for being so… so—”

“Suspicious and rude?”

The prince is momentarily incensed enough that his eyes snap up to the guard’s, but he simply grins back. His eyes crinkle slightly, his face brightened. “Your staring wasn’t subtle,” he adds with a short laugh. “At first I thought it might be admiration, but after a while I realised it was only ever me you were looking at.”

It’s the prince’s turn to flush now—mostly out of embarrassment. “Yes, well, I inherited paranoia from my father as well as his crown.”

The guard’s smile turns soft, and the prince decides he’s best to avoid it once again. “You’ve no need to worry,” he says gently. “I’ll always be here to protect you.”

The prince makes some horrendously unchecked noise before clambering to his feet. “Okay,” he says quickly, “hold this against your side and your chest. I’m going to find a doctor that’s awake.”

“That’s usually my job.”

“You’re not usually the one bleeding all over my silk cushions.”

The guard nods like he’s admitting defeat. “Give my apologies to the maids for all the washing they’re about to do.”

“I will,” the prince says with complete earnest, then he’s out the door.

He reappears with the doctor a few minutes later, the latter of which is wearing a rather telling scowl for four in the morning. The guard lets the doctor prod and poke without complaint whilst the prince flutters about nervously.

He’s so focused on the work the doctor’s doing, making sure he’s careful—as if the palace doctor wouldn’t be—that he completely misses his guard’s gaze. Soft, knowing, relieved that the prince is finally watching him with hope instead of mistrust.

It’s a refreshing change to his usual expression. Maybe one day the guard can change it from hope to unwavering faith.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Ok first of all, let me address this. I wasn’t being disrespectful when I said “fucked up stories.” It was a theory.

Second of all, I don’t need your followers insulting me when I never insulted them.

Third of all, you’re still trying to justify that it’s okay to write about rape which is what I’m trying to point out, that’s not okay.

Fourth of all, Most of the people who are defending you are only doing it because they don’t realize how disgusting that is and could possibly fetishize these writings which is what I’m trying to say.

Fifthly, I don’t need you calling me an asshole when I never called you out of your name!! I’m trying to be respectful when you’re just insulting me with no valid respond.

Sixth, I don’t need your followers saying anything about me because of their opinion!! I’m not speaking to them I’m speaking to you.

Seventh, it was just a theory when I said you could be lying about being sexually assaulted, I’m not accusing you of it. But a lot of men and women fake such things so I did include that not to make you angry, but I pointed it out because it is very a common occurrence that happens.

Have a good day, and I don’t need anymore insults im asking for a response??

Maybe don't be an asshole and you won't get called one?

You made a public inbox submission so of course people can respond publicly. It's insane to think otherwise.

Espousing a theory that someone is faking sexual assault is abhorrent unless you have evidence that can prove it.

I just love that you are ignoring my response and pretending that I didn't give one. I gave you a very clear response. Anyone, regardless of whether or not they have been assaulted, can engage with reading or writing rape fantasy content. It doesn't hurt anyone! It doesnt cause people to become rapists or put themselves in a position to be rape. It isn't morally wrong. Get over it.

There was a larger and more recent study than the one in the article I linked to previously. It found, in regard to being forced into a sexual encounter:

61% of self-identified women had fantasized about this before, while 24% said they fantasized about it often.

54% of self-identified men had fantasized about this before, while 11.5% said they fantasized about it often.

68% of non-binary participants had fantasized about this before, while 31% said they fantasized about it often.

Persons with a history of sexual victimization were more likely to report forced sex fantasies. This finding was somewhat surprising to me because it is contradictory to previous research, which found no link between sexual history and forced sex fantasies. However, most studies finding no linkage were based on small college student samples, whereas my sample was larger and more diverse (age range of 18-87). Thus, sampling differences may partly explain the discrepancy. That said, it’s important to note that this association was small, which means that not everyone who has a history of sexual victimization has forced sex fantasies, and that not everyone with these fantasies has a history of victimization. That said, what I suspect is going on here is that forced sex fantasies may be a way that some people with a history of victimization try to take control of a previous experience over which they had no control because, in these fantasies, it is the fantasizer who is in control.

If you don't agree with the science then I guess I am sorry your feelings don't align with research.

[arunneronthird]

The Death of Jason Todd is such a weird moment, and for me makes the birth of Tim kinda all the more special

basically the 1980s you see the birth of the adult comic fan, the late 1970s and early 80s sees comics geared at high school and college age guys, the X-men in 1975 for Marvel and the New Teen Titans in 1980 for DC.

Come 1986-87 you have the adult fans, and for Batman two works by Frank Miller, 1987's Batman: Year One and 1986's The Dark Knight Returns, both project a grim serious "for adults" NOT FOR KIDS! Batman who in both cases does not have a Robin (well DKR kinda does but we'll get there) most importantly DKR is presented as the future of DC comics as having taken place in the main timeline and were we're going. And Batman's shift to a darker more serious more adult character is set off by... the death of Jason Todd.

So you have a camp of comic fans, particularly Batman, fans who wanted to be taken seriously as adults and not have their thing their hobby characterized as "for children" you also have fans, who feel like there should have only ever been one Robin, Dick Grayson. Remember Grayson was a main character in the wildly hugely to this day biggest selling ever New Teen Titans. Till Crisis in 1986 Jason Todd had the same word for word origin story as Dick, he was also a Circus kid, his family was the "Flying Todds" who fell to their deaths. it's not till 1987, only about a year before his death he's given his own famous tire stealing origin story (and black hair...)

Any ways its unclear to this day if fans really did vote to kill him, since there's always been a rumor one person set up an automated system to repeat call the line to kill him, the final difference between kill and not was 72 votes.

However I think in so many ways that makes Tim special because the writers saw what the fans did, saw that neckbeard rotten comic fan boy rage about wanting their adult grown up grim gritty solo Batman and said "no you are wrong, Batman needs a Robin" it's not just Tim saying that to Bruce it's the creators saying it to the fans.

okay this is gonna sound a bit weird but bear with me anon, if u ever like, want to expand on this u should write a post and send me the link so i can rb it cause i think its such an interesting read and it opens up so many posible discussions and people wont be able to talk to u if ur an anon! people including me btw

that being said, it is interesting that the writers doubled down on tim after killing jason, knowing the writers hated jason! at least as far as i know, my sources are as unbiased as any dc fans so... probably biased

i think the person who originally wrote tim did indeed believe furiously that robin did not make the comic immature, he gave depth, but tim was always a... more serious robin, the quirky dialogue was cut a lot, imo, which im not complaining about, i do like the more serious batman tone, but its so fascinating to know why that shift probably came to happen

lastly i may be a dreamer but i chose to believe the poll was not manipulated, if only because of the fact that i would probably have voted to kill him off, and dont get me wrong, i love kid jason, but as a reader, wouldnt u wanna know what would happen, what it would do to bruce who was trying so hard? to dick who never trued as hard as he could? would there be another robin? how can u say no to that

[this-was-a-terrible-idea]

ALRIGHT BEAN YOU DIDN'T RESTRICT THE BOOK RECS ASK SO HERE YOU GO: 1, 7, 8, 16, 18, 20, 23, 42, 51, 60, 62, 77, 87, 90, 91, 121, 124!! (you can skip any that you don't have an answer for and repeat whatever you want also ahhhh the ask won't let me make a new paragraph but it's @bi-bats)

😈 nyehehehe thank u for all the questions ily @bi-bats. kissing u on the forehead for this

1) a book that is close to your heart: i talk about it a lot but The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan. the first book that ADHD problem child baby bean ever read and felt Seen in 💕

7) a book you did not finish: losing my MIND about Husband Material by Alexis Hall. i WANT to finish it but i legitimately CANNOT get over the fact that the author made one of the characters a vegan for ethical reasons after he had a whole ass Moment about a bacon sandwich and Expectations in the previous book. it is SO stupid that i can't get past this but alas

8) a book you finished in one sitting: Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall! yes this is the aforementioned previous book to the book in the last question

16) a book you'd recommend to your younger self: i think i would be a cooler person in general if i read more gothic lit in high school. cool is a relative term btw. i'm recommending to my younger self: read more Poe

18) your least favorite book ever: okay so this one is probably a Required Reading in High School bias, but Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe 😩

20) a book that got you out of a reading slump: Game Changer by Rachel Reid

23) a book that is currently on your TBR: The Secret of the Grande Chateau by Dr. Cecil H. H. Mills! this one is @jayzelnut's influence

42) a book that made you want to scream by the time you got to the end: Vicious by V.E. Schwab. look at what you've done to me misha

51) a book that you found underwhelming: ACOTAR

60) a book that you think about at 3am: The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey

62) a book with a forgettable plot but amazing characters: im being a bit salty here but The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan. the characters are wonderful but the plot (and in some ways the writing) of that book was mid, especially for it being the last book of the series

77) a book so useless that you could use it as a coaster: i got legitimate psychic damage from The Change Up by Meghan Quinn. i gave it a shot after i read and loved the Game Changers series by Rachel Reid bc i thought i might be judging sports romances too harshly but i was not.

87) a book with a predictable ending: is picking a romance book cheating? Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuinston

90) the longest book you've read: given that the official english translation was split up into five volumes, i'm gonna go with MDZS, aka The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, by MXTX. i haven't tallied up how many pages it is but each volume is a decent size so i'm making an assumption that its the longest book i've read

91) the shortest book you've read: if we aren't counting the micro story Warm Up by V.E. Schwab, the shortest book i've read is Galatea by Madeline Miller

121) a book that makes you nostalgic: oh buddy, you guessed it! any of the og Percy Jackson series

124) the book you're currently reading: oh, so many. Chalice of the Gods by Rick Riordan, Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins, Just like Home by Sarah Gailey. AND VICIOUS! I SWEAR I WILL FINISH ANNOTATING IT FOR YOU AAAAAAAAAH

book rec ask game!

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#5

No thoughts…except dirty ones.

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#4

Big Bad Wolf

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It's a beautiful rainy day at the Sanctum but your bored so Sinister decides to incorporate a fairy tale into the gameplay. You are all too eager to play along.

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, deep love, p in v sex, creampie, swearing, Sinister is a bit of a soft!dom, pet names, oral sex (Fem. Receiving), Fingering, No condoms, porn with plot, praise kink, daddy kink

A/N: This smutty story has been rotting in my brain since I first laid eyes on this man. His hands always behind his back like a hunter hunting down his prey. I instantly fell in love with him. He will always be my fictional husband. The song that inspired the story while I was writing is Daddy by Ramsey. I feel like it fits his character so much. Its also my first smutt fic so please be gentle with me.

I really do hope you enjoy it.

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#3

Go ahead and tell me that Im wrong.

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#2

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Oh my Vishanti 💕

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#5

Late - Part Two

Summary: Dr. Myrica and Bond find themselves in another tricky situation

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I hope everyone is having a fantastic week and will be having a splendid weekend coming up. This was written, when a very lovely mutual @valeriegreyy​ asked for a sequel. I am happy to provide it. I hope it’s everything you wished for. 

Thank you to the lovely @mrskenobi19​ and @firstofficerwiggles​ for being beta readers.

Love oo

Warnings: Innuendo, unwanted flirting, dead bodies (slight description: slit throat, gunshot), canon-typical violence, fluff, kissing, angst, I think that’s all of it, if I missed any warnings please let me know.

Thank you all for always letting me know how much you love these stories. I hope you all have an amazing day and a wonderful weekend.

Feel free to drop some love, a comment and/or a reblog, it’s always appreciated.  If you would like to be tagged on any future Bond fic, Star Wars fic, or any future writings, let me know.   Love oo.

AO3 Link   |   Words: 6,012   |   Part One

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“Dr. Myrica?”

“Yes” I looked up from my laptop to see my assistant standing there holding a vase of flowers. I hid the smirk that was threatening to break through, it had to be James, he was out on assignment, but he said he’d be home soon.

“You have a delivery” he advised with a cheeky grin on his lips as he stepped closer to my desk, the flowers were gorgeous, there were a dozen yellow tulips my favourite, sprinkled throughout with anemone and forsythia, both indicating anticipation. I couldn’t hold back my smile anymore, clearly this was classic James.

“Who are they from?” Like I even had to ask.

“Richard, Richard Ingwa. Here’s the card” Davis handed me the little white card, I did my best to hide the shock on my face, the smile falling away. I guess James wasn’t going to be home as soon as I thought, ‘Can’t wait for our evening together,’ ugh, now my tulips were tainted by this man. 

“Why is this man sending me flowers?”

“Maybe he thinks you’ll like them”

“Maybe he thinks he’ll get into my pants”

“Want me to send them back?” 

I looked from the card to Davis, shaking my head ‘no,’ “No, let’s not. Seeing as how he’s supposed to be here for our meeting in an hour. Why do we have to put up with that man? I mean honestly can’t we get a contract with another physicist? Someone who doesn’t make my skin crawl?”

“I just don’t understand why you hate him so much, he’s charming” Davis smirked, “handsome, and the way he fills out those pants, lord of mercy” Davis fanned himself. 

“Then you date him, I am quite happy with my man, thank you”

“You know if you put the two …”

“Stop!” I held up my hand, “I don’t … no!”

“I’m just saying”

“Please don’t ruin James with the ideas of Richard being anywhere near him”

“Speaking of James” Davis leaned against my desk, “where is the man?”

“Business trip”

“He works for a bank right?”

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#4

Knight for a Day

SUMMARY: James takes Izzy on a Knight and Princess day, when everything falls apart.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Oh man, I know this is a bit of a delay, but I really wanted to take my time to do this part justice, I just love the idea of James with a daughter, so I really wanted to show case that bond (no pun intended, hehehe). I hope you guys love it. 

Love oo

Bold - Comm conversations 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, kidnapping, drugged, violence against a child (nothing explicit), canon-typical violence, explosions, buried alive, crawling through rubble, deaths, mentions of blood, kissing, I think that’s it, if I miss any please let me know.

FINALLY HOME (PART ONE)

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“You don’t have to do this you know” 

James turned to look at you, there were many things that he knew he’d never be able to do for you; he’d never be able to give you a normal life, well not at first, but he’s been working on it, doing his best to try to be a normal civilian, but some things were just hard to shake. However, the last thing he’d ever want is for Isabella, his princess, to ever feel she couldn’t have what she wanted. He couldn’t help smiling at you, as he closed the distance, he was wearing his tailored suit that he usually wore when he was on assignment. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in closer, “I know I don’t have to, I want to” he nudged your nose with his. 

“I know, and I love you all the more for doing it. However, I also know you’ve been in a lot of pain lately, and I don’t want you to overdo it. She’ll be a little disappointed but …”

“Love” he gave you that tone, the one that told you there was no point in arguing.

“Alright, fine. I guess I’ll just have to make sure that I have a hot bath waiting for you when you get back” you teased.

He pulled you in closer, as his lips grazed yours, “As long as you join me,” you mumbled an agreement against his lips as he deepened the kiss. 

“Dad, I’m ready!” came Izzy’s voice from the front entrance. 

You both couldn’t help breaking out into a little chuckle at knowing your daughter was ready for her outing; it was a shock to the both of you when one day, she called James, dad, he was completely taken aback at that statement. In fact both of you were completely taken aback, but the way Izzy clung to James since he came into her life, had surprised the both of you, and truly in her eyes, he was her dad, plain and simple, just like Richard was her dad. “Guess that’s my cue” James stated as he looked into your eyes, “we’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Alright, I expect you both back, in one piece please.”

“You have my word, ma’am”

“Mmhmm”

James watched as you headed out to your daughter, he couldn’t believe where his life had led him to; not only had he been blessed enough to find someone who would not only love him for who he was and put up with all his nonsense, but he also gained a daughter he absolutely loved with every fibre of his being. 

He always did his best to try to not let his nightmares, his aches and pains, his dark moods at times, affect you and Izzy. You both needed to be protected even from him, yet somehow you always knew when he was having a dark day. They were becoming less frequent, but you wouldn't hesitate to ask Richard to take Izzy for the day or have her spend time with her uncle Q, allowing you to take care of him, helping him with his own trauma. That was something he never expected, but appreciated immensely, how you always took care of him. It was only right to show how much he loved you, but making sure he did everything in his power to take care of the both of you. Honestly, he never thought he would've been able to love anyone, much less two people as much as he loved the both of you. 

He took a moment to look himself in the mirror, this was the most important day for him and for Izzy, this was a day he was hoping would live on in her memory, in both your memories. He rechecked to make sure he had Izzy’s present in his pocket, made sure he was looking his best in his three piece dark blue suit that you loved so much on him, he cleared his throat pushing away the nerves that were fluttering as to what he was hoping would be a memorable day for everyone. He was adjusting his tie, when his phone buzzed. He looked at the text.

‘Your driver will be arriving in five minutes’

A smirk appeared on James' face, he couldn’t wait to see the expression on Izzy’s face when she saw what he had pulled off for her. He headed out of your shared bedroom, making his way downstairs. When he got to the front door, he didn't find either of you, he wasn’t even sure where you had taken Izzy, but that’s okay, this would work out perfectly. He stepped outside, waiting by the curb as the horse drawn carriage pulled up. The man driving was decked out in complete regalia as per James' request. 

“Thank you for coming”

“Of course, Mr. Bond, so I understand this is a special trip, you planned?”

“Yes …” James couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his lips, “my daughter and I planned a princess and knight day, so I am her knight.”

“Well in that case, good Sir, I have provided some hot chocolate, a blanket, and a variety of snacks.” The man motioned towards the basket that rested on the floor, “Now you hadn’t mention if either of you had any allergies, so I tried to keep it as neutral as possible, there are apple slices, grapes, some chocolates, shortbread cookies, but I am always happy to stop somewhere along the way and pick up something that would be high end, for the princess and her knight” the driver gave James a kind smile, yet there was something about him that made James uneasy. 

He brushed the thought aside, chalking it up to just a lifetime of always being on guard. “Thank you, that is very kind of you. Now I just have to go and make sure the princess is ready.”

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52 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#3

Payback - Part 1

Summary: Benoit x F!Reader (with name) take on a new case

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

This is my first attempt at a Benoit Blanc fic, it’s a three part series, I hope you guys like it. I thoroughly enjoyed it. @mrskenobi19 and @firstofficerwiggles​ Thank you for being my beta reader, you’re just lovely. Tell me what you guys think, I know it’s not a Bond fic, but it is Daniel Craig adjacent, lol. Don’t worry this is another Bond fic coming, it’s all typed up and ready for you guys. This is a special thank you for the 175 followers!!! 

Love oo.

Warnings: Unwanted flirting, awkward flirting, murder, attempted murder, poisoning, police action, kidnapping, threats, slight description of physical illness, medical procedures, drowning implied, grief, shock, I think that’s it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.

Feel free to drop some love, a comment and/or a reblog, it’s always appreciated.  If you would like to be tagged on any future Bond fic, Star Wars fic, or any future writings, let me know.   Love oo.

WORDS: 8,382 - Sorry first part got away from me, hehehehe.

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“Mr. Blanc, your next appointment will be here shortly,” I looked to the man who sat behind the desk, taking a moment to admire his form. Not only was he a handsome older southern gentleman, but the man knew how to wear a suit, he was wearing his glasses, his ‘old man glasses’ as I called them, which always earned me a chuckle. His dress shirt sleeves were rolled up, and who could forget his suspenders that matched his socks and shoes. I loved that look of his, of course I’d never admit that to him, same way I would never admit how I’d fallen in love with him since the moment he walked into my life.

“You have worked with me for how long now, Emi?” He looked up at me from the newspaper he was reading, his blue eyes piercing into mine.

“Six years, Monsieur Blanc,” I couldn’t help teasing him, as a smirk appeared on my lips.

Blanc couldn’t help but admire you, there was always something so special about the way you looked into his eyes. He always did his best to remain as professional as possible, especially when you agreed to be his assistant after he had your previous employers arrested for fraud. 

He still remembers the day, when the police left with them in handcuffs, he found you sitting on the steps of the office. Your tears were streaming down your cheeks, upon seeing your dejected face, his heart began to break. You had no idea what they had been doing, but when you found out your conscience plagued you, telling you that you were the one to blame for being so naïve. When he helped you to realize it wasn’t your fault, you were resolved to make it right, to help all those who had been affected by your employers, intent on returning all the money to the clients they had defrauded, and see what could be done to appease the others. 

He stayed by your side for months helping you sort it all out, and when you had done all you could, you were left unemployed, penniless, and with a ruined reputation. That’s when a protective feeling began to appear deep within his core, it was small at first, his first concern was to make sure he could help you out, even if it was in the smallest way possible. He told himself it was just until you got back on your feet, until you found another job. At least, by helping you he would feel he had eased his own conscience, you were as much a casualty of your employers’ actions as any of their clients. 

Six years later, you were still by his side and he wouldn’t have it any other way, you’d become an integral part, not just to his investigative process but also to his life. 

“Well, Mademoiselle Emi, will there ever be a time you’ll call me by my first name?”

“Possibly, but that’s for me to know, and for you to find out,” I teased him, there was a subtle grin on his face. Despite the 10 year age difference, we got along like two peas in a pod. When he offered me the job, I was sure he was just taking pity on me. I was also certain that as soon as my six-month contract with him was up, he would have been excited to get rid of me, but after our first two cases together, I realized there was no job I would ever want to do, unless it was working with Benoit, and after three months, I was prepared to convince him to let me stay. I had rehearsed my speech at least a thousand times, but when I finally had the courage to talk to him, he beat me to it and told me that I could stay as long as I want.

“You’ll have to actually allow me an opportunity to figure that out,” Blanc teased back. This had also been part of their relationship, it had started completely by accident the flirty nature between the two, but it soon became one of his favourite things about the relationship you two had.

“Unfortunately, not right now. As I stated, your next client will be here shortly.” I grabbed my iPad looking at the details, for the next client.

“Do I want to take this person on?”

I shrugged, “His story is quite an interesting one, you did say that when he first contacted us a week ago.”

“Remind me.”

“James Hammond, single, 40-year-old male, has been receiving threats of a deathly nature for the past few weeks. At first he thought it was nonsense, some sort of joke or prank, but when he nearly died after having his brake line cut, and then when he found shattered glass found in the food that had been delivered, he started to take the threats more seriously.”

“Yes, I remember, did he say why he waited so long to see me?”

“He said he needed to finalize a business deal first, which took place out of the country. He arrived back Stateside yesterday, today was the soonest he’d be able to see you.”

“Hmmm”

“Mmhmm” I heard the front door to the office open, “that should be him, I’ll bring him back.”

“One second” Benoit stood from his seat as he rolled down his sleeves, if I happened to linger my gaze a little longer than necessary, who was to know? I watched as his hands shifted to straighten his tie, before putting on his suit jacket. Good lord, that man knew how to fill out a suit. “You know a picture lasts longer.”

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87 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Betrayal

Summary: The war ended but now you have deal with a trauma you weren’t expecting. (Wolffe x reader)

A/N: Hello Lovelies

This came to me after learning a sad news about a friend of a friend. It’s never easy dealing with betrayal. Quick pause, I just want to clarify Wolffe is not the betrayer, here. Okay, continuing on, I wrote this with a specific person in mind, so it might be a little character heavy. If this has happened to you, I am truly sorry, and I hope this story brings you some comfort. Just know that after the pain, starts the healing and eventually each day gets better.

Thank you @firstofficerwiggles for being my beta reader, you’re awesome bestie!

Italics - flashback

Warnings: Pain, grief, mentions of drinking, marital betrayal, violence (mild), fluff, angst, I think that’s all of it, if I miss any please let me know.

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You just had to get through tonight, that’s it, just get through the next few hours of celebrating the end of the war, and then you could go home and cry your eyes out. Just keep up the happy face. Smile, nod, joke, repeat.

I should have known something was up, the way they pulled away from me, the way they kept coming up with excuses to spend time anywhere but with me, however I didn’t want to believe it, how could I? How could I believe that my husband, the one I dedicated myself to, the one I loved unconditionally would have turned his back on me.

Was I not enough? Not pretty enough? Not adventurous enough? Was it something about my skin? My eyes? Maybe it was my hair? Maybe I wasn’t funny enough? Not kind enough?

“Hey” I turned to look at Sinker, his face was full of concern, “you okay?”

“Yeah” I gave him my best fake smile, “why wouldn’t I be?”

“You sure?” Sinker looked as though he didn’t fully believe me, but took my nod as an answer and focused back on the table. We were all drinking, all laughing, joking, but I wasn’t really listening.

“Anyone want a refill?” I asked, to the table, a few of the guys raised their hands, I nodded, taking their order and headed to the bar. I motioned to the droid behind the bar, gave our order as quickly as possible, I was focused on my hands remembering what just happened hours ago, when we landed.

“Honey, I’m home” I noticed his shoes by the door, I couldn’t help the smile that graced my lips. Thinking I’d never have to leave his side again, I was home and this was it. We could start our lives.

“Did you hear?” I asked as I left my bag by the door, it still felt weird, even after all these years calling his place, our place, especially since oftentimes I was on the Triumphant with the 104th. I walked further into the apartment. “Turns out Chancellor Palpatine was behind the whole thing” I continued talking, despite the nagging feeling in the back of my head, “Fox apparently found out evidence, and turned it into the Jedi, isn’t that great! All our plans …” my voice caught in my throat at the scene that was before, it took me a minute to understand the motions I was seeing belonged to my spouse and his co-worker.

They just sat there looking at me, “Babe …” silence permeated every inch of the apartment, suffocating me, choking me, “you’re home sooner than I thought?”

“How … how …” were the only words that came out, as tears began to prick my eyes. He got up from the bed, donning a pair of pants, he walked towards me, I took a step back. Until my eyes locked on their co-worker’s, I don’t know what came over me I lunged for his coworker, ready to scratch out their eyes, I’m not sure who screamed, whether it was them, him, or me, all I know is he grabbed me by the waist dragging me away from the bedroom, closing the door behind us. I turned to face him, my fists pounding on his chest, tears streaming down my face, “How could you! Why? WHY!”

“I’m sorry!” Is all he said, as he held me, trying to prevent me from hurting him.

“WHY!?”

“Really!” He finally stated, as he pushed me onto the chair in the living room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re never here! When you are, it’s for two weeks, maybe a month and then you’re off again, with your boys”

“What!”

“Come on, you care more about those clones than about me!”

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I posted 4,289 times in 2022

That's 2,143 more posts than 2021!

206 posts created (5%)

4,083 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 2,094 of my posts in 2022

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34 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

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thinking about galavant again. like madalena and gareth really should’ve realized that the feeling they were feeling was friendship in the end because i really don’t think either of them had had a friendship before let alone a m/f friendship [i deleted text here cause it was long]

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thinking about how much the narrative is like richard has never had a friend besides gareth up until this point and he idealizes love and the stories that he’s heard about love. and its just like. when you’re that inexperienced and that desperate to feel it and to be in a relationship you’re going to have trouble differentiating between platonic and romantic love. and its like suddenly a woman is into him. possibly for the first time in his life. and it feels different than with madalena because he’s not trying to coax her into his idea of love. instead bobby is the one initiating which is new and exciting and never happened before so he goes for it. even though it takes three bottles of wine for him to get it up and he like cries a whole bunch. and like this happened because of the adrenaline from galavant dying and coming back. and then there’s the looming threat of death overhead anyways because theyre preparing to fight in a war so there’s some of that now or never desperation on top. desperation that can disguise a lack of any true feeling or attraction. and i just know that as soon as the two of them are living alone with no sign of gareth or galavant in sight (two men richard feels unlimited affection for). all of the pep in richard is going to be running on the idea of love and the idea of being in a relationship and he’s going to float along none the wiser because his only other romantic relationship was with madalena meanwhile bobby is going to slowly come to the realization that this is hollow and askew and that feeling is going to suffocate her until she gets desperate and runs away

44 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

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pics that go hard

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My #1 post of 2022

im on season two of xena

53 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

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[lutes-and-dandelions]

Talk about your current wips. ;)

Oh you 😏😘😘😘😘😘😘 you know how to treat a girl right 🤣💖 thanks bb, you’re the bestest 🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖💖💖😘😘😘😘

SO BASICALLY I’m working on one main wip that’s working title is Siren Song and it’s Harringrove cos theyre my baby bois and It is BY FAR the most nice and self indulgent thing I’ve ever written. It’s a supernatural detective fic set 30 years post canon, in London from Steve’s POV.

Robin and Steve moved to London in ‘87 to work for “The Agency”, dealing with the weird and wonderful world of London’s supernatural population, protecting the public from it and it from the public.

Robin no longer works for the agency in the story but her 23 year old daughter, Olivia does, Steve is basically her Dad and now I can’t look at photos or videos of Joe Keery with children without thinking “ah Younger Steve and Baby Olivia”. My brain will never be able to separate the two again.

It’s SUPER SELF INDULGENT because I decided that as Robin is a trumpet player on the show, upon moving to the UK she would put her trumpet down, take up the corner and join a brass band. Brass Bands are not as big as part of UK culture as they used to be but they’re still going moderately strong. I play in a brass band and have for 18 years and I’ve been playing for 20 now. Both of my parents play, it’s how they met. I wouldn’t be alive with them. So I thought it would be fun to inject some of that into a story and it is! I don’t know if it’ll make a lick of sense to anyone who reads it but I am trying to like explain as I go so hopefully that works.

The family love language is insults so I’m having a great time writing the banter plus like it’s 2014 so they have iPhone 5 and can text each other loving insults and Steve may be almost 50 but he’s still Steve, he just likes to complain about how old he is. Plus like he’s had a life, they all have and it’s just really fun to write.

And yeah in the first chapter Billy shows up very unexpectedly and shenanigans ensue and of course, eventually, they fall in love.

Im currently writing chapter 7, it’s just over 20k at the moment. I like to finish stuff before I post them because I don’t like to leave people hanging. I think it’ll probably be somewhere between 18-25 chapters long. The tone is super light, some of the dialogue is a bit cracky in places but I don’t care. I’d love to tag it as a comedy but don’t quite have the balls to 🤷🏻‍♀️

Steve is also obsessed with Greggs (I SAID it was self indulgent).

[spacedykez]

oh right i was gonna. send an ask in. crap okay- for the writer ask game; 15, 23, 33, 35, 55, 62, and 87 (random)

(writing ask game!)

15. where do you share your writing? sigh. im tired of linking things nixxxx i just made two long posts with tons of links today /lh but that does mean the links are easily available! here’s my ao3 and here’s #paciFics.

23. how do you deal with writers block? badly. ususally by simply Not Writing. very bad practice. lately (as in the last few months) my strategy has been scoll #whump prompts or @/prompts-in-a-barrel to get myself in the mood and then write a shorter thing inspired by that. unfortunately as you can see from my ao3 i have a tendency to lose interest in longfics and once i do i just. never get back to them. sigh. hyperfixations my beloved and beloathed

33. do you start with the characters or the plot when writing? i mean, that depends. sometimes i get fic ideas that are "this character does this" (cough branzypierce) and sometimes i get fic ideas that are just "oh, this would be a cool thing to write (magic by moonlight). branzypierce fics have been All character, but also quite a bit inspired by quotes actually. bleeding out in your arms tonight literally came to my mind when i read this:

35. tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot

oh gosh okay well i mean most of the characters i latch on to are because i see myself in them at least a little. double life pearl, i suppose. i feel the abandoned thing a bit because i do tend to feel very lonely especially since i wouldn't say i have very many friends irl, but really she's not like me at all. then again, i've never been in a death game! but for all i joke about violence i really would never hurt anyone. somebody'd stab me and i'd apologize.

55. do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? well. a question i accidentally answered! okay so i have several longfics lying abandoned (but trust me they don't leave my mind i feel guilty constantly) including scott's eternal winter, which was e1!scott turns evil and instead of corruption covering the world, it's ice/snow. i have tried to write the next at least five times and i have the outline and chapter titles i just. Can't find the motivation.

alone was pure torture (no, literally. i mean. like. that was the fic) i left it because i never really watched the dsmp enough to have a good characterization of anyone and also it just felt. i don't know. too much. people say a lot of tommy fics are torture/trauma porn or something like that and i just felt like it was too angsty.

the legend of the stag siblings i feel bad about. i just think i rushed the plot and it wasn't as well-written as it could have been and also i just. Lost motivation. if i were to pick it back up again (which i do still love the concept) i would rewrite it quite a bit.

and then on this topic i have two like 3000 word oneshots i never published. one is an owl house fic that i could probably post and just say it's incomplete, it's completely readable, i just had more plot planned and then got sucked into mcyt again. and the other is an old basically ventfic (the closest i've ever written) with o!scott. the problem was that i used it as an outlet for my emotions and that worked too well so i never finished it because by the time i hit like 3k words i wasn't in that headspace anymore and i couldn't bring myself to try to get back into it to finish the story.

oh. long answer whoops. um well they haunt me okay. im terrified magic by moonlight will join them cause so many people like it and i don't want to let them down and- okay. shush paci.

62. what’s the weirdest reason you’ve ever shipped something? because i hate my streamer. one guess as to what this is referring to. yes it's ace race x sally. i am starting to be unironically here for the narrative of the wilbur soot ace race saga god help me.

87. does your writing style change depending on the genre you write?

well, i mean i don't know? i only really write fantasy/fanfiction but i would say probably yes? like i do enjoy experimenting with different styles sometimes. my favorites have been Journal, Yin And Yang, bleeding out, and Flicker just because i tried really out-there and obvious style choices and i do really like them. you haven't read journal, yin/yang, and flicker i'm sure.

but journal was an experiment in writing first-person pov, yin/yang was one of my first times writing this sort of opposites-symbolism thing i really like where it's sort of playing with antonyms (light/dark, order/chaos) and since then i've sort of improved on that to add more metaphor/description to my fics. and i'm still SUCH a sucker for good comparisons like this. bleeding out was fun because i added the parentheses to create this growing sense of dread and tension (i really think it worked). and flicker was all about description which was a fun excercise!

on this sort of topic, my writing style wasn't that different but antlers was SO fun to write and i can't tell you why without spoiling it but i LOVE it so mucchhhhhh

[contrapposto-leto]

Somethimes I wonder if you are watching in the shadows. Looking at the ghost of our public exihubition. I drempt of you a few times since we last spoke. The first was horrifying. The pain pourd from you, it flooded the hallway. The second. We were in a state park. You sat at my picnic table and looked outward. Gazing to the blue sky. Smiling softly. Happy to be near by. The last one you had me. Pinned to the bed by your stubble my skin tingled. First we flirted in the halls, letting the electricity charge, then you were swimming between my thighs, grinning as you held my leg on your shoulder.

I miss you.

I am scared to ventur out. To seek you in my dreams and about. It's as if I taste a fruit that is delicious yet kills me with each bite. But perhaps that is just the fear talking.

Yet. Here I am. Wondering about the trek. Would I be so daring?

To flaunt myselr?

I am sunburned today. I rememer how the sun kissed my skin that week and you could not look away. Your arm felt so strong as I clung to it in fear of the san diego traffic. The tingles that run through me when I imagine us together never stop. I felt them then I feel them now.

Sometimes I torture myself with our vast correspondences. You probably have no such luxury. You probably don't get to see my face whenever you feel like. You probably can't read letter after letter of how we would yearn for eachother. How we wanted to drag eachother into the mud and just never wash again. Nasty. The stories we'd write, the encouragement to continue to the next act, my creative writing thrived. As did yours. You are so gifted and Im afraid you are letting yourself languish.

Sometimes the moments are so intense it is like you are sitting next to me. Part of me wants to think we have some connection and that we are still (ugh) connected through the universe (cringe).

But I can still hear your voice

"What happened? I lost the connection?" Perhaps you are. You did say it then.

I do miss you. So often I just want to talk to you about the world and I get so upset, morose, weepy, angery that I cannot. I simply do not even have that luxury. Oh how I miss it.

So much has changed since then.

Clearly I want you to miss me like I miss you. But that is unlikely. I understand the situation.

Part of me wants you to be as batshit as I am. Thinking this is the only possible way you'd know.how to contact me. Unable to remember aything but this. Would be easier to find me here then to summon a long dead email. Part of me wants you to see this. Maybe because I didn't really get......closure? Part of me hopes that this public outcry will allow me to sleep or slip further into maddness, either way I'd rather expedite the process.

Perhaps I am also jealous. Knowing that I will never feel like that again, never experience the stubble on your chin again. Oh god i am such a sap.

Honestly so many people are terrible sexually. Some or them are downright aweful. But you were a god. Someone who can communicate effectively what feels best and understane their partners needs. Goddamn im getting flustered just thinking about it. I am jealous that someone who dosent want it gets to deny it every day. I wanted only to exsist in that erotic space.

It was hard, without your kindness. I had become so reliant on it.

I realized those words were gifts.

Even if you saw this what would it mean? That im still obsessed?

Or am I justified in my constant lusty sadness? No goodbye? That shit huuuuurt. Still hurts. Hurts that you won't see this (probably) id say I am 87% sure that you will never see this. Why would you.

I find myself wanting to say everything I never got to say to you, all the things I wanted to ask.

I already personally hate not knowing things and not being able to ask you questions is worse. Bevause it is like i had the opritunity and failed but that I also sorta could.

I have so much I want to share with you.

Why did we have to be so good?

[weasel-b33]

500 Miles (j.p x fem!reader)

Description: A few years after the birth of your son Harry, you and your husband James recall the beginning of your relationship. (NO VOLDY I CAN NOT DO THAT TO MYSELF) 

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, A little Swearing, idk Cute Daddy James, Prolly many spelling errors I wrote this late and I am very tired...

 (THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SOMETHING KINDA SIRIUS hehe SO IM SORRY IF IT IS TERRIBLE) 

Also the dates may be a bit wrong so im sorry in advance!! 

italicized is flashback!! 

Lyrics used in the song are from “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers (I KNOW THE SONG CAME OUT IN ‘87 BUT SUSPEND YOUR DISBELIEF PLEASE)

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The rambunctious laughter of the four year-old toddler and his father echoed throughout the large estate.

“Daddy!” exclaimed the messy haired Harry, “Can I please have a story.” Heavily emphasizing the puppy dog eyes he learned from his godfather, Sirius, a few years prior.

James Potter, the man unable to say no to anyone, tried to recall a story he had not told his son. Thinking back to the fairy tales of a prince slaying a fictional dragon, even though they are very much real, to save the princess that his mother used to tell him, James realized he was all out of good material. 

“I’m sorry bubs, I have nothing new too share,” the bespectacled man added lamely. The disappointment was instant on the child’s face, but luckily before the waterworks began, Y/N Potter strolled through the foyer into the den.

“Mommy!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and bonding over to his mother, nearly knocking her over with his brute strength.

“Umph- Where’s the fire lovey?” you questioned with a slight chuckle. The dramatics of your son were never a surprise. Between his father and Sirius, you were surprised he had not acted much worse. Walking, more like sliding due to the child gripping your calves, over to your husband and lightly pecking his lips you ask, 

“What’s wrong now?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he sheepishly stated, “I sorta don’t have a new story to tell him... he’s a bit peeved, if you couldn’t tell.”

A loud laugh tore through your throat as you pet your son’s hair affectionately.

“Come off Harry, Mommy has a perfect story to tell you,” you crooned softly.

“You do?”Harry questioned, rubbing the tears out of his stunning green eyes.

You picked him up and sat down near James, “Yes poppet, I have a very interesting story about how two very special people fell in love.” 

James quickly turned his head and quirked a questioning brow, “It all started when they were 15...” 

November 7, 1975

Quietly sitting on the vermilion couch of the Gryffindor Common Room, you began to fade out the noise of Lily ranting about the recent History of Magic exam, and Marlene’s long monologue over if she should or should not cut bangs. Instead, you were beginning to rip out each and every one of the hairs on your head because your Potions essay was nearly finished, yet you could not get those final words to conclude it all. 

Across the common room, a rowdy group of teenage boys, better known as the Marauders, were planning the newest prank on Snape. 

"We should give him that shampoo that will change his hair pink,” Sirius added.

Remus shook his head disapprovingly, “Pads, we did that last time come on..”

“WE HAVE NOTHING! WHAT IS WRONG WITH US, MOONY, HELP I’M DYING OF NO CREATIVITY!” Sirius exclaimed throwing himself across the scarred boy.

Although, many people turned their attention to the dark haired pureblood, James seemed he could not take his eyes off the girl nearly burning holes into her parchment, the girl he has fancied since he was 12. 

While playing with the snitch he stole, he said, “What if we tried that new rain spell we learned in charms today?” 

“Too difficult, we have not had enough practice.” Remus dismissed. “Well what if I found someone to practice on?” James added quickly turning to face his werewolf best friend. 

“Sure... Whatever, I could care less- Pads, get the bloody hell of me before I kick your arse,” 

“I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY REMUS JOHN,” Sirius yelled beginning his quick climb up the stairs to the boys dorm, with Remus and Peter quickly following.

“You comin’ Prongs?” Remus asked to the brunette still staring at the girl with shaky hands.

“No, I’ll come up in a few, still want to try to figure this prank out...” he said quietly. The lanky boy followed his best friends line of sight and quietly smirked to himself.

“Alright, don’t wear yourself out too much.” 

Even throughout the commotion, you still made no move to change your line of sight. That was until Marlene nudged you and whispered into your ear.

“Psst! Oi! Y/N! Why is Potter staring at you?” 

You quickly shook your head and waved off her question, opting to continue to find the right words.

Well until your blonde friend gripped your jaw, and turned your head to the direction of the boy. You instantly made eye-contact with the messy haired Gryffindor and quirked a brow. He smirked and turned his head away. You thought nothing of the interaction, until you felt a sudden drop above your head...

Instantly, it seemed as though there was a storm in the common room. Looking towards the ceiling you saw the dark rain cloud above your head. Quickly turning your head to the essay you were writing you noticed it completely wet and ruined. You jumped into action, trying to salvage what you could, but it was too late. Ignoring the screeches of your friends and fellow housemates, you began to look for the source of the cloud.

That was until you made eye contact with the laughing and smug James Potter.

“POTTER!” you yelled. Almost immediately the rain stopped, but the damage had been done. “JAMES POTTER! YOU BETTER HAVE A REASON YOU STARTED A STORM IN THE COMMON ROOM!” 

Hearing the commotion, the rest of the Marauders came down to the common room to witness what was happening. But all they saw was a yelling match between you and their brunette best friend.

“YOU ARE A DICK JAMES POTTER! KARMA IS A BITCH AND SHE IS COMING! IT’S GONNA BE SO NICE TO SEE YOUR FACE WHEN ALL YOUR ACTIONS FINALLY COME TO KICK YOU IN THE ARSE!” you yelled.

“What? I did nothing, I don’t mean to dampen your mood, but I have no idea what you are on about.” James replies smugly.

“UGH- YOU ARE A BULLY AND A RIGHTEOUS, STUCK UP, EGOTISTICAL ARSEHOLE! I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS BECAUSE-- OH MY! I-” You were quickly being dragged away by your red head companion. 

“Y/N, he is not worth it... let’s just leave.” 

“NO! I HAVE TO RESTART MY ESSAY! I WAS THIS BLOODY CLOSE. UGH- YOU ARE AN ARSE JAMES POTTER I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT!”

“Y/N, it was just a prank, its no big deal relax.” James said.

“RELAX! ARE YOU KIDDING... I-” you paused taking shallow and rapid breaths, ‘you know I can not believe you think its funny. You truly have no regard for people and how they feel do you?” you asked slowly and meticulously. 

“Prongs, just apologize and lets go..” Remus said quickly.

“I- I didn’t realize it would be that big of a deal.” James tried to say to you, but it was no use because you had already dragged Lily and Marlene out the common room and to the library to re-start your assignment. 

“Oh, COME ON! I did not” James stated jokingly.

“Darling, you must certainly did, I barley passed that essay as well. I blame you for me getting an E in that class.” You replied giggling.

“Moooommmyyy! Story, get back to the story,” Your son said dramatically, grabbing your cheeks and turning to face him for extra effect.

Hearing a chuckling from James in the background, “Alright bubs, back to the the story”

January 23, 1976

After months of back and forth between you and James, he was fed up trying to get your attention. From roses to chocolate, to even a firework show in your honor, James believed he had done everything to apologize to you for his stupid prank and prove his affection.

Tired of his friends constant whining, Remus and Sirius decided to take matters into their own hands and talk to someone who knew you better than anyone else, Lily and Marlene.

“Oh Evans, Mckinnon, we are in grave need of your beautiful minds” Sirius flirted. Remus smacked him across the head adding, “Ignore the git, we need some help its about-”

“James?” Lily and Marlene said in unison.

“Yeah...how did you know” Remus questioned. “Are we gonna ignore the fact they spoke at the same time” Sirius said, once again receiving a blow from his friend.

Rolling her eyes, Lily remarked, “Well, Y/N has been complaining about him for months,” Marlene quickly interjected, “...and you never are without him so its an easy assumption. 

Now its was the boys turn to roll their eyes to the back of their heads. “Anyways, he will not shut up about getting her to forgive him... so we were wondering if you had anything that could work to get her to forgive him?” Remus pleaded with the best Sirius puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Fine,” Lily and Marlene said jointly.

“THEY DID IT AGAI- OH NOT YOU TOO AS WELL!” Sirius exclaimed rubbing the now sore bump on his head. 

Ignoring the dog’s dramatics, the group of four began conducting a plan for James that would knock Y/N’s socks off.

At this point, Harry had nestled between his parents and fell into a deep sleep.

The two of you put him to bed and settle down back into the living room.

Looking longingly at his wife, James says, “Well, might as well finish the story love... it is the best part.”

Giggling at the antics of your husband, you shrug and began to finish the story...

February 14, 1976 

The Great Hall looked as though Cupid had just went on a decorating rampage. The room lined with pink and red hearts and the sight of loving couples nearly made you want to gag. Then, you remembered the boy who has dying to get your attention for the past months and can not seem but to get excited.

What does he have planned for you? Is he gonna get me a gift? Do I look presentable? 

“WHAT!” you quickly think to yourself, “Why in Merlin’s name am I excited to to see Jame- Potter. Godric I can’t feel like this for him... He his as a fly that buzzes and will not leave me alone... but he is not the worst to look at”

You quickly snap out of your thoughts as Lily starts to put food onto your plate. You begin to eat, but can only think of one thing.

James Potter.

“Why?” You begin questioning again, “Godric, Y/N You like him... No I do not.. You realize you are having this whole conversation within your brain, right? It is obvious you like him...” you grumble to yourself as you realize your psyche has won once again.

Lily noticing your strange behavior begins to question if you discovered what they have planned. 

Almost as though the boys heard Lily’s thoughts the beginning of the plan is activated.

Instantly, the candles in all of the Great Hall extinguish and there is the beginning of a song plays.

Suddenly, a spotlight shines onto the teachers table where atop, James and the rest of the Marauders stand, Remus and Sirius with guitars and Peter on the drums. James holding a mic begins to sing...

When I wake up, Well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.

Your head snaps to the noise and there you see in all of his glory, James Potter holding a microphone staring straight at you.

When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along.

Quickly shoving the breakfast roll down your throat you nearly choke as you see the boy slowly make his way towards the front of the Gryffindor table.

When I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you.

Your eyes widen comically when you see James Potter jump onto the Gryffindor table. 

And when I haver, hey I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you.

Slowly, the boy begins his walk across the table to where you sit. You try to make a run for it, but Lily and Marlene quickly grab your arms and anchor you down to the bench 

“What friends you are!” you hiss at the two.

Marlene just rolls her eyes and Lily pinches your hip.

And I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who rolls a thousand miles To fall down at your door

Once the boy is standing in front of you he reaches down for your hand. Stubbornly, you ignore his gesture, well until your two friends throw you up onto the table with the love struck brunette. 

When I come home well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you And when I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.

You grip onto the boys biceps for stability and are forced to look into his ravishing hazel eyes...

In that moment you forget all that he has done to you in the past and all you can think about is him and you. 

But I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who roles a thousand miles To fall down at your door.

Smiling, to yourself, you grab the face of the boy in front of you and mold your lips together. Ignoring the cheers of your classmates, the only sounds you hear are the background noise of the boy’s best friends signing backup. 

Da da da  Da da da                                                                                                            Da Da Dun Diddle                                                                                            Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da.....

Smiling to yourself and grabbing the hand of the man you love you start laughing.

“What’s so funny, love?” James asks.

“Nothing.... Just we began dating because you performed a whole song and dance in front of the entirety of Hogwarts.” you reply breathlessly.

“Well, hey, look at us now... happy, healthy, and a true family.” he replies smiling at your antics.

You lay down your head into the lap of your husband, and look up into his hazel eyes you got lost into all those years ago, “Such a sap, Potter, such a sap...”

Kissing your cheek softly, “Only for you, my darling girl... only for you...” 

“I love you Jamie”

“I love you more, my love.”            ______________________________________________________________

AHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! IM SORRY IF IT IS SO BAD!! THIS IS MY FIRST FIC PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I COULD DO ANYTHING BETTER!!! AHHHH (but like kinda like this story... kinda proud ;))

[mallowstep]

sorry im not in the wc fandom but i just wanted to tell u that my friend found out he had a daddy kink thru ur fic and hes crying and screaming xd by the way my friend gushes abt u sound like a fantastic author!

i am SCREECHING dslkjalsdkj;fdas;kjlaf

god what is with everyone and talking about me with my friends. there r NOT that many of you so one of y'all is really chatty or smthn in which case 🥰

okay to person who discovered you have a daddy kink: my ex discovered he had a daddy kink when he was jokingly like "call me daddy," i was like "okay sure daddy," and he was like "wait no i want to call you daddy." true story. i don't have a daddy kink n i emotionally connect w people by telling relevant anecdotes so uh. yeah. hope u find a daddy/get to be someone's daddy, hats off to u.

and ASDLFKJADSL;JFK i cannot believe ur talking about me to your friends like. scream.

i need you to understand: let matthew set the scene for you. the year is 20[redacted you don't get to know how old i am]. baby matthew is like...13? 14? all of his friends r homestucks reading fics etc etc etc.

okay whoops so below the cut will be the full version, which, like. just gets into some of my experiences with sexuality. there's nothing bad/that needs a warning, but (a) it's getting long and (b) ehhhhh i don't really feel comfortable being the adult talking about discovering one's sexuality to youngsters, so. that's a 16+ below the cut.

the tldr is: me and my friends did something very similar and it is WILD to me that i am the person WRITING that now. absolutely wild. cannot believe it (and yet it's true).

again everyone i'm looking for 16+ only down here. now. where i left of:

all sorts of nonsense happens as things do when ur teens. i would LOVE to make jokes but they'd require explaining fandom context so the tl/dr is if you think i'm problematic NOW, you should've seen me back then. so okay so we're trading fics, y'know the usual "i can't believe i read this trust me you have to read this." nyway.

the fic of the hour, the one that i am telling you this story to get to, is by the one and only 2x2verse (agent_florida). now, what you have to know about them is that they've written 138 fics over about ten years, and 87 of them are explicit. i will not be linking what i am about to talk about because, well, i have a thing about not directly linking to certain things, and y'all just have to deal with that. i am giving you all the information you need.

now, 2x2verse is not the only foundational author from this period. thermodynamicActivity was and remains my poison of choice (and poison is the wrong word to use, as "i will read all their dreams to the stars" may have saved my life), NoBrandHero is another favourite, but come now, we all know where i am going with this story.

back to the point.

2x2verse has a good deal of content, a lot of it set in college aus. my mind is telling me it is because they were in college at the time, but that isn't necessarily true. i was a young teen. young teens are incredibly unaware. so.

baby kk, the one and only, sends me "> command line", which is, well...i do always struggle with how to explain things for people, but all you need to know is it's about a crack ship that would make you go, "i'm sorry, who and how?"

and it's a daddy kink fic.

well, it's a lot of things.

now, this is NOT the story of how matthew discovered he had a daddy kink. as established, i do not. matthew knew what he was into from a young age because he was born a kinky fucker and will die a kinky fucker. [note: by this i mean, much in the same way many a young gay know this long before they experience sexual/romantic attraction, so it was with me.]

however.

i cannot QUITE explain the experience of one's friend sending something to you with the tone of, "oh, i liked this. i liked this please read it." and you look at it and go, "god i can't believe i'm about to read this." (of note: i did not even have the grace of command line being a serious fic about trauma.)

this is a core memory.

while i don't know if this is a core memory for the two of you, i cannot properly express the oddity of this. here i am, the struggling college student of my dreams. i am up too late, experiencing Life, etc., wondering if i need to add a scene or two to the...ehh it's too hard to explain you'll see wednesday fic, and i get this ask, and i just.

fucking hell, man.

you ever realize like. my life aspirations as a child were fucking SHIT. not that this isn't good but like my life aspirations as a child knew i was going to b fucking. sdflaj;. anyway.

this means a lot to me to hear, i am going to bed bc it is v late n i JUST told my therapist very proudly that i fixed my sleep schedule, so i have to make that be true.

<3

[btsxmalereaders]

Masterlist and Guidelines

Last update: March 17th, 2024

Notes: I will update this often (most likely on weekends). | This masterlist doesn’t have all the groups / soloists I write for, so you can ask if I write for the artist you want*.

Here you will find my works and, if you request anything, you can find it on the ‘Up Next’ section so you know for sure I received your request. Also, you can know which requests I’m taking at the moment.

If within a week your request is not here, please send it again! 

Please do not repost, plagiarize, translate or use my works. 

Fluff: [♡]

Male Reader: [☆]

Angst: [✿]

Gender Neutral Reader: [✧]

[N/A]: I will add more categories as I open more slots for requests and / or I post original stories.

Kim Namjoon

Love is nothing stronger. [♡] [☆] 

The Bet.   [♡] [✧]

Hold me Tight.  [♡] [☆]

Kim Seokjin

Nothing to see here... yet

Min Yoongi

Proposal.  [♡] [☆]

♡ Valentine's Special #1. [♡] [☆]

Jung Hoseok

Jealousy.  [smut] [☆]

Park Jimin

Affection.  [♡] [☆]

Impatient.  [smut] [☆]

Kim Taehyung

Untitled. [smut] [☆]

Jeon Jungkook

Paper Hearts. [♡] [✧]

♡ Valentine's Special #1 [♡] [☆]

OT7

Nothing to see here... yet.

Bang Chan

In good hands [♡] [☆]

Truth or Dare [♡] [☆]

Grow Up [♡] [☆]

Untitled.  [♡] [☆]

Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you! [♡][☆]

I know you always stay. [♡] [☆]

can we stay a while and listen for heaven? [♡][☆]

Lee Minho 

♡ Valentine's Special #1 [♡] [☆]

Play Date [♡] [☆]

When it rains in your heart, I'll take you with me [♡][☆]

Break my heart myself. [♡] [✿]

Seo Changbin

Zero O’Clock  [♡] [☆]

Baby, it's cold outside. [✧] [♡]

♡ Valentine's Special #1 [♡] [☆]

Hwang Hyunjin

Meant To Be [♡] [☆]

Han Jisung

Nothing to see here... yet.

Lee Felix

Nothing to see here... yet.

Kim Seungmin

the sound of your heart. [✿]

Yang Jeongin

'Cause I like you. [♡] [☆]

OT8

Reaction to having the same birthday as their s/o. | hyung line | maknae line [♡] [✧]

Reaction to their oblivious boyfriend being flirted with. | hyung line | maknae line [♡] [☆]

3racha reaction to: their idol s/o using a beat they gave them for their new comeback. [♡][✧]

Im Jaebeom

1:31 AM. [✿] [☆]

Mark Tuan

Nothing to see here... yet.

Jackson Wang

LMLY.[✿] [☆]

Park Jinyoung

Nothing to see here... yet.

Choi Youngjae

Nothing to see here... yet.

Kunpimook Bhuwakul

Nothing to see here... yet.

Kim Yugyeom

♡ Valentine's Special #1 [✧] [♡]

OT7

Nothing to see here... yet.

I’m not very strict about this, but there are some things that I do NOT write:

🚫 NSFW 

🚫 Underage

🚫 Female reader

🚫 Incest

🚫 Serious medical conditions I’m not familiar with

🚫 Yandere

🚫 Hybrid

🚫 Magical, Historical AUs — except Harry Potter.

🚫 Basically any thing I don’t feel comfortable writing. I’ll let you know if you request something I don’t like.

However, I do write:

✅ Angst

✅ Fluff

✅ Poly

✅Reactions

✅One Shots

✅ Texts

• You can ask what would you want to read in the request, specific reactions, dialogues, etc. It’s up to you! 

Requests for Reactions/Scenarios: Closed

Requests for One Shots: Open

Requests for Pride: OPEN

BTS:

Namjoon, drabble from prompt list #87

Jungkook, drabble from prompt list #61

Reaction to: army wanting the members to break up with reader.

Yoongi fluffy / angst -long distance relationship.

Stray Kids:

Reaction to their idol s/o dyes their hair a primary color for their comeback.

Reaction to s/o having a cynical humor.

Changbin x tattooed bf

Reaction to having a tall/tattooed boyfriend.

Poly chanlix with aussie/british boyfriend.

Reaction to s/o moaning.

Reaction to having a talented s/o but them not being self confident.

Bang Chan - Future AU

GOT7

Jaebeom using reader's clothes

[sohmabae]

hey guys. this is just a rant/appreciation post to make myself feel better lmfao.

lately ive been having a tough time. with summer break coming to an end, my schedule will be pretty busy for a majority of the day. (for some context, i haven’t had a schedule free summer in 4 years, so 2020 was a nice time to relax for a while.)

this summer, i spent 7 weeks in a test prep program. 7 fucking weeks. i’m used not having a super fun and free summer by now, but damn! let me tell you, the work was rigorous. phew! 

after constantly being called lazy, annoying, and other ugly things by the adults in my life, i finally let it all out. i cried for a good while. and actually let it happen. i used to feel ashamed for doing so (i was a sensitive child lol so i was always teased for crying) but lawd let me tell you, it felt so good. it was like a dam inside of me finally broke through the large and *not so tough* barricades. 

a good 5 minutes of negative thoughts and tears went by, and started thinking about fruits basket. i began crying even harder at the sad fact that these beautiful characters aren’t real. (yall can laugh at this part, trust me, as im writing this i am giggling at how crazy i must sound LOL.) 

then, i thought about this account. sohmabae was created right before s3 e4. my first post was a reaction to the final words in the episode LMFAO. 

sohmabae was soon an instagram and an ao3 account. on one particular night, i could not sleep. an idea kept me awake. that idea being the inspo for Who’s Your Favorite. 

so i wrote. and after around 45 minutes, the first chapter was uploaded. 

the amount of response i’d received before even beginning to write the second chapter was insane. by the time chapter two was up, 87 people clicked on my story and there were already 12 kudos. 

that one chapter then turned into 8 within two months.

currently, the story has 859 hits and 26 kudos. 

859 people listened to my words. 859 people heard my idea and liked it. 

26 people liked my work enough to give it kudos. 

26 people (and maybe more) appreciated my words. 

eight hundred and nine.

it made me feel happy. 

and wanted. 

that feeling is so indescribable. by this point, my tears were coming down out of joy instead of sorrow. 

and after thinking about it a bit more, i realized that i have so much to be proud of. not only did a write a story, i wrote it while completing a very mentally draining program! 

to sum this all up, i love you all so fucking much like seriously. y’all had me clutching at my heart while sobbing rivers. 

thank you for being here with me and remember that you are always loved by sohmabae!!! and my dms are always open if you ever wanna chat <3

[freddiesaysalright]

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes - Chapter 5

Gwilym!Prince Charming x Reader

Summary: After losing your parents, your step-family makes your life impossible. That is, until Prince Gwilym holds a ball. It’s your one chance for everything to change.

Word Count: 4.1k

Tag List: @psychosupernatural, @someone-get-a-medic, @bensrhapsody, @deakyclicks, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @minigranger, @crazyweirdocalledfriday, @the-moving-finger-writes, @assembledherethevolunteers, @rose-writes-prose, @queenlover05, @26-7-49, @drowsebaby, @im-an-adult-ish, @queen-paladin, @rogerina-owns-me, @mirkwoodshewolf, @namelesslosers, @headl0ng, @captvianswaan, @folietracksix​, @baltimoresweethearts​, @killer-queen-87​, @haileymoreolikestupid, @itsametaphorgwil​, @misslolasworld​, @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen​

A/N: It’s the grand finale! Thank you again for all the lovely responses to this fic! I can’t believe I’m almost done with the Disney AUs already! also i barely proofread this because i was so excited to post it so if you see a typo no you didnt

Warning(s): brief descriptions of abuse

Moodboard

Prologue  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4

Chapter 5 here we go!!!

Frank and his daughters came home about an hour after you did. You were already back in your servant clothes and waiting by the door. You took their cloaks and bags, and began hanging them on the rack in the main hall. 

“How was your night?” you asked politely. 

“It was a splendid evening, Y/N,” Frank answered. “More than you could ever hope for.”

“I’m sure it was,” you returned, holding back a smirk. If only he knew. 

“I’m relieved to see you have not stolen anything else from my wife’s closet,” he sneered.

You shook your head. “No, sir. I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ve been thoroughly educated.”

“Very good,” he said, seeming displeased that he couldn’t goad you. 

But nothing could spoil this night. It was perfect. 

“Is there anything you need before going to bed?” you asked. 

“I’m fine, but you’ll of course help the girls get changed,” he said. 

You nodded again. “Absolutely.”

He watched you suspiciously as you followed your step sisters up the stairs. You were calm. Too calm. And you were humming, which you didn’t normally do. Plus the tune was something he had heard somewhere - but no event would have had you in attendance. His frown deepened. Something was up.

***

Gwilym returned to the palace two hours later, empty handed and broken-hearted. Rami and Ben were waiting on the steps for him, but as he walked up, he only shook his head. They sighed, disappointed for their friend. Thankfully, the remaining guests had all gone home. 

“Sorry, mate,” Ben said. 

“There was no sign of her?” Rami asked. 

“No,” Gwilym said. “Even the carriage tracks just seemed to disappear. It was like she just vanished.”

“So, all we’ve got to go on is the shoe?” Ben wondered, holding it up. 

Gwilym had only entrusted his best friends with it, and they had kept it from his father. 

“It’s made of glass,” Gwilym said. “Which means it only fits her.”

“So what are we gonna do?” Rami asked. “Try the shoe on every woman in the kingdom?”

“Only the single women,” Gwilym said, as if it were obvious.

Rami and Ben shared a surprised look. 

“I hope you’re joking,” Ben said. 

“Far from it,” Gwilym replied. “I’m going to find that girl, and I’m going to marry her.”

Rami sighed. “Very well, then. But let’s start in the morning.”

“Thank you both,” Gwilym said, relieved. They had every reason to leave now. Both had duties at home, and had done what was socially expected. With the ball over, there was no obligation to stay. “Really.”

“Of course we’re gonna help you,” Ben said. “But I’m with Rami. Starting tomorrow.”

“You guys go on up, I’ll be right behind you,” Gwilym insisted. 

His friends shrugged, but did as he requested and went inside. Gwilym remained, holding that glass piece of you carefully in the crook of his arm. He looked out into the night sky, hoping somehow you could feel his desperation. 

“I am coming for you, my darling,” he said quietly. 

***

You yawned as the sun peered into your room through your curtains. You were feeling unusually light this morning. Like you were still floating just above the ballroom floor. With a contented sigh, you stretched and forced yourself out of bed. Frank and the girls would be needing their breakfast soon, but you knew you had a little extra time today. They’d certainly have a bit of a lie in after the late night. 

You threw your dress and apron on. You did a spin around your room, giggling as you imagined Gwilym there with you. Then you had to slow to a stop. It was a fantasy, nothing more. One glorious night. But now it was time to return to reality and your true life. Still, you could cling to the dream for one morning.

Humming to yourself, you put the pot on to boil and began prepping plates for breakfast. You set a pan atop the stove to start some sausages when you heard the jingle of a bell. You looked at the wall. It was coming from Eleanor’s room, so you guessed she was up. You asked Elsie to start the food and went back upstairs to get your step sister dressed. When you reached the landing, you saw Frank emerging from his room, already dressed. 

“Good morning,” you said kindly. 

“Y/N, what did you get up to last night?” he asked. 

“Why, nothing, sir,” you said. “I cleaned up, as you instructed, changed clothes, and got a head start on some other chores. When those were done, I occupied myself by reading.”

He seemed skeptical. “I see. I hope you weren’t reading anything too fanciful. You mustn’t fill your mind with...unrealistic dreams and fantasies.”

Your brow furrowed with confusion. What was he implying?

“No, sir,” you said. “I try to keep everything practical.”

“Good,” he said. “Now get to work.”

You nodded, a bit perplexed, but continued into Eleanor’s room.

***

In the morning, Gwilym was the first up. He hardly slept at all. He wrote a decree for his father to send out, that he and Ben and Rami would be making the rounds through town and the countryside to find the owner of the missing shoe. They would begin today, and search until the prince had found his lost love.

To his shock, the king agreed to this. He read over it at the breakfast table, nodding at each point. The ladies were to try on the shoe and if it fit, it must be the girl who Gwilym met at the ball.

“Very well,” he said. “You’ll begin today?”

“Yes,” Gwilym said. “I want to find her as soon as possible.”

“Alright, son,” the king replied. He looked at the prince and offered a sincere smile. “And best of luck.”

Gwilym beamed. “Thank you, Father!”

And so, they began their search within the palace, where the out of town noble guests were staying. Gwilym had his doubts about those girls because he met them before you even came through the door. But he knew everyone deserved a fair chance. When the shoe fit none of those women, they made their way into town, with a few guards along for protection. 

***

Frank received a letter from the palace early in the morning. He looked it over and you saw a flash of...something cross his face. You couldn’t place the emotion though. It seemed almost like a glimmer of hope. His eyes glanced over at you before quickly turning to his daughters. 

“Girls, get yourselves looking nice,” he said. “We’ll be having visitors from the palace this afternoon.”

“The palace?” you questioned, without meaning to, but you could hardly help yourself. 

“Yes, but that isn’t any of your business, Y/N,” he snapped. “Get my daughters ready and then proceed with your chores as usual. You are not to make your presence known while the visitors are here.”

You nodded apologetically. As you made your way back to the kitchen, you wondered if the visitors Frank referred to could be Gwilym and his father. Was he looking for you? Something in your heart told you he was, but you hardly even dared to hope. Such a thing was the stuff of dreams. And yet, the ball seemed like a dream too, but it was as real as the tea kettle you carried. You began devising a plan. 

As the day wore on, you completed your chores quickly. You wanted to prepare yourself as well. Your gut was telling you Gwilym was on his way to take you away from here. And you had all the proof you needed in that slipper that was hidden beneath your bed. So when you finished sweeping the entrance hall, you ran up to your room to get it. Only, when you opened your door, you came to an abrupt stop. Frank was sitting on your bed, holding the slipper by the heel. One wrong move of his fingers and it would fall, risking a break. 

“Well, well, well,” he said darkly. “I had a feeling you had made your way to the ball. You’ve been far too dreamy to have had as dull a night as you claim.”

Your heart rate quickened. 

“That’s mine,” you said, feeling childish as the words left your mouth. “It was given to me.”

Frank laughed humorlessly. “Oh, likely story. I suppose this is another one of my wife’s things you stole.”

“You cannot stop me from this,” you said, ignoring the accusation. “The prince loves me.”

“Against his better judgement, I believe that’s true,” he admitted.

You blinked, surprised at your step father’s nonchalance about this. Did that mean he would accept it? No. There had to be something else he was getting at. 

“As it is, though,” he said. “You’re spoken for.”

You frowned as your stomach dropped. 

“What are you talking about?” you asked. 

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he said, getting to his feet and straightening his jacket with his free hand. “And mine alone.”

A chill ran down your spine. Was he really saying what you thought he was saying?

“I’m not a slave, Frank,” you said. “I am free to do this.”

“I do not intend to make you my slave,” he said. “I intend to make you my wife.”

Your body went rigid as the blood ran out of your face. The very idea made your stomach churn. The thought of being his wife, sharing his bed, bearing his children...you nearly heaved right there in front of him.

“No,” you said firmly. “I won’t.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice,” he said. 

“It’s sick!” you cried. “I’m your daughter!”

“Step daughter,” he said. “I will have this estate, Y/N. You will do for me what your mother could not. My son will be the true and rightful heir, and start a new line.”

“Are you not happy with the children you have?” you wondered, completely rocked to your core. “Why do you insist on a son?”

“Sons are the only useful offspring,” he scoffed. “Daughters are just mouths to feed until you can marry them off, and even then, what’s theirs will never belong to their family. It belongs to their husbands. Well, I am not going to lose everything because my previous wives were too weak to give me what I want.”

“I will not,” you refused again. “I’ll run away.”

“And leave behind your home?” he taunted. “The one your father built so lovingly with your mother?”

“It will no longer be a home to me if I am trapped in such a marriage,” you said. 

“I’m not giving you a choice, Y/N,” he sighed. “I’ll keep eyes on you everywhere, I’ll lock you in your room, whatever it takes. Or, you can submit to me now and become mistress of this house as you were born to be.”

“I’ll die before I marry you,” you spat. “I’ll die before I bear any child of yours. I’ll -”

“No need to go on,” he said. He was being alarmingly calm about this. “I know the rest. But you will marry me, Y/N. You will have my son, and you’ll do it all without complaint. Just as you have with everything I have ever given you.”

You blinked again. So everything he’d put you through was a test? A way to manipulate you into obeying his every command? He was...grooming you? Your stomach gave another lurch.

“But first,” he said. “We will need to squash your dreams of Prince Gwilym.”

“What do you -”

He cut off your question by hurling your slipper into the wall. It shattered with a crash, which drowned out your anguished cry. You sank to your knees, hopeless. 

“There now,” he said. “I’m only teaching you the harsh lesson of reality.” 

Tears fell freely down your cheeks. You heard loud knocking at the front door, but barely registered it. 

“That’ll be him,” Frank said. 

You snapped to your senses and started to rise for one last desperate escape attempt, but Frank was faster. You felt the blow of his palm against your cheek before you even saw it coming. You fell to the ground, face throbbing. You wanted to scream, or cry, or swing back at him, but you were completely numb from the shock. You couldn’t feel anything but the sting on your skin.

“Do not resist me again, Y/N,” Frank warned. 

With that, he walked out of your room, and you heard him turn the lock. You were trapped. You curled into a ball on your floor and wept quietly. 

***

Gwilym was relieved when the door finally opened. This was the last house of the day. He saw a man there, whose smile was...unconvincing to say the least. He bowed. 

“We are happy to see you, Prince Gwilym,” he said. “I am Frank Tarleton, and I believe one of my daughters is the girl you’re searching for.”

Gwilym raised a brow. “But you don’t know which?”

Frank blinked, taken aback, and then laughed an empty sort of laugh. “Good one, your highness. Please, come in.”

Gwilym looked at Ben and Rami who both shrugged. They followed Frank inside and into the drawing room, where two young women sat on the couch, looking nervous. Ben explained everything, with Frank nodding eagerly along. Something about the man struck Gwilym as slimy. He was too polite, too eager to please, and it seemed even his own daughters were made uncomfortable by him. Gwilym sighed. 

“Let’s get this over with,” he mumbled. 

He was beginning to lose hope. Who was left, if not these girls? And yet, neither of them struck him as the one he was looking for.

***

You listened carefully at your door, not daring to make any more noise. If Frank returned, he might do worse than strike you. But you could listen to what was happening downstairs. 

It was a bit maddening to hear, though. To be so close to Gwilym now, and yet so far. To be a prisoner now in your own home was worse than being a servant. And the worst part was seeing the proof of your identity lying in pieces beside you. You felt like the slipper. Broken. Completely in pieces. Like your dreams too. 

You heard the front door open and close again. You went to your window and watched Gwilym mount his horse, his friends on either side of him, and trot away toward town. Was that truly the last time you would see your love?

It couldn’t be. Now, you could hear Frank’s familiar footsteps coming back up the stairs. You knew you had to make a break for it as soon as he opened the door. You braced yourself. You had no time to pack anything, no time to grab money or valuables. You would have to break away with nothing but the clothes on your back and a prayer. 

You watched the doorknob turn, feeling as if everything was in slow motion. It creaked slowly open and Frank’s body appeared in the door frame. He reached for you, but you ducked under his arm, darted down the hall, flew down the stairs, and straight out the front door. 

You ran. As fast as your legs could carry you, not even daring to look back to see if Frank was in pursuit. You just hurtled toward town, hoping that anyone could help you. You would give up your home, and everything you knew - you would even give up your life - before marrying Frank. You had to escape, even if it meant becoming a beggar. 

You burst through the back door of the tavern, tears streaming down your cheeks, and chest heaving. Flying through the kitchen, you threw open the doors to the dining area and found Zelda behind the bar. She looked up at the commotion you were making, took in the sight of you, and her brow furrowed. 

“Zelda, please!” you cried, frantic. “I need help!”

You went to her, and she took you in her arms. 

“Y/N, what’s -”

She didn’t get to finish her question before Frank came barreling through. He must not have been far behind. You let out a scream. Zelda pushed you behind her and you cowered at her back. She put her arms out to shield you further. 

“Zelda, remove yourself if you know what’s good for you,” Frank threatened. 

“Don’t, Zelda, please!” you begged. “Don’t let him take me! He’s going to force me to marry him! Please!”

She stiffened in front of you. “Oh, no you don’t, Frank. I will not stand by and let you do this.”

“Stand back or you’re fired,” he warned. 

“I don’t care,” she shot back. “I won’t let you have her!”

“I’m afraid it’s not up to you,” he returned harshly. 

He grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to move her, but Zelda was a stout woman with considerable strength. She resisted him, taking hold of his biceps and forcing him back several steps. Her advantage was clearly gained by the element of surprise. 

“Run, Y/N!” she cried. “Get out of here!” 

Panicked, you leapt over the counter and wrenched the door open. You threw yourself out of it, trying to ignore the sounds of the struggle behind you. You darted into the street and sprinted as fast as you could away from the tavern. You had no idea where you would go from here - but you could not stay and be forced into a lifetime of Frank. 

You glanced back. To your horror, you saw that Frank was emerging from the tavern and had spotted you right away. With a gasp, you turned back around and sped up. Only, as you turned, you didn’t realize what was in front of you. You ran right smack into a man’s back. The force of the collision put you on your rear in the dirt. 

Wincing, you looked up. Your jaw dropped. It was Gwilym!

He met your gaze and froze as well. For a moment, you were both back at the ball, when he’d come up to you on the stairs and asked you to dance. He recognized you instantly. 

“It’s you,” he whispered. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but a sudden stinging on your scalp caused you to cry out instead. Frank had fisted his hand around your hair and dragged you to your feet. 

“Your highness!” he gasped, noticing Gwilym. “I do apologize. My servant here has forgotten her manners.” He looked at you and continued through gritted teeth. “And her place.”

He yanked your hair on the last word for extra emphasis. Gwilym’s chest tightened as he watched Frank manhandle you. He briefly imagined himself drawing his sword and plunging it right into Frank’s chest, but he refrained. 

“Release her,” he ordered. 

Frank looked at the prince, bewildered. 

“I’m sorry?” he questioned.

Gwilym’s expression darkened. “I told you to release her.”

Frank hesitated. 

“Now!” Gwilym shouted. 

You relaxed when Frank finally let go. Your scalp still itched with soreness. You desperately wanted to throw yourself into Gwilym’s arms but you were still afraid of what Frank might do. You did take a cautious step back. 

“Your highness, I’m dealing with an unruly servant girl,” Frank said. “But she is mine and I may do with her as I please.”

Your lip trembled and you shook your head. 

“That’s not true,” you sobbed. “You know it’s not, I’m your step daughter and you’re forcing me to -”

“SILENCE!” Frank roared, and raised his hand.

You shrieked and covered your face with your arms. But the blow didn’t come. You peeked out, lowering your shield just barely. Gwilym had taken hold of Frank’s wrist. Rami and Ben, who you just noticed being present, both had their hands on their swords. Now was your chance. 

“Don’t let him take me back,” you begged again. “Please, your highness, don’t let him.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Zelda trotting up the street. She halted when she took in the scene before her. 

“Sir Tarleton,” Gwilym said, releasing Frank’s arm. “We were at your home and I asked you if you had any more women residing there besides your daughters. You lied.”

“It wasn’t a lie, really,” Frank argued. “Just an omission. You see, there’s no way this girl was at the ball when I forbid her from going.”

“If that’s true, then you are still in trouble,” Gwilym said. “All eligible maidens were to attend.”

“She’s only a servant -”

“I know you’re lying, Tarleton,” Gwilym interrupted. “Now stand down.”

Frank stepped away from the prince, shooting glances between him and you. Gwilym turned to Ben.

“The slipper please, Ben,” he said. 

“No!” Frank protested, starting toward you, but Rami stopped him.

Ben handed Gwilym the slipped you’d left behind on the staircase. You wiped your cheeks, clearing away the dirt and tears, and held your prince’s gaze. You smiled at him.

“I knew you were the girl from the tavern,” he said gently. “I knew I recognized you.”

“And the cemetery,” you reminded him.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I remember.”

“How did someone like you even notice someone like me?” you wondered, amazed. 

“Because you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” he told you simply. “Inside and out. And from that moment in the cemetery I saw what you truly are - a princess.”

You flushed, looking bashfully at the ground. 

“I’m not really a -”

“Maybe not by birth,” he said. “But in heart.”

You met his eyes again. Those eyes that from the first time you saw them, told you the kindness of this man’s soul. 

He knelt down onto one knee, holding out the slipper. It made you ache for the lost one Frank smashed, but you were relieved that you had left one behind at the palace. You toed off your boot and raised your leg. Ben stepped closer to help you balance and you shot him a grateful look. Then, you slid your delicate foot into the glass slipper. It fit perfectly. 

Gwilym’s face lit up like a firework. Ben let go of your hand as Gwilym laughed, took you up in his arms and spun you around. You giggled with joy as well. He lowered you gently to the ground.

“Now, will you please tell me your name?” he asked. 

You chuckled. “It’s Y/N.” 

“Y/N,” he repeated, and cupped your cheek in his palm. “How beautiful.”

“No!” Frank shouted again, and this time Rami had to grab him to stop him. “No! You cannot take her from me!”

“The girl does not belong to you,” Gwilym said sternly. He turned and faced Frank. “I see very clearly now that you have been mistreating her. She is free to choose whatever she likes.”

“I’m her father!” Frank insisted. 

“Step father,” you said. Then you looked up at Gwilym. “I choose you, my love.” 

“I’m glad to hear it,” he replied. “Sir Tarleton, you’ll be taken into custody.”

Frank’s eyes went wide as the guards moved to take him from Rami. They clapped iron rings around his wrists. He seemed too shocked to struggle. 

“Take him to the dungeon to await trial for his crimes,” Gwilym instructed. He faced you again. “And you, my darling, may come with me to the palace.”

“For how long?” you wondered. 

“Forever, if you wish it,” he assured you. 

“I could hardly wish for more,” you said happily. 

He took your hand and helped you onto his horse. Together, you headed for safety, and building a life together. In true love.

***

You and Gwilym married as soon as possible. The whole kingdom was thrilled at the wedding. Frank was tried and convicted for his abuse, but would not serve a life sentence, so instead of prison, he was banished from the kingdom. Even so, early in your marriage to Gwilym, you frequently had nightmares where your stepfather returned. 

Gwilym was as loving and patient a partner as you could hope for. He let you talk through your trauma, and he made sure to never do anything that caused you fear. His support helped you to truly heal. 

Your step sisters had to move from the estate, which was now yours entirely. Eleanor and Miranda were surprisingly happy to take over their father’s first business, the tavern, which they ran successfully with Zelda. They both eventually found merchant husbands and lived peacefully, and you were genuinely happy for them.  

But the greatest joy Gwilym ever gave you was your children. You had two boys and two girls, and they were the light of the whole kingdom’s eye - but especially the king, who lived a long and healthy life with his grandchildren. You had no other description for your life besides happily ever after.