#william ransome x you

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from @ppartridgee​. Naughty, spooky, fluffy. Well, I know I’m perfectly content now! :D

Words: 2616 Warnings: smut, fluff

Additional NSFW warnings: Daddy kink (well, that’s certainly a first on this blog!)

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Thud. You scrambled to your feet when the door fell shut, shutting the book in your hands and frantically shoving it under your pillow. William Ransome had no business finding out what you were reading. You had bought the novel on your trip to London and Lord, was it sinful… about a young woman who fell in love with the priest of her town after he had convinced her that the only way to repent for her sins was to pleasure him… You bit your lower lip. Yes. William Ransome definitely had no business finding out about any of that.

“Don’t you think…” he began instead of a greeting, “…that you are exaggerating a little bit with all of your Halloween decoration?” You grinned when he stepped into your field of vision and crossed your arms before your chest, holding back a cough. You’d been feeling quite horrible and worn out all morning, like an invisible force was pulling at your limbs. You already suspected that you were getting sick but as long as you still had chores to do, you were unwilling to give in to it.

“No. Why?” The entire house was full of pumpkins. Some you had drawn funny faces on, others now made scary grimaces. Nearer the spookiest day of the year, you would carve some of them too and stuff them with a candle so they’d illuminate the darkness after dusk.

The vicar smiled and shook his head.

“I made some pumpkin soup, you want some?”

“Oh? Pumpkin soup? Good god, where did you get the pumpkins for it?” He asked jokingly as he sat down at the table.

Chuckling, you staggered over to your small kitchen area to heat up the pot. Will regularly came here ever since his wife died. There was a sad loneliness about the vicar that deeply touched you and somehow… you had found friendship in one another. Well… Will had found friendship in you. You had found a man you didn’t dare confess your love to.

You had not spoken about Stella in a while but you were unsure whether Will was still grieving, for if he was… you would never want to put him in a position where he’d have to choose between your friendship or… you sighed. Whatever the second option was.

“The kids and teens in town will go crazy again…” He sighed, burying his face in his hands. “I just hope they’ll live the church alone.”

“Oh, I’m sure they will. Last year was an exception and those responsible moved away. It’ll be fine. I’m looking forward to handing out some sweets, in any case.”

“They’ll be running your door in. You are the only one who puts effort into Halloween. I just wish you would…” Will looked up with an apologetic expression on his face. “I just wish you would… tone it down just a little bit. I couldn’t bear the villagers starting to call you a witch and ask me to cast you out or perform an exorcism on you.”

Heat pooled in your core, making you gasp quietly. Instantly, you were reminded of that one scene in the book where the priest had tied the protagonist to the altar as naked as Eve and then proceeded to lick every single inch of her body until he’d reached her wet folds, a teasing flick to her most sensitive part… You cleared your throat, finishing up Will’s meal.

“It’s just a holiday, I’m allowed to be excited about it. Besides, aren’t the Jack’O’Lanterns supposed to scare away evil spirits? They should thank me I’m doing your job!” You chuckled and set the soup on the table before him. Will dug in immediately.

“That’s not exactly how it works, darling.” Darling. He always had you weak in the knees when he called you that. Not that he knew.

You closed your eyes for a moment. The headache that’d been tormenting you since this morning kept getting worse, and no amount of fluids you drank helped. You winced after you’d finished cleaning up and Will had finished his soup.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concern radiating over to you.

“Yeah… just a headache. I’m probably coming down with the flu or something.” The vicar frowned, rising from his seat to walk over to you. You gasped quietly when he brought his palm to your forehead.

“You are burning up, darling. You should be in bed. Come on… I will get the doctor.”

“I’ll be fine, Will. I’ve had this a dozen times before. A bit of rest and I’ll be…” You got interrupted by a coughing fit so bad your stomach hurt by the time you were done.

“Bed. Right now,” was all he said. Your lower regions clenched. That… fuck. That was by far the most dominant thing he had ever… you swallowed thickly. He never once took his eyes off you until you were back in bed, allowing him to tuck you in and sit on the edge of the mattress.

“I can brew you some tea in your kitchen if that is alright with you.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“And after that,” he said when he rose again, “I expect you to stay in bed until you recovered. No more decorating with pumpkins, okay?” He was so sweet. And loving, and kind, and caring and hot and handsome and…

“Okay, Daddy.” Your eyes widened. Fuck. You had said that out loud. Will stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a hesitant look.

“What… did you just call me?”

Biting your lower lip, you avoided his blue gaze, looking around your bedroom in an attempt to find the perfect excuse for what had just happened… but you couldn’t. Daddy was what the main protagonist in your book had started calling the honourable Father. Pure filth had followed the statement in the book… but Will wasn’t exactly fictional. Quite on the contrary. He was very, very real.

Panicking, you opened your mouth without a single sound escaping it, shuffling back a little on the bed and managing, on top of your embarrassment, to knock the book hidden under your pillow on the wooden floor.

Will frowned, giving you a questioning look before his blue eyes landed on the title. His lips parted as he picked it up. You watched, frozen in place when he flipped it over and skimmed the blurb. And then, his eyes locked with yours again.

“I can explain…” You started. But could you? The only explanation here was that your feelings for the town’s vicar went way beyond friendship and that you desired him like a dragon desired treasure. Will was your treasure. And up until now, you had been perfectly content with having him in your life as a friend, even if your heart… and your body… longed for more.

“It’s just a novel.”

“A novel about a young woman and her… vicar. And you calling me ‘Daddy’ surely was no accident, was it?” He looked at you, not in a reproachful way, but as if he wanted to, no, needed to figure you out. Your thoughts, your feelings. As if he suspected… The way he said “Daddy” made you shiver with need, even more so when he said your name.

“If we go… there… you know things would never be like they were before then.”

“You… Will… Do you…”

“I… I do. I do reciprocate.”

Your lips parted, both excitement and shock filling your core at the same time. “Why… why did you never tell me?”

“Because…” He paused, looking up to the ceiling as if fetching the words from there. “Because I am your vicar. I am supposed to protect you and provide comfort, not lure you into a romantic relationship with me.”

“You needed company and comfort as much as I did, Will. You can’t possibly believe that God will provide you with that when you’re all alone in that church praying.” Another coughing fit. Damn that flu.

“I did not allow myself to go any further. I am supposed to be mourning my wife…”

“It’s been over a year, Will. She wouldn’t want you to waste away and…”

The vicar closed his eyes for a brief moment, finally setting your book aside. “If we do this…” He repeated. “I’m not sure I will be able to go back to being your friend, darling.”

“I… I know.” But you felt like you might die if you didn’t get to feel him. Taste him, smell him, let yourself be consumed by him. “I don’t want you to.”

Will’s gaze was so loving you feared you’d melt into a puddle, even more so when it darkened with a start and he said, “Then be good for me and sit on my lap.” Testing the waters. Seeing how far he could take it. Exploring and daring. This was as new for him as it was for you.

The corners of your mouth twitched when he sat down on the bed and you crawled over to him to obey. “Okay.”

“Okay…?”

You pressed your legs together. Fuck.

“Okay… Daddy.” You blushed, making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry…” you choked out. “I didn’t… the book… and it’s kind of hot given you’re…”

Will smiled. “No need to be ashamed. I like the idea… I simply didn’t think you’d have such a filthy mind, darling.”

You grinned despite your growing headache. “Is that a sin? I might need to be… punished if it is.”

Will took the hint and smiled. “Perhaps another time. For now, we need to nurse you back to health. Are you sure you don’t want to see the doctor?”

“No… it’s that time of the year, I’ll be fine. A sore throat, and a bit of a fever… I’ll just… stay in bed and rest. I don’t want to miss Halloween.”

“Very well then… I’m sure we’ll find a different way to make you feel better. You know…” he began, moving your skirts out of the way so the only piece of fabric still protecting you from his soft hands were your cotton knickers. Your heartbeat sped up, along with a familiar heat pooling right between your legs. “…last time I was in London, Dr. Garrett and I had a very interesting conversation about how the release of endorphins… is believed to reduce stress and pain. And do you know what causes a high release of endorphins at once?”

“N-no?” Your breath was shaky, and so was your entire body. You brought your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself all the while Will spread your legs even further. This was happening. This was truly happening.

“Orgasms, darling.” Your knickers were wet. Soaked.

“So let me take care of you…” Sucking in a deep breath through your teeth, you let him push the fabric aside and then leaned forward to press your lips against his. Oh… Quickly, you turned your head.

“Let me kiss you, darling.” He smiled, hiding his irritation.

“I don’t want to infect you.”

“Ah… but what we are about to do will not infect me?” As if to make a point, Will began to unbuckle his belt. Then, suddenly, he paused, looking you deep in the eye. “Are you certain you want this?”

“Y-yes. Are… are you?”

“More than anything, love. I just never thought you would feel the same way. I would never pressure you into…”

“You’re not!” A cough. “I promise you’re not. I want this,” you stressed. You inched forward, feeling his hard length hidden beneath his trousers.

Whimpering when he freed himself, Will then grabbed a hold of your bottom and gently lifted you up, onto his throbbing member. Fuck, you were quite positive you had never seen a cock this beautiful. And every fibre of your being was aching to feel it inside of you.

Eager to ride him, you bucked your hips to sit down, the vicar, however, stopped you.

“Slowly… we don’t want you to exhaust yourself, right?” You shook your head, biting your lower lip so hard you feared you’d draw blood.

“No, Daddy…” Calling him so only fuelled your arousal, even more so when he growled. He actually growled. Fuck. Inch by agonising inch, you impaled yourself on his hard manhood until his tip was pressing against your cervix almost painfully.

Will was guiding you as you began to ride him, heeding his advice to go slow. His large hands were on your hips, rocking you back and forth in an almost soothing manner—and at this point, you were already so lost in your pleasure and quite possibly your fever that you would have done anything he asked for. You had a feeling that the vicar was very well aware of that and it was touching how thoughtful he was being with your vulnerability.

Never before had you felt like this. So at ease. So innocent, so… you took a deep breath, increasing your speed a little. Subspace. You’d read about it before. Deeper and deeper you fell into that blissful state all the while your arousal grew higher and higher.

Your clit was rubbing deliciously against Will’s pelvic bone, the sound of sex echoing through the room.

“Easy… don’t rush it…” You heard him mumble when you sped up yet again, eager for the orgasm that was slowly creeping up on you like a poltergeist.

“But… what about… you…” You breathed out in response, barely able to form a functioning sentence anymore.

“I am already struggling to hold out for a while longer, sweet angel.” Sweet angel… Your pussy clenched around him, a delicious precursor of what you were hunting like a hungry lioness.

“You’re close…” He said. It was not a question. Nodding mutely, you dug your fingernails into his clothed shoulders, looking him deep in the eye with parted lips. Your mouth formed a perfect O when you finally came undone, gushing all over him as you let your climax consume you.

Will moaned. “I have to… pull out, darling… We can’t risk…” He groaned once more. It took you all of your willpower to stop riding him, to avoid feeling him cumming inside of you and filling you up with his seed. But in the end, you managed, if anything because you were not exactly fond of the idea of getting pregnant just yet either.

Will lifted you off of him, flipping you over so you came to lie on your back, and wrapped his hand around his thick length, finishing what you had started. A couple more eager thrusts were all it took for him to stain both the bed and your stomach with his warm seed, accompanied by heavy grunts and groans.

Then, for a few peaceful and quiet seconds, it was utterly silent. You were too exhausted to lift yourself up, instead left it to Will to stand, adjust his trousers, and then reach for the cloth next to your washing bowl on top of the vanity to clean you up.

“Thank you…” You whispered, allowing him to tuck you in straight after, smiling weakly when he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Are you feeling alright? Perhaps… we should have waited until you feel better…”

“No… no, I’m fine. Tired but fine. That was… God, that was amazing.”

Your eyes fell shut but you felt his smile nonetheless.

“It was. I only ever dared dream of being with you like this.” He paused, stroking your hair. “I’ll get you your tea now. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

You smiled. When he turned around to leave the bedroom, before you could utter another cheeky “Thank you, Daddy”, you had already fallen asleep.

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A/N: *logs out of Tumblr to bathe in Holy Water*

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Ooh ohh! DarkSiren reader x pirate ransom!!! Pleasee

hello honey! this was fun to write, and I hope you like it!

summary - you are the siren that wants the famous pirate ransom drysdale, and the moment you get close to getting what you want, the universe decides otherwise.

warning - slight angst, stalking, dark content, mentions of whores, seducing, mentions of kidnapping.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You had known of the famous pirate that roamed the seas. You had followed him, watching from afar as he ordered his crew around. You watched as the many whorish human women tried and failed to gain his attention. Some only managed to get to his bed and were sent off the same night. You could see how dissatisfied the pirate was. As if he yearned for something more, something… Unique. You watched from the shadows. Your body is submerged deep in the cooling water. You knew that the humans had heard and created stories based on what you were, some even hunted you, and sometimes they succeeded in catching your kind. Your sisters had been taken, locked away to be experimented on. 

You wanted the pirate. He was a dream. You wanted to claim him as your own. So you followed him the next morning, not getting too close to the ship as you didn’t want the others to spot you. You had a plan, knowing he sometimes ventured off alone once they reached land, enjoying time to himself. What better way to finally get what you want. You swam to shore, perching yourself on a rock away from the pirates but close enough to get the one you want to hear you. You waited until you heard him approaching the area, his mind elsewhere. 

“Upon one summer's morning, I carelessly did stray,

Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,

Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain,

Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.”

You watch as he turns to look in your direction. You can see him slowly fall under your spell as the words flow from your lips. You beckon him over, giving him an innocent smile as you don’t want to set off any alarms in his head. The pirate begins to make his way over dazedly, a lovestruck look in his eyes.

“His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as sloes,

May happiness attend him wherever he goes,

From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan,

All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.”

He stares, softly swaying as you continue to sing. Your siren voice makes the song sound smooth and seductive, calling to the pirate like water calls him. You sound like the waves crashing against the rocks and birds singing. You sound like perfection to Ransom. You were both a pirate’s dream and nightmare, all mixed in one. In the back of his mind, he knew he should try to fight this, that Ransom was in danger if he continued getting closer to you. He was captivated, his eyes taking in how beautiful you looked, your hair flowing freely in the breeze, your skin glistening against the sun, your breasts pushed together perfectly, and your tail was so close to perfection, the gold reflected wonderfully against it all. 

“My father is a merchant—the truth I now will tell,

And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,

His fortune doth exceed ₤300,000 in gold,

And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.”

Your voice travels, swirling around his head and pulling him closer to you. You were so close to finally getting the man you have been wanting. You grin as you reach your hand out and stroke his cheek, sighing a soft sigh as you finally feel his flesh against yours. He had to be the cleanest pirate out there, his face clean-shaven and his hair slicked back. You lean closer, your lips nearly touching his as you continue seducing him with your siren song.

“A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,

True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:

Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,

To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.”

Ransom’s pupils enlarge, causing his blue eyes to nearly turn black. His eyes are half-lidded, and his gaze flickers between your eyes and your plump lips, feeling the deep desire to seal your words with a kiss. His mind was filled with love, wanting to take you far away from the other pirates, wanting you all to himself. His fingertips itched with needing to grab you and take you far away, keep you chained to his bed as he worshipped you. 

“My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,

And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,

Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold,

Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.”

A soft whine escapes Ransom’s mouth as you slowly slide off the rock and into the water, grinning as he begins to follow. He steps into the cooling ocean, and his shoes and pants become soaked. You swim back, continuing to sing to him. You were so close to achieving your dream, so very close.

“Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be

Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,

While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn,

And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.”

Ransom goes deeper into the water, coming closer until your bodies touch, and his hands move to cup your cheeks, stroking them with his thumbs. He sighs, falling deeper and deeper under your spell. No longer worried about the world around him or that he is in incredible danger, Ransom didn’t know that his crew had begun to look around for him, wondering where their Captain had gone for so long. 

“My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair,

And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,

There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.”

You are so close, your lips inches away from each other. You sing the last words of your song, knowing you finally have him in the grasp of your hands. Yours and Ransom’s eyes flutter closed as you are about to kiss. But before your lips can touch, there are shouts, men running toward the area you are in. Your eyes fly open, and you snarl. Your cat-like eyes snap to the pirates, hissing as they shout at you, their weapons raised. You look sadly at Ransom, his eyes opened and watching you, and you quickly launch forward, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth before flying back and deep into the depths of the ocean. You quickly swim away as the pirates begin to throw their weapons and help pull their Captain out of the water. 

Ransom shakes his head, snapping out of the trance he was in and looking out into the water. His men are talking, pulling him from the ground, but all Ransom can focus on is you. You had now taken over his mind, and he didn’t know if it was because of your siren qualities or you. His face sets into a scowl, growling at his men to return to the ship and leave him alone. Ransom shrugs them off, brushing the sand off his clothes and glaring at the water. He watches as your head pops up a ways away. He can tell you are looking in his direction, and the challenge has started. He knows you want him, but now he wants you, and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. It’s how he is the better pirate out there. No one can tell him no.

Stories would be told many generations later about the pirate and the siren. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[holdmytesseract]

Yay open requests! :)

Hmmm, I want to see you write a one-shot where the Reader is a travelling actor who comes to Aldwinter to perform for the town with her troupe, and Will Ransom of course becomes romantically fascinated by the reader while she's there. That's all, I'll let you determine how far it goes between them. ^_^

And if I may be selfish, maybe make the Reader a larger-sized redhead (like me) haha

Attraction

Will Ransome x fem!Reader

Summary: When a travelling actor comes to Aldwinter, Will is completely swept off his feet; hit by the arrow of love.

Warnings: mutual pining (sort of)? fluff, lil' bit of suggestive smut - blink and you'll miss it, not exactly a happy end - but there's hope! tell me if I missed something!

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: Sorry this took me so long, friend! 🥺 I really hope you like this! It's been a while since I lastly wrote for Will, but I tried my best. 🧡

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Masterlist

Will's eyes roamed the quite big crowd of people, as he stepped carefully down the few steps which led to the altar. On a Sunday mass like today, the little chapel Reverend Ransome called his own, was always bustling with people. Something which made the vicar very happy. He gave friendly, confident looks left and right, as he made his way down the aisle and stopped close to the door. It was a tradition for him to personally see off his churchgoer.

After all, they were his sheep - and he was the sheepherder.

Once almost everyone had bid their goodbyes and only a few people were left, Will suddenly recognised another familiar face within the small group of people... And he was the last one to stand up from the pew.

"Dear Sir Ambrose!" Reverend Ransome called out his old friend with a smile. "What takes you to Aldwinter on this rainy Sunday? I haven’t seen you around in months!" Charles laughed and grabbed the hand of his friend; shaking it thoroughly. "Well... I had to go to Essex anyway this weekend. Business trip," he said; winking. "Therefore, I decided to go to mass in Aldwinter and visit my friend!"

"Well, I am delighted to see you, Charles." "So am I."

The two men talked for a bit. About everything and anything, until... "Charles, I know you well... This business trip and the want to visit me can't be the only reason you're here..." Charles laughed up again; clapping his friend on the shoulder. "You indeed know me well, William. These are truly not the only reasons... Let us sit down."

Will let himself guide to a pew by Ambrose, before they sat down beside each other.

"I have something you might be interested in... It concerns the children in school, here in Aldwinter." Will nodded; pricking up his ears at the word 'children'. "I am all ears, Charles."

"Our children came home from school last week - entirely excited and happy, and when my dear wife asked what was going on, they told her about how they had been visited by a wonderful lady and her troupe. They said they told them stories - bible stories, but not only through words... They dressed up and did a play! Like in a theatre! Can you imagine, Will!"

The vicar's eyes went wide in fascination, wonder and excitement. "Charles, that... That is fascinating!" The man beside him nodded. "It truly is. I soke out the lady and her troupe, of course and she would be willing to make a stop in Aldwinter, too - next week! They're heading to Essex anyway. What do you say? I thought it would be great for the children here."

Will smiled and nodded. "Yes, please do so. That would be indeed wonderful." Charles smiled. "Great! I am going to contact the dear lady then and tell her to ask for revered Will Ransome when in Aldwinter.

Aldwinter was a sweet, cosy village. You had to admit that. Sure, it could be cold and rainy - like you heard, but summers here were wonderful.

The warm sun was shining on your face, as you walked together with your troupe towards the tavern Sir Ambrose told you to go and where you could stay during your time in Aldwinter. With curious eyes, you looked around. You had never been here before. You never were long at the same place, after all. As a travelling player, you were one day here and the next day miles away - but you wouldn't want it any other way. It was the life you chose and loved with all your heart.

After the kind woman described the way, you walked the short distance to the church; hoping that you took the right paths. You did. Seeing the elderly, but beautifully crafted building, you smiled and tuck a strand of loose red hair nervously out of your face and cautiously stepped through the wooden doors. There was no one to be seen.

Once you reached said tavern, you told your fellow companions to go and settle, while you would meet the contact person Ambrose arranged for you.

"Excuse me?" You approached the lady in a dress and apron, as she cleaned up some tables in said tavern. At your words, she looked up to face you. "Yes?" You gave her a gentle smile. "I'm looking for reverend Ransome... Do you know where I can find him?" "Sure, miss. You'll most likely find him in the church at this time of the day." "And how do I get to the church? Apologies, I've never been in Aldwinter before." "Oh that's not a problem, miss." The lady smiled and put her rag away; wiping her hands on her apron. "The church is not difficult to find..."

"Apologies, Miss. I was up the stairs; sorting some things. I didn't hear you right away."

"Hello?" You called out; walking down the aisle. "Mr. Ransome?"

Just when you were about to call out again, you heard some rustling coming from another room; probably the backroom and only mere seconds later there were steps. They grew louder and louder, until they revealed the man you had been searching for - or well, told to go to...

... and you had expected a lot, but certainly not that.

Reverend William Ransome sounded to you like you were going to be face to face with an elderly, friendly man with glasses; perhaps in his fifties. You were wrong... Oh so wrong...

You swallowed; were taken aback by the man's beauty. You had never seen a more stunning man than him - and you had seen a lot as an travelling actor...

In front of you stood a tall man in his late thirties, probably early forties. Longer, blonde-brown curls framed his face, which seemed to be carved out of marble. High cheekbones, a sharp jawline, stunning blue eyes and perfectly shaped lips and nose. The beard covering his cheeks, chin and upper lip suited him without a doubt.

Will wore brown cord trousers which were attached to brown braces. Underneath those, was a puffy white shirt covering his upper body - but not entirely. Two buttons were undone; displaying a little bit of his chest and the fine, dark hairs which grew there.

"You must be the famous Miss Y/L/N." Will smiled and stretched out his hand. "Will Ransome. I'm the vicar of this cosy, little town." Still a bit stunned you placed your hand in his. Will brought it up to his lips; bestowing a small kiss upon your knuckles. His lips were so soft and gentle, you almost melted on the spot. His beard tickled your skin; leaving a burning sensation behind - in the best way possible.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Reverend." You smiled; trying to not lose your composure. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, indeed." The vicar smiled back at you; blue eyes sparkling. "The pleasure is mine."

Will offered you to sit inside his little office, so you could talk about the performance and when you and your fellow companions were ready to perform. You noticed that you got along very well with the man sitting opposite of you. Clearly, you were sharing a great chemistry. He was the sweetest, kindest and most polite man you ever met - and he seemed so enamoured with what you were doing for a living.

A date for the play was quickly settled... Tomorrow morning, as soon as the children finished school.

Will watched your every move; completely fascinated and enthralled. He hung on your every word.

Sure, he was watching all of the fantastic players; performing the story of Moses, but you... You were so special. Whenever you spoke, Will's eyes seemed to light up and he couldn't help the smile on his face.

The vicar didn't know what exactly it was that got him so hooked, but he couldn't deny it...

Was it your talent? Your passion? Your beautiful, kind and determined character? Was it your beauty itself? Perhaps all of it?

Will couldn't point it out.

"I-I wanted to-" Will had to clear his throat. "I wanted to ask, if you'd be interested in a little sightseeing tour through Aldwinter tomorrow?" He gave you a nervous smile. "That is very kind of you, Will, but... We actually don't stay longer than a few days at one place, so..." Will nodded. "I-I understand. But please... Just one more day. I'd like to give something in return for your wonderful work." You bit your lip; weighing your options, but then sighed.

After the show ended and all of the children had left with their parents and Will had bid them goodbye, he cautiously approached the woman he couldn't get off his mind again.

"Miss Y/N?"

His deep, yet smooth voice urged to your ears; causing you to smile as you packed your utensils together. "Yes, Mr. Ransome?" The vicar lifted a hand; "Please... Call me Will." smiling as well. "Will," you repeated - and caused Will's heart to speed up. Hearing you roll off his name from your tongue did something to the man of god.

"Alright. One more day."

The vicar smiled, "Thank you." and helped you to pack your troupes things together.

You watched him help Gabriel - one of your colleagues and couldn't help but smile. You've never met a kinder man in your life and you had to admit that you could not wait to spend the day with him tomorrow, but... Was it really a good idea?

While you spent the next day in Aldwinter, the others decided to go to Essex. Aldwinter was too boring for them - something you absolutely didn't agree with. Yes, the weather was moody and often not the best, but nevertheless was it a beautiful, cosy, little town. You liked it - and especially the vicar who lived there.

I could get used to this, you caught yourself thinking; immediately slapping yourself across the cheek - in your head.

You met Will rather late in the morning after breakfast. He had a few things to do - duties to follow as the people's reverend; therefore it was almost lunch time when he stood in front of your room at the tavern.

He showed you around - like promised. The beach. The sometimes quite scary and dangerous marshes. The beautiful forests and of course the town itself. Will introduced you to a few important people and in closing of the day, he invited you over to his little house for dinner.

You were completely amazed and excited about the fact that Will was an excellent cook. The Shepherd's Pie he cooked was delicious, and you dared to say like no other than you've eaten before.

His smile even widened.

Later that evening - it was already dark outside, you were seated beside him on his little sofa; a glass of wine in both his and your hands.

"Thank you for showing me your home, Will. Aldwinter is beautiful." You smiled and took a sip of your wine. The man reciprocated your smile; gave you a dazzling one of his own. "I'm delighted to hear that, Miss-" Y/N..." You interrupted him. "Call me Y/N."

"Y/N..." You nodded. "I really enjoyed it. The time we spent together." Perhaps was the alcohol you had consumed making you a little bold. "You are a very kind man, Will." He blushed, "Thank you, I... I am flattered." and inched closer to you. "And you are the most beautiful and talented woman I have ever met."

You blinked; were almost blushing, too. "Mr. Ransome are you... Are you trying to woo me?" A small, kind of nervous chuckle left the vicar's lips. "Perhaps."

You shook your head; drinking from the wine again. "But we hardly know each other..." "I-I know, but..." He swallowed. "You fascinate me, Y/N. You attracted my attention like no woman did before, I... I feel as if an invisible rope is pulling me to you. A higher power, which keeps on shoving me into your direction. I-I just... I can't help it. I feel myself utterly attracted to you."

Once again you started to shake your head, "Will... Stop it, please..." and sighed. "We can't give into this. I'm going to leave tomorrow and we'll probably never see each other again."

"Please..." The man beside you begged then; seeing how you struggled. Will wasn't a man who took advantage of this situation, but he felt how torn you were. How you actually wanted this and was just held back by the 'What if...'.

"We?" It was everything the vicar was focused on. "We can't give into this?"

You realised the mistake you made way too late.

"Does that mean you feel the same?" Will's heart sped up after those words left his lips. Words filled with hope.

"I-I-I..." You didn't know what to say. It was true, but you forbid your body to feel it; knowing exactly that it would only lead to pain.

He inched even closer, until your thigh almost touched his.

"Just one kiss..." The reverend whispered and before you could do or say something, your lips melted against his. Will sighed in the kiss; hands landing on your waist.

"Tell me to stop and I will." He said in a gentle voice, while he pulled you onto his lap.

You let it happen.

Just one kiss turned into two - and two turned into way much more, until-

Will closed his eyes for a moment. It wasn't a nightmare... Far from it...

Will ripped his eyes open, only to find himself breathing quick and heavy. Sweat pooled on his chest; coating the fine hairs growing there. His puffy night shirt was totally dishevelled - just like his hair.

The vicar sat up in bed. As he moved, he felt the tightness of his underwear and the straining arousal inside.

He had dreamed of her again. Y/N. The beautiful woman with flaming red hair and stunning Y/E/C. The woman who had fascinated him like no other, when she visited Aldwinter a few months back to perform a play with her troupe. The woman which whom he had spent a wonderful night with - and who had left him to live her dream and travel around the world as a player; leaving only a letter and her shawl behind.

Will smiled; remembering the words written on the piece of paper.

One day, l promise I'll come back to you - if you are willing to wait for me.

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forgive me, father

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Summary: You've been having lewd dreams about the vicar in your small town for months now, and you march down to the church to confess your lust.

Pairing: Will Ransome x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k words

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors and pearl clutchers, if you know what's good for you, exit now); fingering; p in v; 1 cuss word; semi-public sex; dreams about some improper use of the altar; actual improper use of a confessional [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: in case you haven't watched Essex Serpent yet, he's a priest

There was one thing of which you were absolutely certain: When your time on this Earth is over, you would burn in the flesh-melting pits of Hell itself. You were no better than the leches that lurked outside of the tavern who lusted after the maidens who'd barely even begun to bleed.

Dare you say it, you may even be worse. Lusting after one that had already avowed himself to God. What type of lustful, wretched, depraved nymphomaniac would you be if you couldn't quell your desire for him? 

For Reverend William Ransome, the towering and devastatingly handsome priest of the small town that you resided in. 

Ever since you'd moved in to Aldwinter, the residents looked at you as if you had a strange mutation that only they could see. You were alien to them, with your vibrant, form-fitting dresses and your polished accent from what education you'd been allowed to receive in the city, there were nearly no souls for you to converse with for they didn't wish to acquaint themselves with someone so unknown to them.

And so landed the first nail in your metaphorical coffin, for the only soul in the quaint little town of Aldwinter willing to give you the time of day, the one who spoke with an education that matched--surpassed, even--your own, was none other than the Reverend himself. 

Even on that first encounter you felt that traitorous desire pooling between your legs. Why did he have to sound like thaton top of looking as if despite having sworn himself to the cloth it seemed as if he was sculpted for temptation by the devil himself? 

Now here you were, once again staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom, unable to return to sleep after having another sinfully filthy dream about that frustratingly perfect unattainable man. If there was truth in the messages that the Scripture delivered, and God truly could see into your thoughts and dreams, then surely He had His palm to His face at the lecherous images that were conjured in your mind over one of His representatives on this plane of existence.

Laid out bare and supine on the altar staring up at the ceiling of wood faintly tinted by the light coming through the stained glass window, as the dear Reverend hooked your legs around him, the only sounds to pierce the silence of the church being that of your hips snapping together and the obscene squelching sounds of him entering you repeatedly at an unforgiving pace. 

But what had you violently waking up to find yourself face down on your bed with your legs spread and grinding your hips into the mattress were the final moments  of that deliciously sinful dream. Where Will had begun to roll his hips into yours in a decadent pace, pressing his lips to your neck and chest in tender kisses. Whispering tender promises into your skin about how he'd longed to finally make you his. How he was convinced that the heavens made you just for him. "And all of Aldwinter will know that for a fact when they see you carrying my child." 

You threw your arm over your eyes and let out a frustrated groan so loud you were sure you woke your neighbors. "This has gone on too long. These thoughts will either be exorcised or they will be buried. I refuse to be this heathen foolishly lusting after the vicar a moment longer. This ends tonight." 

That was how you ended up marching into the church, donning only a dressing robe thrown over your nightgown and your boots to shield your feet from the mud of the marshes, determined to confess and finally let all your lecherous thoughts out in the open. You were sure that that grump Matthew would be too groggy from being awoken at this ungodly hour that he would barely remember anything you'd tell him, and so these words would truly only be between you and God.

You hadn't gone to confession in a considerable time, let alone at such an hour that one did not know whether to call it 'late in the night' or 'early in the morning', but you could recall some slivers of information about how to proceed. You walked to the door of the sacristy, knocked three times, and then proceeded to the confessional, trying to recall what the next step was. 

There was a ledge near the latticed covered window that would allow the priest to speak with you from the other side, and there was also a kneeler by the entryway. Considering that you needed to pay penance for the debased thoughts in your rampant imagination, you figured that kneeling would be more appropriate, so you closed the curtain in front of you and set your knees on the leather-covered bench, waiting for a cue.

The sound of the curtain on the other side being drawn with more force than necessary made you jump. Sorry I had to wake you from your dreamscape litany, Matthew. You waited a few moments for the curate to situate himself on the ledge on his side and draw back the divider before you spoke. 

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you wavered, a large part of you ashamed for the words you were about to utter. "It had been…heavens, I haven't the faintest idea when I last confessed. I dare reckon it's been over a decade since my last confession," you admitted with a chuckle, hoping to inject some light into the thick guilt-ridden tension. 

All you received in response was a low grumble, making you roll your eyes at the curate's ornery demeanor. You took that sound as a cue for you to start stating your sins.

"I have been plagued with guilt over the last few months with the aftermath of the sins that I have committed in the privacy of my own home." You took a deep breath, the weight on your heart growing heavier with each passing moment. "I have been having licentious thoughts about a man I shouldn't desire. Wherever I turn, regardless of my efforts, he is there. Tempting me. Taunting me. Even when I close my eyes, when I dream, I dream of him. There's no escape.

"When he speaks of even the most mundane, or the most modest of subjects, all I can think of is how his voice sounds like a luxurious mix of fine silk and crushed velvet. And how that voice could get me to do the most unholy things, he need only ask. I think about how it would feel to lay with him, and what sinful words could be uttered from those deceptively angelic lips of his. I think about how those lips would feel on mine, or how they would feel pressing kisses down my body. 

"I think of his hands and how they look as if they were engineered for sin. With long, dexterous fingers that I'm sure would be devastating if they were inside me. I think about what his manhood would look like and how I'm sure thatwould utterly decimate me." You could hear the heavy breathing from the other side of the divider, smirking to yourself as you realized that your words had gotten to the ill-tempered judgmental man on the other side.

"I must atone for my sins," you finished. "So I've come here to confess them. And hopefully in doing so I would be better equipped with the defenses to never think as such again." 

You were only met with silence. 

"I don't know how to conclude this. Are you supposed to give me a set of prayers or--?"

"Kneel," was the only terse reply. As if you were being whipped with the word itself.

"I am kneeling," you whispered shakily, fearing now that the next move would be to drag you through the walkways of Aldwinter and be labeled the whore you felt you were. 

"Then stay on your knees, Y/N." 

It was as if ice cold water had been poured down the length of your spine, the harsh realization like a slap across your face. That voice. The voice that haunted your dreams and your waking thoughts. The voice that belonged to the man you'd just described in lurid detail that you wanted to do unspeakable things to you. 

You'd just confessed your fantasies about Will Ransome. To Will Ransome. 

Now would be a good time for the ground to open up a gateway to Hell itself and swallow me whole, you thought snidely.

You flinched at the sound of the curtain on his side being drawn, the motion even sharper than it had been minutes ago, as if he intended for the curtain to seem like it was slicing through the silence. Slicing into your soul and displaying your shameful lust for all to see. 

Perhaps if you waited long enough for him to return to the sacristy then you could quietly slip out of the church, and never return for another service again. Save up your money until you could leave Aldwinter altogether and put this humiliating lustful blunder behind you. Where he would only remain a prurient fantasy, and he had no power to turn into anything more damning for you. 

You'd been counting the seconds away, every inch of you trembling with your mortification, when the curtain in front of you was pulled back from the other side, making you flinch even harder. Your head snapped up and your doe-eyed gaze met the steel blue of Will's as he looked down at your face. His tall frame seemed even more imposing from this angle, filling you with a traitorous mix of apprehension and desire. 

That desire only intensified as your heart hammered in your chest when he began to sink to his knees as well, his face becoming almost level with yours as his hand moved to cup the side of your face, his thumb resting on your bottom lip and coaxing it into a pout. He breathed out your name, in a similar tone that he would use in service, in prayer. The tenderness in his tone took you aback, keeping you frozen in place despite every fibre of your being screaming at you to stand, to apologize, to run and never look back.

"Dear lovely Y/N," he murmured, leaning in so close that his breath was ruffling the hairs at the crown of your head. Just the smallest nudge closer and his lips would be ghosting across your skin. "Finish your confession, sweet girl." 

You fought the urge to fall against him as you felt him press the lightest of kisses to your temple. Finish? No, surely he didn't mean for you to utter the name. You couldn't. You wouldn't. "It is finished," you said in your attempt to evade him, your voice so inaudible it was barely a whisper that had got caught in the back of your throat.

The faintest whimper escaped your lips as he pressed a kiss to the side of your face, so close to your ear. "It is not finished until you utter the name of the one who makes you sin the way you do. The one who has so thoroughly penetrated your thoughts that you became compelled to come here and confess them to me on your knees."

This bloody devilish tempter. "I can't," you gasped as his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, his fingers beginning to weave through your hair. "The admission would destroy me." 

"It won't." His closeness had led you to feel his words as much as hear them, the low timbre of his soft spoken answer rippling throughout the entirety of your body, adding fuel to the fire he had started within you long before you stepped foot into the church. Made worse by him bringing his free hand to your waist and curling his fingers around the curve of your body, thumb gently stroking the side of your stomach. "I can promise you that it won't, dear Y/N. I would never condemn you over something so natural. So human. But I do wish to know the name of the man who brought one of the most brilliant people I know to her knees." His lips ghosted across your cheek. "Name, sweet girl."

Perhaps if I say it he would back away in disgust and I can leave.  It was a desperate attempt, and it would hammer in the final nail in your coffin, but it was all you had now. What have I left to lose?

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself to start running; the only drawback to this was that as your body tensed, his hold on you tightened. With a resigned sigh, you breathed the name. "Will Ransome."

His hold on you tightened by the slightest as he leaned back to look at you, his face devoid of the disgust and abhorrence you expected to find. Instead you couldn't rationalize what you were seeing as his eyes shone as if the stars themselves had taken up residence in them, his brows knitted together, and the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You tried to make a motion to pull away but he didn't budge, his hands still firmly keeping you in place as his thumbs began to stroke your skin once again. 

You held your breath as he leaned in, bringing his face so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your lips. And then it was as if your world had stopped when you felt him press a light, imperceptible kiss to your upper lip, followed by one to your bottom lip. It was on the third time his lips had grazed yours that you returned the kiss, eliciting a low groan from him and making him wrap his arm around you to press your body against his, the contact making you both moan into each other's mouths. 

Will held you tight as he led you both to stand, lifting you off your feet once he was standing upright and walking you into the confessional until your back was pressed against the wooden wall and he sat you down on the ledge. He reached back to haphazardly draw the curtain and cover the compartment before stepping between your legs, grabbing hold of the fabric of your nightgown and slowly hiking up the fabric to bare your legs to him. "All this time," he breathed, lifting his gaze to meet yours, the intensity in his eyes pinning you in place. "You could have been mine all this time."

You were still dreaming. You must be. There wasn't even the most remote of possibilities that those very same sinful hands that you'd fantasized about for months were currently working their way up your thighs, caressing your skin with a reverence as if he himself couldn't believe this was his reality, too. Only it wasn't reality. This was your mind playing the cruelest trick on you, giving you a fantasy so realistic you could swear on your life that it was real. 

Wasn't it?

Only the sounds of your whimpers getting caught in the back of your throat pierced the silence of the booth, the heavy curtain all but blocking out the rest of the world to you as one of his hands made its way between your legs, inching higher and higher as he pressed his lips to the crook of your neck. "We're finished wasting time, my dear," he murmured into your neck, your sharp gasp shattering the deafening silence as you felt his fingers meet the slick evidence of your arousal.

You were torn between telling him he shouldn't do this, that it wasn't proper for him to do so, and begging him to keep going. To give in to your torturous desires since he seemed to be doing the same. You rested your forehead on his shoulder, biting the inside of your lips so hard they may very well have drawn blood to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape you once his fingers moved up and began to slowly rub circles over your clit.

"Don't silence yourself, sweetheart." You struggled to keep yourself muted as another moan tried to slip from your mouth as he pressed more fevered kisses to your neck, your vision blurring every time you felt his tongue dart out to lick at your skin. "Let me hear you." 

Just as you opened your mouth to set loose a moan that would have woken your neighbors had you been in your home, your blissful dream-like state was shattered by an ornery voice. "Father Ransome?" 

You clapped a hand over your mouth, fighting your body's urge to take heaving breaths, your stubborn denial causing your lungs to burn and your heart to beat even faster as your body begged for more. Whether it be more of the air or more of Will you couldn't tell anymore. Perhaps more of both.

The heavy-footed steps of the curate began to echo through the church, the sound of each step coming closer to where you were making the panic sink deeper into your soul. Truly you didn't fear what discovery of you would do; had it just been you getting caught doing something salacious in the booth to be shamed 'til Kingdom Come by the irrational curate, you'd have had no issues facing him and talking him down with your back straight and head held high. 

But this wasn't just you. Getting caught in this moment had graver consequences because it would implicate Will as a lech. His reputation in this naive, superstitious town would be wrecked. Because of you. For that and that alone, you endured the burning in your lungs as it begged for more air, as it begged you to take the heaving breaths. 

It didn't help in the least that it was at this moment that Will decided to test the strength of your resolve, continuing to press his lips along the column of your neck as his fingers resumed to rub slowly over the overly sensitive nub above your entrance. Now your breaths were slow and shuddering through your nose, the entirety of your body shaking with a mixture of the fear of getting caught and the wicked, sinful pleasure that the man before you was subjecting you to. "Perhaps you should stay quiet a little while longer, my dear girl," he whispered in your ear, his lips ghosting along the shell of it before he pressed a kiss to the skin behind it, letting out a low groan that you prayed wasn't heard outside. 

Your free arm hooked around his side, your hand clawing at his back the moment his fingers traveled down and entered you. Your throat burned with the silenced whimpers and moans that wished to not be kept in, all made worse when his free hand weaved through the hair at the base of your skull, tilting your head backward and exposing your throat for him to press fevered kisses to. 

"If you knew how I longed for you, Y/N," he groaned into your skin, the vibrations from his voice traveling all over your body and intensifying the pleasure already washing over you. "How I would lay in bed at night, sit alone in my study, or tonight in the sacristy. And I would touch myself to the thought of laying with you. Having you laid bare underneath me as I worshipped you." He pulled your hand away from your face and slanted his mouth over yours in a heated kiss, the whimpers finding their way out as his tongue slipped past your lips and tangled with your own just as his fingers curled upward and brushed against a spot inside of you that blurred your vision and had your hips involuntarily jerking against his touch, wantonly begging for more. 

The sound of heavy footsteps right outside the confessional, however, had you freezing against his touch. He broke the kiss gently, careful not to make any sounds as his lips pulled away from yours. You pleaded silently with your eyes for him not to move, to alleviate the burning in you even in the slightest, at least until one of the most notorious gossips in the town had wrongfully concluded that there was no one in the church.

His only answer was a devious glint in his eyes as he torturously continued the long, sensuous strokes of his finger against that spot inside of you, making you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you fought to keep your breathing even. 

"You haunted my waking thoughts and my dreams as well, sweet girl," he whispered as he pressed a tender kiss to the side of your head. "And now I get to make you mine." 

The footsteps fell right by the curtain that shielded you both from the rest of the world. That heavy fabric now feeling as if it were the flimsiest cover, that anyone could see right through it if they looked hard enough. Perhaps if they squinted their eyes they would undoubtedly see the town's aberration of a woman corrupting their dear vicar. 

"I coulda sworn that wench from London walked in here," the grumpy voice mumbled right outside the confessional, his heavy footsteps heading toward the direction of the sacristy now followed by the sounds of heavy knocking. "Are you alright in there, Father Ransome?! I hope that wretched woman didn't dare try to charm you with her wiles." 

"Too late," Will murmured against your ear with a low chuckle that had you beside yourself. "I'm afraid you ensnared me since the moment I laid eyes on you." You lifted your head from his shoulder to look at him, the honesty in his words placing an expression on his face so tender you swore to yourself you didn't deserve to see it, let alone be the reason for it. "I'm yours." 

You both stared at each other, a smirk tugging at the side of his mouth at every silent gasp that formed in your mouth as he kept on stroking that spot inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to climax. As the steps began to sound farther and farther away, he began to move faster, the smirk morphing into a devious grin as fragments of a whimper began to escape you.

And then the sound of the door closing as the ornery town gossip finally left the church echoed through the now empty sanctuary. "You're completely mad," you whined as his fingers moved faster inside you, an obscene moan breaking through the silence as you felt his thumb make contact with your clit once more.

"For you, sweetheart, I completely am." He pressed his lips to yours, moaning into your mouth as your hand traveled downward to palm him through his trousers. "Temptress," he hissed, nipping at your bottom lip. "Now come for me." 

You threw your head back against the wooden wall at his command, your walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers as he eased you through your release. 

"Beautiful," he breathed, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin of your chest, close to your heart. The sound of the laces on his trousers being undone already had you ready for what ever else he may have in store for you. "I'm going to need you to come in for a different type of confession, sweetheart." Another moan escaped your lips -- the sound so sharp and loud you could nearly feel it reverberating in the wooden ledge that you were holding on to for dear life -- as you felt the tip of his manhood brushing along your folds. 

You shuddered as you breathed out his name, his lips still pressing kisses all over your collarbone, careful not to leave a mark on your skin. "What confession--Oh f-fuck!" Your head hit the wall as you began to feel him inching his way inside you, a delicious burn beginning as your walls stretched for him to fit.

"I'll need for us to do them somewhere more private. And more often. Just to be thorough." His lips found yours once again as he thrusted the slightest bit to fully sheathe himself inside you, your hips flush against each other, his kiss muffling the shriek that you let out from the salacious intrusion. "Perhaps nightly. In my home. Where no one can hear us confessing our lust for miles." 

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Poll Idea: WIP Potentials!

Okay guys, I have all these ideas in the WIP stew. I have the next part of Boat in the Water loading up and about to start a rough draft. But...which of these sounds good to you of these stories and requests crazy ideas I got.

Court of Mischief Chapter 21: Reader is back with her hubby, and after some reunion hanky panky, they realize the key to Grendel's defeat can be found in the Trove, which they must obtain by visiting the worlds of the other variants, Kingdom Hearts Style. There are also plans for Reader and Sif to find something in the Asgardian library that could threaten them...or help them.

The Little Princess: based off of a request. Reader and Henry V have their first baby...and it's a girl. While the court may be disappointed, he still loves his daughter.

Birthday Blurb Request Title TD: "Who Did This To You?" with President Loki with spice. He will be protective over her bb and want to give her a mango ride, ehhehehehe.

Birthday Blurb Request Title TBD: "And there was one bed!" with Prof! Tom. I plan on Reader being a student, and somehow on a school trip or something, landing in one room with one bed with prof! Tom. Tension ensues, and there will be smut.

And now, for the random oneshots in my head...

The Maid of Harlefluer, Henry V x fem! Reader: This is the darkest idea I have since there is dubcon in it. But Henry V and his army enter Harlefleur for the French invasion, BUT in order to peacefully pass through, he requires a lady for his bed that night...and you are the one offered! Smut and angst and some fluff happens.

A Private Audience, Will Ransome x fem! Reader: Hold up, hold up, hear me out, this isn't a signal I've been kidnapped- I know, I'm shocked too. But I had an idea kind of based on "My Boy Breaks his Favorite Toys" from TTPD and a couple lines from chapter 19 in Pride and Prejudice concerning another suitor who is a clergyman named William, as well as headcanons I've read. Reader is new in town after the canon events and Will is a widower with the kiddos and he is showing interest in her, and Reader goes "oh, okay! He's a great guy! I won't mind his courtship!" But then...she somehow finds out about Cora and Stella and his past infidelity *record scratch* and that he is still talking with Cora via the letters(!!!!) and it changes everything internally. But despite this, one day he knocks on the door intending to propose marriage to Reader. Angst and drama ensues.

Which one sounds like something you wanna read about first?

Tell me what y'all think!

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To The Limit ~ One

F1 Racer Johnny Storm x OFC Maya Levinson

Summary: He's been away from the sport for 2 years. He has 24 races to prove he belongs here. There are two things that could derail this: his family and her.

She's the one thing he is willing to push to the limit for.

This a sequel to my original story, "Following Team Orders" If you want to get caught up in my Formula One world, you can find it HERE

Future Warnings: references to a partner's death, cheating (but not by the MCs,) alcohol consumption, SMUT!, angst, racing incidents, language, grief, etc.

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Car divider and Banners by me!

Previous Chapter: Prologue

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Winter Testing ~ Bahrain ~ Two Years Later 

Surprising news coming from the FIA.  Newly crowned champion Olivia Williams-Rogers has been pulled as a driver for the season. The only statement made was that Mrs. Williams-Rogers had made the decision with Mercedes.  One can only hope that everything is ok.  Mrs. Williams-Rogers won her first championship last year at the helm of Mercedes following a second championship by her husband Steve Rogers and her former crew chief James Barnes. Mercedes has said that their reserved driver, Cole Riggin, will take her place this year.  

Devastating update from winter testing. After a hard collision with the barrier, Cole Riggin has been medically sidelined for the year due to injury. Mercedes is now scrambling to find a replacement for Riggin as they now only have George Russell in the car. Lots of names are being thrown around, including bring back disgraced racer Ransom Drysdale and semi-retired driver Johnny Storm. Only time will tell who will take the second seat with Mercedes.  

A Wonderful surprise coming from team Mercedes and team Red Bull! Congratulations are in order for former champion Steve Rogers and his wife, current champion Olivia Williams-Rogers. The Rogers family have announced that Mrs. Rogers is pregnant and that is the reason why she is not racing this year. Andy Barber was buzzing in joy as he made the announcement during the post testing press conference. Per Barber, “Olivia is doing well. When she was told by medical of her condition, Mercedes pulled her license immediately. Of course, she was happy to relinquish her license and Steve is overjoyed at the news.  We here at Red Bull are thrilled to have a future driver coming soon.  

No details on how far along Olivia is but here at Sky Sports are sending their congratulations and well wishes to the happy couple.  

With this announcement, there is still no news on the replacement driver. The first race of the season is set to be here in Bahrain in one month’s time and we can only hope that Mercedes announces a decision soon.  

Ari 

“Let’s get this meeting started.” I moved to the front of the room at Mercedes headquarters. My now pregnant driver, Olivia Rogers sat with my current George Russell, on one side. Maya, my public relations expert, Mike, head engineer for George and Lewis, retired driver and former head engineer for Oliva sat on the other of the table.  “Go around the room.”  

Lewis cleared his throat. “Riggin’s injury is significant. He has torn ligaments on both sides of his knee so there is no chance of a comeback this year.  He’s flying back home two weeks after his surgery. We have already arranged rehab for him.”  

“Fuck me,” I muttered.  “Ok then, who is the replacement?”  

“With the way the car is running,” Maya starts, “we need an experience driver. A rookie will have a hard time with the pull we see.  And until we get the updates from the factory, this will continue to be a problem.”  

“What about Drysdale?” Mike asked. The room went quiet. “ I know he made life difficult here but the chance to bring him back for another championship is something we must consider.”  

“No,” Olivia and I said at the same time. I continued, “Drysdale is a liability risk that will harm the team more than help. I am not going to give him a redemption story. Anyone else?”  

The team debated on several other drivers, Riccardo, Hulkenburg, Lawson, before Olivia sat up straighter. “What about Storm?” 

“Storm? Johnny Storm?” George asked.   

“Yeah, Storm was great at Ferrari. He only lost his seat because Nick Fowler is a jack ass who wouldn’t take responsibility of the fact the team fucked up the strategy.” Liv smiled. “He may have been gone for a couple of years but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t lost his touch.”  

I smile.  I love that I kept Olivia as a consultant while she is pregnant. My World Champion has a brilliant mind when it comes to drivers and strategy, and it would have been a shame to not use her. I also couldn’t let her use that brain on her husband’s team. “Ok, let’s see if we can bring him in.”  

Arriving in New York is a trip. After spending so much time in Europe I wasn’t used to the hustle and bustle of the city.  As I headed into Manhattan, I went over my notes for Johnny. 

John Storm  Age: 30  Status: Single  Experience: Formula 3 Champion, Formula 2 Champion, 2 Years – Mcclaren; 6 years – Ferrari; currently without a contract. 

I pulled up to the Baxter Building and looked up. I wondered how an unemployed driver could afford to live here but it wasn’t my place to judge.  I went up to the penthouse. There was a receptionist on the floor. What the hell? “Uh, hi. I have an appointment with Mr. Storm.”  

The lady smiled.  “And your name?” 

“Ari Levinson.” 

“Let me ring him.” She calls out and she smiles.  I take a seat in the waiting room, looking at the memorabilia on the walls.  Johnny has a wall with pictures from his racing days. Another woman, with his coloring, has some pictures as well, but with science stuff. “Mr. Levinson, he will be right out.”  

“Thanks.” I stood up and looked at a photo of Johnny and Charles LeClerc. “We took that in Vegas,” a new voice said.  I turned and looked at Johnny Storm. He looks a little bit older from the photo that was just two years old. I offered him my hand.  

“Johnny, it's good to see you.”  

“Good to see you too Mr. Levinson.”  

“Ari, please.”  

“Sure. Follow me.” He walked towards the living room.  “Can I get you anything?” 

“Coffee, if you have it.”  

“Sure do, one sec. How do you take it?” 

“Black.” He disappeared though a door with a nod and I took in the room.  It was simple yet comfortable. I wondered if Johnny had a girlfriend or wife. “Here you go,” he said with a mug.   

“Thanks.” I took a sip as he went to sit across from me.  “This is a nice place.”  

“It belongs to my brother-in-law. His grants pay for the lab upstairs and the living area.” He twiddles his thumbs and looks at my expectantly. I decide to stop with the small talk.  

“Well, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here.”  

“A little bit.” Johnny looked a little apprehensive and maybe a little tired. “I mean, I haven’t been in Formula One for a while, so I am not sure why you are here.”  

“I’m here to offer you a job.”  

“A job,” he repeated. “I don’t have the skills to be a mechanic or anything. That’s more Reed’s speed.”  

“Reed?” 

“My sister’s fiancé, my brother-in-law. He’s the brain around here. I’m just a pilot. Or, well, I was a pilot.”  He patted the back of his head.  He reached for his own cup.  

I smiled. “How would you like to be a pilot again?” 

Johnny stopped mid-sip on his own coffee. “Excuse me?” 

“I don’t know if you have been following F1 news lately, but Liv is out for the season and her replacement had a big bust up at testing.”  

“I heard about Bug. She called me when the new broke. I’m happy for her and Rogers.” He took another sip. “I thought Riggin was supposed to take her seat. So, would you need me as a reserve driver?” 

“No. Riggin’s crash was more brutal than reported.  He tore up his right knee and is out for the year. I want you to be our second driver next to George.”  

Johnny 

This is just a weird day. Like a fucking weird day. I haven’t had a day like this in over two years. That day turned my life upside down. Not that I regret it. I would never regret it. I’m in my thoughts, making some macaroni and cheese for dinner when my sister walks through the door. “Hey bro.”  

“Hey sis.”  She kisses me on the cheek. “How was the lab?” 

“Busy. I’m getting a headache just thinking about it.” She shakes her body. “I don’t want to talk about it.  Tell me how your day was.”  

“Took a walk, read a book and met with Ari Levinson.”  

Susie stopped drinking her water. “Ari Levinson? From Mercedes?” 

“That would be the one. He came into town on business, and he asked to meet.” I stirred the pasta, thinking back to the conversation we had.  

“What do you say Storm? Want to drive for Mercedes?” 

It's the dream, the dream I gave up two years ago. It's the chance of a lifetime to go back to the sport I love and race again.  I was good, fuck I was elite. But sacrifices had to be made when Ferrari let me go and while I miss racing, I wouldn’t change it for the world.  

“Yeah, and what did he say?” 

“He offered me a spot as second driver for this season.”  

“Johnny, that’s incredible. Did you take it?” 

“No, not yet. Told him I had to talk to my family first. I told him everything and that if I went, I would have to take my sister with me. Non-negotiable, you would have to be on my staff.”  

Susie frowned. “I already have a job, Johnny.”  

I plated the food and sat down. She followed me and waited for me to answer her. “You know, if I do this, I’ll only be home for a couple of days a week if not less. And it would kill me to be away. I need you, Susie. You hate your job and research anyways. Take a sabbatical and come with me. The contract that you’ll have will be awesome.”  

“What about your contract?” 

My mind flashes back to the conversation with Ari.  

This is unreal.  

It the chance of a lifetime.  To be able to come back and race after so long.  

“What’s the catch?” Because there is always one.  

Ari pulled a manila envelope from his bag.  “The contract right now is for one year, $2 Million with an option to pick up at the end of the season. Perform well and we’ll renegotiate. But this is a guaranteed one-year contract.”  

One year.  

This season has the most races. Twenty-Four races around the world. Ten months around the world. But life is different now and I have to remember that.  

“I need to explain a few things before I can accept.”  

I look back at Susie. “One year.” She blanches. “It’s probably my last chance.” I stare at the pictures on the wall. “My last chance to prove myself and set us up to be ok.  I mean, you made me smart, and we’ll be ok but then we’ll really be ok.” I look at Susie. “You know you’re the only one I can trust. Please?”  

I give her my best puppy eyes and she rolls her eyes but smiles. “I do need a break and Reed just mentioned needing to spend some time in Florida with NASA.” She sighs. “How good of a contract?” 

I pace my room, evening routine done and I’m alone. I had already spoken to Charles, Liv and Steve. They all said that its one more chance and with everything, this could be the start of a revival and that I should do it. Susie promised that she could handle being on the road, Reed said he could join her when he could. Now it was just me. As I gazed at the picture of Molly, I hit send on the phone.  

Johnny: I’m in

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Confess Your Sins

William Ransome x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Confession has never been more fun. Especially when Reverend Ransome isn't above sinning himself...

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI; cockwarming, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, humiliation kink, biting, historically inaccurate; I chose violence with this one, so prepare yourselves. 😂

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Sunlight shone through the high church windows, casting warm shadows. You looked up at Will, trying to sit still as his blue eyes stared you down.

Heavy feet shuffled along the wooden floor only a few inches away. A few seconds later, the small window of the confessional booth opened from the other side.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago.”

Your teeth ground together.

Will shifted to open the small window on his side, causing his cock to hit a different angle deep inside your cunt. A flash of heat raced up your spine. You clenched around him, inhaling sharply through your nose.

Will gave you a warning look and adjusted you on his lap to make sure you weren’t visible from the other booth. Then he opened the wooden clasp to let the confession begin.

Your hands balled into fists.

Will’s eyes never left your face while he listened to the confession, occasionally shifting in his seat. Every twitch of his hips, no matter how small, sent sparks through your body. You could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it dragged along your walls. Another desperate whimper rose in your throat and you swallowed it down with a soundless gasp of air.

Will let his hands rest on your thighs. He squeezed gently, his palms running up and down your thighs in a maddening rhythm while the man in the other booth rambled on, blissfully unaware of the sinful events happening just a few inches away.

Your body arched on Will’s lap as he squeezed your thighs again, rougher this time. His grip was firm and steady, those long fingers digging into your skin, applying pressure and releasing again. His blue eyes never left your face while you squirmed under his watching gaze.

You rolled your hips against him and quickly had to muffle your desperate sounds behind your palm when he responded by thrusting upwards into you without warning. It was still rather tame compared to what Will was capable of when he truly let himself go. But even that gentle thrust had you whimpering in desperation as your walls clenched, squeezing his cock mercilessly.

“Reverend?”

The man’s voice from the other booth hit you in the face, knocking the air out of your lungs. You froze.

Will’s eyes grew wide.

He let out a deep breath before continuing with the confession.

His voice wavered every now and then, making your walls flutter around his cock. His hips bucked upwards in response and you let out a string of desperate noises, pressing your palm even firmer over your mouth to stifle your moans.

Will’s breath hitched again as he listened to your muffled whimpers and moans. He groaned quietly and everything started over again. It was a vicious cycle of blissful torture.

By the time the man finally left, you were shaking. Your hands clutched Will’s shoulders as you rocked back and forth on top of him, trying desperately to chase your oncoming orgasm.

Will’s hands firmly held your waist, controlling your movements. He was guiding you along at a rather slow pace, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that up much longer. His jaw clenched, the firm grip on your hips sometimes growing almost painful as his fingers dug harshly into your waist whenever you rolled your hips a certain way.

You bit down on your lip to keep the moans in that threatened to escape your mouth. God, how much you wanted him. How much you needed him.

You gave Will a pleading look, grinding down on his cock with enough force that your eyes watered as it dragged along your walls so perfectly.

Will sucked in a sharp breath, his blue eyes narrowing. He had that crinkle between his eyebrows as he frowned at you, a telltale sign that his restraint was slowly slipping.

Please!, you mouthed, trying to convey all your desperation in that one word. Trying to make him understand.

Will groaned under his breath. He just looked at you for a moment, his blue eyes mirroring the same desperation that burned you alive from the inside. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

The heat of his kiss left you breathless. Your lips parted obediently, allowing Will's tongue to slip into your mouth and explore. Your breath hitched as he nudged your tongue with his own and challenged it to play along.

“Reverend Ransome?”

The voice came from outside the booth.

An icy shiver raced down your spine. Will froze. He slowly pulled away from your lips and you exchanged a look of shock.

Your heart hammered away against your ribcage, your breathing suddenly way too loud in the small space of the confessional booth.

Whoever was there would only have to pull back the curtain to discover the two of you.

Your disheveled state would be somewhat simple to explain; maybe you’d started feeling sick. Then it would depend on your acting to make the person believe it.

Will’s pants being unbuttoned while he literally held you on his lap? That would be far more difficult.

Then again, the thing people would see was you on Will's lap…

The steps outside drew even closer. “Reverend?”

Will gasped quietly. He tightened his grip on your hips until it became almost painful. His cock twitched.

You stared at him in surprise, confused by the reaction.

Your hand flew over your mouth again as Will surged forward. He started thrusting his hips in earnest, the force of it making you bounce on his lap.

The wood of the confessional booth creaked quietly under the strength of Will’s thrusts as he snapped his hips into you like a man possessed.

You’d never seen him like this before.

You clung to his shoulder with your free hand, digging your fingers in as you held on for dear life. Every new snap of Will’s hips sent you tumbling closer and closer to the edge.

A muffled groan left your mouth as he whispered into your ear, his voice rough and almost demanding.

“Touch yourself for me.”

You frowned for a second.

He couldn't be serious...

If you did that, you’d either have to let go of his shoulder and fall, or you’d have no way to keep yourself quiet.

Will only narrowed his eyes and emphasized his words with a harsh thrust.

A small, desperate noise left your lips as you quickly nodded your head. Your hand left your mouth, instead sliding between your legs to rub your clit. The moan you so desperately wanted to let out instead turned into a breathless sigh as every brush of your fingertips brought you even closer to the release you craved. It burned under your skin like a kindling flame.

Will groaned under his breath and buried his face in the crook of your neck, rutting into you at an even more desperate pace. Your breath hitched as he bit into your shoulder. His teeth dug into your skin to muffle his loud moan as he came hard.

The combined sensation was almost enough to send you over the edge.

You threw your head back, your hips bucking into your hand as you tried to hold back the groan of frustration that was building in your throat.

You could almost taste the sweet release of your orgasm…

Will gently pushed your hand away and replaced your fingers with his own.

A strangled whimper ripped from your lips as his lightly calloused fingertips unraveled you in a matter of seconds. Pleasure raced through your body like lightning and you threw your head back, letting the overwhelming emotions escape your mouth in a deep sigh of ecstasy.

Will wrapped his free arm around you and held you close. He helped you ride out your orgasm until you were fully spent, then embraced you tightly when you collapsed forward into his chest.

You looked up at him with a soft, exhausted smile and caressed his cheek with your fingertips.

Will chuckled before he leaned forward to kiss you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips moving slowly against his as you basked in the warmth that Will’s gentle kisses sparked in your chest.

The steps outside the confessional booth moved away. Then the dull bang of the church door echoed in the silence.

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It’s October - and that means it’s Awesome Ladies of History, Year Four! I’ll be bringing you 31 of history’s most interesting women, from the iconic to the forgotten, starting off, as per usual, with a figure from the iconic side.

Time for Eleanor of Aquitaine!

Eleanor was the elder surviving daughter of William X, Duke of Aquitaine, the most powerful vassal in 12th century France, a man who controlled far more land than his nominal overlord. Eleanor’s name, Aliénor, or “other Aenor,” referred her her mother, who died when Eleanor was a small child; her father likewise passed when she was twelve or thirteen, leaving her Duchess of Aquitaine in her own right. Duke William’s will made Eleanor a ward of King Louis VI, who bethrothed her to his heir, another Louis, and then promptly died himself, leaving the two teenagers as king and queen of France. Young Louis initially adored Eleanor, but the monkish king and high spirited duchess were ill-suited. Eleanor, to the horror of church authorities, accompanied her husband on the Second Crusade, but the campaign was a disaster, and their already-shaky marriage disentegrated along route, despite the Pope himself attempting to mediate. With two daughters and no prospect of a son, Louis and Eleanor managed to arrange an annulment… and Eleanor promptly married again, to Louis’s rival Henry FitzEmpress, soon Henry II of England. Initially, this marriage was, though not without turbulence, a happier one. Eleanor and Henry had eight children, including five sons, one of whom died young, and Eleanor, despite later legends, seems to have accepted his affairs with the equanimity of someone whose maternal grandmother eloped with her paternal grandfather. He trusted her enough to eventually allow her to rule her duchy in person on his behalf… trust that proved misplaced. When their sons, including her favorite, Richard, revolted against their father, it was with Eleanor’s support, and it was Eleanor who faced the consequences; Henry imprisoned her for the rest of his reign.

Richard’s accession, however, set her free - and also made her perhaps the most powerful queen mother in English history. She arranged his marriage to Berengaria of Navarre, held his continental lands together during his prolonged absences, and raised his ransom when he was kidnapped returning from the Third Crusade. His death in 1199 devastated her, and her relationship with her youngest son, King John, was more fractious. She took the vows at the nunnery of Fontrevault, and died there soon after, already a legend in her own time.

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Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

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QUALIFYING SHIPS UNDER THE CUT

Send me an ask or direct message if 🠺 You feel that any ship shouldn't be on here and explain why 🠺 You have any questions at all 🠺 You just want to say hi

Jude Lizowski/Jonesy Garcia

Tyler Kennedy "TK" Strand/Carlos Reyes

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Gwen Stacey

Willow Rosenberg/Winifred "Fred" Burkle

Francine Frensky/Muffy Crosswire

Luna Armoza/Matilda Franco

Susan Ivanova/Marcus Cole

Barry B. Benson/Vanessa Bloome

Michael Mell/Jeremy Heere

Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago

Willow Rosenberg/Tara Maclay

Jack Zimmermann/Eric "Bitty" Bittle

Justin "Ransom" Oluransi/Adam "Holster" Birkholtz

Danny/Reuven

Annie Edison/Jeff Winger

Larissa "Lara" Bogdan/Jasmine

Kelsey Pokly/Isabella "Stacks" Alvarado

Rebecca Bunch/Audra Levine

Rebecca Bunch/Greg Serrano

Rebecca Bunch/Nathaniel Plimpton

Samantha "Sam" Manson/Danniel "Danny" Fenton

Bruce Wayne (Batman)/Clark Kent (Superman)

Bruce Wayne( Batman)/Minkhoa Khan (Ghostmaker)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)/Selina Kyla (Catwoman)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)/Shondra Kinsolving

Bruce Wayne (Batman)/Talia Al Ghul

Clark Kent (Superman)/Lois Lane

Harley Quinn/Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy)

Kate Kane (Batwoman)/Renee Montoya

Martha Kane/Thomas Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth

Tim Drake/Kon El (Conner Kent)

Barney Guttman/Logan "Logs" Nguyen

Baby Houseman/Johnny Castle

Leah/Chanan

Shay Goldstein/Dominic Yun

Marvin/Whizzer

Trina/Mendel Weisenbachfeld

Perchik/Hodel

Tevye/Golde

Tzeitel/Motel

Monica Gellar/Chandler Bing

Amram/Zelikman

Molly McGee/Libby Stein Torres

Rachel Berry/Noah Puckerman

Frankie Bergstein/Grace Hanson

Fiddleford McGucket/Stanford Pines

Cristina Yang/Owen Hunt

Cristina Yang/Preston Burke

Levi Schmidt/Nico Kim

Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam

James Wilson/Gregory House

Ashlyn Caswell/Big Red

The Baker and/The Baker's Wife

Kim Possible/Ron Stoppable

Ellie Williams/Dina

The Jewish People/The Shabbat Bride

Alec Hardison/Parker

Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer

Arnold "Arnie" Roth/Michael Bech

Arnold "Arnie" Roth/Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Ben Grimm (The Thing)/Alicia Masters

Billy Kaplan (Wiccan)/Teddy Altman (Hulkling)

Bobby Drake (Iceman)/Hank McCoy (Beast)

Bobby Drake (Iceman)/Johnny Storm (The Human Torch)

Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde/Illyana Rasputin (Magik)

Layla El Faouly/Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Matthew Hawk (Two-Gun Kid II)/Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

Marc Spector (Moon Knight)/Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

Max Eisenhardt (Magneto)/Charles Xavier (Professor X)

Natasha Romanoff/Wanda Maximoff

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Betty Brant

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Eugene "Flash" Thompson

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/ Felicia Hardy (Black Cat)

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Harry Osborn

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Mary Jane "MJ" Watson

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)/Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Steve Rogers/Bernadette "Bernie" Rosenthal

Steve Rogers (Captain America)/James "Bucky" Barnes

Wanda Maximoff (The Scarlet Witch)/Jericho Drumm

Wanda Maximoff (The Scarlet Witch)/The Vision

Midge Maisel/Susie Myerson

Hal Emmerich (Otacon)/Solid Snake

Michael "Mike" Wazowski/Celia Mae

Casey Goldberg-Calderon/Lunella Lafayette

Fran Fine/Max Sheffield

Ben Gross/Devi Vishwakumar

Winston Schmidt/Cece Parekh

David Jacobs/Jack Kelly

Seth Cohen/Summer Roberts

Reuben Kent/Feliks Kaufmann

Scout Touzani/Elias Wyrick

KJ Brandman/Mac Coyle

Lavinia Asimov/Poison Oak

Phineas Flynn/Isabella Garcia-Shapiro

Anon's Mom/Dad

Babushka (Tatiana)/Dedushka (Ivan)

Hillel/Shammai

The person reading this & their partner

Didi Pickles/Stu Pickles

Captain Rivka Maror/Isaac The Wizard

Shulamit/Aviva

Jerry Seinfeld/Cosmo Kramer

Violet Baudelaire/Quigley Quagmire

Simon Lewis/Isabel Lightwood

Danielle/Maya

Bram Greenfeld/Simon Spier

Miryem Mandelstam/The Staryk King

David Rose/Patrick Brewer

Velma Dinkley/Daphne Blake

Velma Dinkley/Marcie "Hot Dog Water" Fleach

S'chn T'gai Spock/James T Kirk

S'chn T'gai Spock/James T Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy

S'chn T'gai Spock/Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Worf Rozhenko/Jadzia Dax

Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla

Brian Jeeter/Krejjh

Bobby Singer/Rufus Turner

Jonah Simms/Amy Sosa

Reish Lakish/Rabbi Yochanen

Couple having gay sex in the study hall attic (Talmud)

Avraham Avinu and Sarah Imanu

King David/Yonatan

Devorah/Barak

Moses/Tzipporah

Ruth/Naomi

Solomon's Muse (female)/Solomon's Muse (male)

Yaakov/The Angel

Velma Dinkley/Coco Diablo

Rowan Roth/Neil Mcnair

Klaus Hargreeves/Dave Katz

Cecil Palmer/Carlos the Scientist

Josh Lyman/Donna Moss

Little Ash/Uriel

Lucille "Lucy" Kensington/Dr. Edison "Ed" Tucker

Fox Mulder/Dana Scully

Anshel/Avigdor

Anshel/Avigdor/Hadass

Anshel/Hadass

Maxine Myers/Paula Cohen

[saltybenchday]

Ahh! A year ago today I posted my first fic. I’m so damn grateful for all I’ve learned in the last year, and for the community I’ve found in and around the world of fic writing. If you write, read, kudos, comments etc. I am also so grateful to you for making the community what it is 🤍

8 11 fics, and 124,004 166,427 words (and counting!) later, I can’t imagine ever not writing. I also figure this is a good time to assemble AO3 links to what I’ve written in one spot, as a little ficaversary treat to myself, you’ll find that below the cut.

As always, read the tags and if its not your jam, no worries!

Cheers friends, keep reading, keep writing- I’m so proud of us 🤍

Auroras and Sad Prose Outlander

A possible alternative to what happen toward the end of Scottish Prisoner, after the duel. Making their way back north to Helwater, the tension that has built up between Lord John Grey and Jamie Fraser eventually reaches a breaking point, with delightful results. Jamie/John, M, Words: 11,447

A Fiery Oath (Part 1 Between The Lines Series) Outlander

Jamie Fraser asks Lord John Grey to pledge his oath during the gathering at Fraser's Ridge. Jamie/John, T, Words: 1,221

Come Back to Me Outlander

After a duel, Lord John is badly injured and near death, Jamie makes a heartfelt confession to him. Jamie/John, M, Words: 1,460

Hope in the Shadows (Part 1 Hope & Daylight Series) Outlander/Black Sails

On their way to carry delicate information to Jamaica, Lord John Grey and his step-son William are set upon by pirates. Through a series of misfortunes, misadventures, and occasional stupidity, they find themselves immersed in the world of piracy on the high seas. Eventually, William and Lord John come to learn that heroes and villains are not always what they seem, and that sometimes friendships can be forged in the most unlikely of places. Outlander X Black Sails Crossover, Lord John Grey/James Flint, William Ransom, Long John Silver, M, Words: 51,532

Wee Beasties of Jamaica Outlander

Jamie Fraser is very afraid of snakes, Lord John Grey, of spiders. Jamaica was perhaps not the best place for either of them, but together they’ll muddle through. Jamie/John, E, Words: 4,825

Would You Ask For More (Part 2 Between The Lines Series) Outlander

After tragedy strikes, Lord John brings news to Frasers ridge in hopes that he might be able to provide some comfort to the family. In the end, he brings a great deal of comfort, though in a much different manner than he had imagined. Jamie/John, E, Words: 2,798

Through the Fog Outlander

Lord John Grey is on the road to Aberdeen to tend to family business when his horse spooks and throws him from the saddle. He suddenly finds himself very far away from where he was going, running away from the Wild Hunt and right into the arms of Jamie Fraser. Jamie/John, E, Words: 4,003

Chase the Stars 'Til Daylight (Part 2 Hope & Daylight Series) Outlander/Black Sails

After learning that Thomas Hamilton is alive, Lord John Grey enlists the help of Jamie Fraser to attempt a daring rescue. Complications occur and the two friends are forced to journey to Nassau and back in an effort to reunite Hamilton with his lost love, a task that turns out to be easier said than done. Between storms and shipwrecks, vengeful pirates, and scheming redcoats, they face hardships that test their friendship, and put their lives at risk. In the end, choices are made that will change their lives forever. Jamie/John, Jamie/Claire, Flint/Hamilton, John/Flint (past), M, Words: Words: 78,744

Sweet Nothing (Part 3 Between The Lines Series) Outlander

It is Lord John Grey's last night on The Ridge before returning to England, and Jamie Fraser finds himself restless and awake. Going in search of whiskey, what he finds is much better. Jamie/John, T, Words: 2912

Pas De Trois Black Sails

Miranda and Thomas teach James how to dance. James/Thomas/Miranda, T, Words:1821

Infinite & Inevitable Outlander

After coming across a set of standing stones, Lord John Grey finds himself on Fraser's Ridge, but absolutely nothing is as he remembers it. Meanwhile, Jamie Fraser has a surprise visit from his best friend, only Lord John seems to believe there's much more to their story. Jamie/John, Jamie/Claire, M, WIP

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Bloody Hands

Rogers Family Expansion

Paring: Ari x Blair

Summary: His wife is pulling away but not only is she distant, she's afraid and Ari is determined to prove she has him and his entire family on her size.

Ari was eager to get home to his wife, she’d been a little AFK today even when the two had met up for an exchange of product for her and her team to distribute. She’d seemed more paranoid than usual, looking over her shoulder and rushing to get away from either the location of him, he wasn’t sure. But she couldn’t escape him at home, at least that’s what he thought when he entered his shared studio apartment he found his wife packing a suitcase and an open backpack full of cash. 

“What the hell is going on?” 

“I have to go.” Blair said, not stopping her actions. “They’ve hired Detective Benoit Blanc, he’ll put me away for life.”

“Bunny, no one is going to take you from me.” Ari promised, taking his wife’s hands to stop her packing. “Andy is the ADA, he won’t let anything bad happen to anyone in the family.”

“You don’t understand,” she was becoming hysterical. “I killed someone.”

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Ari was pacing around Steve’s dining room as the rest of his brothers gathered for the emergency meeting Ari’d called. He’d dropped Blair off at the Adler’s and picked Frank up at the time, trusting Daphne to take off Blair and make sure she didn’t run. When bleary eyed Frank and Ari arrived Steve who was just as exhausted due to Williams inability to sleep through the whole night but with this emergency Steve passed his duties onto Annie. One by one the brothers arrived until Ransom arrived last, the twin strapped into their double decker stroller. His reasoning being Victoria had her yearly review tomorrow and couldn’t be exhausted, the care and softness so easily coming out reminded the brothers of the positive effects of love/marriage. The brothers waited for Ari to explain what was going on but Ari's eyes were locked on Sophie and Penny, not wanting to have this conversation with his innocent nieces present. 

“Ran, let's set the girls up in the guestroom.” Steve supported taking the sleeping Penny from the stroller, Ran grabbed the half awake-half asleep Sophie and the two went to settle the toddlers. 

When they returned information just spewed from Ari, “Detective Benoit Blanc is in town investigating the death of Walt Thrombey.” 

All eyes turned to Ransom. “I didn’t do it!” Ransom threw his hands up as if to defend himself. “I hated that prick but he died of alcohol poisoning.”

“It wasn’t you,” Ari sighs plopping into the chair, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “It was Blair.” Silence follows for a few moments as they all process, the Ari noted that Lloyd doesn’t seem surprised by this news. He squints at his brother wondering if she already knew. “Walt was the dealer who supplied and ultimately killed Blair's father. But the debt her father owed just transferred onto Blair, when Walt came to collect, he took Blair under his wings, showed her the ropes and …” Ari sucked in a breath, his anger causing his body to shake.

“He molested her,” Ransom whispered. “He used to brag to my stepdad about forcing a teen into sex. The time line adds up, I never …. Really …”

Ari nodded his head at Ransom, thankful for him saying the words he couldn’t. “Blair eventually snapped. Walt did die of alcohol poisoning but it wasn’t accidental.” The brothers filed in the blanks not wanting to add to the turmoil of Ari’s situation. 

“I have a meeting scheduled Monday morning with my boss and Blanc.” Andy said, putting the final nail in the coffin.

“My grandfather,” Ransom concluded. “He has the means to afford Blanc and he was never convinced Walt would be stupid enough to drink himself to death. Everyone else, even his widow, believed it.” Ransom bit his bottom lip before smiling at Ari. “Blair is officially my favorite person.”

“Ransom this isn’t funny! Blair could go to prison.” Curtis snapped. 

“If Blanc is involved, I won’t be able to stack the case. I’ll have to put her away.” Andy confessed. 

“So we find out what he knows in Andy’s meeting. From there we either find a scapegoat or we make the evidence solid.” Steve stated firmly. 

“Blair is family,” Frank smiled reassuringly to Ari. “We protect our family.”

“We’ve been in tougher spots and came out on top.” Curtis reassures. 

Ari’s heart filled with affection at the brotherly compassion, they’d protect Blair just as fiercely as they’d protect one another. Ari finally relaxes and confesses to his brother his fears.

“I’m starting to feel like someone is trying to tear our families apart.”

“To be fair, most of our marital problems have been due to male ego and stupidity.” Frank smirked. “Thankfully we’ve chosen women who aren’t easily spurned.”

“I’m going to head out, rest up to prepare for Monday.” 

Andy says his goodbyes, the brothers trickling out until only Steve, Ari, Frank, and Lloyd remain. Ari stops Lloyd on his way out to confront him about his suspicion. 

“I knew,” Lloyd confirms. “Back when we were still unsure about her and I found out about her stealing from us-”

“What?!” Steve snaps, all these years and only Blair, Ari, and Lloyd had known about Blair’s thieving towards the family. But he is ignored.

“-I found out about her association with Thrombey and confronted her.”

“And you never told us!” Ari growled.

“I tortured her,” Lloyd said remorsefully. “I tortured her thinking she was working for them! When I got her confession I let her go, she told everyone she was jumped-a deal gone wrong and then you two started fucking.”

“Why keep it a secret?” Frank asked. 

“Because I nearly killed her and she fucking covered for me and soon enough she joined our family. We vowed to move past it and never talk about it again.”

“Any other secrets you’re hiding?” Steve growls, frustrated by the new information. 

“Your wife hates breastfeeding so she’d been pretending to pump but she’s actually been giving William formula.”

“Jesus!” Frank laughed. “Are you holding secrets for all our wives?”

“Lloyd smirked. “You know how Curtis claims to hate sour cream? Chloe hides it in as much food as she can. Let’s see what else …” Lloyd’s smirked grew. “Daphne has been secretly putting money into your wallet to pay you back for taking care of her after her divorce. Tori sold the lake house back to her brother but still uses it to threaten Ransom into behaving. Aria keeps it away from Andy but her designer frequently sees her naked during preps and costume changes. Who am I missing?” Lloyd pondered as his brothers stared at him baffled. “Deli secretly has Max enrolled into daycare for those days when she just needs a break and gives herself a spa day.”

“What the actual fuck?” Ari breathed.

“Oh! And my wife doesn’t think I know about her secret bank account but I’ve been putting $5.00 in quarterly to fuck with her. She hasn’t caught on.”

“At least they are harmless secrets, well apart from Blair.” Steve rubbed his neck.

“I’m more surprised they all confided in Lloyd.” Frank shook his head.

“Oh, only Blair and Chloe told me their secrets, all the others don’t even know that I know.” the brothers stared at Lloyd. “I’m very good at what I do.”

With that Lloyd departed Frank and Ari not long after. If Lloyd had told them sooner about Blair, maybe they could have got ahead of the situation but then again maybe not.

Monday night found the families regrouping for dinner, the kids being watched by Tori, Deli, and Daff while everyone else discussed what Andy learned. 

“Blanc isn’t in New York for this case, apparently he worked with Boston PD and determined without a doubt Walt drank himself to death.” Blair sagged in her seat, relief flooding her features. “Don’t celebrate yet. He’s in Newy looking into the disappearance of Alexander Pierce on behalf of NYPD who have discovered concrete evidence that he was the mastermind of the Rumlow Ring.”

“Well that’s an easy fix, Governor Fury owes us a favor. We cash it in and hand Pierce over.” Curtis said matter of factly.

“Pierce is a little bitch, he’ll try to take us down with him.” Lloyd stated.

“Not if I remove his tongue!” Jewels offered enthusiastically.

“No, Princess.” Lloyd sighed in disappointment but his barely concealed smile and the gentle rub on her back he gave, he was amused by his wife.

“I could help,” Chloe popped up. “I can say he abducted me again to clean up loose ends and Curtis-”

“Sugar, I love that you wanna help but you’re a terrible liar.”

“We’ll figure it out, for now let’s enjoy the evening.” Steve smiled, pulling Annie into his lap after she set the last tray of food out. She swatted his chest but her cheeks reddened at his advances. 

The massive family dug into their meal, the evening ending with a massive game of hide and seek that had become Mary’s favorite game. The stressors of their lives pushed away because the jovial nature of family distracted everyone. 

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BLURRED LOVE (18+) ǁ EPILOGUE

Will Ransome x fem!Reader

Warnings for the Epilogue: fluff, bit of angst. mentions of pregnancy and birth

Word Count: 1,3k

a/n: With the epilogue, we reached the end of this story. I loved every bit of this! Writing this was SO much fun. I hope you guys had just as much fun, reading it. 😁 A huge thanks to everyone who liked, reblogged and commented! You are the best! 💚 Another huge thank you goes out to @lokisgoodgirl ! She helped me a lot with Blurred Love, gave me wonderful ideas, extra lessons in how to write light smut and wrote a lot of snippets for different scenes, showing me how this scene could go. You are awesome, ily! 😁💚

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 ǀ Five Years Later ǀ

"William!" The call of Arthur's voice ripped the reverend out of his thoughts and brought his head out of the sky, back down to earth. Will had leaned against the wooden gates of his garden, but now he quickly turned around to face Arthur. "And?" He asked impatiently, gazing expectantly at the doctor, who stood a few meters away from him. The blonde-haired man started to smile and nodded. An audible gasp left Will's lips. He was clearly relieved. With quick steps he bridged the distance between him and the other man. "It's a healthy boy." Arthur announced, still smiling, as Will came to stand in front of him - what caused blonde-brown haired to release another happy gasp, a bright smile on his face. "Congratulations, Reverend."

The doctor shook his hand and patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you, Arthur. Thank you so much. H-How is my wife? I-Is she okay? A-And the baby? C-Can I...?" He stammered, quite a bit overwhelmed by the situation and the happiness flowing through his veins. "Mother and son are doing well. And of course you can see them." The blonde-haired man patted Will once again on the shoulder, before he led the speechless vicar back inside the house. In front of the bedroom, the both men stopped. "I'm going to go now. If there should be any problems with the baby or Y/N should get strong pain – which I don't assume. That’s usually not supposed to happen, but if it does, then you know where you can find me." Will nodded. "Y-Yes, sure. Thanks again, doctor." Arthur gave the reverend another smile. "Make sure that she gets some rest - but you know that already." With another nod of Will, walked the doctor past him and down the stairs. His hand was shaking as he placed it on the door handle and pushed it down, opening the door gently. Carefully he peeked inside the room. Y/N was laying in bed, dressed in her white nightgown. Her hair was messed up; Y/H/C strands sticking to her sweaty forehead. A tired smile played around the corners of her mouth. In her arms, she was holding their new-born son, who was wrapped up in a white blanket. His heart skipped a beat.

"Will..." She whispered and reached out one hand, signalling him to step closer - what he immediately did, of course. Will was still a bit stunned, as he sat down on the wooden chair beside the bed and took his wife's hand in his. But his rigidity flew right out of the window, when his oceanic eyes landed on the tiny human being in Y/N's arms. A cute pink face with pouty lips, a small snub nose, closed eyes and tufts of his mother's Y/H/C hair on the head. The boy looked clearly more like Y/N - yet. Except for the nose and the curls. The nose was without a doubt Will's. His heart skipped several more beats as pure joy and happiness flooded his veins. The reverend leaned down a pressed a longing kiss to the infant's forehead; then moved up to kiss Y/N on the forehead as well. He was so proud of her. "How are you feeling, love?" "Tired, exhausted, sweaty..." Y/N inhaled deeply. "But utterly happy." She added with a soft smile, squeezing Will's hand. "Me too... You should rest now." The woman nodded. "Would you like to hold him?" Another wave of euphoria hit him. "Yes, please. I'd love to." Y/N handed the baby carefully over to his father. Once Will held the tiny boy in his arms, his feelings overwhelmed him again and tears started to form in his eyes. There was nothing more wonderful than to feel the weight of his own flesh and blood; to feel the soft movements and hear the steady, even breathing. It was such a precious moment; a beautiful gift Will wouldn't trade for anything in this world. "He looks so much like you." The reverend whispered; a silent tear of joy rolling down his cheek. "He does." Y/N agreed. "But Charlie doesn't." Her words caused Will to laugh through his tears. "Well, that's quite true. He's just like his father..." She had to giggle as well. "Speaking of him... Where is he? Still out with the other children and Pup?" Will nodded, gently rocking the baby. "He is. I promised him, I'd get him as soon as his sibling is born. Charlie is really excited to meet his brother." "We all were." Y/N smiled up at her husband, who reciprocated the smile immediately. Pleasant silence settled over the couple; both of them looking at the wonder in Will's arms with heart eyes. "How are we going to name him?" Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "I have no idea, darling... We should've thought about that before his birth." He snorted out another laugh. "Indeed, we should have..." Will's eyes drifted once again back to the sleeping infant, memorizing every inch of the tiny, innocent human being; trying to think of a fitting name. "He doesn't look like a Fred, does he?" Y/N shook her head, frowning. "No, I think he doesn't look like a Fred... Perhaps more like a, uh... Frankie?" The reverend's gaze went from his son, to his wife and back. "I like that name, but... My feeling says it's not the right one for this little man." "Not?" He shook his head, "No, somehow not..." and raised one hand to gently cup the boy's small head; thumb brushing through the Y/H/C haired fuzz. With a smile noticed the reverend, how his son cuddled against his touch in search of skin contact. His heart bursted with love and pride.

Will actually never thought of becoming a father twice. Not after getting blessed by Charlie three years ago. He could remember it as clear as daylight, when Y/N told him they were expecting. Will had been ecstatic. To hold Charlie in his hands was the most wonderful experience in his life. After his and Y/N's first child, there were no signs of a second - what had been completely fine for the reverend. If God blessed them with only one child, then so be it, Will thought. His life was perfect, nevertheless. But then, out of nowhere and completely unexpected told him his wife on a Sunday morning, right before mass that she was more than likely pregnant again. Will couldn't believe his luck - and now, about nine months later, he held the sweet surprise, another perfect product of their love - God's gift in his arms. Will smiled. What he had right now, was all he ever wished for and- Wait a minute... God's gift... The reverend's eyes widened. That was it. "Theo!" Y/N's eyes met Will's in confusion; another frown on her beautiful face. "What?" "Theo... The name for our boy." "Theo?" The man nodded. "Yes. Theo means 'God's gift' in, uh, Greek, I believe... And that's what he is... Isn't he?" The woman blinked. "Y-Yes, he is- How do you know that?" Will shrugged his shoulders with a smile. "I once read it in a book." "Of course you read it in a book." She giggled. "What do think, love? Does he look like a Theo?" Y/N cocked her head in a thinking manner; eyes never leaving the infant. "Hmm, yes... Yes, I do think he looks like a Theo. It's a sweet name for a sweet boy." A bright smile spread over Will's face. "Well then... Welcome to the world, little Theo." He said quietly and pressed another lingering kiss on the baby's head, before his eyes locked on his wife again, filled with pure love. "Thank you for giving me another son. You and your body worked so hard. I am so proud of you, of our family. I love you so much." "I love you, too, Will." Y/N smiled lovingly at her husband. "Forever."

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Three ships: currently? Dreamling (Hob Gadling/Dream of the Endless, from the Sandman), Vegebul (Vegeta/Bulma, from DBZ) and Victuuri (Victor/Yuuri from Yuri on Ice). Bonus ship: William Ransom/John Cinnamon (Outlander), because last time I checked I was still the only person to have written anything for them.

First ever ship: if we're talking "first ship where I knew what shipping was, and viewed through the lens of fandom" then Vegebul (Vegeta/Bulma from DBZ). Which I have gleefully gotten back into, free of cringe at last.

Last song: at the time of writing this, last song listened to is Mother Scotland, which spotify informs me is from Lady M. Last song sung is Over the Rainbow from Wizard of Oz (Part II from the choir arrangement)

Last movie: I'm not sure? It feels like it's been forever since I've sat down and watched a movie in full.

Currently reading: volume 3 of Spy X Family (I fell in love with the anime and got gifted the first three volumes of the manga at christmas), a lot of fanfic, and Rosemary and Rue by Seanan McGuire (I technically haven't started it yet, but it's in my bag and next on my reading pile, you just caught me in between books)

Currently consuming: Tea. This one is Russian Morning n°24 by Kusmi Tea, which is my current tin of tea at the office.

Currently craving: a contractual working week under 42 hours. Also chocolate. Quiet (there is some building work happening down the street and it is loud).

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