#Gwil x o/c
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Easy As A-B-C
Pairing: Professor!Gwilym Lee x Reader
Summery: Professor Lee is getting sick of marking papers, you offer an alternative. One where he doesn't need to think at all.
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected sex, bimbofication (without hypnosis), oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, light dom/sub dynamic, dom!reader, sub!Gwil, overstimulation, maybe a little bit of hair pulling
Words: 4,537
A/N: This was massively massively inspired by my love @dracoladon and her Drarry fic Lucid (seriously, go read it because she’s a much better writer than me and also sex dumb Draco is hhhhhhh). Reading it made me want to write more himbo fics but without all the hypnosis stuff thats in my Future Management series. Then I got talking to @peachydeacon about himbo!Rog which led to talking about himbo!Gwil and this fic is the result of our discussion lmao. It was also partly inspired by a post on a porn blog that popped up on my dash but I can’t link to that because tumblrs dumb.
Also, it is a professor gwil fic but set after reader has graduated so it’s all above board lmao
Blurb Advent: Day 24
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Gwilym looked unreasonably hot while he was grading papers, his brow knitted, wearing a look of serious concentration made all the more noticeable by the reading glasses sliding down his nose. His loose tie and the undone top buttons of his business shirt lent him a casually dishevelled air, and that wasn’t even mentioning the way he absentmindedly twisted his pen between his fingers as he read and reread sentences he was struggling to understand, occasionally pausing to underline something or write a note in the margins. It all painted a very sexy image, the kind of serious sexy only a professor could achieve, though this sexiness was nowhere near new. You’d found his manner oddly arousing even when he’d been your professor. Of course, that had been a few years ago and well before you’d had your chance encounter in the local second hand bookstore that led you to ask him out. He’d stuttered out something about never having even thought of you as more than his student and “really I feel almost as if I’ll get in trouble for the conversation as soon as I get back to campus.” But the awkwardness soon changed when you confessed to having had a minor crush on him back in the day and having since hoped to run into him. He seemed more open to the idea of dinner with you after that and, if you were being honest, more cocky too, but cocky in a decidedly dignified and charming way. Anyway, one thing led to another and now here you were somewhere close to a year and half later and you were struggling not to stare at Gwil as he graded papers and looked professor-ally disarrayed and hot.
You knew it was something to do with the Romantic era poets that the students had to write about because he’d read a question out to you earlier to get your opinion of if it was confusingly worded.
“No, I don’t think so,”
“Then why in god’s name do none of my students get it?” he looked about ready to hit his head against the desk until he passed out but he returned to the topmost paper with a sigh and ruffled hair from where he’d run his hand through it. That’s when you’d started trying not to stare. A tall order when all you could think about was dragging Gwil to the bedroom and ravishing him enough to make him forget all about John Keats and poetry and the English language itself. Not that that was exactly hard. No, Gwilym had a tendency to get a little dazed and confused when you really gave it to him. Sex drunk you’d decided to call it. A transformation that you quite delighted in witnessing and causing. Gwil was sharp as a tack usually, always ready with some obscure fact or quote from literature. It was part of what made him such a good teacher, his memory for all things bookish, as well as his approachable (if a little stern) demeanour and his determination to get the best from his students. But it wasn’t hard to shut down his brain, cloud his memory and entirely befuddle him. One time you’d snuck into the bathroom at the restaurant you’d gone to for dinner and poor Gwilym had become so spaced out he’d spilt half a glass of wine in his lap and then walked into the glass door as you left, even with you leading him by the hand. You supposed that what they said about great power and responsibility was true. All the same, it was a fun power to wield and you knew that, with the right sort of attention, you could have Gwilym babbling incomprehensible gibberish with no memory of what a poem even was, which was surely something he’d appreciate right about now.
You blinked yourself from your reverie as, finally, Gwil set his glasses aside and rose from his seat, groaning as he stretched out the stiffness in his back. He rolled his neck back and forth, your eyes following, before letting his shoulders drop and moving to sit next to you on the couch.
“I can’t do it anymore, I can’t read another word about Byron or I’ll loose it.” He sighed, draping an arm around your shoulders and leaning into your neck.
“Byron? I remember that assignment. Everyone hated you for it,”
His breath was warm against your skin as he spoke, sending a tingle down your spine, “Well if this year’s lot is anything to go by, the feeling was probably mutual,”
“Mmm, I remember one girl saying she was going to shove her copy of Don Juan up your arse if she didn’t pass,”
He lifted his head again and laughed, “And yet my rectum remains Byron fee and no other injuries befell me, so either I taught you enough to get by or you were all a bunch of cowards,”
“Bit of both probably. And why would this year’s be any different, huh?”
“I don’t know, you haven’t read any of their attempts at cohesive analysis. Some of them are just throwing out terms like allusion and anapestic and personification all willy-nilly, clearly without properly understanding them. ”
“I think you’re being too harsh on them. They’re first years after all and it’s not always easy to understand all that poncy poetical bullshit. Plus, you know it all already so of course everyone else seems stupid to you,”
“Maybe,” he conceded, though it seemed to take some effort.
“Honestly, someone should put you in their position, see how well you go with it,”
“Yeah? And who would do something like that?” Gwilym laughed as you shifted to straddle his lap, accepting the kiss you offered, “You?”
“Maybe I will. Spell personification for me,”
“You know it’s not high school English, right. We don’t do pop quizzes on spelling and grammar.”
“I know you don’t, but this is my subject and I’m testing spelling. Besides,” you let your hand drop between you, brushing lightly over the front of his pants, “I promise it’ll be fun.”
Gwil gave a half-hearted eye roll, “P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N, personification. D’you want me to use it in a sentence too?”
You knew he’d get it right. Gwil always had been good at spelling off the top of his head which you supposed was a side effect of all his reading and the years devoted to the written word. But it was still a little annoying. Mostly because he was being a bit of a tool about the whole thing, but it didn’t help that you’d grown quite wet thinking about how you’d like to have him, like to turn him into the fucked out airhead you’d seen before. You shook your head and tutted at him as if he got it wrong.
“No, that’s definitely it. I’ve just read it about a hundred times, I know I’m right. P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N,” he spelt it faster that time, trying to prove that you were wrong.
“Try allusion for me,”
“A-L-L-U-S-I-O-N,”
Right again. You sighed as if you were disappointed.
Gwilym raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
“What about caesura?”
“C-E-A-S-U-R-A,”
The mistake was an easy one to make, two letters flipped around the wrong way, and you could tell he knew it was wrong as soon as he’d said it. He was surprised when you leant forward to kiss him again, cupping his jaw with one hand as you dropped the other and slowly pulled down the zip on his work pants.
“But I fucked up,” he said softly, eyes still closed as you pulled away a few centimetres.
You just smiled as you thought of a new word, “Anapestic,”
It was another word Gwil had mentioned as seeing in his student’s essays so you knew it would be fresh in his mind and he proved as much when he spelt it, “A-N-A-P-E-S-T-I-C,”
He was right of course, so you tutted and pulled your hand away from his crotch, grabbing his chin with your other and forcing him to look at you, “You can do better than that.”
His features shifted at the sudden loss of contact, the look of concentration returned once more.
If anything, your much closer proximity to the expression made him seem all the more hot but you resisted the urge to give in and drag him to the bedroom, curious if he’d catch onto your little game now and, equally so, to see if he’d play along, “Try Onomatopoeia.” A longer word gave him more chances to get things wrong but would his pride and his brain allow that? Apparently so.
“O-N-O-M-” Gwil paused and thought for a second, his eyes narrowed as his looked at you, “O-N-O-M-A-T-O-P-I-A,” the last three letters were said with such deliberate diction that you knew he’d figured it out.
“Good boy,” you said, letting your hands slip inside his undone pants to massage his dick.
His hips jolted at the contact and he let his hands fall to your arse, squeezing.
“What about, dactyl?”
His reply was instant, unthinking, and totally correct, “D-A-C-T-Y-L,”
You clicked your tongue condescendingly as you once again removed your hands from him.
“Fuck,”
“Well that’s what happens when you get things wrong, honey, and such an easy one too,”
“I didn’t get it wro- fine, give me another,”
You smiled, unable to hide how delighted you were that he was interested in following your rules, even if it was just his competitive streak rearing its head to show that he could out smart you, “Assonance,”
Gwilym spelt the word slowly and carefully, making sure to only say one ‘s’ and to leave off the ‘e’. And you made sure to reward him for it, shuffling backwards on his lap so you could shimmy his pants down his thighs and wrap your hand around his cock. He raised an eyebrow at you but otherwise made no comment as he leant back in his seat to enjoy the attention.
“Romanticism,”
Once again Gwilym was careful with his spelling, intentionally replacing the ‘c’ with a double ‘s’ but that was the kind of behaviour you wanted to encourage so you kept stroking him off, twisting your wrist, dragging your thumb over his flushed tip. It must have felt good with the way he was sighing, shifting his shoulders as if to move his whole body closer to yours.
“So clever baby, what about,” you paused, dredging up memories of poetry analysis and the words you used to have burned into your brain but which you’d not had much use for recently, “Enjambment”
“Ummm, E-N,” Gwil hummed as you leant over him and let a trail of spit drip onto his cock, using your hand to spread it over his length, “Enjamb-ment, uh, E-N-J-A- no E, no A, M-E-N-T,”
You leant into his ear and spoke softly, “That’s right, being so good for me, so clever. What should I do next though? Ride you? Or maybe suck you off? Or just keep doing this?”
“Uh,” Gwilym shook his head a little as if to clear it, “mouth? Please?”
“Of course, baby. If you can spell dissonance for me.” You were quietly confident that he’d get the spelling wrong, already noticing the first sign of his impending brainlessness, extra filler words where he’d normally not need them. It was funny though, usually he wouldn’t reach that stage until he was much closer to nutting.
“D-I-S” he rushed through the first three letters and then stopped, biting his lip, “T-um, A-N-E-N-C-E.”
You were sure the errors in that word were less intentional than the previous few and, as promised, slipped off his lap and settled yourself between his legs, pulling his pants off so he could spread them wider for you. You held eye contact as you let your tongue trail along the underside of his cock, tracing along a vein, though you couldn’t help but smile as he groaned above you.
“Can you spell Decasyllable for me?” you asked before closing your lips around the head of his cock.
“What? Oh, um, D-E-C-K- fuck,” he broke off as you swirled your tongue around his tip.
“Fuck’s not a letter, baby,” you sank down on him again, bobbing a little lower.
“I know, um, Deck-syllable, D-E-C-K-A-S-Y-B-L-E, I think. Is that right?”
In answer you hummed and took him a little deeper, pushing his shirt up towards his chest.
Gwilym took the hint and pulled it off before he grabbed your hair, leaning his head against the back of the couch. For a moment you just focused on sucking him off, listening to his shallow breathing and whiny groans. But you weren’t finished with your game yet.
“Epigraph?” you asked before bobbing down on him again, pushing yourself to take him deeper still.
Gwilym remained silent as you gagged and pulled back from him again to breath freely.
“Well?”
“What did you say?”
“Epigraph. Can you spell that?”
He nodded as you resumed your bobbing, his hand grabbing at your hair, “E-P-P-E-G-R-A-F-F.”
You hummed around him and his hips bucked up, pushing him further down your throat for a second.
“No, don’t stop,” he whined under his breath as once again you let him fall from between your lips.
“Sorry baby,” you wrapped your hand around his base and switched back to jerking him off, “you’re so hard though and I know you want to earn your orgasm like a good boy,”
Gwilym nodded.
“Okay, so spell meter,”
“M- oh, I don’t know,”
“You do know, baby, you just gotta try. Meter,”
He scrunched his face up in thought, “M-E-E-T-R,”
“See, I said you knew it, and you did it so well!”
Gwilym gave you a dopey smile, looking proud at your praise, “I did?” His mouth dropped open with the movement of your hand.
“Of course baby! You got it completely right because you’re so clever. What about sonnet, do you think you can do that one for me?”
He nodded enthusiastically, “S-N-E-T,”
“Very good! Okay, three more and I’ll let you cum,”
“Okay!”
“Okay, what about,” you thought for a moment, watching your hand pumping over his shaft as you trailed your fingernails lightly over his thigh, “Spell rhyme,”
“Ummm,” Gwilym bit his lip in thought, soft grunting noises rising in his throat in time with your strokes.
“It’s a bit of a tricky one,”
“Yeah.”
“And it’s hard to concentrate isn’t it?”
“Mmhmm, so hard to con-ten-tate,” he thought for a little longer as you slowed your hand, “rrr- R-I-M,”
“So clever baby! Okay canto,”
“Oh! Ummm,” Gwilym pouted and whined as you unexpectedly drew the tip of your tongue around his head, “I don’ know,”
“No?”
He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed.
“Okay what about, poem?”
Gwilym seemed to have reached the last dregs of his knowledge, grunting in frustration as he shook his head again.”
“You sure you don’t know?”
He bucked his hips up into your hand as he shook his head again.
“Alright, I’ll give you an easy one then. Spell your name for me, spell Gwilym,”
Gwil’s eyes lit up at the suggestion but his face quickly slipped into a frown again, the expression getting more pronounced with every passing second he didn’t say anything. He sought out your face, his eyes brimming with frustrated tears, “I don’t…” his fists balled up as he looked to you for help.
“You don’t remember?”
He shook his head once more, a tear shaking loose and rolling down his cheek, “you said it was easy.”
“It’s okay if you don’t know,”
“Really?” he sniffled.
“Of course it’s okay. You’re not supposed to know things.”
“I’m not?”
“Awww, of course not baby. That’s why I’m here, to know things, and you’re just here to make me happy.”
Gwilym sighed and leaned back against the couch, smiling again.
“Do you want to give it a try for me?”
“Umm,” he whined as you slowed your strokes
“It would make me very happy,”
“Okay, umm…G? L? ummmm, M?”
“You’re so clever, baby!”
Gwilym giggled proudly and grinned at you as you adjusted your grip on his cock.
“You’re my good, smart boy, aren’t you baby?”
“Mmhmm,” he bucked his hips towards you as you took him into your mouth again. “Feels go-od,” he mumbled, almost panting with how close he was. You dragged the hand that rested on his thigh up to cup his balls as you sucked on his tip until he moaned and came, spilling his seed over your tongue.
You kept working your hand along his length, even after you’d pulled your mouth from him.
“Was that a good orgasm baby? Did it make you feel good?”
He nodded, pouting a little as you kept wanking him, “good oggsam,”
It took all your effort not to laugh at that, biting on the inside of your cheek to keep from letting so much as a chuckle slip. Very few things delighted you as much as when Gwil forgot how to talk properly.
“You know,” you said as you finally let his cock free, “sometimes when people have orgasms they feel euphoric. Do you feel euphoric?”
“Mmhmm, you-porik.”
“Clever boy. Do you want to help me feel euphoric?”
“How?”
“With your mouth,”
“Oh! Okay!”
You braced yourself against his knees as you stood, leaning forward to give Gwil a small kiss on the lips. He closed his eyes and smiled up at you contentedly as you shimmied out of your own clothes, dropping them all to the floor.
“You going to let me lie down?” you asked, tapping Gwil on the shoulder.
He looked around confusedly for a moment before his eyes settled on you, growing wider as he realised how naked you were. Without warning he surged forward, his hands grabbing your arse as he nuzzled his face in the valley between your breasts.
If it were up to Gwil he would have stayed there all day but you had need for him elsewhere so you yanked his head back by his hair, earning a small noise of displeasure.
“Don’t complain, baby. You want to make me feel euphoric, right?”
“Mmhmm,” he hummed earnestly.
“And how do you think you could do that?”
“I don’t know,”
“Maybe, cunnilingus?”
“cun-un-un-un-gus,”
“Exactly,” you directed his gaze down to your pussy, failing to hide your amused grin. But he was too far gone to notice, happily slipping to his knees in front of you. Telling him to wait for a second, you climbed onto the couch and spread your legs, beckoning him between them once you were comfortable.
He hadn’t been able to say the word but that didn’t mean he wasn’t skilled at the act. A string of soft hums and throaty sounds rose to your lips as he licked your cunt, the scratchy sensation of his beard only amplifying the soft, wet, warmth of his tongue.
“Can you, oh, can you spell poem for me baby?”
Gwilym hummed and then started naming letters, his mouth still pressed against your cunt as if he didn’t realise he couldn’t talk and suck at the same time. You didn’t bother to stop him when he said too many letters or correct him when all of them were wrong. You just let his breath wash over you, his tongue flicking against your clit with each new letter, eliciting longer moans and sighs from you.
“Fuck Gwil,” you panted, “keep going,”
“Keep going,” he repeated, his voice muffled as he dragged his tongue all the way down your slit and then back up again, making you whine.
You jolted when he reached your clit again and pressed against his head, keeping him close to you, your other hand trailing up your chest to tweak your nipples and knead your breasts. Occasionally you’d give him an instruction – “faster please,” or “do that again,” or “fuck Gwil, right there,” – and he’d repeat the words back to you, softened and often a little slurred together or mispronounced, before doing as he was asked, drawing you closer to release. He was pleased whenever another groan or mewl slipped from your lips, responding to them with sounds of his own as if he were savouring a particularly delicious meal. It seemed he’d taken what you’d said about making you happy to heart, though some of his whines might have had more to do with his cock, hard again and straining to be touched as his attention remained focused on you.
“I’m c-lose ba-by,” you grunted as Gwilym pressed his mouth to your lower lips, as if to give you a soft chaste kiss, only to begin shaking his head side to side, rubbing his face against your cunt.
“loase,” he muttered to himself, trailing his tongue back up to your clit, making you grind your hips up into him. It was impossible to keep your mouth shut in the face of such a feeling, wantonly moaning as you felt your orgasm bubbling to the surface.
Gwilym hummed against you in response to a particularly loud moan which managed to be your undoing, your knees trying to clamp shut around his head as he continued to suck at your clit.
When you calmed enough to let go of his hair and loosen your thighs from around his ears, Gwilym looked up at you. His face was shiny and wet but he seemed to have regained some of his usual awareness. His eyes weren’t quite as vacant and his smile less dopey than it had been.
“Feel good?” he asked, sounding almost normal except for a slight lightness in his tone.
“Very good baby,” you leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips, tasting yourself as he opened his mouth and accepted your tongue. Slowly you dropped your hand between you, finding his cock again, not quite done with your brainless toy. He grunted against your lips and bucked into your hand as you stopped his return to sense.
“Isn’t this fun?” you said softly as you pulled back, holding Gwil by the chin to stop him from trying to follow.
“Yeah, fun,” a smile slowly tugging at his lips, “what is?”
“Not needing to think, baby,”
“Oh! Yes,” he laughed.
“You’re too pretty to have a brain anyway, aren’t you? Much better off letting it leak out of your head,”
“Mmhmm, much,”
“And do you know what good, dumb boys get?”
“No?”
“They get fucked. Would you like that?”
“Yes yes yes,”
“Alright, lie back for me,” you chuckled, giving his cock a final stroke.
Gwilym settled on the carpet on his back, grinning as you straddled his lap. Silently he held out his hand, all but two of his fingers folded against his palm.
“No, I don’t need your fingers sweetie,” you said, giving the tips of his two fingers a light kiss, “as dextrous as they are and as much as I enjoy them, I think I’m okay skipping straight to your cock,”
He nodded, letting you place his hand down on the floor again.
You watched his face as you slowly sank down onto him, once again the picture of cunt drunk bliss with glazed eyes and his lip between his teeth. He smiled as you leaned down to kiss him, rolling your hips against his slowly. As you tongues entwined again, Gwilym framed your waist with his hands, slowly dragging them up your sides and onto your chest. He cupped each of your breasts in one of his palms, squeezing softly as you rocked forward and back.
“Better than Byron isn’t this?” you asked, pushing yourself up a bit, but not so far you couldn’t kiss him again.
“Wha’s Byron?”
You laughed, “Y’know I think this might be the dumbest I’ve seen you. Can’t believe all it took was a rigged spelling test.
He obviously didn’t understand, staring blankly back at you.
What he did understand was that you were moving further away from him and he whined as you pushed yourself to sit higher again, bracing your hands on his chest as you used your knees to raise and lower yourself. It still wasn’t enough though so you shifted again before too long, placing a hand behind you to grab Gwil’s leg. You leant back on it changing the angle of Gwilym’s cock, and felt his hands drop from your chest, no longer able to reach as easily. They came to rest on your leg, his fingertips digging into your skin as you rode him, keening as you felt the start of your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck Gwil, fill me so well, feels so good,”
“My dex-ik-tus cock?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, taken by surprise at his misunderstanding and mispronunciation of dextrous, but you nodded in agreement too, repeating your sentiments about how good it felt.
“Wanna make me feel even better?”
“How?”
You sat forward again and reached for his hand, pulling it to your clit. Gwilym took the hint, messily rubbing as you bounced on his cock, but his whines and moans only grew as you rode him.
“You’re close?”
“Mmhmm,”
You were on the verge of asking if he could hold it when he came with a groan, pulsing inside you. But you didn’t stop.
“I’m close too, baby, so I’m gonna keep fucking you, okay?”
He nodded, eyes fixed on you.
“Good boy.” You panted, grabbing his wrist to hold his hand at your clit and adjusting your rhythm. Each time you sank back down onto him you did it harder, slamming his cock into you as deep as you could manage, groaning with each one. Your orgasm was frustratingly close but Gwilym was becoming steadily more sensitive as his subsided, wincing more with each of your thrusts. The winces turned to whimpers which turned to whines as you whispered that you were so close.
“Almost baby, almost,”
“Please. Hur’s,”
“Nearly, just. One. More,” you threw your head back with a moan as you finally found your release, Gwil whining when you pulsed around him, a fresh tear running from the corner of his eye onto the carpet as he squirmed under you.
“Sorry, baby,” you said softly as you carefully dismounted him.
He hummed as you kissed him again, leaving an extra kiss against the tip of his nose.
“Did so well, such a good boy for me,”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm, so good,”
He gave you a slightly watery smile and let you pull him into a cuddle, sighing contentedly when you brushed your fingers through his hair. You stayed like that for a while, knowing that later you’d regret lying on the floor for so long but unable to find the energy to move or the willpower to tell Gwilym you had to let him go. He gradually lost the fucked out expression, becoming more aware of his surroundings and more capable of clear speech.
“How are you feeling?” you asked when you realised he’d blinked away the last of his sex drunk vacancy.
“Better than before. Little tired but much more relaxed and very satisfied. And, before you ask, yes that’s satisfied and yes I can spell it if you want,”
“I believe you.”
#my writing#my fics#smut fic#gwilym lee x reader#gwilym lee smut#gwilym lee imagine#this has been half written in my drafts for much too long now#but im very happy to be able to finally post it!#just got one more thing to write for this advent countdown#which i'll try and knock off after i get back from church#so that its ready to go in the morning#anyway#hope ya'll like this#i might kind of love writing pretty dumb boys#blurb advent 2020
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A, B, C, D, N, O, P, S, Z
Ahhh yay! So many questions! ❤️
Also lol I basically spent my day slowly writing out my answers in the notes app.
A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.
- Hardzzello. Currently my main hyperfixation! I just love putting the two together, even with different characters they've played. I also very much like Nightangel but lol I'm also very particular about the fanfics and art that I consume regarding that ship.
B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.
- Grami. Both as a platonic ship and as a romantic ship. Like I know they're close friends and care deeply for one another, but I never seemed to think of them in a shippy way until a friend pointed it out to me and how underrated the ship is. Now it's like my eyes have been opened and now I'm noticing how soft and sweet and affectionate they are with each other!
C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.
- R*ylo. Nope. Not for me and never will be.
D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.
- Pixie/Harland/Frank. Okay here's the thing - if it had just ended slightly differently, then I would've enjoyed the ship. But the movie decided to go with that ending and it just felt so disappointing with how Pixie's character arc went.
N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).
- Main fandom right now is the Queen/BoRhap fandom!
1. Definitely want more Rami in fics and art! I know people tend to focus on Gwil, Ben, and Joe because the three have been much more active in social media, (and certain other reasons). But c'mon, are you really going to leave out Rami?? The guy who brought Freddie Mercury to life in BoRhap?? That sweetheart??
2. I'm surprised that this needs to be said, but I want people to learn how to write Rami like an actual person, or at least try to base it on how he acts like in real life. Not sure if people still do this, but I used to see fics where they'd make him so unusually aggressive (bc racial biases towards black/brown men) OR they'd go the opposite route and make him super infantile and where he basically acts like a small child (bc apparently the only way they can think of to make a black/brown man not scary is to make him act and talk like a baby 🤢). Hopefully this has changed, but I'm not sure since I barely read fics by authors I don't know anymore.
Okay so this last one will be for the X-Men fandom!
3. More badass Kurt PLEASE! Enough of this uwu innocent bottom baby personality! Let him kick ass and flirt and be badass ffs!
O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?
- lol I put my music on shuffle and got Take On Me by A-ha, a song that makes me immediately think of Joe Mazzello solely based on the jumpy/funky/fun vibes of the music.
P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).
- I just suddenly remembered how my friend reminded me about the BoRhap boys' age gap by saying that when Rami was 20, Gwil and Joe were 17. Then you have Ben who was only TEN. So like can you imagine an AU where they somehow met at that age? Just Rami, Gwil, and Joe panicking because they have this whole ass child right in front of them and they know nothing about childcare!
S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)
- aaahhh okay I will admit that I don't exactly understand this question. Like, an example from where? Canon? Fanfic? Why is there a prompts optional thing? Gah um okay I'll just answer it as me saying one of my headcanons!
Personally I think that Four from 6 Underground has ADHD based on his mannerisms and the way he gestures a lot and speaks fast and also because I relate to him and I also have ADHD, so there!
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)
- I've probably said this before, but I am not over the similarities/coincidences between Queen and the BoRhap boys! It's not just from their looks! Like it's even down to their astrology with their sun and moon signs. And their relationships omg!
Like how Freddie was super close to John, then you have the decade-long friendship between Rami and Joe.
Brian and Roger were friends since the beginning of Queen and even until now, then you have Gwil and Ben who bonded over the fact that they're both Brits and can relate to each other more.
Then there's John and Roger's friendship and about them bonding more being the youngest ones in the band, meanwhile Joe and Ben's friendship is just such hilarious fun.
John and Brian have this sort-of friendship/rivalry going on, likewise with how Joe and Gwil pretend to fight over Ben.
Brian and Freddie have such an underrated friendship but it's obvious how much Brian cares based on how lovingly he speaks of Freddie, and it's the same with Gwil and Rami and how sweet and openly affectionate they are with each other.
Lastly there's Freddie and Roger being platonic soulmates, and while Rami and Ben's friendship may not be as open to public eye I can't forget the sweet things Rami said about Ben and how he called Ben the "glue" that brought them all together.
Aaaand I think I've rambled enough lol 😅 I hope you at least enjoyed what I let loose!
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That Dress
Ben Hardy x Reader Oscars SMUT
Summary: It's the Oscars! When Ben sees you in your gown for the first time he had to have you. Even if that meant taking you backstage in the middle of the show to have his way with you.
Word Count: 2.2k of straight up Ben Hardy filth
Warnings: Smut, Ben Hardy, Unprotected Sex, slightly public sex, Ben Hardy.
A/N: We are all so thirsty for Ben. Here it is guys!
Nervous emotions brewed in Ben’s head as he and his friends waited outside the hotel. He laughed along with Joe and Gwilym but all he wanted was to see his wife walk out so they could leave. He looked down at his shoes while he anxiously shifted on his heels “Oh shit,” Joe murmured in awe, bumping his shoulder in the blond. Ben looked up at the doors and gazed upon the beauty that walked out.
Y/N wore a light pink and rose gold Elie Saab gown that hugged every curve he adored. Her hair was curled and tucked behind her ears with shiny bobby pins with small diamond stars. Every emotion that was in Ben’s body was replaced by one: lust. And why was this? It was the high slit that ran up the dress, exposing her thigh every time she took a step.
“Mrs. Jones, you are divine!” Gwil calls out when he sees his best friends wife. Y/N smiles and giggles, covering her lips with her hand to conceal it. Joe playfully whistles and ears an eye roll from her. Ben walks up and holds out his hand for her, she gladly takes it and looks at his torso.
“White,” she comments.
“Do you like it?” He asks as he walks her towards the other guys.
“I love it.”
“I like the dress,” he retorts with a wide grin.
“Thanks, it has pockets,” she gasps. Ben laughs at her answer also remembering how much of a dork she was behind all the glamour.
While they sat in the car Ben kept taking glances of her exposed leg, it drove the Brit wild. He couldn’t wait for later that evening so he could take her out of it. He shifts in his seat and looks out the window, now was not the time to be getting turned on. “You ok, Benny?” she whispers to him.
“Never better.”
The carpet was almost a nightmare, his hand got painfully low on her back while they posed. It was even worse when she didn’t complain or swat his hand away. There were many mutual ass grabs in secret. Her kindness was also a turn on, while he did interviews he would take glances at her politely chatting with the crew and other celebrities that complimented her outfit. The habit of her placing her hand over her heart when someone said something nice about her made his heart swell.
“I met Shangela,” she cheers when they took their seat sometime later. Ben was only half listening, he was too busy checking out the camera setups. Thankfully he knew they were never going to film them, it was easier to get away with things.
“That’s great, Love,” he finally responds distantly, sitting next to her. He picked the right side; her leg was nicely exposed to him.
While the show went on his nervously tapped his foot until he said screw it. His hand crept its way to the fabric around her leg and gently pushes it aside. Her smooth skin meets his strong hand, she hitches a breath and looks at her husband sternly. “Ben,” she growls through gritted teeth, trying to keep a smile.
He leans in and lets his nose brush against her ear “I’ve wanted you all night,” he bites his lip and gently grips her inner thigh, “Do you like me touching you in public? Our best friends are right there. Cameras are everywhere.”
His teasing would get him anything he wanted, his naughty words combined with his low voice sent shock waves of pleasure to her core “Is this really the time?” She whispers panicked, checking to make sure no one was looking. His hand starts to slowly make it's way higher closer to her center. Y/N places her hands in her lap to shield his.
“We can find somewhere, I can’t wait for later.”
“We’re going to miss it.”
“No, we won’t…if we leave now,” he purrs. She quickly stands to put her purse against Joe’s chest, making him grunt and look up at her lustful Y/E/C eyes.
“Hold my purse,” she tells him.
“O-ok?” His voice sounds like a question as he watches the couple stumble their way to the exit.
“That’s a nice color on you,” Gwil jokes, looking over him.
Ben held on to Y/N’s hand as they hurried to find a private place. They smiled politely smiled at those the passed through in the hall and slowed down their fast walking when people gave them odd looks. They snickered like they were teens again trying to hide the fact that they were about to tear each other apart!
Ben finally found a small room “Here,” he comments in satisfaction, halting them. He looks in and sees a couple of men fiddling with lighting equipment “Put your arm around me,” he tells her.
She raises an eyebrow “What?”
“Just do it,” he sighs. She hesitantly puts her arm around his neck and leans against him.
“Excuse me, mates…my wife is pregnant and feeling very sick. Could we please get a moment?” he asks. Y/N places her hand over her stomach and smiles like she was in pain. The men all look at them sympathetically and rush out of the room telling them to take their time. Oh, they planned on it.
Ben lets her go and runs to the door to lock it. She straightens out her dress, slightly making the top slip a little lower to expose more cleavage. The soft click of the lock sent a chill of anticipation down her spine “Why do you tempt me, Y/N?” He questions her lowly, his voice filled with want. He turns around with his beautiful green eyes blown with lust.
She bites her lips and bats her long lashes innocently at him. He puts his hands in his pockets and slowly makes his way across the room to her. He bites his own lip, his front teeth dragging along the soft pink skin “I’ve never seen you like this before Benjamin,” she comments seductively, her head held high.
“If I knew you were going to wear that little number tonight we wouldn’t have been in this situation,” he finally reaches her and reaches out for her hips, drawing her in closer to him. His lips get painfully close to hers as he drags out the anticipation “Let’s take if off, yeah?” His lips connected with hers taking in the sweet taste of her lip gloss.
Y/N shucks off his white jacket, letting it fall to the ground behind them while Ben pushes her towards the desk and helping her sit on it. Their lips never part as they fumble with buttons and zippers, Y/N finally releases for air as Ben takes off the white dress shirt “Fuck,” she breathes heavily, “I’m so glad I married you.” Her fingers brush the defined curves of his abs, taking in the glorious sight of him looking down at her with his lips slightly parted.
He chuckles and gets on his knees, kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs “Shit,” she hisses and throws her head back. He moves aside the fabric of her dress and lifts her leg over her shoulder “Ben please,” she moans.
“Please what?” he teases, tapping a finger against her clothed clit. Y/N melts underneath her husband’s touch, running her hand through his blond hair. His lips ravished the sensitive skin of her thighs while she begged him.
“Touch me, please Ben.” She couldn’t see the smirk that graced his wanting lips, he pulled aside her nude colored panties and licked along her core. She moaned loudly and arched her back, making him put his hand on her stomach to push her back down.
“Don’t let them hear you, Love, as much as I want everyone to know how good I pleasure you…this isn’t the right place,” he scolds, before sucking in her clit. He pays close attention to how she reacts to him, like the soft whispers that came from her lips and how she wriggled when he sucks just a bit too hard.
“Ben, we have to hurry,” she pants, pushing him away. Even with shaky legs, she manages to stand and shimmies off her dress, stepping out of the pool of pink fabric and onto her knees. Running her hands up his thighs and looking up at him,
“You don’t have to Baby,” he blurts out, slowly jerking himself. It’s quite a sight to see, his large hand wrapped around his thick cock, the tip red and wanting release. She shoos his had away and gladly runs her tongue along the underneath side of the shaft. The actor lets out a shaky moan and grips the back of her head, being mindful of her hair.
He marvels at his wife taking every inch of him, not gagging once. They’ve had practice. She sucks quickly with ease, letting his stomach tighten as he tries to control himself. “I-I don’t know if I can last long,” he pants. She releases him and takes in the tip one final suck, his pre-cum hitting her tongue she moans at the decent taste. Y/N takes his throbbing cock in her hands while she stands, giving him a few pumps.
“I want you to fuck me, Ben,” she tells him as their naked bodies press together and feeling each other’s fast heartbeats. His fingernails trail down her spine, bringing her closer to his chest. Y/N’s lips nip at his neck and shoulder “I’ve seen you look at me like this all night, I knew you wouldn’t make it to the car…or even to the hotel before you had your way with me.”
Her words fueled the Brits fire, he grips her hips and forces her back to the table and turns her around with her ass on full display for him. A hand swats her ass making her cry out “How do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”
“Hard,” she answered him simply, resting her cheek on the cool wood. His bare cock lines up to her wet pussy, gliding it up and down to tease her. As much as he needed to be inside her he loved the teasing most of all. His cock slowly starts to enter her, stretching her out nicely she fit perfectly around him. She moans and digs her fingers into the desk, probably ruining her manicure. His hand massaged the red cheek as he slowly thrusts in and out.
“You feel so good, I love seeing you grip around my cock,” he praises.
“Ben. Harder please,” she pleads. He obliged and thrusts faster, letting his hands roam her bare back. Y/N props herself on her elbows and reaches to touch her clit “Harder!”
“If I go any faster I’ll leave bruises,” Ben warns.
“I don’t care, I want to cum. Now.” He smirks loving how demanding she was. His hands find themselves back at her hips, digging into her for a firm grip as he pounds into her mercilessly. Her moans are music to his ears, sweet ecstasy they were. He felt his orgasm build up in his core, he’d been thinking of this moment all night.
“I’m going to cum soon,” he tells her. His neat hair was dampened by the sweat of his labor with his blonde curls falling onto his forehead. She rubs her clit faster, the numb feeling arising in her legs.
“B-Ben I’m coming,” she squeals, letting the intense orgasm wash over her. She lets out a string of curses along with his name, sending him over the edge “Cum inside me Ben.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice, with small grunts his orgasm hits him hard. His cum filling her before slowly pulling out and leaning against her back. Pressing soft kisses to her shoulder blades he whispers a soft “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” she whispers back.
They compose themselves the best they could and hand in hand they find their way back to their seats in the theatre. Avoiding gazes with their heads low and pink blushes on their faces. “What did we miss?” Ben sighs as they sit back down. They smile innocently at Joe and Gwil who looked at them with puzzled expressions. Y/N takes back her purse and takes out a tube of pink lip gloss and a small compact.
“A few things?” Joe answers, eyes flickering back and forth between the two Joneses.
“Yeah what happened?” Gwil adds, leaning closer into the group.
Ben and Y/N smile knowing at each other “I wasn’t feeling well, Ben had to find some water,” she lies. Joe hums in response as he felt a sense of Déjà vu, had they done this before? His lips form a tight line as he leans back into his chair.
“We should do this again?” Ben whispers, kissing her shoulder.
“Can you wait till we get home?” Y/N sighs, focusing on her lip gloss.
Ben huffs playfully and sits back to enjoy the rest of the Oscars, his hand reattaching itself to a spot on her leg. He smiles over at her, pushing his hair back with his other hand. Joe squints at them and leans close to Gwilym.
“Do you think they?”
“Oh yeah.”
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Gwilym Lee - NSFW Alphabet
a/n: hey!!! since I'm working my butt off at uni and can't upload that huge ass chapter of "at least I'm one", I decided to spend my time writing another stuff about Gwil. hope you enjoy!! <3 this is based on my imagination and purely on the image of gwil I have in my head as one smart person on this website said "sir this is my emotional support male celebrity that I direct my whole attraction towards as he is highly idolized and cannot hurt me"
warnings: smut, cursing
this is bad I'm so sorry
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Gwil is super cuddly, especially after sex. He usually helps you to clean up and then pulls you closer, so that his arms are wrapped around you and your back is pressed against his chest. He kisses your neck, whispers how much he loves and adores you, and doesn't stop until you fall asleep.
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)
He loves every piece of you. He loves the way your tits bounce when you're riding him, how your ass jiggles when he's pounding into you from behind, the way your fingers tug on his hair when he's eating you out and how your legs are wrapped around his waist when he pinnes you against the wall...He worships and admires every part of your body (ugh somebody get me a Gwilym).
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically … I’m a disgusting person)
As he's usually wearing a condom, he likes to come inside of you. If unprotected sex happens, he comes either on your ass or on your boobs.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants to try threesome, but he would never tell you about it (unless you talk about it first)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's pretty much experienced. He didn't have like loads of partners, but certainly had a good amount of them to know what he's doing.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
You and Gwil always try different positions, and his favorite are:
When you are riding him, so that he can squeeze your boobs non-stop and kiss all over your face, neck and chest
When you're under him, and your bodies are so close that you even breathe each other
And when he's fucking your from behind, as your ass jiggles, and he smacks it; hearing you moaning in pleasure as he does that makes him go wild
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Sometimes sex with Gwil is really soft and fluffy, and he cracks up jokes constantly, making you giggle. He just loves seeing you happy, so he does everything to see the smile on your face.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He keeps it trimmed down there.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
Gwil loves you to no end. He's very romantic and sweet with you, and the sex is always filled with "I love yous" and steamy eye contact. He praises your body, kisses every part of you and just enjoys touching and making love to you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
When he's away filming, he jacks off, your pictures and memories of being with you help him greatly.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Our Tree Man has some kinks:
Praise kink. He loves hearing you say how good he makes you feel and how much you love him. Your sweet whispers get him going further and harder (as much as you like)
Spanking. You both didn't know you were into it until once Gwil smacked your ass a little too hard and you let out a loud moan after that. It leads to you ocassionaly lying on his lap on your stomach and him spanking you, saying the filthiest things you've ever heard.
Breeding kink. It's not as if Gwil tries to impregnate you, but the idea of you having his babies drives him wild.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Gwilym loves having you pinned against the wall anywhere, but his favorite place to devour you is the bedroom. But it doesn't mean that you don't have sex on every surface in your house.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Literally anything that you do. Starting from you sitting on a couch in your tee-shirt and sweatpants eating chips and laughing at some stupid TV-show and ending with you seductively looking at him and biting your lip while you lay in bed in sexy lingerie.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Anything that would make you or him uncomfortable or hurt both of you.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Gwil loves both. He enjoys giving, when you are nothing but a mess and he brings you over the edge with just with his tongue; and he loves receiving as well, when you sick him off nice and slowly.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Usually the sex with Gwil is slow and sensual, filled with butterfly kisses and sweet nothings whispered to each other. But when you fight sometimes, the make up sex is fast and rough, with ripping clothes, hair pulling and leaving lovebites all over each other's chests and necks. It also includes Gwil rawing you from behind, slamming into you mercilessly, grabbing your hips and spanking you, while you moan and scream his name in pleasure.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Gwil loves having proper sex more, but as he is always busy quickies are much needed. The craziest quickie you had was in a public restroom in a restaurant after not seeing each other for three months; the sex was fast and sloppy, but very good.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Gwil is never against experimenting if this is something that you want.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
Look, Gwil is tol and big™, and he can certainly last longer. I'd say 2-3 rounds, sometimes more, when you're both too greedy and needy for each other and can't even thinking about falling asleep without fucking one another's brains out.
T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I don't think he owns any toys, but if you do, he won't be against using them on you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh, this man is fond of teasing you. Gwil loves seeing you clinging onto him, begging him to fuck you. He enjoys seeing you breathing heavily with your eyes closed as you try to pretend like you're not on the edge of your orgasm.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He usually grunts, growls and sometimes, when you ride him, moans loudly (it turns you on crazily btw)
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
It's not really wild but he has a slight daddy kink. When the word "daddy" slipped from your mouth while he was rawing you mercilessly, he almost busted a nut right then and there. It really turns him on hearing you say that and, even though he won't admit it, he tries everything that is in his power to make you say it more often.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He's a bit larger than average.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
As I said, everything about you turns him on, so his sex drive is always high.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
He usually falls asleep after you do. Sometimes when he's overwhelmed with something and you two lay down in bed, with his head on your chest and your fingers in his hair, he falls asleep very quickly, feeling safe and sound in your embrace.
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Fluffy Alphabet: Ben Hardy
Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader
A/N: Decided to write another alphabet HC for Ben, but a fluffy version! I was also inspired by @sweetlygwilym ‘s piece on Gwilym Lee, thanks sis for the fluffy inspo! Happy reading fam! 😊
Warnings: MAJOR FLUFF AHEAD
Word count: 2,132 (I got kinda carried away haha)
A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)
Ben finds everything about you attractive: how kind and genuine you are to the people you encounter, how funny you are without even trying, how soft your skin is, your sense of style, and let’s not forget about your HOT BAAAWDY fam! The list goes on and on and Ben is just in shock sometimes about how on earth he is lucky to have you in his life.
Aside from his tight, fit body that Ben works hard for, you absolutely love Ben’s gorgeous green eyes. Whenever he looks at you it’s like his eyes are looking into the depths of your soul. You also adore how kind he is, how big his heart is, and how genuinely curious he is about everything.
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
You both definitely want to children, but not at this point in time. Both your careers are taking off, and you enjoy traveling with each other so much that the idea of welcoming a baby into the world is a HUGE responsibility that you’re not quite ready for. With that said though, Ben’s heart swells whenever you are baby sitting your best friend’s little girl. So kids are definitely something you both want in the future!
C = (How do they cuddle?)
Ben ‘Cinnamon Roll’ Hardy is the cuddliest man you have ever known. You’ve always loved that Ben is a touchy feely guy, but you didn’t realize exactly how much until you first moved in together. Cooking in the kitchen? Ben will stand behind you and hug your body against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. “What’s cookin, good lookin’?” Just lounging around the flat on a Sunday morning? Ben will have a bear hold on you, blowing raspberries into your neck so that he can hear you laugh. Had a long day at work? Ben will cuddle with you until you both fall asleep. Feeling emotional, overwhelmed, happy, or sad/tired? BEN WILL GO IN WITH THE CUDDLES
D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
Dates with Ben never fail to surprise you. Whether it’s spending a Sunday afternoon visiting a museum, taking Frankie on a walk through the park, or getting dressed to the nines to go clubbing, Ben always has something up his sleeve. You both also really love staying in and actually binge watching Netflix, too!
E = Everything (You are my __ (e.g my life, my world…)
Person; Ben knows that he can talk to you about anything. First and foremost, he trusts and respects you. Ben admires you for who you are and how you can be his number one supporter and confidant BUT you never hesitate to call him out on his shit. He knows you will always be honest with him and that your love for him knows no bounds. Ben loves you with all of his heart, he would do anything for you. You make Ben a better man, you are the love of his life and his person.
F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)
Ben knew he was in love with you the moment you started playing with Frankie on the day you first met. Frankie is very protective of Ben and most of the time it takes her a while to warm up to new people. But not with you. She ran straight into your outstretched arms and basically tackled you, licking your face. It’s as if she had known you for years and Ben’s heart melted at the sight of you two.
G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
Benny boy is the softest man you have ever known. He is comfortable with himself, his sexuality, and expressing his emotions. He has always been really gentle with you, his strong hands softly caressing the sides of your body when he pulls you close. Ben wants you to feel comfortable, loved, and safe with him at all times.
H = Holding hands (How do they like to hold hands?)
Ben was shocked to feel how naturally cold your hands were in the beginning of your relationship, so he intertwines his warm fingers with yours. Whenever you are both walking through a crowded place, he’ll tighten his grip so that he doesn’t lose you. When you are both in bed reading, his pinky will find yours and link them together.
I = Impression (First impression?)
Ben’s very first impression of you was hearing you laugh. He was walking Frankie at the park and you were sitting on a bench, Skyping your sister, and you were laughing aloud as she was telling you an embarrassing story. To Ben, your laugh literally lit up his world, so he threw a ball in your direction so that Frankie could fetch it. His plan worked because as you turned to look to see if the owner of the cute beagle was near, your eyes met his and you smiled at him. Ben swear that it was love at first sight.
J = Joker (Are they into pulling pranks?)
Oh fam, does Ben have jokes! He’ll pull low key ones around the flat, like hanging mistletoe when it is in the middle of July. “Ben you don’t need mistletoe to kiss me” “I know but now you won’t have an excuse to NOT kiss me, love!”
You got jokes too. One time when you visited him on set, you had the help of the costume ladies in acquiring a fake baby bump. When Ben first saw you, his eyes beamed at you. “Why aren’t you shocked?” “Baby, jokes on you because I want you to be the mother of my children.”
K = Kiss (How do they kiss?)
Ben is both a sensual and soft kisser at the same time. He’ll kiss your temple and cup your cheeks at first, then his hands will move to the back of your neck and you hip to pull you closer to him to that he can deepen the kiss. Morning kisses are the best because he’ll place small pecks starting from your shoulder, to your neck, all over your face, eventually meeting your lips.
L = Love (Who said ‘I love you’ first?)
Ben said I love you first. Albeit, even though he was plastered, he said it first and he meant it. It was about 2 months into your relationship and Ben took you with him to meet up with his BoRhap family at a local pub. You were dancing with Lucy and when you went to find Ben, he was at the bar with the boys taking shots. You went up to stand next to him and just when you were about to ask if he was ok, Drunk Ben goes:
“Wow, you’re pretty” he hiccups, his green eyes scanning your body.
“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself stud,” You smirk, raising your eyebrows at Rami, Gwil, and Joe.
“What’s your name?” Ben smiles
“Y/N,” you reply
“Wait, that’s my girlfriend’s name!” Ben exclaims, flabbergasted.
“Ben, I am your girlfriend!” You chuckle, the boys are dying laughing right about now.
“You mean to say that I come home to a gorgeous woman like you?!” Ben asks, shocked
“Imma ‘fraid so,” You nod.
“God, I love you!” He happily shouts, pulling you to him, making a scene and dipping your body to give you a kiss. The boys cheered rowdily and this is also the moment when you realized you are in love with Ben.
M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)
When he surprised you for your birthday by taking you on vacation. You literally had just gotten home and you were welcomed by the sight of Ben smiling from ear to ear with your suitcases by his side. You didn’t know the destination until you got there. Yu and Ben spent a week in Bora Bora just catching the sunrays and swimming in the beautiful, teal ocean.
N = No (What’s their pet peeve?)
Ben cannot stand rude and ignorant people that are close minded, as do you. You both also strongly dislike drivers that don’t signal.
O = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)
Red, because on the first day you met, you were wearing a red coat and also because that’s your power suit color.
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use? What pet names do you use on them?)
For you: Babygirl, Sweetheart, Love, Honey
For him: Hon, Benny (YOU are the only one allowed to call him this), lover, bubs
Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)
He loves sending you postcards when he is away for work and you do the same thing too!
R = Romantic (Are they romantic during the relationship?)
Romantic might as well be Ben’s middle name! Ben always starts the day by telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. It’s the little things like taking you out to lunch or even giving you foot massages at the end of the day that make you fall in love with him even more. Ben always wants you to feel loved and will do anything to make sure this happens every.
S = Smile (What makes them smile without fail?)
Seeing you play with Frankie makes him smile, seeing you dance like know one is watching makes him smile, literally anything you do will make Ben smile. When he sees you in your element, talking to passionately about your job and interests, warms his heart.
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
If he is with you, Ben will literally talk about anything. From the most mundane things about how your day went to insightful conversations about culture and race, Ben is very comfortable about talking to you about everything. He learns something new everyday through your conversations, and that makes him appreciate your relationship even more.
U = Unbearable (What habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable?)
As perfect as Ben is, on habit of his that you find unbearable is that he still has a smoking habit. He doesn’t smoke as much as he used to, but on the sporadic occasion that he has the urge to light a cigarette, he’ll step outside and take it. You have been very honest at the beginning of your relationship about your dislike of this nasty habit, and Ben really is trying to quit, for real this time.
The only habit of yours that Ben finds unbearable is that you leave your makeup out on the bathroom counter when you are in a rush to get ready. Unbearable isn’t really the right word, but Ben will never admit that he gets secretly turned on when he watches you do your makeup… Jokes on him because you do notice when he is watching you!
V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
Ben loves it when you come watch him play rugby with his friends. He prides himself in being physically active, so whenever he has the chance to show off his skills in front of you, he will take it! Ben absolutely gets a kick out of seeing you bit your lip and cross your legs when you watch him out on the field.
W = Wedding (How was the wedding?)
Your wedding is a destination wedding in Spain. The ceremony took place on a cliff during golden hour and you were both surrounded by your families and closest friends. The pure happiness and love provided the ambiance that day and when Ben saw you, in your beautiful white dress, walking down the aisle towards him, the world stopped and he was only focused on you. Happy tears filled his green eyes, as he was overwhelmed with all the emotions. The reception was LIT AF and it literally lasted until the sunrise on the next day. It was absolutely perfect, and you both would not have it any other way.
X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)
Everything by Ella Mai ft. John Legend
Y = You (You are the ___to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)
You are the light to my life.
Z = Zzz (How heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep?)
Ben is a deep sleeper and likes to be the little spoon. He loves when you wrap your arms and legs around him and has, on occasion, sleep talked. This usually happens whenever he comes home late at night after wrapping a long shoot. To your amusement, when Ben sleep talks, it’s really fast and incoherent. He will deny that this ever happened, but you have the receipts to prove him wrong!
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tag game <3
I was tagged by @its-a-metephor-brian @sweetgcreature and @benhardyisdaddy thank you so much loveies!!💘💕
a- age: ahah i’m not saying
b- birthplace: London, England
c- current time: 1:45 pm
d- drink you last had: tea
e- easiest person to talk to: @dnaielhwoell
f- favourite song: good old-fashioned lover boy - Queen
g- grossest memory: umm... nothing that isn’t too embarrassing to share aha
h- horror yes or horror no: depends on the type, i like comedic horror, but not like torture and death and horrible endings
i- in love: nope, never have been, but i just got over a crush i had for two years woo
j- jealous of people: yepp soo much
l- love at first sight or should I walk by again: walk by again, i usually have to gain an emotional connection first
m- middle name: thomas daniel
n- number of siblings: 2, older twins
o- one wish: to meet one of my fav celebrities <3
p- person you last called: my mum
r- reading anything right now: nope
s- song you last sang:
t- time you woke up: 12:00 pm
u- underwear colour: multi-coloured... harry potter boxers👌
v- vacation destination: italy, cinque terra or cervinia
w- when was the last time your really laughed: earlier today looking at gwil’s instagram story and joe’s posts
x- x-rays: only ever one that wasn’t dentist related, for my hand
y- your favourite food: pizza
z- zodiac sign: pisces
this was fun!! thanks for the tag💞
imma tag @discoastrophysicist @shesadramaqueen @rogerina-owns-me @the-sassiest-trixster and @gallifreyan-uprising but u don’t have to💝x
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I was tagged by the amazing @gwil-lee
rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs!
a - age: 25 (26 in a week!)
b - birthplace: Illinois, USA
c - current time: 4:40pm
d - drink you last had: blue raspberry lemonade
e - easiest person to talk to: my mum or my boyfriend
f - favorite song: “Jasey Rae” by All Time Low
g - grossest memory: There were a few times when I worked at Michaels, I had to clean poo off the floor in the store...
h - horror yes or horror no: that’s a big no from me
i - in love: yes
j - jealous of people: it’s one of my biggest flaws.
l - love at first sight or should i walk by again: Infatuation at first sight, but it takes a little time to build love.
m - middle name: May
n - number of siblings: none
o - one wish: to travel more
p - person you last called: my mom
q - question you’re always asked: the most common questions I get are “how old are you?” and “how are you so skinny?” and I know those sound like good questions, but almost 26 years later... I’m over it.
r - reading anything right now?: Nah. The random fanfic 😂
s - song you last sang: Bohemian Rhapsody!
t - time you woke up: 6:55am... my phone died in the middle of the night cause I usually wake up at 6:30am
u - underwear color: white
v - vacation destination: most desired? London!
w - when was the last time you really laughed: a few minutes ago while watching The Basement Yard
x - x-rays: I only ever had one
y - your favorite food: pizza!
z - zodiac sign: pisces
I want to tag the lovely: @rrrogah-taylaa @ksqueenie @secretsweetscollectionblog @dreamer821 @gotnofeelgotnorhythm @harryskillerqueen @justgivemethekeys
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The Favor [Gwilym Lee x Reader] Part V
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Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader
Warnings: angst for like 5 secs, FLUFF. Love triangle, my dudes! Also the regular daddy-daughter + (Name)’s real dad’s dynamics.
A/N: I am enjoying writing this a bit thoroughly, so I hope you don’t mind this having around 5 more parts after this (maybe more, I’m not quite sure!). ENJOY!
She fought the urge, she really did, but the result was the same it always seemed to be. She caved in! All it took was one kiss, one stupid kiss...
So now, here she was, standing next to Roger in the recording booth.
“What’s wrong?” Roger inquired, head tilting to the side as he tried to give a good look at his inattentive assistant.
(Name)’s head did not move when she heard his voice, only her e/c eyes searched for the source of the sound. A small smile appeared in her face, she knew she had to tell him...she hoped it would not be under these circumstances.
“I,” she licked her lips as she looked away, forcing herself to get the words out.
Roger had been working on a song for a while now and she liked to learn, so she would come into the recording booth with him before he got to recording, today Roger had been talking more than usual. (Name) showed an odd mood that did not go unnoticed by her boss.
“Roger, I have to tell you...A-and I am sorry, I am so sorry...I did not plan this.. It’s over now., I swear!” She apologized while the drummer’s brow furrowed in confusion. “I’ve been sort of, uhm... dating Rufus.”
The reaction to this revelation was disappointing for (Name), Roger laughed at her in her face and held her with one arm, wrapped her into a hug.
“I know, kitten!” He laughed out loud, “he told me weeks ago!”
“Weeks?!” She stared up at him with wide opened eyes.
“My guess was that you’d last more than this,” he let go of her, “what happened?”
(Name) had to explain to Roger what the issue had been. And while it was not that she did not enjoy Rufus’ company and the late night conversations, his jokes and the way he treated her like an absolute queen. It was the fighting. They fought over only one of two things; it was either she could not tell Roger she was seeing him or he could not accept that she would not go on tour with him.
Last night had been it. (Name) had initially started the conversation with Rufus by reminding him of her father’s event the upcoming week, hoping he’d want to be introduced to her father formal and officially, though what he said was that he would be at another event that night and would not be able to go with her. She tried to talk to him, see where they were at regarding their relationship. It turned out they were both questioning the same thing; he said he would love to have her as his girlfriend while he and his band toured Europe, but she did not want to leave everything and follow him. (Name)’s heart was on being there behind Roger when the movie he and Brian worked so hard for premiered next year. She declined, therefore, rejected him.
Rufus was an easygoing person, a young man with a wise temper, they fought before and they slept together before but now it seemed the two of them knew what was happening. It was the end. They had a good run, but this was the time to call it quits and go home. She spent the night at Rufus’ place, falling asleep late at night and saying goodbye early in the morning. (Name) never felt loneliness, not even when her father moved to a different country, but she did when the train arrived and she did not have Rufus Jacket wrapped around her. Surely, she thought to herself earlier that morning, something better’s coming. (Name) really tries to believe so as she heard Roger speak.
“It’s for the best,” he assured her, “but, he did tell me something.” Roger’s tattooed hand rested on his chin. “What exactly happened at Berklee?”
It felt like this hug had lasted forever and still ended a minute too soon. Pete held on to his daughter’s arms and then her hands, squeezing her as if he could not quite grasp the concept of his adult daughter greeting him for the first time since Christmas. Almost a year ago.
“Oh, you look so grown up!” (Name)’s father’s face wrinkled with a smile full of joy. “Did you do something to your hair?”
She smiled, now she squeezed her father’s hands; nose wrinkled in embarrassment.
“It used to be blonde,” she reminded him, “now it’s brown!”
“Oh!” Her father wrapped his arms around her again, kissing the top of her head without a care for the people surrounding them in the open space of the art gallery. “I missed you,” he admitted.
“I missed you too,” she replied with a smile, her face pressed against her father’s jacket.
The event, though small received visits from some of the most important people out there. At least, anyone who was someone in London was there. (Name) had her arm linked with her father’s, the two walked around talking to the people and taking pictures. She was happy to see her father living out his dream, her chest filled with pride and her cheeks grew sore from all the smiling. It could not be a better night.
There was a tap on (Name)’s shoulder.
“Excuse me, have you seen this beautiful young woman with dark hair and a killer smile?” She heard.
It sounded like... she turned her head to look over her shoulder and saw Gwilym standing behind her. Her mouth fell open and she let go of her father.
“You’re here!” She ignores his hand and instead went to greet him with a peck on the cheek. “Dad,” she called, introducing the two men; “this is Gwilym Lee, a friend...”
Gwil looked smart in his dark pants and grey sweater, his hair styled to the side and the beard already starting to grow after the long day of shooting.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Gwil shook Peter’s hand and they looked at one another, “I’m a big fan of your work.”
“Ah, thanks!” The photographer squeezed Gwils hand before letting go.
He looked down at his daughter and squinted at the two.
“Are you part of the thing?”
“Pardon?” Gwilym blinked in confusion, his raised brows brought his lids up as well. “The thing?”
Peter Y/L/Name chuckled, looking down he smirked and checked on her daughter’s expression for a brief moment.
“Of course! The thing! Roger and Brian’s thing, Gwil!”
Gwilym leaned back and his mouth formed an O shape. Yes, the thing. Now the three of them laughed in an off key harmony.
“Yes, yes;” Gwil assured, “it is a great thing!”
(Name) agreed with a positive hum, describing it as a wonderful thing.
“This thing is the best things I’ve been a part of, sir,” the actor continued.
“I’m in it too!” (Name) jumped in with excitement, her voice full of joy as she spoke.
“Are you?” Her father questioned, realizing he knew too little about this particular project.
“I’ll tell you later...”
(Name) swatted the air and got distracted by the affluence of people surrounding the gallery.
She smiled as Peter talked to Gwil about his pictures. Gwilym mentioned the active work the photographer had been doing in favor of animal shelters and sanctuaries, expressing his lack of action and regret on the mater.
While their conversation proved to be fluid and fun, (Name) and Gwil has to let Peter go so he could talk to some reporters and other guests of his.
The tall actor offered (Name) his arm as they started walking away, cameras began surrounding her father and it was quite clear that a conversation with the renowned photographer would not happen again anytime soon. (Name) slipped her arm under Gwil’s, linking them by doing so. The two talked about their day; a mundane, ordinary and upmost common lighthearted conversation that had them wandering aimlessly through the exhibition.
“...I mean, it’s okay...I am just wondering how hard can taking the curtains off be? And next thing I know this big old man is falling face-first down the ladder...” (Name) tells Gwil, who laughs at her horrified expression. “He was quite sort afterwards, I saw him rub his chin as I closed the door.”
“Hey, wait a second.”
Gwilym stops in front of a beautiful picture. It stands alone against the white background. It’s one of the few in black and white. (Name) places her free hand on her companion’s arm.
“This is...” he shakes his head.
The man standing next to her was speechless for a second, trying to find the words to describe what he sees. And what did he see? He saw the image of a baby elephant and a woman. The woman holding the animal with a tenderness regarded to mothers by tradition.
“It’s gorgeous.” He said at last.
(Name) smiled up at Gwil, waited a moment and told him about the photograph that stood there. It meant a lot to her, and to her father too; the “not for sale” sign proved this.
“You know, dad had some health issues last year.” She told him, “I had to go visit him for a few weeks, he’s all I have and I’m all he has. So before he had surgery, I came with him to this...huge elephant sanctuary, uhm, Plettenberg Bay I think? It was as much south as you could get! Insane!” She smiled, “but dad wanted to go, so we made the trip all the way from Johannesburg.”
(Name) shrugged and told Gwilym about the trip and the elephant in the picture, as he listened he noticed a pair of tears forming in her eyes and she looked away to clean them up before they fell from her eyes.
“I knew why dad does what he does...but, I got it then. I watched this scared little elephant baby, he was so scared without his mum...and it broke my heart when I learned that he was crying.” She looked up at Gwilym, whose expression showed sympathy. “I tried to comfort him,” she looked at the picture and smiled, “it was like comforting a lost child at the supermarket, he was afraid of me at first, they don’t really know how big they are! He could’ve crushed me if he wanted to, but he didn’t. And I held him. And he held me back, because he needed it. He needed someone.”
(Name) looked over her shoulder back at where her father was, still talking to strangers.
“And it clicked. Why dad does what he does. I finally got it.”
“It’s a shame it’s not for sale,” Gwilym rubbed his chin with his free hand, “I mean, hearing the story...this photograph is worth so much more. I can get it now.” He finished, and placed his hand on top of hers.
He smiled down at the young brunette.
“Thanks for that.”
“No problem.” Name shrugged and smiled. “It’s always a pleasure to educate people on the beauty of hairy baby elephants.”
Gwilym laughed, asking if they were really that hairy. She made a face, her brow furrowed and her lips put into a pout.
“Hell yes! But they are also very cute!”
“You know what’s very cute?” Gwilym asked her. The two started waking away from the photograph now.
“What?” (Name) was taken by surprise with the answer he gave her.
“Hedgehogs!” He put his hand up, palm to the front, fingers extended.
She stared, mouth agape before sighing.
“You’ve gotta stop talking so much to Brian!” She voiced her concern.
By the end of the event, Gwil and (Name) had spent most of the night talking and sipping on glasses of wine. They encountered Roger and Sarina but had a brief chat as to keep the relationship between Roger and Gwilym under the radar while the movie was still in production. Brian spent a good portion of the evening with Peter, the two making arrangements to do something about badger culling, a practice the guitarist was against and very passionately so.
“I had a great time,” Gwil said once people started leaving, “thank you for inviting me.”
The actor had lost track of time, he had, indeed, had a great time in the company of (Name), whose appearance that night was beyond angelic. She had worn a short beige dress with thick straps that seemed to wrap around her shoulders, chest and waist, leaving only a small triangle of skin showing under her breasts. Gwilym noticed that she had worn this for her dad’s event in specific, her hair and makeup looking somewhat different: her now dark hair pushed back and styled in loose curls that fell with grace at (your/hair/length) making Gwil stare an extra second.
“You know? I had a great time too,” (Name) admitted with a small smile, “I’m glad you were here. I think dad might show up on set tomorrow, just have that feeling...so make him feel at ease. He is a lot better with animals than he is with people, and he’ll be exhausted from tonight.”
Gwilym nodded, finding it odd as Peter was making people laugh with what seemed to be little effort.
“I’ll make sure to show him around.”
(Name) gave Gwil an honest smile, pursing her lips to hide it, but failing.
“Thank you.” The young brunette put her hands on Gwilym’s shoulders and stood on her tiptoes to give him a soft peck on the cheek.
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i was tagged by taylor aka @joemazzelo, thanks babe!! 💞💖✨ (it’s been 84 yrs but i found this in my drafts lol and no one can stop me from posting it, so)
rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 people
a - age: 20
b - birthplace: california, baby
c - current time: 3:49 am (yikes)
d - drink you last had: hot chocolate
e - easiest person to talk to: my friend ariel
f - favorite song: all the way by frank sinatra
g - grossest memory: nah
h - horror yes or horror no: horror NO
i - in love: with a real person? no. with someone carefully constructed by my imagination? mayhaps
j - jealous of people: sometimes
l - love at first sight or should i walk by again: should i walk by again
m - middle name: elisabeth
n - number of siblings: 2 (one older, one younger)
o - one wish: play marguerite in the scarlet pimpernel
p - person you last called: my mom
q - question you’re always asked: ??????? nothing i’m a boring person
r - reading anything right now?: with the old breed: at peleliu and okinawa by eguene sledge
s - song you last sang: i think it was just me vaguely singing bits from it’s a kind of magic by queen
t - time you woke up: 8:45 am
u - underwear color: white
v - vacation destination: europe (all over it if i’m lucky, but especially the cathedral of notre dame)
w - when was the last time you really laughed: idk (sad, rip)
x - x-rays: my right wrist (several times), my neck, my collarbone (likely, though i’m too young to remember it, but my collar bone was definitely broken at one point so presumably x-rays were taken)
y - your favorite food: brownies
z - zodiac sign: libra
i tag: @gwil-lee & @smilingroger
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Garden Party. A Gwil Short
You can thank @filmslutt for that cute little moodboard you see below! I asked her to send me a request because I was super bored and then this came up! Don’t ask me how I got this from that from I think it’s sort of cute in a sense.
I hope everyone is doing okay with what’s going on in the world. Please be careful and just enjoy the fact that we live in the same Universe that the Bohrap boys live in.
Love you all and enjoy!
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I’d say the best advantage of living on an island far up north would be the smell of the North Atlantic Ocean. The people are so friendly, the food is all home cooked and fresh, and it’s super quiet. The worst thing? When you finally head to civilization for a week to spend with your family ya meet a really great guy and now he’s wanting to bring his friends up to meet me! Not that I haven’t met them over facetime and of course I said yes because he wouldn’t stop talking about them and how great they are! I’ve also seen their instagrams, they’re definitely super close with one another!
So. I thought it would be fun if I had a garden party! I’ve busted my butt through the entire summer with the help of Gwil who kept making time out of his super busy schedule to help me with my gardening. Our Scots Bluebell turned out beautifully all around the house, of course the thistles turned out gorgeous. The bellheathers turned a bright purple, my jacobite roses bloomed of course, and finally my dwarf cornel though taking a little longer than usual, turned out great!
Alright it’s 1:10 and Gwil just told me he just picked them up from the airport. He said there’s going to be a total of eight people he’s bringing tonight. Luckily I’ve got enough room in my big old house to fit everyone. The last ferry usually leaves around eight and driving here around night isn’t always the best. I’ve got plenty of bunkbeds and single beds.
For an appetizer I’m starting with Partan Bree (which is crab bisque), then two main cuisines of Bangers and Mash along with the second cuisine of course mini scottish pies. And for dessert it’s Cranachan!
One knock came from the back door as it opened for my friend to come and give me a hand with the cooking. You think I would do this all by myself? Of course not. Look, I love multitasking, but when it comes to cooking I’d like to make sure everything is cooked well.
“How much time do we have Maisy?” Bonnie asked as she carried in some of the groceries I asked her to buy. Of course I invited my best friend. Though he’s met her multiple times when he drove up here, just didn’t want to be alone when they all come up here.
“Inverness Airport is where everyone is meeting so we got about five hours. I have to start taking apart the crab if you want to start getting the mash ready.” Bonnie nodded as she walked behind the counter.
“So who's all coming to this party?” Bonnie asked as I started cutting the skin off the crab.
“Gwil of course. Joe, Ben and his girl sadly can’t remember her name. Rami and Lucy, and another couple Allen and his wife Jessica.” Finishing the first crap as I moved onto the next one.
“Holy Hell. Didn’t realize you were feeding’ the masses today!” Bonnie laughed as she began peeling the potatoes.
“Neither did I until a few days ago when he told me they were out and about. But oh well.” I laughed as I stopped peeling for a second to turn on the TV.
“What are we feeling Bonnie?” I asked her as I scrolled down to the apps.
“Have you watched Rosemary's baby?” For some odd reason whenever Bonnie and I cook, we just love watching scary movies. Don’t ask me why because we just do!
“I’ve heard it’s freaky so yes. Hulu?”
“Netflix.” I nodded as I opened netflix then got the movie started.
I finished peeling the last crab as the pile of crab meat was sitting there ready to become some delicious bisque. We started watching the movie while beginning to cut up the crab shells. Bonnie and I kept stopping once every few minutes to watch the movie because it’s just so bizzare. Who names their kid Guy? Imagine growing up with your first name being Guy! No offense to those named Guy, but what a poor kid!
“From the way Guy’s attitude. She blames it on being an actor, but I think that’s just him being an ass hole.” I pointed out as I placed the crab skins apart of the meat to start cutting them apart.
“So not ALL actors are self entiled ass holes?”
“Cheeky bitch.” I tossed a piece of crab skin at her as she darted a piece of skinned potato at me.
“Gwil is much calmer and knows how the industry works. Oh my god her hair!” I got distracted at how big the top of random chicks hair was! It’s all shoved on top!
“It looks like a popcorn kernel! Oh she’s dead..” We both stopped to start watching again as the old couple came into the scene. They’re like the old version of Barbie and Ken with the amount of pink they were wearing! My phone ringing broke my train of thought as I put down the knife. Why is Gwil trying to facetime me if he’s driving? I placed my phone against the mixing bowl and answered the call.
“Is that crab?” He asked as I held the crab's dead claw in front of the camera.
“Why are you holding a crabs claw? Oh my god does Gwil enjoy nipple clamps? Ben owes me money if this is true!” Joe chimed in as I smirked at the camera. When Gwil and Joe were in the Swiss Alps in that golf tournament, he facetimed me during the golf tournament with them driving around the golf course, while singing Material Girl. It Was a sight.
“No he isn’t into nipple clamps Joe.” I heard him groan as he aimed the phone over to Gwil who was trying to focus on driving, but kept looking out of the corner of his eye towards the phone.
“What’s for dinner?” He asked as I went back to cutting up the crab skin.
“For as many people you’re dragging up here, we’re having Partan Bree, Bangers and Mash, Mini Pies, and for dessert you’ll be eating Cranachan!” I smiled as I heard a bunch of moaning for food in his car.
“Gwil when were you going to tell us she was going to fatten us up!” Lucy giggled as I kept smiling at Gwil.
“You guys just left the airport?” I asked them as I finished cutting the skin.
“Yeah we should be up there in about four hours Maisy. Miss you biscuit.” He started to blush as everyone in the car was beginning to awww and chuckle.
“Miss you too marmalade . Don’t worry I won't embarrass you in front of your friends quite yet. Until you get up here at least. Now let me cook so I can feed everyone!” I told him as he looked away from the road for a second.
“Okay Maisy. Love you.”
“Love you to Gwil. Drive safely please!” I sent him a kiss but I heard a certain someone scoff.
“Wow you’re not gonna say goodbye to me?” The camera turned to Joe as he was making a very large pouty face.
“Sorry Joe. Goodbye Joe and please make sure my marmalade drives safety.”
“Much better. Bye Maisy!” Joe waved as he hung up the phone as I got back to it.
“Biscuit? Marmalade? Where the hell do you guys come up with this stuff?” She asked as I shook my head.
“Super long story. Sort of what happened when we went to that castle in Tain with biscuits and marmalade. Long but funny.” Bonnie nodded as I got a picture from Gwil. It was a self with everyone in the car. Bonnie looked over at Joe and smiled.
“That Joe guy is kind of cute.” Bonnie commented as she finished peeling all the potatoes.
“Maybe he’s single.” I commented as I placed the shells into the oven.
*Four Hours Later*
Bonnie brought out the last chair from the house as I flung the pure white embroidered tablecloth onto the long table. I want to make sure everyone has some space to eat and relax because it gets a little nipply here at nights, being up here on Orkney Island kind of comes with the package. But I love it up here!
I walked over to the small shed with my boxes full of packed fairy lights so I could hang around the tree branches. We dragged the old dining room table out of the house and put it under the tree. Luckily we’ve got a warm evening with our usual nice breeze.
“Hey Bonnie! Can you double check the pies for me?” I asked her as I grabbed one of the chairs to stand up on to hang the lights.
“Maisy! Do we want music playing in the background for tonight?” Reaching up to wrap the first strand on the closest branch.
“Ummm. Throw on my Harmonium record would ya?” Weird yes. But their music is just so relaxing and perfect for some really good cleaning and cooking music. For the record the movie took a really dark turn real quick and was so weird. But I would definitely watch it again because it went from oh shit to HOLY SHIT! In a span of twenty minutes!
“Reach you!” I had to balance myself on one foot as I got the strand on the tiny little branch.
“Gotcha!” I cheered as I kept going with the rest of the lights.
“MAISY!” She screamed from the kitchen as she hung up the next part of the strand.
“WHAT!”
“WHAT WINE DO WE WANT?” Wine? WINE!? YOU DON’T HAVE WINE WITH SAUSAGE AND MASH!
“Bonnie! You know better than that! We have all throughout the entire dinner! I got a few bottles in the cellar of that 90 Shilling down there. But just in case they want wine, grab a bottle of Gavi Di Gavi that I have down there, I think it’s been aged for a little while so it should go good with the Bartan Bree at least.” She turned around to go back inside, but then turned back around to stand in the doorway.
“Pies are almost done, the soup is hot and ready, also they’re here.” Okay good pies are ready AND GWILS HERE!? SHIT! I climbed down from the chair as I fixed my necklace and let my hair down from my clip.
I began walking towards the side gate but stopped at the back porch to flip on the backyard lights. The fairy lights I hung from the tree lit the table nicely along with the candles that are soon to be lit. I took one last glance down at myself to see that my floral dress was laying nicely, booties were tied and my necklace was fixed.
Alright. Here we go!
Opening the side gate as I heard all of them talking amongst each other as they were walking up to the front door. Gwil looked absolutely stunning in his dark green button up, black pants, oh and those dark brown loafers. A beautiful snack! They were walking up to the front door as I walked all the way around front.
“Well well well. Look at this merry band coming onto my porch.” They all turned towards me as Gwil smiled. He walked down from the front porch to scoop me up in his arms to do a quick spin. Then a quick peck as it’s rude to kiss multiple times in front of your guest.
“And these are for you?” He stuck a small bouquet of lilies and lavenders.
“Thank you biscuit.” One quick peck as he placed his arm around my shoulder as we began walking towards the crowd.
“Those who haven’t had the chance to meet her. This is Maisy Kerr. You already know Joe of course.” I smiled as Joe walked over to give me a quick hug.
“I know I should be all nice and not rude, but where is your bathroom?” He was trying not to do a pee dance as I also tried not to laugh.
“Upstairs, second door on the left.”
“Oh my god thank you!” He rushed inside as I motioned for everyone else to follow inside. Gwil stopped for a moment to sneak in a few more kisses which made me giggle.
“I’ve missed you so much Maisy! I hope you don’t mind, after I drive them back down to the airport if I stay with you for a few days? London and Bristol have gotten a little old without you and this place is just relaxing.” Not being sarcastic at all, but I love it when he just comes up and stays.
“You can literally come over whenever you feel like honey. We’ll talk about it after dinner, and have to go meet everyone.” I placed a soft peck on his cheek then walked past him, but then gave his butt a little slap. God I love that tooshie.
Everyone was standing around the hallway as we walked in then shutting the door.
“Shoes on our off?” One of them asked as I locked the door.
“Either or. We’ll be eating outside this evening and having a bonfire, so I would leave them on.” How can you not have an outdoor dinner without a bonfire. Wouldn’t make much sense if we didn’t have one.
“Maisy this is a lovely home. I’m Lucy by the way.” Oh my god she’s an adorable woman holy crap!
“Lovely to meet you Lucy and thank you. Has been with my family for generations.” Everyone made it outside as Bonnie was tossing a bunch of kindling wood into the fire pit.
“Aye welcome! The name Bonnie! Hi Gwil!” She waved as Gwil waved back.
“Please make yourself comfortable and I’ll start bringing out the food in a few moments.” I turned back into the house as Bonnie scurried over to help me. Which then Gwil decided to come inside and join us.
“How have ya been Gwil.” She got into the fridge to pull out a few bottles of the yale and wine.
“Oh fine Bonnie. Just been busy with work.” He told her as I gave the bisque one last stir as I heard Joe coming down the stairs. He stopped in the doorway to look at Bonnie for a quick second.
“Bonnie this is Joe Mazzello. Joe, this is Bonnie Geddes.” They approached each other and shook each other's hand.
“Mind giving me a hand Gwil.” I pointed to where the bowls were as he began pulling them out.
“Bonnie, would you mind taking the wine and ale outside. Also light the candles please?” Bonnie snapped away from Joe as she started to take them outside. Joe of course helped her due to the fact that he was already hooked on her.
“Well that was quick.” He commented as we both high fived each other. I began pouring the bisque into the bowl as he took the ones with the full ones outside.
I grabbed the last two bowls as everyone was sitting already and opened the wine and ale. There were two empty chairs that sat across from Bonnie and Joe, Ben was sitting next to her and his girlfriend. Allen sat on the end of the table with his wife on his left, then Rami sitting next to his wife, and Lucy sitting by the empty chair.
I placed Gwils and bowls at the table. He grabbed his from my hand as I sat down in my chair. Pulling my chair in as everyone was continuing to talk.
“Ben, that's nasty.” Lucy told Ben as he was finishing his cigarette.
“Just a hobby Lucy. I don’t do it every day, just every other other day.” He put out the cigarette as he wrapped his arm around his lady friend.
“Ah Maisy this is Ben and his gal pal Olivia Cooke.” She smiled as I waved over to her.
“Oh and that’s Allen and his wife Jessica. And of course Rami and Lucy down at the end.”
“Please dig in everyone.” I stood up as I began unscrewing the cork off the wine bottle. It’s a little stuck! Crap!
“Gwil hold the bottle.” I asked him as he held the base of the bottle as I tried to pull the cork off.
“It’s not wanting to come out!” I laughed as I kept trying to pull. I finally got it to pop and the cork flew across the lawn.
“Perfect.”
“So tell me Maisy. What exactly do you do?” Rami asked as I began filling up my glass.
“I own the Wetdrumstick Pub here on Finstown and then a pub called Misty Maid in Kirkwall. Well to be fair it’s been in my family for the longest of times, now I just took them over until the next person comes along.” I told Rami as I passed the bottle to Gwil then sitting back down.
“And I’m just gonna assume that you are all actors along with Gwil here?” Bonnie asked as I took a sip of my wine. They all laughed at each other as I shrugged to Bonnie.
“And what about you Bonnie?” Joe looked to Bonnie as she took a drink of her ale.
“A fisherman..er women. Following the dreams of a Scottslady.” She laughed as Joe nodded his head.
“Maisy this bisque is delicious! What recipe is this?” Jessica asked as I put down my spoon.
“I’ll have to find it somewhere or write it down for ya.”
“Does this have milk in it?”” Joe asked as I nodded. He leaned back in his chair as Bonnie looked at him in confusion.
“Allergic to dairy?” Bonnie asked him as they began their conversation. I turned to Gwil as he had my arm wrapped around my chair.
“You shaved? Why?” I just realized he didn’t have that gorgeous stubble. Not that he doesn’t look handsome without it cause my god. But it’s always good to add a little extra garlic powder to your spaghetti sauce.
“It was for the show because apparently Russian men didn’t have facial hair besides the really crazy ones.” Fair enough.
“Hey listen since you’re staying here for a few days. Would you mind if we went into Thurso and stopped by my favorite bakery? I’ve been craving some of Mr. Monks Bahulu?”
“Of course. Not checking into the pubs?”
“I will before we head into Thurso. Only if you don’t mind...biscuit.” He grabbed my right hand to give it a soft kiss.
“Not at all. Anytime with you is perfect.” We chowed down on the bisque then onto the sausage and mash, then the mini pies. Everyone was reminiscing on old jobs, catching up, and even future productions. I think it’s pretty cool that Rami is playing a Bond villain in the next big Bond movie. Is there a new bond or no? Or is it that one dude, I haven’t been to the movies in a while so I’m not sure whose who anymore.
“Who's ready for dessert. And does anyone want coffee or tea?” I think I officially stuffed their faces and stomachs nicely.
“Coffee for me Lucy?” Rami asked as she took a sip of her wine.
“Coffee please.”
“Two coffees.” Allen added as I looked over at Bonnie and Joe.
“So probably just a bunch of coffee then.” They were off in their own world anyhow.
Gwil and I walked inside the house as I reached into the fridge to pull out the dessert. He looked underneath the foil as I slid over and hid it from him.
“Help me with the coffee and you’ll get a nice slice for yourself.” I told him as I grabbed my shredded coffee beans to start making the coffee. Gwil snuck up behind me as he wrapped himself around the back of me. His lips began pecking the side of my neck as I began giggling a little bit.
“Gwil...hehe..Stop. You’re distracting me.” His lips stopped traveling along my neck as I spun around to face him. A large smile was on his face as I placed my hands on his cheeks, then squishing them together.
“You come up here so much you might as well just move in.” I told him with his cheeks still pushed together. He mumbled something as I let go to work on the coffee. I should have enough mugs for everyone, should probably pop onto Etsy and get some more if I can.
“So is that a no?” Ten cups of coffee? That should do it.
“What’s a no? Did you not want coffee cause I have plenty of tea.” I began filling the coffee pot with the hot water as
“What if I moved in here with you? I know it would be a hassle for work at first and I would be in London or a few days out of the week. But what if I did move in with you?” The hot water began spilling over the pot as I almost dropped it in the sink. Move in? Wait what? What? WHAT!? Move in? Who on earth would want to move in with me? I live so far up north! It’s a super damp winter! No one wants to live in a super damp winter!
“I’ll take your silence as a no. Too soon I guess.” Well it’s a super damp winter and I’m only available in certain times because I have two pubs to run and barely have the time to see him or anything. Wait he’s an actor! We hardly see each other in the first place because he’s busy traveling the world already!
“I’ll get a key made for ya as soon as I..Gwil?” When I turned around, he was already outside with the dessert with him. Ah crap! I walked out into the doorway as everyone was digging into the dessert. His head popped up with a little disappointment as I shot him a smile. Should be able to get it made in a few days or so, with him staying there it should be rather easy to give him a copy of the key. Not that I ever lock my door because everyone knows not to come on my property.
“Coffee will be out in just a few moments everyone.”
I think living with him would be rather fun.
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I was tagged by @gwil-lee thank you 😘
rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs!
a - age: 29
b - birthplace: the United States
c - current time: 1:02pm
d - drink you last had: coffee mhm
e - easiest person to talk to: my amazing friend Jayne
f - favorite song: at the moment it’s You Take My Breath Away cause mood
g - grossest memory: uhh one time when one of the cats was sick in the car then my parents tried to throw the results out the window and some sorta . . . blew back towards me
h - horror yes or horror no: what does this mean? like horror movies? no
i - in love: with Gwilym Lee . . . yes, with anyone I actually know . . . nope
j - jealous of people: sometimes? but mostly I stay in my lane
l - love at first sight or should i walk by again: I think you can be attracted to someone at first sight but actually being in love with them doesn’t happen right away
m - middle name: I don’t like it so I don’t wanna share
n - number of siblings: technically three, I have one older brother and two significantly older half-sisters
o - one wish: to achieve my idea of happiness
p - person you last called: I don’t actually know, I don’t call much
q - question you’re always asked: online it seems to always be what my eye color is, in person it’s always what I work at
r - reading anything right now?: I like to read science/nature stuff so I’m reading a book about butterflies and moths (I love hawkmoths they’re awesome)
s - song you last sang: Crazy Little Thing Called Love, when I recorded it lmao
t - time you woke up: 9:30am or so
u - underwear color: uh it’s blue haha
v - vacation destination: Bermuda or France
w - when was the last time you really laughed: recently, I think yesterday, at some post I saw that was really funny
x - x-rays: I’ve only ever had those ones at the dentist
y - your favorite food: coffee tbh
z - zodiac sign: virgo
tagging: @eddieebrocks, @natasha-rxmanova, I’m not sure who else argh
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i was tagged by @saltybatman tysm ana! <3
rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs!
a - age: 20
b - birthplace: grand rapids, mi
c - current time: 6:52pm
d - drink you last had: water
e - easiest person to talk to: my mom, sister, and @clarkskenting are all tied i think
f - favorite song: oof currently?? probably ‘doing all right’ by queen !
g - grossest memory: mmm someone being in the bathroom and me puking into my hands to avoid getting it on the carpet (tmi yeah but y’all asked)
h - horror yes or horror no: horror nO
i - in love: nope (unless you count fictional characters then yes)
j - jealous of people: unfortunately sometimes yeah
l - love at first sight or should i walk by again: i mean?? neither tbh
m - middle name: elizabeth
n - number of siblings: one sister and two brothers so three (3)
o - one wish: to find a job after graduation next year
p - person you last called: the owner of the driving school in my town
q - question you’re always asked: “how was your weekend?” (my roommate asks this every sunday when i came back to the apartment)
r - reading anything right now?: the pawnbroker (for school)
s - song you last sang: 'catchy song’ from the lego movie 2 sdkjfhsakksd (it really is a catchy song)
t - time you woke up: uhhh 6:30am ish?
u - underwear color: lilac
v - vacation destination: mmm scotland maybe !
w - when was the last time you really laughed: saturday night while watching the lego movie 2
x - x-rays: my left wrist + just like mouth stuff for the dentist and orthodontist
y - your favorite food: pasta!!!!!
z - zodiac sign: taurus
i’ll tag @vvayneskyle @joemazzelo @gwil-lee @bens-hardy but of course it’s optional xx
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How Ben Proposes
Ben Hardy x Reader
Summary: While Ben’s on the press tour for Bohemian Rhapsody, an interviewer asks Ben about he proposes to the reader. This is what happened.
Word Count: 2.1k
The press tour was in full swing for the Borhap cast, Ben had lost count of which one they were on “Ben, Ben Ben,” Joe gasps holding up a ballpoint pen to Ben mouth as they sat backstage.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ben questions as he looks at the pen.
“Which scene was your favorite?” Joe snickers. The blonde rolls his eyes and pushes his friend away. He’d also lost count at the repetitive questions, he and Gwil even formed a betting pool amongst the cast. When one of the production crew came to get Ben and Joe they both smiled but shared a look that read they weren’t ready for another one.
“Ben Joe, thank you for sitting down with me,” the older woman with wavy blonde hair greeted as they all took their seats. The men smiled and gave the typical intro before they paused to show a trailer clip of the movie. Ben internally sighs as the woman directs her attention to him “Before we get started on this fantastic movie. Ben, congratulations on your engagement,” she beams. Ben’s head perks up and puts on the biggest smile as Joe laughs at him.
“T-thank you so much,” he says.
“I know we’re here to talk about the movie but I think everyone would like to know how it happened,” she leans forward and places her hands over her clipboard. Ben turns to Joe who gives him a quick nod to go on, it was his favorite story.
“It’s a funny story actually,” he starts, leaning back in his seat. The smile never left his face as he told the story.
“Ben watch out!” Y/N gasps. Ben grips the steering wheel a little bit tighter and furrows his eyebrows together. They were on holiday in Wales, driving through the narrow road up to the private cottage, much to Y/N displeasure. She sat in her seat, one hand on the ‘oh shit bar’ and the other pressed against the cloth ceiling, one of her feet was on the dash to brace herself just in case. She was terrified to say the least. “What if another car comes? Oh my God, we’re going to die!” She cries dramatically. Driving in the UK made her nervous but when the bushes get higher and the roads become more narrow she was ready to jump out of the small car to safety.
Ben turns his head and holds back a laugh at her distraught face, she was precious, even if she was yelling at him to focus on the road “Baby relax,” he sighs, resting a hand on her elevated knee. “I know what I’m doing.”
“I know! I trust you, I don’t trust them,” it came out more like a scream when she saw the hood of another car come into her field of sight. The dark car pulled off to the side, politely waving at the couple as they drove past. Ben smiled and waved before turning to his girlfriend, giving her a knowing look “See?”
“Whatever,” she sighs in relief and puts her leg down but tightens her grip on the handle. Ben stole glances at her as he drove, he watched her face journies as she tried to peer into the thick bushes as he head rested on the cold window. He was in love, deeply, madly in love with the woman in the passenger seat.
Terrifying moments felt like hours until they arrived at the small cottage. Y/N quickly got out of the car and marveled at the fact that she survived the devil’s road. She caught her breath that she held for most of the journey and finally took in the sight of the home. It was white with a dark brown roof and was covered in green leaves that had beautiful colorful flowers growing at the side. She grinned and walked up the stone walk away “Ben how did you find this place?” you ask, walking through the old front gate “I’ve never seen so much green!”
“Gwil recommended it to me,” Ben grunts as he takes out the heavy luggage out of the trunk. The Y/H/C girl folds her grey sweater-clad arms and smiles back at him. He walks up to her and kisses her cheek “I’m glad you like it, Darling. Let’s go see it.”
The inside was as beautiful as the outside, it was modern with plumbing, no faulty wiring, and a flat screen tv but it kept the charm of the Welsh countryside. She happily stared out the window at a heard of sheep that were roaming a few houses down, the man silently walks up behind her and wraps his strong arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder “I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you more,” he whispers back, looking at her near transparent reflection in the window. As he watches her, he’s hit with a realization. His green eyes open wide, taking a step back away from her which makes her turn to face him.
“Is everything ok?” she questions.
His sudden nerves begin to show “Y-yeah, of course, Darling, why wouldn’t I be?” he stammers, trying to dig out his cell phone from his back pocket.
“Ben?”
“I need to take care of some business stuff. Post production and all,” he laughs nervously before nearly running upstairs. Y/N shakes her head in confusion and cocks her head, what the hell just happened. She shook it off and walked into the kitchen, finding a take out menu on the fridge, praying the driver would make it through the bushes while he dialed the number.
Ben slammed the door o the bedroom and pushed back the locks of hair that fell when he was going up the stairs. He quickly took off his jacket and dialed a familiar number as he fixed the blue t-shirt he was wearing. He paced back and forth tapping anxiously on his hip.
“How’s the holiday?” the voice on the other end asks when he picks up the phone.
“Gwil you know Wales the best…I need your help,” he nearly whispers, just in case Y/N was coming to check up on him.
“Are you alright Mate?”
“I’m going to propose,” he whispers lowly.
“What the hell? That’s fantastic, you’re a lucky man,” he cheered.
The excitement and joy were short-lived when Ben told him the hitch “I don’t have a ring.”
“You don’t have a ring?”
“I only decided I was going to do this 2 minutes ago,” the blonde defended.
“How fast can you meet me in town? I need help.”
There’s a brief pause on the other line “Alright, can you get out of the house? I can be there in 30.”
“I’ll try. I owe you one.” Ben hangs up the phone and regains his composure before heading back downstairs, thinking about what to tell her.
“Ben is everything ok?” She asks worriedly from the couch.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry for worrying you but I have to leave for a while, I promise I’ll be back for dinner,” he explains as he walks behind the couch and kisses her lovingly on the forehead.
“Borhap stuff?” she guesses.
Damn, she was smarter than he was, he didn’t even think of that excuse “Borhap! Exactly. Gwilym and I have to sign some papers in town.”
Her worried expression softens “Tell him I said hello, be safe. I’ll save some take out for you.”
With that he ran off, muttering that he’d be safe. Slamming the door behind him she chuckles to herself and turns on the tv, immersing herself in a baking show “She forgot sugar,” she gasps in shock. She glances over at the kitchen and shrugs, this vacation was important for Ben since he finally finished wrapping the biggest movie of his career so far. An idea popped into her head, she hops up the couch and grabs the decorative basket off the table.
Later that night, Ben walks into the cottage with his hand protectively in his pocket, checking if the coast was clear. He smirks as he sees the living room that was now decorated with flowers from outside, she spent her time well he thought “Y/N!” he calls. She hurries down the stairs in a short white dress decorated with colorful butterflies.
“How was the signing?”
“Signing?” he questions, wrapping her in his arms.
“With Gwil?”
“Oh! Right, it was good, got it done,” he laughs, tucking a lock of curly Y/H/C behind her ear that fell from her messy top knot. She lowers her eyebrows in confusion, staring up into his eyes, she could tell he was nervous.
“Ben, what's wrong?”
“Nothing, Y/N I promise. I’m just hungry,” he covers, walking away from her.
“T-There’s take out on the table,” she informs him sadly, picking at her nail polish.
“I don’t deserve you,” he smiles “I’m going to change, start without me.”
She sat at the table, pushing back and forth a piece of broccoli on the plate while she waited for her boyfriend. What was his problem? Was he cheating? She gasps to herself but quickly composes herself, he wouldn’t do that. Probably just pressure of the job.
Ben finally came down the stairs in a dark yellow sweater and black jeans, smiling to himself “How’s dinner?”
“Cold,” she retorts.
“What's wrong?” he sits across from her and grabs one of the cartons.
“You’ve been acting weird all day,” she stabs at her meal roughly with her fork “Did I do something?”
Ben looks up in surprise “Of course not,” he reassures, “it’s not you I promise.”
“Then what is it?”
“I’m just hungry,” he answers, taking a bite.
“Fine,” she exhales and leans back in her seat, looking at him with doubtful eyes. She lays down her fork and stands up “I’m going to go look at the stars,” she tells him while she walks to the couch to grab the grey blanket that was laying on the back of it.
Y/N murmurs to herself as she walks outback, her bare feet squishing against the green grass below her. She steps out further taking int the cool early fall air, moaning in delight while she pulls the blanket around her shoulders tighter. When she looked up her breath was taken away, the millions of stars shown brightly, twinkling amongst themselves. She grins and looks around dreamily, picking out the familiar constellations.
She realizes why Ben took her here, you can’t see this many stars in the city, this was the perfect place. She wanted to share this with him, maybe it would calm him down. She turns around and sees him standing at the back door, a smile on his face and his hands in his pockets “It’s beautiful!” Y/N calls to him.
“You’re beautiful!” he responds before coming closer.
“Thank you for this, it’s remarkable.” She wraps her arms around the actor's neck and admires the way his skin glows underneath the moonlight.
“I knew you’d like it,” he kisses her forehead before joining her gaze up at the dazzling night sky. He brings her in closer, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume and kissing her covered shoulder. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he starts. This was the moment he’d been waiting and preparing for. He steps back and puts his hand in his pocket.
“I love you more than anything in this life Y/N.”
“I love you too Ben,” her response comes out more like a question as she watches him.
“Today something happened and I have never been more sure of anything,” he pulls the black velvet box out of his pocket and gets down on one knee, half regretting it due to his clothed knee now damp and covered in dirt. Tears start to for min both of their eyes, Y/N lets the blanket fall off her shoulders and her hands come up to cover her heart. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” he asks.
“Ben Hardy, of course I’ll marry you,” she answers as the tears fall from her eyes. Ben stands up and shakily puts the diamond ring on her finger, she looks down at her hands “Is this what you were doing all day?”
“Gwil helped,” he noted.
“It’s beautiful, I love you so much,” she says before kissing him.
Ben got lost in the story, a goofy smile plastered on his face. Joe finally nudged him before his friend spilled all the details.
“That is a beautiful story, again congratulations,” the woman tells him. Ben smiles graciously and gets comfortable in the couch. The interview was at least now a little more bearable with his fiancée on his mind, he’d let the other guys answer all the questions for the day.
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Peonies Chapter 5
This took me a little longer than expected because school has me wrapped up in papers and research projects. Someone do this work for me so I can sleep since I haven’t slept well in nights!!!!!!
But anyway. This chapter was interesting to write and I hope that y’all enjoy!!!
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Damn him. Damn him damn him! Grabbing the closest random vase to chuck it against the wall. Me! Sleeping with Peter? I would rather die in a pile of shit that had smallpox than sleep with that moron! It’s been a day and I still find those words making my stomach curl! Maybe another vase? Ah these this naked porcelain statue. Chucking it against the wall as it finally made me feel a little better.
How did I allow one man to have such control over my emotions! To flood my mind, body, and soul as if he is a flash flood in the valley! I don’t even..I’m going to drive myself into a pit of never ending darkness. That damn man with those...beautiful blue pools of his eyes that sparkle in the sunlight. I’ve never seen such beautiful eyes in my life. Those strong cheekbones that could cut someone with a knife.
FUCK!
Maybe write a letter..I imagine the family is missing me and I’ve only written two letters so far here. Father is probably worried that I’ve been converted to the Orthodox ways. (Well I’ve been breaking the laws of the catholic church but luckily these people are too busy with themselves). I sat down at my desk to begin thinking on how to send back a positive message when I’m dying on the inside.
Dear Father.
Remind me to never make allies with Russia if I ever become Queen of Italy. These people are uncultured, disgusting horny toads! It feels like I have walked into a brothel except they’re not a bunch of dirty poor people. Now it’s a vast amount of extremely broad people on the court.
I’m not asking for you to save me or come galavanting from the homeland to come save me. Catherine still needs a lot of help and it’s getting worse before it gets better. To think that I gave the Russians the benefit of the doubt because I knew Catherine would be a little sensitive to the whole situation. But this is just horrible. I literally witnessed the Emperor laying with someone in the middle of the hall!
This is definitely a reminder of what not to do when I become Duchess at least. No wild parties at court more than once a week, and no.
My chamber doors bursted open to see Marial storming in, closing the doors behind her. She turned her back and leaned against the door. A panic expression was written on her face as I was waiting for an explanation.
“Yes Marial?” Asking as I continued to work on my letter.
“We’ve got a problem?” I took a sip of my wine that I had sitting out with me.
“Don’t we always?”
“It’s Catherine.” Putting down the quill as I turned around in my chair to stare at her.
“Is Catherine alright?”
“Now that she's Leo , yes. But the ladies..they did something bad. Not extremely bad but bad.” Is this a situation where I should be extremely worried? Worried? Or just a pat on the shoulder should make her feel better.
“After we passed out the eggs to the ladies of the court, Lady Svenska invited her to the tea party she threw, they were in a dance and one of the ladies punched her in the noise and caused her nose blood.” No. NO! NOT WHILE I’M AROUND!
“Are they still at their dance?” Popping up from the chair as I walked over to my trunk.
“Yes. They will be for another hour or two.” Which means pastries and tea will be required. Did I bring it? I really thought I brought it YES!
“Please let Catherine know that I will be handling these women the way they should’ve been. Tossed back down to the station they truly belong in, not what they thought.” Ordering Marial as I rang my bell for Fernanda. She came in as I placed the bottle on the end of the desk.
“Yes M’Lady.”
“Did we bring tea dance attire?” Asking her as she nodded.
“Great. Get my full attire ready, I’m going to way these peasants.” AS before you know I hate wearing the wigs, corsets, layers of face paint, and the dress. But duty calls in this situation because no one lays a hand on my cousin!
Taking off my boots as I heard someone come running into my room as I waited to see who it was. Catherine slid in as I was still sitting there taking off my boots. If she thought she could talk me out of this then she’s surely mistaken.
“Chiara please don’t!” Catherine begged as Fernanda came in with the dress as Catherine looked like she was going to explode.
“You don’t have any idea how this country works and if you do something like this then you could ruin everything I’ve worked so hard for.” Catherine stood directly in front of me as I leaned back against the chair.
“Well your last plan turned out to be a disaster and look what they did!”
“Minor setbacks tend to happen in these situations.”
“You’d call that minor?” Pointing directly as her nose as I got up from my desk.
“Please Chiara just because this works in your country doesn’t mean the same thing here. Peter will see this as an attack and were right in the middle of a war! He would be more than happy to send soldiers just because you caused half the women of the court to suffer.” Rolling my eyes as I began unbuttoning my shirt.
“Might I make a suggestion?” Marial poked her head into the bedroom as we both turned to face her.
“There’s always smacking me down.” See we wouldn’t be in this situation if Catherine would’ve just listened to Marial and I!
“Yes! Look if you don’t smack her down then I’ll be taking this matter into my own hand. And of course it has to be in public. And you’ll really have to say something to really piss off Catherine.” She knows that if she doesn’t do it then I’ll be doing what I do best.
“The horse fucking.”
“Cause allegedly you did. Though I don’t know how you would but maybe if you sort of..”
“Fine. Tonight Elizabeth is throwing a party in honor of the archbishop being selected so I guess we’ll do it there. Can we talk privately?” Catherine whispered as I looked at Fernanda to leave the room. Marial followed suit to close the bedroom door for me to sit back down at my desk.
“Though I appreciate you willing to avenge my attack. I think you enjoy getting ahead of yourself.”
“We’re family. No one hurts la mia famiglia.” I turned away from her to walk over to the small liquor table that sits in my bedroom. Pouring her a glass of wine then grabbing mine from my desk.
“Here. Something to make you feel a little at home.” Handing it to her then she looked at the bottle.
“Gaja Ornellaia. Dark and sweet.” Clinking glasses together as we both took a sip. Motioning her to sit as she sighed.
“How do you deal with women of the court? Sucking up to them sounds torturous and there’s no way that I can stoop to their level of living.” Catherine sat down on one of the loveseats for me to sit down at my desk.
“This court is one that I won’t be forgetting till the day I die. It’s one that has been let loose to do their own bidding. For the moment I wouldn’t suck up to them, but obviously we’re on a mission to make everyone in favor of you instead of Peter. So gifts. Not like your golden eggs but something that will truly aid them in their boring day to day lives. Maybe a better doctor for instance, or even a dentist. Lord knows how rotted their teeths are and could use at least some sort of cleaning. Though they say their modern, it’s more a barbaric modern.”
“You’re the empress Catherine. You have a lot more power at your fingertips then you realize and they’re trying to make you inferior because you’re new to the court. If you really wanted to you could strip down Svenska from her station if you truly wanted to. Lord knows I would at this point in my mind.”
“The ladies are led by Svenska with the amount of money..”
“Who's the Empress of Russia? Who rules Russia? The donkey face can’t even work up the courage to hit you she sends one of her ladies to do it. I really need to find that mean bone in your body and drag it out of you. I’d hate to say it but there is no such thing as a loving Queen. Most of us who are in royal power must rule with an iron fist but that doesn’t mean to be a monster onto the people like your moron of a husband.”
“Be truthful and fair to the people. Gain their trust in the way they need it, not you.” Close enough.
“Tell me Chiara. What exactly were you going to do with the ladies if I hadn’t come by to stop you?”
“Remember that cruise two years ago?”
“Chiara!”
“What! It worked last time, why wouldn’t it work a second time.” It really would’ve and if something like that happens again while I’m around it will work again.
Catherine put her glass of wine down to then lean a little more towards me which caused me to lean back against the seat.
“You’re a lot more bitter than usual. Is everything alright?” No. Everything is not alright! How can any of this be alright! This country! These people! Backwoods! Horny toads that just do whatever they Goddamn please without respecting..Oh it’s not even that! Fucking Grigor accusing me of sleeping with the moron Emporer who has a mind of a child! How dare he accuse me! I wouldn’t have any sort of sexual contact with him if he was the last man on this earth. If the gates of hell were open and the choice for me to go into Heaven was having sex with Peter I still wouldn’t partake in it!
“Peachy. Just absolutely peachy.” Chugging the rest of my wine to then throw my empty glass against the wall.
“You know that scared me for the first few weeks of being here. But now..” Finishing her drink to then chuck it against the wall. Shattering against it as she laid down on the love seat.
“But now it’s become a permanent sound in my mental wallpaper.” Grabbing the bottle to then walk over to where she was laying then sat down next to her. Getting comfortable as I pulled the cork out with my teeth to spit it across the room. Taking a drink to then give her the bottle.
I’ve yet to look at the top of my room since I moved in. They’re cupids that are dancing around in the clouds. Not sure who exactly designed this room but those cupids...they're so masculine..Why are they so muscular? I know no baby ever comes out this muscular no matter who the father is. Zeus himself could not ever make a baby this muscular!
“Catherine. Catherine. Lookup.” Pointing directly at them as her head tilted in curiosity.
“They’re cupids.”
“Yes they’re cupids. But have you ever noticed that they’re extremely muscular. They’re babies and have more muscles than Zeus himself. Just look!” We began laughing as the bottles continued to go back and forth between the both of us. This is exactly what I think we both needed. No men, no Government, not worrying about anything and just laughing at extremely masculine cupids.
“How is Leo? How is having a lover in your life?”
“It’s..intoxicating and confusing. When I first arrived I planned to make Peter fall in love with me as I am a romantic. Then tossed into a wheel of uncertainty. Leo says that he has fallen for me and..it feels so wrong from everything I’ve once believed in.” That’s one word to describe everything I’ve gone through so far.
“Our worlds are messy. We always think that it will be easy as those before us. But the world...people..him..it’s unclear.”
What am I doing? I’m to be a Grand Duchess in the next year or two, there’s a possibility of being a Queen and I’m in a tiny crisis on how to deal with some Russian that’s just using to get back at his wife? That didn’t even feel like the case till he brought up Peter and the accusation. But...look what he’s going through in his life as I imagine he doesn’t want his wife to be behaving like this.
Grigor...Grigor...for some reason the thought of his arms being wrapped around me is helping me fall asleep..so peacefully. He does this thing with his thumb where it glides up and down where it’s placed and it brings such comfort.
After drinking for a little longer than predicted. Catherine and I ended up sleeping directly where we were sitting for more than two hours. Alcohol is such a good night medicine. Fernanda came in to wake us as we both felt like brand new people and we had to get ready for Elizabeths party.
Per usual I truly didn’t feel like getting shoved into a dress and from what I’ve gathered about Elizabeth this party will end up becoming a clothes off party. So why not just dress the part but not get involved. Besides...I want to piss off Grigor for his accusation so why to wear as little as possible for something he’s not receiving.
My beautiful crafted corset that was pink with gold floral designs all around it. My plain white long sleeve shirt was underneath the corset with my nice pair of black pants and boots. Quite the scandal some would say. (But as you know it’s me just trying to be comfortable.)
“Boot dagger.” Fernanda tossed the sheathed knife onto the bed as I placed my boot on the bed and placed it in the boot. And now we’re set.
“Feel free to let loose tonight. I should be able to get myself ready to sleep and probably will be extremely intoxicated.” She nodded as I fixed my shirt so that my chest would be a little more exposed than most times.
Wait, something is missing. Rings yes, boot knife yes, and OH! Necklace! Walking to the desk to pull out my jewelry box to pull out my pearl necklace. The first few rows of pearls were tight around the neck itself then relaxed across my chest. Oh yes. Much better.
Walking out of my bedroom to already hear the madness going down near the end of the hallway. I really need a break from this palace. I’m in Russia and I should be going into the cities to at least see them! Maybe Catherine would be up for a trip to Moscow or Saint Petersburg sometime soon. I think that it would do her some good to go out and see the people to get a complete understanding of the country that she lives in. It does no good for a rising Empress to preach about change when she hasn’t met her own subjects. At home I would constantly go out and about to see my people. Support their businesses and make sure everything was doing okay. Yes her and I are in different situations but going out every once in a while wouldn’t hurt.
Walking into the party to see people were holding snakes, animals, and...a bird? I must admit this is one interesting party. Reminds me of when we had an animal exposition a few months back and I got to see a Tiger from China! But I imagine that would be impossible here due to the fact that the tiger would eat all of them up.
Looking around to see the ladies were sitting around the fireplace laughing as I wanted to choke the donkey face till she turned a different color. Ah and George. The Emporers would be where you had the audacity to become angry when Grigor and I were fooling around. The hypocrisy that spills from her mouth is exhausting.
Speaking of Grigor, where is he? Trying not to look suspicious as I searched the room to see him sitting with Peter and children as they drink wine? They look around 10? Mother didn’t even let me touch a drop besides communion till I turned at least 12! He looked directly at me to form a smile on his face. Maybe I over blew the whole situation. Tends to be a problem of mine which I need to fix.
“These parties..so interesting.” Catherine commented as we continued into the party. A waiter passed by with one glass as I snuck it for myself.
“Remember the plan.” Winking as we both sat down with the bitches.
“So. Tell me of your lives here.”
“All is bliss in the court of Peter.”
“Of course life is bliss here. But if tiny improvements could be made, and I could help you as Empress, that would gladden my heart to be a friend and a use to you all.”
“Why don’t you stop the war?” Why don’t you stop being a child? Impossible. They all chuckled as I wanted to scream.
“I will note it down. But it is probably beyond me at this point. Maybe more immediate things.” I can’t chime in on this because I don’t really live here full full time. (Though it feels like I’ve been living here for ages!)
“Well, the carriages are always in disrepair. They do not fix it fast enough.” George chimed in. Always being helpful in gaining her own glory.
“I see. I shall look into it. How is your son Tatyana? Boris. He was unwell?”
“Fucking Chekhow saw him, but...We need better doctors than the Chekhovs. Boris coughs blood, and the fool puts leeches on his throat. I do not know doctoring but it seems ridiculous. And my dearest Boris gets sicker.” I truly can not imagine the horror of how this country would handle an outbreak of any sort of disease. Even if precautions are made to keep them at bay.
“He basically killed Raisa.”
“Exactly.”
“Indeed. We must have the most modern medicine. We shall bring a new doctor from France.”
“What a friend you are to us. How is Leo?” Is her life so dull that she must pry her big disgusting nose into Catherines love affair? Looking over to Catherine who looked uncomfortable for just a moment then smiled.
“He makes my skin tingle and my heart gladden.” They all giggled as I wanted to scream. It’s a private affair!
“Surely more detail than that. If you really are our friend, we will need you to open up to us, if it is true and we are to feel you love us.”
“Shut up, whore!” OH SHIT! Taking a sip of my wine after Marial yelled at her. In reality I’m trying not to laugh because holy shit that’s funny!
“She cannot…”
“Apologize!” Her and Catherine exchanged a look as I was ready. C’mon Catherine! Use that mean bone!
“I will see her later. Go back to your quarters, Marial.”
“NEEEEEIGH!” Catherine stood up to slap the living shit out of her to the point she almost fell down on the ground. Everyone gasped as I was sipping my wine trying not to laugh at these dumbasses.
“Do not ever do that! That goes for all of you. Am I heard?” The ladies in the circle slightly nodded as my eyes were directly on Svenska. I know the ass face was responsible for this mess and I’ll be dealing with it even after this. Oh did you think I forgot about the whole tea dance? Far from it.
“I have spoken to my husband on this, and he sees it as a sleight on him. If it is heard again, no matter what family, what wealth, they will be a servant stripped of everything and we will slap the shit out of them on a daily basis! Am I heard?” And that is how you do it!
“Marial, wipe the blood from your nose. Pour me wine.” Catherine sat down as Marial began to pour her wine.
“Now, other things you ladies need from me? Lady Svenska, can I help you in any way?”
“No Empress. I am satisfied.”
“Mmm. Marvelous. Good day then.” Catherine got up from her seat as I stayed exactly where I was for a few minutes. I’m waiting to see if ass face will say something smart right after Catherine has left.
“What are you waiting for exactly?” Svenska commented as my focus went directly to her.
“Oh just..watching..and waiting.” Svenska turned back towards Tatyana as I noticed George was staring directly at me. What could she possibly want?
“I think we need to talk.”
“Need or want? I have absolutely nothing to say to you.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Her eyebrow was raised at me as I put my drink down.
“And I find it hard to believe that you’re a good woman of any sort. If you want to talk then talk. You have the floor and are ready to tell me all about how you’re the victim and everything you do is for status. Truthfully you enjoy every moment of it that you go out of your own way to spend all your time with him.”
I waited for a few moments for her to say something back against my statement but what does she have against me? Being a whore? She’s already got that covered in her department so what would that even do against me?
“The Emperor is about to announce the new patriarch to the court.” A servant told us as I got up from my chair to then walk away. Stupid woman.
We walked into a large sitting room as the new patriarch was wearing his garments as Peter was standing on top of the love seat. I stood next to Leo as I noticed Grigor was coming to stand next to me.
“The new Patriarch! Huzzah!”
“Huzzah!”
“Oh! To the Empress! She is finding her feet here, and her fists.” Took her a minute but we managed to get it out of her.
“Apparently she fucked a horse before she got here!” Damn it….
“For I am all for fucking and after Archie blesses us we will all begin!”
“Huzzah!” Glad to know that after everyone is blessed that they’re basically saying yeah God take it back. Didn’t need it in the first place.
“Can we talk?” Grigor whispered for me to raise my eyebrow.
“You and your wife truly love to talk don’t you?” Not looking directly at him as I kept my head straight forward.
“Please Chiara. I really….” Maybe he is sorry. I feel like this is becoming a usual song and dance for us these past few weeks. Nodding for the two of us to turn around and walk out of the room.
We started down the hallway keeping absolutely silent towards each other. Who exactly was going to start this conversation? Not me because at this moment I have nothing to say on the matter besides saying sorry for being a little over dramatic, and that’s it. He stopped walking to move in front of the fireplace to warm himself up a little. Turning towards me to let out a large sigh.
“I’m sorry...I’m sorry that I accused you of sleeping with Peter because of my own personal problems. It wasn’t right and I truly feel horrible for saying that…” I could tell that he wanted to say much more but was working on it. My hands were behind my back as I waited for him to finish his statement.
“Grigor it’s not a..
“Chiara I’ve fallen for you.” He interrupted me as I was confused by what he just said. What?
“I have fallen for you Duchess Chiara.” It sent shivers down my spine. What why? We’ve only known each other for a few weeks and now he’s fallen. Oh no...no no no.
“I am not the romantic type Grigor. I am not like my cousin who will bring you a twig to show love and unity. I..I don’t care for it.” Truth be told I’ve been avoiding the whole love marriage life ever since I was born. If I marry then I lose everything. The power will go to my husband and I am left to be nothing but a baby making device for my husband.
Yet...this feels different. I feel as if I should be comforting Grigor to hold one another. If I could keep him as a lover for eternity I might be okay with this idea. But marriage is something that I plan on never happening in my life.
“I don’t expect you to have fallen because why would you have fallen for a piece of shit like myself. You’re right about me..I’m nothing but a weakling who can’t even stand up against the moron himself..” He fell to his knees as he was beginning to have some sort of attack on the floor in front of me. Quickly approaching him as I got down on my knees.
“Grigor take a breath.” Rubbing his back as he was trying to catch his breath.
“My mind is beginning to chip away right before my eyes Chiara..” Oh no..no no. Holding him close to me as I kissed the top of his forehead. Okay so me swearing off love may just be a phase like mother said! Or is this just me feeling bad. I’ll figure that out later!
“This..this is just a rocky path in the road of life. We all go through it and eventually it becomes better. Just have to go through the rough path in order to see that beautiful green field on the other...this isn’t helping is it.” He shook his head as I thought I heard a door opening.
“A weakling… I’m such a weakling..” I’d rather the court not see Grigor falling apart in front of their eyes. Laughing was echoing from the hall as I had to get him out of here.
“Let’s go somewhere else.” Telling him as I lifted him up from the ground. We were stumbling around a little as we quickly walked through the palace till we made it to the apartments. No this isn’t meant for me to tackle him and have rough sex. Rather..rather not let the court see him breaking down when he’s the most important members of Peters court.
Opening the door to my apartment as he walked in then slamming the doors shut. Locking it as he fell onto the love seat. His breathing did calm down a little bit yet he was still in some sort of a panic state. Water.
“God how am I a man? Any man would’ve killed the other man for sleeping with his wife..you 're right..” Okay now I’m feeling horrible. I poured him a glass of water to then sit on my knees next to Grigor.
“Drink some water.” He sat up to take the glass from my hand.
“How could anyone love me...I’m such a coward. I can’t even fuck my wife...she has to go to someone else in order to fill that void...that desire that I can not fufill.” Well that’s utter bullshit because being railed by him was marvelous.
“Stop that! There is no need to bring down yourself because of your wife being a total whore. Grigor I’m sorry...I’m sorry for being such a cunt towards you. We both come from completely different worlds and I have to remember sometimes that this isn’t home..You’re not a weakling or a coward. This is just a difficult situation that probably doesn’t help that I’ve been acting so horrid towards you..” His glass was empty as I took it from him to place it down on the ground. My hands cupped his cheeks as he held onto them, he closed his eyes to put his forehead against mine.
“May I stay here for the night?” Grigor asked for me to nod.
“I can’t spend another night alone. Not another night…” Sitting up to then wrap my arms around him. He picked me up to then pull me into his lap which made me giggle a little. It’s kind of fun just being hoisted up into someone's lap.
“I don’t plan on making love with you tonight Chiara.” Oh really? This is rather shocking because I figured he would’ve found a way to seduce me into the bed.
“And why is that? Got tired of me already? We’re those three days….or five..still a little blurry with the amount of wine and food
“Never. You are the only good thing that has come from my dreadful existence here.” Somehow I think he’s right.
“I’m really wanting a glass of vodka. Care for some?” Asking as he was rubbing his eyes.
“Please.” Climbing off to walk over on my refilled liquor shelf. Two of my biggest glasses filled with vodka as I imagine it’s like water to him at this point. Just like how wine is like water, just drink it like water. Sitting back down on his lap to give him the glass, clinking out glasses as we both chugged down the vodka. HOLY SHIT THIS BURNS GOING DOWN STILL HOLY CRAP!
“Still getting used to it aren’t you?” He began to laugh as I shook my head then blinked a few times.
“Indeed. But it acts fast and my fingers are already feeling wonderful. How about another?” I’m just going to grab the glass bottle so I can stay comfortable on his lap. Skipping to the bottle as I pulled the cork off and placed it on the table.
“If you would’ve told me when we first met that I would be letting you sit on my lap after our first introduction. I would’ve thought they were mad.” Good times from a few weeks ago when I had a large stick up my ass. Sitting back down to take a swing from the bottle then hand it to him.
“Or me having some sort of relationship with you after I almost beat you with my sabre. How the world changes before our own eyes.” We both nodded to continue passing the glass bottle back and forth to one another.
I could feel it coursing through my veins like water rushing down a river after a rainstorm. It feels incredible! Vodka is truly a wondrous type of alcohol that loves to scorch my throat. Oof. As much as I would love to sit on his lap for a long time, my bed looks absolutely enticing for us to crawl in. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind crawling into bed.
“Would you mind if we got into bed? Your lap is comfortable but my bed just feels so much better. Please Grigor?” Without questioning it. He sat up as my legs wrapped around his back for us to start heading towards the bed. As much as I love not being pounded into oblivion in this position..this is fun! Wait for the corset. I can not get into my sleep mindset if I’m stuck wearing this cage.
He put me down on the bed as I sat on my knees to then begin taking off my corset. Crap Fernanda really tied the bow up high to the point I can’t reach it. His fingers began messing with the string as I felt the air entering my body once again. Tossing it across the room to untuck my shirt from my pants.
“Thank you.” Turning to face him as we leaned in to kiss one another. Softly kissing one another as he placed his hand on my cheek.
“Picnic with me tomorrow. There’s a beautiful tree that the leaves just dance with the wind that is just beautiful.” Yes. I said that I wanted to get some sort of fresh air and the timing could not be more perfect!
“It’s only been one day since I’ve been away from your bed, and I’ve missed the way it feels. Warm..comforting, can be a bit rough but eventually I become in a state of relaxation.” Grigor became comfortable down on the bed as I joined him on top of the covers. He placed his hand on my cheek as I kissed his hand.
“I know you don’t love me or have fallen for me...but thank you.” He drifted to sleep as I began to scoot closer to him. He must’ve felt me move because I was pulled closer to him and tucked into his chest.
This is nice.
Very nice.
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Peonies Chapter 1
soOkay so for those of you who didn’t know what the heck just happened. Tumblr decided to screw with the first chapter and not post it properly. Rude I know!
So I jumped on my work computer and going to quickly post it so I don’t get in trouble. Teehee.
Y’all ready for this though! I’m so excited for this one! The vocabulary that I’ve had to use is quite nice and fits the times perfectly!
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HERE WE GO!
Peonies a a charming lady
She doesn’t like a spot too shady
Likes to live out in the light
Dressed in red or pink or white
To Bloom brighter than the earth
And to defeat all others
What is it like to be a Duchess who will be Governing a vast amount of Northern Italy? I’m not quite sure yet due to the fact mio padre is still ruling over the land and I’m being tutored in the fine games of politics. Oh do not get me wrong I would rather acquire all of the information of learning to rule rather than taking the responsibility too prematurely.
Handing my reins to the stable boy as I began walking inside the Monastery to meet with Mother Superior Ani. I speak to her for council when it comes to somewhat major decisions in my life. This major decision is traveling to Russia and supporting Catherine in her new life. From what she has told me and what I’ve heard from padre. Russia is an absolute catastrophe.
Something is relaxing about walking through the monastery when the sound of the nuns are singing. The beautiful art of the story of Christ, the only sound besides their songs are the winds blowing and birds chirping. Quite beautiful. Standing in the middle of the courtyard as I waited for Mother Ani to greet me for our chat.
“Good afternoon Lady Chiara.” I was greeted by Sister Calderón along with Sister Grazia. The only set of twin nuns I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
“Good afternoon Sister Calderón. Sister Grazia. I’m assuming that Mother Ani is finishing her afternoon confessions?” Asking them as they both nodded.
“How are we feeling today?” They smiled as they approached me.
“We’re going on a mission trip to Africa very soon!” Sister Calderón cheered as Sister Grazia jumped a little.
“We’re finally leaving!” Sister Grazia exclaimed as I smiled and clapped for them.
“Congratulations you two!”
“I’m assuming they told you about their mission trip?” Mother Ani approached us as they collected themselves in front of her. Nodding and they scurrying off back into the chapel.
“They’re very excited. Mother Ani. I promise not to take much of your time today as I know dinner is soon.”
“It’s quite alright. Shall we stroll in the gardens?” She asked as I nodded. As I mentioned before I go to her for counseling as she is the wisest person I’ve ever met in my entire life. Her wisdom comes from true experience unlike most men in the Catholic Church. We began walking towards the gardens so that we may talk in absolute privacy. I need her advice on my thoughts of going to Russia.
“Mother Ani. What have you heard about Russia?” Halting at my question as I expected her reaction. Shocked and in confusion.
“Why are you asking?” Sighing at her question as we entered the archway into the garden.
“My cousin Catherine has married the Emperor of Russia and I’m quite concerned for her. She’s written some horrific things that have happened to her after only being married to him these past few weeks. He has punched her, killed her bear that he gifted her for their wedding, and even has multiple lovers. I know that’s very normal but that’s not exactly the way Catherine and I were raised. I think I would like to go to Russia and support her as she becomes accustomed to her new life.”
“I say that is a very gracious thing to do for your cousin. But are you prepared to deal with the insanity of the monarch and Russian court?” I’ve heard some very bizarre things about them and I get this feeling Catherine should have some sort of noble ally.
“I have been taught how to deal with any form of court and spoiled Monarchs. And being next in line to Govern these lands, they would not dare to lay a finger on me.They’re too busy with Sweden and if they were to kill me, Italy would align with the Swedish in order to defeat the Russians. So that’s not my concern. My only one being is to keep myself sane. Will you pray for me Mother Ani for a safe return?” We stopped as we faced each other.
“Of course my child. When do you leave?”
“In a few days. Mio Padre is sending me with a brand new horse and arms for self defense. Just in case he says. Needs me to stay alive if I’m to do my duty as a Grand Duchess soon.”
“May God protect you on your journey and your aid in Russia. To think when you were baptized at Basilica di San Francesco. You would become this fair and wise over the years. You will make a beautiful Duchess of Italy.” Her words are always ones of great fulfillment. Always positive and never false. A little overconfident but there’s nothing wrong with having a little confidence in yourself. As long as you can control it without coming off as conceited.
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The best gift to bring when arriving at a palace that you're staying for a few weeks is a vast variety of different wines. As a gift I’ve brought wine that has been sitting and aging beautiful for almost sixty years. Both sweet and bitter red wines that as I’ve said, have aged beautifully.
I decided to ride up to the Royal Palace on horseback in order to make an impression on the Emperor when he greets me. Besides if I sit in that carriage another minute my legs and bottom will hate me for the rest of my life.
Leading my carriage (which had my maid Fernanda inside) to see that the front yard of the palace was empty. They must be hunting or in the palace working on running the Empire. Pulling the reigns of my horse as we entered the entryway of the palace into the courtyard. Catherine was standing at the entrance as she looked radiant but yet somewhat good. We were practically sisters till I began my schooling of politics.
Climbing down off my horse as she walked towards me as we both bowed to each other. Which left us giggling at each other to then give each other a hug. I have missed my dear cousin/sister and oldest friend in my life!
“My dear Catherine, it is lovely to see you before me. And an Empress! Last time I saw you we were reading Shakesphere on our boat around Sardinia!” I cheered as we linked arms for us to walk inside the palace.
“I’m glad you have arrived at my new home. Sadly..it is not a home sweet home. Not yet at least.” She commented as I nodded.
“I’ve read in your latest letter and from a few reliable sources. I’m not quite sure how the hell you are managing all of this.” I’m finally able to show my true colors in front of Catherine as I must be proper in front of the family, advisers, and so on and so forth. But with Catherine. It is nothing but honesty and true colors.
“The women of court?” Asking her I could feel her cringe.
“Simple minded with their heads filled with emptiness.” We began walking up the stairs as my servant and others carried my things up the stairs.
“Most of the women in court are filled with only air in their heads. Mother always said that entertaining the women of the court is next to impossible. But don’t worry. I am here and those women don’t know what I will be bringing these next few weeks.” We made it to the top of the stairs as a woman approached us.
“Marial. This is my dear cousin Duchess Chiara! She will be placed in the room next to me and I will be telling her all our plans!” Catherine winked as she had a cheeky smile. Tell me what plans? What has she got up her sleeve?
My room was not as big of course as I am a guest. It was a light blue room that had white flowers painted all over. The bed was very tall and extremely spacious with blue and white bedding. I think in England they would call this the Blue Room. A grand fireplace was lit that was also baby blue with gold trim. Come to think of it there was a lot of gold trim in this room which is sort of weird.
Fernanda and those who were bringing my trucks came into my room as she took around my guest room. I took off my riding hat to throw on the bed as Fernanda sat down on one of the guest chairs.
“It’s very modern. But I miss our home.” I nodded as I began unbuttoning my riding coat.
“So do I already. We remembered to pack Padres guns right?” Asking her as she looked over from the chair.
“Yes. I believe they’re bringing them up now.” She pointed towards the door as the rest of my servant brought in my trunks of different forms of weaponry. My fencing sword, regular sword, muskets, rifles, and pistols. I’m going to hunt some sort of wild beast that lives in this mad land and bring it home as a trinket. A Siberian Tiger would be a very nice trinket to bring home for la famiglia.
Catherine came into the room with her maid in a very powerful march. As if she had something extremely important to tell me. AS in a life or death situation that couldn’t wait to be told.
“We have much to discuss before dinner tonight.” Looking at Fernanda who excused herself. I’ll catch her up on the gossip later.
“Now. I’m glad you decided to come and visit me. I have exciting news that I could use your help desperately with.” She pulled me over to the chairs as her servant stood next to her.
“I’m staging a coup d'état and in dire need of your help.” Not what I was expecting to hear in honesty. A coup? To think last year she was so excited to come to Italy and watch La Serva Padrona. And now a coup?
“I umm..mamma mia a coup? Are you quite sure about this Catherine? I’d rather not see you dead. We have too much fun together.”
“Which is why I have you. You’ve been studying how to rule a land and how to take the necessary steps..
“Catherine. I’ve been raised and tutored in Governing a land to be a Duchess not an Empress.” They’re very different in a weird way..wait why am I making excuses! But I should meet the Emperor to see why she’s forming a Coup and if he’s not as bad as I thought, maybe talk her out of it. Gossip from the court isn’t always trustworthy, obviously.
“Let me experience at least one night with your husband..not sexually of course because that’s disgusting. I sadly can’t be seen helping stage a completely different country's coup. Might make a bad reputation for me. But if it is as bad as everyone is saying. I’m in.” She nodded in my response as a small boy came into our room.
“The Emperor requested your presence.” He told Catherine as she rolled her eyes.
“Get yourself ready for dinner Chiara and make sure you take a drink of something. You’ll definitely need it.” Alcohol? Should’ve brought a few barrels of wine just in case. I’ve never had vodka and I know these Russians drink alcohol as if it was coming from their mothers tit.
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I’ve decided to pull out the big dress tonight as to make an impression on her entire court. The Duchess is here and she’s not meant to be tampered with! My brand new bright red dress that had white trills and designs all across it. I wore the royal sash that was given to me by King Ivrea Spoleto which was pearl white. My hair was of course up (even though it hurts my head a little bit) with pearls wrapping around my mountain of hairstyles. I truly don’t approve of it due to the fact that it takes too long to put up.
“Do I look ready to impress an entire court of Russians.” Looking into the mirror one last time as my chocolate hair looked delectable.
“From what I’ve seen going up and down the stairs of this place. You look absolutely stunning.” Fernanda commented as I smiled at her.
“Oh! You need your knife!” Fernanda commented as I placed my right leg up on the end of my bed as she got into the bottom of my trunk. My grandfather's hunting knife that was given to him by the Queen of Chad when he first took reign. It was a beautiful sycamore that swirled at the base, the blade was a beautiful silver that shines everytime you display it. Even after all these years it looks stunning and deadly. Fernanda allowed me to put on the knife holster around my thigh then placed the knife in its holder.
“Wish me luck for dinner. And I wish you the best of luck with chatting with the servants tonight for dinner. I’ll sneak you some desserts if we have anything that’s a pastry.” Winking at her as she nodded.
Walking out of my room as I opened my fan as I waited for Catherine to come out of her room. I think Fernanda tied my corset a little too tight but not the first time this has happened. Though I’d rather be wearing pants and my button ups. Which will be what I wear when I’m running around the palace. Catherine came out of her room in a beautiful white, pink, and red dress that really made her pure white skin shine. Not to mention her blonde hair shined brightly.
“Are you ready for the show?” She asked as we began walking down the stairs.
“Not quite. But I did sneak a glass of wine into my room so my body is not as tense.” We made it down the bottom of the stairs.
“So who is the biggest ass kisser of the Emperor? There’s always one.”
“His name is Grigor Dymov. He kisses the Emperor's ass so much that he allows his own wife to be his whore.”
“The second hand man married to the Emperors would be whore. If we are to do this I’m assuming we’re going after his right hand man? No. A much more subtle approach will be safer. Not that I’ve made my decision on whether to help, but I'd like to at least like to know your plan of action.”
“We’re first going after Count Orlov who has an understanding of the state of Russia. He’s a modern man who reads all of the famous authors in Europe.”
“I’m assuming he’s in the inner circle then?” Walking down the long hallway then stopping in front of the double doorway.
“Yes. We're here. Just put on a fake smile and we’ll be just fine.”
The doors opened and a wave of heat hit my skin. A mixture of alcohol and what smells like fish hit my nose as I wanted to just go back to my room. But I have to do this and need the impression in order to make my decision.
My fan helped me cool down tremendously as I was looking around at The Emperor's Court. To my right there were some women watching butterflies flying around her in a complete state of awe! They’re butterflies! Oh my goodness it is a show! There of course was dancing in the middle of the room that looked a little unfamiliar. I have to remind myself that I’m not at home and in a completely different country.
Catherine handed me a glass of the clear liquid which is what I’m assuming is Vodka. Lifting my head back as It burned down my entire throat as I shook my head.
“Heavens Catherine!” I laughed as she giggled.
“Definitely helps.” She commented as we began walking further into the room then approaching the women with the butterflies.
“Wow.” Catherine put on this extreme different face and even attitude before me which impressed me.
“I am training them.” The women told us as she began coughing and gagging right in front of us. Holding her hand out to cough out two butterflies! What!
“They do not all make the journey to a new land. Oh and who is this lovely woman.” She asked Catherine as I tried to not scream in horror.
“This is my cousin Duchess Chiara of Italy. This is Aunt Elizbeth of Russia.” We bowed at each other as we sat down on one of the couches that was facing the fireplace. Which of course was absolutely grande with a large elk head hanging above it.
“Let us talk of how you are.” She even had a butterfly drawn on her face! Talk about obsessions.
“I’m quite well. Note my smiling face! My cousin has come to visit me for these next few weeks and I couldn’t be happier.” Smiling as I began looking around the room. Now where is this fat old man that she married and killed her bear! And who also punched her in the stomach.
“I do! Has Emperor Peter also had something to do with this?”
“He has been sweet.”
“Oh. At heart, that is him. You know, as a young boy, Peter would run to his mother, holding aloft a picture he’d drawn or a boat fashioned from leaves, his eyes and words begging for approbation for love. And she would level a gaze at him and hold him in it, and he would fall silent and go so still. And then tears would run from his eyes, and his whole body would begin shaking uncontrollably, and urine would pool at his feet...it was a curious phenomenon.” Catherine and I shared the same facial expression as Elizabeth finished her story to us about Peter. So obviously he wasn’t an old man as I thought and was just a grown child who can’t stand the thought of someone not loving him. Have I made the correct character judgment through his own Aunt? Yes.
“Why would she do that?” Catherine asked as I was also intrigued.
“Everyone has their thing. Hers was cruelty. So I’m asking for some forgiveness, some empathy, from one I can tell is filled with both.” So he’s just a messed up King with mamma and papa issues. Quite ordinary in the monarchs. We began watching Elizabeth playing with her butterflies as a servant offered me a tray of tiny glasses of vodka. Taking one, drinking it then placing it back on the tray. A snap came from Elizabeth as I noticed a butterfly then landed on her finger.
“That is incredible.” I commented as she looked at me.
“Indeed.” Elizabeth went into her own world as Catherine moved herself towards me.
“Ready to meet him?” She asked as I shook my head.
“Non..Non Catherine.” Grabbing my hand for us to start walking towards him. Pushing past all the dancers as I stood a few inches behind her.
“Good evening husband!” Her husband was with another man as I looked down to see he’s in a skirt? They both turned towards her as he had no interest in speaking to us.
“Empress.” He took a sip of his wine as his eyes drifted away from us. Why is he wearing a skirt?
“You look marvelous! And your skirt, it is very pretty.” Why is Catherine kissing her own husband's ass? What woman needs to kiss her own husband's ass! He turned towards us as he flashed himself. Luckily it was all covered.
“Thanks. It also allows one’s cock to swing free in the air. It’s marvelous. Old Madam Bolzoi whipped it up.”
“It’s genius. I apologize if I have been sour face lately. I had my blood in, and you know how that goes..Rrrr.” An excuse that is older than time itself. But usually works because men think they're always being over dramatic during our blood. When in reality they are just horrid creatures.
“Oh, right. I see. Well that explains much.”
“But I feel much restored.” I haven’t seen this much ass kissing since Peter was kissing Jesus’ ass.
“Who the hell are you?” His eyes drifted towards me as I took a step forward.
“My dear husband is my cousin Duchess Chiara of Italy.”
“Emperor.” Bowing in front of him as I then held up myself strong and ready to take on this madman.
“It is truly an honor to be invited here to stay in your breath taking palace. I bring gifts from my home being a beautiful batch of sweet and bitter red wines. In gratitude for letting me stay in your home.” Turning towards the door as about six barrels of wine entered the room as everyone began cheering.
“I hope you enjoy them as a sign of peace from Italy.” Smiling as I knew Catherine would enjoy that little show. Have to make sure the Emperor doesn’t see me as a threat and the goal was achieved.
“God you are stunning. Grigor doesn’t she make your cock hard?” My eyes widened at his statement as all I could do was just stand there.
“Extremely.” He shook his head as I wanted to shoot him. Back home if I was to be talked to like this, the men would be beating the life out of him. I promise you that’s exactly how that happens. My sister was once insulted by an Austrian diplomat..and let’s just say he ended up floating in the Adriatic sea the next morning.
“Tell me, great Emperor. What is the nature of this lively banquet? I've yet to catch up with the issues of Russia.” Everytime I open my mouth up to him, I can feel my skin twisting in regret and my tongue wanting to stop waggling.
“We are honoring some of our wounded who finally won a battle for us against Sweden. Poor fucking guys.” Catherine and I turned our heads to see them in the corner of the room.
“No eyes that one. To never see a naked women or a deer in full fucking fight again. Still, he may fuck ugly women and be happy now.” I’ve never wanted to slap someone so hard in the face!
“Huzzah!” Catherine cheered as she looked completely uncomftorable.
“Let us dance!” Swinging Catherine onto the dance floor as I took a few steps back into the crowd. Grigor I believe his name stood closely beside me as I noticed he was looking at me.
“My apologies Duchess. I did not mean anything by what I said towards you.” Stopping the waving of my fan to face him.
“The right hand man of the Emperor yes?” Asking him as we faced each other.
“Grigor Dymov at your service.” He bowed as I turned off my fake smile.
“I have no service for someone like you. The Emperor's right hand man who kisses his ass so much that shit must be stuck in your ears. I would pity you but being married to the Emporers would be whore. Now that is just..sad. Excuse me.” Walking away from him as I turned my head slightly to see that he was in utter shock.
We walked into the dinning room after the so called dance that her dellusionaly husband made her do as if they were drunk. Catherine and I entered the dining room as The Emperor kicked some sort of General out of his chair as he then moved Elizabeth out of her seat down one more.
“The fat ass gladly gave up his seat. As no Duchess shall be seating with the court members. Greedy fucks.” Peter laughed as I smiled at him. What a rude bastard. But not completely wrong about the people of court.
“Thank you Emperor.” Sitting down as one of the servants pushed my chair in. There were three glasses that sat in front of me at the table. One was filled with wine, another water, then finally a massive one filled with vodka.
A dish appeared at me that looked like some sort of dumpling dish with a side of red..pasty soup? Grabbing my spoon as I poked it as it was meat? Beets? Both? Dipping my spoon into the soup as it tasted..well. The beets were very spiced with a hint of vinegar. The meat was especially spiced but has a sweet after taste. Interesting.
From what I gathered about the Emporer. He’s literally a child that requires all the attention and love from every interaction he has with a person. Which doesn’t come as a surprise due to the fact that the Duke in Sardinia acted just like him, but he ended up jumping into the sea as he learned no one truly loved him. So once Peter realizes that no one truly loves him, maybe he’ll jump into the mouth of a Tiger.
“Tell me Dear. I hope you’re here to bring Catherine happiness. And not here to start trouble between the both of them.” Her Aunt Elizabeth asked me as I took a sip of my water.
“Well. When I received her letter about what happened between them..the bear and the punching. I care about her as if she was my own sister. All I’m here for is her happiness.” A butterfly landed on my nose which made her giggle.
“They see a good soul in you and love it. I hope that you feel welcomed to our home, and it was a good idea bringing wine as a gift. Peter loves his alcohol.” She giggled as I looked down to my nose so watch the butterfly crawl around the tip of it.
“Bring in those Swedish heads!” What? Is that code for a dessert? A servant took away my plate of food that I didn’t even finish yet as I noticed a tray was coming in that had hair on it?
“We will eat dessert under their beady gaze!” Peter giggled as a tray was placed in front of me that..had a Swedish head on it..
God please forgive me.
My stomach turned into knots as I felt the little dinner I had was making its way back up through my throat. Catherine and I looked at each other in disgust as I wanted to run from the room, get on my horse and ride home. Now I see..A coup sounds like a wonderful idea.
The pudding or whatever it was looked delicious but..I can’t..The vomit went into my mouth but I swallowed it back down then drinking my entire glass of water. Just breath Chiara and it will be almost over.
“You rude fucker!” Peter yelled as he lifted his head up to look at his face. Standing up as he began digging his finger into the head.
“Everyone! Poke their fucking eyes out!” He looked so proud of himself! Everyone excluding Catherine and I just sat there as the sound of squishing and eyeballs falling onto the trays filled my heads.
“If you don’t he’ll kill you.” She whispered standing up with the man's head. Doing the sign of the cross as I stood up to lift his head.
“Mi Dispiace. Possa Dio avere pietà della tua anima.” Catherine turned her head as I felt my eyes watering. A single tear fell as I dug my fingers into the first eye. The squishing, blood beginning to drip down my arm as the first eye popped out.
“HUZZAH! DEATH TO THE SWEDISH!” Peter yelled as everyone cheered, drinking their vodka and smashing the glasses onto the floor. Dropping the head onto the tray as everyone began leaving the dining room. My right hand was covered in blood as my toes curled up in my heels from the sight.
The dry blood on my hands was something I couldn’t stop looking at. It’s not that I’ve never seen blood before in my life..but when it comes from..a soldier who probably didn’t even want to fight..I hope that God is merciful to them. They needed to be buried and given a chance to enter the gates of Heaven.
I couldn’t move for..I’m not quite sure how long at this point. Long enough that the servants came into the dinning room to start cleaning up. A woman with a large sack began dropping them into a burlap sack.
“What will you do with them?” Asking the women as she looked up at me.
“Burn them.” No..no. They do not deserve to be burned. Catherine came into the room as I stood up and wanted to scream.
“I’m a Catholic...you’re an Orthodox..we both know their souls can not be saved..but they deserve some sort of burial. Is there a priest in this wretched palace?” She looked upon the dining room then walked over to the servant and then over to me.
“Let them gather the heads and we’ll go speak to the Bishop.” The servant handed us the sack of heads as we began carrying them down the hall as she led me to the Bishops room. It was much heavier than I thought it would be. Never thought I would be thinking a bag of decapitated heads would be heavy! Knocking on the door as he flung it open in annoyance of being distrubed.
“We need you to give these a Christian burial.” SHe ordered as I opened the bag so he could see the horrors of war.
“I can only do a whole body.” He was about to shut the door but I believe the faces that were displayed on Catherines and my face weren't going to take no as an answer. I will send a rider to the Vatican if I have to in order for them to have some sort of entering the gates of heaven.
“I could bless them.” The Bishop told us as I nodded in acceptance of the deal.
A pound of thunder rang out as the heads were gently placed into the hole in the ground. Hard cold rain poured down upon us for Catherine and I to hold hands. We watched as the dirt was beginning to pile on top of their heads. I grabbed my rosary that I wore around my neck for my fingers to hold my cross. The Bishop went on reading from the bible as I softly spoke my own prayer.
“Il Signore ti benedica e ti mantenga, mostrarti la sua faccia e abbi pietà di te. Volse lo sguardo verso di te e ti dava pace. Il Signore ti benedica…..Amen.” Finishing my prayer for the Bishop finished his prayer as he left Catherine and I out in the rain.
“I want to rip the crown off his head myself.” Blurting out as Catherine turned her heads towards me.
“A Coup d'état..sounds like a magnificent plan..”
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Peonies Chapter 2
Okay so this is a long chapter and we’re finally getting into more Chiara x Grigor. No it’s not what you think but I know you’ll be enjoying what I’ve written hopefully. Don’t worry there will be
Also. For those who read my other stories. Those who are not aware Chapter Four of Wildest Notes (The Gardner one) has been uploaded. For those who are curious.
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Life of a Duchess consists of balls, tea parties, making under the table deals for the country, and then an occasional outing. Life for me..it is..well.. Different. Obviously. I mean I dropped everything to now help Catherine stage a Coup against her own husband. But I’m still trying to manage my habits so I don’t lose them, even all the way out here.
My morning always begins at seven a.m. Fernanda is to come into the rooms and open the curtains whether the sunshine is glaring into my room or it’s a cloudy day. Then after waking up I’m treated to a warm breakfast. Honestly I’m not quite sure what exactly is a Russian breakfast because I’ve never had it.
Fernanda came into the bedroom as I was rubbing my eyes to adjust to the light. Doing a few neck stretches then plopping my arms and my legs as my hair fell in my face. To think only a few nights ago we were burying heads in the dirt and now we’re writing drafts on some sort of constitution. She placed the breakfast tray right in front of me then revealed breakfast. What looked like porridge that had raspberries on top of them, some bacon and dumplings?
“What is this?” Crossing my legs as I lifted one of the dumplings to my nose. Smelled very sweet for a dumpling.
“They call it vareniki I think. It’s a dumpling and they tasted good when we had them for dinner last night. I promise I wouldn’t let them serve you anything you wouldn’t like.” She stood next to me as I handed her one of the raspberries from on top of the porridge.
“Is Catherine awake yet by chance?” Asking her as she finished the raspberry.
“I’m not quite sure. I can go check for you.”
“It's not too urgent yet. I just need to know when she’s wanting to have our meetings. If you happen to see her maid, send her my way. Oh! I need a sabre coach if you could keep an eye on Hernán. He’s coming sometime today and I would rather him see a familiar face than one of the ladies.” She nodded as I took my spoon into the porridge. Eh. It’s alright. Makes me miss the cooking of Chef Columbus.
After breakfast I am to get dressed for the day which is usually my black pants, my brown and black boots, and my white button up shirt. Makes the life of Fernanda and I extremely simple because there’s no buttons or corsets. In addition. It’s either braided hairstyles or just flopping down due to the fact those big hairstyles hurt my head.
“She’s awake and already has some sort of Count in her chambers.” Fernanda told me as I finished placing my hair in a braid. I then grabbed my cross necklace as I stared into the vanity mirror before me.
The words of Catherine talking about Grigor after the funeral keep bouncing around in my head. If he’s an advisor he must have some sort of genius inside his head. But when you’re supposed to be an advisor or friends with someone like Peter, you lose sight of what your potential is. He is quite loyal for starters and he studied alongside Peter the Great from what I’ve been told. So..there was so much potential that is in Grigor..just needs to be pushed. Extremely hard. But don’t think I’ve pushed aside his little comment on my first night here.
He is extremely attractive..I mean he’s tall, has beautiful green forest of eyes..maybe this is just sexual tension. I mean me having some sort of dream last night about him is sexual desire then I’m guilty. Even if I want to slap him across the face due to the comment from last night. Grigor is definitely one I would have molded into clay to have in my room.
I’ll figure him out later. Getting up from the bench as I began twirling the cross for my walk towards Catherines apartment. If I knew we were going to stage a coup I would’ve brought my books and a trunk full of papers and pens.
When I made it to the entrance of the apartment. The young man was standing at the entrance as I smiled at him.
“Duchess Chiara to see Empress Catherine.” Smiling at him as they opened the door as I was led into her apartment.
“Catherine! Coming in!” I yelled as she was sitting on the floor as she was talking with Count Orlov. Did she finally convince him? I’m going to assume so because the amount of pamphlets and books that were scattered around the room means they’re trying to start a draft of something.
“Ah Count Orlov. Do you remember my cousin Duchess Chiara?” Waving to him as I noticed she was barefoot. Genius Catherine. Slipping off my boots as I tiptoed across her pamphlets to sit down across from her.
“Does she?” He was going to ask the question but I nodded. Alright let me see what she’s got scattered across in her room. Dierdot, Kant, and even some Plato. Wow. We’re really trying to do a book club/Coup. Not that I don’t find the words of Plato interesting but...what person is wanting to listen to Plato when trying to change a country?
“Ah yes. So I’ve written a 74 page treatise that should really get the people behind us on your ideals.”
“74 pages?” Asking him as I was in shook. A little over stepping it wouldn’t you say? Do they not realize this is for the people and anything over at least two pages will make them lose interest.
“I thought perhaps some Montaigne.”
“I got stuck on Machiavelli. Read in the French translation he says the ends justify the means. But in the original Italian he merely asks..” Marial dropped the entire tray of tea cups as we all looked up at her.
“Oh sorry. I was holding..holding that tray...and then I fell asleep listening to you both! Is this a coup or a fucking book club?”
“She’s right Catherine. Remember what kind of environment you’re trying to rule. Most of these people don’t know how to read and write. So if we go on beginning to quote great men then why even stage a coup. We have to be original and sound like we truly care about them.” Catherine sighed as she got up from the ground to start walking back and forth. I crawled over to help Marial clean up all the broken tea cups.
“Why do we not just kill him?” I love Marials enthusiasm of trying to get rid of Peter but killing him literally will not solve anything if we don’t have a good backbone of support and ideals.
“Too messy. Anyways if we kill an Emperor, they will tie Catherine up by her toes and beat her with the blunt heads of pistols.” Marial sighed as she stopped picking up the cracked tea cups.
“Next time he is on you, stab him in the face. In the back, Orlo cuts his throat, and then you are empress, and I am Lady Marial. The end.” Ah! It all makes sense now! How intelligent. They won’t kill them all in an instant.
“But it..it is not so simple.” Sadly it isn't and Count Orlo is right. They will get shot and I’m not in the most chipperest of moods to lose my favorite cousin!
“The two most important things in any country is the main religion and the military. If you could at least get one of the two backing Catherine, you’re golden. Although they’re both extremely popular to everyone, I’d say get the military behind you Catherine. Fire scares more people than any man in the sky.” Forgive me God but I’m only trying to help.
“We need the church to ratify her to the whole of Russia from the pulpit after, so they must support her.” Orlo pointed out as I nodded in agreement. Both are important to Governments damn it.
“Not to mention if Ivan is alive, we need a sympathetic military for if we kill him before that is all in place, then the military and others may get behind Ivan, and run over Catherine in the process.” Whose Ivan?
“No one even knows where Ivan is.” Again who is Ivan?
“Who is Ivan?” Catherine and I both asked.
“Ivan is Peter’s half-brother, bastard son to Peter the Great. His supporters tried to take the throne after Peter first came to power.” Buffa. If there’s a half son we will be royally screwed! And if they do find this Ivan we’re even more screwed! Not that I can get involved when the coup finally happens but I’m here to give it a good push.
“I will find out where he is?” Now we’re doing a ghost hunt. What a fun time!
“How?” Count Orlo asked as we all looked upon Catherine.
“Cleverly.”
“I suspect we need a year to get our pamphlets just right.” A year? Mamma mia at this point I’d rather watch paint dry!
“It’s no wonder you never fuck anyone.” My eyes widened as I got up from the floor to sit on Catherine's bed.
“You..you cannot speak to me like that!”
“Because I am a serf?”
“Because it’s rude.” A throat laugh began as I covered my mouth with my hand. Looking at the door as some strange man came walking into the room with a book in his hand! Oh shit!
“How dare you! You just walk into my chambers sir!” My hand was slithering down to my left leg as I kept a dagger there. Tell me we already don’t have a spy.
“I would have ridden, but my horse has trouble with stairs.” Smart ass.
“Empress?” EVEN BIGGER OH SHIT! Standing up from the bed as I rapidly walked to stand next to Catherine.
“Orlo, what are you doing here?”
“He brought us some books. I left mine back home.” Chiming in as I waved at the Empress.
“I...uh..thought the Duchess and Empress would be interested..”
“Oh God you’re dull. Get out!” I thought he was being somewhat helpful.
“Sir.”
“If you’ll excuse me Catherine.” Slipping out with Marial as we turned the corner but tried to listen in on what was going on.
He’s giving her a lover? And is the name Leo..and has a big loch? It was either loch or cock but I sadly couldn’t hear what he said. Though he was loud sadly it was a little mumbled. He walked past us as I stared at the wall. Catherine came walking out from the bedroom as the three of us followed her.
“Is that your lover?” Asking her as she rolled her eyes.
“Sadly.” How can that be sadly because wow he’s a beautiful dessert.
“Catherine..he’s extremely good looking. I think I would have a sculpture molded from his face at home.” He would look quite beautiful right next to Da Vinci. Seems appropriate wouldn’t you think? Grigors sculpture would be on the left of Da Vinci if I lived in a perfect will.
“It is disgusting that he would just give me a lover, like I am an animal to be serviced.” Looking up to Count Orlo who had no idea what to even say in this conversation.
“You would be serviced well. He’s a Voronsky, they are well-known lovers.” I zoned out for a second till Orlo started panicking in front of us. Does he really think that Peter noticed all the pamphlets? He gives him more credit than he deserves because he doesn’t even know Catherine. He thinks of her as some dumb wife at the moment and she’s from Europe. Makes her quite the bookworm.
“Fuck fuck fuck! The very week we start our adventure, Peter gifts you a man!” He slammed down everything on the table as the three of us watched him panic.
“He’s well known to insert spies into situations because he’s paranoid that no one truly likes him. It’s something common he does oh fuck! Maybe he knows! And I was there and we had pamphlets about Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ!” Approaching him as I gripped his shoulders.
“Count Orlo will you please take one second and just breath!” Yelling as he stopped panicking and took in a very deep breath in.
“Orlo will it make you feel better if I give him back?” Catherine asked him as he slightly nodded.
“How? He’s Peter's gift.” I mean giving back a gift is a whole new world of being a giant dick.
“Cleverly.” A boy came into the room and got everyone to stop talking.
“Empress, you wanted to know when the dresses for the ladies’ tea arrived.” There’s no way they came in that quickly! We’ve got some fast fingers in our midst! Catherine and I smirked at each other as we began to walk off.
“What dresses?” Marial asked as Catherine and I smirked.
“Just wait and see!” Telling her as we linked arms to start walking out of her apartment.
“Do you think this plan will work?” I asked Catherine as we hurried towards The Ladies tea room. What’s the best way you can get back at a woman besides being a gossiping old lady like them? Their appearance. Women of the court need to look their best constantly and if you destroy their image by one minor miscommunication. You bring down their entire existence.
“Oh yes. Vlad. Have some tea ready for us when we get down there.” Catherine told him as we hurried into the tea room.
“What colors did you make the dress?” I asked her as she smirked.
“This extremely ugly green and purple. It's all the rage in Europe.” Ah yes I forgot they are.
The wives were already gasping and filled with excitement for the new dresses as we walked over to the small tea table for us. I’m much more of a coffee person but I will dabble in tea of course. We sat down as I poured her the tea for the show to begin. We’re supposed to keep our eye on the stripped one that should be THERE IT IS!
Watching the dress being bounced around as I took a sip of my tea waiting for someone to take a nice hold of it. That being The Lady that has the horse's face grabbed a hold of it as she held it up against her. She was smiling like an idiot as she turned towards Catherine and I.
“Empress, do you like it?” Oh my god if I don’t drink my tea I will die of laughter.
“Mhm. It looks marvelous.”
“Truly wonderful colors mixing together.” Trying to be nice to the horse is extremely harder than it looks.
“You will stand out.” In more ways than one. The face she placed on her horse face was a fake smile and she’s wearing far too much makeup.
“As I always do.” I might throw up because of this conversation. She took the dress with her as we both looked at each other to give ourselves a little cheer. Fernanda came into the room as she was walking straight towards me. She leaned down towards my ear as I was told that Hernán had arrived.
“Catherine I know you’ll be greeting the Generals. But my instructor has arrived and I do need to have my lessons.” Telling her as she nodded. We stood up as she stopped me to ask questions.
“What lesson?” Catherine asked as I smiled.
“Fencing, sabres, and actual sword fighting. Oh is there an empty hall that I may use” Asking her as she thought for a moment.
“I’ll arrange the music hall to be yours. For as long as you need.” Perfect.
“Thank you Catherine. Come by if you need me.” Fernanda and I left the tea room.
My instructor was a day behind when I left Trento due to the fact this was a last second decision. Luckily he’s made it and I can get back into the habit of training with swords and sabres. I also owe Catherine a big thank you due to the fact that she’s letting me train in the music hall. PlusI imagine no one is going to be playing Handel or Arcangelo Corelli.
Two of the servants followed me into the music hall as I was standing in an empty room. Guess he’s getting comfortable in his room. The servants placed down the trunk as I popped it open to look at my gear. How I have surely missed this.
“Ah Duchess Chiara!” He yelled as I raised my head up from my fencing trunk.
“Hernán Gil! Glad that you could make it to Russia extremely last second.” Placing my foot on the stool to fix my left boot.
“Of course. Anything to get out of Palma. Hopefully you haven’t lost your touch with a sabre Dear Duchess.” He swung his sabre sword around in front of him as I put my foot down then into my fencing trunk.
“Have I ever lost my touch?” Pulling my sabre out to do a few little tricks before we got into our positions. Standing across from one another with my left foot back and my right foot ancy ready to go.
“Vamos!” He came swinging as I blocked his attack then swinging it around to then smack the sabre on his arm.
“Excellent!” He cheered as I took in a deep breath as both Hernán and I got into our standing positions.
“Vamos!” Our blades instantly met as I spun my wrist trying to knock his sabre out of his hand. But he took a step back to try to aim for my head but I held my sabre horizontally to block his attack. He took a step back then swiftly smacked the sword against my shoulder. Cursing under my breath as I shook my head.
“Cheap shot.” I laughed as we got back into our positions.
“Vamos!” Raising my sabre as I tried to aim for his shoulder out of the corner of my eye Grigor came into the room to watch. That was a quick meet and greet from the Generals. Thought it would last a lot longer.
All I could pay attention to was the fact that Grigor was just waiting for one of us to win so he could do something. What does he want? Blocking his outside attack to then move my sabre right into his chest.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Taking off my mask as I was beginning to fix my gloves. Grigor shook his head as he approached me and looked like he had something stuck up his own ass.
“You think strolling into the palace and our first introduction being a little bitch was something adorable?” Someone’s wife just got screwed. But not by his own cock. Does he not remember how that conversation started? Because I remember him saying that I was able to make his cock hard after my introduction to the Emperor. Most women would find that flattering, I find it repulsive.
“Not adorable. I believe they call it an honest chap who calls you out on your wrong doings. Hernán if you want to take a break go for it. You’ve had a long journey.” Turning my attention completely on Grigor as Hernán left the room. Grigor marched towards me as I stood there watching this poor excuse of a man try to act as if he was a top bitch. Poor men like him make me sigh and want to drink for them.
“Are you trying to intimidate me?” When he got a little close for comfort I stuck out my sabre to aim it directly in the middle of his chest.
“Trust me. You don’t want to get any closer.”
“You think you’re flimsy little sword scares me? It’s fake.” He pushed it away as I hit him in the shoulder with it.
“Ouch!” He grabbed his arm to then march towards me with all of his wrath showing. Smacking him on his leg which caused him to yelp in pain.
“I should have the guards whip you!” I would love him to try and have one of the guards lay a finger on me. Oh how I would love it!
“Grigor. I warn you. IF you think Russian women are crazy, you wouldn’t last a minute back in Italy. We women use our fist and words to solve our problems. Instead of whispers and tea parties like your wife.” He reached down for one of the fencing swords as if he was going to stab me.
“Go ahead. Do you think you scare me? Catherine told me everything about you. You let the Emperor eat fruit out of your own wife’s cunt. If you let the Emperor walk all over you like that, then why would I let you try to intimidate me. You even threatened to have guards sent after me instead of dealing it yourself.” My sabre lashed towards the fencing sword of mine to knock it out of his hands.
“Besides. You can’t lay one finger on my body. If one scar is placed on my body from you, the guards, or Peter himself. Italy joins the Swedish and we run over your little shit hole of a palace. Then I place my own private home in St. Petersburg and have you wash the floors.” The tip of my blade was underneath his chin as he kept a straight face.
“I don’t like making threats but when you come storming in here expecting me to bend over to kiss your ass. A position you're familiar with obviously. But when you threaten to have the guards whip me well.” Grigor began storming off as I followed him very close.
“Tell me Grigor. Do you wish this kind of life for yourself?” He kept shaking his head as I was trying to talk to him.
“To allow some man child rule over such a beautiful country!” Halting in front of me to turn his heel sharply.
“He’s not a man child!” He growled as he turned towards me.
“And you’re a dumb ass. We can be doing this all day.”
“What do you want?”
“You approached me Grigor! I was quite content having my fencing lessons then you came waltzing in here expecting an apology. To quote my mother when I argue with my brothers from home. Ladies are not allowed to start fights, but we are surely allowed to finish them.” Grabbing his collar to pull him closer to me.
“For once be a man and solve your own problems instead of cowering under the fucking bed.” Grigor's eyes widened at my statement as we just kind of stared at each other. I noticed that both my and Grigors bottom lips were shaking a little bit. Biting it to stop it twitching as I let go of him.
“Forgive me. I can be..quite..of a dick when it comes to my passions.” Taking a step back as my throat gets dry.
“I am too. Perhaps we both got off on the wrong foot with each other.” I placed down my sabre to rub my hands together.
“Perhaps we did. After hearing what Catherine was doing through and Peter punching her in the stomach. I was sort of mad at the world and everyone in it.”
“And with my wife..constantly sleeping with the Emperor. I’m sort of not in the right place with myself. May I reintroduce myself.” Grigor finished as I slightly smiled at him.
“You may.”
“Grigor Dymov.” He bowed as I was going to play along.
“Duchess Chiara of Trento.” Holding out my hand for him to place a kiss on it.
A quite refreshing restart.
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