#Prince James x reader
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♡ this isn't really in line with canon but if possible could you do something along the lines of a reader from wonderland who now lives in the enchanted forest gets imprisoned by the Castle guards for trespassing and Prince James decides to make her his servant, he isn't exactly very nice and is annoying and rude at first but over time he grows on her and she eventually enjoys being in the castle and helping him (kinda like the rumplestilskin and belle situation). He doesn't really know this and thinks that she would escape if she ever had the chance. Snow White and co end up in the castle for some reason and they free the prisoners before they flee but reader decides to stay because she doesn't want to leave james. Meanwhile james saw the whole interaction with snow and saw that reader freely choose him and he asks why and that's when she confesses that she loves him but she understands that she 'isn't worthy' of a Prince and that she's just happy to be allowed in the castle as a servant and then James is like wtf no I love you too and then fluffy ending
Sorry this is very long even just something in the general lines of that would be great if you are comfortable writing it of course! 😊🥀
Hysteria(Prince James)
Paring: prince James x Fm!Reader
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“Father, What’s going on?” Jame asked, walking down into the dungeon. He watched the two guards he knew all too well throw a girl into one of the cells. His blue eyes glanced back at his father then back at the girl.
“Please, you don't understand” Y/n pleaded as she gripped the bars in her hands and stared at the king and prince with pleading eyes. Her wishes fell on deaf ears and King George turned back to his son. “She was trespassing on the grounds” King George explained and handed Jams a small bottle that contained a green liquid. “She had this on her”
“Poison?” James asked, he held up the bottle and glanced at the spell. He held it in his palm and stared at the girl behind bars.
“No! That’s not what it does” Y/n said, her voice was laced with fear and her hands gripped the bars of the cell tighter. Tears pricked her eyes as fear consumed her. “It wasn’t my intention to use it on your kingdom, it's not that kinda spell!”
“Silence!” George snapped and turned back to his son. “Keep that with you, don't let it out of your sight”
James tossed it up then caught it in his hand in a cocky way. He nodded towards Y/n. “What about her?”
“She was trespassing on our land and who knows what she was going to do with that thing” George said, looking down at the green bottle in James' hand. James chuckled and shook his head in a condescending manner. “Father, everyone is innocent till proven guilty” he said in a way that wasn’t believable, in almost a sarcastic way.
Their eyes met for the first time, his cold blue eyes stared into hers. y/n used to think you can tell alot about a person by the emotion in their eyes. When y/n looked into his eyes, she saw hate and loathing, like he's been on his high horse for too long and the kingdom stroked his ego for too long.
James sighed and turned to his father. “Let her go”
y/n looked at the prince and pure shock and King George looked at him with disappointment. “Jam-” James held up his gloved hand, interrupting his father. “She’s still a prisoner here, she’ll work off her sentence”
“So im just to stay locked in here as your slave?” she said, her voice cracking. James rolled his eyes and rested his hand on the sword on his belt. “Would you rather rot down here?”
King George rolled his eyes and let out a scowl of disapproval then left the dungeon.
“Guards!” James snapped and held out his hand, the guard immediately moved as commanded and silently placed the key in the palm of James' hand. y/n took a big step back away from the bars of the cell, her back pressing against the cement wall. The creaking of the cell opening stung her ears and she pressed her back further against the wall to get as much space between her and James as possible.
James tossed the key up then caught it as he walked into the cell. He approached her, his cold blue eyes never leaving her trembling body. She looked down, refusing to meet his gaze. He grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, making her look up at him. “your luck I had mercy on you”
--( week 1)--
“You will clean and polish this table and everything in this room” George ordered. He pointed at the huge table in the middle of the room then all the cabinets with fine china and goblets. He left without a word and slammed the door closed. I sighed and got to work. The table was huge and took forever to clean. About 40 minutes later I moved over to the cabinets to clean all the china that was in there. As I turned my back and climbed the ladder the door swung open and James came in, carelessly threw his muddy bag and sword on the table. I sighed and climbed down from the ladder I was using. “I just cleaned that”
He turned around smirking. “Not my problem, your here to work and clean”
I jumped from the ladder, gritting my teeth at him. “I don't pick up after selfish little princes”
James rolled his eyes.”you do now” he left with that stupid smirk on his face.
--( week 2)--
“servant, bring us some tea” George shouted over his shoulder. I sighed, putting my cleaning rag down and walked away from the displayed armor I was cleaning. George didn’t have the respect or decency to even look at me when he ordered stuff.
I brought a tray of cups and the tea kettle and set it on the table, as I did James pulled a rough looking sketch pad out of the pocket of my apron. “What's this?”
I jerked back and looked at James with my eyes bugged out as he flipped through the pages. George snatched it out of his hands. “What is this?”
“Just a sketch pad, your majesty”
“You're a prisoner here, a worker, what made you think you can have a material thing such as this?”
James rolled his eyes. “Come on father, there’s very little things she can intertan herself with other than cleaning”
George stood up and threw it in fire, I stood there with my heart pounding. I felt defenses because I knew if I fought back I'd get thrown back in the dungeons.
James even looked surprised. He raised an eyebrow, clearing his throat “father-”
“James, your need in the great hall, servant clean and brush the horses in the stables” George cut off James and ordered us around. I left without another word, tears pricking my eyes.
~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~
There was a knock on my door that night, I sighed and rubbed my face in frustration. My mind immediately went to James or George, I questioned what ridiculous task he'd want at this time of night. I opened the door and saw nothing. I peaked my head out into the hallway, looking both ways. Then I looked down and saw a basket, I knelt down and there was a new sketch pad and pencils, all it was sketching supplies. There was a card saying anonymous but I'd recognize that handwriting anywhere. It was James’
~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~
“What are you drawing?” James asked, I looked up from where I was sitting outside under a tree. James was in his silver armor and had his sword on his belt. It's been a week since I saw him last and he left for some sort of trip.
“What’s it to ya?” I asked, not looking up from the paper.
James smirked and just shook his head. “I'm just curious, that's all”
I rolled my eyes playfully and looked up at him. I leaned back against the tree and showed him the sketch. “There, you happy?
James smirked, I knew he was about ready to open his mouth. “No”
“Why?”
“Because it’s terrible” I grinned, I rolled my eyes and hurled the pad of paper at him. It hit the metal of his armor and he quickly caught it before it could fall on the grass. I rolled my eyes and immediately regretted my decision when he put it in his back pocket.
“Okay give it back”
He gave me a daring look. He chuckled and shook his head like he didn't believe I was gonna do something. I raised an eyebrow, telling him I was dead serious. He nodded with that stupid smirk on his face, he took his sword off his belt and threw it to the side. “Come and get it” he dared.
I stood up with a frustrated look and walked over to him, he took a step back holding the sketch pad behind his back. “Give back, you self centered…” I didn't finish my sentence and went to gabe the sketch pad. He quickly jerked back, keeping it away from me. He laughed and held it above his head, knowing I couldn't reach it. I groaned and jumped up, I grabbed it but James didn't let go, making us both tumble to the grass. James fell flat on his back, his armor clanking when I fell on top. I quickly sat up, straddling his hips and tried to grab the pad again. James laughed and toasted it near the tree I was leaning against moments before he decided to bug me. I glanced at and quickly climbed off of him to get it, James rolled over and grabbed my hips before you could get too far. He pushed me against the tree, trapping me. His actions might have been smooth and might even left a girl blushing, but his attempt was crushed when he tripped and fell forward.
“Whoa” I quickly grabbed his shoulders, keeping him from falling into me. He pressed his palms against the tree next to either side of my face. His blue eyes stared into mine and as pathetic as it might have sounded I felt a spark. He seemed so much calmer since the last time I saw him. Something in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
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“Clean the pool” George ordered, he passed by me and didn’t even have the decency to look me in the eyes. I rolled my eyes and put the basket of freshly washed sheets in James’ room like I was trying to do originally then went to the room where the pool was. I started cleaning it not realizing the scowl on my face until James walked in. “Why the long face?” he asked in his usual cocky tone.
“Don't you have anything better to do than bug me?” I asked, I didn't look up at him and continued to run the pool net through the water. James chuckled and sat on the edge of the pool, putting his feet in.
“You missed a spot” he smirked, pointing at the obviously clean pool. I rolled my eyes, ignoring him. “Don't you have something better to do than clean a pool that’s spotless?” he taunted.
“There's lots of things i’d rather be doing right now”
Without warning, James grabbed the pool net and with one tug I fell into the pool. I quickly resurfaced coughing. I was drenched and freezing from the pool water. I moved my soaking hair out of my face and glared at james. “You immature…egotistical child!” I snapped.
James knelt down next to the pool chuckling as he stared down at me in the pool. “I prefer charming, brave, and irresistible,” he said in a cockly tone.
“Of course you do you self centered bastard”
Not hurt by the jab, James rolled his eyes and offered his hand. “Okay, I've had my fun. Get out”
As I placed my hand in his and then I got an idea. Giving him a piece of his own medicine I pulled him forward, making him fall into the pool. He quickly popped back up to the surface, coughing. It was my turn to give him a cocky smirk, he quickly wiped the water out of his blue eyes and gave me an annoyed look. It wasn’t a look that shouted fear into my soul, part of me expected him to blow up at me, but he didn’t. “Your gonna get it now”
I quickly swam away, but he caught up to me. I turned around when he grabbed my arm and splashed him in the face. He coughed and let go and swam away laughing. He caught up to me again, this time grabbing me and pushed me against the side of the pool. My laughing slowly subsided when he got closer, leaving very little room between us. He placed his palms against the pool, caging me in. His blue eyes stared into mine, my heart pounded as he leaned his face closer to me. I looked down, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks, he held my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my face up. I could have ran if I wanted to and we both knew that, but I didn't want to push him away but there was a voice in my head telling me to see how this would play out.
“James!” George shouted, making James quickly pull away. I heard George apocing us and before he could see who James was with he hid me behind one of the small pliers that decorated the pool. I took a deep breath and sank into the water, holding on to james’ arm.
I looked up through the water and saw James wave off George and whatever he said was muffled by the water. James pulled me out seconds later, I gasped for air as James pushed my wet hair out of my face. “You’ll live”
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for the concern” I climbed out of the pool, not giving James a second glance. He stayed in the pool rolling his eyes. “Hey”
I turned around sighing, I expected a snide comment. He climbed out of the pool and grabbed his cloak, wrapping it around me. “Let's get you some dry clothes”
I looked at him with pure shock, he caught on. “Hey, I may be insufferable to be around but that doesnt mean im not a gentleman…if you havent noticed im the only one around here that treats you like a human bean”
That was true and I felt stupid for being so blind about it, he's the reason I haven't been rotating in that dungeon for a month and a half. I looked at him as we quietly walked down the huge hallway of the castle, he was still dripping wet and probably ice cold. I felt safe and treated well when he wrapped me in his cloak and made sure I was kept warm. He didn’t say anything and opened the door to his room for me. I quietly and nervously walked into his room. I wasn’t anything new that I was in here, especially since I was always cleaning and bringing him stuff in here.
“Set by the fire” he said, closing the door, he locked the door because George was known to walk in unannounced.
My teeth chattered as I sat down on the couch that was facing the fireplace. I pulled the cloak closer, but it didn’t help since it was soaked from just being wrapped around me.
“Here” James came up to me, taking the cloak and handing me some dry clothes. “I'll be in here till you're changed,” he said, pointing to his walk-in closet.
Once he left I quickly peeled off the soaking dress and apron that clung to my skin. I dried off with the towel he left me. I let out another shiver as I slowly started to warm up, I pulled the shirt over my head and adjusted the huge piece of fabric over my body. It was obviously James’, it gave me a huge amount of comfort I would have never expected and his scent clinged to it. I pulled the shirt down and curled up on the couch. I called out to James. “Im decent”
He came out and sat down next to me on the couch. The silence was getting to us I think, I cleared my throat. “Thank you…by the way”
“Your welcome” he said simply. I let out another shiver and pulled my hands into the sleeves of his black shirt. James didn’t hesitate to get up from the couch and feed the fire, after he put a few logs in and poked it a bit he sat down next to me this time closer. He hesitated for a moment, but then wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his warm embrace. My teeth chartered as I rested my head on his chest. He ran his hands up and down my back and arms.
Silence fell between us, the only noise was the fire cracking. Even though I was warmed up, I stayed in his arms.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Hm?” I asked, lifting my head from his chest.
James sighed, looking into my eyes as she spoke. “When my father brought you in, what was the bottle you had?”
I sighed, leaving his embrace. I leaned against the arm of the couch, looking up at him. “It was for a friend, he was injured and that was supposed to heal him”
“What’s your friend's name?”
“Jiminy”
James raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. “That cricket that hangs around my brother?”
I nodded then looked down, feeling disappointed in myself that I didn't get it to him in time. I didn’t even know if he was okay or not. James looked down, rubbing his hands together then he said something I would have never expected. “I'm sorry”
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“James!” I called out and ran through the halls of the castle. I heard crashes and things being knocked over. The sounds of sword blades scraping together filled my ears as I rounded the corner, as I knocked into someone. Before I could fall on my ass I was grabbed by my arms
“David?” I asked, confused.
“Y/n, why are you here?” He asked, as I pulled him to the side so the guards didn’t catch him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked back.
“Freeing some of our people George had locked in here an-” David stopped and looked at me with his head tilted. “You've been missing for two months, have you been here all this time?”
We heard the guards approaching, I covered David’s mouth and we hid behind one of the pillars. The guards passed and I removed my hands. “James and George have been keeping you here, haven't they?” David asked, concerned.
I looked David in the eyes, he had the same eyes as James but at the same time they were totally different. David’s may have been kinder and full of hope, but james’ eyes held something I wouldn't mind staring at forever. His eyes held a softness that he only showed when I was around.
An arrow whistle passed us, impaling a guard, he crumbled in front of us. We looked up and saw Snow. “Y/n!” She put her bow down and immediately pulled me into a hug. She pulled away and grabbed my hand, tugging. “Come on, we gotta go”
I didn’t move, Snow looked back confused. “What? What's wrong?”
“I…” I looked at them nervously “I can't go with you guys”
“Why?” Snow asked confused
“I can’t leave James,” I said firmly. I was surprised that even said it out loud.
A group of guards raced by us, making us duck away. “Aren't you being held prisoner”
“No - Mean yes!” I sighed and looked down. “James isn’t what he seems, he's changed… I could have left whenever I wanted” I admitted, I shrugged. “leaving would have been pretty easy hosntly”
David looked at me confused with his eyebrows knitted together. “But my broth-”
“I care about him..and if I have to spend the rest of my life as a stupid servant I will” I told Snow and David both. “If that's what it takes to just be around him…I will” I sighed “it's stupid I know”
Snow quickly shook her head and pulled me into a hug. “You love him…its not stupid at all”
David looked up and his eyes widened, I pulled away from Snow and we looked in David’s line of sight. James was standing there with his sword in hand, covered in armor.
It was the first time David and James have been face to face in a long time. “Hello, Brother”
Jmes turned to me and his blue eyes softened. He gulped and looked around nervously before looking back at me. “You are free to go…if you want”
I looked into his eyes, his blue eyes had a pleading look in them. I shook my head and looked down. “Is that what you want?” I looked back up at him with a longing expression.
“No!” he said quickly with a hint of softness in his voice. “I don’t care what our places are in this castle. You did something to me I would have never expected. I look at you and I want to be a better person, I look at you and all I know is that I love you”
I looked and his eyes didn’t hold its usual cockyness, he was completely sincere. His blue eyes glossed over and he pulled something out of his pocket. “Take this…and get far away if that's what you desire” he placed the green bottle that was taken from me the day I got here.
I wrapped my fist around the bottle and shook my head. “I'm not leaving you”
“Why?”
“Because I love you too” I turned to Snow, placing the bottle in her hand. “Make sure Jiminy gets this”
David sighed and stepped up to the both of us. “You guys are free to come with us,” he turned to James. “Have a chance to get away from all of this”
James looked down, he looked like he was at war with himself when it came to leaving. I've seen how he was treated here and George is to blame for James’ cruelty and his once cold heart. I took James' hand, looking at him. That was the first time I've seen him genuinely scared. I turned to David and Snow, answering for the both of us. “We’ll think about it..”
Snow smiled softly and hugged me again. “Well if you change your mind we set up came just outside of the village”
I pulled away from the hug and stared at the twins, they were standing in front of each other but refused to look each other in the eyes. They just didn’t know how to interact with each other. The four of us said our goodbyes and James led David and Snow out of the castle. As the couple vanished into the woods George came running up to us in a fit of rage. “Where did they go!”
James shrugged, giving his father the cold shoulder. “Got away…shame really” he lied, he grabbed my arm faking the aggression and cockness George was used to. “I'll take the prisoner back to the dungeon, the rest of them were set free”
“God Damnit!” as George shouted, James kept his grip on my bicep and pulled me away. Once we were out of George's line of sight his grip left my arm and his hand fell to mine, lacing his fingers with mine. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked down at me with a loving smile. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips.
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Poly!Cruella De Vil and James Nolan/Prince James x Reader || Headcanons
Plot: These two together totally skeeve me out but I just find them as a concept so amusing!! And I'm glad they found eachother XD So, poly relationship HC's are a must.
Warnings: These two are complete freaks. So there are nsfw themes throughout. Kinks include heavy Mommy Kink, James is her bestubbled 'Golden Boy', Pet Play mentions, domestic kinkiness (the way you all act is not just sexual at this point, it's just your dynamic), etc. Also obnoxiously cutesy nicknames like 'Jamesy-poo' XDD That's definitely a warning! And feelings, which sneak up on you (: By the time you realise, its too late XD
This was a blast XD
<3 <3 <3
Alright so Cruella is definitely!! in total control here. She's the Boss. The Dom. The Asmodeus to yours' and James' Fizz, to you Helluva Boss fans.
The Mommy of your little 'family', basically.
Then James is her 'Golden Boy'/naughty boy, and you are their sweet, sweet pet. So like, James is a little bit higher up in the procession of power then you, but not by much.
Often its her directing the two of you equally, but occasionally she'll ask James what he thinks they should do with you, or leave you two to 'play on your own'- and she makes it clear that Jamesy-Wamesy is in charge, while she's away.
"Sweetheart stay with darling Jamesey-poo, mommy has some work to do." - Cruella, whenever she has to go do some Evilness.
When you're cold its really a toss-up; Cruella may actually give you some furs to wear (This version of her really likes the idea of branding you~ ) or you might get James' jacket. His prince jacket! Ahh <3
Cruella may have you dressing like James eventually. She thinks its cute if her two playthings have a uniform.
If you'll remember, James left his old flame Jack to die at the top of the beanstalk, totally heartless- but let me tell you, Cruella has that man so whipped he wouldn't even think about doing that to her unless there was a HUGE pay out. You, he may consider abandoning. But one nasty look from her and he'll save your sweet ass like the prince he was groomed to be. He does love you (As much as he and Cruella can love at least), its just that (In the words of his Wiki Page) he's inherited 'King Georges lack of empathy and ruthless personality'.
You and Cruella watching James fight with David-
You: Oh god, which one's James??
Cruella: The ruggedly handsome one.
You: I- which one!? Who's winning?? Oh, ow! Who just got punched in the jaw?? Who's the one bleeding?
Cruella: Oh, you tell me! They look exactly the same, darling!
You: *deadpanned at her*
You and James have an odd relationship where you kinda argue a lot, when you're not being their obedient 'pet'. You're very snarky with each other and it makes Mommy Cruella roll her eyes- but she loves it. She loves being the 'favourite'.
Cruella, to David: Jimmy has always resented you for being the one that those horrible parents of yours kept...
You: ... ehhh, I don't think he's that deep actually. I think he's just sore he had the best sword lessons in the enchanted forest and still got killed by a Behemoth.
Cruella: Darling-
You: ... and also David got a castle. And people like him. and I don't know how identical they are under the clothes but I bet his dick is bigger, too, honestly.
Cruella: 🙄 Darling...
You: aM I wRoNg????
Cruella: *Sigh, turning back to David who's very understandably uncomfortable* My darlings are such a pain sometimes... anyway Sheriff Stubbles, where were we?
... You and James fight over Cruella often. Who gets to make her drinks, who gets to kiss her first, who gets to go down on her (You've been known to actually trip that asshole off the bed before and he has dragged you to the end of the bed and tied you to the bedpost before. All the while Cruella just sits there all pleased with herself~~ Maybe acting annoyed a little, but acting badly XD), etc.
That doesn't mean you two aren't very fond of each other, though. Its mostly fun, and foreplay (;
Cruella and James are both allowed to have 'fun' with other people (Whether that be actually going out and sleeping with others or just that- 'fun'. Like when Cruella pretended she though David was James and when James pretended to be David to kiss Snow), but let me be clear- you are not.
Cruella: Darling you're like our faithful Rottweiler, aren't you?? You would never hurt us like that. You could never be pleased by anyone else but us. Hm?
James: Yeah, and no one else would put up with you, either *eyeroll*
They don't actually do it very often though, mess around with others. They're both quite content with this relationship right here! Not that either of them would admit it.
<3 <3 <3
#OUAT Cruella De Vil#OUAT Prince James#OUAT James Nolan#Cruella De Vil x Reader x James Nolan#Cruella De Vil x Reader x Prince James#Headcanons#OUAT Cruella De Vil x Reader#Cruella De Vil x Reader#Prince James x Reader#James Nolan x Reader#OUAT Prince James x Reader#OUAT James Nolan x Reader
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〔𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴〕
Started: March 1st, 2024
Updated: March 1st, 2024
All my writings for Prince James - Once Upon a Time
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━MARCH 2023; susan's recs
LOCKWOOD&CO
knock knock. who's there? @klineinie
━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
a taste of normalcy @websterss
the stray from arif's @↑
everything @frogserotonin
marker mayhem @oblivious-idiot
no one else @vi-trying-to-survive
public displays @↑
the language of longing. looks and stolen glances @fleetingvow
at times like these @teaandransacking
out the window @givemea-dam-break
patch you up @↑
you left me @↑
anthony @↑
i know it hurts @warrenposts
love me, forever, always @klineinie
dancing with our hands tied @bloodcanbehot
i wish you would @↑
you talk too much @helloooofandoms
TOP GUN: MAVERICK
━━JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN
tiktok trouble @ultralightpoe
do you want me to lie, sir? @simpforrooster
the princess and the hangman @↑
howdy, darlin'; part2 @↑
━━BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW
daddy would say yes @roosterforme
GRISHAVERSE
━━KAZ BREKKER
six months @grimbanes
the king @magpiencrow
bejeweled @honeyfict
━━NIKOLAI LANTSOV
i want you to want me; part2 @sophierequests
the one you think about as you lie awake; part2 @↑
young royals @clairecrive
stars in the night @↑
currents @lantsovsupremacist
august @↑
sick & stubborn @fleurspun
healer’s duties @↑
the art of pretension @↑
speak up @prince-septimus
SPIDER-MAN
━━ANDREW!PETER PARKER
you're not peter parker; part2 @curseofaphrodite
coffee run @↑
caviar and cigarettes @↑
MARVEL
━━DRUIG
unrequired; part2 @givemea-dam-break
MARAUDERS ERA
━━JAMES POTTER
getaway car @curseofaphrodite
mortal enemies @↑
━━SIRIUS BLACK
collide @curseofaphrodite
━━REGULUS BLACK
drunk nights; part2 @curseofaphrodite
the door @↑
words unsaid @↑
the break-in; part2 @↑
wishes and a gift @↑
of monsters and men @↑
the best man @↑
tricks and charms @↑
THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA
━━PRINCE CASPIAN
my prince @heliads
OUTER BANKS
━━JJ MAYBANK
assigned seat @quin-ns
fiending for something, might just be a meaning @idcntlikedarkness
a visceral feeling, that i can never leave behind @↑
throw another stone at a glass house @↑
went out searching for an angel, then you came to me my darling @↑
━━RAFE CAMERON
whipped @mrsstarkey1
said you’re smoking less, and then you ashed it on your chest @idcntlikedarkness
this too shall pass @probably-writing-x
another? @↑
country club @a-aexotic
rafe defending pogue!reader @↑
no for one night stand @↑
i'd choose you over anyone @↑
cuddle buddies; part2 @fantasylandloser
tear-stained cheeks @sunraies
BULLET TRAIN
━━TANGERINE
safe house @quin-ns-moved
ÉLITE
━━GUZMÁN NUNIER
out of love; part2; part3; part4 @probably-writing-x
THE BEAR
━━CARMY BERZATTO
the way to his heart; part2 @adore-laur
little by little @↑
#susan's recs#fics recs#anthony lockwood x reader#jake 'hangman' seresin x reader#bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader#kaz brekker x reader#nikolai lantsov x reader#andrew!peter parker x reader#druig x reader#james potter x reader#sirius black x reader#regulus black x reader#prince caspian x reader#jj maybank x reader#rafe cameron x reader#tangerine x reader#guzmán nunier x reader#carmy berzatto x reader
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Clingy Baby collection masterlist
a collection of varying muses labeling Reader as "clingy".
mostly hurt and comfort, some angst
some sequels are being fleshed out
got another idea for being clingy? lemme hear it!
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God's Plan
your boyfriend carries the worst parts of his job home, bringing to life one of your deepest-seeded insecurities.
>>> or when a fight breaks out with your boyfriend, you're called clingy to your face.
pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader
word count: 3.1k+
fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear
🎭 drama
🥺 hurt 🚫 no REAL comfort
🙊 general language and content warning
🍄 toxic relationship
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Two to Tango
the aftermath of Carmy's words seem to rattle him more than you.
word count: 5.4k+
🎭 drama
❤️🩹 hurt and comfort
💔 small angst
🧸 small fluff
☠️ discussion of deceased family member
🙊 general language and content warning
💣 relationship angst
🔏 barely edited
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Curiosity Killed The Cat
few weeks after rescuing you from a kidnapper, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become.
>>> or you overhear your boyfriend call you clingy to his friends.
pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x female!reader
word count: 5.1k+
fandom masterlist: Marvel
🎭 drama
❤️🩹 hurt and comfort
🦋 modern AU
💸 mafia AU
🙊 general language and content warning
🥊 brief depiction of physical violence and / or aggression
🫠 description of self-destruction
🔏 barely edited
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You Might Think It's Foolish
meeting your boyfriend's family for the first time creates anxiety, so, you stick to his side. at dinner, his mother calls out your clinginess - and Aemond doesn't defend you.
>>> or when someone else calls you clingy and he doesn't defend you / agrees with them.
pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x female!reader
word count: 3.1k+
fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon
🎭 drama
💔 angst
🥺 hurt 🚫 no comfort
💣 relationship angst
🐝 stand alone
🙊 general language and content warning
🐍 toxic family
🍄 toxic relationship...?
🔏 barely edited
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Not All That Glitters is Gold
during your engagement dinner, you learn from your fiancé's niece that he hold choice words about you.
>>> or when you find out he's been talking behind your back; calling you clingy. it comes to light during a public outing.
pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader
word count: 3.1k+
fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon
🎭 drama
💔 angst
❤️🩹 hurt and comfort
💣 relationship angst
⏳ AU timeline
🙊 general language and content warning
🔏 barely edited
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Save Me From Myself
in a moment of unparalleled anger, you learn what Joel really thinks of you.
request: Can i request joel miller for the clingy baby series!! Maybe they were traveling together w ellie and she clings to him bc he always kept her safe until he calls her clingy one day.
pairing: Joel Miller x female!reader
word count: 1.9k+
fandom masterlist: The Last of Us
⚠️ mild spoilers
🙊 general language warning
🥺 hurt 🚫 no comfort
💔 mild angst
❗️ short fic!
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LITTLE BIRD | S.B.
word count: 2.2k
warnings: mafia!sirius, secret agent!regulus (not related to sirius in this au), prince!james, princess!reader, potter!reader, bodyguard!lily, future prince!remus- when I tell you I want to make this a series sooo badly, I've so many ideas
summary: when your parents go missing and hoards of people are trying to get into the palace to hurt you and your brother, you have no choice but to go and get help from the last person your parents would have you be associated with
There was a vibrant hum in the palace as you walked down the stairs, hearing aggravated groans filled with words that you simply knew they’d have swallowed had you already been in the room. You expected no less in your parents’ absence, everyone wanting to have their say in managing the situation at the gate, nearly hundreds of men and women gathering in angry hoards as they tugged at fencing, threw at windows, and cursed into the air. There were many opinions, always were, however, a queen and her husband missing and leaving her children to command her country while she was indisposed, prompted all the more than usual.
The door to your mother’s office opened from inside, strange faces meeting you as you stepped into the doorway, a silence shivering over the small space as James sighed, almost relived as men backed away from the corner, they’d talked him into, merely bowing their heads in acknowledgment of your presence.
“Ah,” he began and brushed his shirt into place as he nodded towards you. “Little sister, I assume you’ve come to enlighten us on the only right way to handle our little predicament?” he mused, and you knew his tone to have a familiar mix of sincerity yet belittlement to it.
Your brother was an odd creature, unlike either of your parents, unlike you for that matter. Never one for the politics of your home, the weight of your family, much rather cooped up in his room with his paintings, he’d have himself starved yet inspired instead of sitting about the throne dealing with issues of state. He was wise in his personal endeavors, but foolish in his belief that the Potter name held no purpose in his life, despite your shared responsibilities he’d always managed to twist your lives to benefit his own, though admirable for some, it left you plastered in his misfitting shoes.
“Consider the problem already solved,” You began and as if on cue, Lily came stumbling into the room behind you, momentarily stealing the men’s attention before demanding eyes fell back onto you. “Though I’m sure my parents appreciate council being offered so graciously to their children, I can assure you that we are capable of managing our own affairs,” You explained and cleared your throat as you stepped aside, hands folded in front of you as you waited for them to understand your request.
“I think what my sister is far too kindly trying to say, is that our mother fairs well without a bunch of old men telling her what to do and so will we,” James agreed and with a tired shrug he plumped down onto the leather office chair, gesturing the gaping men out of the room with an outstretched hand as he smiled at you. “So, what’re you going to do?” he asked once the room had cleared, assuming you’d miss the way his gaze lingered but a second too long on the woman who hovered at your side, hand resting on her gun halter as she looked at her feet.
“What I always do,” you informed him, allowing an arrogant smile to tilt into your lips, knowing it had no place there yet having no control over it all the same. “Clean up your mess.”
It was not long before you were pulling your coat around your body, ignoring the warnings that Lily was mumbling, a well-known mantra much like the one she’d heard from Regulus when he was training her to be your guard and much like you did to him, you paid the words no mind. You pulled the hood over your head as you reread the map on your phone to guide you in your escape, feet leading you past the staff rooms, through the fire escape that led you right into the hidden gardens where James thought he could smoke in secret.
“Princess, your parents wouldn’t approve of this,” Lily whispered, peering around the lawn as you opened the hidden latch that was made by the very person you were running to see. “Now is not the time to take this risk, not when they’re not here to get you out of trouble.”
“I have no choice, you know that, and they’d know that as well,” you bargained, knowing she had no intentions of making you stay when she followed you out of the gate and to the outside, the shouting and stomping growing louder as the two of you looked around for the car that he’d sent for you.
Not a word more was exchanged on the way from the palace, familiar apprehensive looks shared as the driver kept his eyes on the road, only looking down when his phone chimed with a text from the man in question, you presumed. You were unnervingly accustomed to the entire ordeal, knowing that despite the risk you were taking, the reward would be far greater, worth much more as you considered your choices. Lily was right when she spoke about your parents. You were making your own bed, as they’d taught you to, but they’d never approve of who you were inviting into it. You thought you’d have more time, time to butter them up to what was shaping up to be a yearlong conversation in hope for peace, but you’d never accounted for riots at your front door or death threats with blood stains thrown through your window.
The car eased to a still in front of the cold brick building, a hand on your back guiding you out of the street, away from wondering eyes as you looked back to see if Lily was close behind, the route was no different than before, the unhappy glares and whispered musings of disapproval being of no bother as you waited to be taken to his door.
“Princess,” a voice snarled, and you had no restraint as a frustrated breath left your lips, your mission was brought to a stop as a man stumbled into your way. “It’s been quite a while since we entertained royalty on this side of town,” he noted and you mustered a look of faux surprise, shaking yourself from the grip on your back as you looked him up and down.
“That might be true, but I am not here as royalty.”
“Aye? Who are you here as then?” he persisted and you scoffed, knowing that by the sudden silence that sauntered into the air the man in question was not far from the little scene that’d been formed, disrupting his time.
“My friend,” the thick accent fled through your senses as though it filtered through your veins, his frame begging your gaze to drift to him and it obliged, always did, a teasing smirk on his lips as he looked down at you from atop the stairs. “Does anyone have a problem with that?” he prompted, and it was as though the simple words held piles of threats as the men separated to make room for you to walk.
“Princess,” Lily gave a frustrated scoff as she was stopped at the foot of the stairs. “Be careful,” she insisted before you followed the man of the house to the office that you’d spent many nights hiding from the world, debating a settlement for families only known as foes.
“Sirius,” you sighed, closing the door behind you and smiling when he pushed himself onto the empty desk that sat askew in the corner of the bare room, his eyes trailed slowly over your face, trying his best to decipher why you were there without you saying anything, he had a frustrating habit of doing so quite successfully. “I need a favour,” you breathed after a second that seemed to last forever, squirming slightly under his gaze despite it being far from strange.
“I assumed as much,” he teased, nodding for you to go on as you walked towards him, tugging the hood from your head, fingers moving to ease everything back into place.
“There are people rioting in front of my home, threatening us, promising to kill us,” you began and stilled right at his side, looking down at the city as it lay in the streets, cars pulling up and then pulling away after mere minutes, a notion that you would’ve questioned in the past had you not learned to keep your nose from his business.
“I saw,” he leaned back against the wall to see you again, no doubt missing the smile that dipped into your mouth as he proved without much prompt that he cared at least slightly if you had managed to escape unharmed. “How did you get out?”
“Same way you get in.”
“Clever girl,” he tutted, and you’d have laughed at him if you weren’t to be in his debt in the future. “What exactly do you want me to do, hmm? Riots at the palace seem more like a job for the police, no?”
“They’re wearing your name, Sirius.”
You didn’t know how long you were supposed to pause after that. You were somewhat expecting him to jump to his own defense, half expecting him to accuse you of mistrusting him, yet you knew neither was to happen. Trust was a rather strong word to use for whatever the relationship was that you had. You knew he was true to his word, knew he would not allow you to come to any harm and though your power was much less than his own, you’d try to do the very same for him. Though beyond all of that, you knew that as many troubles lay with your name, there were many that laid with his own. He was a criminal, after all, some of the worst of his kind and you were in his home, begging him to help you when you knew it would earn you heaps of problems in turn. Your mother would have your head, she’d have his too. She didn’t take out his family, his entire line of kin just for you to allow their kind right back into your lives.
“They’re not mine,” he offered, and his hand settled on the table next to yours, tilting his head to see what you were looking at, humming as if to acknowledge your train of thought. “That’s part of our little agreement, is it not? Our little settlement of peace? I may not harm your family as revenge for what your mother did to mine, and you let me make a quick buck off taking out the bad guys the police miss,” he sighed at that, noticing the way you rolled your eyes at his almost mocking tone as he mimicked words that you’d spoken out of serious intents to do good. “Those men are trying to hurt you, Y/n, if they were mine then I’d have them tied and beaten already, you understand that don’t you?”
“Of course, I do,” you sighed, and though you should be very much appalled by his words, you found an odd sense of comfort in his reassurance, smiling with him as he nodded at you.
“Good. Now, do you want me to take care of it for you?” he asked and needed no answer to know that that was exactly what you’d come here for. “I sent men down as soon as you texted me. The gate will be cleared by the time you get home,” he explained and chuckled softly at the shock that sifted onto your face. “You think I’m not the first one to know when you’re in trouble, little bird? Though, I’ll admit, you were very brave coming all the way here, would not have known you were nervous had it not been for those,” he informed you as he pointed to your shaking hands, you’d hoped your grip on the table would’ve hidden it, but it seems you were very wrong, warmth spreading across your cheeks. “You’re shaping up to be quite the leader, you know, your mother would be proud.”
“So would your father.”
“Oh, I would not say that, bowing to a Potter is what he regrets most.”
“I’m sure,” you smiled, looking up to the door when Lily stumbled through it, just like before, the same look on her face as she looked between you and Sirius.
“Your parents were just brought home by Regulus and the rest of the CIA,” she explained, holding the phone out to show you the picture of them arriving at the palace and you had to shake your head at the timing, Sirius’ words being anything but empty as there was not a single soul out on front of the place, barely any evidence left behind of the reason for your visit except for abandoned signs and makeshift weapons.
“I have a new car waiting for you outside,” Sirius announced and shrugged when you looked at him with what any normal person would describe as awe, though you’d never dare to label it as such, merely an appreciation for his capabilities. “I’ll call when you get home.”
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— tale as old as time
beast!remus lupin x beauty!reader
series coming soon ! <3
#marauders x reader#remus lupin x reader#remus x reader#remus lupin#sirius black#james potter#peter pettigrew#lily evans#beauty and the beast#prince!remus#beast!remus
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#james rodriguez#uta no prince sama#fnaf x reader#bella hadid#pastel hair#anne with an e#musician#cassandra cain#emmy rossum#joseph quinn#the defenders#melayu boleh
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~little bird series masterlist
characters: mafia!sirius black, princess potter!reader, prince!james potter, prince!remus lupin, bodyguard!lily evans, secret agent!regulus (unrelated to sirius in this au), mercenary!peter pettigrew
series warnings: possible blood and violence, non-canon characters and places, no magic, time lapses between parts, non-conventional viewing of monarchy and other social systems, mafia characters, dirty business, love triangle, allusion to the prequel I have in the works as well
series summary: the second generation of royal potters and lupins have to face the new reign alongside a resurrected mafia force, mercenaries creeping out of the past, constant threats to not only the crown but their lives and the princess' search for peace at all costs lands her in the middle of an epic love triangle between a dangerous mafia boss and a prince who has cast himself away from his throne.
chapter one- when your parents go missing and hoards of people are trying to get into the palace to hurt you and your brother, you have no choice but to go and get help from the last person your parents would have you be associated with
chapter two- regulus confronts you about going to see sirius alone, your parents being home forces you to lie about how you solved the crisis in their absence and even amid damage control you're still thinking about sirius, seems he's thinking about you too
chapter three- james has to speak at the post-crisis press conference which forces you to come face to face with other royals, one of whom you hadn't seen since he broke your heart as a teenager, an unexpected visitor at the conference sends everyone running in terror and makes you realize just how dangerous of a world your mother has left for you to inherit (coming soon…)
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thistle, part one
a/n: I'm posting the next part in a few days, so you won't have to wait too long to find out what happens next ♡
summary: “A title that’s been true since the moment I was born, but there are also a few others that are just as real. I am a son, I am a brother, I am a soldier. I am still the exact same person you spoke to only yesterday. I haven’t changed one bit, so please don’t act like I have. Please, at least call me James.”
warnings: James Potter x reader, royal au, prince!James, servant!reader (lady's maid), forbidden romance, secret relationship, historical au (beginning of the 1920s), references to WW1, surely extremely historically inaccurate but this is just for fun, lovesick!James, weapons, grief, death, smut, kissing, attending a ball, dancing, pussyjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, cockwarming, oral
word count: 6148
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Marching up to the bespectacled man exiting the stables, his clothes all ruffled and dirtied from the ride he’d presumably just taken on this drizzly day, “excuse me, sir?” he slowed his trek at the sound of your soft voice, turning his head to look at you in surprise, “do you know the way to the servant's entrance? I seem to be a bit lost.”
“Um, yeah,” he blinked a second, taken aback by your question as he gave you a quick once over, “it’s just down that path,” he pointed towards the east side of the castle, “green door, can’t miss it.”
“Thank you,” you nodded, tightening your grip on your suitcase and began to move in that direction.
“Are you new here?” he asked swiftly, halting your movements.
“Kinda,” you said, “I’m the queen mother’s new lady’s maid.”
“Oh,” a genuine smile bloomed on his face, “I didn’t know grand-, I mean, her majesty Delilah was coming for a visit.”
“Well, I’d imagine you as, I presume, a groundskeeper,” you guessed, squinting your eyes at the helpful stranger in front of you, “isn’t exactly first on the list of people who need to be notified of such things.”
Choking out a small chuckle, neither confirming nor denying your guess, he simply glanced down at his muddy boots, “yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Looking back over your shoulder at the large castle looming over you, “I’m sorry, but I should really get going. Her majesty likes to freshen up quite a bit after a long trip such as this.”
“Oh, yeah,” he exhaled, clearly not ready to part ways yet, “you go take care of that, I’ll see you around.”
“See you!” you shouted over your shoulder as you made your way towards the discreet green door.
“That’s pretty,” a smoky voice from out of nowhere made you jump and promptly stop your soft humming, dropping the small bouquet of wildflowers you had picked but a moment ago. Turning to see who else could be out here in the forest, you spotted the helpful figure from the day before, leaning against a tree.
“Jesus! You gave me a fright!” a hand came up to clutch your chest.
“Sorry,” he smiled, shifting the bent hunting rifle that rested over his burly forearm.
“It’s fine, no harm done,” you exhaled slowly, “just need to make my heartbeat understand that as well…”
Watching as you momentarily bent down to pick the dropped flowers off the forest floor, “you out on a walk I presume?” he pushed off the tree and stepped closer.
“Yeah, well,” you rose back up, “the weather finally cleared up, so I thought a bit of fresh air might do me well,” you said, gliding one of your cold hands down into your coat pockets, “plus I’ve heard so much about the grounds here, I wanted to see them for myself.”
“They are quite something, aren’t they?” he smiled warmly down at you.
Feeling heat begin to rise in your cheeks from his unwavering glare, you coughed lightly and glanced down at the humble bouquet clutched in your grasp, “and, um, you’re-”
“Hunting,” he filled in before you could manage to finish your guess.
“Oh, am I getting in your way?” worry filled your voice, imagining that bullets could start flying over your head as soon as a bird flew by, “is it safe for me to be out here? I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware-”
“Nah, you’re good,” he waved a reassuring hand, “I split up from the others a while ago and then when I heard you, I wandered even further away from the rest.”
“You followed me?” he noticed your eyes flicker down towards the weapon he was carrying.
“I-, oh god,” he winced, scrunching his expression up in regret and bowing his head, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I am a stranger to you with a deadly firearm, not a harmless bunny rabbit,” you could literally see the imaginary whip he was punishing himself with, “I’m sorry I scared you, I’ll just go-”
“No!” flew out your lips before you had a chance to think, “It’s fine, you can stay if you want.”
Gazing into your eyes a moment, he then exhaled, “thank you, miss.”
“Y/l/n,” you told him, “my name is Y/n Y/l/n.”
“Y/n,” the corners of his lips curled up as he tasted your name on his tongue.
“And your name?”
“James,” he said, then stressed, “just James.”
James… like the youngest of the two princes? You shouldn’t act too surprised; it was a common enough name after all.
“Can I ask you something?” he spoke as you wordlessly agreed to go for a stroll together among the birch trees.
“Sure.”
“How long have you been the queen mother’s lady’s maid? It’s just, I remember her previous one, the one she had before the war, and I feel like I would have noticed when you came along.”
“It’s been about 6 months now…” you answered rather sombrely.
“You don’t sound pleased about that.”
“No,” you glanced in his direction to underline your statement, “I love the job, don’t get me wrong, it’s just-,” you choked on the bitter fact and opted to say, “it’s complicated.”
“Is it too complicated for a man like me to comprehend?” he offered with a gentle smile.
Letting a low sigh flow out, you spoke, “that previous one you remember?” he nodded in confirmation, “that was my mom.” You tried to ignore how your bottom lip began to quiver, “she had me out of wedlock and later in her life, so not many people knew about me. But her majesty Delilah did. She’d always been very fond of my mother, so she let me grow up there at Cudworth palace. She-,” you let out a shaky breath, still finding it difficult to vocalize, “she became ill a few years back, so her majesty made the decision to let me inherit the position. Made sure I was set up for a good life, I guess… My mother trained me for as long as she could till I was nothing short of flawless. It’s been 6 months… 6 months with the job and 6 months without her…”
“Yes, I think the sapphires will do quite nicely for tonight,” Delilah purred as her weathered fingers brushed over the jewellery spread out in a presentational fashion on the vanity she sat at.
Wrapping a silver lock around your finger, you carefully pinned the last piece in place, securing her intricate updo. Glancing at the finished product in the reflection, you then agreed, “sapphire it is,” plucking the precious stones off the doily-clad table and gently adorning her earlobes with them.
“Beautiful work, dear,” Delilah gave your hand a small pat as you secured the last earring, momentarily catching your eye in the mirror.
The dragon lady. That’s what people called her. Though, through all of your life, the intimidating queen mother had been nothing but kind to you. It was clear that she had a soft spot for you, though you’d never dare to confirm that suspicion.
“Thank you, madam,” a soft smile quickly warmed up your features as you checked her hair one last time, “I hear the prime minister will be attending dinner tonight.”
“Oh, well, I guess I couldn’t avoid him forever. Hopefully, they won’t seat him beside me this time, it was so awfully boring last time, kept on talking about cricket.”
“Could always be sneaky and pretend that you can’t hear him,” you suggested with a sly grin.
“Wouldn’t that be something,” her crow's feet framed eyes glinted with a youthful mischievous glow.
Your shared giggle was interrupted as the door to her champers creaked open. Turning to look, you saw none than your helpful stranger.
“Grandma,” James simply sauntered in as if he owned the place, “I was wondering if you could-,” both his words and his brisk pace fell short as he spotted you, “oh, hi,” your presents promptly brought a fluttering smile to his lips.
Just as you were about to speak up, your eyes wide enough to burst at his audacity, Delilah bellowed, “good lord, James, it’s been enough time, you really must shred that army brashness and start entering a room the way you were raised to. This is not a war room, it’s the castle’s peacock suite!”
“Right,” he chuckled lightly, his eyes never staying on his grandmother for long before flickering back to you, “sorry granny.”
Why was the groundskeeper referring to the queen mother his grandmother? It couldn’t be because-
“Y/n,” Delilah turned in her comfortable chair, “I don’t think you’ve been acquainted. This is my dear James,” she presented with an outstretched arm, “the youngest of my two grandsons.”
Swiftly averting your flabbergasted gaze, you curtsied timidly and gasped, “your highness,” your terrified eyes darting across the Persian rug.
You’d only gotten to know the prince’s likeness through old paintings of him as a child. The battle-scared man standing before you now looked nothing like the bespeckled young royal captured in the portrait you’d passed countless times before.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you miss,” he smiled warmly, bowing his head slightly at you in return.
“Now,” Delilah reached for her cane and slowly pushed herself up to her feet, “what was it you needed?”
“Yeah, um,” he thought for a second, seeming awfully distracted, “it was-… I’m sorry, I completely forgot what it was.”
“Well, maybe you’ll recall during dinner, my boy,” she slowly moved towards the door, “shall we go down?”
“You go ahead,” James gesticulated, “I just need Y/n to send a message down to the kitchen for me. We wouldn’t want them to hold back on the wine now that prime minister Ferrell is joining us.”
“Oh, bless you,” Delilah grinned before disappearing out of the room, “that’s why you’re my favourite.”
Closing the heavy door behind the former monarch, James gently grabbed you by the elbow and guided you further into the room. Preparing yourself for the worst, you immediately promised, “I’ll go relay the message at once,” your head still bowed, not daring to look him in the eye.
“You don’t really have to, I already sent word down an hour ago. I simply said that to get a moment alone with you,” he lowered himself in an effort to catch your cautious gaze, “Y/n,” breathing out your name as if it weighed a ton, “would you please look at me?”
Only momentarily flickering your eyes up to meet his, you blurted out, “forgive me, your majesty, I swear I didn’t know,” your heartbeat was so strong you could hear it pounding in your ears, “I would have never spoken to you in that manner if I knew who you were!”
“Please do not apologise,” goosebumps bloomed on your skin as you felt his fingers briefly caress your arm, “I was so grateful that you didn’t just stiffen up like everyone else, you talked to me like any other man. So, for that, I thank you and beg you to please not change it now that you know.”
“What? I-I couldn’t do that! It isn’t proper, it isn’t right!”
“Why not? You did it before.”
“Well, I didn’t know you were a prince before.”
“A title that’s been true since the moment I was born, but there are also a few others that are just as real. I am a son, I am a brother, I am a soldier. I am still the exact same person you spoke to only yesterday. I haven’t changed one bit, so please don’t act like I have. Please, at least call me James.”
“Your majesty, I couldn’t.”
“Why not, Y/n? It’s just my name, it’s not gonna bite you, didn’t before and I promise it won’t start doing it now.”
“Thomas,” king Fleamont glanced up from his papers to address his eldest son, “we’ve invited a few eligible ladies for tonight. Please actually talk to them this time, don’t just sulk in the corner with your brother.”
“Christ,” James' brother groaned, “papa, I thought this ball was just a little get-together now that granny is in town. Must I truly have to be paraded around every chance there is?”
“If that’s what it takes for you to find a wife, yes,” his father said sternly, then returned his attention to the crisp newspaper.
Grumbling, Thomas slumped back, huffing beside his brother on the tufted couch, “let’s hope they at least push their tits up to the heavens above,” he muttered under his breath for only James’ ears to receive, “that might make it tolerable.”
Chuckling at his sibling’s pout, James then suggested, “since this is for grandmama, why don’t we extend the invitation to Y/n?”
Furrowing her brow over the small fluffy dog in her lap, Euphemia questioned her son’s bold idea, “who’s that?”
“Granny’s lady’s maid,” his words awoke a severe expression to all but one of his family member’s faces.
“Why that’s a wonderful idea, James!” Delilah cheered, “she does indeed deserve a bit of fun.”
Leaning in closer, Thomas hissed in his brother’s ear, “have you gone quite mad? A servant at a ball? Look at a calendar, brother, it isn’t December yet.”
“She isn’t that bad,” James defended, a storm quickly brewing in his chest, “plus, you know, granny’s not that young anymore, it might be a great help for her to be there as support. Just as a precaution.”
“But I have nothing to wear!” you protested, “I didn’t bring a gown, let alone own one.”
“I know you don’t,” Delilah said calmly, not taking any of your blubbering to heart, “that’s why I had a few maids go through an old trunk of mine that I never brought with me to Cudworth,” she snapped her finger at the butler in the corner as he swiftly presented the dusty box he was balancing, “you are gonna wear this,” the top slipped off and you caught sight of the most stunning lavender beaded gown you’d ever beheld in your entire life.
“Your Highness,” you marvelled at the way it sparkled in the low light, “I can’t wear that.”
“I know it’s not the latest fashion, but it’ll do a lot better than that frock you’ve got on now. I only remember wearing it once at a ball back in 1861.”
“I-…” you tried to protest, though nothing came out.
“Y/n, this is not a proposition, you are gonna wear that gown and that is final.”
“God, this soiree is even more ghastly than the last one,” Thomas glanced back over at the cluster of young women fanning themselves and batting their luscious eyelashes at the eligible heir, “you think people would notice if we sneaked off?”
Ever thankful that he didn’t receive the same level of unyielding attention, James cocked his brow at the man half-heartedly attempting to hide behind him, “I don’t think that’s an option, brother,” then snatched up two tall flutes of stary bubbles and handed one off, “here, have another glass of champagne.”
“Thanks, but I’m gonna need a lot more in order to survive the 12 dances I've been swindled into later tonight,” he pouted and took a large gulp. Just then, as the crown prince swallowed down the stinging carbonated beverage, he caught sight of the figure that appeared at the top of the wide staircase. “Wait,” he elbowed his brother, ushering him to glance in that direction, “who’s that?”
Recognising you immediately as you timidly ascended the grand steps, clutching onto the side of your lilac dress, lifting it off the tile so as to not have to trip over it, James uttered through his growing smile, “that’s Y/n,” and nothing whatsoever could stop his unwavering gaze.
“Really?” he scoffed, “that’s the scullery maid?”
“That’s her…” James replied dreamily.
“I gotta admit, in that dress, you could almost mistake her for a real princess.”
“Yeah…” James uttered softly, not hearing a word of what he had just agreed with. “Hold this, will you?” without looking, he handed his glass off to his brother and left his post as the crown prince's unofficial shield.
“James!” Thomas hissed, standing there in alarm, one glass in each hand, not sure if he should follow or not, “where are you going? Don’t leave me alone! I’ll be swallowed whole!”
Catching sight of James’ determined approach, you let out a deep and shaky exhale.
“Y/n!” he smiled, coming to a jovial stop right in front of you, ignoring every merry man trying to catch his high-regarded attention.
“Your highness-” you started, but his voice cut in, breaking your greeting in half.
“James,” he corrected you, the glint in his eye promptly sending a shiver down your corseted spine.
“Good evening.”
“I hope it’s not too forward of me for saying this, but you look absolutely beautiful tonight.”
Your breath got caught in your throat as you blushed over his honeyed words, “thank you, your highness. Though I wouldn’t dare take any of the credit, this was all your grandmother’s doing. This is actually one of her old dresses,” you glanced down at the elegant gown, carefully playing with the skirt and presenting it.
Looking over the fabric just as you did, his earnest words nearly didn’t catch your ears, “I wasn’t complimenting your dress…”
Blinking up into his warm eyes, you found yourself speechless, clueless of how to respond to such flattery by someone of his stature.
“Would you care for a dance?” he asked unexpectedly, evidently not caring about the improper nature of the request, and looking at you as if you were the only person in the entire ballroom.
“That’s very kind of you, your majesty, but I’m afraid I would just embarrass you,” you averted your gaze, “you see, I don’t know how.”
Briefly glancing back at his parents, checking to see if they were watching, James then grabbed your hand, it seeming so small and dainty in his, and uttered, “come with me,” discreetly guiding you out into one of the vacant side chambers.
Following his lead, looking back over your shoulder in fear that someone might notice, it calmed you ever so slightly to see that everyone else was entirely enraptured by the dazzling event.
Shutting the door behind you, his hand still holding yours, he gently turned you around to face him once more. Hearing the string quartet still loud and clear through the walls, the prince smiled, “so, miss Y/l/n,” asking you once more, now in a more private setting, “may I have the honour of this dance?”
Lifting the back of your hand up to give it a small peck, eye contact never wavering, you answered, “the honour would be mine,” blinking up at him through your lashes, “yes, yes you may.”
“Okay, so you just put your left hand right here,” he grabbed it and slid it up, past the many shiny medals adorning his chest, to rest upon his broad shoulder, “and keep the right one where it is,” you inhaled sharply as you felt his free palm slide into place on your waist.
“A-alright,” all the hairs on your body stood up at the intimate proximity, “and now?”
Your right hand entirely engulfed in his, he glided his thumb over it, delicately swiping over a few of your fingers, “now you just let me lead,” noticing how your jaw clenched, he reassured you, “don’t worry, love, it’s easy,” you felt your tense muscles begin to relax a bit at his deep soothing tone, “I’ll do all the hard work, you just trust me, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you offered him a small nod as he gently began to move, taking you with him as he fell into the song’s rhythm as if it was second nature to him.
Simply swaying softly at first, it didn’t take long before he had you flowing to the music, slowly making your way deeper into the room, dancing further away from the lines of light the closed door cast.
When you eventually felt him gain more confidence and move your body around freely, you followed the instinctual reflex to briefly glance down at your shoes. Feeling his hand let go of your waist momentarily, he whispered, “don't look at your feet,” and lifted your chin up so you could meet his gaze, “look right here.”
Letting his finger drop back down into place, you felt his palm move and slide around to your lower back, drawing you in just a little bit closer. Feeling yourself disappear into the warm eyes veiled behind his spectacles, completely enraptured by his being and entranced by the way he moved you, you felt his hitched breath hit your skin as he leaned in close enough for your lips to graze against each other.
But just as your eyelids fluttered close in anticipation of his eventual touch, the sound of the door, now a good ways away, creaking open halted your dance at once.
“James?” you heard the crown prince call out, music now more vibrant as it didn’t have to travel through walls anymore to reach your ears, “you in here?”
Acting quickly, James pulled you around the corner and settled you into the little alcove there, pushing you up against the plate mail stature decorating the small corner and cloaking your figure with his own. His bulky frame swallowed nearly all of the starry light streaming in from the tall windows scattered around the chamber, causing you to be able to see him and only him.
“Seriously brother, you have to get out here before pa realises that you’re gone!”
Disregarding his sibling’s warning, James stood his ground, completely enraptured and sharing your breath as he pressed himself up against your voluminous gown. You weren’t sure if it was because of the proximity or if your fingers simply followed the magnet calling them, but you found yourself pressing your palms against the silky fabric of his detailed jacket, feeling his taught abdomen expand with every shaky breath.
Dilated pupils flickering down towards your lips, you found your own mirroring his, fearing that you might faint in the intensity of it all.
His lips pressed against yours before you even had the chance to fathom that it was actually happening. The prince was kissing you. His lips were brushing against yours not in curiosity, but in genuine yearning.
“Come on James, stop messing around, I know you’re in here!”
A small string of saliva followed as James reluctantly pulled back, thumbs brushing over each one of your cheeks as he stared deeply down into your hazy eyes.
“Come to my room at midnight,” he whispered breathlessly, restraining himself to dive back in.
“Your highness, I-”
“Please,” he interrupted desperately.
You didn’t give yourself another moment to think before giving him an answer, being completely spellbound, you uttered, “yes.”
And with a bright smile, he let go of you and backed away, still staring as you had to reach out for support against the wall in order to not tumble back against the ornamental armor.
“Just hold your horses, Thomas,” he called out to his frantic brother, eyes still locked with yours, “I’m coming!”
Hearing the rapid beating of your heart thumping in your ears, you let out a shaky breath. It took you a long moment to finally mustered up the courage and let your fist come into contact with the prince’s door.
Almost instantaneously was it ripped open as if James’ fingers themselves had already been mere inches from the silver knob, impatiently lying in wait like a lion on the hunt, the action was so swift that it startled you.
Face lighting up as he saw you, nervously standing outside his chambers, he promptly grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you inside.
As the door shut behind you, “h-hi,” you offered him a meek smile and stood in the dim room as if it was a china shop.
Elatedly biting down on his plump bottom lip, he echoed, “hi,” sliding his fingers down to weave through your own. Using the hold as leverage, he gently pulled you in closer, his other palm ready to catch your cheek before confidently pressing his lips against yours.
When he momentarily pulled away, you squeaked, “your majesty-,” hindering him from taking your lips once more.
“James,” he corrected you breathily, keeping his eyes shut and nuzzling his nose lightly against yours.
“James…” you tried to keep your head levelled, “what am I doing here?”
“What do you mean? Do you not want to be here?” he took the hand still enveloped in his and pressed it against his chest, “here, with me?”
“I…” this was wrong. The list of punishable things to stray away from in your line of work was extensive, but this one was certainly at the top, “James…”
“Christ, that sounds good coming from your lips,” he groaned, seizing your lips again and flexing his fingers on the side of your head, lightly messing up your primly pinned hair.
Feeling yourself melt under his touch, the kisses began to wander, scattering down your goosebump-ridden neck.
“We…” your breathing was heavy and ragged, “we can’t… What if someone finds out?”
Pulling back, he gently shook his head, “they won’t,” dark eyes boring into your very soul.
“But I can’t-… Y-you’re-…”
“I?”
“You are-…”
“I am just me… Just James,” he stared down at you, begging you to stay.
“But-”
“I am yours,” he promised you earnestly, a hint of fear glinting in his golden eyes, “I am all yours.”
Choking down a sob, you then found yourself pulling him down for another kiss, letting his overwhelming vow sink in and dim that warning light pleading you not to venture any further.
Soon clawing at the silky fabric of his jacket, your fingers caught in the two rows of shiny buttons, restraining yourself from just ripping them clean off. Letting out a quiet whimper as James suddenly detached from you, taking a step back, gazing down at your heaving form, not giving in as you reached out for him to return.
Eyes fixed, his own fingers slowly found the buttons along his torso and began to undo them. Tilting his chin up, he watched you closely as he carefully unveiled every inch of himself to you. Moving your fingers up to mirror his actions, he swiftly spoke up, “wait, let me do it,” stopping you before you’d truly begun, “please.”
The wish made you suck in a breath in anticipation, slowly lowering your hands back down to either side of your skirt, clutching onto the heavy lavender fabric for support as you gave him a small nod.
For a moment, you thought he was gonna bear it all to you right then and there, perhaps he did as well, but his fingers stilled right at the waistband of his underwear when only they remained. Blinking sluggishly as you tried to take in his breathtaking visage, in what felt like a millisecond, James had moved to be back into your proximity. Walking around to stand behind you, his fingers then began to work at the numerous buttons and laces, freeing you of the unusually extravagant ensemble.
You hadn’t even noticed how you’d stopped breathing till his lips pressed against your exposed shoulder and let the first layer fall.
Little by little, the weight you carried was lightened as he tossed more and more fabric to the cold floor, creating quite the poofy puddle. When the corset fell off, James quickly replaced the stiff restraining item with his large warm palms, feeling your waist through the last thin layer remaining, inhaling deeply against the back of your neck.
Gently turning you around, he slid his hands up your sides, promptly lifting your arms to stay above your head. Not dropping his eyes from yours, he glided fingers down to gather up the material of your delicate chemise, only lifting it over your head when the whole length of it was bunched up in his fists.
Not being able to wait any longer, you let your arms fall, draping them around his broad shoulders and pressing your bare body up against his, the palpable tent in his briefs twitching against your stomach at the contact.
Kissing him deeply, you nearly didn’t register when he scooped you up into his arms, the action seeming so effortless for the prince. Thighs enveloping his hips, it was first your heel that attempted to rid him of his last remaining clothes, though when it only worked to push them an inch off his hips, you impatiently dropped a hand down to yank them down the rest of the way, letting him step out of them as his slow stride closed in on the plush bed on the opposite side of the chamber.
Feeling the bedframe soon halt his footsteps, your lips didn’t fall from his as he leisurely turned and planted himself on the mattress, taking you with him still securely wedged against his body.
With his hands already rooted on your rear end, now that he no longer needed to carry you, they started to explore your body, palming at every pillowy curve within his reach. It only took one measly little rock of your hips against his thighs for him to needily yank you forward, landing your sobbing centre directly on top of his hard length.
“Your highne-, James,” you whimpered, the intoxicating contact making you detach from his lips and hide your blushing cheeks in his sturdy shoulder, still reciprocating his forward actions and sliding your dripping heat all along his throbbing length.
“Please, let me have you,” he groaned into your hair, his hot breath blowing back some of the unravelled hair framing your face, “let me feel your warmth,” he pressed a palm on the small of your back, making you arch it and causing all of the delicious pressure to always be directly on your buzzing little pearl, “just let me in, love,” his fingers caressed your spine as you moaned against his neck, bucking desperately against his hardness, “let me have you, let me have all of you just like you have me.”
Reaching down between your bodies, you grasped onto James’ cock and lifted up your trembling thighs, though his large palms swiftly scooped under you, granting you some more security as you swept the bulbous tip through your folds, parting the wet petals over and over again till your quivering hole was screaming for attention. And then, still with your face buried in the crook of his neck, you sank down, eyes rolling back in your skull as your creamy pussy slowly swallowed all of his length.
“Fuck,” James cursed, his chest rapidly rising and falling underneath you.
Clinging onto him for dear life, you slowly began to ride him, shakily bouncing in his lap. Lewd squelching noises reverberated off the palace walls as he let you find your rhythm, eventually finding a slow but intense pace, first raising yourself nearly completely off, till just the memory of his girth remained, and then slamming your hips down against his own so hard that it actually made you see stars with how deep he got.
“Let me see that beautiful face of yours,” you felt his fingers come to rest on each side, in no way attempting to force your head back, simply pleading with you sweetly with every gentle sweep of his thumbs against your cheeks. Your hips faltered as you timidly crawled out of your hiding spot and blinked your heavy lids at him.
The shyness eventually melted away as you registered the adoring look in his eye. Gradually resuming your hips moments, you watched as his head tilted back ever so slightly in pleasure and gaze down at you through his lashes, “there you go, darling,” you let out a loud moan as you felt his palm accompany his praise, swiftly landing it upon your bottom, encouraging your bouncing and causing you to get back on track that much faster.
Rapidly nearing the end now that his soulful eyes were locked with yours, you found yourself completely lost in the euphoric feeling, eventually welcoming James’ desperate aid as he dug his fingers into your hips and rocked you in his lap, essentially just using your body as he would with his own fist at night, lifting you off with such ease and fucking into you till you were both absolutely wrecked by the perfectly synched orgasms that rocked your realities. Though still, even as the pace slowed, he still kept on bouncing you in his lap, pushing his load deeper within you with every needy thrust.
Breathlessly, both of you still completely enveloped in each other, your arms sluggishly draped around his neck and his wrapped around your sweaty body, keeping you pressed up against him.
Slowly blinking his eyes open and staring back at you through his glasses, which had long ago glided so far down his long nose that they were now on the verge of falling off, he sighed contently and pressed his forehead against yours.
“Promise that you’ll write to me,” he whispered, his deep rumble making your sensitive body tingle and your walls clamper down on his softening girth.
First giving his nose a light nudge with yours, you then brushed your lips against his, rapidly developing the innocent peck into a kiss so passionate that the time might as well have stopped.
“I will,” you breathed, feeling the most blissful of tears roll down your cheek, “I promise.”
“Y-your majesty!” you gasped, throwing your head back in ecstasy, nearly bumping your head against the doorframe you were balancing against.
Detaching his lips from your swollen clit with a pop, he glanced up at you from his kneeling position and corrected, “James…” chuckling lightly as his fingers still clutched onto your dark skirt, bunching it up at your waist, “love, it’s been a whole year, thought you’d shake that habit by now.”
“Has it truly been a year already?” a shaky breath escaped your throat as he planted a kiss on your gleaming petals that was way too soft for how close he had you to the edge.
“Happiest year of my life…” he beamed, right before diving back in, eating you out so as if someone could walk in and interrupt your fun at any moment, which was completely probable seeing as he hadn't waited for you to be behind closed doors for him to have a taste, simply whirled you around a corner and told you to be on lookout while he had his fun.
“Fuck!” you weaved your fingers through his hair in an effort to keep him steady as the fireworks set off inside your belly, “James, I’m gonna-, don’t stop!”
Bucking against his tongue as he stared up at your pleasure-filled face in awe, his mouth eventually eased into light pecks, loving the way your sensitive form jumped against his lips. Eventually rising back up to his feet, he pressed his slick-covered lips against yours and let your dress fall back down, covering the mess he had made.
“Thank you,” he smiled brightly, lifting his thumb up to clean the glistening lower half of his face, swiping the finger over his chin only to bring it back up to his pillowy lips, licking the rest of your essence off and enjoying every last drop you’d given him.
“…It was an automobile accident…”
“W-what?” James uttered breathlessly, haven not heard a word of what his father had said after the bomb had been dropped.
Tightening his jaw in an effort to control his own unbearable emotions, the severe king repeated, keeping his voice clear and stern, “your brother, crown prince Thomas, died last night. The authorities found him this morning a few hours away from here, in his car, which had crashed, tumbled over completely. I don’t know how long he was out there, trapped beneath an entire ton of metal, waiting it out, all alone… I-…” he let out a shaky breath, momentarily closing his eyes in order to centre himself, “the funeral will be held on Monday. That should give people a chance to get here in time.”
“Monday…” James’ unfocused eyes flicked around the room as he tried and failed to breathe in a world without his big brother, “granny will be able to get here in that time… that’s-…” he noticed how his glasses were now completely fogged up by his agonising tears, “she-, she should be here…”
“My dear boy, you know what this means, right?” he exhaled, trying to catch his son’s glistening eyes, “as of last night your life will never be the same. It’s time for you to step up as the next rightful heir to the crown.”
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