Motherfuckers are really out here saying “I support a woman’s right to do what she wants with her body but only if she wants to stay a she. If she actually identifies as a he then ‘she’ is clearly misinformed and needs to be told what to do with the body I just said ‘she’ has rights over…”
And those people can really fuck all the way off. You either support people’s right to do what they want with their bodies or you don’t. Period. You can’t pick and choose.
A/N: In which the king isn’t happy with how his wife, the queen is treated.
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You were chosen to be queen. Hal himself wanted you. But, in some ways, a lot of ways actually, you felt you weren’t meant to be a queen. You were very quiet and innocent, to scared to correct someone or stand up for yourself.
Now, Hal was always there to stand up for you, he was really very protective of you. He threatened men that mocked you, and declared to the people of England that you were his wife, and that they must accept that.
On this particular day, you were sat on a bench in a secluded area of the gardens, hiding from everyone, crying. Earlier that day there had been an incident, leading you to hide away from your husband and those he would send to look for you.
You had been on a stroll, earlier that day. You often went on strolls when Hal would have meetings. On this particular morning, you bumped into a man that served Paul. He was a sort of advisor and helped him stay in order. George, was his name.
You had never really warmed to him, as he constantly made you uncomfortable. He would send you odd looks, when Hal wasn’t looking, sometimes in places that no man but Hal should be looking.
“Sorry George” You said looking at the ground.
“Oh it’s fine your majesty, it’s my fault” he said with a disgusting smirk.
“Do you know where Hal is?” Your sweet voice said, wanting to see your husband.
“He’s busy right now” he told you.
You nodded turning to continue on your walk, when his voice continued.
“I could accompany you, you know” George said not even bothering to address you respectfully.
“Oh, it’s fine, really” you said going to turn.
“Are you sure, I’d like to” he said, clearly wanting you to agree to go with him.
“No really, it would be…improper” you said, with a polite smile, trying to leave.
But, to your shock, he grabbed your upper arm roughly, tracing his finger over your body.
“From what I’ve heard, you’re quite the improper girl” he whispered, his fingers sickly travelling all over you.
“W-What?” You said your voice trembling, pulling back slightly, but it didn’t work.
“The men talk, say that you’ve been quite 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳” he said with a menacing smile.
This was when you lost it, you stared to ball your eyes out, ripping yourself away from his hold, running off to hide in the gardens, crying as you did, that’s where you found the little bench.
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At that same time, Paul was leaving his meeting room, going to see you in your chambers. This was a daily routine for him, he truly loved him.
But a scowl made its way on his face when you weren’t there. “Where is the queen?” He yelled at the servants in the room.
“We, aren’t sure, your majesty” a man answered staring at the ground in fear.
“Is it not your job to take care of her when I’m not?” He yelled rage dripping from his voice as he grew more worried.
“Find her” he demanded with a cold voice.
They all scrambled, running in all directions to search for you, fearing for their lives if they didn’t.
Around an hour later, there was still no sign of you, Hal was getting very impatient. So he went to look for you himself.
He knew your favourite places in the castle and he knew one of which was the gardens, so he made his way there. He had searched almost all the gardens, until her heard a soft crying.
Hal eventually found you on that bench, as soon as he saw you, he was 𝘔𝘢𝘥.
“My love? What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat on the bench too, placing you on his lap.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, continuing to cry loudly into his chest.
“Are you hurt?” He asked with a concerned look on his face.
You nodded your head no and hugged onto him tighter, as the tears fell down your face.
“Love, you have to tell me what’s wrong, so I can fix it” he said kissing your head.
“It was…g-george” you cried.
“What about 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦?” He said, his face suddenly becoming cold.
“He, he said I was an improper lady! And h-he was touching me Hal” you hiccuped.
Hals phase froze in anger and shock. George was in the room when Hal first threatened everyone about going near his wife. He made it very clear she was to be shown respect. George was one of his most trusted men. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.
“I’ll deal with him, this won’t happen again” he said kissing your hand.
You eventually lifted your head from his chest, as he wiped your tears from your cheeks.
“C-Can we go for a walk?” Your gentle voice asked.
“Of course, anything for you” Hal answered lifting her off his lap onto the ground, and taking her hand in his.
They walked the grounds talking about everything and anything, happy to be in each others company.
You hugged his side, yawning, suddenly becoming very tired.
“Do you want to retire” he said, his arm around your waist.
You only nodded in response, and you both headed back to your chambers.
He ordered the maids to run a bath for you, before kissing you softly, telling you he had something to take care of, and he’d be back later.
Around one hour later, you lay in the bath, the bubbles covering your naked body, and your eyes closed, enjoying the heat.
The door swung open to reveal your husband once more, but this time with blood on his hands.
“Hal?” Your little voice squeaked.
“It’s not my blood, I only took care of something that needed to be handled” he said sitting beside you, and giving you a kiss on the forehead.
You nodded, your eyes heavy as you leaned into his touch. You yearned to be in bed.
Hal caught onto this, and ordered the maids to help you prepare for bed, and get into your nightdress.
“What did you do to him, George I mean” you whispered, playing with your fingers.
Hal smiled before saying “I taught him a lesson” and giving you a long kiss, and bidding you goodnight.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭,
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯.
A/n
I hope you all enjoyed, I’ve been wanting to write for Hal for some time now so finally I did!!
how do you think timmy’s different characters (wonka, paul, hal, kyle, lee, elio) would react to you randomly, whenever you feel like it, getting on your knees to suck them off
Wonka: "Oh," narrowing his brows at you, genuinely surprised, "what are you doing?" Realizing, his eyes widen, he checks around to make sure no one can see, and then lets you have your way.
Paul: In a sort of whisper shout, he says, "What the hell are you doing?" He pulls you back up to your feet, saying in hushed tone, “No one should see the Emperor that way. We will save that for later, and you will have the most desired sperm in the universe in your mouth.”
Hal: Watches you with a smirk, "Oh, go on, darling. That's a good Queen: servicing her King at any given moment." He pets your hair like the good girl you are as he ruts his hips.
Kyle; Takes an inhale of his cigarette, doesn't say a word when he blows out the smoke, just grabs a handful of your hair, pulling. He takes an active and rather dominant role in the jerking of your mouth on him.
Elio: A silly grin creeps onto his lips, and he holds onto either side of your head. He relaxes as you take him into your mouth, and he tastes of peach for some reason.
A/N: I wrote this at midnight so I might be rushed in some places because I was so tired!
His Chosen Queen!
Hal had chosen his Queen, she was the love of his life and had been with him from before he became King, she was there during his wild days as the young prince, although while the other women he went with were more interested in his title, y/n couldn’t care less. He was utterly fascinated with her because she wasn’t hanging onto him like the other women, she would always serve him with a smile, and she would always ask him how he was and he knew she meant it and genuinely wanted to know how he was doing.
When his father passed away, he went straight to the pub to drown his sorrows even though he knew he now had duties as the newly appointed king of England, he just needed some time to himself to process everything, it was very quiet in the Inn and the moment he stepped through the door he felt soft gentle arms wrap around him, and a voice of an angel.
‘I am so sorry, my lord. Your father was a good man and a wonderful King.’
He wrapped his arms around her back, and buried his face in her neck inhaling her unique scent, she smelled of fresh cotton and rose oil, she felt so soft, he thought as she pulled him upstairs and just sat with him on the bed as he cried.
He began inviting her to the castle and spending time with her immediately after his coronation as King, his council didn’t get it. They had tried to recommend several eligible ladies, princesses and Duchesses but the King wasn’t interested in them, he just wanted y/n, so one night after a beautiful meal and a walk around the grounds he proposed to his lady and was overjoyed when she accepted his hand.
After their wedding y/n insisted on going outside to greet the people and Hal would do anything for y/n so they went out and greeted the people of the Kingdom.
Hal watched his new wife with the people, he watched as she hugged the children and spoke to the elderly, some of them regulars from the Inn, she truly was a Queen of the people and she had won over their hearts.
They spent nearly every day together when he wasn’t doing his royal duties for the Kingdom, which was thriving under the new king and queen, there was hardly any poverty amongst his people now, since y/n had began to work with the local farmers to provide enough wheat, grain and barley for everyone. Y/n made sure everyone had their fair share of everything and the people loved her for her kindness and her intelligence as well as her beauty.
The King was still ruthless and somewhat merciless towards those who would choose him as their enemy, and some even went as far as attempting to attack his queen, but she never feared because she knew he would always protect her.
‘I will protect you with my life, y/n! You are my Chosen Queen.’
She smiled and lay her hand on his cheek in one of their rare moments of privacy and he melted against her like ice under the blazing sun.
‘Then I have no fear of being harmed my Hal. For I have my Knight in shining armour. Many people would not have approved of your choosing a commoner as Queen-‘
‘Name them and I will have them all hanged.’ He glared looking around them pulling her close.
She chuckled and brought him back to her by taking his face in her hands and stroking his cheeks. ‘There are no enemies in the castle my love, be at peace.’
She nuzzled his nose with hers and watched his eyes soften again.
‘Let us retire to bed my King.’ She whispered and took his hand in hers and pulled him upstairs.
Hal was sitting on his large bed staring at his wife watching her getting undressed and leaned forward to pull her towards him by her hips and rested his head on her stomach closing his eyes.
‘My Queen.’ She ran her fingers through his short hair smiling.
‘I am not Queen yet, my love.’
‘You are MY Queen. Queen of my heart, Queen of my mind, Queen of my soul! You are the air I breath, through my lungs. You are the blood that runs through my veins.’
He slides his hand up her thigh pulling her to sit on his lap letting her wrap her legs around him while he pushed her underdress from her shoulders,
‘Don’t stop my king, what else am I to you?’ She whispered against his ear her long hair falling into her eyes.
His breathing hitched as he untied the lace in front of her gown slowly.
‘You are the music i hear in my head at night, you are the birdsong in the morning. You are the voice of an angel that takes away all of my fears,’
She lifted his shirt over his head tossing it aside and ran her fingers up and down his chest before moving sideways and falling back against the bedsheets and pulled him on top of her.
He had slid her gown down to sit around her hips and placed open mouth kisses up her torso watching her eyes close as he reached her breasts and wrapped his tongue around one nipple and sucking gently while rolling the other between his fingers before switching to the other with his mouth, he trailed his tongue along her collarbone before capturing her lips in his.
He moaned feeling her tongue dancing with his and deepened the kiss passionately. She slid her hands down his body and reached for the strings that tied his pants together and pulled them free before sliding her hand in and wrapping her fingers around him making his hips to rut forward against her hand moaning.
She began stroking his hard length sliding her hand up and down him as she moved her head and kissed down his jaw leaving gently nips along his neck causing him to whimper and let his head fall against her throat and dig his fingers into the sheets just by her head.
‘No! Not like this.’ He growled hoarsely and gently pushed her hand off him before ripping the rest of her gown off and grabbed her legs to wrap around him as he ran his cock against her opening teasingly making her groan before pushing into her slowly, both their eyes rolling back into their heads.
He set a steady pace thrusting into her hard and deep and leaned down to kiss her lips as she pulled him down on top of her deepening the kiss, causing his cock to go deeper into her making them both moan.
She wrapped her arms around him holding him close as he thrust into her, the only sound being their breathing and contact of skin against skin, he thrust deeper nearly slamming into her as he slid his arms under her body pulling her close against him panting into her shoulder feeling his hair sticking to his forehead and neck.
‘I’m close my King.’ She muttered breathlessly against his ear as her body jerked upwards from the force of his thrusts, he raised her legs up nearly around his chest and slammed harder and deeper making her scream his name beneath him and came undone around him, he watched her in awe as she came around him his eyes never leaving hers as he came straight after her before collapsing into her arms moaning and whimpering her name like a prayer over and over again.
‘Y/n, y/n y/n, y/n. My Queen y/n.’
He lay in her arms, both drenched in sweat and tangled in the bedsheets trying to remember how to breath again. He buried his face in her neck as she lightly ran her fingers down his back, she turned and lay small pecks against the side of his head earning a nudge and a nip against her neck, she lifted his face and gave him an open mouth peck against his lips which he deepened pushing his tongue into her mouth.
She returned the kiss pushing him onto his back and gently held his face between her hands as he wrapped his arms around her back and just lay there letting her kiss and nibble his lips. She pushed his hair from his face with her fingers before breaking the kiss and laying her head on his shoulder.
‘Sleep, My king. We have the rest of our lives to make love and be together forever.’
He smiled and closed his eyes holding her close and pulled the bedsheets around them falling asleep.
“But what really helped was between set ups we just had a good bitch together. I wasn’t sure about Timothée Chalamet. I didn’t like the fact that he was too successful. But I asked him about some really important Hollywood stars that he had worked with, and he gave me all the dirt. Then I warmed to him.”
-Hugh Grant joking about working with Timothée
Photo credit: wonka_news and video credit to: HaiLe2610 (Twitter)
bitch please I need part 2 of Timmy character cuddle now please
Theodore "Laurie" Laurence
he's madly in love with you, and totally obsessed, so he's always down for cuddling, or any type of hug to just hold you in his arms.
he always makes sure that you are physically and mentally comfortable in all situations, and cuddle time is no different. He asks things like, "Is it alright if I put my arm here?" "Is this comfortable for you?" "You can go to sleep like this, right?"
loves it when he feels all manly holding you against him as his little spoon.
oftentimes likes to read to you as you rest your head on his chest and caresses your hair.
King Henry V "Hal"
not into it.
he wasn't raised to show soft emotions like love or show any type of affection or intimacy.
but he will cuddle with you for a while, only if he knows it will lead to sex, which is one of the few ways he knows how to show his love for you.
"As my Queen," he says, "You are the only person in the world with my permission to hug me, or even touch me."
he will kiss your cheek or the top of your head.
he will let you lay on his chest at night while you sleep.
Kyle Scheible
he is like King Hal in the way that he isn't a super emotional guy.
will cuddle as long as sex follows.
will probably try to talk you out of cuddling so he can talk about something more important, like the number of civilians killed in Iraq or the government putting tracking devices on us.
shares a hand-rolled cigarette with you as you cuddle. it's his way of being close, but still casual and carefree.
gives you surprisingly sweet, tender kisses in odd places, like your elbow.
Elio Perlman
he might initiate cuddles by grabbing your waist playfully, and steal some kisses on your neck, maybe some silly little love bites too.
sometimes he wants to cuddle with the promise of love making, but other times, he just wants to feel pampered by you. He likes for you to play with his hair, and to idly run your fingertips over his face as you watch tv together. but if it's quiet and he's totally relaxed and laying across your lap, he might softly hum the tune he's currently learning to play on piano.
he might bring a peach to bed so you can share a bite. He loves looking at you, loves watching you take a bite of the juicy fruit, and maybe you lick the juices off his fingers before he kisses you, to taste the peach on your lips.