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nikkisheep · 10 months

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To Be Alone With You

Anthony Bridgerton x female!Sharma!reader

Warnings: Smut, TENSION, cursing, oral (f), reader is Kate's full sister, kissing, touching when not supposed to, Anthony and his voice (warning himself), virgin reader (innocent ofc), sex on a dock (lol), kinda public sex, slight angst

I am so sorry that it got so long but it is so worth it. This is also my first Bridgerton fic so hope its good. :)

Summary: It was time that Anthony Bridgerton to finally meet the final Sharma sister who may stand in his way of marrying Miss Edwina Sharma but not like he expected her to.

Anthony Bridgerton was a man who was used to having any woman melt and cling to his every word. Women practically threw themselves at his feet the moment he walked in the room. His presence was a strong one, making everyone eager to please the viscount.

When Viscount Bridgerton met Edwina Sharma, the newly named "Diamond of the Season", he was happy that he could find at least one woman with half a brain. Miss Edwina was the suitable bride and soon Viscountess. It was almost too easy, so he thought. That was until he met the elder sister of Miss Edwina. Kate Sharma, a woman of one and twenty who was unwed herself, was a challenge that Anthony could not refuse. He fell into a pursuit to win over the eldest Sharma sister, doing everything by the book. Well, with a few exceptions.

The Viscount did not want a love match. He could never fall in love with the woman who will bear his children. He just couldn't. And Miss Edwina Sharma was exactly the woman who he could not possibly love but, she would make a wonderful bride for him to breed and come to have a heir to fill the Viscount role when Anthony died.

A last, his mother, Viscountess Violet Bridgerton, had invited the Sharma family to visit the lovely Aubrey Halls. It would be Mrs. Mary Sharma, the lovely girls' mother, Miss Edwina Sharma and then Miss Kate Sharma. Anthony was ready to deal with Kate when she arrived.

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Dinner was being served when the thunder started. Benedict seemed like he had lost his mind, no doubt had drank Colin's tea that he brought from his travels.

"Have you noticed, Col?" Benedict asked, "The twinkles of the candles, it is as....as if we sit among the stars."

Eloise snorted and looked to her older brother, "What is wrong with you?''

"I was just telling Benedict how brilliant the stars were in Greece," answered Colin.

Benedict went to take a sip of his wine but knocked it over, causing Violet and the other ladies to gasp at the table. The brother smiled and rubbed his hands over his cheeks in an innocent way.

"Lord Bridgerton, Miss Sharma here," A butler said.

"Whatever do you mean, Miss Sharma is here? How many are there?"

In just a few seconds a woman walks in, wearing the similar purple dress that the Sharma sisters were wearing. She looked identical to Kate, except her eyes were lighter. Her hair was more brown than black and she held her head high. Her presence was enough to even sober up Benedict for a moment.

"Is it just me or is there two Kates?" Benedict said, mind foggy.

"I am so sorry for my late arrival. Lady Bridgerton, the house is lovely." The woman said.

Violet blushed and thanked the woman. The older woman always enjoyed getting compliments about her home that she shared with Edmund.

"You said you couldn't make it," Edwina states as she moves to hug the woman. Everyone was confused as a goose until Kate stood up.

"This is my sister," Kate said, moving to stand by her.

You introduce yourself and smile at everyone, that is until you see Anthony. He had this look about him and you couldn't quite tell.

"I assume this is the viscount you were telling me about, Kate?" You said.

"Yes, this is Lord Bridgerton. He is the viscount and is to marry Edwina."

You looked at him and he just smirked. He had found a new toy to play with. And god did he want to play.

You looked at him.

"My lord, forgive me for my tartiness," You say, voice rich.

"All is forgiven, my lady." He had a hard look.

"Please, I am hardly a noble lady to earn that title,'' You tease.

Anthony was taken by surprise, no one had ever teased about their noblity or anything. Being a proper lady is very serious and not taken lightly. There was another Sharma sister, but at least this one seemed nice. For now.

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You were quite the most annoying and challenging lady Anthony had the misery to meet. You talked too much, you jested a bit, your teasing with Benedict made his blood boil. Your words melting off your tongue and practically bringing Anthony's younger brother to his knees.

Benedict's face had blushed right before you move to rest your hand on his shoulder.

"My dear, Benedict, how are you?" You asked kindly, flashing that beautiful smile that made everyone melt.

"I am quite well, Miss Sharma." He looked down right flustered with your presence beside him.

Lady Bridgerton held a small ball at Aubrey Hall and Benedict had just finished dancing with you. The two of you had swept through the floor, everyone in envy that Mr. Bridgerton's attention was solely on you.

"Brother, I hate to steal our guest from you but I am in need of a dance," Anthony stepped in to say.

"I suppose that I have one dance in me," You laughed.

"I hadn't asked yet," Anthony said.

"Well, in that case, Benedict you wouldn't mind having yet another dance with me?" You smirked when Anthony rolled his eyes and groaned.

Once you got on the dance floor, Anthony could not keep his eyes off you, even as he danced with Edwina and Kate.

"My brother seems to be taking a liking to you," Benedict smiled.

"Please, he wants to marry my sister. After all, who even said I wanted him. Maybe I want you," You whisper the last part in his ear. He shudders against you and smiles.

"Is that true now, Miss Sharma?"

"Perhaps."

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Pall Mall was the ruthless game that the Bridgerton's ever played. The Mallet of Death sat in your hands as Benedict had handed it to you with a wink and a sly smile. You blushed at the brother's antics.

He moved to be closer to you and whispered something in your ear which made you snort aloud and Kate looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Who has my bloody mallet?" Anthony's voice boomed in the air.

"My lord, I do not know," Kate smirked.

"Where is it?"

You coughed to clear your throat, suddenly bringing the Viscount's attention to you. That might have been a bad idea. It surely was.

"You...You have my mallet, I believe."

"I do?" You inquired.

"Yes, Miss Sharma, you do."

"Well, I suppose that I could just give it to you," You start to hand it to him, his siblings surprised at how easy you were giving it up, and Anthony was smiling, "But first you will have to catch me." You took off running down the field and Anthony just watched in surprise.

"Did she?"

"I believe she did," Daphne laughed. She watched as her older brother looked as if he wanted to blow up.

"Dear brother, I think you should go get her if that mallet is very important to you." Colin laughed as Anthony ran down the field, looking for you as the Mallet of Death rested in your possession.

He ran looking for you and he heard your sweet giggle coming from in the garden. He looked to see that everyone had given up on waiting for them and started the match without the two of you. He walked around the garden to find you crouching behind a hedge and was covering your mouth as you looked around the side of the bush, hoping to not be seen.

His boots moved to quietly as he stalked closer to your frame. He then grabbed your waist and picked you up, causing you to gasp into his hand.

"Lord Bridgerton, put me down this instant."

He placed you down on the ground and stands close to your body. His warmth and scent poured over you in waves. He smelt like sweat, dirt, body wash, slight scent of vanilla, and sandalwood?

"Lord Bridger-"

"Anthony, my name is Anthony." He said, panting at the closeness that he had created.

"My lord-"

"Anthony."

"My lord, it is improper to call you by your given name," You say, trying to catch your breath and not breathe his scent in.

"And us being in my mother's garden alone is very improper, I dare say, Miss Sharma."

Your smell floods his senses when he takes a deep breath and move closer to you, chests touching. The smell of dirt, sweat, lilies and Jasmine? God, it drove him crazy. Just being around you drove him crazy.

"You followed me here.''

"You ran here."

"You chased me."

"You took my mallet."

"I-" You stutter, "Benedict gave it to me."

He looks at you with something dark in his eyes, something that burned with fiery. His hand came to touch your waist and you nearly melt. He looks at your chest, noticing that you were wearing the Bridgerton color. You normally wore purple but you were wearing the baby blue that stood for his family.

"You are wearing my family color," He says, blood rushing some where it did not need to be.

"Oh, I had not known that I wasn't allowed to wear blue."

"It stands for my family and you...are...wearing...my...color."

His body presses closer to you, invading your space. He moves to corner you against the tall hedge, the only thing keeping your situation from any on lookers.

His mouth moves to rest beside your ear, hot breath fanning over the exposed skin there, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"You want something, I can sense it."

You shudder.

"And what would that be, my lord?"

"You want me," He said lowly.

"You are to marry Edwina," You correct him.

"That doesn't change that you desire me," He chuckles at your attempt.

"I beg your pardon. You are a rake and I have no desire for such a person like you. You are to marry my sister, not me. If you wish to be with my sister than act like it, if not then leave her alone. I will not be some play thing for you to play with when you want to."

"Oh but you are my play toy. You are whatever I want you to be. Do you know why?" He asked.

"Why?"

"Because all I have to do is whisper real close to your ear, like this," He moved even closer, "And tell you that I desire you in ways that would make any mama blush and cry out for improper topics to a lady."

You take in a ragged breath.

"Desire me?"

"Yes, why do you think I came out here to get you?"

"To get your mallet?"

"No, so I can have you."

" You are courting my sister to marry. I am done with this topic and I am leaving this garden. Good day, Lord Bridgerton."

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Anthony was reeling. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He can't sleep at night because of you. It wasn't your fault. No, it was your fault. You were the one who kept reminding him of his soon to be proposal to your sister and putting him in his place. Heavens above, he couldn't help but be aroused when you put him where he was meant to be. And that perfume that you have, Jasmine and Lillies, god it did things to him.

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The day had been hot, very hot and you knew that you shouldn't but you were burning for a swim in the lake. You couldn't help it. After being in the garden with the Viscount, it felt you aflame.

Sneaking out of your chambers, you made your way outside to the lake that rested toward the trees.

Looking around, you made sure that no one was up and you were making sure that you were not followed. You made your way to a tree and took off your coat. Yo began your task of unbuttoning your gown.

Anthony watched you remove each piece of fabric from your body as he made his way down to the lake himself. He had not known that you were going to be here. He had not expected it. He always goes for a midnight swim when he couldn't sleep. Why he couldn't sleep? You.

Slipping onto the dock, you take a dive, cold water enveloping your body. It felt heavenly against your heated skin. Anthony was never to be allowed to know that he was the reason behind the midnight swim in the lake. You swam to the middle and was sighing while looking up to the moon. The entire lake was lit by the moon, banishing all shadows from being cast onto your face. You looked angelic.

Anthony slipped in the water after stripping completely bare and went underwater. He wanted to see you move about when you were by yourself. He had wanted to see you nude, part of his mind begging him to see what you looked like, but you were still a lady and he was a gentleman.

You heard a splash and you turned around very quickly, spotting none other than Anthony Bridgerton. You knew you were caught and he would laugh at you but he just swam closer. You could only see his shoulders and water was dripping down them to be collected back to the lake.

"My lord-"

"I do believe that we are now way past formalities," He chuckled.

He was silently begging to hear his name fall from your lips. He knew this was wrong. You were his betrothed sister. You were a lady. You were innocent. If he took that from you, you would be ruined. But...but you looked so desirable. You looked just ready to be ravished by his mouth. To be tasted in places that you had never thought of to be touched. To be submitted to such incredible pleasure that Anthony knew that he could bring you. To be his.

He swam closer to you, grabbing your hand which he used to pull you until you were placing your hands on his shoulders to hold onto. You gasped at how warm he still was, even in the chilled water of the night. Anthony looked at you, smiling when he realizes that you move even closer, your legs brushing every time you move to keep yourselves afloat.

"I want you," He admits.

He kisses your lips, groaning when you kiss back only for a second before he feels himself being pushed away from you.

"You are engaged to my sister," You say.

"Not yet."

"But-"

"But, I want you. I don't want Edwina. I don't want Kate. I want you," He says, "I desire you."

Anthony kissed your lips once more, swallowing any sound coming from your mouth. His tongue brushed yours and you moaned. You had never done that but with Anthony, you felt so good you couldn't keep it inside.

Anthony had you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling something quite odd in between his legs but you didn't question it when he took your breast into his awaiting mouth. He sucked your nipple and ran his tongue around it as he teased you mercilessly. Your hair was down so it was hanging in the water as you threw your head back in bliss as he moved to bite at your collarbones and neck.

Anthony moved the two of you all the way to the dock, picking you up out of the water and seating you directly onto the hard wood. He then watches as you move back, suddenly aware of how exposed you are to him. He puts his hands on the dock and pushes himself out of the water, droplets trickling down his slightly hairy chest down to his now every noticeable something. You didn't know what on earth it could even be.

"What is that?" You said shyly, pointing to his hips.

"That would be my cock." He just chuckled.

"It looks hard," You said, "does it hurt?"

He groaned at your innocence. God, you were going to be the death of him. You looked so nervous to even ask and then when you did, you blushed deeply. You were so cute.

"It hurts some times when I desire someone really bad," He explained.

"Like Edwina? Did it ever hurt for Edwina or Kate?" You asked softly.

"No, never with them. I want you," He said, holding your face, "God, you consume every thought that I make. You make it so, so hard to be a gentleman. There is no way that I can escape you, no matter how hard I try because you are always in my mind."

He kissed you once more and you let him. You were going to forget about Edwina, who the man currently moving in between your legs and kissing every inch of your body, was supposed to get married to. You were going to forget the rules of being a proper lady. You were going to forget formalities and just revel in the pleasure that is being caused by the mouth of your sister's soon to be betrothed.

"Anthony!" You cried when he made contact with the little bud between your folds and he licked it. Your body was shot with electricity that sent your back to be arching.

He hummed against your core and went back to sucking on your clit. No one or nothing could have prepared you for the Viscount's tongue to slip inside of you. He had done so when you were pulling on his hair as you grasped for anything but you could not find anything to ground you. Anthony swept you away in pure pleasure as he ate you like a starved man. He drank anything your body was willing to give and he took it with a groan. His eyes rolled back as he tasted you.

"Oh, my lord-"

"It's Anthony. Just Anthony," He said before staring at your weeping cunt.

Your hands pulled at the man's hair and his other hand, that wasn't holding down your hips, moved up to grab a hold of your free hand that was gripping your breast. Your back arched when he made one last circle with his tongue on your clit and you burst with carnal desire. You shook against Anthony's mouth as he drank you in.

He thought you were so beautiful laying out for him, under the stars on his dock, wet hair after a late night swim and most of all, the way the moon shone down on you. You looked ever so innocent but oh so dirty.

"Are you okay?" He asked when he noticed you not moving but still shaking.

"I'm more than okay."

He laughed and began kissing up your body. His tongue poked out every once and a while as he traveled up to your mouth. The taste of yourself was erotic. You had never known something could exist. Anthony moved on top of you and positioned himself so that his cock would rest between your sensitive folds. He had to contain himself so that he wouldn't cum right on the spot.

You gave him a nod before he claimed your lips as he pushed himself inside your waiting body. You moaned out loud before you started panting against Anthony's mouth as the two of you tried to adjust to the sudden feeling. His arms shook as his head fell onto your chest as your hand ran through his hair, pulling slightly.

"Are you ready for me to move because if you aren't that's okay but I really need to move?" Water trickled down his body as he held himself above you, looking down at you.

"Please, Anthony." He smiled at his name and started to slowly pull out, letting you feel every ridge and vein his dick possessed and you were enjoying it. Anthony thrusted back in and your head fell back against the wooden dock. As Anthony thrusted his cock in and out of you, the only things that could be heard was your labored breathing and the sounds of your bodies moving against each other as the two of you reached new heights together and the sound of crickets chirping in the grass.

"Oh, god you feel so good," Anthony groaned.

"So fucking good," You panted, hips rising to match his. You were chasing something but you didn't know what. You didn't even know what was happening when your muscles started to tighten and some kind of euphoria started to crash down on you.

Anthony's breathing got caught in his throat as he watched your face contort in pleasure as he pumped himself constantly in you, trying to reach his end. He looked at your blissful face and decided that you would give him another.

"Just one more, darling, and then I can fill you up real nice." His hand went in between your legs as he watched himself move inside and out of you. His thumb began circling your clit, his cock hitting the right spots every time, his face tightening in desirable lust as he held himself above you, moving faster, trying to make you cum for a third time before he got his.

"Oh, Anthony!" You moan before he places a kiss on your lips to silence you. You cum one last time and Anthony unloads himself completely in you once bottoming out inside you. You laid there with him as he felt the aftershocks of his orgasm and you shuddered at the sudden cold.

Anthony kisses you lazily as he feels you giggle against his lips when he sighs into you. He pulls out and then shudders at the cold.

"I think we should go get some nice warm milk and sit by the fire to warm up," He proposes.

"Won't we get caught?"

"Darling, we just had sex on the dock in front of my house and you are worried about getting caught with some milk by the fire?" He laughed.

"Well, I can't be seen with you alone."

"Fine, but let's get dressed and go inside so we can sleep."

"In the same room?" You ask in a quiet voice.

"Not yet. We might get caught."

"Maybe getting caught wouldn't be so bad then," You giggle when you see his bare ass.

"Oh you are a little minx," Anthony groans.

"Maybe," You gasp when he picks you up after you get dressed and then carries you inside.

He takes you to your room and puts you down so you can stand. He doesn't want to let go but he knows he needs to leave soon.

''Good night, Miss Sharma." He said with a kiss.

"Good night, Lord Bridgerton," You sigh against his lips.

The kiss is passionate but is cut short when the clock decided to strike three and make a loud noise. You both laugh and he sees you close the door and he then walks to his chambers.

He finally can go to sleep with a smile on his face. A smile that didn't disappear the following day until he realized that he had to propose to your sister, Edwina Sharma.

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Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 10 - Villa Butlers’ Views on Marriage

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~ Later on ~

Having left Rosetown, we arrived in the city of Maroota. Unlike during Christmas, Maroota in early summer is quiet and serene.

Hanamaru: "Hehe... Finally, it's our turn as the villa butlers."

> "Let's have fun, guys"

Teddy: "Yes! Likewise, please enjoy!"

Yuhan: "Please have a great time, my lord."

Hanamaru: "Winter in Maroota is bustling, but in this season it's calm and it's not a bad thing at all. Being able to hang out with you… made all that hard work pay off. So, how about taking it easy today? By taking a nap maybe?"

Yuhan: "Honestly... Show a bit more enthusiasm in front of the lord, Mr. Hanamaru."

Teddy: "By the way... We're here in Maroota now, but last year around this time... How did you spend it, my lord?"

> "Me?"

Teddy: "Yes! During last June's Bride season... Did you spend it like this, out and about?"

> "No, it was different"

Muu: "Yes, last year the lord... took wedding photos with all the butlers! We also asked everyone about their views on marriage. It was so much fun!"

Teddy: "W-wedding photos…!? Between the lord and butlers!?"

Yuhan: "Was it perhaps… a request from the Grovaner family to do so…?"

> "No, it wasn't"

Hanamaru: "Well, I guess not. Ain't no way they're requesting some butlers’ views on marriage anyway."

Muu: "Ah, speaking of which..."

Yuhan: "Oh, Muu. What is it?"

Muu: "I want to hear what everyone from the Villa thinks about marriage!”

Teddy: "Wha, wh-what!?"

Yuhan: "That's… rather sudden."

> "But, I might be interested too”

Muu: "Hehe… I know you'd think so too, my lord."

Hanamaru: "Anyway, why would you wanna know about our views on marriage, Muu?"

Muu: "Last year, I had so much fun hearing various views on marriage...!"

> “It's good to hear everyone's thoughts”

Hanamaru: “Knowing what the others are thinking, huh… yeah, that sounds exciting. Then, for the sake of letting the lord know about us… Let's start with the Views on Marriage Tournament.”

> “T-tournament?”

Teddy: “By tournament, did you mean there'll be winners and losers?”

Hanamaru: “Nah, sorry. I didn't think that far.”

Yuhan: “How sloppy… However… it might be a good opportunity to let the lord know more about us.”

> “Will you tell me what your views on marriage are?”

Yuhan: “Certainly. If my idea works for you, I'll share as much as you desire.”

Hanamaru: “I’m okay with it. I was the one who brought it up, after all.”

Teddy: “Of course, I'll also tell mine! But I’ve never really thought about marriage before… so I might end up saying unrelated things.”

Hanamaru: “Well, won't we all? And so, for the first one… go ahead Teddy, do tell.”

Teddy: “Huh? I go first?”

> “Can you tell me, Teddy?”

Hanamaru: “Of course for this kinda situation, it gotta start with Teddy, the Villa group's marauding captain!”

Teddy: “Uhm~... I'm not planning to be the marauding captain… but understood! It's important to say this kind of things boldly, so I'm fine being the one to go first!”

Thus, the Villa butlers’ ‘Views on Marriage Tournament’ began.

Teddy: “Up until now… I've never thought deeply about marriage… but basically, I want to make my partner smile! There are many difficult and unfair things in life… I want to protect my partner from those dark things with my strength. As long as there's a smile… we can overcome even the tough things.”

Hanamaru: “I see… sounds like Teddy's marriage partner would be able to smile everyday.”

Teddy: “I can't say it for sure, but if possible, I want them to spend everyday with a smile! For that, I'm ready to do anything!

For example, I'll make breakfast every morning… Brew coffee… or carry their shopping bags. I won't let my partner carry heavy things!

Oops… I'm sorry. Will this be acceptable as my view on marriage? I feel like… I'm saying unrelated things in the end though…”

> “It was really wonderful”

Yuhan: “Indeed. Mr. Teddy’s kindness came across.”

Teddy: “Hehe, thank you very much!”

Hanamaru: “Well, next is… Yuhan, go ahead.”

Yuhan: “So it's my turn. Well… I… don't have many expectations for marriage. If I have to say… I want to have a house in a natural, mountainous area. I don't need anything luxurious or extravagant.

If I can live quietly together with my partner… I couldn't ask for anything more. Quietly, modestly… respecting each other and living peacefully.”

> “It's so like you, Yuhan, it's wonderful”

Yuhan: “Fufu, is that so? Thank you very much.”

Teddy: “Yes! It's just like you, the reliable and kind Mr. Yuhan!”

Yuhan: “However… if I were to be like myself… I want to make my partner's heart pounds while we're supposedly living quietly.”

Teddy: “Huh? Making their heart pounds?”

Yuhan: “Yes. While I do prefer living quietly, I also like some excitement. That's why… I think this excitement in moderation is necessary when living with them.”

> “Excitement in moderation…”

Hanamaru: “Right… I'm always nervous under Yuhan’s supervision.”

Yuhan: “Mr. Hanamaru will definitely laze around when left unsupervised after all. I'd like you to be more nervous if possible…But… well, setting the unrelated talk aside, that's all from me.”

> “Thank you for letting me hear it”

Yuhan: “No, if this kind of talk from me is acceptable to you, my lord, let me do so… anytime you'd like.”

Muu: "Well then, lastly… Mr. Hanamaru, please!”

> “Tell us, Hanamaru”

Hanamaru: "Alright, I got it. Well, you see... I don't have a clear idea, but I think it's better for us to live as we are together. If my partner wants to depend on me or even dominate me… whatever they like, I don't mind. If they can show their true selves and feel at ease in front of me... That's the best.

Also, communication is important, I guess. Talking about things like the weather when we wake up… or just sharing thoughts that randomly come to mind... Even trivial things are fine.

I want it… a relationship where we can say, ‘I can talk to this person about anything.’ That way… maybe when something difficult happens, we can help each other right away, right?

Well, being an adult means we need to put up with lots of things. At least, with the two of us… I wanna help them so they don't need to hold back so much.

Having tea together on the porch… spending time chatting with just the two of us… How about it? Do you think it's good?”

> “Yeah”

Hanamaru: “But, such a peaceful everyday life… can collapse with a sudden trigger. That's why, no matter what happens… I will protect my partner and everything my partner cherishes.

Marriage is not just about the person you love… It's about protecting everything your partner loves. So, my view on marriage is something like this.

What do you think, my lord? Did you fall for me again?”

> "Um, well..."

Yuhan: "Really… Completely ruined with just one word."

Teddy: "But... I think Mr. Hanamaru's thoughts are cool!"

Hanamaru: "You think so? Thanks, Teddy."

Muu: "Hehe… I had fun hearing everyone's thoughts!"

> "Thanks, guys"

Yuhan: "No, likewise, thank you very much for listening to us."

Teddy: "Yes! Once again, thank you for getting to know us a little more!"

Muu: "Oh, by the way... There's still something I haven't asked everyone!"

Hanamaru: "Hm, what is it now?"

Muu: "Yes, I asked the butlers in the main building last year, but... Are you all married?"

Hanamaru: "...*chokes*!!"

Yuhan: "Married...? Are you talking about us?"

Hanamaru: “Th-that was so surprising... I choked."

> "Come to think of it, we never asked"

Teddy: "Uh, um... The three of us are not married."

Yuhan: “None of us are married… and no one among us has been married."

Muu: "I see! Thank you for letting me know!"

Teddy: "Huh? Ah, yeah..."

Hanamaru: "...Muu, you sometimes ask such outrageous things out of the blue.”

note: marauding captain is yugioh's official English translation for the term. It's like someone who attacks/charges first in a shock troop/assault troop in a war.

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darlinboypresley · 1 year

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lotta true crime part 4

pairing: serial killer Austin x reader

summary: serial killer Austin kidnaps reader who has a podcast about true crime with her friends cus she saw something she shouldn't

trigger warnings: mentions of murder and well death kidnapping Stockholm syndrome.. mentions of various serial killers talk of blood and knifes psychotic thinking... and smut in the next chapters last but not least my shitty writing

authors note: sorry it took so long to write art 4 i kept re writing it. might be a part 5,6

special tag: @asshlyyyy

*couple of years earlier *

“I might…” Austin said as he took another swing of his drink. “I might kill my ex…” he laughed as he looked at his best friend.

“Not the best idea…. Her new boyfriends next.” He said and stared daggers at his so called best friend Jordan, but Jordan should’ve known better he should’ve know better then fuck Austin’s girlfriend.

Did he really love her no? Did that matter no. It wasn’t a if I can’t have her no one will kind of case, but tsk he thought Jordan knew better then touch what’s his

*present time*

Now how did he get here…in downtown Los Angeles.

He slit the girls neck, but little did he know he was getting sloppy sure he wore gloves but there was a witness .. and he dropped the knife.

Little did he know that person saw his face. Maybe not clearly but certain details they’ll remember

*pov switch*

Meanwhile It’s been a couple of months since Austin kidnapped you.

Your friends and family have been looking for you every night and day, while you were happily playing house with your serial killer boyfriend. And the worst part was it didn’t even bother you one bit.

You were happy and sure Austin wasn’t perfect but who was you were blinded by love. And you weren’t exactly perfect either. You cleaned the stains out of his blood stained clothes and made him dinner.

If you were being honest Austin was insane and you handled it beautifully. You never saw yourself as a house wife at all you hated when people wanted that 1950s shit they asked from you.

But here you were willing to be a bride love really did make blind and you’d be damned if you’d let it slip by.

When Austin came home from work you were laying on the couch as you scrolled though Netflix. Watching that new Dahmer show, because at the end of the day you were still a true crime student taking online courses.

He smiled softly as he put his keys down after he locked the door back up. He walked over to the couch and bend down kissing you. “Hi” he said in between the kiss “baby”. You smiled softly and kissed back holding his cheek. “Hm hi how was work?” You asked and sat up a bit.

Austin sat down on the couch and put your legs on his lap. He let out a dry chuckle and started kissing up your neck. “Chilled a bit” he mumbled. Getting closer and closer to your ear “killed a bit” he whispered in your ear. And started to tickle you.

You laughed softly, this man had all of you, he owned you and he…. He would be lost without you. It’s crazy really how fast two people can fall in love, how fast they can bond over being insane… and then end up insanely in love with one another. You remember your friends, they were talking about you on the podcast it was kinda sad. A part of you felt guilty but then again they never treated you good did they. At the end of the day you knew that in a few months they wouldn’t even notice you were gone.

You got snapped out of your thoughts. As the door bell ring you looked over at Austin and he frowned as he checked the camera on his phone. “Cops…?” He mumbled to himself as he looked at you. “Listen honey I want you to go hide in room underneath our bed okay?” He said and cupped your face kissing you.

After the kiss you ran off and hid underneath your bed. Austin on the other hand went out to the door and opened it. “Good afternoon officer,how can I help you today?” He asked ever do polite. “ good afternoon mr butler just wondering why you got all these… bars up your window and doors…?” The police officer asked suspicious.

Austin chuckles and let out a small sigh “yeah well officer I do live in a nasty neighborhood rather be safe then sorry” he said and rubbed the back of his neck.

The officer nodded and scanned all over him still suspicious. “What happened to your hand..? If I may ask” the officer asked and looked at the bandage around his hand. “Oh I burned it while taking something out of the oven.” Austin said and looked down at his hand.

The Other officer nodded and spoke up. “You haven’t heard anything about the murders in the neighborhood have you, the missing girl?” He said as he showed him a. Picture of you, Austin looked at the picture and shook his head “no sir sorry I haven’t seen her around” was all he said. The officer nodded and spoke up for the last time “just uh stay in town we might have some more questions, if you see anything call us” he said before walking of.

Austin nodded and closed the door “good day officer”. He said and waited for them to to get in their car and drive of as soon as they did. He kicked the door “FUCK”. He said and rubbed his face you came running out of the room and looked at him.

“What’s happening ..?” You asked nervous. Austin walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well baby better start packing, we’re going to Vegas “

love, jessica

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ryomens-vixen · 7 months

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Hello! As my Bio states, The name is Vixen or Pluto! I'm not new here, but I am new to blogging, and I want to at least have fun doing it. I'm a writer and a soon to be artist.

✊😌I am a PROUD member of the LeG BooTy Qommunity 🏳‍🌈

I have an unhealthy obsession with Villains and every now and then I might simp for the main character, but my 🫀 will always be for the Villains, especially Sukuna. I may not do full on stories because I have writers block BUT I promise I will be doing head canons, Yes I take requests by the way.

WHAT I WILL DO: Smut/N$FW, Fluff sometimes, head canons, dark content, requests, Comfort, Personal Requests, Character x ♀️ Yn, Character x Character.

WHAT I WON'T DO: Male YN, GN YN, Omegaverse,Furry.

Animes I've seen: Tokyo revengers, JJK, DBZ, Demon Slayer, Ancient Magus Bride, BNHA, Bleach, FATE SERIES, Baki, Black Butler, FMAB/FMA, Soul Eater, OHSHC, Inuyasha, Haikyuu, Seven Deadly Sins.

Fun Fact: I do Play Genshin so yes you can request genshin characters.

I do have Stories of my Own and OOCs so sometimes I will post about them as a way of keeping up with my own characters and plot so if you do see said posts 🙏please ignore it or if you want to you can ask me about it only if you are curious :3

Vixen's Masterlist

Reasons: I know I go by He and Her pronouns, but I'm biologically not a boy so I do not think I could even remotely write anything pertaining or catering to the male audience and I've seen a lot of writers get harassed in their ask box about only writing Character x ♀️ YN, Do us both a favor and please seek out different writers. Same thing for the furry and omegaverse thing I'm not to comfort at all writing that so please seek out other writers.

Minors DNI, I am not going to argue with y'all in the comments or reblogs, I will block you immediately please go argue with someone else like yo mama or yo teacher...cause I'm not either one of them.

Warming to Pro shippers: No this isn't to degrade y'all or anything I am a very open-minded and unbothered person, but I want to say this if you send me a request I rather you personally send it to me because other people who don't like what you like can get uncomfortable and I want my blog to be a judgement free and harassment free place, So depending on what you inbox me I may or may not write it, but I will not post it publically, I hope you understand. I repeat (I AM A VERY VERY VERY UNBOTHERED PERSON THAT DOES NOT MEAN I LIKE OR DISLIKE OR SUPPORT, IT GENERALLY MEANS I AM JUST NOT BOTHERED BY IT) and I'm just not the type of person to judge if I'm uncomfortable I will tell you, but I'm not gonna belittle anyone over something they like I just don't have it in me. Sorry.

#new blogger #sukuna x you #geto x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #gojo satoru #geto suguru #Spotify #jujutsu kaisen

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yuukei-yikes · 6 months

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It’s me back in the ask box again for another super important question:

What “cringe” fandoms would the mekadan have been into as kids. Like we know Marry was a black butler girlie but I need to know the rest. Who was deeply invested in the fnaf lore, who was cosplaying as homestuck trolls, who was shipping creepypastas. I am desperate for answers only you can provide.

EXCELENT question. i ADORE this question.

ayano is into homestuck. used to role play warrior cats. loves the marvel cinematic universe, and just any superhero comic book stuff in general. canonically into jojo.

kido's is BANDS. specifically bands considered emo back in 2013 or something. my chemical romance. blink 189. black veil brides. that was their shit. also im sorry but they were a superwholock. sorryyyyyy i also think they'd be into medical dramas like grey's anatomy and dr house LMAO

i dont think seto did or does fandoms. i think seto goes outside too much. he's the only one who has no idea what being in a fandom is like, also the least online definitely (I'll get to mary)

kano would be into youtubers/celebrities. he's so into celebrity gossip it's impossible to talk to him he knows of names youve never even heard of.

like u said mary is a black butler girlie but i guess she could like other mangas... i also think she'd watch medical dramas with kido. BUT she doesnt internet so she has no idea about any of it she just lore dumps everyone instead about any book she's reading. she finds out black butler is actually animated and forces everyone to sit down and watch it with her

momo was the one shipping creepypastas btw. i also think she's a sims girlie she's obsessed with its lore and loves making ocs in there and ends up obsessed with her own sims families (commissions haruka a bunch)

shintaro is into magical girls animes. like any of them. but i also think he'd like some popular cartoons like steven universe LOLLL he was probably furiously defending pearl online. also i think he used to make youtube poops and sparta remixes when he was like 14

haruka and takane are the fnaf lore guys especially haruka i seriously think he arrives to school one day after he stayed up all night watching fnaf lore videos and told takane all about it. they're the ones lining up for the movie rn. they also probably roleplayed undertale together in highschool. also i think takane likes analog horror which is horrible for haruka bc i think he hates horror but he's also weirdly fascinated by it so he's watching through his fingers anything takane puts on lol. they tend to share their fandoms especially in hs because haruka was furiously googling anything takane mentioned to have conversation topics with her

hiyori's obviously into idols. i think like kido she loves bands too but she's from the directioner bts stan vibes. and hibiya i LOVE to make jokes abt him being into whatever 12 year olds are into (fortnite, among us, fnaf) and seriously i do love that and i think gamer hibiya is possible with the power of him making the effort to learn to use his phone and the internet bc all his friends live far away and in the process learns abt all that. but before that he was like seto he has no idea what it feels like to be in a fandom and cannot understand hiyori's visions. he's still not SUPER online though

i loved this question. more questions like this i beg

#ask tag #headcanons #mekadan #i wanna start using that tag for headcanons that talk abt everyone

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dilfartist · 1 year

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Mine, and mine alone

Pairing; Corpse bride Jolyne x reader

TW; death, cheating, forced marriages, yandere themes, homophobia mentioned, religion mentioned, age gap mentioned, NSFW mentioned a couple of times.

Word count: 4.5K

A/n; So sorry this took me a long time! I was hoping all the requests would be finished during Halloween, but I procrastinated and wanted at least on fic to be released in October. So sorry in advance if it seems rushed

You never understood why playing chess was such a complicated task for you.

The black queen is raised aloft off the chessboard. Your eyes skim the chessboard, searching for its rightful place to claim your win against your opponent. Your opponent -also known as the head butler of the estate- Richard, observed quietly, eyes following your hand that clasped the chest piece. A sensation of frustration grows by the minute, the sound of the fire crackling from the fire pit overwhelming you, interrupting your concentration.

Richard shakes his head, chuckling. “Chess is a game of skill; the game isn't for everyone, Mrs.L/n,” Richard says, his thin lips forming into a soft smile.

Richard shifts in his chair, extending his arm to reach for his teacup. “Chess is a game of skill.” Richard reminds you, just as he did a million times before you decided to play. “the game isn't for everyone, Mrs.L/n.”

“Yes, I know, but what less is there to do?” you whine. “I've already read all the interesting books in the library. There isn't much for me to do outside. And my soon-to-be husband is rarely home. I want nothing more than to go back to my hometown. I now despise the luxuries you once prayed to have.”

Not too long ago, you lived in a small town near a giant forest. You lived in poverty all your life; your parents struggled to keep food on the table or even a roof over your head. You remember wishing on many stars, praying to whoever listened to grant you the wish to live in riches, and not worrying about how your parents would pay the overdue rent. A life where you could relax. However, if obtaining your wish meant you’d have to be married to a selfish man, then you’d happily throw away your dreams.

(You recall the event vividly; Resting your head against the carriage window, you watched as the autumn-colored trees grew in number. The words ‘wouldn't take long’ were nothing but a lie; it felt like an eternity since you’d left the city. You're growing tired of sitting in one spot. Growing tired of the many bumps on the route, the coachmen decided to use. Weary of taking naps, hoping to pass the time.

A fuzzy sensation in your warning you that the next nap will cost you a headache.

Your eyes glance at your mother, sitting across from you. She quietly reads a novel she brought along. You, yourself, would have taken something on the ride if it weren't for the fact your mother rushed you into the carriage with no explanation.

Then again, you should have known what she was up to when you saw her with one of the only gowns she owns, telling you to dress in one of the fanciest dresses she’d purchased you the week prior; A seafoam green gown accompanied by a pair of long white gloves. Your lips form into a deep grimace. You look back to the window.

You’ve always dreamed of a life of luxury. Growing up struggling, all you could do was fantasize about the day you would live in riches, not having to worry about how your parents would pay the overdue rent. A life where you could relax.

However, if obtaining your wish meant you’d have to be married to a selfish man, then you’d happily throw away your dreams.

You hear paper folding, then a loud sigh fleeing your mother. “Stop with the grumpy face, Y/n. You know this is for the family. You know doing this will lead us all to a better life.” She chastised in a mumble, sending you a glare.

You shift in your seat, looking down at your hands. “Why does it have to be me?” you started. “Why can't you marry the old man?”

Your mother clicks her tongue, “how many times do I have to tell you he is attracted to younger women? I'm far too old for him.”

Your head snaps in your mother’s direction, hands bawling. “I can't believe you're doing this, mom! You don't even care about my feelings. You’re just selling me off to some pervert. And for what? A couple of thousand? Do I not matter to you?” you’re nearly in tears, breathing unsteadily, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from cursing.

Your mother snaps her fingers at you, “Don't raise your voice at me! Don't forget who you’re talking to!” you turn your head back to the window. “We need the money, Y/n. I don't want to do this either, but we have no choice.”

You slumped back in your seat: starting an Altercation would get you nowhere. Your mother’s mind never changes.

Placing her novel to the side, Your mother uncrosses her legs, inching closer to you. She takes your hands into her, starting deep into your eyes. Your eyes meet with your mother’s pity-filled orbs. “I promise, once we have all the money needed, we will come to get you.”

You close your eyes, feeling your body shaking against your mother’s motionlessly still hands. You can't find your voice, so you nod your head. You pray silently to any god listening for her to keep her promise. She leans back, returning to her novel.

The rest of the carriage ride was silent, no one uttering anything. You proceeded with staring out the window while your mother continued reading.

You notice the change in the panorama outside of the window. The trees lessened in number until there were none in sight. A vast sybaritic manor appeared, an enormous river beside it, no plant life besides grass

The carriage slows, then comes to a cessation. The carriage door on the right side squeaks open, and an emaciated man stands holding it open, greeting you with a welcoming smile. “Mrs. L/n, we have arrived to master Beckwith's manor.” The butler assists you both out of the carriage to the entrance of the manor.

You step out onto the stoned road, placing on your white sun hat to protect your eyes from the blinding sun. It hasn't even been five minutes, yet your skin is trickling with sweat. “Geez, it's hot out here!” The butler chuckles slightly, “Well, that's the Florida heat for you. You’re going to have to get used to it out here. Especially during the night.”

The front doors of the manor push open, and a middle-aged man walks out. The man models a fancy white suit with slicked-back brunette-colored hair with strands of grey in the front of his hairline. “Ah, Mrs. L/n. Sorry if I've kept you ladies waiting. I had some unexpected business to attend to,” he announces with a husky southern accent.

The man approaches your mother first, greeting her with a kiss on each cheek, then he turns his attention to you, a smile stretching on his face revealing a yellow-crooked smile. “And you are supposed to be my bride-to-be? You’re more beautiful in person!” his callused hand grabs yours, raising the back of your hand to his lips, and he places a gentle kiss. “I will cherish you forever, my dear.”)

Living with John wasn't the nightmare you had expected it to be. In the mornings, you awake in a lonely bed. John usually awakes at the crack of dawn to ride into town for business purposes. The servants serve you a decent breakfast, giving you thirty minutes to eat, then it's off to training.

John hired a woman named Gwendolyn to teach you the etiquette of a rich wife. Gwendolyn belonged to the Jones family; a wealthy family John worked along. Gwendolyn grew up taught what a woman was expected to do as a wife, and so she coveted you for being engaged to John.

She made this fact clear as day by torturing you each session. Gwendolyn told John lies about you, she hit you multiple times with her ruler declaring you were intentionally messing up, and she announced to a room of John’s coworkers that you’d never become the wife John needed.

Not only was she ruining your life, but she was also screwing your husband behind your back. You bet they were at it this very moment. It infuriated you. If John was committed to a young woman, why have an affair with a woman in her late twenties?

You theorized, John only engaged with you because others thought highly of him. Gwendolyn was considered hideous to many people and John Not wanting to be a laughing stock, John selected you to be his bride. Though you had no feelings for John, your feelings were hurt.

You slump back into your armchair, a grimace tugging on your lips. Leaning against the rose gold armchair, a huff of frustration escapes you. “Do you have anything, at all, that would entertain me?”

Richard thought for a moment, a hand stroking his chin. Richards's eyes widen in what seemed to be a realization, “I've worked in this mansion for many years; perhaps, I have a story or two that might satisfy your boredom.”

“Really?” you ask.

A cheeky smile blossoms on Richards's face, his excitement akin to a child on Christmas morning. Richard jubilantly rises from his chair, striding towards a dusty bookcase; His fingertip drags down the side of the bookcase until it finally halts at the letters J - M. Richard grabs, from what you can make out to be, a jewelry box. Richard inhales before blowing harshly on the jewelry box, blowing away all the dust. “There we go,” Richard mumbles, slowly approaching you.

Richard sets the box in front of you; Richard shows off a ring of keys, holding a single tiny key, “If this story piques your interest, then I'll gladly tell you the story.” You share a look for a moment. Instinctively, your arm reaches for the key.

Your eyes travel to the golden plate on top of the lock. Engraved on the golden plate is the name Jolyne Cujoh, written in cursive. Inserting the key, you unhurriedly twist it. The box unlocks ajar with a click. A breathtaking melody fades in as a butterfly a mixture of green and blue, twirls in the center of the box.

In one of the cubbies, you grab a folded paper. Unfolding the paper, it showed a crinkled photograph of a gorgeous woman. You felt your cheeks flush drinking up her features. The woman, Jolyne, had a muscular physique, which you could only describe as a slim to athletic build. She wore her hair quite differently than most women; two sections of her hair were two different colors, the dark section of her hair in buns while the lighter part was braided or framed her face. The picture was a faded brown color, leading you to create your image of the real Jolyne.

“What happened to her?”

Richard lets out a long sigh, sauntering over to the chair across from yours. “She was a lovely woman, to say the least. You would have been the best of friends.” Richard smiles sadly. You felt your lips drop into a frown, “I see..” you spoke softly, “what happened to her. Is she dead?”

Richard nods, picking up his teacup and blowing the heat. “I'm afraid so.“

Richard sips his tea then places it back on the table and proceeds with his story. “The Jisso family used to own this manor. They lived here for forty years till they decided to hand the property over to their son Romeo Jisso. Not much after Mr. Jisso met Mrs. Cujoh. She was like a love-sick puppy, following around everywhere, obeying his every command, looking for his praise. She truly was in love with him. Mr. Jisso proposed to her, a Dimond ring and all. Of course, she was over the moon and agreed almost instantly. There was no convincing that girl out of the relationship, for her fate was sealed. During the middle of the wedding, police came in unannounced and declared Jolyne was a murderer. Jolyne was innocent, yet her husband told the police otherwise.”

Richards's eyebrows furrowed, the corners of his mouth tugging down to create a scowl. “Matter of fact, I watched Mr.Romeo murder the man in cold blood. Being the coward he was I wasn't surprised he accused someone else. Yet, I hadn't expected him to blame Jolyne. She died that night. They didn't even try to hear her side of the story, nor did they care to find evidence to prove her guilty.”

“That bastard got what he had coming,” Richard said in a hushed-irate tone. You could barely hear him, even in a silent room.

“What happened to him.”

“They found him dead with his tongue cut off. At first, I thought Mr.Jisso committed suicide. However, I knew one thing about Mr. Jisso; he was a coward. He’d never take his own life. It leads me to believe Jolyne-somehow some way- killed Mr.Jisso. There is no evidence to support my theory. It's merely a gut feeling. And in a way, I'm happy she had her revenge in the end.”

The room fell mute, your eyes never leaving Richard’s. Richard’s lips upturned into his recognizable kind smile, “Here, I'm sure you’d love to explore her personal garden; wouldn't you?” Richard reached into his pants pocket, digging out what you assume to be the key.

A fist enters your vision. Your eyes flicker from Richard to his closed fist. Your hands' cup together, moving underneath Richard’s; He gently places the frigid-metal key in your hand.

Examining the key, you noticed the same blue and green butterfly from the jewelry box imprinted on the head of the key.

Richard stands from his chair, gathering all the dirty dishes on the table. “Jolyne’s garden is located on the top of the hill behind the manor. Might take a while climbing up the giant hill, but I assure you it's worth your while.” Richard exits the room, leaving you to your thoughts.

The conversation lingered in your mind the next day, interrupting many of your lessons with Gwendolyn. Much to her dismay.

You mulled over exploring the garden or not. On one hand, you could do more than just sit around in the manor wasting the day away. On the other hand, you weren't too kind about the idea of exploring a dead woman's garden, especially since she was said to be behind the murder of her late husband.

You sat in the library part of the manor, surrounded by dusty-ancient books. You stare off into the distance, staring at the hummingbirds outside the window, Instinctively

bouncing your left leg. You let out a bored huff. There truly wasn't anything for you to do.

You know what, Fuck it. Nothing is more interesting than exploring a dead woman's past.

You rushed out of the library, dashing up the stairs. Once you retrieved the key from your room, you placed on a light coat and grabbed a satchel hidden behind a rack of clothes in the closet beside the door. You left the manor, ignoring all of the maid's questions.

You followed the path up the hill, walking at a brisk pace. The garden peeks from the edge of the hill, reflecting the sunlight off the glass walls. You finally reach the peak of the hill. The garden is coated in thick grime, covered in overlapping vines, and tangled over one another. No one has been here for a long time.

Your fingers clasp the key in your bag. You insert the key inside the keyhole—the lock clicks. The door opens with a whine. The Interior of the garden is a dingy room surrounded by dead plants, wilted petals encircling the dead stems. A series of coughs discharge from your lips, the overwhelming smell of the plants too much for you. One particular thing you glimpsed in the corner caught your full attention; a rabble of blue butterflies with green tips on their wings. “Not every day you see that,” you mumble, passing into the garden.

Eyes skimming the room, you managed to more gain information about Jolyne’s character.

She enjoyed the same music artist as you, a mound of records set next to an untouched record player. She enjoyed the romance genre in writing. She spent most of her time hanging out with two women, whom she titled her best friends.

Deciding you had seen enough, turned to leave. However, your eyes caught sight of a book on the table beside the door. You approach the table, grabbing the book. You open the book and hold a chunk of pages, then let the pages slowly flutter by. It’s a Diary. Holding a deep interest in the diary, you pocket it, putting the diary in your satchel.

The diary was quite the entertainment you were searching for, to spare your lethargy.

Every entry she wrote was engaging- no, more like fun. You felt like you were having fun while reading. Jolyne somehow knew your humor, each page making you laugh to the point of tears pricking your eyes.

Jolyne mainly wrote in dairy about her engagement, friends, and relationship with her father; and a massive amount of smutty thoughts.

The next day, you revisited Jolyne's garden bringing along cleaning supplies. You groan slightly at the mess, eyes glancing back to the manor, considering possibly having one or two of the maids aid you in tidying up the place. "No, they already have too much on their plate. They'd hate me for assigning work they wouldn't be paid for." You chided yourself.

In two hours, the garden looked untouched. Well, almost. Much to your surprise, the butterflies never left their spot. Adding a pleasing aesthetic to the room, you let them be.

A Month passed by and you found yourself gaining an extreme liking to Jolyne. Not like a liking you'd have to a desert that you recently fancied and craved more of, no. The type of liking your lady friends describe when liking a man.

No! A woman in love with another, that's a sin! You'd never love Jolyne, romantically. Or that's what you reminded yourself.

If you were honest, even you knew your words were nothing but lies. You couldn't care anymore for John's affair, not even batting an eye when he and his mistress practically displayed their liaison to you. Your thoughts focused on Jolyne, and only Jolyne, during every part of your day. And shameful to say, you envisioned yourself as Jolyne's partner in many of her smut stories while your private time.

Fantasizing about her tongue dragging up and down your clit, teasing you by slowing her pace when she knew you were near your climax. You'd tug at her hair, whining for her to stop toying with you. Jolyne would chuckle lightly and fulfill your command.

John never had you hot and bothered the way she did: And even he started to notice you've started to drift from him, taking a fondness for someone different. And he wasn't a fan of this fact at all.

"Miss. L/N, you are late for dinner once again." Richard tisks in slight dissatisfaction, hanging the coat you shrugged off at the front door. You whirl around facing him with a guilt-ridden expression, "I'm sorry, Richard. I never pay attention to the time when I'm in the garden."

Richard smiles, milling toward you, " I can assure you, I have no problem with you enjoying your time In the garden. I have a problem with it being pitch black and cold as ice when you walk back to the manor unsupervised."

"I won't do it again, Richard."

Richard hums in acknowledgment of your words, taking them with a grain of salt. "You hungry? The chef's made your favorite." Richard sang the last part playfully.

"I thought something smelt good!"

You follow the scent down the dining hall until you stop at the dining room entryway. The doors are closed, meaning Gwendolyn has joined you for dinner. Pressing your ear gently against the door, you hear muffled noises which hope to god aren't what you expect to be happening. Knocking twice and announcing your presence, you hear the shifting of chairs scraping against the hardwood floors and hushed giggles before John approves of your arrival, uttering a "come in!"

Opening the door, a handful of reactions ensued. John gazes at you with a completely deadpan countenance, chewing a bite of his stake. Gwendolyn seats beside your fiance, unable

to contain her humor, a smirk spread across her freckled cheeks. The smudge of her red lipstick and the lipstick stain on the collar of John's shirt answered your questions from before. The maids look down with a mixture of guilt and anger.

You take your seat across the long table, quietly observing them. Your husband breaks the silence, "Ah, Y/n, my dear. You've finally joined dinner; we've been waiting for quite a while. Mind telling me where on earth you were?"

"Same place as always, the garden." You answer, scooping dinner from the bowls in front of you.

"Oh? Well, Gwendolyn says otherwise." Your husband replies nonchalantly. You glance up at John, noticing the way his grip compresses his glass. John was beyond pissed. What did she tell him?

Glowering at the pair from across the table, you placed the laid back on the table, ready to start a heated argument with how aggravated you were by their antics. “What evidence was given for you to believe her?”

John smiles, “she wouldn't lie to me.”

Gwendolyn smirks, indulging in your fury. Her countenance morphs by putting on a faux disappointment. “Y/n, how could you cheat on your fiance?! Have you no shame?! Of course, you don't. Gold diggers like yourself only want one thing and it's money.”

At this point, you were shaking with rage. Not only did she fuck your fiance behind your back, and make every day a living hell for you, but now she wanted to ruin your reputation.

You could give less of a fuck about what she and John did or what she thought of you. Regardless, you weren't going to let her mess you any longer.

You snatched the ladle of the dinner table. Using all of your might, you swung the ladle back and hurled it toward Gwendolyn. The ladle hit her with a loud ‘thunk!’. Gwendolyn fell to the floor with a whimper, she cradled her eye, a stream of sniffles before bawling.

John was quick to her aid, “Gwendolyn, are alright?!” he crouched to her level, examining her bruised face.

Without any regrets, you vacated the dining room whilst everyone else's attention concentrated on Gwendolyn. The freezing night air whistled in your ears as you jogged up the hill, tears slipping down your cheeks. You trip over your feet a couple of times until you reach the top of the hill. You enter the garden, collapsing to the ground.

You sobbed on the ground, your chest tightening enough to make it harder to breathe. No matter how much you wipe away the tears, they don't stop.

“I wish I never fucking- came in the first place!” you cried, .between your words. In an act of frustration, you twist your engagement ring off of your ring finger. Clutching the Golden spiral, you chuck it against the ground. You sit down on the nearest chair, taking a moment to breathe.

It takes a couple of minutes, possibly thirty, for you to finally console your nerves. You stare at the floor blankly, numerous thoughts flowing through your mind all at once. All are questions of what comes next. What will happen when you return to the manor? Will he kick you out for good? Punish you? Call the authorities, or call off the engagement and find someone?

Whatever fate had in store for you, you aren't ready to find out.

The thought of running off with his money comes to mind. Not only would you be free of an unfaithful partner you hold no affection for, but you also needn't worry about finances. To set the plan into motion you needed to grab the ring; it most definitely held some valuability to it.

Your eyes trail over to the spot you threw the ring. Unfortunately, the ring was nowhere in sight. The ring possibly bounced when hitting the floor. You arise from your seat, striding over to the corner with butterflies. Crouching to your knees, you waved your hand to shoo away the insects. The ring was hooked around something. What was it hooked around? You, yourself had no clue.

Begrudgingly, you pinched the ring, slowly raising the ring off the object. Unexpectedly, a skinless hand wrapped around your arm holding an ironclad grip. An inhumane scream releases from your throat: your throat searing the longer you yowl.

What seems to be a corpse ascends from the earth, using your body to pull itself out of the soil its body was buried in. Using your left leg, you boot the corpse in the face, over and over till it frees you. You roll onto your abdomen, using your nails to dig into the wood, pushing yourself forward. "Don't be scared, baby!" A female voice coos, below you.

You pay no mind to the voice, continuing to claw your way to the door. The yank on your hair prevents you from proceeding with your escape, the woman climbs to the top half of your body, her lips grazing the skin of your ear, "No need to be scared of your fiancée, now show me that pretty face of yours."

Disobeying her command, she used her hand to forcefully rotate her body. You went stiff; above you, a woman caged you with her arms, however, she wasn't normal. The woman's bluish tint skin felt icy against yours, her hair resembling Jolyne's only dirtier, the woman sported a wedding dress with butterfly patterns on the veil.

"Recognize me?" The woman giggled, cold fingertip tracing your warm cheeks.

"J-Jolyne?" You said breathlessly in an incredulous tone.

"Yup!"

Before you ask any questions, Jolyne interrupted you with a squeal. "The ring you got me is so cute! You actually put thought into it, unlike Romeo. " If she was still alive you were sure she'd be blushing.

"What are you talking about?"

"We're engaged! One more step and we’ll be married!"

"Engaged? married?! Are you crazy, we're both women! And I'm also already engaged." You struggled in her grasp. Jolyne pouted, "I know this is different for you, Y/n, but I promise you'll be much happier with me! I've heard you declare your love to me before, more than once. And don't get me started on your moans of my name."

your face flushes at her unfiltered words. "No! I don't want to! I want to be free, I don't want to be married!"

Jolyne's once soft gaze harshened in a span of seconds. Jolyne's hand grips your chin tightly making you whimper.

“You belong to me. I own you, body and soul. You agree to my terms the moment the ring was placed on my finger.”

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Once Upon a December - The Invitation - Walter x Reader - P5

Now I know she'll never leave me, Even as she fades from view. She will still inspire me, Be a part of everything I do.

The rest of your afternoon was spent with Walter and Evie, reading your ‘new’ book as they conversed, Evie asking about how the Alexander Family knew the Deville’s, and where the bride and groom were.

As he spoke about his apparent niece, you could somehow sense he wasn’t telling the truth. You glanced up at him from the book every once in a while, and each time; he was looking right back, smiling slightly as he spoke to Evie, fork twirling in his fingers as Evie ate her lunch.

“You are just invested in that book aren’t you?”

You finally came back to reality as you looked up from your book, your free hand holding onto Evie’s sleeve as she led you to dinner, laughing as you rolled your eyes at her. “Shut, it’s a good book” you muttered, feeling a tad embarrassed since you had been so into the book, you had basically ignored Evie and Walter in favor of it all day.

Evie just continued to laugh, until you arrived at the dining room; where everyone was waiting. Everyone being the Alexander family, “There she is” Oliver said, gesturing to the seat open next to him. Evie smiled and pulled away from you to eat with her family.

You noticed there were no other open seats and you quietly backed out of the room, sighing as you re-routed to the kitchens; unable to see Evie as she also realized there were no seats for you, her mood incredibly dimmed now that you were gone. Her family noticed, but didn’t ask, assuming she was looking for Walter.

As you arrived at the main kitchen, you noticed it was very busy so you quickly backed out as not to disturb the help since they looked stressed as it was, instead going back upstairs to Walter’s personal kitchen, as he did say it was open to you.

Just as you were about to step inside, Mr. Fields interrupted you with that horrid voice of his. “What do you think you’re doing? That is the master's personal kitchen” he snapped, making you stumble back as he walked up to you.

“He-last night-he um” you stuttered, unsure how to handle this situation as the Bulter glared at you. He didn’t like you, or Evie, that was clear. “Mr. Fields!” you let out a sigh of relief as Walter came storming up behind his butler, his eyes flashing. “What are you doing?! I told you; you are not to treat my guests so harshly!” Mr. Fields clearly didn’t expect this tone from the lord as Walter walked around him and stood in front of you, basically shielding you from the old man.

“I was told long ago that your personal rooms were not to be intruded on, by no one.” The butler tried to defend himself, stepping back as Watler shook a finger in his face. “And I gave them, Evie and (y/n), access to my kitchen, personally! If I hear you talk to them, especially (y/n), this way again I will have you forcibly removed from this manor. I don’t care how many years you have served this family.” Walter snapped, an extra bit of-sharpness-to his voice.

Mr. Fields had the gall to look shocked as Walter turned, gently taking your hand and pulling you into the kitchen, slamming the door closed behind him. Walter released your hand and took several deep breaths, pinching his nose as he tried to regain his calm that had disappeared faster than a rabbit on crack when he had seen his butler practically towering over you. “I’m so sorry (y/n)” Walter finally said after a few minutes, turning to you with a wince “I told him to treat you and Evie with respect, yet as soon as I turn my back he does,” he flung his hand in the general direction of the butler “that.”

You just hummed, tracing the spine of the book still in your hands. “Thank you, for not letting him continue” you muttered, smiling as Walter sighed, his shoulders dropping “He shouldn’t have started in the first place” Walter muttered, ruffling his hair until it was firmly out of his slicked back style, his bangs falling into his eyes.

Then his brows furrowed, as if just realizing something. “What are you doing in here anyway? Aren’t the Alexanders having dinner right now? I’m sure you would’ve been invited as Evie’s friend?” you swallowed, curling into yourself a bit, the pinching feeling in your chest returning. “They uh-“ you coughed into your first “They didn’t have space for me.”

Walter just looked...shocked, then it turned to anger, his eyes flashing darkly. He covered his eyes, taking a long shuddering breath. “I’mmmmmm” he sighed, tilting his head up and letting out a long sigh. “Fucking hell”

He clapped his hands together, rolling up his sleeves after doing so. “So I’m gonna guess you’re hungry?” you slowly nodded, watching as Walter walked over to the fridge and started taking stuff out, raising your brows at the full-on ingredients he set on the counter. “Are-are you gonna make something for me?” you asked, completely bewildered as Walter began to…well, make you dinner.

“And why not?” Walter teased, his eyes soft as he got out some pasta and started to make a pot of water. “I haven’t eaten yet either, so might as well. Besides, it was unfair to you for them to leave you out, so now you get the premium service, food made personally by the lord of the manor”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face watching Walter go about the kitchen, making you food. You set your book down in a safe area and rolled up your sleeves, washing your hands and then stepping up next to Walter “What can I do?” he glanced at you, raising his brow.

“You can go stand over there and look pretty, which I assure you will take no effort from you, I’m taking care of you tonight” you just narrowed your eyes at him, blushing a bit at the compliment he had so casually given you, and he chuckled, shaking his head “Okay okay, could you please peel the shrimp?” he pointed over to the bowl of shrimp in the sink, ready to be peeled after thawing for the last couple minutes.

You nodded, skipping back over to the sink and starting on your little job, humming ‘lavenders blue’ as you worked; Walter humming along as he finished up making the side dish. You moved about the kitchen together practically effortlessly, moving around and about as if you were cogs in a wheel.

Finally, the pasta was done, the sauce was ready, the vegetables were cooked, the shrimp was sautéed, the garlic rolls were baked, and Walter was pouring your drinks; setting down the bottle and handing you one of the glasses “Bon Appetit ~” Walter purred, the corners of his eyes crinkling as you thanked him and started to plate your food, humming in delight as the first bite hit your taste buds.

“Oh, my gods this is the best thing I’ve ever had” you muttered, you and Walter standing across from each other as you ate the amazing dinner “Gods I’m glad I didn’t have a chair at that table” you muttered, stuffing your cheeks full with pasta and garlic roll, humming at the smell of the perfectly seasoned and cooked vegetables. Walter chuckled, shaking his head as he took a careful bite of his food. “Good to know my cooking is still good, I haven’t done this in a long time” he muttered, nodding to himself as the flavors hit his tongue, he hadn’t lost his touch.

“For a British dude, you sure know your spices” you teased, giggling as Walter rolled his eyes and playfully pushed your shoulder. “ha-ha, laugh it up….because it’s true, we raided the world of their spices only to not use any of them,” Walter said, his smile wide as you cackled, having to set down your plate so you didn’t drop it.

Before you knew it, you were cleaning up and putting away the leftovers, Walter getting out a small can of premade croissant dough and some chocolate bars “Dessert?” he asked, his cheeks pink with a grin on his face as you snatched the tube of dough and popped it open, Walter getting to work on separating the chocolate.

Soon enough, Evie came wandering in, her nose practically in the air as she took a deep breath, gasping as she saw the chocolate croissants resting on the counter, you and Walter sitting on either side as you enjoyed your self-made dessert after a wonderful homemade dinner.

“Evie~” you cheered, in a much better mood than you had been when you had been basically pushed aside by her family “How was dinner?” Evie just groaned, eagerly accepting the croissant you handed her as she made grabby hands at them. “Boring, dinner itself was good but god they are painfully white and rich” Evie muttered, humming as she took a bite of the delicious dessert “God that’s good, but yeah-nothing to talk about but marriage, money, n other boring shit like that”

You hummed and Walter chuckled “Sounds so exciting,” he said sarcastically, his nose scrunching as you gently pushed his shoulder. Evie smiled behind her croissant, glancing between the two of you “So what have you two been doing for the last two hours?” Evie teased, giggling as you flushed and kicked her thigh gently from your spot on the counter.

“I made her dinner,” Walter started, and Evie looked surprised at the fact that, yes, the lord could cook. “and then we both made these” he gestured to the croissants “Just…hanging out I suppose” you snorted at his eloquent words, leaning towards Evie as you copied his accent “Suppose~” you giggled, Evie lighting up with you as Walter rolled his eyes, taking a bite of the soft and warm chocolate croissant he picked from the tray.

“Well,” Walter sighed, hopping down from the counter and putting the rest of the croissants in a bag and handing them to you “I have some things to attend to, enjoy the rest of your evening ladies” Walter smiled and bowed out, leaving you and Evie alone.

She turned back to you, a teasing grin on her lips before her phone went off. She quickly pulled it out and answered the video call, angling herself so you would be in the frame “Hi guys~ how's it going~?” Grace sang, leaning on her palm as you both waved at her.

“Pretty good~” Evie hummed, resting her head on your shoulder “(y/n) just had dinner with the lord of the manor~ he made it himself~” Grace gasped, her and Evie very much ready to tease the ever-loving hell outta you. “Ooooh (y/n)~” Grace teased, laughing as you flushed and shook your head.

“Shhhhhut” you covered the phone’s camera and Evie’s mouth, shaking your head at them as they continued to laugh behind your barriers “Whatever!!! He’s just-being a good host, I swear!” Evie and Grace just hummed, both devolving into giggles as you huffed at them and hopped off the counter, taking your chocolate Croissants and book with you “You two are-ugh” you were smiling as you flipped Evie off, Grace cackling within the phone as Evie gasped dramatically and pressed her hand to her chest, laughing as you walked out of the kitchen and went back to your room, sighing as you closed the door behind you.

You took a deep breath, patting your cheeks to get rid of the butterflies that hadn’t let up since the moment Walter had appeared. “Stooooop it” you told yourself, shaking your head as you walked over to your balcony “He’s your dead lover's brother, you shouldn’t think of him that way!!!”

Those words felt wrong coming out, but as far as you know, that was the truth. You told yourself it would be wrong if you felt-those-kind’ve feelings for your dead lovers brother, what only made it worse was that they were twins. So for all you know, your feelings for Harrison were simply reemerging in Walter.

And you couldn’t tell if you hated it or not…yet.

That’s when you saw it, in the reflection of the glass doors that led out to the balcony, you saw it. A sleek black one-shoulder-sleeved cocktail dress hanging from your closet with some silver bracelets and diamond earrings set on the vanity with a note. You hurried over to it, trailing your hand on the soft fabric of the dress as you grabbed the note, your heart beating out your chest as you read the neat handwriting of Walter Deville.

-for you, for the party tomorrow, told you I’d take care of it, you can keep the jewelry, promise- Walter

You had to grab your pillow to muffle your scream.

Evie couldn’t help the snort that came out as you sent her a picture of the dress with a very busy emoji, she sent her gold dress back; making you feel a bit better about getting a brand-new dress.

“He’s so into her” Evie muttered to herself, putting her phone on the charger and turning over in her bed, taking a deep breath as she tried to get to sleep, tomorrow was a big day.

Dark eyes watched you from the pitch blackness of your room as you slept, their lips curling over their fanged teeth. You were a notch in what was once a smooth chain; that wouldn’t do. It wouldn’t do at all.

-end of part 5-

Is not a long chapter but I felt the cocktail party didn’t exactly fit in with this bit soooo that’ll be saved for p6~~~ hope yall liked it~

note; if any of all are allergic to the dinner stuffs, just replace it, I'm just hungry for pasta, shrimp, veggies, n garlic rolls~

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anakiinhighwalker · 1 year

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|| 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚘𝚞

↳ anakin x afab reader. tw for a man roughly grabbing the reader and being rude in general. Sorry if Ani is ooc :(

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Biting your nails, you stood there hunched over. Anxious. Worried. Upset. You stared at the wall, covered with the paintings of your family.

Not just any paintings, though—wedding paintings. The brides, always dull faces but covered in the most exquisite jewelry your country could muster, was haunting to you. To think that in a couple hours that could be you.

It horrified you. And it was worsened by the fact you had to marry a man you didn’t love at all.

Your love laid with another man. A Jedi who was tall, handsome and one of the best men you have ever met. His name was Anakin Skywalker, who was the love of your life. Standing there, you thought about how much you loved him, how much you needed him in your life. You began to think about how many times your most personal maids and butlers shushed you and ushered you into the dark corners of your castle so you could spend a couple more intimate minutes with Anakin. He drove you crazy but in the way you wanted him to drive you crazy. And you knew that you drove him crazy back.

You loved Anakin so much that you had told him of the forced proposal from a prince from a planet you hadn’t even recognized. So, there you stood. Waiting for Anakin’s hurried arrival.

You didn’t have to wait longer as the giant painted doors opened with a strong force and you saw him once again. You could swear he got handsomer everytime you saw him; sharp eyes, sharper scar and his bellowing robes showing his prideful ways as a Jedi and a General. Anakin was so ethereally handsome, you wouldn’t doubt it if someone said the Maker had sculpted Anakin to be one of the most handsome men of the galaxy.

Your lover stood in front of you, long strides halting to meet you face to face. A moment passed before you two embraced a strong hug—a hug that could been read as intimate and passionate even from Naboo. Melting into his dark red and black robes, you sighed and smiled at the familiar chirp of R2D2 trailing not too far behind him.

He spoke up, still holding you, “When did you find out?”

Then you spoke, “This afternoon. I was so mad, Ani. I called you as soon as I could.”

Anakin, in his tall and confident stance, had one of the most loving, most softest look in his blue eyes, “Don’t worry. I’m not mad.”

“Anakin. I know you.”

“Is it really that hard to believe I’m not mad?”

“Anakin.”

“Okay yeah, I’m a little mad. But at the guy, not at you.”

“Not like I’ll marry him over you anyways.” You soothed his worries. He smiled and there you went, swooning over a Jedi and making him bend the very strict Jedi rules of no attachments. If Yoda or any of the Jedi saw him now, they would die of shock.

His dumb yet smug smile was charming as always. “Good. You know I wouldn’t—won’t—let anything happen. Maybe I can talk to your dad.”

“I don’t know. Dad has his mind made up on this guy.”

He scowled. “What does he have that I don’t?”

“What? Anakin, you know I don’t want to be with this man.”

“No no, I know I just…” He sighed obviously frustrated and upset. “I’m not saying that you wanna be with him it’s just disheartening to see your dad set on this guy.”

You leaned up, kissing his blushed cheek and then pressing another intimate kiss to his lips. Caressing his cheek, you whispered to him, “I understand. It’s okay Anakin; we’ll solve this. My dad’ll hear us out and he’ll stop this whole ordeal and in a few years, the war will end and we will have a family.”

Anakin couldn’t help but smile which made you smile in return. It felt like nothing could’ve separated you…Almost nothing. The loud steps of your soon to be husband echoed and caught your, and Anakin’s, ear. You both untangled from one another as fast as you had embraced eachother.

There he stood. Your betrothed. Truth be told, he wasn’t bad to look at but he just couldn’t live up to Anakin’s handsome features. He was slightly taller than Anakin but even so, you loved the Jedi more than you did the prince. And sometimes, it felt as if the prince knew about you and Anakin. But that was just in your head, right?

“Master Skywalker. My betrothed.” He greeted you both so formally—so coldly if you really read his tone of voice. Anakin’s stance stiffened; he stood proud and tall like how he stood in front of his army of men before going out into battle. The both of them stared at eachother, unmoving,

“It’s nice to see you, Your Royal Grace.” Anakin said smoothly, giving a small head bow to the prince. The prince nodded in return and turned to you,

“Come, dear. We have an afternoon planned together.” You saw Anakin’s brows furrow and his fist ball up within his long, coffee colored robes. Wanting to avoid any conflict (and also to avoid any impulsive actions from Anakin), you made something up on the spot,

“I can’t go. His commanding grace said I needed to see him.”

It was the prince’s turn to furrow his eyebrows, “The king? He’s asked to see you—?”

“And Master Skywalker.” You added a little too quickly.

The prince crossed his arms and stood covered in medals upon medals of gold splayed across his navy blue uniform. He looked at you and Anakin, questioning yours and more importantly his motives. Anakin mirrored the Prince’s crossed arms, his giant Jedi robes making look slightly bigger than he was.

Your betrothed broke first. He softened his glare, “Alright. I’ll call off everything for today. It’s best you two get moving now since his commanding grace will be busy.”

With a little quick bow and a nod, you and Anakin were on your merry way to your dads office.

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“Anakin please!” You giggled, feeling kiss after kiss on your jaw and neck. You and Anakin stood in the hallways of the giant palace you called a home. You felt like a teenager, letting the familiar feeling of your boyfriends kisses soothe you.

He made you so happy. You couldn’t let the engagement happen. Not when Anakin was right there. You loved him too much and you didn’t care about Jedi codes or rules. All you cared about was the man who was peppering you and showering you in affection right now.

“Can’t I kiss my beautiful princess?”

“Not in the hallways. We still have to talk to my dad.”

“I thought you only said that to get away from Prince Charming?”

You bit your lip feeling anxious about telling him the next part, “Partly. I really do wanna talk to dad. I wanna talk to him about us.”

“Well alright…But if he starts getting mad, I’m not sticking around.” He half joked half stated.

Your father wasn’t quick to anger, much less to upset. He was always a very understanding man and he could always, always read your motives. Your father knew you pretty well so you hoped that when you entered the giant, marvelous marble office of your father’s room, he wouldn’t be able to tell why you really wanted to cancel the wedding.

Anakin, with an awkward smile, gently pushed the oak brown door open. The doors were large, imposing and stood strong as a show of strength and pride for your country’s leader. Even as a kid, the doors to your fathers doors never frightened you. You simply saw them as any other giant palace doors. But now, standing next to Anakin, you felt yourself finally feel that fear. That mild terror that isn’t exactly bone crushing but it was enough to make you feel as if your legs were weak and not there, even.

And there he sat. Your father. He looked pretty human for the great and grand ruler, hunched over millions of peach, white and even some red letters. They came from all over the planet, often asking for more budget or more resources—basic king responsibilities.

“Father?” You called.

“Yes dear?” He said inattentively.

“Me and Anakin want to talk to you.”

Your father raised his eyes at the name Anakin. “What does Master Skywalker need?”

“Your Highness”, Anakin took over and gave his courteous bow, “I have been speaking to your daughter about the upcoming wedding. We, uh, we believe it is not as beneficial as it was once proposed.”

“Why do you say this?”

Your boyfriend swallowed hard, you could see the little, most minuscule tremble of his bottom lip as he spoke. “I have reason to believe through my meditations that this wedding won’t be beneficial to your family. The Force spoke to me in a meditation session and it showed me the consequences of this marriage if it were to happen. Trust me when I say this, Your Grace, it was abysmal.”

Your father rose from his seat, the medallions of peace and humanitarian help splayed on his chest as well as his long, kingly robes making him look grand and majestic. He was much shorter than Anakin but still was he as intimidating as Anakin.

“These are serious accusations, Anakin. Do you have proof?”

“We don’t.” You spoke up, letting your anxiety subside. “But I can vouch for Anakin.”

“How do I know this is not just a plot to stop the marriage for ulterior reasons?”

Truth be told, it really just because of that. A plan to stop a wedding only because of your love to another man. You weren’t even sure if Anakin’s visions of the future were fact or not but you wouldn’t let that stop you. Regardless of the truth or not, Anakin was your beloved whether your father accepted this or not.

“Why else would we stop this wedding? What eason would we have?” You said as formally as you could, your old maids words coming to you about standing upright and keeping your hands docile yet attentive.

Your fathers silence meant either you or Anakin could continue, so you continued. “Truth be told, dad, I really don’t want to marry him. It’s nothing he did wrong, it’s just I don’t wish to marry. Anakin’s visions just put more distress onto me about the situation—Why else would he see horrible visions if it didn’t mean anything?”

“It could be bias—“

“Father, please. Jedi are not allowed attachments nor are they allowed biases; they’re peacekeepers not politicians.”

He sighed and laid his crown down on his elegant desk. “If this truly worries you and Anakin then, I will see what I can do about this matrimony. But the prince must not know you two came up to me to talk me out of it. It would be seen as treasonous for another man to speak up about a royal engagement.”

You held back the smile forming on your face, “Thank you dad. Really.”

“Of course. Run along you two.”

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In your room, you and Anakin sat together embracing and simply being. He had pressed so many kisses to your face you began to worry your nerves would have gone numb. He sighed and brought you closer if you could even get closer.

You two stayed in silence, his silence in deep thought and your silence in deep worry. You shifted a bit to stare up at Anakin who was already staring down.

“What do you think is gonna happen?”

“Not sure.” He said, looking a bit worried, “I just know your father was taking us seriously.“

The silence grew again. A knock at your door made Anakin reluctantly let you go to allow you to get up, with Anakin getting off the bed as well to sit on corner chair that was as luxurious as it looked with its pretty ingrained swirls of wood.

Opening the door reveal your maids, all various heights but all as loving as a mother would be to a child. Anakin sighed in relief, letting his guard down and relaxing into the chair. Instantly, you were bombarded with questions, concerns and comments about your opposition to the wedding. How they found out, you didn’t know. Your maids simply had a way of getting around the palace.

That’s how they knew about you and Anakin.

Your eldest maid, a sweet lady in her 40s, shushed her colleagues and spoke in a soft voice—one that couldn’t be heard from anywhere but the room. “We need to take Master Skywalker to the guest room.”

“Why?” You inquired.

“The prince is on his way here. He will take it personally if he found out Master Skywalker was in your quarters.”

Anakin, already on his feet, walked alongside two of your maids. Once he gave you a small kiss to your cheek and palm, which made your maids squeal a little, he left in a hurry. You immediately took your seat at your vanity, which was decorated by extravagant pearls, jewels and other beauties. The prince entered your room as soon as you heard Anakin’s step fade into nothing. The maids positioned themselves around your room and locked the door.

The prince looked at the back of your head as you toyed with the many cosmetics on your vanity’s surface. You couldn’t look up at him, he looked livid.

His voice sounded strong, angry, and unnecessarily demanding, “What’s this about the wedding I heard from the king?”

“What?”

“Don’t play coy with me. I want to know why you and Master Skywalker are plotting to undo this engagement.”

“We are not planning to ‘undo’ anything. Master Skywalker’s visions agreed with my stance that maybe this wedding should be postponed or revised—“

“Don’t give me that shit!” He practically snarled while slamming a hand on your bed frame, making your maids jolt and look up startled. The echo of the loud thud of the bed frame surely traveled into the hallway even with the locked door.

You finally turned towards the prince, seeing his red face and his almost feral snarl that was gnawing and forming on his face. “I am not giving any shit. I’m only saying what I thought would be the best for us.”

The prince neared you dangerously, stalking over to you and towering over you as you sat. You gripped your table with uncertainty.

“What does Skywalker have to do with ‘us’? If you’ve forgotten, you’ll be my woman and give birth to my child, not HIS children.”

“That’s—“

“That’s not debatable!” He shouted, grabbing your face and roughly pulling you to him with a grip that would surely leave angry marks on your cheeks. Letting out a noise of surprise and exasperation as you put both hands on his arm and dug your fingers into his princely robes.

“Let me go!” You muffled. He just kept glaring.

“You listen to me. You’ll do NOTHING to keep me from marrying you. By law I have a right to you as the man.”

“Get off me!” You struggled, returning his glare and snarl. He was about to quip back before loud, deafening pounding at your doors interrupted him. The prince stared over at the door and rushed a maid to open it.

Anakin stood there, his glare more lethal than anything the prince could try and muster. The small height difference didn’t matter with how livid and menacing Anakin stood in the middle of the doorway. He didn’t move. But you saw his hand at the shiny metal saber hilt.

“Let her go.” Anakin spoke in the voice you heard him only use on Separatist. You struggled again yet couldn’t break out of the prince’s grip on your face. His fingers dug into your cheeks as he stared up at the dangerous Jedi.

“This is who you want to leave me for?” The prince mocked you. And you just about had it with his mockery and emotions.

In a fury, you slapped the living daylights out of the prince and shoved him with enough force to knock him onto the marble floors. Without question, Anakin walked to you and although he restrained his physical affection, the care and amor in his eyes made up for it.

“You do not get to touch me like that as if you rule this planet.” You never heard your voice tremble with this much anger. The prince stood up rather quickly and shoved Anakin, or at least tried to. The battle-harden Jedi moved not even an inch. Instead, that’s when the true brawl began.

Anakin’s strength was in full display; the way he tossed the prince was shocking even when you absolutely knew Anakin would get into a fight when the royal put his hands on him. The fool that Anakin made of the prince in that very moment was embarrassing, humiliating, disgraceful. Anakin’s battle wits were on full display as, for the lack of a better term, he rocked the absolute shit out of the prince.

The brawl left the degraded royal covered in blood and forming dark purple bruises. Anakin on the other hand? Had a few scuffles and red marks here and there. The maids had to pull your Jedi off of the trashed man, who only laid there touching his wounds. The way Anakin stood over the man, imposing and striking, was nothing short of attractive to you in all honesty.

“You barbarian.” The prince wheezed making Anakin scoff. You tried to help the prince up but he only slapped your hands off of him and stormed off to only Maker knows where. Probably to cancel the wedding with your father. You couldn’t care less as you turned back to Anakin and began to lay your hands on his cheeks.

“You have a little scratch on your chin, Ani.” You smiled. Anakin sighed in relief at the fact you weren’t upset with him and leaned into your touch. He placed both hands on yours and pressed kisses to your palms, knuckles and fingers.

“Who cares? That idiot couldn’t even get one clean punch on me. I’m not worried about some little mark.” The smug smirk and tone made you perk up and give a little kiss to his chin scratch. The maids quickly excused themselves and let you alone with your Jedi.

You two melted into a tight and loyal embrace, his arms feeling so strong and deliciously protective after what he had done for you.

“I love you so much, Ani.”

“I love you too.”

You looked up as he looked down and shared an extraordinary kiss with Anakin.

———

“Ani! Ani!” You cheerily called, hurrying through the Senate building. Your long dress and robes trailing behind you.

It had been nearly a year since that scuffle in your room. The wedding was called off, the prince with his wounded pride returning to his planet to marry another princess from the Mid Rim. Your father at first was unsure of what to make of the altercation but eventually came to conclusion Anakin was simply protecting you from what could’ve been a bad situation.

Anakin stopped walking with his master Obi Wan Kenobi and stared back at you, making a sneaky getaway towards you. He spun you and hugged you tightly, setting you down to share many light kisses with you.

“Ani…I’m so glad you’re okay. I heard so many rumors that the 501st…”

“If the rumors weren’t of our glorious victory, then there’s nothing to hear out.” He stated, landing a kiss to your temple.

The smile on your lips was mirrored by Anakin’s. The ring on your finger shined at the 5 o’clock sun. Your wedding and commitment to Anakin would be in only a few days, your maids and R2D2 being the only witnesses. Your eldest maid had agreed to bless you and wed you both in the secret gardens of your palace.

You only had to wait until then. Anakin had express his joy constantly, stating he couldn’t wait either. He simply had to be one with you.

You were so glad that you had met him and that now and forever, you’d spent your life with him. :)

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sabo-has-my-heart · 9 months

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Hey there, so first time asking and hope I do it right.. and sorry for the grammar erorrs, I'm not sure ur ok with the scenario but I'mma give it a shot

so! It's based on a dream I had last night lol, a crocodile x fem reader in Victorian era🌚 crocodile is in his late 20's and ofc the richest of them lords, all good and ready to get married, it's most likely an arranged marriage and he has to choose between a few number of fine ladies who are chosen and well suited for him, but he already has a secret lover, she's a petite young lady, years younger than him -not so rich- and kinda weak due to her physics(yes I got daddy issues), who would never come up to his marriage standards so when she gets aware of the arrangement thing she's heartbroken inside and eventho she's so attached to him in all ways still tries to cut ties w him so he can achieve what is meant for him, things get kinda angsty here lol, but crocodile already knows it so he comes to the rescue and express his passionate love and respect(I'm dramatic and I know it) to her and say that he would never do such thing to her(the make outs and touches💅🏻)I just know he is oh so romantic with his one. It's extra romantic and a lil angst you can also add anything u want, a bit suggestive maybe, oh and he calls her doll🗿

I love ur writings sm I hope this helps u to make smth out of my miserable explanation lol, and thanks:>

Warnings: Victorian era setting, slight angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1140

He was the most eligible lord of the decade, literally mr. tall, dark, and handsome. Even the scar across his face could not diminish his good looks. As the richest man in the city on top of his looks, the only things that he could not have as his own belonged to the royal family, and even much of those could be bought for the right price. Despite the ladies that lined the edges of each gala, awaiting for a dance with him, he only cared for one. A lower born girl, barely considered a lady in most circles. With no manor to speak of, only a single butler and maid, and little wealth, you were often the subject of humiliation by the higher born ladies. Still, though, he cared for you. A chance meeting at one of the many parties he attended, dressed humbly in a simple, yet beautiful gown with no extravagant jewelry to speak of. Immediately, he’d been drawn to you, asking you for a dance, despite your place at the far walls of the ballroom. While your status often forced him away, he was still adamant about meeting with you as often as possible, bringing extravagant gifts whenever he visited. Expensive jewelry, rare flowers, and exotic fruits, he treated you to them all. Even as he was pushed to marry, he fought against it as often as possible, insisting that there was only one lady that he desired and none of the women brought before him were her. But his borrowed time was up and his family fed up with his excuses, he would marry a proper lady befitting his status! They’d already chosen a girl, rich and well bred, her family well known and influential. Both families had agreed and the lady ecstatic as they announced the engagement.

Looking at the announcement, tears began to fall down your cheeks. He was engaged, and to a high born lady. Someone infinitely more well suited to him. She was someone with wealth, influence, good pedigree, and good health. In comparison, your family was only barely counted among the lords and ladies, your family tree in question, few riches, no influence, and your health was of poor quality. She would make a much better bride than yourself. Even still, you couldn’t stop the tears that continued to dot the paper in front of you. Your lover was marrying. It might be clearly arranged, but that didn’t change the fact that she was better for him than you.

Knocking on your front door, Crocodile growled slightly. He hadn’t seen you in days, not since the announcement. He could only think that you must have misunderstood. He didn’t want her, he wanted you. Part of him feared that the shock of the announcement would affect your health, that your already weak body wouldn’t be able to handle such a thing. He had to see if you were alright. Finally the door opened, revealing your butler, the man standing there rather than letting him in like usual.

“Lord Crocodile. It is… it is a pleasure as always.” the man said with a bow, though he still stayed where he was.

“I’m here to see Lady Y/n. I haven’t seen her in days. Is she unwell?” he asked, trying not to show just how concerned he was.

“I’m sorry, my lord, but Lady Y/n has locked herself in her room and refuses to come out. The only person allowed to see her is the maid and even then, only for meals.” the butler said, concern evident on his face. A similar expression crossed his own as he glanced up at your window, the curtains drawn. Why had you locked yourself in your room? Was it the engagement?

“Tell her that I did not want this engagement. That she is the only one I desire.” he said before walking away, glancing back once more before heading back for his manor. He would have to have a talk with his family, he absolutely would not marry that woman.

Despite his message, he still hadn’t seen you in days, by now it had been 2 weeks since he’d last seen you and he was growing ever more agitated. At this point, he’d simply given your butler a large case of money before storming up to your room. It didn’t take much for him to knock your door in, startling you as you looked up at him. You sat on your bed in a nightgown, your cheeks tear stained and eyes blood shot.

“L-lord Crocodile, w-what-” “I have not seen you in weeks, your butler says you have locked yourself in your room, and your maid claims that you have been crying! Did you truly not expect me to come?” he asked irritably. More tears filled your eyes, even as you wondered how you still had more to shed.

“L-lady Veronica is much more well suited to a man such as you. Great wealth, influence, and family, a healthy body to give you as many children as you desire. Such a lady is-” “Not who I desire, doll.” he said, much more softly as he sat on your bed, caressing your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his large hand on your skin once again.

“I… wouldn’t you be happier with her?” you asked, staring into his eyes in worry. Crocodile chuckled as he kissed you softly.

“No. She could be the next in line for the throne or a literal angel and I would still desire you over her. I will always want you over any other. Whether my family approves or not, I will only have you as my bride.” he said, pulling you in for another kiss, then another. Pushing against his chest, you breathed hard.

“Crocodile, someone could see us kissing like this. It’s…” you blushed as you looked away, making him chuckle.

“Then one last one and I’ll stop for now, doll. The day you and I wed, however, you can not stop me. As my bride, my wife, such things will no longer cause a scandal and I will be allowed to have you as I please.” he said, giving you one last passionate kiss. He was reluctant to leave you after what had happened over the last two weeks, but he knew he had to sort things out with both families, so he would before asking for your hand. He almost didn’t let go of your hand, leaving you sitting there smiling, your heart pounding. Peeking out your curtain, you watched him leave. Despite how he tried to hide it from you, you could see the fury in the way he walked. He would ‘amend’ things with both parties and he would have you, no matter the cost, his family be damned.

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Epilogue

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 784

>> sorry the epilogue took so long and I'm sorry it's so short! but I decided to go ahead and wrap up this story after a long 8 months! I can't believe it's been that long lol. but here's the scene everyone has been waiting for (I think) (: <3

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June 2022

I’m standing in the mirror, patting the middle section of my dress down flat against my stomach for the umpteenth time. I’m so nervous that I keep checking and double-checking every single inch of myself over and over. I keep telling myself that everything will be fine and everything will go smoothly. I thought auditioning for the role of Maddie Munson was nerve-wracking, but I got the part. So, I can most definitely do this too.

“Ready?” Jess knocks on the door, eyeing me up and down with a giant smile on their face.

“I think so,” I say quietly, biting my lip nervously.

“You’ve got this, Ro. It’s okay to be scared, but you’ve always wanted this,” Jess says, motioning for me to come outside into the hall.

“You’re right. I can’t believe this is finally happening,” I say giddily, walking through the doorway and past Jess.

We both head down the stairs, where my mother, other best friends, and grandfather are waiting for me. I resist anxiously playing with my precisely curled hair, folding my hands before me. My mother smiles at me as my friends file out of the small farmhouse and into the courtyard one by one, along with Austin’s best friends. My grandfather loops his arm with mine as I adjust the veil upon my head, letting it fall over my face. Here Comes the Bride begins to play as we walk out of the house and into a small walkway full of flower petals. It’s a mild summer day, and the flowers in the courtyard are fully bloomed and stunning. I move my eyes from them and to the alter where Austin is standing, where he appears to be holding back tears. He’s good at hiding it from everyone except me. I always know. I smile at him, fighting back my own. I clutch my grandfather’s arm as we get closer to the altar. I was ready but still terrified.

“Hi,” Austin says meekly as I approach him, the largest smile on his face.

“Hi,” I say back, grinning as my grandfather lets go of my arm.

I’m so lost in Austin that I almost completely drown out what the pastor is saying. He seems to be the same way, not really paying full attention. It isn’t until we’re prompted to read our vows that we zone back in. Austin goes first, pulling a piece of paper from the inside of his tux. He grabs my hand, holding it to his chest.

“Ro, when we met, we were young and stubborn. We didn’t know what we wanted for certain, but now we do. And I’m glad we get to share that together for the rest of our lives. Being with you over all these years has been the best thing to happen to me. All the roles and fame mean nothing without you because I wouldn’t have gotten here without you. I love you so much. It’s you. It’s always been you. It will always be you. And I can’t wait to marry you.”

I bite my lip to hold back the tears welling in my eyes and tighten my grip on Austin’s hand as I search for the words I’ve been memorizing for weeks.

“Leaving you was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, but I found my way back to you. I always do, no matter what. We'll always be together no matter how far we may be from each other. You’ll always be with me. I’ve always pictured my life with you, and I’ve been waiting for this very moment for so long. I’m so glad I’m marrying you. Despite everything we’ve been through, you’re the greatest thing to ever happen to me.”

Austin pulls my hand to his lips, gently kissing my knuckles as the pastor resumes his speech. The ring bearer and flower girl come up to us with our rings, scurrying off just as quickly as they came while giggling. We accept them and slowly slide the rings onto each other’s fingers. Austin and I repeat the pastor’s words, promising to love each other no matter what and symbolizing that promise with these rings.

“And now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for, you may now kiss the bride!”

Austin lifts the long white veil from my face, pushing it over my head as he leans in, softly pressing his lips to mine. His hands are firmly planted on my waist as I kiss back, pure bliss filling my chest. Everyone claps and cheers, and we eventually pull apart, smiling. Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt. Everything was as it was supposed to be, and I couldn’t be happier.

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foxyd101 · 9 months

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Can you tell us more funfacts about the Masquerade AU?

Masquerade Au- funfacts

Oooo, I have sooo much info/fun facts that I love to share to you all about my Masquerade au. (Also, quick drawing of wally, frank and sally. I've been a busy bean, so i'm sorry for the late answer)

Now for the Fun Facts:

-Wally: His height is 5"4 tall. He can give hugs but will sometime go ragdoll if you hug him first without informing him. He's a man that loves sweets, especially if it's apple-related. And his voice claim is *drum roll* Sebastian Michaelis from "Black Butler".

-Juile: Her height is 5"5 tall. She has a big collection of gifts in her room (from guests, and she cherishes the ones from her friends). During the day, she enjoys hanging out with the residents or roam the halls singing. Her voice claim is Anastasia's voice, and maybe her singing voice is Lucille from "Monster in Paris".

-Sally: She's 5'6 ft tall and is a little menace in the mansion. Sally and Home have a sort of sibling relationship, and she always gets clean-up duty when she teases/pranks him too much. Sally's voice claim and singing voice is Sawyer's voice from "Cats Don't Dance".

-Eddie: He's 5'7 ft tall. He became the lead male singer due to Sally overhearing him singing a song to himself as he walked through the garden one day (the song was totally not based on Frank *wink wonk*). His voice claim is Mr fox from "Fantastic Fox," and his singing voice is "Michael Buble".

-Frank: He's 5'5 tall. Frank learned how to play the violin from Home. He loves to garden in mansion grounds and still is a bug lover. His voice claim is Victor from "corpse bride" (I'm still debating this).

-Poppy: Her height is 6 ft. And her dance style is ballet (all forms- classical, neoclassical, and contemporary). She enjoys spending her time in the kitchen or the tea room of the mansion. It's rare to see her dance at the ball because she is shy, but you can still see her dance on her own time during the day. Her voice claim is Maid Marian.

-Barnaby: His height is 7 ft. He loves to joke around and join in on Sally's antics but knows when to step down if it's too much. He loves to hang out with all the residents and is incredibly close to Wally (since they are best of friends) and is seen helping Wally with dealing with the guests. His voice claim is Mogens from "Klaus film".

-Howdy: He is 7'5 ft tall. He loves to create new drinks for guests to try and is an absolute jokester when he is around Barnaby. He tends to keep poppy company during a ball but is also seen helping Barnaby with the guests. His voice claim is Mr rogers.

-Home: He's 8'5 tall. Not only is he a whole mansion, but he also has a puppet form, which he can control both. Now, when he takes on his puppet form, it does not affect the mansion while he roams within himself (it sounds weird as I type it out XD). Also, when he isn't in his puppet form, he shows himself through windows or mirror reflections when he wishes to, mainly with Wally and the residents. (It's a bit hard to explain, but I know many people will ask). Also, Home's glasses crack when he starts to get mad or is angered (a little detail that I can't stop drawing). His voice claim is *drum roll* Mordecai from "Lackadaisy" and his singing voice claim is Fred Astaire.

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 20/41

Chapter 20: Le Roi

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, fellatio, gagging, titty fucking, fingering, pearl necklace, masturbating.

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 20: Le Roi

You come to awareness a while later. You hear the shower going in the bathroom. You stretch and get up from the bed, button down shirt still hanging on your shoulders. You gotta pee, you decide to use the guest bathroom.

As you walk back to the bedroom, you take in Austin’s apartment. It looks like a sex bomb went off. The line from Princess Bride enters your mind, “It ranged all over. They were both masters.”

It may be the dopamine, but it just strikes you as enormously funny. You are cackling as you walk into the bedroom.

“Hey sleepyhead, come on in”, you hear Austin from the shower.

You walk in trying to contain yourself. The steamy outline of him is letting the hot water beat down. You drop the shirt to the floor and step into the large glass stall.

He greets you by gathering you under the hot water for shower kisses. Steamy Shower kisses. Damn. You two need some kind of intervention. This much desire is criminal.

Soaking, you come up for air.

“Babe, we -” you say.

“Need to not?" he interrupts.

You both laugh. At least you are on the same page.

After showering and stealing yet another of Austin’s shirts, you two set about cleaning up his apartment. You start laughing again about ‘ranging all over’.

“What's so funny?” he asks.

You tell him about the Princess Bride line. He doesn’t think it’s as funny as you do.

“I mean, take a look,” you wave your hand, “we DID range all over!”

“Well, I mean you are not wrong,” he admits, “we did have a LOT of sex.”

“Yes, yes we did,” you come behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “The best sex I’ve ever had in my life, in fact."

“Ditto,” he turns around in your embrace, hugging you to his chest.

You guys finally get the place cleaned, sheets changed, furniture put back, clothes picked up.

“Okay love, we have to rip this band aid off,” you say.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to have to say it, but I have to get my mind right for tomorrow. I may be having a quiet panic attack because I didn’t do any real Elvis study this weekend,” he takes in a big shuddering breath.

“Look at it this way," you rationalize, “ you just did a different kind of studying for Elvis this weekend. You fucked me as Elvis several times. You practically channeled him when you were spanking me. Apparently he gets off on a good spanking.”

“He actually was supposed to be really good at oral sex,” Austin is getting on your bandwagon.

“Well you’ve got that in the bag babe. Anytime you want to practice, you know where I am, “ you say.

He laughs.

“No really, any time,” you are definitely not joking.

He insists on walking you ‘home’.

“So you don’t feel like it’s a walk of shame,” he says when you stop outside your door.

“Y’know, you are so sweet, but understand that I feel no shame whatsoever,” you declare, “and I’m carrying a filthy dress, my heels AND a bag of sex toys wearing a shirt that I stole from you.”

“My dirty girl,” he says with a smile and leans down to kiss you…and kiss you. His hands slide into the shirt to your waist, discovering that the button-down is all you have on.

“Hoh, you are so… fuck, woman,” he growls, pulling you into him. His kiss is passionate and lustful as his hands cup your bare ass. Well I guess you know what getting more sex does to him, makes him just want it even more.

“Austin, hunny, ” you pant, pulling away from him, “you had better go work on Elivs, or I am going to require you on the other side of this door.” Just thinking about it and you find your hand migrating towards the crotch of his pants. You ball your fist tight to stop it.. “If we do that, we are both gonna end up in the hospital.”

“I know, I know, you are right,” he shakes his head. You grab him by the hand and look him in the eye.

“Why don’t you come by tomorrow when you get home and tell me about how it all went and I will feed you,” you suggest.

“I would really like that, although I have no idea when we’ll get done. Filming is like that,” he warns.

“No worries, just text me when you are on the way back from the studio. I will be here.”

“Ok,” he nods his head.

“I'll see you tomorrow babe,” you lean up and kiss his cheek, trying to keep your goodbye chill. You open the door and turn to go inside, he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing the back.

“Love you,” he says, staring into your soul. Your heart melts. You find yourself throwing your arms around his neck in a huge hug.

“Love you too hunny,” you say in his ear. You break away, turn and force yourself through your open door before you get stuck in a loop of wanting, denying, goodbyeing; wash, rinse, repeat.

You turn around to close the door and he has taken a couple steps backwards.

“Break a leg tomorrow!” you say.

“Thanks,” he says with a little wave.

You close the door, and lean on it, much like that night after Tom and Rita’s. Today, though, you just let out a huge contented sigh and whisper ‘Austin’. ….

At first you are not sure what to do with yourself. You wander around the apartment, with the intention to tidy up. Everywhere you look reminds you of Austin.

The shower: making him cum with your finger on his prostate, his tongue in your mouth as water poured over you, his tongue on your clit; The bedroom: Austin fucking you like a dark deity in the middle of the night, the feel of his cock in your ass for the first time, the quiet of the morning as he moved inside of you; The couch: watching movies and sucking him off, his relentless fingering of your clit, laying on his lap encased in a sphere of bliss, simply hanging out laughing and tickling and kissing… oh god the kissing!

You spend the evening eating leftover pizza and writing it all down so you never forget.

Your phone jangles.

Austin: Goodnight darlin’

You can’t help how big the smile on your face is.

Me: Goodnight lover, sleep well. XOXO

A contented smile is plastered on your face as you crawl into bed. You miss having Austin’s arms wrapped around you, so his shirt will have to do.

The next day you have a zoom meeting with your uncle to talk about progress in the early morning. You had forgotten about it until the alarm you had set previously to wake you up an hour before goes off. Thank you former self!

You are thankful that Austin didn’t stay the night either, you didn’t need to explain that. Your family has been bugging you about ‘settling down’ for a while now. It’s the juxtaposition of you having a near death experience and needing to get out and not waste a moment, while they almost lost you and want to hold on tight.

You show him the guest bathroom you have been working on. You had ripped out the old tub and shower and put in a walk-in, marble tiled shower with a rain shower head and handheld combo. You just have to grout and caulk. Next you will tile the floor and install a new vanity and toilet. It should be done in less than 2 weeks. After that, you’ll work on the master bath, probably 3-4 weeks, then start the big demo on the kitchen and bedrooms. He’s happy, so that’s a good thing. You finalize the design and layout of the kitchen. Mostly he trusts your choices and just wants you to stay as close to the budget as you can. Cool.

Your mind is never far from how Austin is doing on set today. He hasn’t texted, which you totally expected.

You decide to grout the shower today to keep you busy. Once that is done and washed off you caulk it. You actually really like to caulk, you find it soothing and meditative. It’s afternoon when you finish. You clean up and decide to head out to get some shopping done. When you get back, it’s evening.

You hadn’t realized how much you were waiting for his text until your heart skips a beat when your text tone goes off as you are cooking dinner.

Austin: done for the day c u in an hour?

Me: yay! dinner?

Austin: ys pls X

Me: you got it XOXO

In an hour there is a knock at your door. Your chest tightens. You open the door. Austin is freshly showered and in sweats and a hoodie with a bottle of bourbon.

“Hey you!” you smile, opening your arms to him.

“Hey baby!” he wraps you in a hug.

“How was it?” you ask, closing the door.

“It was unreal. Baz changed almost everything we had already rehearsed. It really threw me for a loop. But I really think it ended up better.” He grabs glasses from the cupboard and pours you each two fingers of the brown liquor over an ice cube. He hands you one and clinks them together.

“Here’s to the first day down,” he says. You both drink and shiver at the first taste.

“Y’know, sipping liquor reminds me of kissing. It’s not the first one that you should judge on, it’s the second that really shows the quality.” You take that second sip and a step closer to him, then put your glass on the counter.

“Hmm,” he keeps his eyes on you as he drinks again. ”I see what you mean,” he sets his glass down. “Speaking of quality kisses,” he grabs your waist and pulls you in close, “I missed having yours this morning.”

He presses his mouth to yours. Your mouth opens automatically to his probing tongue. Your hands are on the back of his neck, body pressed close to his. The caramel taste of the bourbon mingles on your slightly numb tongues. You close your lips together, only to open and go deeper, breathing deeply through your noses, enhancing the ‘whiskey kiss’. Your lips vibrate with little vocalizations that you can't’ help making.

He pulls away, licking his lips.

A shiver goes down your spine. “ I forgot how much I like whiskey-kisses.”

“It’s bourbon,” he tries to correct you.

“I know, I just call them whiskey kisses, it rolls off the tongue better,” you explain.

“You do have a spectacular tongue,” he kisses you more.

“You hungry?” you ask when you pull back, one eyebrow cocked with a sly smile on your face.

“Yes, I am,” his hands glide around your hips, thumbs settling on your hip bones, “I’d like to eat first, if that’s ok.”

Over dinner you talk about your call with your uncle and some of the plans you hammered out. He is quiet at first and just listens. He is so amazing at listening. He asks some questions about grout and tiling.

You ask if he wants to talk about his day. As he picks up the dishes, and takes them to the sink, he starts talking. He pours another two fingers of bourbon for each of you and transitions the conversation to the couch. He talks about the shoot, his nerves and how they connected him to Elvis. You just listen, sipping your drink. Clearly he needs to process everything he went through today.

“I want to apologize for not being able to text more, I was so sucked into character and shooting….” he says holding your hand.

“Whoa,” you hold up your other hand, “I do not need an apology, lover. You got work to do. I get that. I don’t expect you to call or text me when you are shooting. Remember this is supposed to be a non-codependent thing. I love hearing from you, but no pressure.”

“Ok good, I just wanted to make sure in case you felt neglected,” he smiles sheepishly.

You throw back the rest of your drink and climb onto his lap, sitting sideways with your arm around his shoulders.

“Did YOU feel neglected? Cuz I didn’t want to bother you,” you ask, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Baby, you are never a bother. Honestly I didn’t have the spoons to feel much more than nerves today,” he admits, ” but I also don’t mind hearing from you.”

“You got it love, I won’t be afraid to text you and I won’t freak out if you don’t text back right away,” you assure him.

“I’m also gonna be really, really busy, so I don’t know how much time I will have for you,” he looks at you, biting his lip in worry.

“I know,” you take your thumb and pull his bottom lip away from his teeth, easing his worried face, “hence the serious-adjacent situationship. I will joyfully cherish whatever time I can get,” you plant a kiss on his forehead.

“How are you so amazing?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

You shrug, “It’s easy, I’m with you.”

He buries his face in your neck and hair hugging you tight, breathing in the scent of you.

“Baby, you seem to have had a long day,” you decide not to push him for sex tonight.

“Yeah, I did not sleep well last night. I was so nervous. Tonight will be better though,” he says with a smile.

“Why is that?” you ask.

“Cuz… you,” he pulls you in for delicious slow whiskey-kisses. Several minutes later your lips part.

“Are YOU hungry?” he asks with a devilish smile.

“For you? Always. But if you need to rest or study for tomorrow, I totally understand,” you smile at him.

He traces your jawline with his fingertip.

“What I think I need tonight, is you,“ he kisses your neck lightly. “Would it be weird if I sleep here? I have an early call and will probably be gone before you get up. But… I enjoy having you next to me.”

You stand up from his lap, pulling him up to stand with you. “Not weird at all. Now, is sleeping all you need tonight? Or do you want more?” you ask as you lead him into the bedroom.

“Well, I might sleep better if you’d help me get off,” he steps to you, wrapping you in a deep kiss. You can feel your vagina start to tingle with moisture.

“I’m not opposed,” you pull his hoodie up over his head, kissing his chest, licking one of his nipples.

He shudders.

“Do you like that, on your nipples?” you ask.

He nods, “I like more too, biting, sucking,”

“Like this?” you take one in your mouth and gently suck on it.

“Harder,” he says.

You increase your suction.

“Mmm,” his hands go to your head, holding you to him. You take it between your teeth and bite, gently. He moans and grips your head. You pull away, smiling up at him. Excited for a new way to get him going.

“Do the other one,” he pulls your head to his other nipple.

You suck this one a little harder at first and let your hand migrate down to the tentpole at his crotch. You realize he has nothing under his sweatpants. Such a fucking turn on that he made himself so easily accessed.

“Oh god, that’s good,” he is saying. He pulls your head up to meet his, clashing his mouth against yours in heightened need, his tongue thrusting and curling against your own.

He pulls your shirt off over your head and in a flash has your bra off and your shorts pulled down, you too made sure he had easy access.

“What, no unicorn undies for me today?” He chuckles as he runs his hands over your naked ass.

“I’ll be sure to show you my collection sometime,” you say, “however, right now I have other plans.” You pull his waistband up and over the head of his cock, his hard rod bouncing as the rest fall to the floor.

You sit down on the bench at the foot of the bed and immediately take him into your mouth. His velvety smoothness is intoxicating on your bourbon flavored tongue. You slide down his shaft, bobbing your head up and down his length.

“Oh god, yes,” he moans. He grabs your head and pushes himself deep into your throat. Fucking your soft palate just a little, making you gag, then pulling back. You look up at him.

“I love hearing that sound when my cock is in your mouth,” his eyes are fierce with lust.

You suck greedily and nod, your mouth too full of him to agree any other way.

He drives in again, gagging you longer and deeper. You suck in a breath as he pulls out of your mouth, wet with thick spit. Your hand is on him, spreading the wetness. You look up at him, one lip curled up. He wipes your mouth with his thumb. You capture it in your mouth, sucking while you pump his cock with your fist. You? Orally fixated? Nah.

“Here, try this,” you say when he takes his thumb out of your mouth.

You pull his dick to your sternum, and push your tits together around it. Looking down you let a long string of saliva drop into your cleavage. He starts sliding up and down, both hands on your shoulders for balance. The head of his cock is peeking out the top of your squished together breasts with each thrust.

“Oh. My. That is fucking hot to watch, ” he says a little surprised. Maybe he’s never titty fucked anyone before.

You look up into his face, licking your lips, thirst in your eyes. His brows are knit together, his voluptuous bottom lip slack, letting his breath escape in unvoiced “oh’s”. He is watching himself sliding up to your neck and back again through half lidded eyes. Fuck he is so hot when he’s in the throes of pleasure. His eyes lift to find yours, one eyebrow twitches up and as does one the corner of his mouth.

“You wan’ me t’ cum, baby,” he asks breathless, just before his front teeth ruthlessly capture that lower lip.

“Uh huh, right here,” you nod, “give me those pearls, mon Roi de chatte.”

Your hips are rocking onto the seat, dripping onto the smooth wood of the bench. You lean down, open mouthed, your tongue lashing his head each time it crests your tits, teasing his tip. He speeds up.

“OOOHHH YEAH, HAAAAAH!! HAAAAAH!!” He bellows through clenched teeth.

Thick white cream spills all over your tongue and neck and tits. You are practically bouncing on the bench, pussy desperate for attention.

You lean back, moaning, on the foot of the bed, putting your feet up on the bench, knees bent. Your hips are trembling against your wet hand which is rubbing his cum into your clit hard and fast.

Austin is panting, trying to recover.

He leans over you, slips two fingers inside your wetness. You are a little sore, but you really don’t care right now. He starts sliding in and out. His other hand snakes around the back of your head, his forehead planted on yours.

“Fuck baby, you are so hot dripping with my cum.” He intones between puffs of breath.

What pushes you over the edge is the feeling of his cum dripping down your neck and along your sides. You arch, head pushed back against his hand, he pushes deep inside you and flicks those long fingers against your g spot. “Ohhh Yaaaaaaahhhhssss,” you wail, hips shaking against his hand.

You grab his hand as he starts sliding in and out again.

“No, no stop, I’m good,” you pant, “thank you lover.”

He answers you with a sweet, loving kiss, which you return.

“What did you call me? Just before I came, wah dushat?” Austin asks.

“Oh, did I say that?” you press your lips together, slightly embarrassed.

“Uh oh, what does it mean? Do I need to take offense?” he jokes.

“No no. It’s just a little corny. It means King of my Pussy,” you start laughing.

“I’m not mad at that, I think you should call me that all the time,” he laughs.

After yet another shower, you climb into bed. Austin pulls out papers from his hoodie pocket and climbs in next to you. Propped up on a pillow and one arm around you he pulls you in close.

“Oh yes, this is much better than last night,” he says under his breath.

“Whatcha got there?” you ask, indicating the papers.

“Script pages for tomorrow, although who knows what Baz will actually have me doing,” he says.

“Are you allowed to read them to me?” you ask.

“Technically no, since you haven’t signed any waiver, but I trust you. Do you want to read the other part with me?” he offers.

“I can try. It may not be good,” you are a little apprehensive.

“Doesn't matter, it just helps to have someone read the other lines,” he assures you.

Curled up on his chest, reading from the same pages, you go over the scene a few times. At first you are tentative. You ask a few questions about who’s lines these are, then throw caution to the wind and get into it.

“Damn baby, you are doing great! Your southern accent is spot on,” he says, impressed.

"Thanks babe,” you wag your tail, smiling.

“If you want, I could talk to Baz and get you on set as an extra. I mean it’d not be talking but… “ he offers.

“Oh, no no.” You roll on top of him to be face to face. “ I am the thing that is NOT Elvis in your life right now. Plus, I don’t think I could bear watching you be Elvis and not have your hands on me. When this movie comes out, I may not be able to see it in a theatre cuz it’s gonna make me so fucking horny. I will leave the seat wet!”

“Or we could just rent out the whole theater and I could play with your pussy the whole time,” he smiles and bites his lip.

“Oh that is happening for sure,” you smile wickedly.

“That’s an experience I look forward to, after all I’m the King of your pussy,” he says giggling.

“Oui, Mon Roi, et je suis ton chaton excité.” you lick your lips and kiss him.

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic #@purejasmine #@slowsweetlove

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years

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MC's loyal subjects: Welcome back, Our Queen.

MC: *laughs* Yeah!

The brothers: ...

Alexander: *serving as MC's butler* Your Majesty, I believe that one of them is forever banned from coming here. *his eyes darting at Mammon*

Mammon: *gulps*

MC: But he got dragged here with your summoning circle, didn't he? *laughs*

Alexander: I can send him back.

Mammon: Whoa! Whoa! I won't behave like last time!

Lucifer: This is quite inconvenient. Do you know that I have a lot of work to do in the Demon Lord's Castle?

Alexander: Worry not. I have also summoned Lord Diavolo and his butler, Barbatos.

Lucifer: What?

Diavolo: Lucifer! You've arrived!

Barbatos: Good day, everyone.

MC: Alexander? What's with you summoning everyone? Are we going to have a party or something? *laughs* Tell me!

Alexander: *unamused frown* Your Majesty, I was greatly disappointed in you. You had my hopes up.

Asmo: Wait. Can he say that?

Satan: Shh.

MC: Why? I remember leaving you here with high spirits. *visibly confused*

Alexander: You attended a Royal Ball with kings and queens...

Alexander: And yet again, you didn't even try to court one. *cries*

MC: *whistles while washing her hands with water*

Levi: She's washing away the guilt lol.

Lucifer: So what exactly are we doing here?

Alexander: To find Her Majesty's prospective partner.

MC: *sigh* Here we go again.

Diavolo: I don't understand. Does that mean we're one of the choices?

Barbatos: I guess so, young master.

Beel: And we're choices as well?

Alexander: *sees Beel* You! Weren't you the one who drank from Her Majesty's bosom?

Beel: Yes.

Lucifer: *has a sour look on his face*

Alexander: Don't you want to be her bride? We will provide you everything!

Beel: Sorry. But she's not my type.

MC: *wheezes*

Diavolo: Alexander is asking the wrong demon. He needs to try again.

Barbatos: *chuckles*

Lucifer: *grumpy frowns*

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me brothers #the frivolous queen

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My mom's reaction and thoughts while watching THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (2004) with me for the first time:

She thought Carlotta was really annoying (but in a good way, since the character always made her laugh 😆).

Even though she didn't consider Carlotta a bad singer, she definitely prefered Christine's voice, since it sounded softer, sweeter and more angelic.

She loved Patrick Wilson as Raoul ❤️. She found him really handsome and a gentleman. He reminded her of Prince Adam from Disney's Beauty and the Beast.

She also loved Gerard Butler as the Phantom 😍. For her he's the character who she can relate the most with. She found him really handsome too.

When I told her who the actor was, she said "Oh yeah I already knew him, but I didn't know he could sing that well". She still has no idea how happy her comment made me feel 😁. SEE, I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS GERRY'S A GOOD SINGER!!!

Music of the Night is her favorite song. She loved everything about it: the lyrics, Gerry's voice, the scenario, the whole context of the scene. It touched her the way Erik sings his heart out to Christine and exposes his feelings in front of her in such an emotional and powerful way.

When Erik showed the manniquin to Christine, she asked "WAIT, SHE SAW HERSELF AS A CORPSE BRIDE?!" and I just couldn't stop laughing 😂.

In All I Ask of You, she said to me she also wished someone to tell her the same Raoul was offering to Christine: someone to protect her and be her shelter, to be her light and guide her (she's been through a difficult time during these last two years).

In the "All I Ask of You" Reprise, she mentioned "We can't help but feel so sorry for him (Erik), right?" and I was just like "Yeah... 😩😭".

She pretty enjoyed the Masquarade. During the song, she asked me "Who do you think Christine truly loved in the story?" and I anwsered "Well, I believe she truly loved Raoul, but in different circunstances I can see her choosing the Phantom". I tried to explained to her how Christine has many conflicted feelings for Erik, that she's fascinated by him, she cares about him and even loves him in a certain way, but she's also scared and afraid of him because of his extreme and unpredictable behavior.

In "Why so Silent", during the staircase stare scene, she commented about the way Christine was so attracted to Erik, like she felt hipnotized by him, by his presence.

During the Swordfight in the Graveyard, she admitted she couldn't choose who to root for between Erik and Raoul.

In the end of the Final Lair, my mom came to conclusion that, as much as Christine truly loved Raoul, she loved the Phantom too (she didn't believe Christine kissed him just for pity) and, because of that, she had a hard time seeing her totally happy being separated from him.

She also believed both Erik and Christine shared a unique bond with each other, the way Christine was a kinda depressed and lonely person and Erik saw a darkness in her heart just like the one he had in himself too and they could understand each other because of that.

In short, she found the movie very beautiful. We've both watched the musical before and she already loved it, but she was really satisfited with the movie too. She said that she wanted to rewatch the 1925 movie soon and is also interested in reading the original novel, which I recommended to her.

Yes, I'm slowly turning my mom into a Phanatic and I'm very proud of myself 😘

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babys-breath-and-blue-roses · 7 months

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F/O Catalogue!

This is the f/o list I've been dreading making because it truly is just too damn long. Item order is f/o; s/i; relationship; ship tag; fandom tag; source media. I might forget to say something if/when I update it, sorry about that!

Allison Hargreeves; Blake Baker; Found Family; Blakes Insane Found Posse; We'll Share An Umbrella (Academy); The Umbrella Academy

Amber Sweet; Drew Larsen; Romantic; See Past The Pretty Face; Repo! The Toxic Love Story; Repo! The Genetic Opera

April Ludgate; Barb Sawwheel; Romantic; For The Love of Goth (Girls); It's A Walk In The Park; Parks And Recreation

Argyle; Henri Rose; Romantic; Roseweed; Stranger Things Have (Never) Happened; Stranger Things

👿🧂; Romantic; You're Not Beyond Repair; Secret F/Os; (Poly with 💟🍷)

🐝🌅; Romantic; Your Love Is My Drug; Secret F/Os; (Poly with 💥🌕)

😈🔪; Romantic; You Could Set My Broken Bones And I Know CPR; Secret F/Os; (Poly with 📚🌌)

Chrissy Cunningham; Rory McIntyre; Romantic; She's Cheer Captain And We Kiss Under The Bleachers; Stranger Things Have (Never) Happened; Stranger Things

🟡🐕; Romantic; Best Friends To The End//Better Off As Lovers; Secret F/Os; (Poly with 🔵🐩)

Diego Hargreeves; Blake Baker; Found Family; Blake's Insane Found Posse; We'll Share An Umbrella (Academy); The Umbrella Academy

Don E; Gemini Moss; Romantic; Lov E Dov E; s/iZombie; iZombie

Dustin Henderson; Dan Henderson; Familial; Nerds of a Feather Fight Monsters Together; Stranger Things Have (Never) Happened; Stranger Things

Emily (Corpse Bride); Adolphine; Romantic; She May Be Dead But Love Is Alive; Give It Up For My Corpse Bride

Emma Swan; Chava; Romantic; Swan's Eve; My Very Own Fairy Tales; Once Upon A Time/Descendants

F. Tony Scarapiducci; Eddie Autumn; Romantic; Lovely Autumn Leaves; Give Me Space (Force); Space Force (Netflix)

Five Hargreeves; Blake Baker; Found Family; Blake's Insane Found Posse; We'll Share An Umbrella (Academy); The Umbrella Academy

💚🤡; Romantic; I Feel Something Deep Inside I Never Felt Before; Secret F/Os; (Poly with 🐔💞)

Graverobber; Zasha; Romantic; Dumpster-Diving Dumpster-Dweling Dumpster-Dating; Repo! The Toxic Love Story; Repo! The Genetic Opera

Grelle Sutcliffe; Velvela Adolphine; Romantic; Come On Baby Don't Fear The Reaper; Black Butler

Harry Hook; Gavrila Gothel; Romantic; Lost Children/Stolen Childhood; My Very Own Fairy Tales; Once Upon A Time/Descendants

Jane Margolis; Eli McGill; Romantic; Poppy Seeds And Asphodel; Break Bad and Call Saul; Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein; Simone Sawwheel; Romantic; Sapersawyer; It's A Walk In The Park; Parks And Recreation

Jesse Pinkman; Eli McGill; Romantic; A Love That Shines Like Crystal; Break Bad And Call Saul; Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman/Gene Takovic; Eli McGill; Familial; Better Call My Dad Saul; Break Bad And Call Saul; Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Killian Jones; Chava; Romantic; Smooth Sailing From Here On; My Very Own Fairy Tales; Once Upon A Time/Descendants;

Klaus Hargreeves; Blake Baker; Romantic; Immortal Tolerance; We'll Share An Umbrella (Academy)

Liv Moore; Kennedy O'Leary; Romantic; Liv Laugh Love; s/iZombie; iZombie

💥🌕; Romantic; Love-Starved Puppy Dog; Secret F/Os; (Poly with 🐝🌅)

Loni/Lani; Margo DunBroch; Romantic; Break Rules/Change Fate; My Very Own Fairy Tales; Once Upon A Time/Descendants

Luther Hargreeves; Blake Baker; Found Family; Blake's Insane Found Posse; We'll Share An Umbrella (Academy); The Umbrella Academy

Madison Montgomery; Davey Greene; Romantic; That Witch Sates You; Homemade American Horror Stories; American Horror Story

Mal; Amit Tremaine; Romantic; We Could Be A Better Boyfriend; My Very Own Fairy Tales; Once Upon A Time/Descendants

Movie!Betelgeuse/Keatlejuice; Poe Reeve; Romantic; Reeving Mad About Her; Beetlejuice (The Self-Inserts! The Self-Inserts! The Self-Inserts!); Beetlejuice (Movie)

Murray Bauman; Teddie Oslov-Bauman; Familial; Theories Held Together By Yarn and Spite; Stranger Things Have (Never) Happened; Stranger Things

Musical!Beetlejuice; Loten Burke; Romantic; Creepy Old Guy And Cute Young Bride; Beetlejuice (The Self-Inserts! The Self-Inserts! The Self-Inserts!); Beetlejuice (Musical)

Nacho Varga; Di Lyman; Romantic; To Di For; Break Bad and Call Saul; Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Nancy Wheeler; Gerrie Sawyer; Romantic; The Priss and The Pauper; Stranger Things Have (Never) Happened; Stranger Things

Nicky Nichols; Reggie Heron; Romantic; Let My Love Be Your Drug; Orange S/I The New Black; Orange Is The New Black

🐔💞; Romantic; As I'm Getting Ruined (Like Really Trashed) I Only Wanna Look In Your Eyes; Secret F/Os; (Poly With 💚🤡)

Peter B. Parker; Kit Herringbone; Romantic; Cat And Spider Game; Into The S/Iverse; Into/Across The Spiderverse

Poussey Washington; Rivka Haza; Romantic; Love Is Stored In The Library; Orange S/I The New Black; Orange Is The New Black

Reagan Lucas; Rye Buckson; Romantic; Love We Did Our Best And We Will Again; New Girl In Town; New Girl

Red/Ruby; Ambrose; Romantic; The Wolf And The Living Dead; My Very Own Fairy Tales; Once Upon A Time/Descendants

🔵🐩; Romantic; This Is A Love Song In My Own Way; Secret F/Os; (Poly with 🟡🐕)

Rita DuClark; Berry; Romantic; That's Rich Coming From You; s/iZombie; iZombie

Robin Buckley; Dan Henderson; Romantic; Deranged Rebel; Stranger Things Have (Never) Happened; Stranger Things

Sam Carpenter; Brianna Macher; Romantic; Like Fathers Like Daughters; Scream Your Name; Scream Franchise

Guide; Shprintze; Romantic; Tale As Old Or Older Than Time; Who We Do In The Shadows; What We Do In The Shadows (TV)

Steve Harrington; Teddie Oslov-Bauman; Romantic; Turn My World Upside-Down; Stranger Things Have (Never) Happened; Stranger Things

📚🌌; Romantic; Could You Be Seen With Me And Still Act Proud; Secret F/Os; (Poly With 😈🔪)

Teddy Lobo; Daya Daytona; Romantic; A Little Too... Familiar; My Unhinged Renfield/What We Do In The Shadows Crossover; Renfield

Toonjuice; Vera Snow; Romantic; Our Love Is Vera-fied; Beetlejuice (The Self-Inserts! The Self-Inserts! The Self-Inserts!); Beetlejuice (All Media Types)

Uma; Rivka Fitzherbert; Romantic; Tower & Ship; My Very Own Fairy Tales; Once Upon A Time/Descendants

Vampire Steve; Indigo Loomis; Romantic; Indigo Vampire; s/iZombie; iZombie

💟🍷; Romantic; Hope You'd Miss Me//Wish You'd Kiss Me; Secret F/Os; (Poly with 👿🧂)

Viktor Hargreeves; Blake Baker; Found Family; Blake's Insane Found Posse; We'll Share An Umbrella (Academy); The Umbrella Academy

William Afton (movie ver.); Leveret Raglan; Romantic; Springlocked And Loaded; Five Nights At The Furry's

And for the F/Os I don't have ship names, S/Is or stories with yet, we have the Crush List (item order is character; relationship; source media)

Bolin; Romantic; Avatar: Legend of Korra

Hobie Brown; Romantic; Into/Across The Spiderverse

Iroh II; Romantic; Avatar: Legend of Korra

James Patrick March; Romantic; AHS

Jimmy Darling; Romantic; AHS

Mei, Ting-Ting & Su; Romantic; Mulan II

Peter Parker/Spider-Noir; Romantic; Into/Across The Spiderverse

Ramona Royale; Romantic; AHS

The Countess/Elizabeth March; Romantic; AHS

Yao, Ling & Chen-Po; Romantic; Mulan/Mulan II

#s/iZombie #Beetlejuice (The Self-Inserts! The Self-Inserts! The Self-Inserts!)#We'll Share An Umbrella (Academy)#Who We Do In The Shadows #My Very Own Fairy Tales #Break Bad and Call Saul #It's A Walk In The Park #Stranger Things Have (Never) Happened #Orange S/I The New Black #Scream Your Name #Homemade American Horror Stories #Into The S/I Verse #Give Me Space (Force)#Repo! The Toxic Love Story #Give It Up For My Corpse Bride #Five Nights at The Furry's #Come On Baby Don't Fear The Reaper #Secret F/Os

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