Allow me to preface with: I love where OFMD ends up. Every time I see something that makes me fear for a renewal (Taika noooo), I remember that everyone was was okay where it ended, and dammit the ends justified the means

But:

Fuuuuck it's overstuffed, objectively. And my measurement of overstuffiness is: Big Musical Moments.

OFMD has these amazing sequences where the music and the action and the story all blend together in this glorious literal symphony. A normal episode has 1-2 of these sequences, and they're fucking glorious and eternal.

The finale of S2? The finale of S2 has FOUR Big Musical Moments! Five if you count Ed coming out of the water!

It's too many, it just is. There's missing links between character moments, missing plot details--it's a mess.

But I fucking love it and I'm so, so glad they rushed, because a TV season ender is a balance between the story as a whole and the investment of its watchers. Jenkins and co. decided that the investment of the watchers--and the wholeness of its charaters--was more important than the mechanics of story. And if that make you feel cheated, that's fair and that stinks. But fuck, so many stories are about the endless continuance of the characters and the ego of the creators--it's pretty damn amazing to feel like the fans (*cough* of the main arc *cough*) are valued and the creators are less important than getting to a place where it's ok to end.

The last line of this show might be "fuck that's strong!" "maybe we just air it out a bit..."

And that's actually okay. And it is, somehow, beautiful.

But goddamnit, JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES and that episode would have been PERFECT...

What's your favourite song on each of Taylor's albums?

oh anonymous, ily. but also, i hate you, because this is hard!!!! but imma do my best.

debut: our song | the way she sings cos its late and your mama don't know *melts*

fearless: the best day 🍁🍂 now i know why all the trees change in the fall, i know you were on my side even when i was wrong and i love you for giving me your eyes, for staying back and watching me shine; and i didn't know if you knew so i am taking this chance to say that i had the best day with you today

fearless (vaults): bye bye baby | just, like, the way she sings bye bye babyyyyy

speak now: sparks fly 🎆 the way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and i'm a house of cards; you're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but i kinda know i won't get far

red: twas always all too well until taylor's version came out so the lucky one | and they tell you that you're lucky, but you're so confused cos you don't feel pretty, you just feel used and all the young things line up to take your place

red (vaults): ALL TOO WELL 10 MIN VERSION duh | just... the entire thing.

1989: out of the woods (close second is you are in love) | we were built to fall apart then fall back together (i also LOVE how she designed the chorus to mimic anxiety)

reputation: dress 🍷 and if i get burned at least we were electrified; i'm spilling wine in the bath tub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk

lover: death by a thousand cuts | my heart, my hips, my body, my love; trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch, gave up on me like i was a bad drug now i'm searching for signs in a haunted club; our songs, our films, united we stand, our country, guess it was a lawless land; quiet my fears with the touch of your hand, paper cut stings from our paper thin plans; my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust, trying find a part of me you didn't take up; gave you too much but it wasn't enough, but i'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts

folklore: mirrorball 🪩 and they called off the circus, burned the disco down; when they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns, i'm still on that tight rope, i'm still tryin' everything to get you laughing at me; and i'm still a believer, but i don't know why; I've never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try; i'm still on that trapeze, i'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

evermore: champagne problems | your midas touch on the chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure; "this dorm was once a madhouse", i made a joke, "well, it's made for me"; how evergreen, our group of friends, don't think we'll say that word again and soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through; one for the money, two for the show, i never was ready so i watched you go; sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you; "she would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head" they said, but you'll find the real thing instead, she'll patch up your tapestry that i shred

midnights: maroon | the burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was the mark they saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips i used to call home so scarlet, it was maroon

midnights (3am edition): would've could've should've | and now that i'm grown i'm scared of ghosts, memories feel like weapons and now that i know i wish you'd left me wondering; god RESt my soul i miss who i used to be, the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind, i regret you all the time; can't let this go, i fight with you in my sleep, the wound won't close, i keep on waiting for a sign, i regret you all the time; iF CLARITY'S IN DEATH THEN WHY WON'T THIS dIE? YEARS OF TEARING DOWN OUR BANNERS YOU AND IIIIII; LIVING FOR THE THRILL OF HITTING YOU WHERE IT HURTS GIVE ME BACK MY GIRLHOOD IT WS MINE FIRRRRRSSt

(i know you didn't ask for lyrics too but there ya go!)

Gangster in Distress

Summary: Tommy was only interested in Y/N to seal a deal with her father. He thought she was a spoilt, rich girl... until a mishap with some thieves makes Tommy reconsider.  

A/N: I just rewatched the movie Ever After with Drew Barrymore and let’s just say it heavily inspired this fic....

It was often that Tommy would sacrifice his own family to ensure a deal or stop a war. A key example being when he convinced John to marry Esme, preventing a battle with the Lee family. Tommy was rather good at pushing his family to the forefront of his problems. Now though? Now it was Tommy’s turn. 

Tommy desired to extend his gin business through London and beyond. The only issue being a Mr Walter Brown. Mr Brown ran an immensely successful distillery in the heart of London and Tommy knew striking a deal with him was his only route to a new found fortune. He had met with the man once at his home, the house exceeding even Tommy’s manor. They had spent a long time coming to a suitable deal. The man had no need for money nor protection, although Tommy tried to persuade him. It was a lost cause; the man’s fine suit and multiple men lingering by the door could have told him that. There was nothing the Peaky Blinders could offer him that he didn't already have, Tommy still persisted.

The meeting had lasted three hours before Tommy watched the man stand up and glance out the window behind him, the view obscured from Tommy. Mr Brown rubbed his white moustache and sighed, resting his gaze back on Tommy. He explained to him that he had a daughter who he wished to see married, and to a financially secure man. Of course Arthur and John were out of the question and Finn was too young for the woman. This left Tommy to take the bullet. It certainly felt like a bullet when the daughter had slammed the door, storming out of her father’s study just after she was told the news. Perhaps it would be for the best, he would have some company and Charlie a mother figure. Not forgetting their union would make Tommy very rich. 

The deal was settled and they would be married the next month, giving Y/N and Tommy some time to get to know each other. He made frequent trips to London to become acquainted with his bride-to-be, the two of them left alone in one of the parlour rooms. The first few times she had sat like a petulant child, ignoring his attempt at conversation, and not being afraid to tell him what she thought of the arrangement. Her expensive gowns and shiny jewellery reminding him of the two different worlds they came from. It was on the fourth visit when he became impatient and decided to move their relationship forward and to try and seduce her. His hands on her waist and wandering lips warranted a red cheek and a view of Y/N’s back as she huffed out of the room. 

The next time he came, he made sure to bring Charlie. She would have to meet him eventually and he could only hope she wouldn’t bring up his actions with a child in the same room. It was fair to say she much preferred the boy’s company, immediately grinning Charlie and bringing out a story book to share with him. It was this moment where Tommy couldn’t completely resent the arrangement. Charlie liking her was more important than him liking her. And after Y/N had taken him to the stables to meet her horses, Charlie would barely release the woman. It was there where Tommy had attempted to apologise for his behaviour the previous visit (not really because he was sorry, but more to remain on good terms with her father). It was also here that when Y/N had distracted Charlie with her most beautiful mare, told Tommy if he tried anything again she wasn’t afraid to use the hunting gun and shoot it at his unmentionables. 

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The wedding hadn’t been anything special to Tommy. He had already had his dream wedding with Grace and Y/N had refused to have a big attendance, although this didn't stop her from wearing a very extravagant dress. The ceremony was limited to only Y/N’s father, Charlie and Aunt Polly.  Polly had returned to Birmingham the same afternoon, after their lunch, with Charlie. Mr Brown had retired to his room which left the newly weds alone. Except their anticipated wedding night consisted of Y/N leading Tommy to a guest room and shutting herself into her bedroom. 

Tommy spent the next few days, finalising some business and plans with his new father-in-law, while Y/N was busy packing her bags to move into Tommy’s manor with him and Charlie.

The rain was heavy on the day they were to drive back. Despite still being angry at her father, she gave him a tight hug before rushing into the vehicle, out of the rain. It was a long car journey back to Birmingham and Y/N had taken to sulking with her arms crossed, staring out of the window for the first hour. 

Tommy sighed and pursed his lips, “We should at least try to be civil, you know.” By the look on Y/N’s face, he knew his words would cause them to argue. He didn't care though, arguing would be better than sitting in silence for the rest of the trip. He also couldn’t take another minute of watching the woman fidget in her seat, he knew she was itching to speak.

Y/N kept her gaze out of the window, “You and my father dealt me off like i’m a fucking horse. I don’t have to be nice to you.” 

Tommy clenched his jaw, feeling desperate for a cigarette. ”Your father wanted what was best for you.” He heard Y/N let out an amused huff.

“Oh and you’re my knight in shining armour? Lucky me.” Tommy turned to look at her before focusing back on the road. He chose not to say anything, “I don't even see why I had to marry in the first place. I was fine staying with my father.’”

This time Tommy felt amused, “Hmm and doing what exactly? Perching on your little pedestal and looking pretty?" He hid his smirk when Y/N turned to look at him with an annoyed expression. He quite liked riling her up. 

“I’m not just some spoiled little girl, so stop treating me like one.” She crossed her arms again and huffed.

“If you didn’t act like one, perhaps I wouldn’t treat you like one.” Tommy retorted.

"Your perception of women is abhorrent. Just because I'm pretty and like to dress nicely, does not mean you can belittle me. And if you continue to do so, we are going to have problems." Tommy raised his eyebrows. "Besides, you ought to tread carefully, you are looking at the future owner of the Brown distillery. My father may have made a deal with you that doesn't mean i can't change it when i'm in charge."

Tommy felt a smile growing on his face, "You would deny your own husband?" It widened when all Y/N did was smirk at him. The silence grew again before Tommy asked, "You think you can handle running the business?"

Y/N smoothed down her hair that had gone fluffy from the rain, "You may think i just sit around, but I am very much involved in the distillery. I'm more than capable of running the business."

Tommy quickly glanced at her again, finding a sense of respect he didn't expect to feel. 

When Tommy didn’t reply, Y/N scrunched her nose up, "I do hope you're not a husband who will deny me of such a job.” Tommy rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Good, because I wouldn't have listened anyway."

"And what shouldn't a husband deny you of?" Tommy questioned in a teasing tone.

"Hmm,” Y/N grinned. “A good husband should let me do exactly as I please. He will let me work, go to the market, run through the garden without shoes, gallop through the field on a horse, or do absolutely nothing all day."

"And, what about a good wife?"

Y/N stroked her chin in thought and looked at Tommy "Well, I guess that's for you to decide."

Tommy didn’t answer her. "You like horses?" He said a few moments later. 

"Love.” Y/N smiled and looked out the window dreamily, the rain still hitting the window. “I grew up with my grandparents in the countryside, they were from my mum's side, who, well, were not rich like my dad’s. We spent all our time on the farm and from the moment I first laid my eyes on the beautiful horses, that was it."

Tommy smirked, "So the city girl is actually a farm girl?" Y/N’s response was a roll of the eyes.  "The horses you showed Charlie were incredible." His words seemed to divert Y/N back into her bratty state, she crossed her arms again and glared at the man, raising an eyebrow at him. "And I had to leave them behind."

Before Tommy could respond, the car jolted. He lost control for a moment before managing to stop the car. Trees surrounded the pair and Tommy recognised the road built through the forest. He wasted no time to jump out and check each wheel, finding the problem on Y/N’s side, a small hole visible. Y/N rolled down the window, "What happened?”

"The tyres burst, I must have hit a stone or something." He stood back up wiping down his suit. "Come on." He opened the door to her side and gestured for her to get out. 

"What?"

"The house isn't far from here, we can go by foot." Y/N looked at him in shock.

"It's raining and muddy!" She made a motion to her dress, to which Tommy rolled his eyes. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out, dragging her to the boot of the car. He pulled out one of the smaller luggage bags and pushed it in her arms before looking at her pointedly, "You said you grew up on a farm." 

"Past tense, Thomas!" She huffed and re-positioned the bag, watching Tommy grab the two larger ones. He led them around the car and they walked barely a metre before a man with shoulder length grey hair came out of the trees pointing a gun at the two. "Don't be leaving so quick now." He let out a whistle and more men came from the trees, all with guns. Y/N gulped and raised her hands in the air, subsequently dropping her bag, the contents spilling over the floor. She heard Tommy curse and watched him put the luggage down more carefully than her. 

"Y/N go back in the car." Not having to be told twice she rushed back to the passenger side. Feeling nervous when the men advanced on Tommy, a fist fight, four on one beginning. 

Before she could open the door, one of the men had grabbed her, making her yelp and shove him to the ground. She tried to hit the next man who made a grab for her but he caught her arm and held it behind her back. It took three men to stop her struggling, pulling her to where their leader stood. They held her there, Tommy a few metres opposite her being held in a similar position, a cut on his forehead and a bruised eye. The two watched as the thieves began rifling through Tommy’s car and her luggage on the floor.

One of them held up a rather beautiful, expensive looking dress adorned in jewels. “Excuse me!” Y/N spat, missing Tommy closing his eyes in annoyance. ”That was my mother’s dress, you give that back!” She felt the men tighten their hold on her. The leader smirked and stalked over to her. He lifted one of his ring covered hands and caressed her cheek. "Feisty little thing.” He whispered. 

Tommy began struggling, "Let her go.” He demanded, voice strong but eyes tired. “Your fight is against me not her." Y/N could only then see that the two men knew each other. The man removed his hand and walked closer to Tommy. He relented and told the men to release her.

Y/N pushed her way out of their arms, shivering from the rain and annoyed at the mud tracing up her skirts. She raised her chin to the leader, "I demand that you give me back all of my things. And since you shot through one of the tyres and have my driver captured, a horse for the journey back." All of the men’s eyes widened at her order. The leader titled his head, and grinned sarcastically.

“Princess,” He spread his arms out in front of him, ”You may have anything you can carry." His men chuckled around them. Y/N raised her eyebrows, a devious look in her eyes as she glanced at Tommy, who was staring at her in disbelief. 

“Do I have your word on that, Sir? She asked.

The man bowed his head, “On my honour as a Gypsy.”

Y/N nodded once. She walked past the Gypsy, staring at him as she passed. Walking straight over her clothes on the floor, Y/N  made her way to Tommy, the men who were holding him backing away. She lifted his arm up and bent down, huffing as she lifted her husband across her back. The Gypsy man opened his mouth in shock, watching as Y/N gave him a sarcastic smile and a slight curtsy before making her way down the road, holding Tommy on her back.

A ruckus of laughter erupted from the group of men at the sight. Even the leader couldn't help but laugh loudly at the daring girl. "Come back!” He paused, chuckling, “You may have a horse."

Y/N sat in front of Tommy on the horse as they rode to the manor. He knew that this reckless but incredibly clever woman would cause him a great deal of trouble, he just couldn’t bring himself to resent it anymore.

I can just imagine Y/N telling John this story and Tommy having to kick him out because of all the teasing... 

Fare You Well, Dear Sean

Summary: Karen finds out what happened to Sean in Rhodes

Pairing(s): Sean Maguire x Karen

Warning(s): kidnapping (Jack), major character death, religion talk, reference to vom!t, vague thoughts of suicide, super vague implication of pregnancy(?)

Word Count: 1749

A/N: To the anon that asked for Karen x Sean fluff, this is not it lol. Yours is coming, but this is just pure sadness

Also, here’s the link to the song from RDR2 that inspired my title: https://youtu.be/S5N-nLY32KA

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29829786

Today was absolute chaos. It had started out normal enough. Karen had woken to Sean shaking her wildly just like she always did when he actually made himself useful and went on a job outside camp. He thought she cared so much about what he was doing for the day. He hadn’t gotten the hint that she didn’t care. Well maybe she cared just a little… but not much! She knew that he wanted her to be impressed and think that he was some sort of hero, but Karen had a strict rule against getting impressed by stupid men. Especially stupid men named Sean Maguire.

“Miss Jones! Wake up and give your suitor a kiss goodbye!”

“In your dreams, Sean.” Karen mumbled, opening her eyes and swatting her hand at him.

“I always was told I’m a dreamer. My da-”

“No, not today. Too early.” Karen cut him off. Sean’s face fell for half a second, barely detectable, before a smile was plastered on his face again.

“You’re right, it is early. You know what they say, though, the early bird gets the worm! Sad to say that my worm-” Sean was going down a path that Karen did not like the looks of.

“Sean! That’s disgusting!” Sean laughed, glad he was able to get a reaction out of her. Any attention from Karen was good attention, at least in his mind. 

Karen patted the ground next to her, signaling for him to sit. “Where you boys off to today, then?”

Sean's face lit up as he sat down next to her, happy to be able to tell of the important job that he was going to go on today, “The Grays need security so naturally they called upon Dead Eye Maguire. Nothing gets past me! I could do it by myself, you know, but I decided to let Bill, Micah, and Arthur on the job. Poor boys needed something to do.”

Karen rolled her eyes at the inflated story Sean just told, but upon hearing that Micah would be there, she felt her instincts screaming that this job wasn’t such a good idea. All of Micah’s plans were terrible, truth be told, but Dutch thought differently, for some reason. “Be careful, alright. I don’t trust Micah as far as I can throw him.”

“Ahhh he’s a bastard but he ain’t got nothing on ol’ Sean Maguire. Don’t you worry your pretty little mind about that.”

Karen sighed, remembering that anytime she expressed any concern, Sean’s ego grew. “Forget I said anything.”

A silence, neither particularly comfortable or uncomfortable, grew between them. Karen thought that for once, maybe Sean was just going to leave her alone and go on about his business. But then he wouldn’t be Sean.

“Can I have my kiss now?” Sean puckered his lips and leaned forward. Karen could hardly find it in herself to not slap him.

“Hell no. Go bother someone else.” She tried to shoo him but he wouldn’t leave, not that she particularly expected him to.

“I know you love me, you should just stop fighting and admit it. I’m irresistible”

“I wish I was resistant to you” 

“You’ve got to stop wishing such pain onto yourself,” Sean paused for a second before remembering something that he apparently deemed far more important than further pumping up his ego. “You feeling better today?”

Karen sighed. No she was not feeling better, not at all. She’d been feeling worse and worse every day since she had first fallen ill a little over a week ago. She appreciated Sean asking but didn’t feel like worrying him (and she especially didn’t want to confide in him about what she thought may be causing his illness). “Maybe a little. I’m fine, I promise.”

“Karen, you puked on my shoes last night.” Sean pointed out. 

“Ugh, okay, maybe I’m not fine, but I will be. I’ll be alright, Sean.” Karen’s tone grew softer at the end.

“I’ll pick you up some cola syrup in town. Maybe that’ll help?” 

“That’s not gonna make me kiss you, Sean.” Karen teased.

“I know. Just want to help, is all.” Sean took Karen’s hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Cause I love you, I really do.”

Karen sighed, feigning exasperation. “Oh alright, come here, you.” She pulled Sean in for a quick kiss. It lasted no more than two second but it was more than enough to make Sean happy.

“See everyone, she loves me!” Sean yelled way too comfortably for Karen. He was practically floating on air, skipping across camp. 

Sean had already gotten up onto his horse before Karen yelled back at him,”I do not, you ass!”

Several hours later, the whole gang had turned to chaos. Something had happened to Jack, he was nowhere to be seen. Karen had thought woefully that when no one was watching, maybe he had tried to go swimming in the lake and had drowned. The thought sickened her. But soon enough, Kieran came forward and said he had seen some men come by and had thought they were coming for a meeting. Since no meeting had taken place, it was then assumed that someone had taken Jack. Karen hoped against hope that he was safe.

Karen, trying desperately to comfort Abigail, barely noticed when Micah, Arthur, and later on, Bill returned to camp. And she certainly didn’t notice that Sean didn’t join them. It wasn’t long after Bill returned, however, that Reverend approached her, a solemn look in his eyes.

“Miss Jones, I need to take you somewhere private to talk.” he grabbed for her hand.

“Are you crazy, you drunk bastard? Jack is gone! We all need to help look.”

Reverend’s face changed to a look of pity, which made Karen’s heart sink. She didn’t know what had happened, but something was terribly wrong.

“You’re right, we need to look for Jack, but I still need to talk to you first.”

“Alright.” Reverend led her over to one of the far sides of camp, next to a wagon. Karen grew more uncomfortable with every passing second

“Karen,” Reverend started, “The boys went into town to see the Grays this morning.”

“I know that already!” Karen interrupted impatiently.

“It was a setup. They shot Sean.” Reverend bowed his head.

“Well where is he? I’ll go to the doctor to see him, right now. I’m sure he’ll want to see me.” Karen rambled quickly.

“No, you don’t understand. He um, well he passed. Bill told me earlier and said there was nothing they could have done.”

Karen backed away from Reverend, her hands shaking. “No, no. That-no” She didn’t know what else to say.

“I’m really sorry, we all cared so much about him.” Reverend awkwardly hugged her. She normally didn’t like physical affection, but she didn’t want anyone to see the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. Sean hadn’t done anything to deserve this. 

“Bill buried him, nice and proper, he said. I’m going over there now. Couldn’t read him his last rites, but hopefully I can still pray over him for a safe journey to Heaven. I’ve got to at least try. I’d like for you to come along, if you can find it in you.”

“Of course I can find it in me!” Karen cried.This was her last chance to say goodbye and there was no way she was going to pass it up.

Reverend helped Karen up onto the wagon and they went on their way. They sat in mutual silence, save for Karen’s soft crying, for most of the ride. Karen didn’t feel up for conversation, understandably. 

When they were getting close to Sean’s final resting place, Karen finally broke the silence. 

“God, I hope he didn’t hurt for long.”

“Bill said they blasted a bullet straight through his skull, so I’m sure he died immediately. Didn’t see it coming.” Reverend responded, without thinking much over how his words might impact Karen.

“Oh my god don’t tell me that!” Karen sobbed, placing her hand over her face.The sentiment made her feel sicker to her stomach than she already had been that morning. This had to be the worst day of her life, no contest.

“I’m sorry Karen-”

“I think I’m gonna be sick” 

“Hold on, we’re almost there.” Reverend assured her.

A moment or so later, they arrived at a little patch of grass, shaded by trees that overlooked Flat Iron Lake. 

“Sean! No no no!” Karen jumped off the wagon and ran to the grave before the horse had made a full stop. She collapsed in front of the grave and cried harder than she had ever remembered doing in the past.

“I know it’s hard, but he’s in a better place now.” Reverend said in an attempt to console her. “You think?” Karen asked between broken sobs.

“Yes, I really do.” Reverend told her, kneeling down and patting her on the back.

Karen, while sitting through Reverend’s prayers for Sean, recalled how poorly she had treated him. She was the worst girlfriend, or whatever she was to him, in the world. No sooner had Reverend said “Amen” before she looked at the cross, which had Sean’s name engraved on it and began rambling.

“I’m sorry I called you an ass. I really didn’t mean it, I swear. I love you, I can’t believe I didn’t tell you, God I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Karen, he knew. If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that he knew that.” Reverend assured her genuinely.

“You promise?” Karen looked back at him, her eyes full of tears and puffy from crying.

“Of course. He’s probably watching over you right now. And I think he’d want you to be strong.”

“I don’t want to be strong. I want to be with him.” In fact, the last thing in the world that Karen wanted to be was “strong”. She was pretty sure she didn’t even have it in her.

“Here, Bill found Sean’s satchel. You can keep it if you like.” Reverend picked up the small bag from the other side of the tree and handed it to Karen.

Karen's hands shook as she opened the satchel. Inside was a wad of money, a half eaten chocolate bar, an unfinished letter he’d written to her that was dated back when he had been taken prisoner by Ike Skelding’s bounty men, an Emerald ring, and the Cola syrup he’d promised her that morning.

Empty Mountain Tops: Chapter 1

TW: Gore, Maggots, Blood.

The sun seemed to burn a hole into the sky as it sank below the horizon. Streaks of fiery red danced across the coming night, playing silent music with the approaching starlight. Walter gazed up at the mural painting it’s way across the sky. In moments like those, he could almost believe the world was beautiful. A chuckle escaped his chapped lips and he ruffled his fingers through his dusty orange hair. Given the dirt and grime that caked up under his black gown, he felt disgusting. By hell, he needed a bath. Or maybe even one of those showers that’d gotten popular lately. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and stared down into the valley below.

Ten years ago, a view like that would have been stunning. Between the mountains lay a sea of trees. A single road into the nearby town wound through the trees like a snake, barely visible in the fading light. Ten years ago, a good chunk of the road would’ve been either taken up by horses or maybe, on a lucky day, one of those rich bloke’s cars. Now they were just… empty. A silent stillness that was only broken by the rare lark or fox. Hell, even the road that wound several feet behind Walter was cracked. A lack of maintenance left the edges crumbled and muddy. Then there was the town. Before, it would have been lit up by fires or lights. Smoke would have bellowed out of chimneys and filled the darkening sky. Now, all that lay before Walter was the corpses of buildings. Empty and still. No fire or flicker of life. Then there was the smell. Up here, the traces of it only clung to the edges of Walter’s cloak. Down there, the putrid death would push through his mask, no matter how he packed it with herbs.

He sighed through his nose. The last vestiges of light were seeping out from behind the mountain tops. Crickets hummed away at their mating ritual and even a few toads still croaked. Funny how life could completely stop for humans and yet the animals kept going on like nothing had happened. Walter strode up to his horse, gently stroking it‘s silver nose. Comet was a good steed, even if she was old and slow. The age showed in her dark eyes and stringy fur. She had been his father’s horse before that old coot passed. Frankly, Comet was better to Walter than that piece of shit had ever been. Walter snorted at that thought.

The horse gave a short whinny, tossing her mane. He smiled at her, giving her one last scratch. Comet would likely be retiring soon. Walter would have to use one of those shitty, government grade steeds. Sometimes, he wished they’d send him out in a car. Then he could get to those wrecked towns before it was too late. Maybe he’d actually save someone. He slid over to the saddlebags, simple green and black leather. They were gifts from his boyfriend. A smile warmed his face as he thought fondly of the man. Their many ‘friendly visits’ and hidden kisses… the smile cracked and crumbled away. Saying goodbye to Francis was, well, difficult. They’d never gotten to share a goodbye kiss. Francis had told him he was proud of Walter; told him just how amazing it was that he was risking his life going out there and working. Walter had believed him then. Now he realized just how much being immune to the Plague had destroyed his life.

Walter rubbed his forehead with a long, pained sigh. Francy was going to send him mail but Walter only got to check for it when he got back to update his supervisors. He dragged himself over to his campfire and sleeping roll. The firelight was fluttering low to the ground. Walter stamped the last of the coals out and tucked himself into the bedroll. Some nights, he’d set up his tent. Tonight, he decided he’d rather not put in the effort. As the last rays of light disappeared, his eyelids grew heavy. He squeezed his eyes shut, snuggling into the warmth of the bedroll. The weight of sleep overtook him faster than he expected and, in a moment, he fell into unconsciousness.

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“I’m rolling along! Rolling along. Don’t want any millions, I’ve got my share. I’ve only got one suit (Just one!) and that’s all I can wear.”

Walter grinned at the crackling radio in front of him. Its bulky yellow case humming with trumpet filled music and the frankly beautiful voice of Al Jolson. Walter had lucked out with this town. Several buildings still had juice in them and, even better, the radio signal on the radios inside was clear! He spun around to face the streets through an old, cracked window. A layer of dust clung to it, matched in thickness by the rest of the dust laden house.

“A bundle of money don’t make me feel gay. A sweet little honey is making me say!”

Walter’s voice bubbled up to join in with the radio’s voice, spinning out of the front door. An empty, brick street stretched out in either direction. He had stuffed his Vulture mask full of lavender, though the smell wasn’t quite strong enough to cover what he wanted it to cover. Clinging to the empty buildings was the foul scent of rot. Despite that, no bodies were visible. Several massive birds passed overhead, though Walter barely cast them a glance.

He spun his way down the street, popping his head into the variety of buildings. With music at his back, he could almost pretend that the foul stench of rot didn’t clog his lungs. Walter placed a sloppy checkmark down on his list of houses. Empty, empty, empty. The town must have taken action themselves, not that Walter was complaining. As a Vulture, he’d have to move them all into a mass grave anyways. If they had done it for him, that was one less job he’d have to take care of.

Empty, Empty, Empty… Yep. All of the houses on this row were empty. Not a corpse in sight. To the untrained eye, it’d appear that everyone had simply left. Rotted food sat in pantries and a thin veil of dust painted the town. Most doors were either unlocked or already opened. The few that weren’t were quickly taken care of by breaking in through a window. There wasn’t a sound to drown out the music or Walter’s footsteps. The Vulture was far too experienced to know that an empty town was far worse of a sign than mass exodus. A yawn escaped Walter’s throat, causing the man to pause. He was mid way through checking an empty kitchen when the noise came. For a moment, Walter was completely still. Then he snorted and burst into a small fit of laughter. His voice cracked at it’s edges as he did so, his fists clenched around the pencil and clipboard.

“Fuck, I’ve grown too used to this. What would Francy think of me now?” He muttered to himself. He glanced around the kitchen, then placed another check on his clipboard. Empty.

Walter clambered out of the window and plopped into an unkempt bush. He was glad it wasn’t a rose bush. Those things were all too popular as of late and it was a bit frustrating to have to untangle a cloak from them. He stretched his way out of the bush and wandered back onto the road. This entire street was empty, as were all the other streets he had checked. The man slid his way back over to the radio, unplugging it. With it quiet, Walter came to the frustrating realization of just how quiet it was. It was a silence that chewed at his ears and dug into his stomach. A thought hit the back of his head that he tried to push away. This was, like with many other radios Walter had touched, the last time it’d played music. Or it likely was. Noone was going back to this town for a very long time, if ever. He grunted with frustration, patting the radio with sympathy that used to be exclusive to humans. Used to be… he chuckled a broken chuckle to himself.

Walter stepped out of the house yet again, glancing up at the sky. Yet another flock of those huge, ugly birds were flying above. He wasn’t necessarily shocked. Seeing vultures was common enough, especially when there were a bunch of bodies somewhere around. He followed the carrion birds down the road as they fluttered overhead. Birds like that were usually brilliant ways of finding a corpse or two that Walter could have missed, though this time he suspected there wouldn’t be very many of those.

As if to confirm Walter’s suspicions of the birds’ destination, the stench of carcass began to thicken in the air. Dried blood stains appeared on the walls of houses as he drew closer. Some were as small as a couple drops. Others were the size of a mail box. One seemed like it’s source had exploded up against the wall. It wouldn’t have surprised Walter if the person who produced such a stain had done just that. He sighed through his nose, inspecting the massive stain. The plague hit this little town hard. Walter’s gloved fingers traced around the stain. It’d been there for at least a few weeks, drying brown into the aged wood..

The Vulture shook his head and continued down the road. His footsteps echoed around him, yet another sensation of emptiness that he had thought he’d get used to. His nose scrunched up at the miasma of death that clung to the nasal cavity. Then came the turn in the road. He paused at the edge of the building. Walter’s fists clenched and released several times. Sometimes it was difficult to work up a strategy to face the bodies. It was always easier when he started with only a few. He took a deep, shuddering breath. Two years ago, this smell would have made Walter vomit. Now it only made him force a smile as he started to sing to himself yet again.

“I’m rolling along, Yes rolling along,” Walter’s voice cracked, broken by the echo of his voice alone in the street. He forced himself to continue, to calm his own nerves, “And I’m quittin, the blues, of the world!”

He spun around the corner, his words drying in his throat. Walter was correct in his assumption of what had happened to the corpses of the town. A massive pit stretched out in front of him, far longer than it was wide. It was impossible to tell the depth of the pit. No spot of the bottom was visible through the rotting mass. At one point, the bodies could have been separate entities. Instead, decomposition and the plague had melded them into a black mass. Streaks of yellowish puss bubbled up in blotches around the pit. Numerous piles of bug eggs throbbed up on top of the mass. Several clumps of corpses twitched and squirmed from the globs of maggots. Walter tried to avoid staring at the rare faces that were discernible in the mass. One caught his eye, though. They couldn’t have been older than nine before they… it. died. The side of its face was split open, revealing the fragile bones underneath. No eyes sat in it’s sockets, leaving only voids lined at the edges with squirming bugs.

Walter sucked in another deep breath, tearing his gaze away from the corpse. There was nothing he could do for it now. After a single moment of hesitation, he forced the cheery song back into his voice. The dance in his steps was far more reserved, the wiggle in his hips weaker as he moved back towards his horse. Comet stood a couple rows back, giving a slow tilt of her head at the sight of her owner. Walter grabbed the horse’s lead and brought her towards the pit. She gave a small huff of protest but a pat on her nose was enough to convince her to stay nearby. Walter snatched the shovel from the small, wooden cart she tugged behind her. A thought came to him, a reminder that if he did well on this mission then he’d be able to buy one of those carts with a bed and roof over them. He shook the thought away, focusing on his song.

Finding the dirt that they had used to dig the hole was easy. A mountain of the stuff sat nearby, reminding Walter that the pit was likely several feet deeper than it seemed. It was times like these that he regretted not getting a partner for these kinds of jobs. Maybe he’d look for one when he got back to headquarters! Walter snorted and rolled his eyes.

Filling in the hole was really more of a matter of distracting himself. The job was tedious, leaving plenty of time to stare into the writhing mass below him. His skin was soon caked with sweat and dirt that tumbled into his sleeves. The smell of his own body was strong enough to contest the rancid death around him. Early morning’s sun dragged itself across the sky, landing just past noon before Walter collapsed backwards onto his butt. The grave was covered, though only loosely so. Walter would have to come back again to finish the job but there was a chance there were bodies nearby. He stared at the mound of soil that lay in front of him, knuckles white as he gripped the shovel.

Walter gazed at the grave for quite a while before standing. There was still a whole street left to check and he didn’t want to be stuck sitting around all day. His song died away, not that he’d paid much attention to it at this point. Walter stumbled to his feet and dragged the shovel over to his wagon. It landed with a clunk among his other tools. He patted Comet’s face, smiling as he realized that the horse had dozed off. The Vulture snatched up his clipboard and started down the next road. The quicker he got this whole business over with, the sooner he could go back to the base.

He peeked into each house through the windows and doors that he poked his head through. Each house was empty, silent, and dead. It was funny to Walter how some of these houses must have been freshly built before the plague had it. It wasn’t until the third to last house that the emptiness changed. Walter slipped into the building through it’s open front door. It, like all of the others, was fairly dim. An old, blood stained couch sat in the corner and an empty fireplace lay waiting for new fuel. The kitchen sat unused, a bowl of some half rotted food on the table. Walter stuck his head into the bathroom, gazing for a moment at the once well used toilet. Then a crash came from above him, causing the Vulture to jump and spin around. He growled, eyes on the staircase that happened to be his next destination. Whatever laid in wait for him above was now silent, the darkness of the stairs threatening to swallow Walter whole.

The Vulture stumbled back into the kitchen, snatching up a dusty knife. Upstairs was still silent as he began creeping towards it. In such an empty town, it could have been anything from a raider to a hungry raccoon. Both of those thoughts filled him with dread, given that he’d nearly lost his last battle with a raccoon. He crept up the dark staircase, peeking over the edge into the hallway that met him. Only two rooms sat on either side of the hall. One of the two doors was open, though from this angle it was impossible to see inside. Walter stepped up onto the carpeted flooring, silently begging the wooden floorboards underneath not to creak. He clung to the wall with the open door, pressing his back up against it. Holding his breath, Walter edged himself up to the door to peek inside.

He had expected many things when he gazed into the room. The biggest hope was that it would be empty. Hell, even a small animal or two would be fine. What Walter had imagined the worst case scenario for it to be was a human, especially one with a weapon. Plenty of raiders killed government workers like himself while they scavenged for food. Then again, most of those raiders only appeared when they were sure the plague had been inactive in the town for a while. An immunity like Walter’s was rare and usually exploited to become a Vulture, after all. Yet, his stomach dropped when he came to the realization that none of these things were in the room. Instead, staring back at him was a thirteen year old child.

12,and 14 for dialogue prompts with geralt and friend reader?

Dialogue 12: “I miss moments like this more than anything.”

Dialogue 14: “You were meant to be watching him!”

Warnings: fluff, pure fluff, see guys? I can be nice

Words: ~2.2k

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Summary: Geralt x friend!reader, Jaskier x friend!reader. Geralt and Jaskier stop by after Jaskier sustains an injury. Chaos ensues.

The Witcher and the Lute

“Thank you,” you murmured as you were handed a hot mug, Geralt groaning as he lowered himself into a chair next to you. You chuckled as you watched him, tucked into your own chair on your porch, covered in a blanket. You sighed as you returned your attention to the sky, watching the colours that spread across it as the sun rose. You loved mornings like this, seeing the dew glisten on the grass as it slowly dried, the sun rays glancing off of them, the fog slowly lifting as the sun chased it away.

“It’s nice to just sit and watch the sunrise,” Geralt glanced over at you. “I don’t get to do this much anymore, Jaskier is not a morning person.” 

You giggled, “I like it every once in a while. The world is quiet and calm in the mornings, it’s a nice time to centre myself.” You rolled your head to look at him with a gentle smile. “I miss moments like this more than anything, just being able to spend the mornings with you.”

Geralt drew a hand down his face, looking weary. “I don’t.”

You had been woken last night by Geralt pounding on your door, dragging an injured Jaskier behind him. You had let them in without saying a word, working on Jaskier into the early hours of the morning. He was resting now, wrapped in blankets on your bed. He had taken a nasty fall and split his head open and the wound wouldn’t stop bleeding. Geralt had had to give him some of his blood clotting potion, which was toxic to humans in the long run. You had cleaned and stitched the wound and then spent hours fighting Jaskier’s fever down.

Now that he was sleeping peacefully, you and Geralt were resting on your porch with a hot drink. Your smile slowly slid off your face. “Yes, he really is clumsy, isn’t he. He’ll be ok though, Geralt. He’s just sleeping now.”

Geralt hummed in acknowledgement and the two of you fell quiet once more, the silence broken by the clucking of your chickens and the singing of the birds as they welcomed the start of a new day. A while later, once you had finished your drink, you set the mug aside and stood. You stretched, a groan leaving your lips as your joints popped, stiff from having sat either at Jaskier’s bedside or curled up in the chair for hours.

“I’m going to check on Jaskier quickly before I head into town. I used up the last of some of my herbs last night and I need them to make his next dose of medicine. I’ll take Charlie, but I’ll be a couple of hours yet. The markets should just be opening by the time I get there.” Folding the blanket, you set it on your chair. “I might just pick up his next dose while I’m there.”

Geralt grunted his acknowledgement, standing and making his way towards your stables. You knew he was going to saddle Charlie for you and make sure you had everything you needed for the short trip. Charlie was a bay horse that the Witcher had gifted to you, Roach had apparently been a female and pregnant when Geralt had gotten her. She gave birth in your stables and you had raised the foal by hand, Roach was always happy to see him when they came back. As for the name, well, Jaskier had chosen the name for the small horse, and no matter what you tried, it had stuck.

You refused to take payment from the Witcher for your services, even though he used them semi frequently. He had saved you from a monster several years back, and this was your way of repaying him. Geralt came by a couple of times a year, most often when he was injured, but you were glad to see him when he did. It sometimes got lonely, far away from the village as you were.

Checking on the bard, you smiled as you smoothed his hair away from his face, laying the back of your hand against his forehead. You frowned slightly, his temperature was still higher than you would have liked, but it was acceptable. You dipped a cloth into the bucket next to his bed before wringing it out and laying it on his forehead. Jaskier’s face relaxed further in his sleep at the touch of the cool cloth, a sigh escaping his lips. 

Satisfied, you turned and left the house, seeing Geralt standing with Charlie fully saddled and waiting for you. The horse danced, throwing his head in anticipation of the journey ahead. You thanked Geralt as you mounted, taking the reins into your gloved hands. 

“Keep an eye on him, Geralt, if you don’t mind. He may wake up soon and he will be disoriented from the medicines I gave him. Make sure he stays in bed and is resting, I don’t want his fever coming up anymore.” Geralt nodded in response and stepped back, allowing you to turn the horse’s head towards the village, watching until you turned a corner and were out of view.

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Knowing you would be several hours until you were back, Geralt stuck his head inside to check on Jaskier before getting to work. He knew you wouldn’t take money as payment, but he could do some of your chores instead. Returning outside, he grabbed the ax sitting next to the woodpile and started splitting wood. After he finished that, he moved over to your chicken coop, fixing the hole that had been torn in it by a rogue coyote.

Chores completed, he brought Roach out of the stable and took her tack off, letting her roam as he worked on repairing her saddle and oiling the leather. That done, he moved on to grooming Roach herself, working the knots out of her mane and tail. He put Roach back into the stable before going inside, brushing himself off as he went. He called to the bard as he went, not wanting to surprise him if Jaskier was awake. Entering the room, he stopped short at the sight of the empty bed, blankets thrown to the ground.

“Fuck.”

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You rode back into the clearing to find an odd sight waiting for you. Geralt was sitting in the middle of your lawn, banging on Jaskier’s lute as he loudly called the bard’s name, the combination of his rough voice and the off-tune music making a discordant sound that filled the small clearing. Dismounting, you tied Charlie to the hitching railing next to the stable before approaching the Witcher cautiously.

“Umm, Geralt?” The man in question jumped at your voice, obviously having been caught unawares. Your concern grew as you realized he hadn’t heard you approaching. “What are you doing?”

Halting his strumming, a sheepish look came over his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Erm, I may have, umm, misplaced the bard?”

You stared at him. “You what?”

“Heh, I don’t know… where Jaskier… is.” The Witcher spoke haltingly as you slowly pale, not liking the expression that was slowly appearing on your face.

“You don’t know where he is.” 

“Ah, yeah, pretty much.”

You turned and marched towards the house as Geralt scrambled to his feet behind you. “Y/N?”

You whirled towards him, throwing your hands up in the air. “You were meant to be watching him! I left you with one job, Geralt, one job! Watch the bard! And you couldn’t handle that! Now I have to go find a sick Jaskier who has wandered off, and I have no idea where he would be.”

Turning back around, you continued towards the house to grab various healing supplies. As you went, you threw back over your shoulder, “Find him Geralt, or so help me, Melitle won’t be able to save you.”

You could hear the discordant sound of the Witcher and the lute started up again in the background, cursing to yourself under your breath as you went. You quickly searched the house, not finding the missing bard, before heading into the woods as Geralt continued playing in the clearing. You heard a cry of success as you returned to the clearing, the jarring sound of the lute continuing.

Exiting the trees, you allowed a small smile to form on your face as you saw Jaskier emerging from the trees, Geralt gently placing the lute on the ground as he strode towards the bard. A frown appeared on Jaskier’s face as he muttered something about needing to find his muse as he turned and walked back into the trees.

Geralt’s face turned frantic as the bard started to disappear, all but leaping back towards the instrument on the ground as he continued to play the lute. Jaskier turned back around again, coming further out of the trees, drawn by the sound of music. You snuck over to the bard, laughing as Geralt started backing towards the house, continuing to bang on the poor instrument. As you got closer, you could hear Jaskier muttering curses under his breath.

“That total sod, no idea how to play a lute properly. Should’ve done something about Valdo Marx when I got the chance, stupid talentless waste of a bard. No, not even a bard. Geralt, where did that djinn go? I need those wishes.”

Gently settling yourself underneath the bard’s arm, you took some of his weight as he continued to move towards the lute, and the house behind it. You got him settled in bed, handing him a potion to drink, promising to make Marx give him the lute once he drank it. As he drifted off to sleep again, you rounded on Geralt, narrowed eyes making the already pale man whither beneath your gaze.

You marched outside, not checking to make sure the Witcher was following, knowing that he would. You turned on him as you reached the centre of the clearing. “What the fuck, Geralt? Did you see what I meant? You left him alone and he got out!”

“Yes, but I also got him back.” The Witcher pointed out, hoping to calm you now that nothing bad had happened.

“Okay, but you also lost him in the first place! You wouldn’t have had to find him had you not lost him!” You threw your arms up, almost at your wit’s end with the stupidity of the pair. The dense idiot in front of you couldn’t figure out why you were mad in the first place. Sighing, you shook your head as you moved towards Charlie, intending to remove his saddle and rub the horse down before putting him back in the stable, done with Geralt’s antics.

As you were stripping the horse, you could feel Geralt approaching you. “I am sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to forget about him, I just wanted to get some chores done for you.”

Again you sighed as you leaned your head against the horse. You seemed to be doing that a lot because of these two. “I know, Geralt. I just worry when you two get hurt.”

You felt a hand on your arm, allowing yourself to be pulled against the hard chest next to you as Geralt wrapped you in a hug. “I do my best to keep us in one piece, you know that. And when I can’t, we trust you to put us back together.”

You wrapped your arms around his middle, leaning into him, allowing yourself to be soothed by his warmth and embrace. Remembering the scene you walked into, you started to giggle. You could feel Geralt pull back to look down at you, a confused expression on his face. “What’s so funny?”

“You, the lute, Jaskier.” You tried to get out, breathless as you dissolved into a full blown belly laugh, unable to speak in proper sentences. A sheepish grin crossed Geralt’s face as he realized what you were laughing about.

“Ah, I thought he would come for that. He never lets me touch that stupid thing, so I figured it would be the same even if he wasn’t entirely sure what was going on.” You could feel the vibrations against your cheek as he chuckled as well, happy now that he knew you weren’t mad at him and that Jaskier was safe.

You pulled back from him, wiping the tears of mirth from your eyes. “C’mon, you big lug, let’s go get dinner ready for when Jaskier wakes up again.”

The occasional chuckle left you as you walked, sensing Geralt catching up to you. “Thank you,” came the quiet sentence.

“Don’t mention it.” You swatted at him as you said this before falling silent. Your friendship had its ups and downs, but at the end of the day your small trio trusted each other without question. You would be sad when they left, but would look forward to the day they trundled back into your small yard once more. 

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lexthan

*rubs hands together* I was hoping someone would ask me that

This is gonna be a long one folks.

General:

Rate the Ship -  

Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Life long partners, babey.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I think they had crushes on each other for a while. They didn't officially say "I love you" till a few months into their relationship, but they thought it sooner.

How was their first kiss? - I wrote a lesbian Lexthan version of their first kiss, though I don't think canon Lexthan's first kiss was like that. I imagine it to be not really planned out; just like they're talking to each other in the car and lock eyes, then slowly lean in and kiss. Since they've had kisses before, it's not a catastrophe, and it's actually fairly soft.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Ethan. Wrote a whole ass fic about it.

Who is the best man/men? - I know who the best man is in my fics (it's my man Marsh, for those who have read it), but idk about the canon Ethan's best man. Maybe Danny (the Smoke Club Boy) but I'm not sure if they'd be friends enough to be his best man. He might not have one.

Who is the bride's maid? - Hannah. Duh.

Who did the most planning? - Ethan, but Lex chipped in too. Tom might help as well if asked lol

Who stressed the most? - Ethan. Though their ceremony isn't big, he still wanted it to be a good memory down the road (it was)

How fancy was the ceremony? -

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

First they had just a courthouse wedding where they signed the papers, then had a tiny wedding ceremony with only close friends. Even if they could afford a proper wedding (Canon Lexthan prolly couldn't afford it) I don't think they'd want a big affair anyways. It's be exhausting.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Lex's mom. Obviously.

Sex:

Now we're getting to the good part lads

Who is on top? - Ethan is a fucking switch. You can't convince me otherwise. He tops maybe like... 60/40 or 65/35. But when Lex tops, she tops bitch.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Ethan likes instigating things since he's a horny teenage boy, but it Lex doesn't want to, he stops. Sometimes Lex instigates, but usually when she does she's in the mood to top.

How healthy is their sex life? -

Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

I'd give it a 7.5, depending on the situation. While they try to tone it down around Hannah, when they have alone time they'd totally go for it. Ethan's glovebox in his car has a box of condoms in it at all times. What can I say, as I said before, they're horny teenagers

How kinky are they? -

Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

They don't like seeing each other hurt so they wouldn't like BDSM. They're not vanilla but nothing too crazy- blindfolding, light bondage (aka tying hands up with rope or cloth), scratching, light spanking, pegging

How long do they usually last? - It depends on how much time they have to have sex. They've done quickies in bathrooms or whatever before, but if they have all night then they're pretty good at prolonging it.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Absolutely. It is said in multiple fics (I think?) of mine that Ethan makes sure Lex has the same amount of orgasms as he does. Always.

How rough are they in bed? -

Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

They certainly can have slow, soft, romantic sex, but Ethan is also 100% capable of rocking Lex's world so hard she can't walk right for a week. (That happens in my first fic, Cassieopia, albeit off screen)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -

No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

1) I fucking love that metaphor 2) They don't get much physical affection at home, so they fucking love snuggling and cuddling- whether it be after sex or just hanging out. Sometimes they cuddle as a form of stress relief after a shitty day.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 2, maybe 3.

How many children will they adopt? - I think they might prefer to have children naturally, but in my California series they gain custody of Hannah when she's 12. Does that count?

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Lex forces Ethan to learn how to change diapers. That being said, Lex isn't half bad at changing them either, since she helped change Hannah's when she was a child.

Who is the stricter parent? - They're not exactly strict parents, but both Lex and Ethan can definitely scold the kid. ("hAnNaH! tHaT bEtTeR bE fUcKiNg fLoSs!!!!!") That being said, both take care to not be abusive to their child, especially Lex. She doesn't want to be like her mom, so she tries to keep her temper in check.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Ethan has good reflexes, and has stopped his kids from falling and hitting their chin on a playground structure more than once. (Fun fact! That happened to me when I was 3. I fell from a steel elephant shaped jungle gym at a German zoo, hit my chin on a steel bar, and bit through my lower lip/knocked 3 teeth out. I still have the scar years later lol)

Who remembers to pack their lunches? - Lex. Though the lunches aren't always the healthiest.

Who is the more loved parent? - I think they're both loved, but maaaaaybe Ethan a bit more.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Neither would attend PTA meetings out of the goodness of their hearts. If Lex or Ethan would go to a PTA meeting, it'd most likely be because they wanted to yell at a teacher or principal. They might go seperately or together depending on the severity of the issue.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Ethan wouldn't admit he cried, but he did. So did Lex.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Oh bitch, Lex and Ethan both said fuck the law. If it was just like, an overnight jail cell for some stupid misdemeanor, they might try to break their kid out. Otherwise, Lex would probably the one paying the bail because Ethan would try to punch the cop in the face if the cop talked shit about Ethan's kid. That reaction is not exclusive to cops.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Neither of them are exactly 5 star chefs, but they can hold on their own. Lex is better at cooking breakfast and Ethan is better at cooking dinner- but if he's exhuasted from work, Lex can cook dinner for him.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Neither are picky. Both of them grew up young scrappy and hungry just like their country without really the chance to be picky. They had to take what they could get.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Lex. She's good at calculating totals in her head. I wrote that in an unrealeased fic.

How often do they bake desserts? - Rather rarely. Perhaps on special occasions or to bond. Ethan has ruined the kitchen with his kid trying to bake a cake for Lex at least once. Maybe more.

Are they more of a meat lover or salad lover? - Meat lovers, babey. Fuck that fancy plant bullshit.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Ethan. I wrote that in the proposal fic.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Depends on what you count as "going out". Lex likes going to McDonalds, but Ethan is the one who suggests eating at actual restaurants.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Ethan, but both have had near misses.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Both had fairly messy rooms as teenagers so they're not super anal about having sparkling clean rooms. That being said, when someone comes over Lex does try to tidy the place up a bit. At least enough to make it seem like they have their shit together. Ish.

Who is really against chores? - Ethan can be a bit of a lazy bones sometimes, but Lex isn't exactly a huge fan of chores either. However, she is used to doing chores since she practically raised herself and Hannah.

Who cleans up after the pets? - They take turns. Both hate it.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Ethan, because he doesn't want to incur Lex's wrath.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Lex. As I said above, she actually actively cleans the house beforehand. Not to the level of that freaking out mom from the comedy video who's name I can't remember tho.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Ethan. He has a nack for finding random bits of money. Score.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Lex, though both take relatively quick showers to save water.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They actually like doing it together. It's nice to get some fresh air, and they enjoy each other's company.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Ethan goes over the top, partially to annoy Lex. You know that Christmas tree Chris Pine vine? Yeah, Ethan would fucking do that.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Live a better life together than they did in Hatchetfield. White picket fence and California dreams shit.

Who is more likely to sleep till noon? - Ethan, but Lex is known to sleep till 3 in the afternoon if she's really tired.

Who plays the most pranks? - Ethan. That's literally canon.

I can babble about them all day lol

Christmas prompt: Brienne is attempting to get home for Christmas and is forced to stop at a hotel due to terrible weather but no rooms are left. But who happens to be checking in? Her rival Jaime Lannister.

This is a bit of a twist, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. Merry Christmas!

The snow was too thick; Brienne could barely see the King’s Road ahead of her. Stopping to make camp was folly; the ground was covered by a thick, white blanket, and most assuredly she would not wake tomorrow if she did. She thought of travellers coming across her corpse, of seeing the Tarth emblem on her belongings and writing a letter to her father. Brienne pictured the raven arriving at Evenfall Hall and her father’s face when he realised his wayward daughter was no more. 

Thankfully, just through the trees, Brienne caught sight of an inn. She pressed her heels into Sapphire, and the mare sped forward. 

When Brienne arrived at the inn, there were more than a few horses already stabled. A young boy attended the mares, and she handed him a gold dragon from her a recent tourney win to look after Sapphire for the night. Raising the hood of her cloak, Brienne entered. The snow and the forthcoming winter had dampened everyone’s spirits; the men drank slowly with not a word spoken before them. None raised their heads at her entrance. 

She took herself to the bar, and the innkeeper behind it. “Is there a room I can rent?”

Brienne kept her voice low, hoping the innkeeper would not recognise her as a woman. With her height, build, and cloak masking her face, most would not. The innkeeper gave nothing away. “Aye, there’s one room left.” 

“One room you say?”

The door to the inn had opened, and Brienne’s stomach dropped as she took in the familiar figure of Jaime Lannister. The Golden Lion of Casterly Rock strode in, brushing the heavy flakes of snow from his golden head. He was beautiful and rude; arrogant, and charming towards anyone who was not Brienne. They had met two years ago at a tourney in Lannisport. From there, they had continued to meet in jousts, melees, and feats of bravery across the Seven Kingdoms. Sometimes he won. More often now, it was Brienne. He hated that, as he hated her. 

Jaime Lannister joined her at the bar, placing down a velvet pouch full of gold. “I will pay you four times the rate of the room if you rent to me.”

The innkeeper paused cleaning his tankard, but ultimately shook his head. “I could use the money, no doubt, but I cannot, in good conscience, send away a lady in this snow. The Mother would never forgive me.” 

Lannister frowned, and then turned to her. With one quick motion, he pulled down her hood. His smile bloomed. “Lady Brienne. I did not recognise you. I should have...there’s no one quite like you, is there?”

“Ser Jaime.” 

“You two know each other, then?” The innkeeper asked.

“Unfortunately.” 

Lannister pouted. “Come now, my Lady, no need to be like that. You were so close during that last bout. Perhaps we could have a rematch upstairs. I’d be more than happy to pin you against those sheets.” 

“I’d rather freeze outside.” 

“Well, you heard her.” Jaime tapped the bar. “My key, good man?”

The innkeeper took Jaime’s pouch of gold, and Brienne’s heart sank. There was nothing, no one, that Lannister gold could not by. It had bought a place beside the King; it had bought passage to distant lands. It could buy tourney victories, but Ser Jaime Lannister had no need to pay anyone off to win a bout. But that did not change the fact that he had bought her room. Fuck. She would have to sleep in the stable beside Sapphire and hope she could keep warm enough. 

“Here’s the key.” He handed it to Brienne. “And here’s half your money. I only charged you half because you’ll be sleeping on the floor. I told you, Ser, I won’t send her away. Now go, get warm the pair of you.” 

The innkeeper then turned his back. Brienne took the key and her pack and made her way up the narrow staircase to the rooms upstairs. She heard Jaime huffing behind her. They had been given room number seven, and Brienne braced her shoulder against the door in order to open it. Inside, their furnishings were sparse: a large, rickety bed with a fur throw; a chamber pot and a small table; a roaring fireplace. Tossing her pack to one side, Brienne immediately warmed herself in front of the fire. 

Jaime dropped to his knees beside her, holding his hands in front of the flames. “It’s colder than all Seven Hells out there.” 

“I’m just glad I found the inn. Is Honor with the stablehand?” 

Jaime nodded, an eyebrow raised in amusement as she asked after his horse. “He is. And Sapphire?” 

“Yes.” 

Small talk concluded, they both busied themselves with getting warm. It had been snowing for some considerable time; the cold had seeped into their bones and the damp had soaked through their clothes. But, with a fireplace and a warm bed, Brienne could hopefully have a comfortable night’s sleep. Not so for Jaime. The floor was cold to the touch; no amount of furs would warm him. Looking back at the bed, Brienne realised it could just about fit two. 

“Ser Jaime, we could share the bed. If you promise not to touch—”

“—don’t worry; not interested.”

Of course you’re not. You’re only interested to mock me. “Anyway, if you wish to, we can share.” 

Lannister gave her a firm nod, and almost a contrite expression. “Thank you, Lady Brienne. I would appreciate that.” 

After they warmed themselves, Lannister sent for some food. Brienne also sent for some, satisfied with bread and cheese whilst her companion gorged himself on wild boar and a steak and kidney pie. As the hour grew late, both decided to head for bed. He dressed first; shucking his clothes in favour of spares in his belongings. Brienne found the loose white shirt that had belonged to her father that would double as a sleeping shift tonight. 

Both then got in the bed. 

Brienne turned on her side, staring out at the falling snow. Beside her, Lannister wriggled on the sheets. “This bed is hugely uncomfortable.”

“Would you prefer the floor?” 

“Can we switch sides?”

“No.” 

He grumbled but finally stilled. Then, suddenly, Jaime was on his side and the distance closed between them until his front was flush against her back. His fingers fiddled with the shoulder of her shirt, and for a moment Brienne wondered whether he meant to have his way with her. She kicked his shin, and he flinched. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Checking the wound on your shoulder.” He pulled the fabric over her skin until her shoulder was open to the cold air. Brienne shivered as the rough pads of his fingers moved over her flesh. “Just as I thought. The wound I gave you in Harrenhal isn’t healing properly. You should see a maester.” 

“Fine. Just get off me.” She yanked herself out of his grip. Jaime snorted and rolled onto his back. Seven save her. “What made you think to check my shoulder anyway?” 

“You were carrying yourself differently the other day. It’s why I beat you. Believe me, my Lady, if I wished to make love to you I would ask first.” 

“You could have asked to look at my shoulder.”

“You’re as stubborn as I am. You would not have let me, you’d have carried on, and infection would have set in. As it is, I have to pay for a maester now just to keep the competition in the tourney circuit fresh.” He sighed and rolled over in the other direction. “Good night, Brienne.” 

“Good–good night, Jaime.” 

He snuffed out the candle and left Brienne to stew in her own thoughts. His fingers upon her skin. His insistence on calling for a maester. She sighed. The snow made people crazy. Perhaps, in the morning, Ser Jaime would be the man she knew and hated. 

Gaetan | Surprise, you’re mine

"After receiving a letter from your sister telling you that she is expecting a child soon, you decide to pay her a surprise visit. On the way home, your sister's husband is helped on the road by a Wiedzman who invokes the law of surprise. Upon returning home with the Wiedzmin in tow, the last thing your sister's husband was expecting was to find you there. Whether you are ready to accept your new fate or not, Gaetan is ready to show you that you are his."

Words: 4000+  Warnings: Smut, swearing, (slight dub-con?)

Stepping under the small roof that shielded the front door, I took off my hood, bag in hand. The rain had been pouring from the sky like it never had before, at least from what I remembered. I knocked on the door firmly, hoping to grab her attention. Much to my surprise, it instantly swung open, revealing a distraught looking Kaja. 'Nicho-,' she was silent for a moment, staring at me as if I was a Katakan standing right in front of her door, but then she smiled. '(Y/n)! You came!' 'Of course!' I replied. 'Come on in, quick! You must be starving! I will make you some hot stew, alright darling?' I did as she said, draping my drenched cloak over the back of a chair close by the fire, tossing my bag nearby as well so it could dry in the heat. Kaja locked the door and followed me soon after. 'Look at you!' I exclaimed, following her to the kitchen. 'You are absolutely glowing!' She grinned widely and put her hands on her flushed cheeks. 'I know! I know!' She gave me a mug of hot goat milk. 'Please sis, sit down!' We walked to the living room and Kaja sat down on the couch with a happy sigh. 'I just can't believe you are here already! I thought you would be coming next week...' 'I just wanted to surprise you.' Her smile however faded as soon as I asked her the following question. 'Where is Nicholas?' She was silent for a few moments before looking at me with a serious gaze. 'He ah... Nick went away for a few days to sell one of our cows and two chickens... But he hasn't returned yet, I expected him home two days ago. I'm so afraid, (Y/n), I-' she stopped mid-sentence, standing up and rubbing her clammy hands on her skirt. '-I am worried,' Kaja spoke, walking from the door to the couch again, 'that something has happened on the way. He has been gone for such a long time now and...'

I put a hand on her shoulder, pulling her into a tight hug. 'Oh, sweetheart... I am sure that your Nicholas is okay. He's a tough man, you know. Always working even when the weather outside is freezing cold...' I rubbed her back, attempting to calm her down. It slightly worked, her crying slowly changing into sobs. As she kept sniffling and I tried my best to comfort her, I heard a slight knock on the door. Probably it was one of the local farmers, needing some kind of favour - who else would go outside in this damn weather?

'I will get it.' I said, letting her sit down on the couch, 'Try to calm down, alright? You can have my goat milk, okay? I haven't drank from it yet and it's still warm.' Kaja sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. 'Thank you, sis...' I gave her a small nod and walked towards the door, opening it to reveal - 'Nicholas!' '(Y/n)?!' He grabbed my arms, giving me a kiss on both cheeks. 'My dear sister-in-law! I didn't know you would visit so soon! I-' He fell silent, something very sad coming over his features. For a moment, his gaze flickered to a figure standing next to him. I hadn't paid much attention to him, but now I looked at the man properly. He looked like a big chunk of meat, broad shoulders and intimidating eyes. Shivers ran down my spine. 'Come in.' I quickly said, breaking the awkward silence. 'Lucky for you lads, Kaja has just put stew on the stove, so we can dig right in.'

The two men went inside, hanging their wet clothes on a hook before heading for the living room. The companion Nick had brought hadn't said anything, but something about his presence was making me very nervous, and not only because he looked very handsome... 'Kaja, sweetheart!' Nicholas exclaimed as soon as he set eye on his wife. 'Oh, my darling!' Kaja nearly fell into his arms, hugging him close. Protectively, Nicholas wrapped himself around her, letting her cry into his neck. 'I was so worried! You had been gone for so long and I thought something terrible had happened on the way!' He rubbed her back, kissing her forehead. 'As a matter-of-fact, it did. If it weren't for this brave soul over here, I would've certainly ended up as Rotfiend-feed...' He visibly shuddered and then smiled at his friend.

I rushed to the kitchen and made two bowls of stew - I would eat later, I figured. Bringing the hot food to the two men, handing it to them before sitting down on one of the big chairs close to the hearth. Now that I was sitting still, I could inspect the stranger a little better. He was a Witcher, with yellow eyes much to the likeness of a feline. 'Who is your friend, then?' Kaja asked him, smiling. 'His name is Gaetan.' For some reason, the Witcher's gaze now rested on me. I felt my throat slightly tighten. Why were his eyes suddenly darkening? 'Did you pay him with the money you got for selling our lifestock?' Kaja asked her husband. Nicholas rubbed his neck. 'Yeah, about that... The cow died on the way, crushed by a falling tree. Damn storm. One of the chickens was stolen and the fifteen orens that I got for the other one were hardly enough for the Witcher, so...' 'So, what? We can keep him here for a few days, if he wishes to. Free food and shelter until the weather has calmed down at least a bit.' Kaja insisted, giving Gaetan a friendly smile. Said man only crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Nicholas to speak up. 'I told him he could have anything he wants.' 'Well, that he deserves! He brought you back to me in one piece, and I will be eternally grateful for that! I still have a pearl necklace from a deceased aunt, ugly thing and the aunt was a bitch, but it has some value to it-' 'That is not what he wants. He... He said...' Nick grew restless and shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

'I want the first thing that comes to greet you.' The Witcher said to him, 'That is what I asked for, and you agreed, meaning...'

He turned to me, looking me straight in the eye this time, and I felt the blood drain from my cheeks. 'That you're the one that I will take from here.' 'W-What...?' I stuttered, a frown appearing on my face. 'You can't do that!' Kaja exclaimed, stepping closer to me. 'She is my sister!' 'But your husband has promised me the first thing that came to greet him. And that turns out to be that pretty lady over here.' 'Pretty lady?!' I sputtered, too lost for words. 'By the gods, are you mad?' 'A promise is a promise, and if you don't come with me willingly, well... Then I have to apply force.' 'Do Witchers have any conscience?! Monsters, all of you.' Kaja huffed, putting herself between Gaetan and I.

'Step out of the way. I will be back on the road shortly. Or do you prefer me collecting your child in a few months?' Kaja let out a gasp, shaking her head. I saw tears swimming on the brims of her eyes. She was silent for a few seconds before the Witcher spoke again. 'That's what I thought.' Kaja opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out. I put a hand on her shoulder, not wanting to cry in front of this stranger. 'It's alright. I will go with him.' 'No, what are you  doing?' I walked towards my bag, taking it from the floor. My cloak was still wet as I put it on, but I didn't mind. 'Keeping a promise.' '(Y/n)!'

My sister was crying now, grabbing my arm before bursting into violent sobs. 'There must be another way!' 'I don't want you and your unborn child to be in any danger. I've heard stories about Witchers, Kaj. I believe it is best that I will go with the man.' 'I believe that is best as well.' the bald man said, already walking towards the door. 'Say your fucking goodbyes and meet me in two minutes.' With that, he left the house. Both Kaja and Nicholas wrapped their arms around me, hugging me tight. 'My dear sister...' Kaja cried, 'What is he going to do to you?' 'Perhaps he needs a housekeeper.' I tried to sound cheerful, 'I am sure that nothing bad will happen.' She wailed against my shoulder, my hands cupping her face to wipe away some tears. 'I will visit you again one day. You two be happy now and don't worry about me.' I kissed her forehead before reaching out for Nick, giving his hand a squeeze. I wryly smiled before heading outside. The downpour hadn't lessened compared to earlier. 'Let's go.' Gaetan spoke in a cold tone, his eyes as icy as the rain. I walked towards my horse that was standing underneath a tree. 'Nothing of that. I don't need another animal to feed. You ride with me.' My eyes slightly widened, but I took Gaetans extended hand, mounting to sit behind him. I was a bit hesitant to wrap my arms around him, so I grabbed a hold of the saddlebag. The horse already started to move and I looked over my shoulder to take in the cozy house one more time.

My family appeared in the doorway. 'I love you, (Y/n)!' Kaja sniffled, rubbing her runny nose on her sleeve. 'I love you too!' I replied. With that, Gaetan brought his steed into a canter. I nearly fell, quickly putting my arms around his waist in a reflex to not fall off. I immediately gasped as I realized what I was doing right now - he felt muscular and strong underneath that armor - wait, what was I thinking?!

I heard a faint chuckle in front of me. 'I can hear your heart racing, (Y/n).' I didn't reply, instead keeping my head as far from his back as I could. 'Where the fuck are you taking me?' 'Well,' he said, 'with a little bit of luck we will find a place to sleep soon.' His horse jumped over a fallen tree and I yelped in surprise, holding onto him even tighter. After the shock had died down, I let my arms rest a little lower on his waist. We rode for a good hour before he spoke again. 'So, tell me something about yourself.' 'What's it to you?' Geatan shook his head. 'So much for smalltalk, then.' I felt something press against my palm and I quickly pulled my hands back to myself as if I had just burned myself. 'What the hell was that?' Gaetan slowed down his horse into a trot, making it nearly impossible for me to keep up straight without holding him, and I grabbed onto his armor again. 'Do you really want to know that?' he replied, moving off the path to some location I didn't know. 'Well, yes.' Gaetan laughed, a genuine sound formed in his lungs and left his lips in a sincere chuckle. It sounded nice, I thought. It showed a somewhat warmer side of him. 'Your hands have been resting on my cock for a while now.'

I was glad that I was sitting behind him. My throat screwed shut and I was happy that he could not see how embarrassed I became after the moment he said that. A heavy feeling formed in the pit of my stomach as I re-imagined the feeling of it pressing against my hand - a rock-hard lump and quite large honestly - I thought it was an apple of some sorts... 'Are you done being a nervous wreck? Perhaps I could make you my slave, you know. Fuck you when I please, ha!' If I didn't know better, I would've struck him across the face with a flat hand. But I knew that it would be unwise and the end of me if I chose to do so. Instead I swallowed and tried my damnedest to ignore the warm pool forming in my abdomen, the feeling of getting strangely turned on. 'Would you like that, huh? Taking my big cock up your cunt?' I bit my lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But as he shifted a little backwards, the edge of his belt grazing against my lap and thus hitting a very sensitive spot between my legs, I let out the most wanton sound that had ever left my lips. Immediately, Gaetan stopped his horse. 'What was that?' I didn't say anything, instead trying to collect myself and not think about this handsome stranger that was questioning me, fighting the arousal. 'I asked you something.' he barked. 'It was n-nothing.' Gaetan laughed a little, letting his horse step forward again. I spotted a small cave a little bit away and it seemed like he was heading straight for it. 'You lying bitch. I can smell your excitement, you know? There is no point in not admitting to me. It wasn't like we weren't going to fuck in the first place.' He halted, getting off his horse and hitching it to a tree branch. Then, he helped me off. His face still wet from the rain but it didn't cloak the smug look he was having on it. 'Makes you my property right away, huh.' He gave my lower back a push towards the cave. 'Get in there.' he said, 'Its dry and I am positive there aren't any bears present.' I obeyed, shivering from the cold as I entered it, looking around in the total darkness. I sat down against the wall and watched in silence as Gaetan proceeded to create a fire. Every few seconds, he looked over at me as if to check if I was still there. He seemed so much more... Nice in this situation, and as soon as he had poked alive a nice fire, I could take in his rather handsome features. He had seemed so bestial before but now there was something way prettier about him. 'So, now you are going to suck me off.' he suddenly said, his behaviour turning dominant again. I almost choked on my own saliva. 'Excuse me?' 'You wanna get fucked. Well, you better earn it.' He reached for his belt, unbuckling it before letting it fall to the floor alongside his pants. His erection was pressing tightly against his loincloth - he must be massive underneath there. 'You are kidding, right?' I tried. He wasn't buying it. 'I barely know you and I can read you through and through. Your heart is beating so fast and I can smell you from a mile off, girl. Now on your knees and put that mouth of yours to good use.'   He must've put some kind of spell on me, for as if I had lost all control over my body, I started to crawl towards him. My hands reached for his underwear, pulling it aside. My stomach dropped as soon as I saw how huge his erection was. I flipped some (h/c) hair from my face and took his length into one hand, spitting on the tip before jerking him to full mast. Gaetan gritted his teeth a little, holding his hands at his sides. Obviously, he was withholding himself from reaching into my hair. Perhaps it was too intimate a gesture, even though I had practically my mouth on his cock... I pressed my tongue against the slit on his tip, gathering a dollop of glistening pre-cum before sliding it all the way down to his testicles. I softly started to suckle on them, eyeing his reaction curiously. He showed a small grin, one eyebrow slightly raised. 'You must've blown many men before...' he stated as a matter-of-factly. I hummed in response, rolling one of his balls through my mouth and fondling the other with my hand. 'I am not sure what you meant by that, but I will take it as a yes. Fuck, you are very good with your mouth. Saving that simpleton wasn't all that bad.' I took him fully into my mouth, swallowing around him. I closed my eyes tightly as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, trying my damnedest not to gag too badly... But as soon as the sound came from my throat that my body was desperately trying to get it out, I felt his length twitch. 'Fuck...!' Gaetan groaned, grabbing a hold of my hair. Without any word of warning, he started to thrust into my mouth, a wet and sloppy sound erupting from the scene. I kept gagging, hoping that I wouldn't throw up, until my body was used to it. But in the discomfort of him fucking my face I felt my body tense up and my legs become weak. Even though I had snot and tears running down my chin, the Witcher seemed to like it. Complete control, I thought. Like a fucking plaything. My lungs started to burn, lacking oxygen. I placed my hands on his thighs, hoping he would get the hint that I was trying to push him off. He held me in place and tears clouded my vision. I felt like I was going to pass out right at the moment he chose to pull back. I gasped for air, my throat searingly painful. I coughed, falling forwards and catching myself onto my hands. And yet, my body was shuddering. I had never felt so turned on before. The Witcher smiled, offering a hand to me. I looked up at him, wiping the corner of my mouth. I must've looked like a mess - and his gaze flickered darkly. 'If you only could see yourself like this... My, my... What would your dear sister think?' he let out a chuckle and I felt my stomach tighten as he took my wrist, pulling me against him. The least thing I expected was for him to kiss me. But there was no gentleness behind his lips. He was rough and his stubble scraped against my chin as he devoured me. As if he was reading my mind, he tore his teeth away from my bottom lip, which he had started attacking with rough bites and nibbles. 'Want me to be more gentle with you?' a string of saliva connected our mouths together and I had to resist the sudden urge to lick it away and slither my tongue into his mouth. His hands felt electric as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. 'We aren't in a relationship, so why would I be gentle? I want to fuck you raw and hard... Perhaps you can earn your romance later... But now I need to establish you are mine.' Only the sound of his voice was enough to make me putty in his hands. I desired to be dominated and roughly fucked. His cat-like eyes bore into me, practically staring into my very soul. He spun me around in his arms, pushing me a few steps forward until I was pressed against the stone cold wall of the cave. Roughly, he bent me over. One of his hands held me in place, the other started to roam about my backside. 'Your pants are damp.' he said with a hint of disinterest in his voice. 'Guess you can throw them out now.' Without any kind of warning, he ripped apart the fabric. I gasped and immediately felt cold creep between my butt cheeks. 'Your ass looks like a pair of ripe cherries ripe for the taking... Speaking of cherries...' I let out a wanton moan when I suddenly felt fingers prod at my entrance. He pushed my pussy lips apart, gathering some juices before slipping his fingers into his mouth. 'How sweet...' he purred, 'So ready for my cock... But I am not that nice, am I?' For a moment there was nothing, just my heart drumming in my ears and anticipation. Then I felt my body jolt in pleasure - a warm, hot string of saliva fell onto my tailbone and leaked down between my buttocks. Gaetan released my arm, laying his hand on my hip instead. I waited for something. Anything. I wanted him to eat my ass. I wanted him to fuck me until I collapsed. But I didn't expect the heavy weight of his cock to momentarily rest onto my back. My face pressed against the stone, painfully chafing against the rock. He slid down his length and pressed the tip of his cock against my asshole. 'Your cunt has been taken so many times before, I see... But your asshole looks so tight, I think I should stretch it up a bit.' I moaned out as he pushed himself in, tears springing into my eyes. I had never tried anal before and it showed in my painful reaction to him slipping in further. I let out a breathy grunt, something between pleasure and pain. 'You were pretty good with your mouth on my cock... Can it talk dirty as well?' I bit my lip as the pain ceased. 'I-I can try...' 'Good girl...' he slowly started to thrust into me. 'Go on then.' 'Fuck...' I said with a long drawl. His testicles slapped against my ass and he forced me to bend lower, so he could reach it better. 'Fuck me...' 'Is that all you got?' he laughed, almost pitiful. 'Come on, I can handle it.' 'I want you to... Oh... I want you to fuck... Fuck! Fuck my cunt until I can't stand anymore.' 'Good... What more?' his voice was so calm and collected that it drove me insane - how could his breathing be so controlled? 'I want to ride your cock until it rips me apart...' I felt him twitch inside of me. 'I want you to fill up my tight hole with your Witcher seed.' 'Hmmm...' he lowly groaned, finally showing some pleasure, 'Tell me, (Y/n)... How badly do you want it?' 'Please...' I moaned, 'Please, I want you to rub my pearl! I want you to eat my pussy like dessert!' 'Do you really think that your pleasure matters to me right now? Tell me what you will do to me the next time we have sex.' I pressed my lips together into a tight line, my legs starting to give up underneath me. He was tearing me apart, his speed increasing with the second. 'I want to suck your cock until you explode in my mouth...' I moaned, my breathing becoming erratic. 'Oh... Fuck... I will swallow your c-cum... To the last... Fuck! Drop!' Gaetan let out a heavy sigh, his body stilling for a second. 'Yes, (Y/n)... Hm, tighten yourself for me...' He spilled deep into me, making me feel so desperate for release as well. For a second, his fingers brushed against my hooded clitoris. With a high-pitched moan, I saw the world become white as I shattered right there and then. He pulled his length away from me, limp and red and wholly sated. As soon as Gaetan released me, I half-collapsed against the wall. I tried to catch my breath, body quivering with every pulse my throbbing clit sent through my veins. Utterly exhausted, I looked up at the Witcher. The man in question gave me a small smile while tucking himself back into his pants, seemingly unfazed by a lack of oxygen or an overwhelming amount of pure pleasure. 'Not bad, girl.' he said to me, turning back towards the fire. 'Next time, you can have your reward. Then, you can ride me until you're sated.' I leaned my head against the wall of the cave, watching as Gaetan prepared something to eat. The stone was cold against my behind, but I didn't care. It was not as if the rest of my pants were going to survive this anyway.

If you are still looking for prompts maybe beau is forced to meet up with her parents, they insult her while jester or yasha or jester and yasha are there with her

whooie this took on a life of it’s own

tw for emotional abuse & manipulation

willing to practice

It was well understood that the last thing Beau wanted to do was visit Kamordah. She, loudly, stated as much, every few miles, in fact.

“I think we should ghost this fucker.” She said, arms crossed, practically pouting, in the back of the cart. “We dip out, then next time we’re in  the city we steal out blood bac, and say a big ol’ fuck you to the Gentleman while we’re at it.”

Fjord let out a long suffering sigh. “Great idea. Let’s just torpedo an important alliance. Perfect plan.” He rolled his eyes, looking over at her from atop the horse he was riding.

Jester turned around on the bench at the front, batting her eyelashes. “We will only he there for a day Beau.” she reminded. “And anyway, we don’t know if the rich people we’re going to find are your parents anyway. We might be stealing the stuff back from some random rich people.”

Beau grumbled a little bit, leaning back against the cart. They were right, of course. They needed to fix their relationship with the Gentleman. Especially after fucking off the the ocean, and then the Xiorhausian conflict for months. Favors received required favors given, and this is what the Gentleman needed done.

Still, it didn’t sit right with her, going back there. It made her nervous, made her stomach twist.

Beau felt a knee bump hers, and looked up, catching Caleb’s eye. There was an understanding there; Caleb could see this was just fear. Fear of going back to the place where she was hurt. Fear of dragging others there. He could recognize it, recognize the pain. She appreciated that he didn’t think her pain was stupid, was silly, even though it wasn’t as serious by comparison.

He gave her a little smile. “You have friends who have your back now.” He told her mirroring her words from their journey to Felderwin. “We’re here to defend you, and kick some ass. Just like you do for us.”

Beau looked at him for a second, then nodded, eyes dropping. There was a snap, and Frumpkin appeared in her lap. He turned circles, then curling up to sleep. Beau pet him behind the ears, letting the sleeping Faye calm and distract her.

A few miles along, Caduceus spoke up from where he was steering the cart next to Jester. “Someone up ahead.” He called back. Beau reached for her staff, straightening her back. She leaned an arm over the side of the cart, looking down the road. She felt the weight of Frumpkin shift off her lap, and saw Nott move to sit just behind Caduceus, hiding in case she needed the element of surprise.

Beau squinted, head tilting, but it was Jester who saw first, gasped and let out a little laugh. “It’s okay!” she said. “It’s Yasha!”

Yasha joined their little parade a few miles outside of town, to cheers, and hugs from Nott, Caduceus, and Jester They explained where they were headed, and then set off. They shifted around the cart, Jester and Nott taking the horse that had been trailing behind, Caleb moving to sit by Caduceus, Beau and Yasha in the back of the cart.

“We’re going to you hometown?” Yasha asked Beau.

Beau nodded. “Yeah, uh… Yeah, but I don’t want to spend too much time there. The Stormlord lead you this way?” she asked.

“Yes.” she said nodding. “I believe he knows that I wish to come back to you, uh, you all.” she said, nodding a little. She shook her head, seeming to search for something else to say. “It will be nice to see where you grew up.” Yasha said.

Beau let out a little broken laugh. “Well, I hope that you all don’t actually have to. That estate sucked.”

“We aren’t gonna go there.” Jester called from the horse. “We’re gonna run in, get the stuff from the rich people, and get out. But if we do, we’re gonna run and smash shit and take it and run!”

“Yeah!” Nott said, from where she was holding on to Jester’s cloak. “It’s gonna be great.”

Yasha nodded a little. “It would be nice to see a little bit of it as we smash things, then, if we have to go there.”

Beau smiled, nodding a little in agreement. “Yeah, smash shit and run.”

It quickly became clear that it was definitely Beau’s parents who screwed the Gentleman over. Beau went quiet as they loaded into the cart to head the few miles out of town to the vineyard.

“Beau,” Caduceus said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to come with us.” He said. “You don’t have to go back there.”

Beau looked at her friends, strapped up to go and head out and deal with her family. “Yeah, yeah I do, Duceus.” she said. “But, thank you.” she said.

Beau headed towards one of the horses, but she felt a hand grab her wrist. Jester gave her a little smile, and pulled her towards the card. “Sit with me.” she said.

Beau nodded, and clamored up into the cart, words not coming. Jester held her hand, as Nott hopped up into the cart, tucking against her side.

They headed out, and the quiet radiated out from Beau, settling over them all. Beau watched the lightly wooded area, turn into the familiar fields of grape vines. She tensed up, eyes scanning the horizon.

“That big tree is the one I fell out of, when I broke my arm.” she said softly.

Jester followed her gaze. “Oh, yeah, that makes sense.”

“I kept climbing it, though.” she said, nodding. “Carved my name at the top junction there.”

Beau forced herself to keep talking, telling little stories about growing up. Trying to keep her head clear. She couldn’t go in ruled by fear. She couldn’t let that rule her.

Nott started asking questions, laughing a little at funny things. She started to supply her own stories, of Luke as a toddler, trying similar escapades to Beau’s. She felt her heart catch in her throat. Nott had chosen to leave Luke and Yeza in Allfield, to keep traveling with them, to find a way to become a halfling again, and because she wanted to stay with her friends, but it clearly weighed on her. Hearing her talk about Luke, hearing her relate to Beau’s stories, it made Beau feel closer to her than she could possibly explain.

Beau was feeling better, swapping stories as they rode along.

But the top of the house, the manor, came into view and her voice got caught in her throat.

“They have a son.” she reminded they quietly. “He’s just a kid, so… you know… don’t let me burn the house down.”

Frumpkin suddenly appeared on her shoulder, purring, which was a little comfort, but not enough. She reached the hand Jester wasn’t holding back to scratch the cat, lifting her eyes to the wizard riding in the front of the cart. Caleb gave her a nod, a promise.

The stopped a few dozen meters from the door, and she let out a little breath, then slid to the edge of the cart. She picked up her staff, and jumped off, turning towards the house that was once her house. She walked towards the door, and stomped up the stairs putting on all her vibrato and confidence before her friends could even get off the cart to back her. She hit the door with her staff, then took a step back.

“Come out, asshole, I know your home, you never leave.” She called, scowling. “Mother dearest.” She shouted. “Father o’ mine. I’ve got business with you.”

Beau stared at the doors with rage in her veins, waiting for the showdown she’d been building for her whole life. She took a step back when she heard it unlock, hands curling into fists. She took a deep breath and held it, feeling a strong presence step beside her, feeling some kind of reassuring energy pouring towards her. She couldn’t bring herself to look over and find out who’d joined her on the porch, though. She had to keep her ground.

The little huff of disgust was expected, when her father’s eyes locked on her. She suddenly realized she should have tied her robes proper. She should have changed. She should have washed her hair, or scrubbed some of the blood away. She lifted her chin a little as her father looked past her. “What kind of riff raff have you dragged onto my lands, Beauregard.”

Beau swallowed, “We’ve been hired to retrieve an item you stole. Let us in or we’ll bring crowns guard. We’ve already found some you haven’t paid off.”

She watched her father scowl and think, clearly wanting to turn them away, but not wanting the trouble. “Well,” He said, making up his mind. “Do come in, then.” He turned his back, leaving the door open.

Beau turned her head to nod them inside, and quickly realized that they were all still behind her, down the steps. She looked to her other side, noticing that the heat, body heat she’d been sure, was gone. She blinked, and took a shocked breath. There was no one there, but, the air, she realized, smelled like lavender.

Beau sood with her arms crossed in the open entry way. She knew that the stairs to the left lead to the library and her fathers office. She knew the ones to the right lead to the wing that housed the various bedrooms. On the main floor to the right was the dining room, the kitchens, the sitting room. Far back into the house on the left was the master suite was. She’d been in the upstairs wing, housing the bedrooms for guests, and for her. She knew there was what she knew was supposed to be a nursery near the master. She’d never lived in it.

The space was all pale golds and dark browns. It was supposed to make you think of royalty. Make you think of wealth. Make you think that their money was older and more powerful than it was. She’d called her father a moonshine peddler once. He’d thrown the expensive bottle of red he’d been holding at her head. Luckily he had shit aim.

There were small benches on either side of the door. One of them, she knew, had her name carved into the back. She’d pulled it out and quietly scraped it in one day, out of boredom. The paintings on the walls were all of old family members, and a few of the vineyards themselves. Beau hated it.

She stayed quiet as Caleb explained very carefully, that they wouldn’t be leaving without the property that Beau’s father had unlawfully stolen. They knew, from Beau, that his father had the local guard in his pocket, but Jester wouldn’t hesitate sending a message to friends a little farther off to come by.

Beau just stood there, trying to keep from looking around. Trying to keep from caring about every little thing that had changed.

Beau’s mother came down the stairs, and let out a shocked little gasp. “Beauregard.” she said, brow lifting in horror. Beau thought about how she must look through her mother’s eyes; half shaven, a tattoo peeking out the back of her robe, still dirty from the road, probably still bloody as well, surrounded by a band of people from races her mother would routinely scoff at and judge. She was the farthest thing from the daughter she’d tried to hard to mold her into. “You should not be here.”

“It’s fine.” Her father spoke up, interrupting her mother how he always did. “They’ll be leaving shortly.” He called a servant over, and instructed them on what to go get. Fjord walked over to Beau, brow lifting. “You good?” He asked.

Beau looked over at him, and swallowed. She nodded, but something in her eye betrayed her.

“For the record,” He said, voice still low. “You clearly made more of yourself than they ever could have dreamed here. Not enough imagination to understand you.”

Beau gave him a half second of a tense smile. “Thanks Fjord.” she said, reaching to give him a hard pat on the arm.

She heard a scoff from nearby, and looked over to see her mother’s upturned nose. “Should have known.” she said, even though at the distance she couldn’t possibly have heard the conversation. Beau scowled at her, hands curling into fists. “You come in here, acting like a man, disgusting, and fraternizing with monstrous races.” Her eyes stuck on Nott, who was hovering by the door. “You were always trouble, Beauregard,” Her mother continued, before looking to Fjord. “but bedding one? That’s disgusting.”

Beau looked from her mother, to Fjord, then back. “Are you kidding?” She said. “How did catching me with my head up a girls dress not alert you to the fact that I’m not interested in men?” she asked.

Beau’s father let out a hiss. “You can’t expect us to believe a dalliance like that was going to hold. But if it has, clearly this is just proof of what we already knew.”

“Oh and what was that, hua?” she spat, taking a step towards him, footsteps echoing in the empty space. “What? come on, I’d love to hear an original thought from your tiny brain.”

His face contorted into something like a grimace. “You are a disgrace, Beauregard. You’re a mistake. You shouldn’t have ever been born in the first place.”

As blood rushed Beau’s ears it was all she could think that she didn’t think he’d have the balls to say it. She’d always known what her parents thought of her, but she didn’t think it would go for the throat like that. And, despite knowing, despite preparing herself for a fight, she felt herself go still, go quiet, go cold. She felt her staff slip slightly in her grip, the end of it striking the ground, the curl of her fingers keeping it from falling. She felt her breath catch, in shock, in pain. Saw the world slow down as her father sneered at her, the form of her mother a few paces back from him, looking almost smug.

Time zoomed back in, though, when she saw a great sword press to her father’s throat, when she saw her mother tense, hands going to her head. She blinked, taking in the forms of Jester, fingers alight with green energy, hand lifted towards her mother, and Yasha, rage in her eyes, keeping her blade pressed to his neck.

Yasha spoke, “You, sir, are the disgrace. You abused and belittled your child into believing she wasn’t deserving. You treated her like she was a burden, not a gift. You, frankly, didn’t deserve her. And I fear for the child you have now. I truly hope he breaks free of your grasp before you ruin him like you’ve ruined yourself.”

Jester hissed something in infernal to punctuate. Beau felt like the air was lead as the servant who’d been sent off entered the room. His eyes went wide at the scene around him. Caleb stepped forward, a hand outstretched for the parsel. She heard the door open behind her. She heard Caduceus’ soft voice call Jester and Yasha. She watched the tense stare down between Yasha and her father, before Yasha sheathed her weapon. She heard Jester hiss something else to her mother who responded by cowering. Beau stared at her parents, trying to decide how to feel. Trying to get her feet moving.

Yasha put an arm around Beau’s shoulder, turning her. Jester looped her arm around her waist. They walked her out.

They got her into the cart, waiting until they were a ways away to start talking, start trying to get Beau to come back to. Jester was on one side of her, all soft curves and words sharp throwing them back towards the manor. Yasha framed her other side, taking her hand, made of hard lines, and delicate actions.

Beau stared at the building that used to be her house, and took a breath. “We should have smashed more shit.” she managed, slumping between them.

There was a laugh from nearby, and Nott handed Beau her flask.

That place had been her house, sure, but this, tucked between two women who were ready to kill for her at a moments notice, this was home.

Business Comes First - Chapter 5

A Peaky Blinders fanfiction set around the end of season three. 

Chapter 1 - A Woman who Drinks // Chapter 2 - Tea for my Lady // Chapter 3 - Ricocheting Bullets // Chapter 4 - Demons // Chapter 5 - A Country House // Chapter 6 - Numbing the Pain

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Summary: Alice is a smart and savvy business woman in a male dominated world.  She uses her wit and power to get what she wants but she has burdens from her past that could hinder a business transaction in Small Heath.

Word Count: 2700+ words

Author’s note: The next instalment of Alice’s story.  I’m so excited to share this one with you, on my recent travels I came across a beautiful 16th century house, and as I was walking around I just kept thinking THIS IS ALICE’S HOUSE.  All photos used are my own, and please do excuse any inaccuracies (fire alarms, plug sockets, etc.) in the photos, obviously they wouldn’t be there. 

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Chapter 5 - A Country House 

After your late night visit from Tommy, you slept in a fitful manner, closing your eyes for what seemed like a few seconds, for it to have actually have been an hour or two.  Each time you woke with a start, breathing heavily.  When the sun began to seep through the plush curtains of the hotel window, you could do nothing but sigh of relief: you had made it through another night, and soon you would be at home. 

Tommy knocked on your door at around nine o’clock, carrying with him two plates of scrambled eggs and toast for your breakfast.  You had smiled and graciously taken the plate from him, the two of you eating your breakfasts alone in your respective rooms in silence. 

At around ten, Tommy knocked on your door again, signalling that it was time for you to leave. 

An hour of your journey had passed, and you were gazing out of the car window at the rolling hills and distant smog.  Tommy glanced to you and smiled.  

“Umm,”  He coughed, “Do you want to talk about last night or?”

“No, I don’t”  you quickly interject.  As much as you felt that perhaps talking to someone about your night traumas was probably a good way of gaining your catharsis, you didn’t feel like that person should be Thomas Shelby, your business partner and who your livelihood depended on.  

“Okay,” he said slowly, surprised at your sudden outburst.  

Silence then ensued, except from you giving him directions as you got closer to your home. 

“Next left here, Tommy,” you point towards the gateway to your family home’s driveway.

Fucking hell Tommy thought to himself as he turned the car onto the driveway.  Evidently, the driveway was long, and the trees that lined the road had curved like a dome, creating a tunnel of green and foliage.  

As the car trundled down the driveway, a group of men gathered under a tree caught your attention.  That’s not normal.  You wave your hand to get Tommy to slow.  Briefly, you made eye contact with one of the men and you recognised his face, but you couldn’t name him or picture where you had met.  The man looked at you dead in the eyes, and a toothy, yet sinister grin splayed across his face.  He knows who I am, who the fuck is he?  Tommy continued to drive past the men, leaving their eyes burning holes into the back of your skull as you turn back to face the way you were travelling.  

“Alright?” Tommy asks.

“Hmm,” you mutter with a pensive expression.  Something was not right about the way those men were gathered on your driveway- it was as if they were waiting for you.  They had instantly recognised you, and yet, you didn’t know who they were, unless it was…

Your thoughts trail off as Tommy pulls up to the front of your house, turning the car round a stone statue fountain that acted as a small round-about in the centre of the driveway.   Tommy leant out the window to admire Addison Manor, your family home, its stone cobbles and large windows framed by the picturesque blue sky and flowers that wrapped themselves around the door.  You smiled, immediately feeling at home.  

You were proud of your home and your family history.  Your family were well known in the area: a family with noble lines coursing through their veins, but reduced to lowly farmers through the epic debaucheries and mistakes of your forefathers.  It was your father, and his before him, who slowly clawed back your estate, manor and land, created the business and passed it on to you and your siblings, allowing it to flourish and prosper further.  

Margaret, the housekeeper, burst out of the front door, her apron flapping in the summer breeze as she ran out to meet you.  You had barely climbed out of the car when she pulled you into a tight embrace.

“It’s so lovely to have you home, Alice!” She said after she had released you from your hug, “we’ve all missed you terribly! Lou and the children especially!”

“I’ve missed you too Marg,” you smiled at the older woman.  Truly you had missed her: Margaret had acted as almost a surrogate mother for you and your siblings after the sudden death of your mother when you were children.  “Where is Lou?”

“She’s just coming,”  Margaret leant in to whisper into your ear, “there was - business - that needed to be attended to.”  Margaret didn’t like the line of work your family partook in.  Although around ninety percent of it was legal: training, breeding and selling racehorses, you didn’t reach national notoriety through legal business alone.  The way Margaret said the word “business” came out as if she spat it, needing to get it out of her mouth and mind as soon as possible- as if it was dirty or poisonous. 

While you spoke with your housekeeper, Tommy had taken the bags out of the car and was now standing back, admiring the house with one hand on his hip and one shielding his eyes from the sun.  Just by looking at the house, he began to understand how you acted and your mannerisms much more; you definitely had influence, wealth, power, and most importantly, respect. 

A tiny woman burst out of the front door, wrapping you in the tightest embrace humanly possibly.  Lou’s hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head, wisps of blonde flying in the wind as she ran towards you.  You hugged her back with equal strength, burying yourself in the smell of her: light, floral perfume combined with the mud and soap that came with having many children.

“Thank God you’re home,” Lou whispered into your hair, “there is much we need to attend to.”

“Who were those men at the gates Lou?” you whisper into her ear, still wrapped in your tight embrace. 

“There is much we need to attend to.” She reiterated releasing you from your embrace. Lou then turned to face Tommy, “ahh! Mr Shelby! Welcome to our home.” 

Tommy was shown to the guest wing by Margaret leaving you and Lou alone to speak frankly with each other.  You walked through the corridors of the house until you reached your wing, sighing slightly at the welcome familiarity of the smell and the texture of the heavy oak door as you pushed it open into your office.  The room was exactly how you had left it a few weeks previously- walls adorned with bookshelves, large dark wooden desk in front of the massive window facing the front lawn and gardens.  You immediately go to sit in your chair, leaning back in it and running your hands along the armrests. Lou sat down in the chair opposite you. 

“Those men?” you ask quickly, raising an eyebrow as Lou gave a sigh. You knew the answer wasn’t a good one.  

“Matthew is out of prison.”  Lou said slowly, the name causing floods of memories and sensations to explode into your mind.  Matthew, the first man you had ever loved, and the first man to ever betray you. 

“How?” You practically shout out in frustration.  Matthew still had several years to go locked up in his cell.

“He got a new lawyer,” Lou explains calmly, “I think those men where waiting for you to return.”

“Fuck!” you yell.  That man had nearly destroyed you and your business.  You were together for many years, ever since you were sixteen, but as your family business grew, so did your power.  Matthew never liked how it was him relying on your money, he believed it should be the other way around. On many occasions, he had attempted to stifle your power within your own line of work; hiding paperwork, ‘accidentally’ losing betting slips, taking your money from your purse.  All of these things had seemed trivial to you, and you understood that your situation as a couple was unusual, but he always took things too far. 

Your horses were doing well at the races, and your family name was well sought after by leading jockeys, nobility and royalty alike.  You were the queen of the races, but Matthew wasn’t the king.  One year at the Epsom Derby, Matthew had taken matters into his own hands, purposely injuring the horses that were from your stud.  You had caught him, in the stables, blade in hand.  None of your horses won the race that day, and you suffered as a consequence.  You took him to the police and he was charged with fixing the races, and you hadn’t seen him since.  

The memories of your fraught, but passionate relationship proved overwhelming, and you had to lean back in your seat, exhaling sharply.  Lou stood and rested a hand on your forearm, comforting you.  

“Al?” she asked tentatively, “he needs to be stopped.  You need to stop him from hurting us again.”

“I know,” you sigh, shutting your eyes. 

Tommy followed the housekeeper down several long corridors lined with portraits and busts of your predecessors, the plush carpet underfoot feeling spongy and soft under his boots.  He had never felt so out of place, but yet comfortable at the same time.  He walked past an ajar door and stopped, hearing children’s laughs and squeals coming from within.  Carefully, he poked the door open, peering inside.  Six children were playing inside with an older woman who he assumed to be their nanny.  His eyes were drawn to a little boy sat atop a rocking horse.  The boy was the same age as little Charlie back home in Birmingham.  Tommy felt a pang in his heart.  Family was everything.  He missed Charlie already. 

“Mr Shelby?” he heard the housekeeper’s voice. 

“Sorry,” he muttered following her.  

“They’re Lou’s children,” the housekeeper said quietly, “sad really, their father just left a couple months ago.  Lou thinks he met someone else.  Bloody coward I say.”  Margaret continued to chatter as they walked on but Tommy was barely listening.  He understood the suffering of your family- despite the differences between your two families, you still struggled in the same ways. 

Tommy was shown into his room and he settled in quickly, kicking his shoes off.  He walked towards the window to admire the view: the fields stretched for as far as he could see, various livestock grazing and crops growing in orderly lines.  He had always considered Arrow House to be in the country, but the black smog of industry in Birmingham was always in view.  Here, no black was to be seen, only blues and greens. 

Lou had left your office quickly, realising how her news would cause you great stress.  If Matthew was out of prison, there was no doubt that he would try and get to you.  The men on the driveway were waiting for your return to Devon to inform their boss.  You lean back and groan: what you had planned to be a relaxing and successful trip home was no longer possible.  You grab the telephone off its hanger, and dial Henry’s number.  After a few rings, he picked up.

“Did you know?” You ask quickly.

“Did I know what?” He replied, equally as quickly.

“Matthew’s out.” 

“I didn’t know.”

“Fuck” you sigh.

“Deal with it, Alice.” He said quietly before hanging up the phone.  You groan again, replacing the phone.  As irritated as you were, the situation needed to be dealt with and a horse needed to be sold to the Shelbys: there was work to do.  

You rise out of your chair and walk to the door of the room, calling for Margaret.  The older woman rushes along the corridor to meet your calls.

“Can you ask Mr Shelby to meet me in the dining room please, Margaret?” you ask sweetly.  She nods before turning and rushing back down the corridor in which she had came.  “Oh! And Lou too please?”  You call after her.  You turn and walk back into your office, grabbing a large folder off one of the bookshelves.  Flicking through the pages of horses you smile, Tommy simply won’t be able to refuse these.  

Tommy followed a maid into the dining room of Addison Manor.  As he walked through the door he struggled to contain his awe.  The room was basked in sunlight due to the large windows that were dotted around the perimeter.  The light was accentuated by the pale blue paintwork, with white and gold ornate trims.  He looked up to the ceiling, which was painted the same blue, but had white carvings and engravings across the entire area.  The room was beautiful.  In the middle of the room was a long table, with places set out for nearly thirty people.  Crisp and clear glasses and shining silverware shimmered in the sunlight.  You sat at the head of the table, diamond earrings and necklace creating a mirage of light on the walls and ceilings.  Lou sat next to you on your right, her blonde hair glowing like liquid gold as the sun’s rays hit it.  Tommy gulped, sheer beauty like this simply doesn’t exist in Birmingham.  The way your hands were poised at the table, and how Lou gazed deep into his eyes made the whole scene look like the Renaissance painting.  

“Ladies,” he coughed, pulling up the chair to your right, making a conscious effort not to break the peaceful equilibrium of the room.  You and Lou smile at him. 

“So Tommy,” you begin, laying the folder out in front of him. “You have come here in order to negotiate a deal with Goodfellows Ltd.”  He nodded earnestly at you, you noticed that his eyes were the same colour as the walls and ceiling. Focus Alice. “The terms of this deal are as follows: we, Goodfellows Ltd., would become a major sponsor of the Cheltenham Races.  In return, you will receive a race horse of your choice.”  

Lou opened the folder, revealing the photographs of the elegant and majestic horses you had to offer.  “In this folder, we have compiled a list of what we believe to be our most promising colts and fillies. You are welcome to choose any from this folder.”  She spoke smoothly.  Tommy looked up at her, and then to you.  They’ve done this before, they know what they’re doing.  Tommy raised an eyebrow at you, and you smiled to him.  

“We suggest that you browse through the folder tonight, then tomorrow we shall take you out to the stud and you can see the horses in action.” You say, causing Tommy to nod slowly.  

Suddenly the doors burst open and a host of three children, aged between seven and ten rush into the room and bustle around Lou.  Lou groans.  You smile, pulling the young girl, Rosie, onto your lap and into a hug.  The oldest boy, George, tugs at Lou’s arm, trying to get her attention while the middle child, a boy named Joe pulled at her other arm. 

“Excuse me, Mr Shelby.”  Lou sighs. Tommy chuckled, then leant back in his chair, the pang of missing his own child erupting into his heart.  “What is it, George?”

“Can we walk into town? We haven’t been able to in AGES!” George whined, placing particular emphasis on the ‘ages’.  

“Absolutely not.” Lou affirmed, widening her eyes as George began to cry.  Tommy raised an eyebrow, unsure if this was normal behaviour or not.  The children’s nanny ran into the room, red faced and panting. 

“I’m so sorry!” she cried grabbing the children by the arms and dragging them out of the room.  

Lou wiped her eyes with her hands and groaned.  Tommy looked between her and you, trying to suss out the situation.

“I can’t let them out of the house, not with those men lurking on our very driveway.”  Lou said, reassuming her normal stoic attitude and sitting up straight.  It all of a sudden clicked in Tommy’s mind- this family were under as much threat as his, they were a family under pressure.  Lou grabbed your hand, a pleading expression on her face. 

“I’ll deal with it.  Tonight.” You affirm.

A Pale Rose

A/n: Okay so I proof read this, I don’t hate it but I don’t think this is the best thing I’ve written. If you haven’t watched Sleeping Beauty in a while, here’s a refresher on who’s who.

Yoongi: Aurora

Hoseok: Philip 

Jimin: Fauna 

Jeongguk: Flora 

Taehyung: Merryweather

Seokjin: Maleficent 

I’ve also never written in general never written action, so I’m sorry about that but I tried by best but anyways. 

word count: 4,055

Long ago, in a far away kingdom, there lived a King and his fair Queen. Many years had they longed for a child. And finally their wish was granted. A son was born. And they called him Briar Rose 

Now I know what you’re thinking. ‘Who the hell names their son Briar Rose?’ That is a good question. The young princes parents were actually expecting a daughter. They had already named the child before he was born. To say the lease, they kept the name when he was born.

The King and Queen created a holiday, to celebrate the new prince’s birthday. And this is where our story starts.

If you were to look out the window that day, you would be greeted with almost all of the royal subjects. They were all baring gifts, the presents for the prince being almost too heavy for the people to carry. The subjects ranged from small peasants who had scraped up all of their money to give Briar their blessing, to rich nobles who were on floats of gifts. The were all marching happily to the castle, chanting a song.

All hail to the Prince Briar Rose!

Everyone marched inside, waiting patiently along with the King and Queen for the royals long time friends to arrive. 

“Please welcome, His Majesty Jung, and His Royal Highness Prince Hoseok!” The presented introduced. A small boy and his father stalked up to the thrones. They bowed deeply as the King smiled and stood up. Gliding effortlessly over to his friend, his arms open wide for a embrace. The man stood up and hugged him tightly as Prince Hoseok moved his eyes over to the small cradle, his hands resting behind his back.   

This was the day that the two Kingdoms would be united, as young Prince Hoseok would be betrothed to Briar Rose.

So him his gift he brought, and looked unknowing on his future groom. 

More trumpets rang throughout the hall as mystical light rained down from the ceiling. “With great honor, please welcome the Three Good Faries!” The announcer shouted as three small men floated down from the light, the one robed in red first, then the green and blue.

“Master Jeongguk!” The rouge one landed gracefully on the tile, bending into a bow. “Master Jimin!” The one in green landed as well, also dropping into a bow. “And Master Taehyung!” The blue one landed and bowed as well, the three faries staying in a bow together. They rose and floated over to the royals, their wands being held daintily in their hands. 

They congregated around the bassinet, looking a the infant prince. They cooed at the baby softly, each taking turns to move closer.

“I’ll shall give him the gift of beauty.” Master Jeongguk flicked his wand. “And I the gift of song” Master Jimin sang, the faire twirling the golden wand above him. 

“Ah, sweet prince. My gift shall be-” Master Taehyung did not get to finish his gift as wind howled into the room, causing the blue farie to sway. The colossal oak doors swinging open with a bang. Everyone watched in fear as lightning crashed and a dark figure materialized from wicked green flames. 

The figure was holding a large staff, a raven black as night perched atop the violet crystal. They were dressed in all black robes, them swaying with the wind and showed a deep blue underneath. As you would look at the face, you were to see a males face starting back at you with an icy smirk. He had pale skin that looked a sickly white color. His lips were dark red while his hair was slicked back, horns growing out of the top. 

“T-that’s Seokjin! What is he doing here?” Master Taehyung thought aloud. Jungkook shushed him quickly, waving his wand at the other.  

��I deliver a message to you, Your Majesty royals, nobles... and even you” The figured named Seokjin waved his hand lightly, his voice just as icy as his stare. Taehyung scowled and made and effort to approach Seokjin, but Jimin held him back by his cape. “I was quite distressed to see I had not received an invitation.” He said calmly. “You wouldn’t want one!” 

Seokjin ignored Taehyung’s comment. “You-you’re not offended, are you?” There was a hint of fear in the Queen’s voice. “Me?” He had an exasperated tone, “Of course not. I too, will give the prince a gift.” Seokjin moved over to the bassinet, the faries gasping and moving to guard the baby.

He smirked and raised his arms, raising his voice.

“Listen well! All of you!” He paused and slammed his staff down. “The Prince shall indeed grow in grace and beauty. Beloved by all who know him. But...before the sun sets on his 16th birthday...he shall prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel...and die!” He exclaimed while Briar’s mother rushed over to him. 

Seokjin cackled evilly while the King ordered the guards to seize him. He cackled even louder before erupting into flames and disappearing 

The faires looked at Taehyung, pushing him forward as he still had his gift to give. “There is still a ray of hope...” He flicked his wand and gulped “In the sleep, one true loves kiss, and the love shall break” Taehyung finished.

“Of course! That’s the only way. Of course the King will objects but when we tell him its the only way.” Jimin rambled. “Tell him what?” Jungkook groaned and followed him around as the other paced, Taehyung sitting on a ledge. 

“Three peasant men, raising a child alone in the woods!” Jimin declared. “Who?” The two said. “Turn around.” They turned to a mirror, their fancy formal attire turning into a peasants wear. They giggled, “Ah, taking care of a cute baby!” Jungkook cooed.

“And no magic!”

The King and Queen watched as their only child disappeared into the night, Taehyung holding onto him tightly. But the people knew that as long as Seokjin’s realm raged with darkness and despair, that the prophecy had not come true.

The faries moved into the cottage, whispering to themselves softly. “We can’t just call him Briar Rose, that’s a girls name!” Jimin pouted slightly, they all thought for a second and looked at the child in Taehyung’s arms. They began spitting out names, quickly disagreeing with each other and getting into a small argument. Jungkook suggested a name, causing the others to shake their heads. But the baby gurggled happily in response. “Wait, say it again!” 

“Uh...Yoongi?” The baby giggled and the faries hearts melted. “Yoongi it is.”

And soon Yoongi grew close to his 16th birthday, having no idea about him being a prince, much less about the curse. 

Jimin, Jeongguk and Taehyung all gathered around a scrapbook, planning a surprise for Yoongi. They all giggled as they found a handsome suit they all liked, talking about the adjustments that would have to be made. 

“We’ll make it blue!” Taehyung nodded his head and smiled while Jeongguk shook his head, “No, it’ll be pink.” He didn’t take his eyes of the picture while Taehyung glared at him. Yoongi came down from his room, humming lightly. “Now what are you all doing?” He asked, sliding down the stairs. The men stood up and looked at him, looking at each other and stuttering. “N-now um... we want you to pick some berries!’ Taehyung quickly shoved a basket into Yoongi’s hand while Jimin nodded frantically before grabbing a light scarf and wrapping it around him. 

“But I picked berries yesterday!” Yoongi bit his lip and Jeongguk pushed him towards the door. “Yes! Well we need more!”

“Lots more!” Jimin added. Yoongi sighed and moved outside, the men slamming the door behind him. The others turned around and started to gather all the things for the party. ‘I’ll go get the wands.” Taehyung began to move up the stairs before Jimin twirled around. “No magic.” 

“But I’ve never baked a cake without magic.” Taehyung whined. “I am going to bake the cake, you are going to help Jeongguk with the suit!” 

Taehyung protested but Jeongguk moved him over to a stool, starting to use him as a dummy to make the suit. Jimin began baking, doing everything horribly while Jeongguk put layer after layer on Taehyung. 

They began talking about how much Yoongi gad grown, beginning to get emotional. 

Meanwhile, Yoongi strolled through the forest, taking in the wild life and humming lightly while his voice carried through the forest. The animals followed him. He looked back at them, as long as they didn’t follow him home he would be okay. He came across a fallen tree acting as a bridge, he carefully moved across it while he sang.

Below Yoongi on the ground, a man draped in red rode on his horse. He looked up towards the voice. “Samson, do you hear that? Beautiful.” He heard the singing as he talked to his horse. He tried to turn around but his horse was basically like fuck no. “C’mon Samson, I’ll give you an extra bucket of oats...and a few carrots.” The horse snorted and turned around, racing foreword to find the voice.

Samson was going to fast as he turned the corner, throwing Hoseok into a pond. He glared at his horse 

Yoongi had reached the edge of the forest. He was leaning against the tree and looking at the kingdom. “Why do they still treat me like a child?” He mumbled to himself while sighing. He turned away, “I just want to meet someone...” He looked at an owl and sighed, the animals basically being his only friends. 

“Actually, I have met someone.” He smiled lightly while the animals continued to follow him. “He’s tall and handsome and...and so romantic.” Yoongi gushed before shaking his head, not wanting to think like this. “Right before I go he takes me in his arms and...I wake up.” The animals seemed to be listening to him as they sunk down. 

Yoongi looked down to talk to the animals but noticed that they were not there anymore. He turned around to look for them but he saw the animals all together wearing a red cape and a red hat with it. They looked ridiculous, but it made Yoongi laugh. He stood up as he began dancing with the owl, dressed as his prince. He smiled, having fun and enjoying the joke.

The wildlife stealing the clothes did not go unnoticed buy the owner, Prince Hoseok. He was about to go take it back but he noticed that a short pale boy with the most beautiful voice was waltzing with a...owl? He smiled and admired from a bush.

Yoongi broke away from the owl, still dancing and singing. That was when Hoseok couldn’t help himself. He rose from the bush and came up behind Yoongi, taking his hand with his and singing along. Yoongi was startled and stopped, trying to pull away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Hoseok said with a cocky grin on his face. Yoongi hid his face while he blushed and tried to pull away. “I-ts just that..you’re a..” 

“A stranger.” At this point Yoongi stopped trying to pull away and turned to face him, still blushing. Yoongi nodded. “But remember, we’ve met before.”

Yoongi was puzzled. “You said so yourself, Once Upon a Dream.” Hoseok smirked.

“I know you, I walked with you Once Upon a Dream~” Hoseok sang, chasing after Yoongi and grabbing his hand. Yoongi blushed and waltzed with him. Yoongi was in a daze as Hoseok pulled him over to the cliff that over looked the castle.  

Hoseok slipped his arm around the others waist and looked down at him. “You’re so beautiful, what’s your name” The prince said slowly. Yoongi looked up at him, a light blush on his cheeks. He was lost in the moment. 

“My name is...” He looked at his lips before gasping and pulling away, starting to run back to the cottage. “W-wait! When will I see you again?” He shouted, watching as Yoongi ran away. “Never!” He answered, picking up the basket that was supposed to be for the berries. He turned back around once he thought about his words.

“Well, maybe one day.”  And with that he ran back, shouting a date and time to meet him.

Jimin, Taehyung and Jeongguk were doing worse than expected without their magic. Jimin had made the cake, but he had to hold it up with a broom because it wasn’t sturdy. And the dress was big enough to fit on an elephant

Jimin sighed as he looked at everything, he groaned and held his head in his hands before rushing up the stairs. Jeongguk tugged the dress off of Taehyung roughly as Jimin came back down the stairs. He was holding the wands that faires hadn’t touched in years. 

“I can’t fucking do this anymore!” He turned the peasants clothes into their normal farie attire and handed them their wands. “I’ll make the cake and Taehyung will clean while Jeongguk will make the dress.” Jimin turned back around while Taehyung glared at Jeongguk.

They waved their wants, the mops and buckets started to move while the ingredients went into the batter. Scissors cut through the fabric perfectly, and soon the faries were closer than they ever were before to being done 

The suit was almost done when Taehyung saw it. He scowled before muttering, “Make it blue.” The dress turned blue before Jeongguk gasped and turned it back to pink.

Taehyung was getting fed up with this and turned Jeongguk’sred outfit into a blue one. Jeongguk looked down and glared and the boy before turning his outfit pink. 

They continued this for a while, both taking turns to hit the suit until...

“Make it blue!”

“Make it pink!”

They said it at the same time, thus causing the spells to hit the suit at the same time. 

The suit was blue with pink splats on it. Jimin stormed in, “He’s going to be here soon, get your shit together.” Jimin turned it pink and finished the cake before turning back to them. “Wands” He turned them back and moved to put them away, Jeongguk and Taehyung bumping each others shoulders. 

They heard the door open and jumped to their hiding spots “Jimin? Jungkookie? Tae?” Yoongi called, hanging his cloak up. He still had a light blush on his face and was still thinking about the mysterious man he danced with. 

He gasped when he saw the suit. He had never owned anything this nice. Well, at least not that he knew of. He looked at the cake and smiled widely while the caregivers shouted “Surprise! Happy birthday!” 

“Thank you guys so much, this is amazing...I can’t wait for you to meet him...” He thought about him again while the faires jaws dropped. “Him?”

“Yes, we’ve met before. Once Upon a Dream.” He sighed happily.

“Yoongi you aren’t acting like your self, are you feeling well?” Taehyung placed his hand on his head and felt it

“Yoongi you’re betrothed to Prince Hoseok.” Jeongguk stepped in. “That’s impossible. I’d have to be a-” 

“A prince.” Jimin finished. “Briar Rose” 

Yoongi backed away before storming up to his room and slamming the door behind him. 

“He was so happy.” Taehyung mumbled

None of them noticed the black raven perched by the window 

“Father father! I just met the man that I am going to marry!” Hoseok practically skipped to his father. “Really? The Briar is already here?” He mumbled in disbelief. 

“No, not the prince. A man. He’s wonderful and amazing. I don’t want to marry the Briar.” Hoseok sighed happily while his father glared at him. “You have to marry the Briar, Hoseok.” 

Hoseok groaned, “Please talk to the king.”

The three faries and Yoongi stalked up to the castle, cloaks wrapped around them so they wouldn’t be notice. While the three faries had expressions of worries on their face, the prince had a blank expression. There was no emotion in his eyes and his lips were pressed in a firm line. 

The faries had changed into their normal attire and showing their wings. Yoongi was wearing the blue suit the boys had made him, reluctantly sitting in front of the vanity. 

“Dear, you look so beautiful” Jimin spoke up, the other two nodding in agreement. 

Yoongi couldn’t take it and rested his head in his arms on the wood. 

The faries looked at each other before silently agreeing that it was best to leave the prince alone. 

They then left the room and a green light swept into the room, moving into the fireplace. Yoongi lifted his head and looked at the orb. His eyes then dilated and he stood up and seemingly glided towards the green light.

The faires had learned it too late that the Briar was gone, and now they were standing in front of Jin, demanding to know where Yoongi was. 

“Well here’s your precious prince”  He swooped his cape to reveal the prince collapsed on the ground. The faires gasped and Jin cackled evilly before disappearing in a flash of light.

The faires then rushed to the prince and lifted him up with their magic as fireworks and cheering could be heard from outside.  The kingdom was expecting their prince. 

The faires then had an idea, as long as the prince would sleep. So would the kingdom.

Hoseok rode his horse through the forest in search for his lover, whistling the tune they had sung earlier. He found the cottage and jumped from his horse, moving inside quickly. And instantly he was attacked by Jin’s minions.

Before then, Jeongguk had remembered something. “Hey isn’t the boy Yoongi spoke of supposed to be at our cottage?” 

Jimin and Taehyung gasped, disappereding and flying back to the cottage in the woods. When they arrived, they found the princes hat sitting on the ground.

“Seokjin had Hoseok! We must go to the forbidden mountain!” Jimin hissed

“W-we can’t Jimin, its to dangerous!” Taehyung squeaked, shifting on his feet anxiously. 

“We can because we have too.” Jungkook smacked both of their heads “C’mon”

They stalked up to Seokjin’s layer quietly, observing him sitting on his throne and stroking his raven as his minions danced in celebration that their seemingly victory. “Such a shame Prince Hoseok isn’t here for the celebration.” He smiled slyly, “Lets go cheer him up.” He rose slowly as the bird flew to the crystal on Seokjin’s staff and perched himself. Seokjin walked slowly up to the dungeons.

“My dear prince, why so melancholy?” Seokjin asked rhetorically as he pointed his staff towards him, the image of Yoongi sleeping in the crystal.

“Look at your dear prince, waiting for you to save him and his kingdom. And yet, you sit here hopelessly”   

Hoseok bound forward in attempt to attack the other, but it was no use at the chains held him back. He glared as he walked away.

“Lets leave the noble prince alone with these happy thought” He chuckled to the bird.

As soon as Seokjin shut the door and resumed to his throne, the faires moved through the door and appeared in front of Hoseok. 

“Shh, no time to explain.” Jungkook whispered as he started to break the chains with his wand. Jimin worked on the ones hooked to his feet and Taehyung burned through the lock on the door. 

Hosoek started to the door but Jimin stopped him, “You’ll face more challenging moments along the way.” Taehyung flicked his wrists and there appeared a shield, “The enchanted shield of virtue,” then appeared a sword, “And the sword of truth.”

Hoseok ran down the hall, the three faires following behind him. That was when the minions started chasing them. The faires led Hoseok to where his horse was chained up. He glance up at a ledge and notice some minions had pushed rocks over. Jeongguk noticed to and swished his wand, the boulders turning to bubbles. Jimin then moved to the horse and zapped the chain around the animals foot. More minions appeared and shot arrows at Hoseok, but Taehyung was quick to protect and turned the quickly approaching arrows into flowers.

Hoseok then mounted his horse and began speeding towards the direction of the castle with Yoongi in it.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Seokjin who ran up to the tower. He glared and twirled his staff, sending a black abyss to the kingdom. As soon as the clouds reached the ground, dark thorns rooting the soil and growing instantly. 

Hoseok waded through the the thorns quickly, slicing them quickly. The thorns seemed to move by themselves and hooked onto the Prince’s cape, holding him back. Taehyung noticed and zapped the thorns away quickly, Hoseok resuming to going through the sharp branches. 

“Argh!” Seokjin cursed and swooped his long cape over his shoulder, twirling and teleporting to the castle and turning into a large dragon. 

Hoseok looked at the dragon, or rather Seokjin and scowled. He gripped his sword tighter and raced towards the beast spitting fire towards him. He blocked the flames with his sword. 

Seokjin then cornered him on the edge of a cliff, the horse’s hooves almost going over the edge. Hoseok felt the shield being blown out of his hands and he dared to look behind him. 

The faries were still behind him. “Thou sword of truth, lie swift and sure!” Jeongguk stated and flicked his wrist. Hoseok the hurled it at the dragon in front of him, the sword surging into it’s chest.

Jin screamed out in pain as his body fell, collapsing on the rocks and breaking them, causing him and Hoseok to fall. The faires were quick and caught him with their magic, placing him back on the ledge. He looked down to see his sword in the ground below him. 

Hoseok wasted no time and stood up, racing to the castle quickly to his prince as the three led him to the tower. 

The faires twirled in the air and returned to their normal sizes and stood in the corner silently as Hoseok approached Yoongi. He knew what he needed to do.

He bent down and admired the others features for a second. There was no color in his face, or around the kingdom. He looked almost ghostly.

But then he remembered, this was the man he was supposed to marry. He grinned before leaning down and capturing the sleeping beauty’s lips in his.

Yoongi gasped a large breath and Hoseok pulled away. Yoongi looked up at him before cracking a small grin and sitting up there. The color in his face returning, along with the kingdoms. Yoongi cupped his cheeks, bringing Hoseok into a kiss that he would return.

And yes, Jimin, Jeongguk and Taehyung were crying and holding each other in the corner 

After the entire kingdom had woken up, Hoseok had walked into the throne room with Yoongi on his arm. They walked to their parents and bowed. “Prince Rose and Prince Hoseok-” Yoongi held up his hand and the king stopped, a puzzled expression on his face. “Prince Yoongi, I’m not a girl” he huffed and rolled his eyes. His father nodded and resumed speaking about their marriage, the couple happily holding onto each other 

“No no! Pink!” Jeongguk fought and flicked his wand and turning the suit pink again. Taehyung was quick to turn it back to blue, “Blue!” 

This went on for a while until Jimin smacked both of their head, “Shut it you too! Its pink” Jeongguk smiled in victory and Taehyung pouted, not daring to fight with Jimin about it. Jimin pulled them both close and sniffed, “Look at them, so in love” 

It was Yoongi and Hoseok’s first waltz married.

CORINA

TITLE : Corina

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1

AUTHOR: lokilover9 Original Imagine: Imagine you’re an Asgardian Woman married to a nobleman. After a few years into your marriage, he begins to ignore you sexually. Each time you are both invited to Royal gatherings, he gets a bit drunk and acts like an ass so you avoid him. You’ve also noticed how incredibly gorgeous Loki is and often had to snap yourself out of staring at him.

NOTES/WARNINGS:

Notes: Hello lovelies! Due the great response to this imagine, I was possessed to do a one shot. Hope you like it! 🙂 After they were done that night at the palace, Loki told Corina he would keep her husband there to sleep in a guest room. He explained to her that this was a common thing with Odin’s friends and associates after they’d drank themselves into a stupor, often passing out in the men’s room. Corina was overjoyed and Loki then lead her through various corridors and out through some secret doors. He walked her to a carriage, got her settled in, then told the coachman to take her to her residence.

Seven days later, a gift basket was delivered to Corinas door with a note attached. It was noon and Gunnar was just crawling out of bed after a late night out with ‘associates’ he claimed.

“What is it?” He miserably asked.

Corina read the note. “Apparently it’s a gift from the queen.”

“A gift? What for? Let ‘me’ see it.”

He grabbed it from her hand and began inspecting its contents through the clear wrapping. “Coffee, tea, and sweets? It’s all rubbish to me.”

She took the basket back. “Maybe to you, but I’ll certainly enjoy it.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Not before you make me some food. I’m going to shower. Make sure I’ve something to eat on the table by the time I’m done.” He grumbled before walking off.

Corina took the basket into the kitchen and began preparing some breakfast items until hearing the water run. Then she hastily began unwrapping the basket and when opening the small box of chocolate sweets, she found a note. “Be at this spot on the outskirts of the city in two hours. Trust me.” She didn’t need to guess who it was from but wondered how she would escape her husband. Gunnar came out from the shower and as he sat down to eat, he announced that he had a meeting to attend in an hour and would be gone until that evening.

“You have another meeting again on a Sunday afternoon?” She asked.

He scowled at her. “Is it your place to ask me such questions woman?”

Corina said nothing, but fought back the desire to take his plate of food and smack the entire thing in his face. After he left, she hastily cleaned up, had a nice shower herself and headed out. The location was rather odd, considering it was at the end of an alleyway behind an abandoned building, near the woods, but Loki had said to trust him and she did. Then her name was being called from behind her and she looked to see him standing amidst some trees. He smiled and gestured for her to follow and she did. Not far off, a large enclosed carriage awaited and they’d no sooner entered when he locked the door and their lips met. His kiss was passionate, almost desperate, full of lust and desire and she willingly reciprocated.

“Forgive me Corina, but since our last meeting I’ve desired you immensely.”

He ravished her neck and lips like an animal in heat, pulling her clothes from her as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Prince Loki I…”

He silenced her with another kiss. “Shhhh. No words right now. Just feel Corina.”

His hands pulled her breasts from her exposed bra, then his mouth and fingers were on them. He suckled, tugged and teased with the same expert skill his mouth had between her legs the week before and watched as pleasure quickly grew on her face. He also saw her struggling to remain quiet and didn’t like it.

“Let it out Corina. I want to hear you.”

His smooth, commanding tone only aided in her seduction and soon she was moaning and squeezing at his shoulders. Then his tongue flicked wildly against her nipple that was deep inside his mouth as his fingers tugged and twisted faster at the other. Her head fell back as she ground her hips against his erection and Loki sucked off on her nipple. “Tell me what you want Corina. I want to hear you say it.”

“Please..I need release.” She breathlessly moaned.

Loki’s hand slipped beneath her skirts, easily finding it’s way beyond her panties and she gasped when two of his long fingers slid up into her. He moved up to nip at her jaw as his fingers slowly moved within her, toying with her g spot.

“Are you liking that Corina?”

She answered by fisting his hair and kissing him passionately as her hips began working in motion with his hand.

Loki nudged her head to the side and nibbled her lobe as her moans grew louder and louder. “Good girl Corina. Let yourself go for me.”

Unable to hold back, she grasped at his tunic and cried out in ecstasy, as her hips went wild at his hand.

“Fuck yes!” He softly growled.

By this point Loki’s cock was being throttled within his pants and after quickly magicking them away, he slid deeply into her.

A cry escaped Corina as she smacked her hand on the inside of the carriage, but it was soon replaced by a pleasured groan as he pulled out and thrust in again.

“Make noise Corina.”

“Loki.” She pleaded.

“There’s a magic shield around the horses and carriage. No one can even see us, now I said make ‘noise.’” The last word was emphasized with a deep thrust that made her curse and Loki smiled. “You may do that too if you wish.”

Corina couldn’t stop herself. Just like in the tiny room of the palace where he first took her, each delightful thrust carried her on waves of endless pleasure that she cried out endlessly to until they both climaxed and lay spent in each other’s arms. Loki wasn’t done yet however and after resting for a brief period, he removed the rest of her clothing.

“On your knees Corina.” Reluctantly, she slid to the floor and he placed her cheek to the cushioned seats. “Did you think the ride was over yet, hmm? Not quite.”

Corina’s eyes widened when he pinned her wrists at the small of her back and bound them together with magic.

“P..prince Loki?”

Loki slid himself into her again and stilled with his forehead against her shoulder. “Fuck.” He growled before calming his breath. “When we’re alone, you call me Loki.”

Her hips began squirming as she ached for him to move, but he forced her to remain still until she replied. “Understood Corina?”

“Yes.” She whimpered.

“Good girl.” No man accept her father had ever said those words to her, but even if they’d had, something told her they wouldn’t have had the same effect. They sounded like rich velvet rolling off his tongue and she loved it. His hips began rapidly picking up speed and with the rocking of the carriage and the angle his cock, Corina thought she’d died and gone to Valhalla. Once again, sounds she never thought she could make began escaping her and Loki brushed her hair aside.

“Corinaaa…you poor thing. You’ve never been fucked so good have you?”

“No.” She managed to muster.

After they both climaxed again, they got dressed and Loki gave her a nice long kiss. “I want to ask you something.”

“Yes?”

“Do you still desire him?” Her face contorted in disgust and she looked away, but Loki turned her back to him. “Answer me please?”

“The man repulses me, if I can even call him that. He’s more like a drunken, slobbering pig whom I can’t stand the sight of anymore.”

She leaned with her head back sighing and Loki placed a small satchel in her hand.

“Inside is some money Corina to get yourself a carriage home. The other contents you will give to him in his food each night.”

She looked at him startled and he smirked. “It isn’t poison, I assure you. Nor will it make him ill.” Then his expression turned serious. “If you wish for him to no longer touch you, this will ensure he doesn’t. He’ll sleep through the night and be gone to his responsibilities long before he’s alert enough to consider entertaining an erection.”

A huge smile spread across her face which made him do the same. “Hide the contents well, but throw the satchel in your fire immediately.”

“I will.”

“There’s another gathering at the palace in six days. Will you accompany him?”

“Will I be invited to your private reading room?” She suggestively asked.

A smile so sexy spread across his face, Corina thought she’d slide off her seat. “Do not doubt that for a second Darling. Follow the same path as before once receiving my signal.”

“What will it be?”

“You’ll feel a cool breath at your neck, but you mustn’t look up. Give it fifteen minutes, then come to me. Be aware though Corina, if you do not feel this before you must leave with him, then go. It only means for some reason I can’t see you that night, although I will be present. You must never wander those corridors alone. Understood?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good. Now go so you can be home in time to cook for the swine.”

She chuckled as she left the carriage and once reaching the streets, Loki made himself invisible and followed. After seeing she into got a carriage safely, he quickly made his way back to his own and was gone.

Little Blue Riding Newt

Based off of this gorgeous, adorable piece of art by @mamin-the-troll and once the little doodles started coming, I just couldn’t resist writing it. So here it is, Little Blue Riding Newt, the smartest whatever-year-old that ever existed because I don’t know how to fucking write children. Please forgive that quirk.

Additionally, this is now evolving into a full story...so I guess more will be coming soon. XD HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? HOW DID THIS EVOLVE INTO A CHAPTERED THING, I DO NOT KNOW. 

Newt was going to visit the nice old man in the woods! The man with the kind blue eyes and the long white beard and the big bushy brows that was always so kind to him. Newt had met him in the market once when he had been looking at books about scary beasts.

“That’s quite a dark tale for a lad so young,” the old man had said, but there had been a twinkle in his eyes – joyous and curious and kind – that made Newt feel encouraged rather than admonished.

Newt looked at the cover of the book again. Two dark red eyes stared back at him from within the depths of the forest on the cover, and at its center, a little girl in a red cloak. He frowned.

“But he has to eat too, doesn’t he?” Newt asked quite innocently.

The old man blinked, surprised.

“Well, yes, but—“

“It’s a mean story,” Newt said firmly. “If she had just shared her picnic with him, she would have been fine.”

The old man laughed, a soft and whimsical thing.

“You think so?”

“Yeah!”

“Maybe,” the man said as he suddenly reached to hand the vendor money, then bent down to clasp his large hands over Newt’s, tightening the boy’s hold on the book. “Keep it. Write a better one, one day – when you’re older. A book to protect people and creatures. One to help people understand these creatures rather than fear them, hmm? We could all use a little more understanding in the world.”

Newt felt a fire grow in his chest – a passion he had always felt suddenly stoked into a blaze. His eyes glittered merrily in his little face.

“You think I can?!”

“I do,” the man said. “In fact, I think maybe you’re the only one who can.”

He ruffled Newt’s hair and stood. The little boy watched as he returned to his carriage, a strange looking bird just barely visible within. Newt switched from tip toe to tip toe to try and see, but couldn’t quite tell what it was. He only stopped when the man leaned out the window of his carriage.

“It was nice meeting you, Mister…”

“Scamander! Newt Scamander!” Newt replied cheerfully, book clutched tight to his chest.

“Newt,” the man smiled. “It was a pleasure. Do take care. Come visit some time, if you’d like to keep pursuing this goal, young man!”

Newt started to run next to the carriage.

“But where do I find you?”

“In the woods, dear boy,” the man smiled. “Where else?”

And then the carriage was gone, and Newt watched it go. He blinked.

What a peculiar old man. He didn’t even tell Newt his name…

And that’s how Newt found himself walking through the woods, tucked tight into his sky blue coat and his little basket of sandwiches plus some fruit for the fairies, if he found any, and some bacon for the beasts, if they needed a snack. He was whistling a merry tune, taking his time jumping in puddles along the path and taking in the huge, vast world around him.

After the man left, he was afraid he’d never find him – the woods were so expansive, after all – but the next day he had found a little bird pecking on his window sill. The moment he opened it, it had flown into his room and unraveled from enchanted parchment into rather ordinary paper in Newt’s hands. And Newt giggled all the while, in awe of the gorgeous showmanship.

It was a map; at its center was a drawing of a little cabin and just scrawled just beside it:

Should you ever need a friendly ear, you can find me here.

A. Dumbledore

The map was very easy to follow, which was good because Theseus would never agree to take him into the woods. None of the townsfolk would, in fact. Newt was the only one enamored with the forest and the life it contained. The only one who thought it beautiful or precious – or so he thought. But now there was this old man, this Dumbledore! Someone who understood!

Newt felt a new bounce to his step as he skipped along, more eager than ever to visit the home of the first person to have ever encouraged his love of all creatures, fanged or otherwise.

He was halfway there according to the map when he heard it, a whimper. Soft and high and keening. Newt went still in the middle of the path, eyes huge and searching as he looked for the source of the sound.

“Hello?” Newt asked, his voice baby soft and worried. “Are you okay?”

The whimpering ceased immediately.

“N-no, no, it’s okay!” Newt said, taking a step forward and speaking to the world at large. “I want to help!”

A growl, soft and angry.

Newt blinked. But he was trying to help! Maybe the creature didn’t understand. Maybe it was just too used to people hurting it. He frowned, just a little, and went first to the edge of one side of the path, then the other. And then he spotted it – a massive black wolf lying at the base of a grand tree. Even laying down Newt could tell the creature was huge; as large as a small horse at least. And it was so close! He’d never been this close to anything wilder than a bunny before. It was…

It was breathtaking. Regal even in injury.

Newt felt pinned beneath those eyes; not because he was afraid, but because he was in awe. They weren’t red at all! Huge, amber jewels within a midnight black face, cool and calculating and watching. Cautious, Newt decided. Hurting. Maybe afraid.

There was blood on the bark near the roots, and even more of it in the grass and the leaves. Something angry and big and metal around his right hind leg, teeth deep in flesh. A Muggle’s hunting trap. Newt gasped and his basket fell with a thud as he covered his mouth with his little hands – eyes watering at the horrible sight. And all the while, the wolf watched him, tail wagging agitatedly as though it were waiting for something.

Newt took a step forward, hands outstretched, and suddenly the growling grew far fiercer. He stopped stock still in his tracks as the wolf attempted to get to its feet to properly intimidate him, only to fall back to the ground with a huff, exhausted from fighting the trap.

The angry rumbling, however, did not stop.

It was scared and it was hurting and it was all grumbly because it couldn’t get away, couldn’t protect itself; and Newt felt horrible. Hated that someone likely from his town had laid the trap. His lower lip quivered, upset because he just wanted to help, why didn’t the creature understand? But forced the feeling down and lowered himself to the path, made himself small – non threatening – unaware that he was doing precisely the right thing. Just following instincts. Small things didn’t scare him. Maybe if he were smaller, the creature wouldn’t mind him so much. He kept his gaze on the creature’s massive paws.

The growling lessened, but the angry thwapping of its tail did not stop.

“I can take that trap off,” Newt said softly as he took a step forward, hands out to prove they were empty. “I have snacks, too, if you’re hungry.”

The growling stopped. He looked up in time to see a strange expression on the creature’s face – head tilted and eyes narrowed. Its tail had stopped its restless beating.

“I can help,” Newt said, voice trembling. He so desperately wished to help. He so desperately wanted to prove the townsfolk wrong. To show them that the little girl in the book was just a little girl in a book. That they could live peacefully with these creatures, if they only bothered to try.

He stopped a foot away.

“Will you let me?” Newt whispered softly, pleading. “Please?”

He remained still as the creature watched him. Patient until finally, the huge wolf nodded at him once, slowly.

Newt was off in an instant, too young to have the patience to hold back his excitement. He didn’t catch how it made the great wolf’s hackles rise, but despite the suddenness of his actions, the wolf remained still.

“It’s a bear trap,” Newt said as he took in the huge maw of steel embedded in the soft fur and flesh of the wolf’s leg. He had gone hunting with his father once. He had been taught how to remove the things, should he ever accidentally step on one. All it took was downward pressure on the flat levers on either side of the massive spring-fueled jaws to open it.

He tried first with his hands, uncaring of how it muddied his pants to be down on his knees as he was. It budged a little, but he was so small and his arms weren’t as strong as metal and springs and cruelty. He bit his lip and stood, determined.

“I’ll get you out!” Newt said, exchanging a promise with the wolf through teary blue eyes before putting a foot on either side of the trap and placing his full weight on the levers. He wasn’t terribly heavy, but it was enough. He felt the trap slowly open beneath him – more and more and more until finally the wolf was able to yank itself free.

And not a second later, it shot to its feet and put some distance between them. Now that it was standing, Newt felt the smallest trill of fear in his chest. Frozen beneath those eyes until finally - a voice.

‘Why did you help me, human?’

Newt’s hands rushed to his mouth to cover his excited grin. It could talk! It was no mere wolf, it was a magical creature! What kind, he wondered! A Werewolf? A Dire Wolf? A Skinwalker or shape shifter of some kind? So many possibilities!

“What are you?” Newt babbled excitedly.

‘Answer my question first, man pup!’

“How are you talking to me?” Newt asked, overwhelmed, and took a step forward to better study the huge beast. “Your lips aren’t moving!”

‘Stay where you are—‘ The creature said, but Newt could hear in its tone that it was losing its firmness, confused by the boy. It took a step back then showed its fangs.

“Is it magic?” Newt asked, boyish and eyes glittering. “I can do magic too! Just a little, though. I’m not old enough, mother tells me.”

He pouted, and the wolf made a strange face. Bewildered.

‘You shouldn’t be here,’ the wolf said, ‘It’s dangerous. I’m dangerous. You should go.’

Newt blinked.

“But so far the only thing that’s hurt anybody was that trap,” Newt said, pointing at the offending item with a fierce little scowl. Then, softly, “Is that why you don’t want to talk to me? Because I’m a human? Because humans did that to you?”

His lip quivered. The wolf took a step back, at a loss. What was wrong with this tiny man pup? Why was it shaking like that and…was it leaking from its face?

“I promise I’m not a mean human!” Newt burst out suddenly, teary eyed and red faced and pleading. “Please be my friend! I’ll give you as much bacon as you want!”

The wolf blinked, then let out a huge, huffing snort. Exasperated.

“I’m sorry someone from my village hurt you,” Newt whimpered, then ran the beautiful blue sleeve of his coat over his face and sniffled. “I just want to be your friend.”

‘You said you have bacon?’

Newt peeked up at the wolf from over the blue of his sleeve and nodded.

With a soft whimper, the wolf delicately lowered itself to the ground. Then, when Newt did not move, it tipped its head to the basket a few feet away and said, ‘well?’

“Oh! Yes, of course!” Newt sprung into action with a small smile and by the time he came back, the wolf could see the child was smiling broadly – excited to help. To eat lunch with him.

“Here you go,” he said as he threw a large slab of bacon at the wolf’s feet, raw and fat and juicy. Despite the regal look of the creature, its stomach growled embarrassingly and Newt couldn’t help but giggle when the wolf merely widened its eyes at the noise, surprised by the strength of it.

“My name is Newt!” Newt said as he pulled out his sandwich, humming all the while. “I want to write a book about magical creatures!”

‘Is that so?’ the wolf asked, more occupied with his meat than with what the child was actually saying.

“Yup!”

‘How wonderful,’ he said dryly.

“Isn’t it?! I’m going to name it ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’!”

The wolf stilled. So a book on how to find them, where best to kill them. He should have known, should have expected it. But the boy had such big eyes; had helped him. A growl threatened to emerge from his throat, angry at being deceived, only to die when he caught sight of the little boy – smiling as he gently pulled the crusts from his sandwich.

“It’s going to show everyone how great creatures are,” Newt babbled happily, unaware of the wolf’s intense gaze. “And then we’ll all be friends!”

The wolf felt something pang painfully in its chest.

‘It won’t make a difference,’ the wolf said coldly. Newt looked up at it from over his sandwich and smiled, a blob of peanut butter on his cheek.

The wolf snorted. Maybe he’d eat the child. That would show him.

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” Newt said cheerfully.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

The wolf stood before the man pup could entrance him anymore. He had been down this road before. He knew what lie at its destination. Axes and pitchforks and flames.

Newt blinked at him.

“Are you going? But I have more bacon!” Newt exclaimed.

The wolf didn’t bother answering him; just started to limp off. Newt hastily threw his sandwich in the basket and followed it.

“Wait! Don’t go! You’re still hurt!”

‘I’m fine.’

“No, you’re not!” Newt said, and stomped one foot on the ground. “You’re so stubborn!”

The wolf whirled on him.

‘I’m the stubborn one?!’

“Yes, you are!” Newt pouted, arms crossed.

The wolf looked at him for a long moment, then turned to walk away again, frustrated.

‘Don’t follow me, man pup,’ he said.

“My name is Newt! And don’t make me follow you!”

The wolf stopped. The child couldn’t follow him deeper in the woods. It wasn’t safe where he was going. The creatures there were hungry, desperate things and it would be dark soon. It turned to regard the child. He was so small, how could a creature as vicious as humans create spawn so small and innocent looking? The wolf felt dread pulling on its heart. It couldn’t leave the boy here. It couldn’t let him follow it any longer. That only left one option.

The wolf sighed.

‘What do you want from me, Newt? I have no gift to give you for your…services.’ Unwarranted though they might be.

Newt blinked, then made a show of thinking.

“I’m going to visit a friend,” Newt said, face lighting up suddenly. “He also likes creatures! I saw one in his carriage! I bet he could help you get better!”

‘I’m fine,’ the wolf said again, but Newt didn’t listen.

“And that way, I won’t be following you anymore! Once I know your leg will get better, I’ll stop bothering you, I promise!”

The wolf stilled.

‘You promise?’ It asked skeptically. Did the child really think it was that easy to gain its trust?

“Yup! Cross my heart and everything!” And then he did this odd little gesture on his chest. “Okay?”

‘Where is this place you’re going?’

“It’s real close! I’m almost there!”

‘And it’s safe there?’

“I promise no one will hurt you!” Newt said quite seriously and the wolf rolled its eyes. Did the child not know where he was? How dangerous it was for him, a small man pup, to be out here? After the boy had taken the time to help it, the wolf now owed him a debt. The wolf cursed the laws of the Fae that ruled the forest.

‘Let’s go, then,’ the wolf said, limping up to stand beside the boy. ‘And see this friend of yours.’

“You’ll love him!” The boy babbled as he wound his small chubby fingers into the great wolf’s fur and began to walk beside it, slow to accommodate its limp. “He’s great.”

‘How long have you known this friend, then?’

“A whole day!” Newt exclaimed brightly, excited.

The wolf felt its heart sink.

Oh this precious man pup was going to die. He could feel it.

Best not to get too attached.

“You know, you never told me your name. Do you have a name, Mr. Wolf?” Newt asked, eyes bright and curious as they looked up at it.

The wolf grumbled.

‘You’ll never see me again after this, man pup. Why bother?’

Newt pouted.

“I thought we were gonna be friends!”

The wolf sighed. It was going to be a long walk.

CORINA - Chapter #1

After they were done that night at the palace, Loki told Corina he would keep her husband there to sleep in a guest room. He explained to her that this was a common thing with Odin's friends and associates after they'd drank themselves into a stupor, often passing out in the men's room. Corina was overjoyed and Loki then lead her through various corridors and out through some secret doors. He walked her to a carriage, got her settled in, then told the coachman to take her to her residence. Seven days later, a gift basket was delivered to Corinas door with a note attached. It was noon and Gunnar was just crawling out of bed after a late night out with ‘associates’ he claimed. “What is it?” He miserably asked. Corina read the note. “Apparently it's a gift from the queen.” “A gift? What for? Let ‘me’ see it.” He grabbed it from her hand and began inspecting its contents through the clear wrapping. “Coffee, tea, and sweets? It's all rubbish to me.” She took the basket back. “Maybe to you, but I'll certainly enjoy it.” He narrowed his eyes. “Not before you make me some food. I'm going to shower. Make sure I've something to eat on the table by the time I'm done.” He grumbled before walking off. Corina took the basket into the kitchen and began preparing some breakfast items until hearing the water run. Then she hastily began unwrapping the basket and when opening the small box of chocolate sweets, she found a note. “Be at this spot on the outskirts of the city in two hours. Trust me.” She didn't need to guess who it was from but wondered how she would escape her husband. Gunnar came out from the shower and as he sat down to eat, he announced that he had a meeting to attend in an hour and would be gone until that evening. “You have another meeting again on a Sunday afternoon?” She asked. He scowled at her. “Is it your place to ask me such questions woman?” Corina said nothing, but fought back the desire to take his plate of food and smack the entire thing in his face. After he left, she hastily cleaned up, had a nice shower herself and headed out. The location was rather odd, considering it was at the end of an alleyway behind an abandoned building, near the woods, but Loki had said to trust him and she did. Then her name was being called from behind her and she looked to see him standing amidst some trees. He smiled and gestured for her to follow and she did. Not far off, a large enclosed carriage awaited and they'd no sooner entered when he locked the door and their lips met. His kiss was passionate, almost desperate, full of lust and desire and she willingly reciprocated. “Forgive me Corina, but since our last meeting I've desired you immensely.” He ravished her neck and lips like an animal in heat, pulling her clothes from her as she struggled to catch her breath. “Prince Loki I…” He silenced her with another kiss. “Shhhh. No words right now. Just feel Corina.” His hands pulled her breasts from her exposed bra, then his mouth and fingers were on them. He suckled, tugged and teased with the same expert skill his mouth had between her legs the week before and watched as pleasure quickly grew on her face. He also saw her struggling to remain quiet and didn't like it. “Let it out Corina. I want to hear you.” His smooth, commanding tone only aided in her seduction and soon she was moaning and squeezing at his shoulders. Then his tongue flicked wildly against her nipple that was deep inside his mouth as his fingers tugged and twisted faster at the other. Her head fell back as she ground her hips against his erection and Loki sucked off on her nipple. “Tell me what you want Corina. I want to hear you say it.” “Please..I need release.” She breathlessly moaned. Loki's hand slipped beneath her skirts, easily finding it's way beyond her panties and she gasped when two of his long fingers slid up into her. He moved up to nip at her jaw as his fingers slowly moved within her, toying with her g spot. “Are you liking that Corina?” She answered by fisting his hair and kissing him passionately as her hips began working in motion with his hand. Loki nudged her head to the side and nibbled her lobe as her moans grew louder and louder. “Good girl Corina. Let yourself go for me.” Unable to hold back, she grasped at his tunic and cried out in ecstasy, as her hips went wild at his hand. “Fuck yes!” He softly growled. By this point Loki's cock was being throttled within his pants and after quickly magicking them away, he slid deeply into her. A cry escaped Corina as she smacked her hand on the inside of the carriage, but it was soon replaced by a pleasured groan as he pulled out and thrust in again. “Make noise Corina.” “Loki.” She pleaded. “There's a magic shield around the horses and carriage. No one can even see us, now I said make ‘noise.’” The last word was emphasized with a deep thrust that made her curse and Loki smiled. “You may do that too if you wish.” Corina couldn't stop herself. Just like in the tiny room of the palace where he first took her, each delightful thrust carried her on waves of endless pleasure that she cried out endlessly to until they both climaxed and lay spent in each other's arms. Loki wasn't done yet however and after resting for a brief period, he removed the rest of her clothing. “On your knees Corina.” Reluctantly, she slid to the floor and he placed her cheek to the cushioned seats. “Did you think the ride was over yet, hmm? Not quite.” Corina's eyes widened when he pinned her wrists at the small of her back and bound them together with magic. “P..prince Loki?” Loki slid himself into her again and stilled with his forehead against her shoulder. “Fuck.” He growled before calming his breath. “When we're alone, you call me Loki.” Her hips began squirming as she ached for him to move, but he forced her to remain still until she replied. “Understood Corina?” “Yes.” She whimpered. “Good girl.” No man accept her father had ever said those words to her, but even if they'd had, something told her they wouldn't have had the same effect. They sounded like rich velvet rolling off his tongue and she loved it. His hips began rapidly picking up speed and with the rocking of the carriage and the angle his cock, Corina thought she'd died and gone to Valhalla. Once again, sounds she never thought she could make began escaping her and Loki brushed her hair aside. “Corinaaa…you poor thing. You've never been fucked so good have you?” “No.” She managed to muster. After they both climaxed again, they got dressed and Loki gave her a nice long kiss. “I want to ask you something.” “Yes?” “Do you still desire him?” Her face contorted in disgust and she looked away, but Loki turned her back to him. “Answer me please?” “The man repulses me, if I can even call him that. He's more like a drunken, slobbering pig whom I can't stand the sight of anymore.” She leaned with her head back sighing and Loki placed a small satchel in her hand. “Inside is some money Corina to get yourself a carriage home. The other contents you will give to him in his food each night.” She looked at him startled and he smirked. “It isn't poison, I assure you. Nor will it make him ill.” Then his expression turned serious. “If you wish for him to no longer touch you, this will ensure he doesn't. He’ll sleep through the night and be gone to his responsibilities long before he's alert enough to consider entertaining an erection.” A huge smile spread across her face which made him do the same. “Hide the contents well, but throw the satchel in your fire immediately.” “I will.” “There's another gathering at the palace in six days. Will you accompany him?” “Will I be invited to your private reading room?” She suggestively asked. A smile so sexy spread across his face, Corina thought she'd slide off her seat. “Do not doubt that for a second Darling. Follow the same path as before once receiving my signal.” “What will it be?” “You’ll feel a cool breath at your neck, but you mustn't look up. Give it fifteen minutes, then come to me. Be aware though Corina, if you do not feel this before you must leave with him, then go. It only means for some reason I can't see you that night, although I will be present. You must never wander those corridors alone. Understood?” “Yes, of course.” “Good. Now go so you can be home in time to cook for the swine.” She chuckled as she left the carriage and once reaching the streets, Loki made himself invisible and followed. After seeing she into got a carriage safely, he quickly made his way back to his own and was gone.