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redroses07 · 5 months ago

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Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

WC:1.7k

Summary: Stiles is struggling after being controlled by the Nogitsune, and he turns to you for help. But little does he know, it will turn your friendship into so much more. Takes place after season 3. (Allison isn't dead!!!)

Warnings: Swearing, angsty as fuck, sad Stiles, kissing, implied smut if you squint?, PTSD.

A/N: HI GUYS!!! I really like this fic and ofc I hope y'all will too! This is my first time writing about Stiles and I think I did pretty well! As always, enjoy!! And comments and reblogs are appreciated. P.S. lmk if y'all want me to do a part 2 where they tell their friends (Scott's reaction hee hee) - Claire ♡

After Stiles was released from the control of the Nogitsune, things seemed to go back to normal. Well, at least that’s what one would think from the outside.

The series of events had taken a severe toll on Stiles’s mental health, and even though he did a good job of hiding it, you were the one person who seemed to know what he needed.

It all started about a week after everything happened, it was the middle of the night and you were jolted awake by the sound of your phone buzzing by your head.

You were about to hit decline but then you saw it was Stiles and feelings of worry began to stir within you.

You quickly answered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you forced yourself awake.

"Stiles, is everything okay?"

"Yeah...well not really. I hate to ask, but do you think you could drive over to my house. I just really don't want to be alone right now." Stiles's voice was groggy, and laced with exhaustion. The fact alone that he was asking you this made you immediately agree.

You hopped out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas, slipped on your slippers, and you were on your way.

Your house wasn't far from Stiles's, about a five minute drive with no traffic.

You lived directly in the middle of him and Scott, being only a short distance from each. The close proximity was the main reason the three of you had stayed so close throughout your school years.

"Friends", that's all you and Stiles had ever been. Although, neither of you could deny the chemistry between the two of you, risking your friendship never seemed worth it.

It was on this night that all that would begin to change.

When you arrived at Stiles's house, he had left the door unlocked for you so you wouldn't have to fumble around with the spare key in the dark.

You found Stiles laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked lost in thought, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. It hurt seeing him look so drastically different from the Stiles you knew, and you wanted to do whatever you could to help.

You laid down next to him, your body facing his.

"Hey..." Stiles began, still staring at the ceiling.

"Stiles, what's going on? You know you can trust me with anything right?"

"Yeah...It's just a lot to put into words." Stiles's voice cracked, which told you that he was fighting tears.

You sat up and stiles copied the movement. You were now both facing each other, sitting legs crossed on his bed. You pushed aside the unspoken vow between the two of you and placed his hands in yours. Stiles's breath hitched, and you could tell he was avoiding eye contact with you.

"Take all the time you need, I'll listen to every word." you said softly.

"I know everyone thinks I'm doing okay, but I can't even function. I can't sleep without having nightmares. I can't eat or do anything without remembering all the awful stuff he made me do. I didn't know who else to tell except you. Scott has his own set of issues, and you're the only person I trust like this."

Stiles began to ramble, and your heart broke as he did. How had you not noticed earlier? Yes, it had only been a week, but you knew Stiles better than anyone. You felt like an awful best friend.

"I'm so tired, I just want to feel normal again." He could no longer hold back the tears, the dam broke and Stiles became a sobbing mess.

You pulled him into your arms with no hesitation, which only made Stiles want to cry.

"No, no I'm going to get your clothes all wet." Stiles protested trying to pull away, but you wouldn't let him.

"A few tears never hurt anyone." You said.

At that Stiles let himself fall into you, his body going limp with exhaustion. You tried not to cry along with him, wiping your burning eyes to prevent the tears.

"It'll be okay." You whispered as Stiles's sobs turned into sniffles. He finally looked up, his cheeks wet from the tears that had escaped his puffy eyes.

You did the only thing you could think of and gave him two kisses, one peck on each cheek. Stiles lips turned up in a small smile, his cheeks still turning red despite his current state.

"I think the first thing we need to do is get you to bed." You smiled, pushing Stiles's messy hair back.

He looks at you and nods without moving from your arms. You lean back on his bed, pulling him with you. You positioned yourself to where Stiles was resting on top of your body, his head pressed to your chest. You kept your arms wrapped around him, squeezing his body in an attempt to comfort him.

As you were settling down you heard Stiles whisper your name softly.

"Yeah?"

"Promise you'll wake me up if I'm having a nightmare?"

"I promise." You replied as you reached down and laced your fingers with his.

Stiles gave you a half-hearted smile in response, his puffy eyes glazed over from fatigue.

"Thank you." Stiles murmured, fighting sleep.

"Shhh." Was your only response as you traced your fingers along his back.

"I love you." It was an incoherent whisper, so much that you couldn't be sure of his words. But something told you you had heard correctly.

By the time you went to reciprocate the statement, the room was filled with Stiles's muffled snores.

You sighed and proceeded to fall asleep yourself.

Stiles slept through the night for the first time in weeks.

After that the trajectory of your relationship began to shift.

From holding Stiles's hand to remind him that everything was okay when you were with your friends, to staying up all night listening to him talk.

You rarely got to sleep at home anymore, but you didn't mind. You weren't far if you needed something, and it helped Stiles get a good night's sleep. Yet he would still apologize every time. "I'm sorry to bother you again.", "I promise this is the last time.", when in reality you were definitely okay with an excuse to spend more time with him.

You had become his anchor to reality, and Stiles could feel things beginning to look up with every day that passed.

Your friends picked up on it too.

"So, are you and Stiles together, or..." Lydia and Allison asked when they managed to corner you at your locker one day. It was a question you didn't know how to answer. Eventually landing on, 'it's complicated.'

"What's going on with you and Stiles, I'm starting to feel like a third wheel when we're together." It was a joke, but there was certainly some truth behind it.

You laughed it off and changed the subject, but didn't forget the comment that night when you and Stiles laid in each other's arms drifting off to sleep.

Surprisingly, it wasn't you who finally brought it up, but Stiles.

It was a Friday night, and the two of you were at your house instead of his.

"Shit, I forgot clothes to change into." Stiles said as he fumbled through his backpack.

"It's all good, I have a spare pair of clothes in my drawer for you." You replied, pointing to the dresser.

Stiles smiled and laughed, holding eye contact with you for perhaps a moment too long.

"You take care of so much for me, sometimes I feel like you're my wife." It was a casual statement, but it put you at a loss for words.

You laughed awkwardly, failing to come up with a reply.

Stiles could very clearly read your emotions, he pushed the drawer shut and walked back over to sit next to you.

You tried to calm yourself, but your heart wouldn't stop beating at what felt like an unhealthy pace.

"You're my best friend..." Stiles began, taking your clammy hands in his.

"You've done so much for me in the past few weeks, just like a best friend should; but I can't help thinking that this feels like something more."

You felt as if the world stopped. You knew this conversation would come, but definitely not now. Your brain seemed to stop producing thoughts.

"Please tell me I'm not imagining all of this. I know this is a lot at once, but Y/N I love you." Stiles's voice shook from the overwhelming nerves.

"I love you too." You spoke for the first time in minutes, it felt amazing after you had heard it fall from his lips that first night you spent together.

Stiles's eyes gazed into yours, and suddenly the feeling of just your hands touching wasn't enough.

You reached over and grabbed Stiles face, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

You pulled Stiles down as you did, his body landing on top of you sinking into the kiss.

You tugged on his hair lightly, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. Stiles fell deeper into the kiss, locking your hands together and pressing your body further into the soft mattress.

After a few minutes of pure bliss you broke apart. The air that filled your lungs was both a blessing and a curse. You needed to breathe, but the absence of his touch only made you want him more.

Stiles hovered over you, the sound of his heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear over your own beating heart.

"So I take it you're not just my best friend anymore?" Stiles giggled, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

"Nope."

You gave a sly smile before pulling Stiles down by his shirt and connecting your lips once more.

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hananoami · 2 months ago

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tulipatheticee · 4 months ago

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Hi! I had an idea of Eloise x fem reader, reader being Queen Charlotte’s daughter. They get caught together, and readers mother suggests marriage. With that Eloise and reader start the acceptance of the same sex love/marriage.

love story e.b

eloise bridgerton x queen charlottes daughter! reader

synopsis; In the heart of Regency London, Princess Y/N, daughter of Queen Charlotte, and Eloise Bridgerton find themselves entangled in a clandestine romance amidst the glittering balls and gossip of high society. Their love defies conventions and faces scrutiny, ultimately prompting Queen Charlotte to propose a marriage that could change society's perception of same-sex love forever.

word count; 5.3k

master list

a/n; i went a little ham on this one, i was not joking when i said wlw unlocks something inside of me

as always, kinda proof read, kinda not :p

So I sneak out to the garden to see you

We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew

So close your eyes

Escape this town for a little while, oh oh

In the bustling midst of London’s social season, Queen Charlotte's daughter, Princess y/n, found herself at the centre of attention. Raised amidst the pomp and protocol of high society, she was no stranger to the expectations placed upon her. Attending debutante events was simply another facet of her role as the queen's daughter—a duty performed with grace and an impeccably polished facade.

It was at one such event, a gathering of debutantes adorned in their finest, where y/n first noticed her. Eloise Bridgerton, amidst the sea of hopefuls vying for attention, stood out not just for her striking beauty but for an air of defiance that seemed to hover around her like an invisible shield. Eloise, with her quick wit and sharp tongue, had garnered a reputation as the most outspoken and unconventional of the Bridgerton siblings—a title she wore proudly, much to her mother Violet's simultaneous exasperation and admiration.

From across the room, y/n observed as Eloise engaged in animated conversation with other debutantes. There was a sparkle in her eye and a hint of mischief in her smile that drew y/n's attention irresistibly. Eloise's laughter, free and unbridled, cut through the polite chatter of the event like a breath of fresh air in a stuffy room. For a moment, y/n found herself captivated, her gaze lingering longer than was strictly polite.

Meanwhile, Eloise, amidst the whirl of introductions and compliments, couldn't help but notice the queen's daughter. Elegant and composed, y/n exuded a quiet confidence that commanded attention without demanding it. Unlike the other debutantes who fluttered around Eloise, y/n stood apart, observing with an intensity that hinted at a keen intellect beneath her composed exterior.

Their eyes met briefly across the room—a fleeting moment charged with unspoken curiosity and intrigue. It was a simple exchange, unnoticed by the swirling crowd around them but leaving an indelible impression on both Eloise and y/n. In that brief encounter, something stirred, a silent recognition that hinted at possibilities yet unexplored.

The grand presentation at the Palace was a spectacle to behold. The ballroom was adorned with glittering chandeliers and opulent decorations, filled with the crème de la crème of London society. Eloise stood in line, fidgeting with her gloves as she prepared to be introduced. Her mother gave her a reassuring smile.

“Stand tall, Eloise,” Violet whispered. “This is your moment.”

As Eloise stepped forward, she caught a clearer sight of Princess Y/N, standing beside her mother. Their eyes met once again across the room, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Y/N’s gaze was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the intimidating grandeur of the palace. Eloise felt an inexplicable pull towards her, something she couldn’t quite understand.

Just as Eloise was about to be presented, the attention of the room shifted abruptly. The queens guards charging through the doors, whispers of “Lady Whistledown '' spread like wildfire, next thing you know, the queen is declaring she's seen enough and everyone is dismissed and Eloise found herself relieved of the spotlight as gossip overtook the ceremony. The mysterious writer had once again stolen the show, and Eloise couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the diversion.

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

But you were everything to me

I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said

The opulent ballroom of Lady Danbury's estate shimmered with the flicker of candlelight and the murmur of polite conversation. Eloise Bridgerton, dressed in an exquisite gown of deep emerald silk that Lady Danbury had insisted upon, moved gracefully amidst the crowd, her gaze sweeping over the assembly of London's elite.

The event was a dazzling affair, attended by the highest echelons of society, each guest meticulously adorned in their finest attire. Yet amidst the glittering array of guests, Eloise's eyes sought out a familiar figure—Princess y/n, who stood with Queen Charlotte, radiating an air of quiet elegance that set her apart from the throng of debutantes.

Eloise couldn't deny the flutter of anticipation in her chest as she made her way towards y/n, navigating the maze of guests with practiced ease. Her heart raced with a mixture of nerves and excitement, unsure of how their conversation at Queen Charlotte's debutante event would influence their interaction tonight.

Meanwhile, y/n observed the revelry with a regal composure, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Eloise amidst the swirl of dancers and the lilting strains of the orchestra. The princess was acutely aware of the scrutiny she faced as Queen Charlotte’s daughter—the expectations of duty and decorum that shadowed her every move. Yet amidst the splendour of the ballroom, y/n found herself drawn to Eloise’s spirited presence and unguarded authenticity.

Violet Bridgerton, determined to secure another diamond among her brood, guided Eloise through the throng of guests towards the queen and y/n. Eloise, begrudgingly adorned in an elegant gown befitting her station, maintained a facade of polite disinterest as Violet introduced her to the queen and her daughter.

"Your Majestys, may I present my daughter, Eloise Bridgerton," Violet announced with practised grace.

Y/n, acknowledging the introduction with a nod, offered a polite smile that barely concealed her curiosity. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Bridgerton," she greeted eloquently, her voice carrying a warmth that belied her royal stature.

Eloise, though outwardly composed, felt a rush of nerves mingled with an unexpected flutter of excitement. She had anticipated the formality of the introduction, yet y/n's presence seemed to alter the air around her, making her acutely aware of every gesture and fleeting expression.

"Likewise, Your Highness," Eloise replied with a hint of her trademark wit, a small smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Though I must admit, I am more accustomed to lively debates than royal audiences."

Y/n's smile widened subtly, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "I look forward to those debates, Miss Bridgerton," she replied in kind, a gentle challenge underlying her words.

The exchange, though brief, left an impression on both women. For Eloise, accustomed to the constraints of societal expectations, y/n represented a refreshing departure—an enigma wrapped in regal poise and quiet strength. And for y/n, intrigued by Eloise's spirited demeanor and quick intellect, the encounter ignited a curiosity that lingered long after the ball had ended.

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

As the evening progressed, Eloise and y/n’s paths collided again near the elaborate dessert table adorned with crystal bowls of sugared fruits and delicate pastries. Eloise, emboldened by Lady Danbury’s encouraging nod from across the room, approached y/n with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, nerves tingling beneath her skin.

“Your Highness,” Eloise greeted warmly, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness despite her best efforts to appear composed.

y/n turned towards Eloise with a gracious smile, her eyes alight with genuine interest. “Miss Bridgerton,” y/n replied with a nod of acknowledgment, noting the subtle tension in Eloise’s stance.

Their conversation flowed with the ease of familiarity yet tinged with the underlying currents of unspoken desire and mutual intrigue. They exchanged pleasantries about the music, the decorations, and the latest society gossip, each word carrying a weight of unspoken meaning that hung between them like an invisible thread.

Eloise, ever the conversationalist, couldn’t resist steering the discussion towards a topic that had intrigued her since their first meeting. “Your Highness, I must admit, I found your observations on the latest literary sensation quite captivating,” she remarked, her tone light yet tinged with curiosity.

y/n chuckled softly, appreciating Eloise’s intellect and the genuine interest she showed in their previous conversation. “Ah, but Miss Bridgerton, I fear my views on literature may not always align with conventional wisdom,” y/n replied with a playful glint in her eyes.

Eloise leaned in slightly, her gaze locking with y/n’s in a moment of shared understanding. “Isn’t that the beauty of literature, Your Highness? It allows us to explore different perspectives and challenge our own beliefs,” she countered, her voice laced with a mixture of admiration and genuine curiosity.

Their banter continued late into the night, punctuated by shared laughter and stolen glances that hinted at a connection deeper than mere friendship. For Eloise, y/n represented a kindred spirit—a beacon of hope amidst the rigid expectations of London society. She found herself drawn to y/n’s quiet strength and unwavering authenticity, traits that resonated deeply with Eloise’s own aspirations and struggles.

In those stolen moments between dances, y/n found herself captivated by Eloise’s infectious enthusiasm and fierce determination. She admired Eloise’s courage to challenge societal norms and speak her mind, qualities that set her apart from the polished facades of London’s debutantes.

As the evening drew to a close, Eloise reluctantly bid y/n farewell with a promise to meet again soon. Their parting left y/n with a lingering warmth in her heart—a feeling that defied the constraints of duty and hinted at the possibility of something more.

Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel

This love is difficult, but it's real

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Eloise and y/n found themselves entangled in a web of conflicting emotions and societal expectations. Despite the undeniable chemistry that sparked between them at Lady Danbury's grand ball, both struggled to come to terms with their growing attraction.

In the days that followed the ball, Eloise couldn't shake the memory of y/n's enchanting smile and the way her eyes lit up with intelligence and charm. She found herself stealing glances at y/n across crowded ballrooms, each stolen glance fueling a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Meanwhile, y/n wrestled with her own tumultuous emotions. As Queen Charlotte's daughter, she was keenly aware of the scrutiny her actions faced. The prospect of scandal and disgrace haunted her thoughts, casting a shadow over her budding friendship with Eloise.

Their paths crossed again at another glittering social event, where Violet Bridgerton, ever the matchmaker, introduced Eloise to y/n in hopes of sparking a connection. Eloise's heart raced as she exchanged pleasantries with y/n, their conversation laced with a subtle undercurrent of tension and curiosity.

Later that evening, as they found themselves alone in a quiet corner of the ballroom, y/n couldn't help but voice her uncertainties. "Miss Bridgerton, do you ever feel... conflicted?" she asked tentatively, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

Eloise hesitated, her mind racing with unspoken thoughts. "I... I suppose I do," she admitted softly, her gaze searching y/n's face for any sign of understanding. "This world we live in—it's so... unforgiving."

y/n nodded in silent agreement, her fingers nervously toying with the fabric of her gown. "Sometimes I wonder if... if we're meant to feel this way," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eloise reached out, her touch gentle yet reassuring. "I don't have all the answers, Princess," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "But I know that when I'm with you, everything feels... different."

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Lady Danbury, who swept y/n away to greet other guests. Eloise watched as Lady Danbury whisked y/n away, her heart sinking with each step that carried them farther apart. Alone in the bustling ballroom, she found herself drawn to a quiet alcove, seeking refuge from the swirl of conversations and glittering chandeliers.

Leaning against a draped curtain, Eloise closed her eyes and let out a quiet sigh. Thoughts of y/n consumed her mind, their unfinished conversation lingering like an unspoken promise in the air.

She traced the intricate pattern of her gown absentmindedly, her thoughts drifting back to y/n's earnest question. Do you ever feel... conflicted? And back to her own comment before the conversation ended, when I'm with you, everything feels... different. How would y/n have responded to that? Did she feel the same way, or was Eloise's heart leading her down a path fraught with uncertainty?

The memory of y/n's smile flickered in her mind—the way it lit up the room, reaching out to Eloise like a beacon in the darkness of societal expectations. They had danced around the edges of something profound, something that could alter the course of their lives forever.

Lost in her reverie, Eloise was startled by the sound of approaching footsteps. She turned to find Benedict Bridgerton, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Sister, are you all right?" he asked gently, his voice breaking through her thoughts.

Eloise managed a faint smile, though her heart still raced with unanswered questions. "I'm fine, Benedict," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "Just... lost in thought."

Benedict studied her for a moment, his gaze searching. "Is it about the Princess?" he ventured cautiously, knowing his sister well enough to sense when something weighed heavily on her mind.

Eloise nodded slowly, unable to suppress a sigh. "Yes," she admitted quietly. "We were... talking. About feelings, I suppose."

Benedict arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Feelings?" he echoed, prompting Eloise to elaborate.

"I told her... how I feel when I'm with her," Eloise confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But then Lady Danbury interrupted us, and I never got to find out how she feels."

Understanding dawned in Benedict's eyes as he took in Eloise's words. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Eloise, you know what they say about the young Princess," he said gently. "She's smart, perceptive. She'll understand."

Eloise managed a weak smile, grateful for her brother's reassurance. "I hope so," she murmured, her thoughts still lingering on y/n's last words to her.

As the ballroom bustled around them, Benedict offered his arm to Eloise. "Shall we join the others?" he suggested, his tone lightening with an attempt to lift her spirits.

Eloise nodded, drawing a deep breath to steady herself. "Yes, let's," she agreed, linking her arm with Benedict's. Together, they returned to the lively gathering, though Eloise's thoughts remained with y/n—wondering, hoping, and silently yearning for their next conversation.

I got tired of waiting

Wondering' if you were ever comin' around

My faith in you was fading

When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Days passed after the interrupted conversation at Lady Danbury's ball, each one stretching with anticipation and uncertainty for Eloise. She found herself eagerly attending every social event in hopes of catching another glimpse of y/n, her heart skipping a beat whenever their paths crossed across the crowded rooms.

It was at a smaller, more intimate gathering hosted by the Featheringtons that Eloise finally saw y/n again. The evening was alive with music and laughter, the air fragrant with the scent of gardenias and the promise of summer.

Eloise stood near the refreshment table, feigning interest in the punch bowl as she discreetly watched y/n across the room. y/n was engaged in conversation with Dowager Violet Bridgerton, their laughter mingling with the tinkling of crystal glasses.

Summoning her courage, Eloise took a deep breath and approached them. "Excuse me, Mama, may I steal the Princess away for a moment?" she asked politely, her voice betraying none of the nervousness fluttering in her chest.

Violets eyes flickered mischievously as she glanced knowingly between Eloise and y/n. "Of course, Eloise," she replied with a knowing smile. "Take her—though I warn you, Her Royal Highness has been entertaining us all evening with her wit."

Eloise felt a rush of relief and gratitude towards her mother as y/n turned towards her, her expression lighting up with surprise and delight. "Miss Bridgerton," y/n greeted warmly, setting down her glass to face her fully. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight."

Eloise swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling the weight of her confession at Lady Danbury's ball. But still she continued to escort the Princess through the crowd until they were outside in the garden, under the nights sky, completely alone.

"I wanted to apologise for our conversation being cut short," she began earnestly, meeting y/n's gaze with sincerity. "I... I meant what I said. About how I feel when I'm with you."

y/n's smile softened, her eyes holding a hint of something that made Eloise's heart skip a beat. "Miss Bridgerton,,," y/n replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper amidst the lively chatter around them. "I've been thinking about that conversation too."

Relief flooded through Eloise as she took a step closer to y/n, their proximity sparking a warmth that spread through her veins. "Really?" she asked, unable to contain the hope in her voice.

y/n nodded, her expression gentle yet filled with a quiet intensity that mirrored Eloise's own feelings. "Yes, really," she confirmed, her hand reaching out to gently touch Eloise's arm. "I didn't get to answer then, but... I feel something too."

Eloise's heart soared at y/n's words, her fears and uncertainties momentarily forgotten in the rush of emotions. "I'm glad," she murmured softly, her gaze locked with y/n's. "I wasn't sure how you'd feel, or... if we could even..."

Before she could finish, y/n leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Eloise's cheek in a tender gesture that sent a shiver down Eloise's spine. "I want to find out," y/n whispered, her breath warm against Eloise's ear. "If we could be something more."

Eloise's breath caught in her throat as she gazed into y/n's eyes, seeing her own hopes reflected back at her. Without hesitation, she reached up to cup y/n's cheek, her thumb caressing the soft skin beneath her touch. "I want that too, Your Highness" Eloise admitted softly, her voice filled with newfound courage and longing.

Y/N smilied, her eyes lighting up. “Please, call me Y/N. Titles are so tiresome, don’t you think?”

Eloise laughed softly. “Very much so. I find this entire season tiresome.”

In that stolen moment amidst the music and the soft glow of candlelight, Eloise and y/n leaned closer together, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken promises and the beginning of a love that dared to defy convention.

As they pulled away, breathless and smiling, Eloise felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Here, in the embrace of y/n's presence, she found not only acceptance but also the beginning of a journey she never dared to imagine—a journey of love, bravery, and the courage to be true to oneself.

They walked together in the garden, the conversation flowing easily. Eloise was captivated by Y/N’s intelligence and wit, and Y/N found Eloise’s rebellious spirit refreshing. As days turned into weeks, their friendship deepened, but so did the confusion. Can this go on forever?

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

I keep waiting for you, but you never come

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the gardens of Bridgerton House. Eloise and y/n sat side by side on the swings, their feet lightly touching the ground, pushing back and forth in a gentle rhythm. The air was filled with the scent of blooming roses and the distant hum of London’s bustle, now just a distant murmur.

"I never imagined finding such peace in the heart of London," y/n remarked softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she swayed back and forth. Her eyes wandered over the garden, where vibrant blooms danced in the gentle breeze, their colours vivid against the backdrop of the setting sun.

Eloise, her legs stretched out in front of her, kicked lightly against the earth to keep the swing moving. "It's my favourite place to escape," she said, a small smile playing on her lips as she glanced at y/n. "Thank you for visiting me here."

Y/n turned to Eloise, her gaze filled with an unspoken tenderness. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. She reached out, her hand finding Eloise’s, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. The simple touch sent a jolt of warmth through them, grounding them in their shared moment.

A comfortable silence settled over them, the only sounds the creak of the swings and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Eloise closed her eyes for a moment, savouring the serenity of the garden and the presence of y/n beside her.

"Do you ever wonder what the future holds for us?" y/n asked softly, her voice filled with curiosity as she turned to Eloise, who was still lost in the quiet of the moment.

Eloise opened her eyes, her gaze drifting towards the horizon where the sun was painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. "I used to worry about it," she admitted, her fingers absently tracing patterns on y/n’s palm. "But now... I like to think that as long as we're together, we can face anything."

Y/n's smile was gentle, her eyes reflecting the twilight’s colours as she leaned her head against Eloise’s shoulder. "I believe that too," she murmured, her voice steady with a quiet confidence. "We'll navigate this world together, Eloise."

In the tranquil embrace of Bridgerton House's garden, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the blossoming love between them, Eloise and y/n found solace in each other’s company. The swings moved back and forth, a gentle testament to their growing bond, anchoring them in a love that defied expectations and embraced the courage to live authentically.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said, "Marry me, Juliet

You'll never have to be alone

One afternoon in the opulent drawing room of the palace, y/n sat with Eloise, their conversation light and filled with quiet laughter. The warmth of the fire crackled in the background, casting flickering shadows on the richly adorned walls. Y/n leaned close to Eloise, sharing a private moment, both girls peppering kisses over each other's faces, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's embraces.

Unbeknownst to them, Queen Charlotte had returned earlier than expected, her steps muffled by the thick carpet. She paused in the doorway, her sharp eyes catching the intimate exchange between y/n and Eloise. For a moment, she simply observed, her mind racing with the implications.

"Miss Bridgerton!" Queen Charlotte's voice cut through the air, startling both young women. Eloise turned pale, her heart sinking as she realised they had been caught. Y/n sat frozen, her eyes wide with apprehension.

"Mother," y/n stammered, attempting to gather her thoughts. "I can explain—"

Queen Charlotte held up a hand, her expression unreadable. "There is no need for explanations, my dear. It seems the situation has clarified itself." She stepped further into the room, her gaze shifting between y/n and Eloise.

Eloise stood, her nerves taut with uncertainty. "Your Majesty, please understand—"

"I understand more than you might realise," Queen Charlotte interrupted gently, her tone softening slightly. She approached Eloise, studying her with a discerning eye. "Miss Bridgerton, do you care for my daughter?"

Eloise swallowed hard, meeting Queen Charlotte's gaze squarely. "Yes, Your Majesty," she admitted, her voice steady despite her nerves.

"And you, y/n?" Queen Charlotte turned to her daughter, her expression softening. "How do you feel about Miss Bridgerton?"

Eloise hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Mother, I... I care for Eloise deeply. More than I ever thought possible."

Queen Charlotte nodded, her features reflecting a mix of concern and contemplation. "Love comes in many forms," she said finally, her voice carrying wisdom earned through years of navigating societal expectations. "It is clear to me that your feelings are genuine."

Eloise blinked back tears, overwhelmed by her mother's unexpected understanding. Y/n reached out, gently squeezing Eloise's hand in silent support.

“But regardless, you both are participating in acts only those who are married should be. I will not accept a scandal.”

"Mama, what should we do? We can’t imagine life apart!" y/n asked, her voice tinged with hope and apprehension.

Queen Charlotte smiled softly, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "Perhaps it is time we consider a different kind of arrangement," she mused, her mind already formulating a plan. "One that will allow you both to live authentically, without the confines of societal scandals, the only right choice in these conditions." She paused (dramatic effect no?)

“Marriage.”

And so, in that serene drawing room of the palace, a new chapter began for y/n and Eloise—a chapter marked by acceptance, love, and the courage to challenge tradition.

I love you and that's all I really know

I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

In the warm, inviting drawing room of Bridgerton House, Eloise nervously clasped y/n's hand. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, adding an air of solemnity to the moment. Around them, the Bridgertons—Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, and the younger siblings—gathered, curiosity etched on their faces.

Eloise took a deep breath, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I... We have something to share," she began, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Anthony, ever the observant eldest brother, arched an eyebrow. "Go on, Eloise. What is it?"

Eloise glanced at y/n, drawing strength from their presence. "y/n and I... We've decided to take a step forward together. We're engaged."

There was a collective gasp of surprise from her family. Daphne's eyes widened, her hand instinctively reaching for Benedict's. Benedict leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face. Colin adjusted himself, trying to process the unexpected news.

With the initial shock beginning to subside, the Bridgertons exchanged bewildered glances, each processing the news in their own way.

"Wait, you two are... engaged?" Colin asked, his voice filled with surprise.

Daphne, recovering from her initial shock, spoke gently. "But... how? I mean, are you even allowed to... marry?"

Eloise smiled, a touch of defiance in her eyes. "Yes, Daphne. Queen Charlotte herself has given us her blessing."

Colin, adjusting to the news, nodded thoughtfully. "I see. It's certainly unconventional, but if Her Majesty approves..."

Anthony, ever the pragmatist, chimed in. "Well, then. It seems we are in uncharted territory, but as long as you're both certain..."

Eloise and y/n exchanged a glance, their bond palpable. "We are," y/n affirmed softly.

"Eloise, are you certain about this?" Francesca asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Eloise nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, Francesca. I've never been more certain about anything in my life."

Benedict, always the voice of reason, spoke up next. "Well, this is quite unexpected, but if it's what makes you both happy..."

Hyacinth interjected, unable to contain her excitement. "Eloise, this is incredible news! I didn't think you'd ever settle down."

Anthony, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. "Eloise, Princess Y/N, if this is your decision, then you have my support. Always."

Eloise squeezed y/n's hand tighter, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "Thank you, Anthony."

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere shifted from confusion to acceptance. The Bridgertons, while initially taken aback, found themselves embracing Eloise and y/n's decision. It was a moment that marked not only a new chapter in Eloise's life but also a testament to the changing times—a time when love was beginning to transcend boundaries and expectations.

Outside, the bustling city of London continued its rhythmic pulse, unaware of the quiet revolution unfolding within the walls of Bridgerton House—a revolution led by two hearts brave enough to defy convention and choose love, in all its unexpected forms.

'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

Eloise stood by the window of their home, gazing out at the bustling streets of London. It had been nearly a year since their marriage, and the city seemed to hum with a different energy. Change was in the air, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what she and y/n had accomplished together.

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Beside her, y/n stirred in their sleep, their features softened in the gentle dawn. Eloise smiled fondly, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from y/n's face. They had been through so much together—the secret glances, the stolen kisses, the fear of discovery—and yet, here they were, stronger than ever.

Their marriage had sparked conversations across London society. Some viewed it with curiosity, others with disdain, but Eloise and y/n had found unexpected allies among their peers. Lady Danbury, always a force to be reckoned with, had become a staunch supporter, using her influence to deflect any lingering whispers of scandal.

As Eloise reflected on their journey, she couldn't help but marvel at how far they had come. They had faced challenges and uncertainties, but through it all, their love had remained steadfast. They had created a sanctuary within their home, where they could be themselves without fear of judgement or reprisal.

Outside, the city continued to wake up to a new day. Carriages rumbled past, merchants called out their wares, and London life carried on its bustling rhythm. Eloise turned back to y/n, watching as they stirred awake, their eyes fluttering open to meet hers.

"Good morning," y/n murmured, their voice still laced with sleep.

"Good morning," Eloise replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to y/n's lips. They shared a quiet moment together, the warmth of their embrace speaking volumes where words fell short.

"I never imagined we'd be here," y/n whispered, their fingers tracing patterns on Eloise's cheek.

"Neither did I," Eloise admitted, her heart swelling with emotion. "But I wouldn't change a thing."

They lay entwined in each other's arms, basking in the simple joy of being together. Outside, the city continued its daily hustle, but in their sanctuary, time seemed to stand still.

In the weeks and months that followed, Eloise and y/n continued to navigate their newfound roles as partners in life and advocates for change. They attended social events hand in hand, their presence a quiet yet powerful statement of love and acceptance. Through their actions, they hoped to pave the way for others who dared to love outside of society's conventions.

Occasionally, they would steal moments alone, away from the prying eyes of society, to remind themselves of the bond they shared. Whether it was a quiet evening at home or a stolen kiss in a secluded corner of a ballroom, every moment together reaffirmed their commitment to each other.

Their love story became a beacon of hope for those who yearned for acceptance and understanding. Slowly but surely, attitudes began to shift. Families whispered their support in drawing rooms, friends offered quiet encouragement over tea, and London society found itself grappling with the idea that love knew no boundaries.

As the years passed, Eloise and y/n's love story continued to unfold, weaving itself into the fabric of London's history. They faced challenges and triumphs together, building a life filled with laughter, companionship, and unwavering devotion.

Eloise often found herself marvelling at the resilience of y/n, their strength and determination a constant source of inspiration. Together, they navigated the complexities of societal expectations and personal desires, forging a path that defied tradition and embraced love in its purest form.

And so, in the quiet moments before dawn, as the city stirred awake outside their window, Eloise held y/n close, knowing that their love had not only changed their lives but had also left an indelible mark on the world around them.

I did not plan the lyrics around an epilogue and ran out HAHA oopsie

a/npt2; AHHH how did you guys feel about this, i tried to mot make it rushed i really wanted to start from the beginging and build their realtionship in a way a oneshot can, ive been considering writing a story once im done with these requests so we can get some better romance building then!!

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ohtobeleah · 1 month ago

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Day Nine [Frozen]

Summary: Jake is so intoxicated he forgets he played a life-threatening prank on you. Leaving you to freeze, for hours.

Warnings: Violence. Violence against women. Drunk!Jake. Hypothermia

Word Count: 1.5k

Whumptober Prompt Day Nine: Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”

Author Note: Please make sure you read the warnings provided. Disclaimer: I do not condone nor endorse the actions that are written about during the month of October. These works of fiction are just that, fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for this year's prompt list.

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Researchers have theorised that nightmares are the brain’s way of processing unsettling events of the past. Others believe nightmares are how our subconscious mind prepares us to deal with our real-life fears. Either way, they agree that nightmares are most commonly brought on by one thing…..

Stress.

“Trick or treat Y/n,” Jake cooed as he cornered you in the hallways that led not only to the bathrooms of the Hard Deck, but also to the fridge, freezer and storeroom.

“Not now, Hangman, I've got too much on my plate to entertain whatever stupidity is about to come flying outta your mouth,” You sighed as you pushed Jake away softly. It had been a long day and was about to be an even longer night.

Halloween had the Hard Deck going crazy with costume contests, two-for-one specials, half-price beer and speciality spooky season cocktails. You barely had time to breathe, let alone entertain Jake's cheesy pickup lines.

“You wound me, Kerner, what's a guy gotta do to get a second of attention?” Jake followed you drunkenly down the hall as you made your way to the walk-in freezer. The kitchen freezer was running empty on fries and burger patties, so you offered to do a run to the bigger, more versatile freezer.

“Find someone with attention to give?” You replied as you rolled your eyes. Jake stood right behind you as you unlocked the freezer door. He was standing so close that he could almost see the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. “I’m really busy, Seresin, I don’t have a second to piss let alone stroke your ego tonight,” It was a little hash, but you and Penny were truly run off your feet. It was only that you were home visiting family that she’d asked you to work a few shifts.

“Maybe you should take a break then?” Jake nearly hissed as the alcohol he’d consumed coursed through his veins. He’d been drinking nearly all afternoon with Rooster. “Even if it's just for five minutes?” He wasn't thinking straight. Hell, he couldn’t even see straight at the moment.

“Jake, take a hint man–” You groaned as you slid open the door to the freezer. You handed him the lock and key as you stepped inside. The freezing cold air was harsh against your exposed skin. “I. Don’t. Have. Time. For. This!” You couldn’t deal with Jake and his incessant ability to get under your skin. You weren’t in the mood to deal with his normally flirtatious ways. “You can stay if you wanna help me carry these boxes out but–”

“Take a damn break, Kerner,” Jake chuckled as he shut the door behind you. You didn’t even have a chance to finish your sentence before the door had rolled across its tracks and shut completely. “Trick it is,”

“Jake?” You frowned as you tried to open the door as your own breath blew back into your face. You could see it bouncing off the door. “Jake open the door!” There was no answer, only the sound of the very lock you’d just given him, clicking back into its place.

“Five minutes, Kerner,” Jake chuckled to himself as he pocketed the key. “Maybe a few minutes in the ice box will,” Jake paused as he found humour in his own actions. “Cool you off,”

“JAKE THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” You panicked as you tried to open the door once more. “LET ME OUT!” As the reality of the situation hit you like a freight train, panic set in on a seismic scale. “OPEN THE DOOR!!”

“I’m a catch,” Jake slurred to himself as he stumbled down the hall, barely able to stand straight in his American Pscycho-esk costume. “A damn catch,”

“HELP!!!” The chill was all-consuming. “SOMEONE HELP ME!!!” You shouted as you hit your first against the sliding door, begging someone to help you. “JAKE! SOMEONE!”

The burn was serial, it dug into every fibre of your being as you screamed at the top of your lungs. Your tears dried frozen on your cheeks the longer you stayed inside the walk-in freezer. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into an hour. Two. Three.

“I haven’t seen her, George, I swear! I’ve been wondering where the hell she is too,” Penny sighed as she looked around the Hard Deck. Her eyes immediately fell on the group of rag-tag aviators crowded around their favourite corner. “Hey!” She called out as her steps took her across the bar.

“Penny!” Fanboy called out with a smile smeared across his slightly intoxicated self. “How’s it going!? Happy Halloween!” he cooed, somewhat captivated by the Leia costume she chose for the evening. “Woah, is Penny hot?”

“Dude,” Rooster spat his beer back into the bottle he’d just sipped at the thought of his teammate having a crush on the woman who had become a second mother to him. “You just said that out loud,”

“Has anyone seen my barback?” Penny sighed as she held her nose to ward off a headache. “I can’t find her anywhere,” She explained briefly as Jake shot out of the conversation he was having with another unsuspecting Hard Deck visitor.

“Oh my god–” His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he fished the key to the walk-in freezer out of his back pocket. “Holy fucking shit I didn’t mean to leave her in there,”

“Leave who where?” Bradley asked as he followed Jake, all the colour had been wiped clean from his face as he made his way through the crowded Hard Deck. “Jake!”

“It was an accident!” Jake’s drunken hands shook violently as he made his way to the freezer where he’d forgotten he locked you in. “I-I didn’t mean to–”

“Oh my gosh,” Penny was in utter disbelief at what her brain was trying to put together. There was no way Jake locked you in the freezer. He wouldn’t? Would he? “Tell me you didn’t,”

“Give me the key–” Bradley growled as he shoved Jake to the side. Jake immediately forfeited the key as he slid down the wall in unimaginable shame.

“Kerner!?” Rooster shouted as he worked to unlock the sling door. He had known you for years, you were like a little sister to him. Always a pain in the ass but a good, genuine person. He’d lay down in traffic for you.

But the minute Bradley saw you sitting up against one of the freezer shelves with blue lips and closed eyes, his heart stopped inside his chest.

“Y/N!” Bradley panicked as he stepped inside. “Hey!” He slapped your cheek softly, but hard enough to gain your consciousness. “Hey! Y/n, you alright?”

“Oh my gosh, she’s probably hypothermic, Rooster, I’ll call an ambulance,” Penny added as shock overcame her. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be.

“And the fucking police!” Rooster made sure he said it loud enough for Jake to hear. “Come on sweetheart, open your eyes, you’re alright, I’m here,”

“I’m sorry!” Jake cried as he slumped over himself in the hallway. “Y/n I’m so sorry!” His apologies fell on deaf ears as Penny ran emergency services, one of them being the police. “I didn’t mean to forget!”

Sometimes your worst nightmare comes true, but you find it’s really nothing to worry about. Occasionally, you discover what your dread is really a blessing. And your life is better because you persevere, despite your fears.

“Rooster?’ You could barely speak as Bradley carried you out of the freezer to the shock and horror of the rest of the squad. “M-so cold,”

“You look a little pale, Kerner, but you’re gonna be alright,” Bradley tried his best to sugarcoat the situation, but with every step he took, his heart broke a little more. He’d promised your dad he’d keep you safe, he just never thought he’d have to keep you safe from Jake. He’d let his guard down, never again. “I’m gonna burry him six feet under for this,”

“He l-locked m-me away,” Sometimes your worst nightmare is truly scary. And it feels like it’s never going to end. “No one came,” That’s why support from friends and family is vital.

“I did,” Bradley corrected you as he held you in his arms, warming you up as much as he could as sirens grew louder from the distance. “I came for you, I’m right here,”

You only ever want to surround yourself with people who will wake you up from your nightmare……and bring you back to reality.

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dark-and-kawaii · 21 days ago

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𓂃₊ ⊹ Breeding The Princess

─ ♡ Summary: It was like she was in heat, like she couldn't get enough, “Plea~se~ nah-need y- yo-you… Please-” She was whining now, pleading with him, begging him. Even though her hands held him firmly to the floor, she was the one at his mercy.

─── ♡ Pairing: Zevlor x F!Tav/OFC

─── ♡ Content: NSFW - Breeding Season - Breeding - Creampie Galore - Filled To The Brin

“I-I~ f-fu’neeed mor-re” she pushed all her weight into him, toppling him down to the marble flooring, his cock never slipping from her sopping wet depths.

Her hips bounced up and down, faster and harder.

Her breasts swaying rabidly with each movement.

Zevlor could feel how her velvet folds clenched around him, could feel her muscles working his cock- desperately trying to milk him for more of his seed… for all that he was worth.

Zevlor was exhausted…

They had been going at it for what felt like hours, and if he didn’t have back problems now, he was sure that he would get them by the end of the night. But he didn’t mind, it’d be worth it for her.

Lofn was so beautiful, and the way she was riding him was more intoxicating than the alcohol that spilt on his tongue earlier.

“M-my dear, I- I-“ His legs trembled with each bounce, his voice was shaky as his eyes struggled to focus.

But her eyes, oh her eyes, they were full of lust, desire, and need. Her body glistened with sweat, and her skin was flushed with the most gorgeous pink hue. as his own was… If it could get any more red... The only thing keeping him awake- keeping him hard, were the waves of pleasure coursing through his much older body. The Paladin was almost afraid of passing out while she was still using him, “I am old you kn-hah-know?” He half chuckled, half groaned with every thrust, but Lofn did not stop.

It was like she was in heat, like she couldn't get enough, “Plea~se… My Zevlor~ nah-need y- yo-you… Please-” She was whining now, pleading with him, begging him. Even though her hands held him firmly to the floor, she was the one at his mercy.

She was so hot, so warm and tight… Zevlor had long forgotten about the grand event they had slipped away from, how her wonton moans could probably be heard from down the hall. He just couldn’t bring himself to care… Though he couldn't help but selfishly fantasize- hope that arrogant mage on the council was just outside these doors, listening to the woman he loves moaning and pleading for a foulblood's seed…

Lofn's breathing was heavy, laboured. Her words, her pleas, her whines, her moans and gasps, were music to his ears, and he never wanted it to end.

Zevlor saw how she was biting her lower lip, how she was rolling her hips in small circles when she came down.

He didn't want to cum, didn't want her to stop riding him, he wanted her to stay there- on top of him, forever. She had unlocked a feeling he thought long passed. And by the gods, he would give her anything, would do anything for her to continue to want him. Though, he feels- knows that she will continue to want him, to desire him, just as he desires her.

His hands reached for her hips, his thumbs stroking the soft flesh, and her body shuddered. He could see it, feel it, as her orgasm built up once more.

Zevlor sat up, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, holding her tight to his chest, keeping her nice and pretty on his lap, “Tell- tell me again- m-my light…” His voice was breathless as he thrusted up into her- that meaty tip of his pushing his previous load deeper inside of her, “please, tell me what you w-ah-nt-“

His hips relentlessly slammed against hers, his hands holding her in place, as his cock buried itself to the hilt. Her pussy molded to the shape of him, snug and wet- as it should be, as she was made for him.

Oh how he watched her, admiring the way her head rolled back, as her mouth gaped open in a silent scream. How her eyelids fluttered and her eyebrows pinched together.

She was breathtaking.

He could feel the mixture of his seed and her release squirt from between them, dripping down their legs and onto the flooring.

When her eyes opened, her pupils were so blown that the blue of her irises were almost non existent.

Her hands found his face, holding him gently as she caressed him, a drunken smile spread across her lips, “Need you~ Need your love, your cummm~ Wan’- want- h-have mn’more children-“ Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were watery, “Y-your children, please myy love.” She met his eyes, those eyes she could always get lost in, and pressed her forehead against his. Their breaths were shared before their lips met, kissing deeply, and passionately.

But his brain was having a hard time processing everything. Children? Did she say more children?

His heart stopped.

He wasn't sure he had heard her right.

More?

She wanted more?

From him?

Him?

An old, battle scarred man, with more years behind him than ahead of him.

And yet, and yet she was sobbing, clinging to him, wanting him- needing him… Begging him to breed her like some- some broodmare… Her hips unrelating in their movements.

In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back against the cold flooring, and continued to rut into her, pounding her, taking her- his hips a blur of motion.

The room was filled with the sounds of her voice, moaning and gasping, and his name. His name on her lips was heaven, it was paradise.

It didn't take much longer for him to spill into her, his hot thick cum filling her once more, his balls pulsing, as the pressure of his release had him shaking, his legs trembling, his tail curling.

Lofn cried out his name- she could feel it, how the thick sticky heat of his seed pooled inside her, how her tummy distended, as he filled her- gushing past the veiny cock that tried to seal it all… He was quick to silence her, his mouth hungrily claiming hers, his tongue plundering the cavern of her mouth.

He would give her more.

He would give her many, many, many, children.

As she wished, as she desired.

Emptying the last of his seed into her accepting womb, her pussy clamping down around him, milking him, trying to draw out as much seed as she could…

His hand found her thigh and carefully he brought it up, his thumb tracing gentle circles as he maneuvered her leg over his shoulder.

She was insatiable, and it was driving him mad, in the best ways.

He stayed, staying buried deep inside of her, her walls fluttering around him, and her pussy pulsing with her orgasm…

Her body was calling out to him, and he could not refuse.

His hips pulled back, and slammed against hers.

He knew the night was far from over.

Zevlor had a lot of seed to give, and Lofn was the one to take it.

He was going to make sure that his beautiful princess was properly bred, and that her belly was filled with his child- no- many, many, children... Her body was his to worship, and he was her willing servant.

And little did Zevlor know, his selfish thoughts had come to fruition… That damn mage, Caelum, who had eyes for the Thayan princess was indeed standing just outside those doors. His fists clenched, and his eyes were full of fury as jealousy consumed him.

How could she choose that disgusting filthy mongrel over him? Had he not given her everything? Were their times in bed not pleasurable? Gritting his teeth, Caelum’s fingers twitched, magic was already pooling within his hand…

But the guard beside him, the one who had escorted him, cleared his throat.

That's right... He wasn’t alone…

Though his anger did not subside, Caelum turned his gaze to the guard, the look he gave could kill.

But the guard only returned his look, his eyes glancing towards the door that was keeping the mage from Lofn.

The guard had the same blood that ran through his veins, a lowly filthy hellspawn. It was Lofn’s brilliant idea to bring in a few of the refugees from Elturel to Thay and give them… purpose…

And Caelum, the high born purebred elf, the one who should be above such filth, the one who should have been between her thighs, was forced to walk away, forced to leave his precious princess in the arms of a foulblood.

She deserved better. She was an angel, an empress, a trained warrior… a goddess among men, and yet, here she was- fucking some tiefling, breeding like a common whore.

Glancing back, Caelum glared.

She deserved someone who could keep up with her, who could match her stride and skill… Someone young like her instead of a man who was already close to deaths door..

As the night began to still and the moon was at its highest peak, a Paladin and his princess lay in the embrace of their afterglow. Their bodies entwined, their breaths soft, and their hearts beating as one while they slept. They were both exhausted, completely and utterly spent. Her body was sore, and her pussy was full of his thick seed, the rest slowly leaking from between her thighs.

The door creaked, and the light from the hall spilled into the room revealing Korgus and Aedric, both dressed in fine garments.

“Seems like we found the missing Princess,” Aedric smirked, his eyes glancing around the room- a mixture of clothing strewn across the floor and the smell of sex lingering heavily in the air, “And her faithful Paladin...”

Korgus snorted, “It would appear so…” He said, watching as their chests rise and fall in their sleep, noticing how Zevlor held her protectively, “I bloody hate to admit this but, he’s proven himself to be a good man- and a fine “shield” as the people named him, of Thay.” He paused, a small smile gracing his features, “He truly cares for our princess- for your sister, and would go to any lengths to see her safe and happy, no matter the cost... As any of us would, or should do. He would put his own life on the line for her... Even if it meant the end of his days, I don't think he would hesitate.”

“Mm” Aedric hummed in agreement, closing the doors and shrouding the room back in darkness, allowing the two their well earned rest.

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Loving embrace | A.L

No matter how dark a day can be, your boyfriend — your alpha — knows exactly how to light up your day and make you happy.

//Pairing// Lumberjack!Alpha!Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x Omega!Girlfriend!Reader

//Wordcount// 2.341

//Warnings// meant health struggle, soft!Ari, lots of kisses, cuddles, fluff

//Authors Note// @holylulusworld I have our favourite Lumberjack for you, with your favourite trope: A/B/O hehe. @bucks-babe some ARI FOR YOU TOO!

// Masterlist | Ari Levinson Masterlist //

After a long, hard day working, the sun goes down slowly, and Ari smiles to himself as he unlocks the door of your shared house. The moment he left the house this morning to go to work, he was already looking forward to the evening where he could finally hold you tight in his muscular arms and cuddle with you.

As he opens the door, he inhales deeply — inhaling the familiar scent of the wood that was used to build the house and your sweet scent. He narrows when he doesn't smell your sweet scent anywhere close, usually, you would immediately stop whatever you were doing and run into his arms to greet him — but not today.

He tries to not worry too much about it. Maybe you’re deep in your favorite book or movie, or you cook? He sniffs again, frowning deeply. You’re definitely not baking or cooking anything because there is not a hint of the smell of food in the air. Ari shakes his head, trying to shake away his worry, but the thoughts become only worse when he doesn’t hear anything.

Your Alpha places his bag down, taking off his shoes and jacket, before he walks further through the floor. There are no noises in the house, maybe you went for a walk or went out with friends. But you’re not the type of spontaneous guy who would go out with their friend without telling your boyfriend in the morning about your plans. And if you go for a walk, you will leave a note for him so he doesn’t worry about something.

Ari inhales deeply once again, trying to calm himself down. Maybe you haven’t placed the note on the floor but instead in the kitchen on the counter. You sometimes do that, and he was never so scared when he couldn’t find you immediately or when you didn’t come to hug him and greet him after work — but today something is different. Something inside of him told him that something was wrong, maybe only his fear, but maybe it was because someone hurt you?

“Love? Are you home?” He shouts through the house with no response. Ari walks into the kitchen, looking over the table and the counters, but there is no note that you went for a walk. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, smiling softly as he sees the picture he took of the two of you a few months ago.

“Ariiii!” You giggle, earring a smirk from him. His fingers dig into your sides, and he tickles you while you squirm underneath him. “S-STOPPP! Please, n-need to br-breathe!”

Ari immediately stops looking at you with his soft blue eyes, smirking while you pant. He leans down, his long hair falling into his face, and you reach out to swipe them out of his handsome face, tracing your fingertips over his cheekbones to his lips, where you slide them along and smile softly.

You fell for these lips the first time they touched yours — so soft and full of love that your world was spinning while everything felt like it stopped for a moment. Ever since he always kisses you with such tenderness but softness when his lips touch yours, it feels like there is nothing else but the two of you.

��Do you wanna touch them or also want to feel them?” Ari asks with a smirk on his plumb lips, leaning a bit lower so you can feel his warm breath against your soft skin. You instinctively wrap your hands around his neck, bringing his face even closer until there is only an inch between your lips.

“I like to feel them, they are so soft, but when you kiss me, they feel even better,” you mumble, leaning up to finally press your lips against Ari’s. He chuckles into the kiss, fishing his phone from somewhere next to you on the couch and snapping a photo of the two of you kissing.

It’s not like he doesn’t have a lot of photos of both of you or where you kiss, but this moment was different; it felt like a promise for ever, and he wanted to remember your words as best as he could.

He unlocks his phone and looks if he got a message from you — nothing. No call, no message. Ari taps your contact, calling you. If you have your phone with you, you will probably answer his call. He waits patiently for you to answer him, but seconds feel like hours, and even the sound his phone makes while calling you feels like it’s calling you in a super slow way to make him even more nervous, to tease him — even annoy him.

Ari notices an almost completely quiet buzzing, he growls, knowing it’s your phone. He doesn’t hang up but makes his way closer to where the sound comes from. If you make a little joke to tease him and just don’t answer his call, he is going to punish you. He is worried as fuck, and he can’t have you playing around right now.

Deep down, he knows that you’re his sweet omega, and you would never dare do such a joke and worry him. You know that he is overprotective of you, that he gets worried easily, and that when he calls your name and you don’t respond, he’s no longer just worried where you could joke around a bit — then he lets the Alpha instincts take the lead and protect you with everything he can offer.

“Omega?” He asks, his voice still soft, but there is a hint of worry you would notice if you heard him. Ari walks further through your house, finding your phone in the little drawer on the floor next to your shared bedroom.

He hangs up, and then he finally notices a noise that isn’t coming from one of your phones, it’s a soft sniffle that gets his attention. His chest clenches, and he feels his heart racing as he notices that it can only come from you, that there is no one else but you and him in the house—the sound familiar to him but he hates it, it’s not your sweet giggle or pretty laugh, no — this is the sound of you being broken, being hurt. And whoever did that to you will regret hurting you, because no one hurts Ari’s girl, no one.

Your alpha opens the door to your shared bedroom quietly, not to scare you, but because he knows you well enough that you will wipe away your tears and smile like everything is fine if you hear him before he notices your tears.

As the door is open enough for his thick, muscular body to fit through it, he walks closer to the bed you’re lying on. You’re wrapped in a blanket, sniffling as quietly as possible while staring in front of you against the wall.

The large shadow that moves slowly along the wall when Ari moves causes you to almost shriek and immediately sit up. Your arms brush over your face, wiping away the tears, but when you turn your face to see your Alpha leaning against the drawer with his head slightly tilted to the side, you know he knows that you cried.

“Ari, w-what? I-I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” you apologize, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself. It’s not like your boyfriend's warm embrace, but at least it's warming you a bit and giving you a bit of comfort.

Ari’s expression is almost cold, but also soft. You’re not sure if it’s just you being scared that he could be mad or if he is really mad at you. He signs, running one of his callused hands through his hair. Your eyes water once again when he doesn’t say or do anything but move his hand over his face.

“Omega…” he growls, trying to stay as calm as possible. He would love to just get over to you and wrap you in his muscular arms, hold you close, and tell you that everything is fine and that he loves you — because he does. But he doesn’t want to hurt you any further if he is the reason for your pain; he doesn’t want to push you into something, preferring when you tell him what you want and what you need. Plus, he is angry that someone hurt you, and he doesn’t want to let out the frustration on you.

“Alpha,” you whine, your body shaking. Your mind is spinning; there are too many thoughts inside, and you can’t see a way through the darkness that grew over the hours while Ari was at work. “I’m sorry, don’t be mad.”

His eyes widened immediately. He wasn’t mad, how could he? Because he isn’t hugging you, or why else would you think that? He is craving to hold you, but you made the rule that if you don’t feel good, you will tell him what you need, and if you don’t do that, he won’t do anything.

You made the rule because he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to do anything for him, he doesn’t want to pressure you or put you in a situation you don’t want to be in. You had that with your ex-boyfriend, and Ari knows about it, so you made the rule that you can decide what you need when you don’t feel good.

“Please.” It’s only a whimper that slips past your lips, but your Alpha understands. He relaxes slightly as he walks over to the bed, crawling onto it and holding his thick arms wide open for you to snuggle into him.

You immediately do it, your face pressing into his broad chest, and you inhale his wooden scent, feeling his strong arms wrapping around your back and pulling you as close as possible against your boyfriend. For a moment, it’s quiet, only your sniffles are audible, and Ari leans his head down to your neck, inhaling your scent as well before kissing your neck and jaw softly.

“You want to tell me what happened?” He asks, his voice soft, and if you shake your head, he will accept it. Ari’s lips trail from your jaw to your cheek until he reaches your nose and kisses the tip of it, causing you to giggle softly. That’s one of his talents, he can make you happy even though you don’t feel like it. He makes you happy anyway.

“J-just flashbacks, and- ARI NO!” you say, poking one of your fingers into his chest as you look up into his ocean blue eyes. He already opens his mouth, but when you say no and shake your head slightly, he closes his mouth and only smirks at you. “I know you said I could call you, b-but I thought. You were only out the door, and y-you know.”

Ari sighs, and his expression softens even more. His fingers are rubbing circles on your back. “But you can call me anyway. I will throw everything to the side if you need me, my sweet omega,” he mumbles, leaning his head down to lean his forehead against yours.

You nod, your eyes staring into Ari’s. “I’m here for you when you need me. You know the reason for the mark on your neck. It’s not because you’re an omega and I’m an alpha, the mark is there because you belong to me. Because I have the same, that shows that I belong to you. I care about you, I’m there for you, I love you, I always will.”

Tears well up in your eyes, those words slipping from his lips like it’s the most natural thing he can say makes your heart flutter, and you once again notice how lucky you are with your Alpha. Your alpha, who sees you as more than just a weak omega — Ari sees you as a human, as the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with, who makes him happy — the woman who is the only one for him.

“Can we-we make dinner together?” You ask, one of your hands sliding over his neck to his bearded cheek, and you caress it softly. Ari leans more into your touch, smiling softly.

“Of course, everything you want, love,” he says. He doesn’t let go of you, his smile turns into a mischievous grin, and Ari’s grip around you tightens. “But first…”

He doesn’t give you much time to react, he moves the two of you until you lay underneath him, giggling because of his fingers digging into your sides as he peppers kisses all over your face — your cheek, your jaw, your chin, your nose, your forehead, and your mouth. Ari can’t get enough of your sweet giggles, the way you blush when his lips brush over your soft skin, and the way you squirm as he tickles you softly.

“Feeling better, my sweet omega?” He asks, still hovering over you. You nod, bringing your hands to his face, capturing his cheeks, and pulling him down. Your thumbs stoke his stubbles as you press your lips softly against his, sighing when he moves his lips against yours.

“I love you, Ari,” you mumble, giggling as you inhale deeply and smell your Alpha, who causes you to relax. His arms are on each side of you, holding him up, and he makes sure that you’re better, otherwise, he is going to kiss you until you feel better and laugh.

“I love you, love. To the moon and back. But now let’s make some food, or else I’m gonna have to eat the bed,” he chuckles, kissing you once again. Then he helps you get up and carries you into the kitchen, making sure that he makes the food, and you sit on the counter and just look pretty — making food together — and he gets a lot of kisses whenever he is close to you, making you giggle. Your Alpha can light up the darkest days.

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