#Blue Ruffle Duvet Cover

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Dear Baby, Chapter 7

Dear Baby, m.list | Author's Profile

Word Count: 0.9k

“Good morning, (y/n), How are you feeling?” Lucifer greets.

He places the tray he had on the side table as he sits on the bed next to you who had the duvet over your head.

“Horrible. I want to shower,” you reply muffled under the covers.

You had recently laid your egg late into the night before. Lucifer only knew about it in the morning when you didn’t come for breakfast. You were on time every time for breakfast, so this worried him and rushed to you room if anything was wrong with you. When he arrived, he saw you in the same way now when he was let inside your room. You told him while under the covers about your safe delivery and complained that you wanted to shower and make a proper nest. It’d only been a day since and you refused to get up, making Lucifer visit your room quite often to bring you food and amenities.

“You can do so, if only you’d come out~” he coos over your head.

“But who’ll keep on eye on my baby?” you ask unconvinced.

Lucifer furrows his brows for a moment and shakes his head. You were probably protective of your baby. It was your first child after all and with your instincts were probably going haywire at the moment.

“I can do it for you. You know you can trust me, (y/n),” he persuades you with his honeyed tone.

“But then you’ll see me in my normal form,” you drawl hesitant to show him your true form. He’d probably think you’re ugly.

“Aw, I’m sure you look fine—”

“Lucifer, I’ve just given birth. No woman looks good after birth,” you hissed.

“Don’t be silly! Giving birth is the most beautiful thing in the world! And I’m quite sure our new mother is just as lovely,” he cleverly defends making you snort.

“I stink.”

“I’d assume so, you’ve been stuck—OW!” he cries after being pinched on the side harshly for his remark. “I was kidding, I’m sorry. But you really need to come out, you need to eat.”

Hearing his pleading tone, you sigh and gave in to his request. Carefully you lifted the duvet and let it fall on top of your egg as you revealed yourself to him. Your feathers were ruffled from rolling around the bed all day long and from the labor you handled yourself (girlboss). You had a thin blue gown on, that thankfully was not see through enough to see your privates.

Lucifer stared at you wide eyed for a long time before you finally snapped him back to reality.

“You’re staring too much,” you huff carefully placing your egg on a pillow beside you and in front Lucifer and covered a blanket around it. Careful not to let it fall. “I’m going to take a shower now and I trust you to take care of my son.”

Lucifer looks at your egg fascinated not even noticing you looking at him and stifling a laugh at the bewitched look on his face. By the time you were finished and feeling refreshed, you saw Lucifer lightly caressing the egg with his knuckle. He spots you as he flushes red by the cheeks from being caught like a toddler.

He coughs and apologizes, “Sorry. Breakfast! Right breakfast!”

You smile helplessly before he ushers you carefully to your seat and placing down your meal and utensils.

“Thank you,” you say as you looked at him with your shiny dark eyes making him even more flustered, still not used to your beauty. You were beautiful even in your human form but seeing your like this and practically blooming from childbirth is so painful to even to describe for him.

“Y-you’re welcome, dear,” he stutters. Now you were blushing from his endearment.

Seeing that he was still standing beside you with a smile while waiting for you to eat. You tugged him to the chair next to you.

“Have you eaten yourself, your highness?” you asked, picking up a piece of the perfectly fired egg he made.

“Well, I waited for you to come to the dining room and after I learned that you can’t get up, I went back to the kitchen to make you a new plate of breakfast,” he explained not really finding any faults in his words.

You gape at him and claim, “I could have just eaten what was already cooked! What a waste of such good food!”

He apologizes and replies, “I just didn’t want you to eat food that’s gotten cold. I thought you’d enjoy a hot meal after your labor.”

Your heart melted looking at his facial expression. He looks like a guilty puppy with his guilty down casted eyes. You couldn’t help but reach for his face with a bit of hesitation before deciding to smoothen out the crease on his brows.

“I appreciate your effort and I—in fact—do love breakfast this way. I’m sorry too, I just felt embarrassed that you had to trouble yourself by doing more work,” you comforted him while speaking your mind.

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s no trouble at all, I love making food from seeing how much you enjoy eating so much. It makes me happy to see you happy eating what I made with my own two hands. So, don’t ever think that you’ll ever be a burden to me,” he replies understanding you and comforting you just the same.

A smile softly creeps onto your lips as Lucifer presses a kiss on your temple. You could only mutter a small thank you as your heart was full of his warmth and attention.

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Shadow and Song (Azriel x Reader) Part Three

Azriel x Reader

You and your sisters ready yourselves for the visit from the Mortal Queens, and the possibility of war.

Word Count: 2,707

You sighed, fingers slowing hovering over the piano, attempting to find a good note to start on. You had been at the instrument for a good twenty minutes, attempting to get some form of peace of mind, away from the bickering between Cassian and Nesta in the other room.

You were wasting your time.

You weren't able to play, weren't able to think. And you were exhausted. Nightmares plagued your sleep last night, visions of battlefields and cruel Fae. After the first dream of Feyre being slaughtered, head cut clean from her body, you tossed and turned for the rest of the night, refusing to close your eyes, scared to see the blood dripping from her neck, the lifeless eyes as her head rolled on the ground.

War, war, war. It had plagued your mind, unable to think of anything else. What would happen if the Queens wouldn't give their half of the book, if they had to fight. What would happen to them, of Feyre?

It made you sick, unable to eat the pastries laid across the table for breakfast. Rather, you drank your tea, the caffeine fueling your anxiety as Nesta picked fights with Cassian, the latter eager to push her buttons. It had become all too much, muttering a quick "excuse me" before speeding out of the room.

You struck a chord, deep and powerful on the piano, before groaning and slamming the cover shut. It was wrong, all of it was wrong.

"Are you alright?"

Azriel's voice, although quiet and calm, startled you, causing you to jump up from your chair. You turned to face him, and smoothed out your dress, a deep midnight blue.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, no, it's fine-- I'm fine." You muttered.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright, you left the table rather... abruptly." His hazel eyes stared at you, melting pools of honey meeting your own.

Are you alright? It was the first time someone had asked you that in over a year.

"Just too tired to hear Nesta arguing at eight in the morning." You dismissed with a tight lipped smile that didn't reach your eyes, that hadn't reached them in a long time, not since Feyre left.

Azriel stared at you, the Spymaster, Rhysand had called him last night, as if he expected you to say more, as if he knew there was something else bothering you.

And he did, although not to your knowledge. He had heard your panting in the middle of the night as you woke from your nightmare, heard your pacing in your bedroom, heard the ruffle of your duvet as you tossed and turned. He had even sent his shadows out to do a quick assessment of the manor, ensuring that there was no intruder. There wasn't, the shadows confirmed, only reporting you awake down the hall.

He stood for a moment, and took note of your body language, your tapping foot, hands fiddling with the white ribbon that held your hair into a braid. And he wondered if you were scared of him.

No, there was more behind it. He could smell it, fear, yes, but it was almost undetectable under the scent of anxiety.

"I understand that it all can be... overwhelming, the change in Feyre, having Fae in your home."

"It's not that," You sighed, and there was a long pause before you spoke your next words. "I know that Feyre wouldn't put us in harms way. I'm more worried of the Queens, the war... what will happen if they don't give you this-- book you speak of."

"You know that we would protect you, no harm would come to you and your sisters."

"It's not just us," You paused, "There are others here, other's that won't be protected like we will. We have good people here. And there are those who will fight, they will die as well."

Azriel was silent as he struggled to find his next words, struggled to find the right way to tell you that he would do anything to prevent the war, to spare you from the pain of it. How would he tell you that there was in instinct, deep in his bones, screaming at him to do anything, kill anyone, to keep you safe.

How would he tell you that without revealing his suspicions of what you were from the moment he laid his eyes on you?

"There you are." Rhysand's soft voice purred from the doorway of the room. "I see you've escaped the loveliness of tea with Cassian and Nesta."

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It had been weeks since you and your sister's mailed the letter to the Queens, with Rhysand and Feyre trailing behind, glamoured to be invisible to the people of your village, weeks, still with no response.

There had been many additional letters sent after the first as well, Rhysand often sending Azriel to the manor, letter pressed into your hand before he was gone without another word. You had mailed them, trekking through the snowy village after each visit, the cold biting into your bones.

But as the weeks passed, the ice began to thaw and winter turned to spring. Still with no response, it seemed that war was something that could not be avoided.

You focused on your books, having learned to read shortly after your family was brought back to wealth. Assigning you a tutor was one of the first tasks Nesta had accomplished after the move into the manor, important for an "eligible lady" to be educated she said.

You were a quick learner, however, and lost the need for a tutor about six months later. When you weren't playing your piano you were studying, reading anything between languages and literature, stealing some of Nesta's romance novels from time to time.

But lately all you had been reading was history, specifically about the War from 500 years ago. You read of the most of the battles, the alliances, the losses.

The battle illustrations on the pages did nothing to ease your nightmares.

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You shifted your weight uncomfortably in the formal living room, staring down at your periwinkle slippers, perfectly matching your gown detailed with beads and lace. Only the finest gowns to meet the Queens.

The room was in silence, a roaring, uncomfortable, unbearable silence.

Feyre, Rhysand, and his cousin, Morrigan stood expectedly near the fireplace, Azriel and Cassian guarding the back wall behind you, Nesta, and Elain.

You furrowed your eyebrows together, worry taking over your features. It was almost eleven, and the Queen's weren't here. What if they didn't come at all?

You had spent the entire day prior mapping out the house for them with Azriel, giving them the exact geographical location of the home. You mapped out the size and layout of each room, where each piece of furniture stood, where the windows and doors were. You wouldn't have been surprised if they had asked where each painting hung on the walls. Would they have made you go through all that trouble to not bother to show?

You shot a worried glance behind you to Azriel, who held your gaze, a calm look on his face, as if he was silently telling you that it would be alright.

The chiming of the clock sounded deafening against the silence of the room.

Wind brushed through the room, like a cool, gentle breeze from late autumn. And before you five figures appeared, and ten guards along with them.

You willed you face into stone as you stared before you, trying your best not to reveal your rapid breathing, the thrumming of your heart against your ribs, as the Queen's winnowed in.

They were all of different age, skin color, and hight. There were two middle aged queens, dressed as opposites, one in black and the other white. There were two younger queens, one looking to be the same age as Nesta, with black hair and black eyes, a cutting cool to Nesta's flames. The eldest of them had sharp and cold eyes, wrinkles pressing deep into her brown skin. And last there was the most beautiful of them all, with golden hair, golden eyes, and golden freckles.

It was she who spoke first, and you were unable to register her words in your shock.

"Well met," Rhysand stated, not moving an inch.

The guards inspected everyone carefully before splitting into position around the room. Nesta gently nudged you back as they flanked the room, and you slinked into the wall beside Azriel, Nesta and Elain on your other side.

Rhys stepped forward and the Queens silently gasped, their guards bracing themselves, hands reaching for their swords. You shrinked further into the wall, arm brushing against Azriel's.

You didn't dare look up at him.

"We are grateful you accepted our invitation." Rhys bowed slightly. "Where is the sixth?"

"She is unwell, and could not make the journey." The ancient queen spoke uncaringly, her eyes shifted to Feyre. "You are the emissary."

Feyre stood up straighter, held her chin up. "Yes, I am Feyre."

The queen merely dismissed her, looking back to Rhysand. "And you are the High Lord who wrote such an interesting letter after your first few were dispatched."

You looked back down at your shoes.

"I am," Rhysand replied. "And this is my cousin, Morrigan."

Morrigan, or Mor, she told you to call her earlier, was beautiful in every way, a strong, true beauty. Her red gown matched the paint on her lips, and her soft brown eyes were lined with kohl. Her golden hair fell into ringlets down her back, and she moved with grace as she walked closer to the queens and bowed.

"It has been a long time since I met with a mortal queen."

How long did it take for Fae to consider time long?

"Morrigan--the Morrigan from the War." The queen spoke, her voice a mix of awe and fear.

That long.

Mor bowed again. "Please, sit." And the Queens obeyed.

The beautiful queen sent a cutting look to you and your sisters. "I assume those are our hosts."

The attention of the room shifted to you, and you stood still, silent, hoping that your fear wasn't written all over your face. Nesta did the same as Elain curtseyed.

"My sisters," Feyre spoke.

The queen's eyes cut back into her sharply. "An emissary wears a golden crown. Is that a tradition in Prythian?"

"No," Rhysand purred, "but she certainly looks good enough in one that I can't resist."

The golden queen ignored him. "A human turned into a High Fae... and who is now standing beside a High Lord at the place of honor. Interesting."

As if it was Feyre's choice.

The eldest was the next to speak, " You have an hour of our time. Make it count."

"How is it that you can winnow?" Mor asked.

The golden queen smirked. "It is our secret, and a gift from your kind."

There was a moment of silence before Feyre spoke again, "War is coming. We called you here to warn you-- and to beg a boon."

You flexed your fingers and took a deep breath. It was coming, no longer a threat, no longer something that could be evaded.

"We know war is coming." The eldest stated. "We've been preparing for many years."

We knew it was coming.

The words rang in your ears. It certainly didn't seem like that. The biggest preparation for war you had seen was Lord Grayson's hunting of Faeries, the walls built around his home.

Feyre spoke your thoughts. "The humans in this territory seem unaware of a larger threat. We've seen no signs of preparation."

"This territory," The golden queen's voice was ice, "is a slip of land compared to the vastness of the continent. It is not in our interests to defend it. It would be a waste of our resources."

You couldn't breathe.

"Surely the loss of even one innocent life would be abhorrent." Rhysand questioned.

"Yes." The eldest queen croned. "To lose one life is always a horror. But war is war. If we must sacrifice this tiny territory to save the majority, then we shall do it."

You felt like you were going to vomit. You felt Azriel's eyes on you, but you were too frozen to look up at him, too scared to move.

A sacrifice. You and your sisters, and your servants, and anyone on this land were just a sacrifice to them.

"There are good people here." Feyre rasped.

"Then let the High Fae of Prythian defend them." The golden queen mocked.

You felt Nesta shaking beside you, burning hot anger radiating from her body. "We have servants here. With families. There are children in these lands. And you mean to leave us all in the hands of the Fae?"

The eldest queen looked at the three of us, face filled with what seemed to be sympathy, or guilt. "It is no easy choice, girl--"

"It is the choice of cowards," Nesta sneered.

"For all that your kind hates ours," Feyre interrupted, "You'd leave the Fae to defend your people?"

"Shouldn't they?" The golden one asked, tilting her head. "Shouldn't they defend against a threat of their own making? Should Fae blood not be spilled for their crimes over the years?"

"Neither side is innocent," Rhys spoke calmly, "But we might protect those who are. Together."

You were breathing heavily, shallow, short breaths, the conversation in the room drowning out from your ears.

Together. Together, Rhys had hoped, had pleaded with the Queens. The queens who knew of war for years, did nothing to prepare your lands, to evacuate the innocent people who lived there.

And now it was too late, too late to evacuate, too late to escape. They had left you here to die.

Prythian, Rhysand said the first night you had met him. "If you ever visited Prythian," Would that be your only option to escape death, to possibly meet it in another land? One in which you were completely defenseless? A land in which some Fae would take pleasure in hunting you down? And what of Nesta? And Elain? You couldn't leave without them. You had already lost Feyre.

You had never gotten along with your two older sisters well, when there was nothing but anger, and pain, and sorrow locked away in that cabin. It was empty, and cold, and though you and your sisters never said it aloud, it was hopeless, so hopeless. You knew, knew that you were all going to rot in that cabin.

The hopelessness had filled almost every part of your being, had almost consumed you whole. The only thing that had kept it from eating you alive was Feyre at the end of the day, asking you to play a song for her. The gentle smile that would lay upon her face when you would bring her home charcoal, or paints, bought with any money you could spare from work.

And you knew that for Nesta, it was anger. Deep, overwhelming rage that devoured her entire being. Pure spite was what kept her alive. And Elain to her was what Feyre was to you. The light through the flames. The small shred of hope in the darkness.

Yes, Nesta still burned, but you two had a quiet understanding, you knew why the fire had burned. It kept her alive, kept her human.

You couldn't hate her for that.

And Elain wasn't ignorant to the pain around her, but she was ignorant to her circumstances. And it had aggravated you to no end. But after Feyre left you understood. Elain was in her own world, escaping the sorrow around her, something you wished you had the ability to do for the past year.

And after Feyre left, since your father's fortune was found, the three of you had a new understanding of each other, a new love for one another. It was a quiet love, and was never spoken of. The love that was felt when you read in the garden while Elain tended to the flowers, was felt when you would play the piano, Nesta silently reading her book on the sofa behind you. The love only a sister could understand.

No, you could not leave them behind. You would stay if that was what they wished to do, and if it came to it, you would die with them as well.

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[kamilah-is-queen]

Al Hayba- Sayeed’s (Pt. III)

Pt. I, II

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Amy Parker)

Warning: Sexual themes (P.S. women can get women pregnant in this AU)

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It was well past 9 in the morning as Lady Nahid checked the clock, sighing into her tea mug. Everyone was gathered around the dining table enjoying breakfast, except Kamilah.

She must’ve had a long night.

Lady Nahid excused herself from the table, quietly walking towards Kamilah’s bedroom before she opened the door, silently.

Kamilah slept face-down, her thick duvet laying just under her shoulders as her arms were beside her pillow.

She definitely had a long night.

Nahid smiled, gently perching herself on the empty side of the bed, resting her cane against the nightstand.

She could tell how exhausting her daughter’s day had been by the way she slept. It was something small she noticed about Kamilah, deciding against sharing it with anyone.

She lifted her legs onto the bed slowly, relaxing instantly as she melted into the pillow. Kamilah stirred at the movement, her fingers twitching in her sleep.

Kamilah’s mother faced her as she began to gently play with her daughter’s silky hair. Her fingers worked deeper into her locks, eventually to Kamilah’s scalp as she began massaging with deft fingers.

Kamilah smiled, humming softly. ‘Ummi.’ She turned over slowly as she was met with her mother’s smiling face.

‘Ta’a, ya dammi.’

Kamilah gently kissed her mother’s cheek before lying her head on the woman’s chest, cautiously not applying too much pressure. Nahid’s arms instinctively wrapped around her daughter, her fingers finding Kamilah’s shoulders and neck this time she offered a massage.

‘What’s troubling you, my precious?’

Kamilah’s eyes fluttered shut at the touch as the tension began to release from her body. ‘Ummi I’m okay, I promise.’

Nahid only shook her head, kissing her daughter’s forehead earnestly before lying back down. ‘You know you can lie to anyone, but me. You don’t have to hold it inside with me.’

‘It’s how I grieve. Or, at least how I try to grieve. You know how I loathe being a burden.’

‘You could never be a burden on me, on this family, Kamilah. You’re what holds us together.’

‘Only because I’m strong for everyone. I can’t afford to let my grief, my emotions be this family’s downfall.’

Kamilah rose from the covers, resting quietly at the edge of the bed. Nahid knew better than to argue. Her daughter was right, in a way. She was the glue that held everyone together, the glue that held the peace and stability they needed.

As much as it pained her to see her daughter suppress her emotions this way, it was for the betterment of everyone, and Kamilah knew that. Nahid knew she could handle it. That’s why she was the one running the operations.

‘Just remember that I’m here for you. I’m your mother. Someone who you can rely on for anything and everything that you need and want. You’re far stronger than you realize, Kamilah, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be fragile too.’

Nahid lifted herself out of bed as she grabbed her cane once more. Kamilah kissed her mother’s knuckles as a sign of respect, understanding her mother’s message.

‘Breakfast is inside once you’re ready.’

‘I won’t be long.’ Kamilah smiled at her mother as the woman left, leaving Kamilah to her thoughts. She quickly freshened up and got changed into a navy blue Polo cardigan with white chinos.

‘Good morning.’

Her presence snatched the attention of everyone in the room as they all returned her greeting. Kamilah turned her focus to Cam, who was quietly eating cereal. She gently ruffled the girls hair before kissing the top of her head, Nahid smiling eagerly as she watched on. ‘Hello there, gorgeous.’

Cam suddenly went shy as she looked at a grinning Kamilah, bowing her head and smiling a touch herself.

‘Kamilah, when will you settle down with a woman and give me another adorable child like this?’

Nahid beckoned Cam onto her lap as she began feeding the young girl chocolates.

Kamilah pursed her lips for a moment, her gaze flicking to Amy before falling on her mother. ‘Well, I suppose when the time is right, when I meet the perfect person.’

Amy lifted her gaze and narrowed her eyes, grinning. ‘Odd, you don’t strike me as a children person.’

Kamilah bit into a cucumber as she stared back, intensely. ‘You don’t know anything about me, Amy.’

‘I don’t, but you just don’t give off that vibe.’

Kamilah ate silently in response, imagining what it would be like to have a family to call her own.

Mona spoke up this time, struggling to contain her laughter. ‘Can you imagine Kamilah changing diapers?’

She burst out into laughter as soon as she uttered the words, Nahid cracking a smile with Amy. Kamilah just shook her head, amused.

‘You underestimate me. Dirty diapers are nothing.’

Mona opened her mouth to speak, but Nahid spoke first.

‘Kamilah would make an excellent mother. Tough, but loving. Considerate and compassionate. When she loves, she loves genuinely and wholeheartedly, so whoever she ends up with, I envy her good fortune.’

Kamilah smiled, kissing her mother’s knuckles once more. ‘At least one of you is on my side.’

‘Yeah yeah, get a wife first Kami.’ Mona rolled her eyes, still laughing a little.

Suddenly, Kamilah stiffened. Her jaw tensed along with her shoulders. It was as if she was remembering something painful. ‘You know I tried.’

Amy’s eyes widened.

‘Wait, you were married before?!’

Kamilah sighed, placing her fork down onto the table. ‘If you would even call it a marriage.’ She took a long sip of the tea in front of her, eyes on Amy.

‘Oh. Was she a bitch from hell?’

Kamilah smirked slightly behind the mug, resetting to her stoic face as she set the cup down.

‘You could say that.’

‘Is it rude if I ask for details?’ Amy bit her lip as she tried to hide her grin behind it, excited for the juicy gossip.

Kamilah pursed her lips once more. ‘I’d rather not-‘

‘Oh, allow ME to tell this story.’ Mona cracked her knuckles as she sat up straighter. Kamilah immediately shot her an icy glare as her sister began recounting the story.

‘It wasn’t a love marriage, more like a… agreement. Between two warring families. The only way to keep the peace was a union, so Kamilah and the family’s daughter married.’

‘Wait wait wait’ Amy interrupted ‘why were they fighting?’

Mona grinned. ‘Land. What else would it be?’

Amy nodded, obviously eager to hear more. ‘Right, continue continue.’

‘So, you can probably deduce that the two clashed, a lot. They both were strong minded, determined, passionate individuals whose values were completely opposite. They fought and fought and fought and ugh, it was so annoying. It was non stop arguing in the house for weeks. Somehow, they put aside their differences and decided to make it work, one way or another. So they tried for a baby…’

Kamilah cringed, sipping her tea once more. ‘Mona we really can skip this-‘

‘Oh no, I’m not done.’ Mona grinned cheekily, sending Kamilah a subtle wink.

‘Which… never happened because Kamilah’s wife was taking contraceptives. Behind Kami’s back, of course. So obviously sis was pissed because they were trying for so long, and she was lied to. Right after she found out, Kami sent her back to her parents and filed for divorce.’

Amy’s jaw hung in shock. She looked to Kamilah who rolled her eyes. ‘Thank you Mona, for spilling unnecessary details about my life.’ Her tone was sarcastic, but everyone knew she meant it.

‘Come on, she’s family.’

‘So? I have a right to privacy, even from all of you.’ Kamilah washed her dishes before leaving the house swiftly, everyone being left behind in silence.

She entered the SUV that Chahine drove and gave him directions to an apartment building. She frequented the building at least two or three times a week, and all of her staff knew why. Her girlfriend lived there.

Kamilah entered the apartment after giving Chahine clear instructions to leave her there for the night.

She looked around the apartment, growing wearier as she couldn’t find the woman she had come to see.

‘Alia?’

‘In here!’

The woman was in the dedicated wine room, searching the racks for the perfect bottle for the night.

Kamilah wrapped her arm around the woman, giving her a warm peck on the lips. ‘I’m sorry about the last minute call, I hope you don’t mind me staying the night.’

Alia grinned and turned her back to the woman that held her as she began to open the bottle. ‘Of course, I’d love that.’

Kamilah slipped her other arm around the woman’s waist, her lips trailing soft kisses down the back of Alia’s neck. The woman hummed in approval, struggling to maintain focus on the wine that flowed into the cups.

Kamilah tugged the woman flush to her chest, relishing in the gentle moan she earned as a result. The once gentle kisses turned into feverish, wet ones as she began to unbutton Alia’s shirt.

The woman pulled away suddenly, smirking as she held up the two wine glasses. ‘You can’t have me until this bottle is done.’ Alia watched on as Kamilah’s eyes traveled the down the open expanse of flesh from her torso and chest.

‘So cheeky.’ Kamilah smirked, taking the wine glass she followed Alia to the bed. ‘You love it.’ Alia sat back seductively on the bed, barely able to bite back a sly grin.

‘Absolutely, I do. You’re so sexy when you tease.’ Kamilah teasingly trailed her finger across the woman’s collarbone, down her soft cleavage, cheekily trying to open her shirt more.

‘Oh am I? I had no idea…’ Alia set aside her glass as she straddled Kamilah, unable to resist anymore.

‘What happened to finishing the bottle first?’ Kamilah smirked and laid back slightly, sipping her wine.

Alia began trailing hot kisses down Kamilah’s neck and collarbone, quickly lifting off the clothes in her way before she trailed the kisses further.

‘I said you can’t have me before it’s done. But I can have you, and I need you, Kamilah.’

Kamilah bucked her hips as Alia licked her lower abdominal muscles, her eyes darkening significantly as the woman peeled off Kamilah’s pants.

They would certainly have some fun, seeing as this was only the start.

It was well into the afternoon once the women decided to stop, Kamilah gently tucking back a strand of Alia’s hair as they both tried to catch their breath. The now empty wine bottle was lying on the floor next to the strewn clothes that lay around it.

‘Are you alright?’ Kamilah’s voice softened as she watched Alia breathe, her chest rising and falling quickly.

‘I’m… so amazing right now. You?’ She grinned, leaning up to kiss Kamilah.

Kamilah leant down to meet her halfway, as they shared a passionate kiss. ‘I’m excellent.’

Alia laughed softly before placing her hands gently onto Kamilah’s cheeks. Kamilah leant their heads together, closing her eyes momentarily.

‘We really should shower…’

Kamilah nodded, staying put. Alia grinned, gently pushing Kamilah’s shoulder.

‘Kamilah.’

‘Alright, alright.’ She grinned, kissing the woman once more before running a hot shower for the two of them.

Not long after, the two women were seated opposite each other on the dining table, enjoying shawarmas.

‘Alia, have you ever thought about marriage?’ Kamilah asked, breaking the comfortable silence with the question.

Alia swallowed, her eyes on Kamilah as she thought of answer.

‘I have, a lot, actually.’

Kamilah arched a brow before taking another bite, her face visibly asking the question she didn’t say.

Alia reached for Kamilah’s hand across the table, gently intertwining their fingers before she continued.

‘I… wouldn’t want to marry anyone but you, Kamilah.

Kamilah held Alia’s loving gaze as she ran a gentle thumb over the woman’s knuckles.

‘And you’ve considered my line of work?’

Alia nods before sighing softly. ‘I don’t like it, but it’s your family’s business and I can respect that. I just wish you were safer.’

‘I know my love, I know. I wish I didn’t have to be a part of it either, but we both know I can’t.’ Kamilah gently kissed Alia’s palm in reassurance.

‘Have you thought about marrying me Kami?’

Kamilah opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by the sound of her ringtone.

It was Chahine.

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Secret Flowers - Chapter 29

The bathroom door opened and the ex-angel-of-the-Lord came out, clad only in his boxers, his hair ruffled and messy. Dean didn’t think it was possible to feel your own pupils expanding. But his were. Definitely. What a sight. What a beautiful sight. And then Cas met his eyes and smiled that small, soft, shy smile that Dean loved so much and, impossibly, he was even more beautiful.

"Come here, angel." He flipped back the duvet and patted the bed.

Cas got in, but he didn’t snuggle up to Dean. He sat with a little gap between them, his legs drawn up, held within the circle of his arms, which showed off his biceps very nicely.

"What’s up, angel?"

"That, right there," said Cas. "You call me angel. All the time."

"Oh. Well, yeah. And you're not an angel anymore." Dean rubbed the back of his neck. Shit. Had he been hurting Cas by calling him that? "Okay, I won’t-"

"No! Don't stop. I like it. I love it, actually." His eyes lowered and he smiled. "I'm your angel. You said that."

"Yeah. Of course you are, Cas. Of course."

Dean grabbed one of Cas’s hands and pulled it away from its tight grip around his knees and squeezed it. "So, what's up, then?"

Cas’s eyes met his, and the light from the nightstand hit them and went right into their blue depths. "What can I call you?"

"Oh. Okay. Well, I just like it when you say my name. I always have." Dean roughened his voice: "Hello, Dean." He grinned. That always turned me on. Even when I told myself it definitely, no way, no how, never-in-a-million-years did any such thing. Jeez, I was so dumb."

"No you weren’t. You just weren't ready."

"Well, anyway. You don’t have to call me anything different."

"I want to. But I don’t know what would fit."

Dean smiled.

"So let's consult the oracle, yeah?" He opened the laptop, quickly minimised YouTube and typed 'terms of endearment' into the search bar, predictably coming up with a whole list about the 1983 Jack Nicholson movie. He clicked on the only entry which seemed a likely hit and was rewarded with a list.

"Honeybunny," read Cas with interest.

"No, thank you very much," said Dean. "But, hey, maybe I could switch up angel with honey sometime? 'Specially if you're gonna be making it."

"Honey," said Cas, as if tasting the word. "I think I would like that."

"You got it, honeybunny."

Cas glared "I did not agree to honeybunny. "Except perhaps very, very occasionally. And we're meant to be looking for you." He leant toward the screen. "How would you feel about baby or babe?"

Dean grimaced.

"No? Hmm." He squinted at the list. Maybe Cas needed reading glasses too. "Oh."

His face did that thing that Dean could never quite put his finger on, when it softened somehow, going all melty and soppy. "What?"

"I don't know if you'll like it."

"You clearly do." Dean glanced at the list. "I hope it's not lovebug. And darling seems a bit… I don’t know - fifties? Like Grace Kelly and satin evening dresses."

"You'd look good in a satin evening dress."

Dean blushed and wriggled. There was something else he was pretty sure he looked good in. "What then?"

"Well, there's a few I might try out - buttercup, sugarplum, sweetie-pie."

Dean snorted. "Well, alright. But not in front of Sammy."

"I'll try not to. They might slip out, though. But anyway, the one I like most-" - his dark lashes covered his eyes - "is… sweetheart."

"Oh." Dean found himself studying the duvet, pleating the edge between his fingers. His face was hot. They really were like a couple of awkward teens, sometimes. "Uh, yeah. Okay, then."

"You like it?"

"Yeah. Think so." He cleared his throat. "I mean - it's really soft. And I'm, well, y'know, not really…"

A warm hand curled around his shoulder and then fingertips brushed lightly along his collar bone and up his throat to the point of his chin to gently raise his head. Then Cas’s lips were pressed to his, so light and careful, as if he were a precious thing

"You are soft, Dean. Soft and lovely - and my sweetheart."

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MALEC IN PARIS

The morning came quickly, the sun shone through their shared bedroom, as the sun beams rested on the two sleeping bodies underneath the white duvet.

Yawning and stretchig Alec awoke, he looked around, realizing he was in Paris and not at home. He looked at his phone, and noticed unread messages from his siblings and his mother. Getting up, he noticed a yellow sticky note on the wooden bedsidetable.

GONE OUT. Meet me by the Eiffle tower at 12. - STN.

He heard his stomach growl, as a knock on the door, followed by "breakfast." Alec opened the door, which was greeted by a man, holding a tray with a note on the side, and two plates. Alec thanked the staff, and placed the tray onto the table.

He took the note, which read.

Enjoy your breakfast, he defo likes you. XO - STN

Magnus yawned, Alec put the note in the bin, before Magnus could see.

"Nice sleep Alexander." Magnus repsonded, he was in his blue pyjamas, and he was shirtless. Flusteted, Alec removed the metal cover which revealed crepes and french toast with cream and fresh fruit.

"You can have the crepes." Alec said grabbing the french toast.

He took his phone and looked through the messages.

Izzy: Are you gonna ask him out?

Jace: Have fun!!

Mom: have fun in pensilvaynia!

"Dont text now, its 3 am over there. Wait until its 7 am over there." Magnus repsonded, taking a sip of his fresh orange juice.

"Stanley is gonna meet us at the Eiffle tower at 12. So what do we do until then?"

"Explore." Magnus grinend, as he grabbed a top from his suitcase.

"Do you want to go to this cafe, apparently its the best in Paris,." Alec said.

"Later, we can walk around, and go." Magnus ruffled his hair, as he took his phone.

"Get dressed. Ill meet you in the lobby."

cant wait to see what happen next (will magnus be abducted by demon aldkjdhkljf)

[linensheduniplda]

How to Beautify Your Home with Bedding

Envision yourself nestled within the stout walls of a medieval castle, in an era of knights and valor. When it comes to interior decoration, set aside ideas of wallpaper or elaborate lighting. The secret to creating a warm and inviting atmosphere lies in adorning your space with the finest textiles, the softest furs, and the thickest wools. This practice has given rise to the rich tradition of household linen in France. Throughout history, textiles used in decor have held significance beyond mere utility; a sheet, curtain, or cushion speaks volumes about the status, wealth, and aesthetic sensibilities of its owner. Over centuries, these once simple fabrics have evolved into objets d’art, embodying craftsmanship and luxury. So, why not harness the timeless appeal of linen once again?

Utilising fabric to “dress” your interior is an endless adventure for those who cherish their sanctum. Here are four questions and answers on how to elevate your home with bedding.

Why Should Your Bed Be the Centrepiece?

Your bed is where you spend a significant portion of your time! Each day, from your bed, you awaken to a “morning and evening landscape.” Thus, it’s vital to curate an environment that brings you joy and serenity. An aesthetically pleasing space, adorned with natural linen sheets, a chic bohemian duvet cover, and a palette of soft, harmonious colours can transform your bedroom at a modest cost.

Contemporary trends have gradually stripped bedrooms of their character. Beds have become increasingly “bare,” with bedside tables, armchairs, and benches receding into the background, while our intimate spaces have shrunk in favour of expansive open-plan living areas. This simplification has stifled individuality, turning diverse residences into monotonous reflections of one another.

Padded headboards have lost popularity, sometimes disappearing entirely along with the bed frames. What remains? A box spring, a mattress, and a square of fabric lacking personality—leaving the bed in its barest form. Yet, with the introduction of floral patterns, stripes, and a riot of colours, this simplistic approach could easily lose its appeal. At this juncture, turning to a pure linen duvet cover or indulgent washed linen can reinvigorate your décor tastefully.

How Can You Achieve a Chic or Bohemian Decor with Bed Linen?

Premium linen brands offer an array of options to elevate our bedrooms through high decorative value. Begin with a plain yet sophisticated bedding set in a muted shade. Opt for luxurious materials like washed or Oeko-Tex-certified linen to soften the atmosphere and lend substance to your bed. The beauty of choosing quality linens is their versatility in style. Picture a bohemian chic bedroom, a rustic yet elegant space, or a neo-classical haven featuring white linen sheets. You can effortlessly shift styles with the seasons or your mood by varying sheets, adding ruffled pillowcases, or introducing a simple quilt. Pair with a natural linen coverlet, and your bed will undeniably set the tone for your entire room.

How to Select the Right Bedding?

Reflect upon the bedrooms of yesteryear, where fabric enveloped every surface—from footboards to armchairs, curtains, and even upholstered headboards. While you needn’t go to extremes or break the bank at the upholsterer, the aim is to cultivate a harmonious cocoon that transcends the box spring-mattress duo. Remember, you are the one who will spend the most time in this sanctum.

Two prevailing trends emerge in the world of bedding. The first centres on a monochromatic scheme reminiscent of bygone eras. To implement this, select a singular colour and extend it from your bed all the way to your windows. For instance, a serene blue-grey, reminiscent of our French blue collection, can create a unified look from duvet cover to double curtains.

The second trend embraces a medley of colours while maintaining a cohesive alignment with materials. Choose natural fibres, such as our exquisite linens. Pair ivory curtains with a bed canopy, lilac pillows complementing the bedding, and perhaps even a brick-red linen cover for a family armchair. When combined with lime-patina walls, you'll achieve a tranquil environment conducive to relaxation—easy on the eyes and the soul.

How to Hang Curtains in an Original Way?

The ultimate finishing touch to beautifying your home with textiles is dressing your windows. Ideally, your curtains should harmonise with your bed linen. A natural linen curtain serves as the perfect complement to already washed bed linens.

Opting for premium linen offers the advantage of subtlety in colour choices while maintaining character. Choose simple drapes that align with your bohemian-inspired bedding, irrespective of their hue. To inject personality, consider varying hanging styles: knots, metal rings, or gathers. Playful chic details, such as a bourdon finish that accentuates the hem, are also delightful. Consider drawing attention with linen tiebacks in complementary shades or echoing details from your bedding.

Curtains define your décor and set the mood of your space. They also manage the light, akin to a theatrical production where lighting dictates the ambience. By employing linen curtains—preferably in a crumpled texture—you can filter natural light for a soft, muffled atmosphere, ideal for naps or during the heat of summer. Pair them with blackout fabric, and your linen curtains serve dual purposes: functional shutters when drawn and decorative accents when opened, allowing bright, energising light to flow through.

So, how can you hang curtains in a distinctive manner? Think creatively with rods, DIY tiebacks, or dramatic drapery styles. Don’t hesitate to think “big” when measuring and playing with the fabric; knotting offers any fabric instant character.

Ultimately, to bestow your bedroom with personality and charm, a few yards of exquisite fabric are all you need. Select high-quality French linen sheets, lightweight and dreamy, layer them with an abundance of bed pillows, and drape a beautiful quilt. Enhance the space with family photo frames and a stylish pair of curtains, uniquely tied to your taste. Your room will radiate individuality, standing apart from all others.

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Shabby Chic Decorating Tips

Shabby chic has a reputation for being expensive, but you can easily bring this style to your home on a budget. Whether you paint your own furniture or buy shabby chic pieces, all it takes is a bit of sanding and a few coats of paint to achieve the recognizable rugged, time-has-passed look of this decorating style.

Tips When Decorating Shabby Chic

When you're decorating shabby chic, a neutral color palette is key. Choose whites, creams and tans for walls and furniture to provide a calming backdrop that's a blank canvas for small pops of character in pastel hues like misty blues, barely pinks and washed-out mints. Natural textures like crochet, linen and lace add depth to this look.

If you love the idea of shabby chic but find neutrals boring, earthy tones are a smart alternative. Shades of sand, taupe and grey feel neutral but warming and play up the laidback luxury aesthetic that defines shabby chic, reports Better Homes and Gardens.

Light neutral shades of blue, green and purple also work well with shabby chic decor. You can even create a soothing and relaxing space with soft floral patterns, including floral wallpaper, bedding and throw pillows. If you want to add more color, try painting a piece of furniture or using fabric paint pens to stencil flowery motifs on bedding and pillows.

Inspiring Shabby Chic Decor

Like the country cottages that inspired shabby chic, rustic materials and a worn-in appearance are important elements in this decorating style. Keep in mind, though, that the rustic ambiance should not become cluttered or messy. Instead, choose items that balance texture and material. For example, a quaint nightstand with chipped paint pairs nicely with a glass vase and coarse rope tabletop.

Similarly, pastels are often associated with shabby chic because they add a romantic and feminine touch to living spaces. Light greens, dusty pinks and sky blue hues work well for drapes, furniture, decor and wallpapers.

The Finished Space notes that shabby chic is also an excellent choice for home lighting because it promotes natural light. This allows for a soft glow that enhances the beauty of wooden furniture and other rustic accents. It also complements the delicate colors of lace and floral patterns. Moreover, the natural light can highlight imperfections that make a room feel even more comfortable.

The Main Key to Shabby Chic Decoration

As shabby chic decor has evolved, many have come to embrace the cozy elements that this style is known for. Homebliss notes that a key component of shabby chic is the use of fabrics and textures that are soft to the touch. These can include ruffles, checks, stripes and flower-patterned patterns.

Other shabby chic decorating ideas often include using a combination of vintage pieces and comfortable slip-covered furniture. This is where flea market finds and thrift store pieces can shine, but you can also make use of new furniture that appears old through sanding and special finishes.

The bed is often the focal point in a shabby chic bedroom, with a duvet, quilt or comforter featuring floral or other feminine motifs. Layer with throw pillows and shams in a variety of colors. A flannel bedsheet set adds to the warmth of this decorating style, but you can also go with linen or cotton instead. Visit several online property sales sites such as property.thegardengranny to get cheap chic houses.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Ralph Lauren HOME LAKE RUFFLED FLORAL PASTEL KING Duvet Cover w/ SHAMS RARE!.

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Luxury Bedding Essentials for Unique Spaces

When it comes to luxury bedding, finding the right fit for unique bed sizes or distinctive décor can be challenging. Egyptian Home Linens offers a wide selection of high-quality linens to cater to specific needs, including Sheets For A Round Bed and stylish Blue Ruffle Duvet Covers.

Sheets for a Round Bed: A Perfect Fit

Round beds are known for their modern aesthetic and unique appeal. However, sourcing the right linens can be tricky. Ordinary sheets are often incompatible with the curvature and size of a round bed, leading to ill-fitting or uncomfortable results. Egyptian Home Linens addresses this need with their specially crafted Sheets For A Round Bed that offer both function and style. The sheets are designed to fit snugly around the mattress, providing maximum comfort and a sleek look. Made from premium Egyptian cotton, these sheets offer an unrivaled level of softness, durability, and breathability. Plus, with a variety of colors and thread counts available, they easily complement any bedroom décor, transforming your round bed into a luxurious sleep experience.

Blue Ruffle Duvet Covers: Add a Touch of Elegance

For those looking to elevate their bedding aesthetic, the Blue Ruffle Duvet Cover from Egyptian Home Linens offers a perfect blend of elegance and comfort. Ruffle designs add a layer of sophistication, while the calming blue tones can create a serene bedroom atmosphere. These duvet covers are crafted from the finest Egyptian cotton, known for its long fibers, which result in incredibly soft and durable fabric. They are designed not only to provide warmth and comfort but also to serve as a beautiful centerpiece for your bedroom.

Ruffles have long been associated with classical, vintage aesthetics, but they also fit well with modern designs when done in a subtle, refined manner. The Blue Ruffle Duvet Cover exemplifies this balance, with an intricate ruffle design that is not too overpowering but still adds a decorative flair. The cool blue tones of the duvet make it a versatile option that can easily blend with other colors and textures in your room, creating a harmonious and restful space.

Benefits of Egyptian Cotton

Both the Sheets For A Round Bed and the Blue Ruffle Duvet Cover are made from 100% Egyptian cotton, offering a range of benefits that make them superior choices for your bedding needs. Egyptian cotton is renowned for its softness and durability. The longer fibers of the cotton create a smoother and finer yarn, resulting in fabrics that are softer and more durable than regular cotton. Egyptian cotton is also highly breathable, allowing for better air circulation while you sleep, and it's naturally moisture-wicking, which helps to keep you cool and dry throughout the night.

Additionally, Egyptian cotton is known for its strength. Unlike regular cotton, which can wear out after frequent use and washes, Egyptian cotton remains strong and resilient over time. This means that your Blue Ruffle Duvet Cover and Sheets For A Round Bed will not only feel luxurious but will also stand the test of time, maintaining their softness and appearance for years to come.

Caring for Your Luxury Linens

To ensure the longevity of your Sheets For A Round Bed and Blue Ruffle Duvet Cover, it’s essential to follow proper care instructions. Egyptian cotton is known for its durability, but proper care will extend its lifespan even further. It’s recommended to wash your linens in cold water on a gentle cycle to prevent the fibers from weakening. Avoid using bleach or harsh detergents, as they can strip the cotton of its natural softness and color. When drying, use a low-heat setting or opt for air drying to maintain the fabric’s integrity. By following these simple steps, you can keep your luxury linens looking and feeling like new for years.

Transform Your Bedroom with Egyptian Home Linens

If you’re looking to upgrade your bedroom with high-quality, luxurious bedding, Egyptian Home Linens offers an excellent selection that caters to unique needs. Whether you’re seeking perfectly fitted Sheets For A Round Bed or an elegant Blue Ruffle Duvet Cover, the brand’s commitment to quality and craftsmanship ensures that every product delivers exceptional comfort and style. With Egyptian Home Linens, you can transform your bedroom into a cozy, elegant retreat designed for rest and relaxation.

By choosing luxury products like the Sheets For A Round Bed and the Blue Ruffle Duvet Cover, you not only invest in quality bedding but also create a more comfortable, inviting sleeping environment. Egyptian Home Linens takes pride in offering products that combine beauty with functionality, making it easier than ever to achieve your dream bedroom setup.

Conclusion

Incorporating premium bedding, such as Sheets For A Round Bed and Blue Ruffle Duvet Covers, into your home is a surefire way to elevate both your comfort and style. Egyptian Home Linens provides the perfect solution for those seeking luxury, durability, and timeless design. Make the switch to Egyptian cotton today and enjoy the benefits of better sleep and a more beautiful bedroom.

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The Many Choices in Ruffle Duvet Cover

Ruffle duvet covers are an excellent way to decorate your bedroom and change around your bedroom decor. Ruffle duvet cover is available in a vast array of fabrics, colors, patterns, prints and styles. Choosing the right one for your double or full sized bed is only a matter of taste and material preferences.

[finelinevogue]

yeah thats what i think too, they will definatly wait for outside the villa, but he will have A LOT to say when they are making out and get a bit carried away because they are so gone for each other

⛱ anon: If they aren’t handsy, I’m gonna sue!!! I need more Harry and ass content! And I feel like YN would be all over his arms!! Just clinging onto them and rubbing on them 24/7!

anon: But on the first episode andrew had to show his favourite positions… what are our couple’s favourites 👀 (I particularly love the break eagle or whatever one paige mentioned🫣)

anon: Im living for these li concepts ugh it would be so hard not being extremely inappropriate with all those people and cameras if i was coupled up woth harry

oh we have a lot of anons wanting the same thing.... so here we go!

The lights were blinding when they were turned on in a morning.

The producers normally turned on the lights at 9AM in order to start filming early and get good footage for the rest of the day.

You woke up still tightly snuggled against Harry's chest, only this time you had been allowed to face him. Your head was tucked against his chest, whilst his arms still encased you and his head slept just above yours. During the night your legs must've got tangled and now your knee was pressing dangerously close to his dick.

"Morning." He said with a grumble, barely opening his eyes because of how bright the room was.

"Mmm." Was all you could reply. You were so exhausted already, no doubt from the heat, that even sleeping really took it out of you. Sleeping next to Harry though was giving you better night sleeps than what you'd get at home though.

"Morning kiss?" He asked politely.

"Morning breathe." You replied, pointing to your mouth.

Harry pulled the covers up a bit more, so that you faces were covered from praying eyes and cameras. It was hot under the duvet, but getting this close to him and semi-secretly felt really good. Even though you had microphones on it still felt like your moment because no one could visibly see.

"Don't care. Now c'mere and kiss me." He ordered, moving closer to you.

"Someone's a bit demanding this morning." You teased and it earned you a deathly grope of his hand against your ass, making you gasp in shock.

"Someone was pressing against m'dick all night so I think I have the right to be demanding." He grunted, not taking any shit from you when it came to a potential release.

"I was?" You pretended to be innocent, whilst you pressed your knee further up against his dick so he let out a few breathy sighs. You ran your tongue against your teeth just thinking about how cheeky you were being.

Harry suddenly took a hold of your knee and pushed it back down so it was straight and, importantly, away from his cock. He was already getting blue balls from not wanting to rush things with you and yet here you were being an absolute tease, with no regards how difficult it was for him to control himself.

"Y're asking for it, y'know?" Harry said, with a darker stare to his eyes. He leant in even closer so your lips were panning each other.

"What if I am?"

Harry groaned before pushing his lips onto yours. He grabbed the back of your neck to pull your closer to him and deepened the movements of his lips against yours. His lips were so soft and plump. You noted how his lips felt different in a morning to at the end of the day.

It was little details that you picked up about him that made your attraction for him grow stronger and stronger.

His tongue slide against your bottom lips and when you opened your mouth just slightly, he used his teeth to bite on your bottom lip. He moaned when you did, finding pleasure in yours. Both of you caught on very quickly to how the other one liked to be treated and it felt powerful being the one to give pleasure to your partner.

"Oi! Lovebirds, let's up!" Liam shouted from the end of the bed, ruffling the duvet at the bottom of your feet.

Harry groaned and you pulled back with a soft laugh. Liam might've guessed what you had been doing, which is why Harry was going to whack him later for it.

"Be happy you even got that kiss." You said, stretching your arms over your head as you woke up your muscles and bones.

"I'm happy with anything y'give me." Harry said, tossing the duvet back over the both of you. The light was still bright, but not as bad as before.

"Even blue balls?" You teased, but jumper out of bed before you could face the wrath of his reply.

.......

It was later around the campfire that a group of you were playing twenty questions.

Luca had just had his go in asking a question and he asked, "What is everyone's favourite sex position?"

That got heads turning and cheeks blushing. You and Harry were sat opposite each other and gave each other the eyes. This wasn't something that you'd talked about yet, seeing as you'd decided that sex wasn't something you really wanted to do within the villa. Sex was a personal thing and if you were still with Harry by the end of the show then you would love to share a moment like that with him outside the villa.

"Um probably the broken eagle." Paige said and you nodded in support.

"Y/N?" Paige nudged you, asking you next.

"Um, probably lotus." You said.

"What the fuck is that?" Luca laughed.

"You gotta demonstrate now." Paige urged.

You stood up and held out your hand for Harry to take. He smirked, whilst softly chuckling under his breathe. He walked over to you and caught your hand, squeezing softly. You caught sight of Paige and Luca giving each other knowing looks.

You instructed Harry to sit on the floor and put his legs out in front of him. Next, you straddled his waist and placed your clothed core over his clothed dick. You wrapped your arms around his neck, whilst his went around your waist. When you moved your legs to clasp together behind Harry's back you accidentally rocked against his dick, which earned you a groan from Harry, before you stood back up again to avoid any more teasing.

"Damn, okay." Luca nodded, mentally adding that position to his sex-bucket list.

[qlossytbh]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 ��𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐣𝐣𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 you and jj wake up the morning after and there is no where else you’d rather be

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 implications of sex, sex jokes, lots of sex references, fluff fluff fluff

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𝐚𝐮��𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 i actually love how much fluff this has in it

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You stirred lightly in your sleep, shuffling around the blankets. You let your body sink into the comfort of the bed. You sigh in content, feeling the mixture of the freezing weather and the warmth of the thick duvet cover wrap around your body. It felt nice. Amazing even.

You shifted a few more times, not being able to catch the perfect position where you'd be able to fall asleep once again. The memories from last night began to flood your mind quickly. You smiled to yourself, letting every single one of them sink in. You turned to your side, peering your eyes open gently, squinting at the sunlight that entered the room. The first thing you saw was a mop of messy blonde hair beside you.

His back was facing you and the cover was pulled up to his neck. You smiled, butterflies filling your stomach as you caught a glimpse of a very hidden purple splotch on the side of his neck. You reach forward, snaking your hands around his bare torso and burying your face into the back of his neck.

You pushed yourself tightly against his back, feeling the heat radiating from him flow onto the coolness of your own body. You lifted your gaze, admiring all of the bruises that were painted across his neck. You placed a few light kisses onto his shoulder and smiled to yourself.

He groaned lowly, stirring in his sleep. You rested your chin in the crease of his neck and shoulder and watched him carefully, waiting for him to open his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed once the blonde boy acknowledged how cold your body was compared to the warmth he had created for himself.

He shook his shoulders weakly, trying to get you to pry off.

"Get off," He whined, slurring his words. You snickered to yourself and pinched his shoulder blade. He flinched but managed to push you off his shoulder, and scooted away from you. You softly chuckled to yourself as you trailed your finger up and down the back of his spine. He glanced over his shoulder, brows furrowed.

"Why are you so fricking cold?" The rasp in his voice made your heart flutter.

You frowned. "John B's heater works like crap,”

He hummed in response. You pulled the blanket back up to your chin and hugged yourself, trying to prevent some sort of body warmth. You stared at the back of JJ’s head.

After a few minutes, you closed your eyes to attempt to get some rest. Somehow your body managed to fall back into the daze of sleep and you felt your conscious begin to slip away. That is until JJ began shifting around in bed with messy and blunt movements. You peered your eyes open with a lazy smile, seeing as how he had turned to face you.

He took in the sight of your messed-up hair and the way your lips and eyes puffed up slightly. He felt all sorts of adrenaline rushed as he looked at you. He wanted nothing more than just to look at you. Your cheeks were painted a light tone of pink, assumably from the cold.

"I'm cold." You closed your eyes and shoved the side of your face into the pillow.

"Hmm," He hummed. His hand reached forward and tucked a strand of misplaced hair behind your ear. "You are also extremely beautiful,"

The rasp in his voice sent chills down your already freezing body. His hand slid underneath your shirt and pulled you in by your waist, closer to him. Your skin was cold, compared to the warmth of his hand. His hand trailed up and down the curves of the side of your body, innocently playing with the waistband of the underwear you wore.

You looked up from the pillow as his hand rested on the dip of your waist. His hair was ruffled up and the blue in his eyes was vibrant underneath the glow that flew through the thin curtains. You reached your hands up and traced the outline of his jawline.

Waking up to JJ like this was your favorite part of your weekend. After the stressful week of working at the Cut with Kiara and her family, waking up in cold weather in your boyfriend's arms was, in your opinion, the universe's way of praising you.

"Good morning to you too," You said, blushing at his compliment. Your hands traced the many bruises on his neck. "These look good on you by the way,"

He smirked and leaned forward, kissing you gently. You felt your body begin to go warm as his hand fell to your hip, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm," You hummed pulling at the hair that sat at the nape of his neck. He smiled into the kiss, squeezing your hip quickly.

You pulled away and smiled at him sweetly. His hands wrapped around your body, indulging you in the warmth of his own.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked.

"Better," You mumbled into his chest, looking up at him.

JJ knew you had been struggling to sleep a lot due to the stress you were induring. You were working and studying hours nonstop and while he couldn't be more proud of you, he worried you were pushing yourself too much, something you tend to do frequently. He kissed your forehead and then your temple.

"The others aren't here right?" You said, looking over at the door as he kissed your temple again.

He shook his head, kissing your jaw in different places. You smiled, feeling the heat radiating from your skin underneath his lips.

"Good," You muttered. "Last time was not fun,"

"Last time you had half the clothes you have on now-" You shoved his face back and he laughed into your hand.

"We do not speak of that."

"John B was permanently scarred," He chuckled, reaching up to grab your wrist and plant a kiss on your palm.

"You initiated that, therefore, I'm blaming you," You poked his chest, smiling at him while he kissed the inside of your wrist gently.

"You just can't resist me," He leaned into your face, barely connecting your noses as he shot you a shit-eating grin.

"Nope," You said, popping the P with a cheeky look on your face. "I can't."

You closed the gap, kissing him a little rougher than before. The grip he had on your hip tightened as he pulled your body as close as he could to his own. His hand trailed up your spine and scratched at your back in a way he knew that drove you absolutely crazy. You pushed him onto his back and began hovering over him.

Unfortunately, you both heard the front door of the Chateau open and slam close, following after the voices of Kiara, Pope and John B fighting about something that was probably stupid.

You groaned, plopping beside JJ again and looking at the ceiling. It annoyed you how you weren't able to enjoy a single morning with just you and JJ without the others barging in at said point. It happened all the time. Somehow the only time you two had alone was ruined or interrupted. JJ groaned as the door shot open. He turned his head over his shoulder, still holding your body in his.

“Way to go cockblocker.” JJ said, unamused.

"Shit, sorry," John B stuttered. JJ glared at the brunette. Your body was hidden by JJs, causing you to lightly laugh to yourself.

"Don't worry, fully dressed this time," You shot from the side “Almost.."

"Thank god," Kiara shouted from the hallway. "That would've been the third time we've walked in while-"

"Point made Kiara!" You groaned.

"I need the room. Mrs. Grubbs asked for something she-" John B said leaning against the frame.

"Dude, give me at least,” He paused to think and then shot John B a look “20 minutes."

"You two are always sleeping around here," He groaned. "Cant you do your business somewhere else?"

JJ pursed his lips looking at you. "We do have the kitch-"

"Fine! Fine." John B shook his head. "God, keep the room."

He turned his back to leave. "20 minutes!"

"Gotcha!" JJ shot him a thumbs up.

He walked out the door and once you both heard the click of the door closing, JJ grabbed your body and flipped it underneath his own, causing you to let out a shriek and a string of giggles. He laid his body on top of your own, making sure not to push all his weight on top of you. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly while his head laid softly on your chest.

"20 minutes my ass," He mumbled into your chest. He smiled and closed his eyes, listening to the soft patter of your heart. He loved the sound of it.

"You're an idiot," You said, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him.

He moved his head, resting his chin on your chest, he reached up and pecked your lips.

"You love me," He said. You pushed his hair back and smiled.

"Yes I do," You admitted. "I really, really do."

You and JJ always had a sort of comfort with each other that no one in the group seemed to have. Not only romantically, but you both have always been the best of friends. You both were inseparable. You sought guidance in each other, you sought comfort in each other. Only recently have the two of you explored the obvious romantic feelings that were buried underneath so many excuses.

The wind from the outside mixed with the feelings of JJs body next to your own was a pleasure you never wanted to lose, waking up next to him every single day was something you didn't want to lose. Comfort was hard to find for both of you nowadays. But the feeling of your chest heaving up and down and his tight embrace around your waist, the two of you couldn't ask for anything else.

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Goodnight kiss - Professor Sycamore x GN! Reader

Birthed by this ask. Just a very short (about 340 word) fic.

Not necessarily explicit, but it is set just after sex, and that is mentioned. Also features kissing and smoking. Not proofread

Enjoy!

He’s smoking in bed again.

There’s a part of you that wants to scold him, to list off everything dreadful written on that cigarette box, but you can’t. If he were any other man, if he had not just made sweet, perfect love to you, you would have, easily, but it’s him. You wonder if he is as weak to cigarettes as you are to him.

His lids hang low over his beautiful blue eyes, they’re glazed over in the sleepy remnants of pleasure, his hair is ruffled just so. He’s sat up against the headboard, covers resting just under the salt-and-pepper curls on his chest. He looks so inviting.

He takes a drag from the poisonous stick held so carefully between his fingers, then the smoke billows from his lips. Oh, to be under those lips again… the thought makes your toes curl.

“Auggie,” you say softly, climbing onto the bed. He smiles, what a fantastic sight, and leans closer to you. “Kiss me,” you demand in perhaps the sweetest tone it can be uttered in.

He chuckles, it sounds as lush as always. He nods and closes his eyes, happily lessening the gap between the two of you.

You want to hate the taste, but you can’t, on his lips, and only on his lips, tobacco seems sweeter than ambrosia. He is so tender with you, his hand cups your face so cautiously, as his mouth moves languidly, but lusciously, against yours. You never want him to pull away, despite how impossible such a notion is.

“I love you,” he says candidly, gently stroking your cheek with the back of his slender hand. You swear you feel your heart flutter like delicate gossamer wings, you definitely feel your face warm. “I love you too,” you murmur.

Again you see that wonderful smile, it makes you so damn happy. He puts out his cigarette in his bedside ashtray. “Here my dear,” he says, lifting up the duvet. “Come join me.”

Gladly, you do, crawling beneath the covers, and right into his loving arms.

[analiza-beta]

Misha and Lyme

(A very late birthday gift for @lorata because I am a serial procrastinator, and could not for the life of me figure out the last section. It’s only *checks calendar* a month late! Set roughly half a year after Misha wins. I believe I read somewhere that Lyme took Claudius hiking, so loosely ties into that I suppose.)

In which Misha gets a tour of the Village, sort of.

The world outside Misha’s window is still asleep when Lyme rips off the covers of her bed. Abruptly cold, she shivers and kicks out to grab the blanket again, throwing it over her shoulders and nestling down to escape the freezing winds blowing through the room.

“Come on,” her mentor says, fondly exasperated, “you said you wanted to see the outside world, didn’t you? We agreed on today.”

Misha groans, and tries to melt into her mattress. Somehow, when she’d agreed to go hiking she hadn’t anticipated the whole waking up in the morning part.

“Any day now,” Lyme continues, and Misha doesn’t have to look at her to know she’s raising her eyebrows. Misha frowns, disgruntled at the prospect of getting up but throws her duvet off anyway, swinging her legs out of bed and onto the carpeted floor. Immediately regretting her choices, she flops back down and shivers.

“Fuck, it’s cold,” she whines, and wraps her arms around herself.

“You’ve been living in this district, how long exactly?” Lyme asks her, wryly. Misha wrinkles her nose, and pokes out a tongue. District Two is somewhat notorious for cold mornings. If you’re up before the sun, then you’re liable to freeze.

“I should probably get dressed, shouldn’t I?” Misha sighs, and rolls of the bed and up to her feet. Having opened her closet, she’s alarmed to find that there’s only three items hung up. Her confusion must show on her face, because Lyme snorts and gestures to the corner.

“If you hadn’t noticed, most of your clothes now live in the pile.” Ahh, so that’s where she’d put her leggings. She scrambles over, nearly slamming into Lyme in her sleep deprived haze. Snow on a shit-pile, she can’t believe she willingly woke up before eleven. Wasn’t the whole point of victory that you make your own schedule?

“Don’t diss Jeremy,” Misha tells her, pretending to be haughty about it. She cracks fast though, and she and Lyme share a laugh before Misha has to dredge out a shirt to wear. Satisfied that she won’t go back to sleep, Lyme moves toward the door again.

“I’ll go make us breakfast, you should probably find a jacket. Can always take it off, but just in case,” she tells her. “Anything specific you want?”

Misha considers, frowning in thought. “It’s gotta be quick, right?” After Lyme’s nod, she continues “can we have omelettes? The ones with the little bits of ham in them?”

“Sure thing. I’m assuming with a cup of far too much caffeine.” Lyme grins.

“Of course,” she snarks, and turns to frantically fish through Jeremy for a jacket. She could have sworn she had left one in there somewhere. Flinging aside a pair of old shorts, and some miscellaneous socks, she triumphantly raises her coat. “Aha! Fantastic.”

Lyme’s already downstairs, so Misha grabs her boots out from under the bed and pulls them up over her feet, tugging violently to avoid undoing the laces. Impatience is key to speed, Misha finds.

She frantically brushed her hair, suddenly invigorated by her earlier excitement the day before. She grabs it in a hunk and ties it back with an elastic, before bounding down the stairs, taking them three at a time.

The stairs creak beneath her feet, as she stomps down and jumps the final distance to the floor. “I’m ready,” she announces, shouting into the kitchen.

“Alright, I packed us lunch last night, can you fill up two water-bottles?” Lyme yells back to her, a yellow sheet busy frying on the pan.

“Sure,” Misha says ducking past her and over to the cabinets. Having successfully found the water-bottles — one blue and one purple — she slides over to Lyme, and head-butts her shoulder. It earns her a hair ruffle in return, and she smiles to herself as she turns on the tap. They stand in companionable silence, Misha screwing on the lids and Lyme flipping the last omelette onto its plate. When she’s done, Misha slips behind her and stealthily grabs her plate, making a quick getaway. She drops the water-bottles into the pack before unceremoniously stabbing her fork into the meal and stuffing it into her mouth.

“Careful,” Lyme calls to her, “it’d be a shame for a Victor to die choking on breakfast, huh?” Misha grins, until she has to catch the bit of omelette that fell out of her mouth. Lyme cackles at the sight, but still shakes her head fondly. Misha glares.

“Don’t say a word.”

Lyme rolls her eyes. “Drink your coffee and we’ll head off once we’ve eaten, okay?”

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When Lyme pushes the door open at 5:35 in the morning, backpack slung over her shoulder, Misha winces. There’s a thin layer of dew on the grass, clinging to the gutter and dripping down the web that a spider made in the corner of her gate. It only reinforces the cold, which Misha can still feel beneath all three of her layers.

Still, it’s nice out actually. The village is different in the early morning. From what she can tell, most of the others aren’t awake yet. Despite the hint of sun rising from the east, it’s still mostly dark outside, a thin layer of mist and fog rising as the temperature increases. Odin’s puttering around his garden, and when he notices them leaving, he offers a wave. Misha waves back cheerfully, before jogging to catch up to Lyme.

“Where are we going?” She asks, still eyeing the various signs of life in the village. Hera’s light is on, and one of Callista’s cats is poking its way behind a curtain on the other side of the path. Sometimes it strikes Misha that she’s part of this community now, that she’s an active member of the village. It’s still a little jarring to see these idols in real life. It’s even more jarring to be one of them. Misha can’t quite wrap her head around it.

“Just out to the lake, it’s a ways up from here, but we should make it up there easily.” Easy for her to say, Misha’s pretty sure her mentor could climb a vertical wall with the amount of muscle she has. She wasn’t so lucky; at 5’11, she’s one of the shortest in the village.

“Where is it?” She asks, leaning forward to wrap her hand around Lyme’s elbow. Lyme points to a clearing up the mountains, a break between the forest cover. It’s surrounded by rocks and Misha can almost make out a shimmer of blue against the stone face.

“See up there,” she says, gesturing above it. “There’s a reservoir from before the Dark Days. It’s not functional any more, so it’s open to the village as a pool.” Misha can faintly make out what she’s talking about; one of the misshapen grey blobs she’d noticed earlier is larger than the others, stretching wider and farther. It mustn’t be a rock then.

“Are we going swimming?” Misha asks, and Lyme cocks her head to the side before answering.

“We can if you want. Though, I’ve never swum before.” Neither has Misha, though the both of them have been thrown into icy water before. Standard centre procedure to ensure that their tributes don’t die of accidental drowning. That probably doesn’t count as swimming, does it?

“Could be good to learn. Things are always more fun when there’s a threat of death.” Lyme gives her the concerned mentor look at that, cuffing her on the head.

“Sure they are,” she says sceptically, and leads Misha forward.

They continue to meander down the cobbled path, until they reach the high, metal gates that guard the village. Misha’s favourite guard, a woman named Vania with a wicked sense of humour, signs them out. She winks at Misha as they walk out the gate.

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The mountains surrounding the village are bracketed with thick forestry and slippery, unstable rocks and by the time they make it to the top, Misha’s soaked in sweat that sticks to her hair to her forehead. Lyme somehow looks unbothered, which how. Lyme notices her incredulity, and grins.

“Girl, you’re only six months out, of course you’re not at your peak.” Misha wrinkles her nose. That may be true, but it’s no less annoying. She’s still the best with swords though; no matter how fresh from the arena she may be. Her skill with the sword never diminished. It’s like a muscle, the memory locked in her brain; a dance she can never forget, the steps ingrained as much as any other part of her.

She leans over her knees to catch her breath, inhaling sharply. By the time she stands again, her back aches from the sudden movement. Now that she’s in less pain, she can finally feel the extent of the sweat, her shirt stuck to her back.

“Gross,” she mutters, peeling it off and whipping it twice, before removing her jacket from her waist and chucking it onto the ground unceremoniously. She groans, arching her back to crack it. Lyme, whose busied herself with the food since they arrived, gestures to the area behind Misha.

“You can check it out if you want,” she says, and Misha narrows her eyes in suspicion. She’s curious, yes, but over the half year since moving to the village, she’s gotten used to Lyme’s mentoring tricks. She gives her mentor a once over, and - detecting no lies, she nods quickly.

“What’ll you do while I’m gone,” she asks, and when Lyme tells her she’ll set up lunch, Misha takes that as her cue to leave. Maybe it’s not a trick.

“Okay, can I go in the water? It’s way too hot,” she asks, gesturing to her burning cheeks. She shucks off her shoes to explore without waiting for an answer.

Lyme nods, shoulders shaking with a repressed laugh and that’s permission enough.

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Hours later, Misha lies on the bank, dripping water and with her hair stuck to her forehead. Lyme, who’s divvied up the sandwiches and is cracking open a can, looks over at her. Misha glances back, raising an eyebrow. She’s not done anything wrong; there’s no reason for Lyme to give her the Mentor Look.

She twists her head back to look upward at the canopy, resting her neck on a log. The light is fading now, and they’ll have to head back soon, but Misha finds the scenery oddly charming. The leaves and brush are dark and curling, and bright spots of orange light dance across the clearing. Lyme had once told her they were sex demons, but she knows Emory and Brutus call them fireflies.

She digs her teeth into her sandwich, and the meat tastes like ash and freedom. When she notices Lyme watching, a complicated expression on her face, Misha just smiles.

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Pairing - Prince Tom Holland x Princess Reader

Summary - You fall ill, not knowing what it could be. Tom takes care of you every step of the way.

Warnings - Slight angst, sadness.

A/N - 1600-1700s Period.

Early, in the morning you stir lightly, around in the bed. Tom peeping his eyes open, notices you haven’t got barely any cover on your shoulders.

“Sh,Sh Darling, It’s ok,” Tom whispers to you as he pulls the silk, duvet over you. He kisses your forehead, hearing you sigh peacefully as you snuggle back into his warm, toned chest.

Winter is coming, it’s quiet cold especially in the early morning and late afternoon. Tom added extra blankets to protect you from the cold, not wanting you to fall sick.

You drifted back to sleep with Tom, until Breakfast has been served. Warm in his embrace, just as you need and should be.

“Mm, Good Morning, My Love,” Tom whispers, seeing as your awake. Nuzzling his nose into you, you giggle.

“Good morning, Tommy,” You breathed out in between Tom’s stolen kisses from your lips, never gets old.

“You hungry, Darling?” Tom teases as he hears your stomach, he kisses your forehead taking your hand as you nod.

“You, My Dear! Stay in bed until I get your clothes,” Tom got himself dressed, well almost dressed.

“Do you need help with that?” You teased back, smiling at him as he nods, “Sit, on the bed,”

You sit up, still got the cover around your figure. It hugs all your curves ever so beautifully, Tom smirks as you start to do up his shirt button.

“Don’t, get cocky with me! Tom,” You give him a playful look, “I don’t know, what your on about,” Tom states, “But thank you, My Love,” he kisses you sweetly, on the lips.

“Your welcome, baby,” You ruffle his hair, hugging the covers further against you as you watch Tom suggest dresses to you.

“What about?” Tom pauses to look through your wardrobe, so many dresses to choose from, “This one?” He pulls a blue one with gold on it.

“That seems good,” You smile, Tom passing you it with your petty coat and other under garments.

You nod to Tom’s words, he helps to tie up your corset. You feel kind of dizzy but brushing it off as you just being hungry, luckily Tom didn’t notice.

“Beautiful as ever, Darling,” Tom kisses your cheek, he takes your hand leading the way to the great hall to have breakfast.

Pushing the door open you see a huge table full of delicious food, suitable plates and cutlery also being at the table for you.

“Good Morning, My Dears,” Nikki, smiled. Being Tom’s mother, she made a val to look after you too. 

Harry, Sam and Paddy all look up, saying hello too with a small wave. All of the family adore you being a princess, who is kind and gentle. Now being the same person but as a royal title, Queen.

“Good morning,” You smile at Tom’s family now your own as well, you didn’t except Tom to pull out a chair for you but he did.

“Thank you,” You whisper, “No problem, Darling,” he kisses your cheek.

“Good morning, mum,” Tom smiles back at her kissing her on the cheek, just as he sits down.

You had a cup of tea poured, “Your Majesty,” You nod, letting them know you are appreciative. You didn’t feel yourself, feeling quite nauseous halfway through breakfast.

You continued to have chocolate and strawberries with pancakes, loving the way the delicacy hit your tongue. However, when it hit your stomach you didn’t feel too good.

Tom noticed your sudden change in breathing and movements, cutting his mother off.

“Darling,” Tom panicked, seeing you go pale and slightly dizzy. He noticed you couldn’t breathe, jumping up as his family gasped at how suddenly, you looked.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, Y/N try to breathe,” Tom said after he ripped open your corset, rather quickly allowing you to breathe. His mother went wide eyed with shock with his brothers.

Tom took off his suit, jacket to wrap it around your shoulders. So you are warm and covered up.

You breath heavily out, as your sit nauseous.

“Tom, I’m going to be sick,” You whimper out, Tom grabbed a empty bowl, “Here,” as you let the contents of your breakfast go, Tom is holding your hair and rubbing your back.

“It’s ok, Darling,” Tom whispers, sweet nothings in your ear as he try’s to calm your breathing pattern down.

“Can you go get a cloth and a bucket of warm water,” Nikki, asked the servant. They bowed and went to get the contents.

“Thank you,” Nikki said to the servant, “Here, darling,” she placed the wet, warm cloth on your forehead.

Your still sitting on the chair as Tom didn’t want to move you too sudden.

“You should take her to bed, I’ll call for the doctor and make sure to get her comfortable,” Nikki, told Tom, “You boys, go wash yourself’s up please best behaviours,”

“Thank you, mum,” Tom reply’s, “Anytime, sweetheart,” Nikki nods going down the hall to beckon a doctor.

“Tommy,” You whimper out, “I feel dizzy,”

“I know, Darling but I’m going to get you comfortable in bed,” Tom lifts you up effortlessly, even in your puffy, dress.

Every servant down the hall, saw Tom carrying you to your chambers. Panicking alerting in them as their Queen is ill.

Tom lays down you down on the bed, he gets out a night, gown for you to change to feel comfortable.

“I’m going to help you, My Love,” Tom kisses your forehead, “I don’t think you should be kissing me,” You try to giggle.

“Non, sense,” Tom slides the dress off of you with the other layers of clothing, you have on.

“This arm thru, then we are done,” Tom smiles, pulling the cover over you as you shiver.

The Doctor knocks “comes thru,” Tom answered.

“Your Majesty’s,” He bows to you and Tom.

“I’ve had a beckon from lady Nikki, unfortunately, Your Majesty, The Queen has symptoms of Dizziness and Sickness,” The doctor speaks, “Am I Correct?” He takes out his tools, to repair to check you.

“Yes, unfortunately that seems to be the case,” Tom firmly, confirms not wanting to seem weak but it is a dismal time when your wife is sick.

The doctor does all the medical procedures that are necessary, due to your condition.

“I believe, that it is unknown at what you have,” The doctor confirms, “However, I will check up on your Majesty, again later in the afternoon. If you see any changes, Your highness. Please let me know,” Tom nods, “Good, day Your Grace,”

“Thank you, good day,” Tom nods.

The doctor shuts the door, “How are you feeling, Darling?” Tom sits by your side, holding your hand.

“I’m feeling better, I need a drink,” Tom passed you a drink, “That’s good, Darling,” he kisses your forehead, rubbing your hand softly.

“If the Doctor, doesn’t know what you have. Then who will?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows, “I’m sure, I’ll be fine,” You try to smile to lighten up the mood.

“Your sick, My Love,” Tom sighs, “What do you feel now?”

“Tired,” You flutter your eye lids, “ok well you Rest, Sweetheart. I’ll get the maid to keep an eye on you and I’ll talk to my mother,”

“Love you, Darling,” Tom kisses your forehead, yet again.

“Love you too, Tommy,” You smile as you drift to sleep, comfortable.

Tom rushes to see his mother, immediately as he turns around the corner Nikki is walking up to him.

“I’ve got bad news,” Tom frowns, looking down at the ground.

“Really, because I’ve got good news!” Nikki smiles, clapping her hands, “But what is the bad news?” She questioned, curiously.

“I don’t know how any good news can come out of this but the Doctor said, he doesn’t know why Y/N is ill of health,” Tom breathes out, “I’m grateful, at least I got her breathing properly,”

“My Dear Son,” Nikki took his hand looking up into his eyes, “You do not need to worry about Your Queen being ill because technically she isn’t,” she shakes her head.

“How come? What could it possibly be?” Tom questioned, interrupting his mother.

“It is good, I promise. I Don’t think Y/N, even knows herself,” Nikki went on, “Y/N is with Child, Tom. She isn’t ill,” She smiled at her son, bringing him in for a hug as clearly, Tom is lost for words.

“What Really? Why couldn’t she breath,” Tom questioned further, curiously. He’s smiling and excited with the news, no wonder why the doctor didn’t know.

“I’m guessing you pulled her corset, a bit too tight, Maybe? she has a growing baby in there now,” Nikki explained, “But if the corset was not that tight, then maybe Y/N was panicking because she felt sick and dizzy. Yet again due to the baby,”

“It must of been the latter. Y/N likes me to pull her corset In because the maids do it too tight, apparently,” Tom nods, “Oh Yh, she did mention that to me once,” Nikki gives a cheeky, smile to her son.

“Oh ok,” Tom gulps, embarrassed, “Don’t be embarrassed, we all been there,” Nikki laughed out, “Now come, we need to go to the kitchen to get Y/N food and Drink. Can’t have her sick, while pregnant. You especially, need to look after her Thomas Holland,”

“Yes, of course Mother,” Tom agrees not daring to (even if King) to disagree but at last, they walk to the kitchen.

“Your Majesty, Lady Nikki,” The servants and maids, who they pass by either bowled or curtseyed to them.

Tom nods as he tells them to repair a meal for you, Nikki giving suggestions on what you should eat in particular to Tom.

“Thank you, I’ll take it in for her and explain,” Tom told his mum, “ Anytime, Thomas,” Nikki walked away, letting Tom go into your chambers alone.

Tom pops the tray down on the draws as he sees you still peacefully, asleep. He comes to your bedside, stroking your head as you let out soft snores.

“Darling,” Tom whispers, “Wake up, My Love,” He kisses your forehead, he shakes you just a little bit to see your eyes start to flutter.

You stir, opening your eyes to your king. “Darling, I’ve got you food and Drink. Do you feel any better?” Tom smiles, letting you come to surface where you are.

“Oh, hi Tommy,” You giggle, “Yh, I do feel better,” You mumble, Tom leans down to kiss your lips sweetly into a passionate kiss.

“Tom, you shouldn’t be kissing me! I’m ill, remember?” You pout, not wanting him to be sick too.

“Darling,” Tom grins, “I have something to tell you, I’m really excited about. I hope you will be too!” He now, sitting by your side.

“What is it?” You look curiously, at him as you stroke his hand.

“Your not sick like that, Beautiful,” Tom shakes his head, kissing your hand looking into your beautiful eyes with his own, “Your, Your with Child, My Love,” he smiles, brightly.

“Oh,” You widen your eyes and mouth with a smile across your face, “Oh” you giggle, “Tommy, we are really stupid!”

“I know, I can’t believe I thought you was ill. My own mother, actually told me,” Tom laughed, “we aren’t that stupid, I suppose because even the Doctor didn’t figure it out,”

You nodded, just being amused that you have a little one in your stomach.

“Explains, why I have a slight bump. It’s very faint but it’s still there,” You tell Tom as you touch your stomach, rubbing it to feel the bump, “I thought I was just bloated, to be fair,”

As Tom watches you with full of love within his eyes, long forgotten about your food. You take his larger, hand placing it on your stomach.

You already pulled the covers back and lifted your night gown, so he can feel your bare skin.

“Feels magical, Darling,” Tom smiles full of Grace as he smooths his hand over your skin, “So, fucking beautiful! My Queen,” He leans In whispering those sweet words in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Tom places his hand onto your jaw line as he gently pulls you in for a kiss. You bring your arms around him as you deepen the kiss with slipping, your tongue inside his mouth.

“You need to eat, Darling,” Tom pulls away, you pout as you didn’t feel his lips on yours anymore.

“I know, I know but eat this and we can kiss all you want,” Tom passes the tray, onto your lap.

You take your spoon and had some soup.

You pass Tom your tray as you finish wiping your mouth, “Thanks,” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

Tom’s supervisor took every royal business on hand, helping Tom out for him to look after you.

“Now, let me get changed into something a little more comfortable,” Tom changes, climbing into bed with you.

The candles now, burning dimly and slowly. You and Tom look at each other with pure Essence, in your eyes as you hold onto to one another.

Tom’s finger tips trailing from your foot, up to your leg and reaching your stomach.

“Your hands are always so soft, I love it,” You purr, Tom smirking at you as he leans down kissing your tummy, “My sweet little one, being our little Prince or Princess. Your mummy and Daddy, loves you so much,” he whispers to your baby.

The baby of course, isn’t developed where it can kick yet but Tom couldn’t resist his sweet words to your tummy.

“Tom,” You giggle, “what,” he smiled looking up innocently, feathering his finger tips across your tummy.

“Your too sweet, My King,” You giggle more, “Your sweeter, My Queen,” Tom smirked, kissing your lips with such sweetness nothing compares. His way of showing his love to you, will always send butterflies down to your core.

Tom curls bounced in his face when he went forward towards you, now his lips deepening into yours. You move his hair back, running your hands into his gorgeous, curly locks. Intensifying, the match stick flames you have between your’s and Tom’s bodies.

“God, My preys has been answered,” Tom mumbles as he pulls away, “You said that on our wedding day,” You laugh, looking at him as you still run your hand through his hair.

“Well, I said it again, My Love,” Tom whispers, “Your with child, that’s the greatest news since our wedding day,” You giggle out as Tom talks so heavenly to you, “Gorgeous like always, Darling,”

“Says yourself, Thomas,” You grin back cheeky.