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ohcaptains · 3 years ago

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on this day in history;

or, the prologue to History Buff.

pairing. druig x eternal!female! reader warnings. sexually explicit lang, public sex? kind of, female receiving oral and penetration, pussy slapping (yep) female receiving choking and...i dunno just pls read at ur own risk. an. girlies...this is not historically accurate i did not exist during tudor england but we move. this acts as the prologue to history buff, which yall should read first, or not do what u want i guess. also, thank u sm for the love on this series i am emo about it all

PROLOGUE // PART ONE // PART TWO

synopsis. on this day in history, druig stole the famous tudor diamond, belonging to henry, prince of wales. then he fucked you in it while they tried to get it back.

18th February 1504.

The pair of you had been together for thousands of years. 1504 was just another year, in just another century. Another year to sightsee.

On this day in history, Prince Henry was formally created Prince of Wales. Henry VII was king, and for the event of Prince Henry’s new title, he held a ball at Richmond Palace. Druig and you had left Peru for a while – wanted to see what was happening with the world while you lived in the off-the-grid peace and serenity of your compound.

Turns out, a lot.

The palace was alive with friends of the King and Prince Henry, dancing to the orchestra playing light and jaunty music. The pair of you were standing off to the side watching the dancing. Watching Prince Henry mingle with the guests, Catherine of Aragon trailing after him.

Druig sipped his wine from next to you, “Is he actually the prince of Wales though? Like what does that mean?”

He hovered above you, never far from sight. He’d introduced you to everybody as his wife, as ‘immortal lover’ wasn’t really an acceptable title. So, he was doing his ‘Husbandly duties’ (As he’d called them) by never leaving your side. Eyeing anybody who was eyeing you, his intense stare keeping them far away.

You shrugged, sipping your wine. “I dunno, there’s nice wine though.” Druig snorted, “Is that why we’re here, for the wine?” “We’re here because we were invited, you know, as we’re noble.”

Druig had used his powers to blag your way in. Said that he was a distant cousin, royalty, a noble person, whatever that meant. To them, it meant introducing the pair of you to everybody who would listen. They’d just finally let you be. “Rigggght right right, noble.” He motioned to himself, “explains why I’m wearing ruffles.” You frowned up at him in response. “You look nice,” you pouted. Druig tugged at his outfit, “I look stupid.” “You look nice,” you pressed, nudging him with your hip, which was nestled somewhere underneath the thick layers of your dress. You weren’t lying, he did look nice, with his low-neck white chemise, breeches style trousers and doublet jacket. He was even wearing a sword. It was strapped to the right side of his waist, glinting in the candlelight.

He caught you giving him a once over, and his mouth curved into a cheeky grin. You looked up at him just as he leaned into you, blue eyes wild with mischief. Your face immediately lit up upon seeing his smile. He wiggled his brows at you, “you wanna get under my ruffles?”

His eyes glinted blue; lips strained pink. You focused on his lips as you slowly sipped on your wine. Then, glanced at his eyes again. Carried on tasting your wine while you repeated the motion, hiding your growing smile in your cup while Druig’s face heated. You liked doing that, communicating through silence, and it seemed to work because he licked his lips and began chewing on them – evidently flustered from your gaze. You watched him raise his brows, dip lower and tilt his head. “Are you eye fucking me right now? In front of the King of England?”

His words always had an immediate effect on you, and this was no different as you felt your belly flip over. Felt a rush of adrenaline flood through you. It didn’t matter that the feeling was familiar, it was thrilling all the same. You liked it when he teased you. Switched his tone to something mischievous — loved it, even. The fun came in pretending you didn’t though. Looking away, trying to hide its effect. Druig leaned in closer, his eyes glinting. He tilted his head the other way. “In front of the monarch? And his son?” His face was so close that you were breathing his air. Feeling his warmth, his body brushing against yours. His eyes widened in mock surprise, “And his soon to be wife?” he whispered, tone awestruck. He silently gasped and covered his mouth. Whenever he got like that, time had taught you that it was best to let him finish. He shook his head, “Sweetheart…” and he stood back and put his hands on his hips. “I don’t recognise you.”

A smile was bubbling at the back of your throat. “Tudor England and you’re still like this.”

“You’re the one that was giving me the eyes.”

“Which eyes?”

His hand came into view, and you let it consume your jaw, his fingers gently squishing your cheeks. With his hand, he tilted your head back and looked at you from under his lashes, “These eyes.”

Your stomach tightened. The feeling went straight to your gut — made you clench your thighs together; made your fingers tighten around your cup. As he carried on studying you, heat rushed to your cheeks. He could always sense it. Could smell it, even, see it on your face -- or in the way you’d begin to fidget. Standing there, with your fingers pushing into your palms, then fiddling with the fabric of your dress.

You knew it was because of his power, his ability to sense people’s thoughts, but something deep inside of you believed it was because you were linked, through heaven and earth. Connected, not through choice, but destiny. Like when he touched you, and your skin went electric, then he would let go, and it would turn empty again, quiet, just waiting for him to touch you again.

He let go of your face. Began looking around the banquette hall to around to see if anybody saw. When he turned back to you, you were looking up at him, all dreamy-eyed. The feeling of it ran through you, the glazed look, out of focus, but still focusing on him.

You licked your lips, and rose your brow, asking, first, with a quirk of your lips. Then, “These eyes?”

Sometimes you wondered how you got here. How you had moulded a place for the pair of you in time. In history. How history would mould you. And Druig would look at you, sniff a laugh and say, My love, we’re history makers. The look that he was wearing when he’d said those words was on his face now.

You felt his fingers brush yours for a second, then they took your hand. That electric feeling was there again. He had never looked more beautiful than he did then. Wearing his costume for the evening, wearing the sword that had won hundreds of battles, holding your hand in his and saying, “follow me.”

The pair of you burst through the heavy doors and into the hallway. You glanced around, taking in the lavish red and gold furnishings, the thick patterned rug, and paintings of old kings, but no guards. “Okay, looks like there is—”

It was amazing, how quick Druig could move. Before you could finish your sentence or even your thought, your back was against the hallway wall and his lips, moulded to yours. Gentle at first, like he always was with you. Testing the waters, even if just for a second. He tasted warm, like wine, and the accompanying gasp that left your throat from his speed was cut off when he held you there, rubbing his thumb against your jugular.

Not squeezing, just resting, holding you steady. Kissing Druig was always a holy act. An act of God, whether it was a chaste peck or a stolen kiss in a palace hallway, with a painting of Henry V staring down at you. His touch at your waist was light from over your tight corset. Okay, you thought.

You wanted to open your eyes. Wanted to see him, see his wild black hair and thick eyelashes, wanted to see him kissing you in the hallway of Richmond palace, then do the right thing and put a stop to it. But the feel of him against you was all-consuming.

The hand at his stomach that you’d thought to push him away with, closed around his thin white chemise. You wanted it off, wanted it all off, wanted him against you in a locked room, or even here. With the way he was kissing you right now, all tongue and precision, you’d easily let him take you against the wall. Push your skirts up and open you wide, fill you up, groan your name so loud that all the dead kings and queens could hear.

Okay, you thought. Then, “okay,” you breathed. Mouth opened against him, fingers struggling to find the beginning of his trousers. If you’d have looked up, you would have seen Druig staring down at you, lust-filled eyes brilliant and alive, lips were swollen with you, from you.

But you didn’t, and you didn’t hear the door opening from down the hall either. Druig’s hands stopped yours. You snapped your head to him to see what the matter was, but he was looking away. Looking at the man coming towards you, carrying a stack of papers.

When the man’s eyes zeroed in, he gave you a wary look. Panic shot through you, thinking about all the possible eventualities from this event. Then his eyes glowed gold. You looked at Druig. His eyes were the same shade. “Keep on walking,” he ordered, “you didn’t see anything.”

The man passed by without a word. Mesmerised, you looked to Druig. It didn’t matter how often you had seen him use his powers; it was always exhilarating. When the unwanted guest left the hallway, Druig took your hand. “Let’s find a door with a lock.”

Halfway down the hallway, Druig had gotten distracted. He’d wandered into an open office and told you to stay at the door as a lookout.

“Druig, what is it? let’s go,” you whispered, motioning him out of the room. You couldn’t see what he was doing in there, but it didn’t take him long, because he was out in thirty seconds flat, a shit-eating grin marring his face.

Cheeks red with the thrill of it all, he took your hand again and said, “come on,” like you were the one getting side-tracked. He dragged you down the hall for about a metre before you stopped, “me come on?” and screwed your face up. “You’re the one who got distracted,” you stated, eyes annoyed.

Druig opened the random door beside you, “God woman, you can never keep quiet, can you?” and before you could complain, he pulled you into the nearby room, shut the door and turned the key. You stumbled in, still frustrated. You threw your hands up, ready to rage at him, “thousands of years and you’re still an aggravating as—"

“I got you a present.”

You gasped, “You got me a present?”

All previous anger was dispelled. Druig wasn’t fazed by your quick change of emotions – he was used to it at that point. He nodded, hands behind his back. He motioned his head behind you, “Go stand in front of the mirror.”

And from his pocket, he slipped something glistening in the candlelight. Green and bright, perhaps the shiniest thing you’ve ever seen. His fingers pinched each end and he wrapped it around your shoulders, letting you see the diamonds drooping from its main string of jewels. Wordlessly, he attached it around the back of your neck. Royalty watched down on the pair of you, him behind you in the mirror, you, reaching up to touch the necklace, a snapshot in time. Words failed.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Druig whispered. You saw, rather than felt his fingers curl over your shoulders – too busy feeling the weight of the necklace to feel anything else. It begged to be looked at, too. If you could have looked at anything else, you would be noticing Druig resting his cheek on the side of your head, smiling into your hair. “Nice?” you finally whispered. With your fingers running over the jewels, you shook your head. “It’s…”

You met his eyes in the mirror. “…we can’t keep it.” “You worry too much.” “Druig, it probably cost thousands of Gold coins to be made.” He scrunched his face up, “Okay? And look how good you look in it, worth more than money.”

You did look good in it. It complemented the softness of your skin, the glint in your eye and the shine in your hair. It was completely breathtaking – a long, choker-like string of diamonds with a large Emerald centred in the middle, attached by a line of jewels. Beside it lay similar jewels, hanging off the main string, but no diamond as large as the one in the middle. That was worth hundreds alone.

“When I saw it in the room beside this one…” his fingers slipped around your waist, large palms splaying over the material, heating you from above the thick fabric. His mouth got closer to your ear, and his warm breath forced you into him, begging for more. In the mirror, you saw yourself get pulled closer to him and just as quick, the top of his sword jabbed into your back. “I thought, that’s going on my girl’s neck.”

“You act as if this world belongs to us.” His mouth erupted into a teasing, broad smile, and his voice resembled warm wine when he drawled, “does it not?”

His voice haunted your dreams. Flooded through your body like a shot of adrenaline. Drove you crazy, most days, forced you completely against him, now, with his hands around your waist and your head resting on his shoulder. “You can walk out of here with it on, and nobody would dare say a word.” Reflected in the mirror, his finger trailed up your stomach, slowly, moving with lazy precision.

“Nobody would dare touch you,” he whispered, then flicked his baby blues to the mirror and smirked, big and wide, dancing his finger over your cleavage. You sucked in a breath. “Except me,” he finished. “That goes without saying,” you rushed out; his responding chuckle echoed throughout your soul. “You got that right Acushla.”

That name, that fucking name. Thousands of endearing terms and that was your favourite, the one he knew made your heart soar, made you go all liquid and alive. His hand flattened out on your collarbones, moved up and up, over the prized jewels and around your throat. He grinned, “you’re giving me the eyes again.”

“God,” you sobbed, and twisted in his grip, wrapping your arms about his neck and kissing him, full of wanting and need. His chuckle of surprise filled your ears and it drove you on, made you shove your body against him like you wanted to become him, climb inside his body and live there amongst his contained chaos. All warm and fuzzy, slick with his permeating desire. His puffy pink lips tasted like wine, bitter with berries, bursting with body, but it was his tongue that you got drunk on as he slipped it into your mouth.

All this from a little theft. It’s just a necklace, you told yourself, just a stupid necklace, and then you weren’t thinking anymore, because Druig had his hand on your throat again and he was using it to steer you against the desk.

The books and sheets of paper fell to the floor as you pushed yourself on it, the fabric of your dress big and bulky, but Druig managed to slip between your legs nonetheless. Between kisses, his voice punctuated, “hate this century, its fashion makes it so hard to fuck you on the go.”

The laugh that burst from your mouth was loud and uncontained. Druig pushed your ruffles back. “The Greeks had the right idea,” he grumbled, white tuffs being pushed into view, and you grabbed it all, collecting it all around your waist. The cool air hit your bare thighs, then met your lack of undergarments.

He used his body to keep the fabric pushed between you, then met your mouth again with a pleased grin. “All you wore then was a sheet of fabric,” he remembered, looking down at you from under his lashes. His eyes went glossy with the memory, “that was when the world knew true peace.”

“Ugh, shut up,” and you kissed him again, took the back of his head and pulled him against you, his sword knocking against the top of your thigh, made you wiggle your legs around him wider, and something else long and hard pushed against you. As your mouth opened in surprise, his tongue slipped in again and he kissed you like a madman, all slick with his desperate need to touch you, like he wanted to consume you.

So eager, so filled with yearning for you that your skin heated, belly tightened, the ache between your legs forcing you to clip your knee around his ass and push him into you further. His mouth filled with the sound of your moan, loud, obsessed, dripping with obscenity, so filthy that Druig grabbed your neck and pushed you flat against the desk with it.

You gasped, hands instantly coming round to grab his wrist as the ceiling of the office came into view. “Shit, what,” you whispered, dizzy eyes rolling to find Druig standing above you, lazily smirking.

You felt the jewels push into his hand, couldn’t see them anymore, just the length of Druig’s muscular forearm as it held you in place. Chest heaving, thighs tense, you drunkenly blinked up at him. “S’always like this with you, isn’t it? So easy to manipulate.”

The desk was cool against your burning body. Something hard dug into your shoulder, probably a book or something, but you were far too busy trying to calm down to notice. Your pussy ached, begged to be touched and you swear you could feel it spreading its slick need over the edge of the desk, this random man’s desk and you imagined its owner coming in and finding you here, spread open with Druig choking you out.

Wordlessly, you begged to be touched, rose your hips up into the air, dying for something, some friction, just to quell the twinge. He answered your pleas with the tips of his fingers, brushing over your mound. “Oh please,” you cried, but Druig didn’t hear you or didn’t care, because he moved his fingers away from you. “Like my own little toy, huh? My little plaything.”

“Druig,” you choked, and he squeezed tighter. Just a little tug, controlled, careful with you. Your fingers dug into his wrist, leaving red nail marks over his fair skin. “What is it, pretty girl? You want it now?”

“Yes, yes.” Your pussy clenched and you raised your hips again, felt its wet heat dripping down your thighs and ass, so god damn desperate. It was always like this with you, always.

Sometimes Druig quickly gave you what you wanted, but most times he dragged it out of you, slowly, painfully, because he liked playing with you, like seeing how far he could take it, seeing just out wild and crazy you’d get with it, where you’d go, to see what you’d say, the sounds you’d make, like now, as he slapped your wet cunt and your back arched, an eager sound bursting from your throat.

You heard it echo through the room, your soaked skin, the choking sound you made as you tried to close your legs but couldn’t, so instead you gasped, and your brain snapped to a familiar mode, “please, please Druig, please.” “Ahh, that’s it. Didn’t even have to ask, knew it was in that big brain of yours. My smart girl.” You nodded at his words because that’s all you could do. All you could do instead of begging and wailing and yeah, you could take his arm off of you and take what you wanted, but that wasn’t how things went now, was it? Druig had wormed himself into your head and made it bleed his name. Finally, he slipped his fingers into your wet heat and began rubbing at you. Lazily, but in controlled circles, pushing at your clit and making you wheeze. Your eyes pushed shut; all you could hear was the drenched sound of you, your heavy breathing, Druig’s little coos of appreciation and the loud sound of music coming from downstairs. The rumble of the guests talking and violins and pianos, cheering as glasses clinked together and then you whimpering as his touches built up and he hit a nerve, forced your hips up and into his hand as your want leaked out of you.

But then, warmth.

You blinked open and raised your head, saw Druig standing between your legs as a trail of spit dribbled from his mouth and went between your legs, and you felt it slide from your clit and down your slit. “Jesus Christ,” you breathed. Druig’s eyes snapped to yours, bright and feral, cheeks flushed and he beamed, all smiles. Didn’t say a word as he released your neck and bent his head down, grabbed your thighs and spread you wider.

You swiftly pawed at your dress, pulling it back so he could get better access and then his mouth was on your clit, his tongue tasting his spit and you, leaking into his mouth now. Black filled your vision as your eyes rolled into your head. Blood roared in your ears, the sound of the piano distant and faint, you could barely hear yourself sobbing, saying, please, even though you’d gotten what you wanted. Would always get it, with him. Like a new god damn necklace.

You remembered telling him that, years ago.

Saying god I want a nice necklace, doesn’t even have to be fancy and now you’ve got a giant emerald sitting on your chest. It made you weep, then Druig’s mouth made you whine, made you grind your pussy into his mouth, begging for more. “Stop squirming,” he ordered, words muffled from your skin. He clenched his hands around your thighs to stop you from moving, then pushed one into your stomach, stopping your back from rising.

You wanted to get a look at him. Wanted to see his dark tufts of hair between your legs and his tongue, spreading you open, but your arms were like jelly -- couldn’t lean on your elbows.

But you felt him, anyway, felt him nuzzle his big nose against your clit and shove his tongue into your aching hole. “Oh fuck!” you cried. Druig’s hand shot out and covered your mouth. He laughed into you, the sound going straight to your clit. You covered his hand with your own.

“That was loud,” he stated simply. It was loud, you could still hear it echoing in your ears and in the distance, you heard a low rumble of voices. Druig got up from your legs, then pulled his hands from your mouth. “What?” you asked, resting onto your elbows. They ached with the pressure. “They’re coming,” he stated simply. Then reached down and popped the button of his breeches. You fully sat up now, still holding your dress at your waist. “Who, who’s coming?” you frowned. Druig looked at you, his mouth puffy and wet. It twitched, seeing your big eyes and blown pupils. You were so dazed that you hadn’t noticed him pulling his trousers down. He moved closer and held your cheek in his hand, looking at your lips as he spoke. “They’re coming to see what the noise was. Can you not hear them?”

No, you couldn’t hear them. Could barely hear anything over the ringing in your ears, the beating of your heart, Jesus, your body was its own orchestra with how far he’d wound you. Panic seized you, but Druig didn’t seem all that bothered. He pushed your dress back as you looked around wildly. “Well, we have to go!” you exclaimed. “Yeah, in a bit.” He shrugged his shoulders, got even closer. “In a bit?” you frowned. “What if they come in?” “The doors locked.” “How will we get out?”

He didn’t answer you. Just pushed your thighs open again, fidgeted you around while you looked at him as if he was crazy. “Druig how--” “Hey,” he said, grabbing your cheeks. His heated blue eyes found yours. You saw him now, fully. Saw the fierceness in his pupils, how his cheeks bloomed pink and wet lips coiled with want.

The ticking of his vein in his jaw, the clench of it, too, as he tried to control himself. He rose his chin, then rose his brows. His previous words flowed through you: you can walk out of here with it on, and nobody would dare say a word. For a second, you forgot how true that was. His voice brought you back to him, “You with me?” he whispered. Yes, forever and always.

You nodded quickly, nodded so fast it gave you whiplash and Druig grinned, kissed you with his wet mouth and you tasted the musk of you, the tang of him and then you felt his fingers between your legs, spreading your wetness over you.

Then, wordlessly, he started to tug at himself, spreading you on him. You pulled the fabric of your dress as far up as you could, could just about see his length, hard and heavy and then it didn’t matter anymore, because he was slipping it inside of you, the position letting you feel him completely.

Oh god, okay, you thought. Then you couldn’t think anymore because Druig was pulling your legs around him and fucking up into you, his groin brushing against your clit and his sword, jabbing into your thigh. You pulled it from its sheath and the glint of its sharp edges filled your vision before you let it clang to the floor. You heard yourself, the suck of your pussy and then you heard him, groaning into your neck.

Saying, that’s it, that’s my girl and you kissed him, desperate to taste his words on your tongue and swallow them. You felt so full, so deliciously full, the feeling so overwhelming that you didn’t notice the sound of people talking getting louder, the music quieting and suddenly Druig had you on your back and was using the top of your corset to hold onto as he fucked up into you.

You were so wet.

It dripped down your thighs, made your pussy squelch as he rolled his hips up into the spongey part of you and you couldn’t keep quiet, couldn’t just shut the fuck up and take it and you were panting, hands gripping at his at your tits as they bounced, moving from his unrelenting pace.

You were wild with it. Wild with the feel of his cock splitting you open and the look on his face, all scrunched together, mouth open as he groaned, forehead pushed together as his eyebrows raised like he couldn’t believe how good you felt around him.

Clenching at his dick, eyes blissed out and his name a constant sound on your lips – Druig, Druig, druigdruig druig yes, there. Right there, oh my god.

A loud banging at the door forced you out of your trance.

You turned to it and saw it rattling in its hinges. Druig didn’t even slow down. No, he snarled, then began fucking you faster, his merciless rhythm causing heat to pool at your clit and around your cunt. “You think,” he gasped, mouth agape and neck flushed red. “You think they want their necklace back?”

“I think they should go fuck themselves,” you stated, and Druig cackled loud. He bent down and kissed you hard as they banged at the door again and began yelling, Guards, open up! And the thrill of it all made you clench around him again. Made you whine into his mouth and say, I’m gonna cum and Druig smirked so fucking big that it blinded you, said, you better, I can’t control them when I’m inside of you and god, that made the feeling spread over your thighs and burrow deep into your soul.

It doubled, then it hit you like a wave. You bared down on him, tense with your sudden release. Wetness squirted over his dick and down his legs and you sobbed into his mouth – held the back of his head and saw his pained face.

He whimpered like a wounded animal. “S-Shit,” he gasped, loud and ferocious. “’so fucking tight,” he sobbed, started to stutter his hips into you, chasing his own release. When it finally hit him, you felt it, felt him hot and hard inside of you and you whispered his name, voice strung out from its constant use.

The banging got louder, voices got angrier, but it didn’t phase you.

You were too weak to be worried, your body loose and achy, but satisfied. “Gimmie a minute,” Druig started from your neck, “you came so hard I think I saw Arishem.”

A loud and brilliant laugh burst from you. “Open up the door before we break it down!” the people demanded, reminding you they were there. “Oh, shut up!” Druig yelled. You felt the heat of his golden eyes against your neck and then, silence.

“Lemme just, lemme just stay inside of you for a second and then we can get outta here.” He kissed your neck, soft and gentle. “Okay,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. He sighed into your skin, then kissed it again, “and we’re keeping the necklace.” Okay, whatever you say.

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littlefreya · 3 years ago

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Reader decides to wear THAT dress 💃💃💃 how do all the characters react?

Characters: Henry, August, Syverson, Walter and Sherlock

Warning: rpf, 18+, exhibition kink, dirty language, fluff, slight age gap mentioned, slight dark themes (dark non-con thoughts for Sherlock)

N/A: Not beta��d, all mistakes are mine.

THAT dress 💃

Henry.

It was one of the most important nights of his life.

The vast golden hall was swarming with people, the flickering cameras lights looked like diamond sparkling in the sky. Yet all he could think of, all he wanted to do right now was fling you over his sturdy shoulder and fuck you to death.

The fact that you behaved so oblivious, did nothing to deter his animalistic urges.

“You just had to wear that dress, didn’t you?”

You shivered are the low baritone and the sensation of his knuckle gliding down your spine.

“I…” you breath shuddered. Giving no mind to the many eyes upon you, Henry slid his hand through the split in your dress. Warm and smooth, his fingers glided up your thighs, finding the path to the apex of your legs.

“Fuck, baby, I can feel your heat,” he hummed and crept so close his hardening groin rubbed right against your ass.

Slowly, almost seamlessly, he grounded against you, little groans of pleasure sputtering from his mouth. A pool of molten fire gathered at your panties and your little slit began to twitch for him.

“Henry… everyone is watching!” You whispered urgently.

Leaning in, he stole a kiss from your nape and with his lips pressed to your ear he grinned.

“Then let’s give them the best show.”

August.

“Agent Walker. Walker? Hey, Walker!”

“Agent… uh…” August’s mouth remained agape, amazement clear in his cobalt gaze as he scanned you up and down with not a sliver of shame or self restraint.

“You really don’t remember my fucking name?!” A frown split your brow. “Classic…”

“Simmer down, kitten.” The bewhiskered man raised a hand in the air, gesturing you to relax, which naturally only made you fume.

“Did the agency send that dress? Or did you pick it yourself?”

“They picked it,” you answered with agitation, “why?” You paused and checked yourself from side to side, feeling a flush of insecurity, “is something wrong with it?”

August brushed two fingers over his moustache and then offered a devious smirk “yeah, there is something wrong with it.”

“What is it?”

“I’d like to see you without it.”

Syverson

Captain. Logan. Syverson.

The sexual awakening of every girl and boy in highschool... and possibly, the teachers too.

There he was, after all these years; muscles woven tightly over flesh and bone as he leaned against the door frame with a bottle of beer hanging between his finger and his thumb. He appeared bigger than you remembered, the tender peach fuzz that once decorated his chin was now a nestle of thick coarse hair and on his tanned skin he wore a collection of sharp scars, yet despite it all, he was still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

“May I help you?”

He didn’t recognise you, but then again how could he? You were the annoying little friend of his baby sister, that same awkward teen who lurked about their house every day after school. Deep down inside you knew he never acknowledged your existence, and still you dreamt of that day when you would be the beautiful adult woman he would fancy, like all the girlfriends he always kept around.

Sadly, that day never came and being the grunt that he was, Sy decided to enlist and disappeared from your life for good.

Until today.

“You alright there, darlin’?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You faked a smile and pretended as if you two never met before. “I’m here to see Shelly.”

Syverson took a long sip from his beer, his lake-blue eyes glistening as they slowly drank the sight of you, giving no care to how obvious it was that he was observing and scoring you from head to toe.

You followed his sight and immediately felt ridiculous. It was that dress, that tight-as-fuck, complimenting dress that somehow made you look naked while wearing clothes. Feeling vulnerable you hugged your belly and gave him a sardonic grin.

Of course you wanted Syverson to check you out, but the fact that he still couldn’t recognise you only made you hate him for all the years he ignored your existence.

“Shelly’s not home, she went out with that guy,” he finally answered, his eyes returning to glance at your face after a through inspection.

“Went out with a guy? She told me to meet her at 8 so we can go out!” You called out surprised and then checked your phone only to make sure you understood her text correctly.

Syverson shrugged and shook his head, “wouldn’t be the first time my sister did that, sorry.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, muttering something into your palm while turning in your spot. Whatever fantasy you had about meeting Syverson again as a “sexy adult” that was not it. After what felt like a rush of panic, you finally turned back to face him. His gaze slowly crawled from your ass to your face, gracing you with another smirk.

“I’m sorry, my sister is kind of a bitch,” he tried to comfort you.

“Yeah, you bet...” you mumbled and dropped your gaze to the ground. You opened your mouth to apologise and bid him farewell but Sy beat you to it.

“I have an idea.”

You lifted your eyes to meet his face. The large man now had one arms stretched over the door frame, his large bicep pumped as he flexed his muscle. You could sense the scent of his musk, earthy and fresh.

“You already have a fancy dress, and I am free, so how ‘bout we get back at Shelly and I’ll take you out for a drink.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of these words and the bare parts of your skin crawled with shiver, yet years of anger simmered in your blood. Frowning you crossed your arms together and shook your head.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Before Syverson could answer, you turned away but just as your heels made two steps forward you heard him calling by your name.

“Don’t be funny, darlin’, you’ve been on my mind for the last 15 years.”

Walter

Public disturbance, vandalism, resisting arrest.

This night couldn’t get any better.

There you were, cuffs caging your wrists to the investigation desk as if you were some murder suspect, all because you had a wee bit too much to drink and decided to pay a visit to your asshole ex.

“Fuck sake, it’s cold in here...” you muttered under your breath, peering down on the goosebumps decorating your beg legs. You just had to get yourself arrested while wearing that dress. The officers at the station probably thought you are a prostitute.

“Fucking A…” you cursed again, just in time for the door to spring open.

Frowning, you threw your head over your shoulder to look at the person who barged into the room. For the last hour and a half you imagined how you would tell them to go to hell for treating you this way but the moment your eyes locked on his all the words in your head went astray.

To say that the huge sweater-wearing Viking that stood before you was a god would be an understatement.

Fuck, were you gawking?

“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said without any real remorse in his deep baritone, and but of course, he had to have a British accent as all handsome men do.

‘Jesus, did I hit my head and woke up in some trashy fanfiction?’ You wondered.

The detective let out a deep sigh and moved to the other side of the table and took his seat. His face were colder than the room but his pale cerulean gaze crept down the sight of your body, lingering on the tight dress and specifically on how it rode up your thighs.

Swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat, you sought for courage and then twisted your wrists. “Is this necessary, officer?”

“Detective,” he correct, “and I don’t know, you tell me, ma’am. Officer Grant’s uniforms are now covered in pink thanks to your little... outburst.”

Maybe it was the remnants of alcohol in your blood, but briefly remembering what happened earlier you couldn’t help but snort. The detective in front of you did not share you amusement, however, tilting his head he gave you a stern frown which immediately killed your smile.

“Assaulting a law enforcement man is a serious offence,” he warned.

“I’m terribly sorry,” you cleared your throat, “I realise now I was out of control.”

“You broke into Mr. Carter’s garage and painted his car pink, including the windshield and resisted arrest.”

The urge to smile burnt in you once more, but it took one stare from the brooding detective to deter you. Instead you chewed your bottom lip and nodded. “I understand my actions... I’m sorry. I’ll pay for whatever the damage is, but please can I go home?”

The detective sighed again, his frigid expression giving no hint to whatever thoughts ran through his troubled mind but then his eyes betrayed him and fell to your body once again. A dark flame blazed within them and his adam apple bobbed up and down his thick throat.

“Lucky you, your ex-boyfriend is not pressing charges,” he retorted, “and I hate to have you in a cell wearing that...” he paused and frowned, as if angry with himself. “I’m letting you go but you better be a good girl from now on.”

‘Yes, daddy.’

The detective rummaged for something in his jeans’ pocket and then reached for your cuffs. You couldn’t help but flinch at the warmth of his touch the moment his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

Your eyes met in tensed silence. By god, you wanted him.

“Thank you,” you answered softly as he released your hands.

The man grunted in response, his fingers toying with the chain of the cuffs while he glanced at you, though his expression was unreadable, you couldn’t argue the sense of unease that surfaced the small chamber and even though you wanted nothing but to be home, you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that you were now free to go.

“Will it be weird if I’ll leave you my number?”

“We already have it,” he answered absentmindedly but then quickly realised his err, “Oh. That would be unprofessional of me, I am sorry.”

You nodded with agreement and obvious disappointed. At least you tried.

The detective cleared his throat again and then stood up and offered you to follow. There was an apparent battle in his eyes, trying to sway the desire and urge to ogle you, especially once you stood straight and fixed your dress.

“Come, I’ll check you out, clear you out,” he corrected and accompanied you out of the investigation room and through the empty corridor.

“I hope I don’t see you again, Miss,” he uttered, making you frown with bemusement.

Cold as before, he stared forward, only his mouth giving away his feelings as he bit into his bottom lips. “I am having coffee and pie every mornings at Chelsea’s around 9, I really hope I don’t bump into you over there...” He warned.

It took you a moment to understand and then you smiled lightly, “yeah, I really hope I don’t see you there either, this Tuesday...”

Sherlock (semi dark)

The chill of midnight enveloped me, darkness and gloom seeped around my bones as I sat forlorn in my study. It was another night where I couldn’t have you, and God, how I yearned to touch you, to taste the sweet innocence of your skin.

I threw the book that was in my hand - these proses could no longer banish my sacrilegious thoughts, the sickness in me growing stronger with every passing day you spent in my estate. I’ve become haunted by you, so much that I could have sworn that your scent was the tip of my nose long before you appeared.

And then, just as if summoned by some odd magic you stepped into my room wearing the same dress you wore the first I saw you. Lavender and gold silk, spilling from the deep cleavage that supported your breasts like an offering to the gods.

“Is everything alright? I heard a noise.” Always so polite and naive, you bowed to me and then rushed to picked the book from the corner.

Remaining silent, I pressed a finger to my temple, trying to fight away the dark sway of lust that swerved within my loins, but then you inched closer, and the closer you inched the larger the demon grew.

“Mister Holmes?” You asked again, offering me the book. Your eyes shone with true concern, but the light within them was extinguished by the sudden snap of my fingers around your wrist.

You hissed and instinctively struggled against me, but to no use. Silent and careless as the ocean, my gaze strippd you naked, making tatters of that dress and forcing you down on the floor where I breached through the gates of your sacred eden and defiled your purity.

I let go of your wrist before my thoughts turned into reality and you stepped away, holding your wrist painfully with eyes glossy and full of fear and betrayal.

“Run along now,” I demanded with warning in my voice.

You needn't not for me to ask twice. Holding onto your dress, you turned to scamper, the silks floating in the air behind your like a ghost exorcised.

Not tonight. I promised myself.

Not tonight.

#henry cavill #henrycavill #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill x reader #captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #walter marshall #sherlock holmes #august walker

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thesoulesscollection · 3 years ago

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Game Of Flirting (Request)

Based off this request just with the idea of flirty/smooth Charles and flustered Henry

Request: based on the idea of Smooth Charles and Flustered Henry. OOOO Maybe something with pick-up lines? Maybe Ellie dared one of them to use their best pick-up lines on the other? yea let's go with that. So obviously Triple Threat ending, maybe a fun sleepover? yea yea yes here we go.

Basic outline for fluffy Stickvin Request: Ellie dares either Charles or Henry to use their best pick-up lines on the other during a sleepover. Smooth Charles, Flustered Henry, Ellie snickering and being a little shit in the background, a few gay panics and shenanigans ensue.

During one of their many long nights spent at either three's house, a sleepover if one needs to explain it, a bet was made to no one's surprise by Ellie. The said bet was for the two to make the best pick-up lines they could think of, use it on the other and then see who succumbs to it first. Charles went ahead starting the flirtatious game to Henry's flustered chagrin. Shockingly for anyone who thought they knew the pilot best like Henry wouldn't know he was so arguably good. Even if it was very cheesy at best.

"Your eyes shine like the finest diamonds, Hen" Charles commented, leaning close in where his warm breath hits Henry. "I could get lost in them"

"A-ah. Oh, really?"

Henry gulps, noting how in the background Ellie was laughing at his inner panic, his feelings for the perky pilot now going into overload.

"You flew right into my heart"

"Oh. I did?"

"Yes. Like you always do. You broke in, crashed down all the walls I put up and stole my heart in the process"

"That. That's a good thing?"

Tilting his head as he dug his nails into just lap, Charles smirks, "It is. I allowed you in, didn't I? No fight to be shown. No surprise you're always a charmer. You tend to have that effect on people"

As the anxiety along with the fear he would find a way somehow to mess it up boiled hot in his stomach Henry got the courage to join.

"You're the shining star in my night sky"

Watching how Charles' face lit up made him feel better so he continued, "Like the sun I can't get out from your gravitational pull you have on me"��

"Henry. Hen… You're too much"

Charles chuckled seeing past tears in his eyes that Henry wasn't pulling back either, taking the enjoyment in the previous awkward situation.

"You're blazing hot," Henry added.

"You two are so incredibly cheesy and awful at this" Then Ellie broke into the conversation, shaking her head with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Like I heard the absolute worst but this is something else"

"Ellie please. Like you can do any better yourself"

"Uh huh. I sure can. Can show you the reigning champ"

Charles soon laughed outright at their bickering, pearly white teeth sparkling in the light, and cheeks squishing up into his eyes, "Yup. If you say so, Ellie. We like you too much as a friend to let you go through that and we know your so-called skills aren't up for it neither" He pokes her at the side before moving his attention to Henry again. "You, Henry, you love me too much to allow that to happen, donthca?" At the very comment whether it was meant to be taken as purposefully playful or very much legitimate Henry felt his face lit up on fire all the same.

"Y-yeah. I do" Henry shivers involuntarily, brushing his hands through his messy locks. "You have that ability in a person, I guess? Very lively. You draw me so easily to you. Love like yours can drive me to do anything to have it as mines alone"

Genuinely Charles smiles, looking away as he draws in close, "Oh, how I could drive you mad and more. If you like that, yeah?" He purrs softly in Henry's ear.

Immediately Henry is babbling, flustered beyond words yet he smiled through the fingers of his hands covering his face.

#Requested Fic #Thsc Fic #Ask Away #Ask Box Is Always Open #Asks Always Appreciated #Anon Or Not #StickVin #Henrles #Chanary #Henry Stickmin #Charles Calvin #Ellie Rose #Henry Stickmin Collection #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Triple Threat

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echotrinityme · 3 years ago

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Wedding Bliss and Ignorance (StickPrice) Part 1

A/N: I have already made a Stickvin wedding, might as well make a StickPrice wedding! Also, someone wanted to see a StickPrice wedding.

Rupert wants to propose to Henry, and for the wedding, he gets a surprise from his past that he never thought he would see again.

Rupert has been acting strange lately, and Henry can't figured it out why. Henry tried to get a word out of Rupert but he wouldn't budge, Henry tried doing some detective work but Rupert was so good at hiding that it scared Henry a little. Henry gave up cause he wouldn't want to invade Rupert's privacy, and he knows Rupert still has trouble telling people his feelings.

Henry as far as he knows him and dated him, Rupert is not exactly the most stable guy. Henry knew he has anger issues and abandonment issues thanks to his parents, Rupert didn't exactly have the most stellar childhood. His dad was a jerk while his mom left with no reason, all Rupert can remember about her is that she was kind and beautiful. Rupert never forgave his mom for leaving him behind with his dad. After she left, Rupert's dad, Rodney Price; started emotionally and physically abused Rupert.

The only escape Rupert had was school and friends. He had little friends but the ones he will hung out were concerned about his bruises and so did the teachers, the principal tried having a meeting with his dad but his dad would flake or just ignore the principal in general. The teachers couldn't even get the police involved cause he was the police chief at the time, Rupert eventually started to hate his dad. But he did like one thing about his dad, he was a cop and he wanted to be one.

Rupert joined the police academy after high school and got away from his dad, he hadn't spoken to his dad since high school. Which Rupert was glad for, he never told anyone about his childhood to anyone. Not even Dave or Johnny knows, but only after dating Henry that he told Henry everything. Henry felt so bad for him, no wonder Rupert is the way he is.

Henry was walking to find Rupert when he got a text from him, Henry went to his apartment where Rupert was at. Henry went to his apartment door and found it was unlock, Henry went inside and saw it was dark expect for a few candles. There were also a few rose petals scattered along the floor, Henry's face became warm when he saw the candles and roses. He followed the petals and stopped when he saw Rupert sitting on his couch, there was two glasses if wine and Rupert looked...nervous?

"What's all this about?" asked Henry, smirking while he was crossing his arms.

"Oh! Um...uh... I...." stammered Rupert, blushing.

Henry giggled as he walked over to the couch and sat down next to Rupert, Rupert covered his face with his hat to hide his blush. Rupert grumbled as Henry giggled some more, Henry kissed him on the cheek. Rupert's face became more red as he blushed furiously, "So...what's all this about?" asked Henry, again.

"I...wanted...this to go...perfectly but I'm too nervous." Rupert replied, bowing his head down in shame.

Rupert pulled a black, small box from his jacket and gave it to Henry. Henry took the box and opened the box, he gasped in shock on what he saw in the box. There was a blue, sapphire ring with a black band. It was the most beautiful ring that he ever seen, it was like the Tunisian Diamond but in smaller form. Henry then realized that the ring was no ordinary ring, his face became warm and scarlet. He then glanced at Rupert who was now looking at him, Henry then smiled and put on the ring.

"Yes, I will marry you." said Henry, happily.

Rupert blinked for a moment, "R-Really?" he replied, anxiously.

Henry nodded as he kissed Rupert's cheek again, Rupert chuckled as he hugged Henry, smiling that he said yes. The hug lasted for a few minutes until Henry stole Rupert's wallet and escaped to the bedroom, Rupert ran after him and got his wallet back. Henry stealing Rupert's wallet led them to having amazing sex, and Henry not able to walk the next day.

Rupert and Henry announced to the whole Government, and everyone congratulated them. Of course they needed a lot of time to prepare for the wedding, Rupert and Henry needed to see who will be best man, woman of honor, groomsmen, "bridesmaid", etc. Henry was getting stressed out so Rupert made Charles and Ellie take him somewhere quiet and peaceful while he'll handle the wedding.

Rupert was starting to get annoyed at everything, he was now getting stressed out. Calvin, Konrad, Dave, and Johnny were helping plan the wedding but they could tell that he needs to relax. Galeforce ordered Rupert to take a break while he and the others handle the wedding, Rupert wanted to argue but remember that he almost killed Calvin so he decided to take a break.

Galeforce was writing on who gets to do what when someone came in, he glanced up and raised his eyebrow at the person who came in. She was a young woman with long black hair with yellow eyes, she was medium height, and she was wearing a black business suit.

"Can I help you, ma'm?" asked Galeforce.

"Yes." replied the woman, in a Russian accent. "I'm here to see my son."

"Your son?"

"Yes."

"And who may I ask is your son?"

"Rupert Price."

The General's eyes widened when the woman said that, the General never knew Rupert's mother. When Rupert first signed up for the army, he listed his dad, Rodney Price as his only parent. Galeforce just assumed that his mother was dead or Rodney was a single parent, Galeforce stared at woman in suspicion.

"May I ask what's your name, miss?" Galeforce questioned, suspiciously.

"My name is Rita Price." she replied. "Price is not my last name, Petrov is my maiden name."

Galeforce cleared his throat when he heard the name Petrov, that's the last name of the warden in the notorious prison called the Wall. Is she actually related to him? He didn't hear any news that Dmitri Petrov had kids, well...this new information was certainly interesting. Galeforce got his walkie talkie and paged Rupert to come to his tent. Moments later, Rupert came in all confused.

"You wanted to see sir?" Rupert said, confusion.

"Yes, Rupert." said Galeforce, firmly. "There's someone to see you."

The General pointed towards Rita Price as Rupert turned around, he gasped in shock as he saw who was here to see him. His mom looked at him in sadness and in guilt, he hasn't seen his mom since he was little. He was heartbroken when she left him and his dad that one day, he never forgave her for leaving him with his asshole of a dad.

Rupert still stared at his mom, "Hello, Rupert." Rita said, sadly.

Rupert turned away from her and crossed his arms, "What are yer doing here?" he replied, lowly.

"I'm here to see you."

"Why?"

"Son..."

"No." scowled Rupert. "You don't get to call me that after all these years you abandoned me."

"Rupert." said Rita, voice wavered.

The General watched the scene unfold as he watch mother and son reunite bitterly, Galeforce noticed that Rupert trembled and his fists was shaking.

"Rupert...please..." Rita tried, again.

Rupert finally snapped, "NO!" he bellowed.

Galeforce and Rita both flinched from him, Rupert was starting to release all his pain, rage, and resentment towards his mother.

"NO! YOU LEFT ME! YOU LEFT ME WITH THAT PRICK OF A FATHER!" yelled Rupert, trembling. His eyes slowly start to become bloodshot, and a sharp intake of breath follows his lips.

Rita started sobbing quietly as she watched Rupert explode in rage and sadness. Before she can try to speak, Rupert ran out the tent in hurry. Galeforce stared at Rupert's retreat blankly as he saw Rita turned to him, Galeforce shook his and sighed heavily.

"Oh dear." muttered Galeforce.

Oh dear indeed.

A/N: I almost cried while writing this! And yeah, Blue_Fanlady and I came up with the headcanon that Rupert's mom, Rita Price is the daughter of Dmitri Petrov; thus Rupert is the grandson of Dmitri Petrov.

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alterrune · 3 years ago

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Aaron gets a phone call.

Aaron Schaffer: Who is this?

Laurence Burnway: Remember me?

Aaron Schaffer: Son? What do you want?

Laurence Burnway: 10 PM, meet me at the bar that I will be in, go to London. Go alone as well, otherwise I won’t show up.

(Phone call ends)

Aaron Schaffer: Guys, I have some business to take care of.

(Aaron puts on some contact lenses that act as recording devices, the ColorStreak Battalion will be watching.)

10 PM, Aaron arrives and sits down at the nearest chair, but no one is inside the bar, the door opens.

Aaron Schaffer: Laurence.

Laurence Burnway: Hey dad.

(Laurence sits down next to Aaron)

Laurence Burnway: It’s been ten years, hasn’t it? Visitation never truly fit into my schedule, I’ve been very busy you know?

Aaron Schaffer: I’m sure

Laurence Burnway: I’ve heard that Kyle and Hack Anon are trying to bring my sister back. You know, I really want that 10 Billion Dollars in my hands. So… hand over the brat and everything will be settled.

Aaron Schaffer: I don’t care about your war, you chose this path. I’m disappointed in you.

Laurence Burnway: You’ve never changed at all. Everyone seems to flock towards you.

Aaron Schaffer: Do you hate me for it?

Laurence Burnway: I don’t even know. In the end I betrayed you and the ColorStreak Battalion, but for me, that was for the best. I’m going to rise up with The Trinity of Fate, and you and the ColorStreak Battalion are not going to get a pass. You know, I did hope that we can work together again, like how we did in the old days. But from here on, you’re no family of mine.

(Laurence leaves the bar without a trace, but he says this to Aaron)

Laurence Burnway: You should check the closet as well.

(Once Laurence leaves, Aaron goes to the closet, but see’s a haunting site. Violet, Ellie, and Alter’s brothers were in the closet. But Jacob Rose and Jacob Wolfsbane were both beaten to death by Laurence, Alter’s brothers ,Zinger and Atlas were still alive, but were heavily injured. An audio tape was put in Jacob Wolfsbane’s mouth.)

Laurence Burnway: So, have you found a reason to fight yet, old friends?

(There was also another tape, but this one is directed to Henry)

Laurence Burnway: You want revenge, little brother? Come and get me.

(Aaron noticed the audio tape beeping, he flips it over and realizes it’s a bomb! Aaron throws it, but it’s too late.)

*BANG*

(The bomb explodes, Aaron is still alive from the explosion as the bomb was father away when he threw it, but was heavily injured, and he passes out from his injuries.)

(AFTERWARD, AT THE HOSPITAL...)

Violet...? Is that you, sis?

Yeah, Jacob. It's me. Doctors said you were incredibly lucky that you were found when you were, another few minutes and you would've been a goner.

As for Ellie's brother...he wasn't so lucky. Doctors tried their hardest, but he was pretty much dead on arrival.

My brothers were woken up by the bomb's explosion, so they grabbed you and Ellie's brother and tried to rush the both of you to the hospital...before they succumbed to their own injuries. Luckily, we arrived right on time.

Wait...Jacob Rose is dead?

Yeah. A damn shame, too. After Henry stole the Tunisian Diamond, he was fired from the museum and became pretty much dependent on Ellie, and she basically helped him out every way she could. He even helped him get a new job, which he had been doing for a month before...well, y'know.

I'm just glad you're alright. Your jaw was dislocated from getting that tape recorder shoved into it, but the docs managed to fix that, too.

Yeah...I didn't think you were salvagable, but the docs proved me wrong. Oh, I'm Aaron, by the way. Pleasure to meet you.

(Henry walks into the room.)

Guys, I think it's best to leave Ellie alone for right now. I've never seen her cry this much before, and when I tried to talk to her, she nearly ripped my arm off. I think she needs some alone time.

Yeah. She helped her brother get back on her feet, so having all her hard work be undone like that must REALLY be taking a toll on her...

#altering the outcome #ask irl!alterrune #ask the ato cast #the colorstreak battalion

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queenie-lexieee · 4 years ago

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[[ CC Character Profile ]]

Fandom:

Once Upon A Time

Full name:

Belle Gold (French)

Nickname(s):

•Lucy

Sex/Pronouns:

Female

Birthdate:

December 27th

Age:

20-Old Age

(Season 1-7)

Skills/Powers:

•Book Knowledge

•Leadership

•Patiences

•Problem Solving

•Languages

•Map Knowledge

•A bit of fighting

•Manners of a princess

[[ About ]]

Personality:

•Caring

•Loving

•Forgiving

•Booksmart

•Bookworm

•Clever

•Loving

•Adventurous

•Hardworking

•Helpful

•Herioc

•Honest

•Humble

•Knowledge

•Loyal

Likes:

•Books

•Liberties

•Roses

•Traveling The World

•Yellow

•Fighting for what’s true

•Adventures

•Tea

•Helping people

Dislikes:

•Animals

•Jerks

•Being lied to

•Being tricked

•Being hurt

•Being mistreated

•Villains

•Being gullible

•Bullies

Occupation: Pawnbroker, Librarian, Maid

Fears:

Losing love ones

Losing her son and husband

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Species:

Human

Faceclaim: Emilie de Ravin

[[ Relations ]]

Farther: Sir Maurice/Moe French

Mother: Colette

Spouse: Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold

Child: Gideon

Stepchildren: Baelfire/Neal Cassidy (deceased)

Grandchildren: Henry Mills (step-grandson)

Lucy Vidrio (step-great-granddaughter)

Significant Other(s):

Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold

[[ Biography ]]

After the casting of the Dark Curse, Belle becomes a patient in the town hospital's psychiatric ward. Due to remembering his life from the Enchanted Forest, Mr. Gold has memories of how he lost Belle presumably at the hands of her father. One day, he takes away the delivery truck of Belle's father, Moe French, who is late on his rent payments. Later, Mr. Gold's house is ransacked and several items, including his only memento of Belle—a chipped cup—goes missing. All of the belongings except for the cup are returned. Suspecting Moe has it, Mr. Gold decides to take things into his own hands and tries to beat the truth out of the man while expressing a great deal of rage in blaming him for Belle's death. Instead, it is revealed Regina stole the cup, and uses it to goad Mr. Gold into telling her his real name. Satisfied, Regina gives the cup back and leaves to pay a visit to Belle at the hospital while Mr. Gold remains unaware his lost love is alive. ("Skin Deep")

Jefferson is jilted by Regina on her promise that if he helped her retrieve something from the Enchanted Forest to get rid of Emma, and then she'd bring his daughter back to him. To spite her, he decides to free the imprisoned girl in the psychiatric ward and bring her to Mr. Gold, who he knows won't be pleased at what Regina has done. He disguises himself as a hospital staff member and sneaks down to free Belle after drugging the nurse. He urges Belle to seek out Mr. Gold, and gives her instructions to tell him specifically that Regina locked her up. She goes into the pawn shop and informs Mr. Gold what happened. He is shocked to see her alive, and though Belle doesn't remember him, he promises to protect her. Whilst leading her out to the woods towards the wishing well, the Dark Curse breaks. Belle regains her Enchanted Forest memories, and reaffirms her love for Mr. Gold, who she still affectionately calls Rumplestiltskin. From the wishing well, she watches as Mr. Gold mixes the true love potion with the well water, which transforms it into a purple smoke and brings magic back to Storybrooke.

Following the aftermath of the restoration of magic in Storybrooke, Belle and Mr. Gold speak beside the wishing well. She tells him of her imprisonment and asks if the release of magic was to seek revenge for her capture. He states it wasn't his intention, but will use it as an advantage. She makes him promise not to use the magic and seek revenge against Regina, which he agrees to. However, Mr. Gold finds a way to harm his nemesis without himself being the actual person to do so by releasing a Wraith to suck out Regina's soul. Upset at his broken oath, she leaves the pawnshop in tears of anger and frustration. After the Wraith disappears through a vortex, leaving Regina unscathed, Belle returns and states she will remain with Mr. Gold because he is still a "monster". ("Broken")

On night, Belle has a nightmare in which Mr. Gold attacks Leroy, who has come looking for his axe. To her horror, he takes on his old appearance as the Dark One and proceeds to strangle Leroy to death. She wakes up in a cold sweat and goes looking for Mr. Gold; finding him in the basement secretly spinning gold thread and working on magic. The next day, she attempts to ask him about what he was doing in the prior night. When he tries to brush it off, she calls him a coward for not letting her into his life. Then, without informing Mr. Gold, Belle leaves for the diner, where Ruby helps her figure out a possible job at the currently closed down library as a librarian. She goes to peek at the inside of the building from the window, but is distracted and then kidnapped by William Smee, who brings her to Moe French. At first, Belle is overjoyed to see her father again, but balks when he insists that she leave Mr. Gold for good. Unable to convince her, Moe orders Smee to take his daughter outside the town line so that she will lose her memory. Belle is handcuffed to a mining cart underground as it sets off on the tracks. In an attempt to free herself, she grabs a key for the cuffs, but drops it. Belle is saved by Mr. Gold's magic, but makes it clear she doesn't want him in her life, since he is unable to be truthful with her, and is equally unhappy with Moe for making choices for her. While spending time getting acquainted with food at the diner, Ruby gives her a small box someone left on the front desk. The box contains is a key, which Belle uses to open the library. Inside the building, Mr. Gold admits bringing magic to Storybrooke because he doesn't know how to live without magic. However, the price of bringing magic to town is not being able to leave without losing his Enchanted Forest memories, and therefore, Mr. Gold is unable to search for his son, who was also his motivation for making the Dark Curse. He acknowledges experimenting with magic to figure out a way to break the price of magic. After telling her all this, he turns to leave, but Belle wants to start over with Mr. Gold, and invites him for a hamburger at Granny's. ("The Crocodile")

At the diner, Belle celebrates with the miners after the discovery of diamonds in the Storybrooke Mines, which can be made into fairy dust and rescue Emma and Mary Margaret from the Enchanted Forest. While drinking, she sees Ruby being asked out by Billy. Noting her friend's obvious discomfort, she comes over to excuse Ruby for the night with the reason being they are having a girls' night out. Billy takes the rejection in stride and leaves. Belle remarks that he seems nice, though Ruby is distracted and heads to the back room of the diner. The next morning, Billy turns up dead, and Ruby is accused of murder, since she shape shifted into a wolf the night before, but can't remember anything. David and Granny believe in her innocence, as does Belle, who allows them to hide Ruby in the library from the angry townspeople. Ruby is chained up as a safety precaution, but Belle releases her when she asks for a restroom break. Instead, she is cuffed while Ruby, believing the townspeople's hatred towards her is justified, goes to face the mob. Much later, David presumably unchains Belle after discovering Albert is the actual culprit in Billy's death and Ruby's name is cleared. ("Child of the Moon")

Belle and Mr. Gold finally go on a date at Granny's with a serving of hamburgers. They are interrupted by the presence of Regina, who needs Mr. Gold's help in dealing with their nemesis, Cora. Belle asks who Cora is, though Mr. Gold replies she will never have to meet her. Mr. Gold argues he has defeated Cora before, but Regina reminds him that was during a time he "didn't have anything to lose". From this, she indirectly references that Belle will be in danger if Cora reaches her, which makes the librarian nervous. ("Into the Deep")

In the pawnshop, Belle is getting ready for a picnic lunch with Mr. Gold when Emma, David and Mary Margaret arrive. They accuse Mr. Gold of causing Archie's death, to which Belle reacts in disbelief. Mr. Gold proves his innocence by giving Emma a dream catcher to look into the memories of Archie's dog Pongo, who witnessed his owner's death. She sees a recollection of Regina killing Archie in cold blood, though no one is aware it is actually Cora masquerading as the madam mayor. ("The Cricket Game")

She, along with the other townspeople, attend Archie's funeral where Mary Margaret gives a eulogy in remembrance of him. Afterwards, Belle meets up with Mr. Gold, who happily informs her about his success in making a potion to cross the border, which will work if poured on his son's shawl. She wishes to go with him, but he regretfully says the potion is only enough for one person. Later in the day, Belle goes to sort books in preparation for a future library opening. Once inside, she recognizes a stranger as Hook and runs away, but he blocks her. Belle pins him on the floor by toppling a bookshelf and scurries into the elevator.

She calls Mr. Gold and tries to give more details about Hook, but he can't hear her through the bad reception. She stays in the elevator until Mr. Gold comes to the library. Reunited, they hurry back to the pawnshop as Mr. Gold hesitantly tells her how Hook stole his wife, Milah, from him years ago. When she asks what happened to his wife, Mr. Gold says that she died. He discovers the shawl is gone and furiously plans to go after Hook alone. He hands her a loaded gun to defend herself with. She returns to the library and finds a knot Hook left behind. From browsing through a book about knots, she determines it comes from a ship. At the dock, she sees a bird standing on something invisible. Belle uses a pinch of dust to outline the steps onto a ship, and follows them up through a barrier onto the deck. She ventures below deck to free a trapped Archie and urges him to go back to town, which he does. Belle looks for the shawl, and distractedly sets down the gun. Hook makes himself known to her with the shawl in hand. They both lunge for the gun, but he grabs it first and aims it at her forehead. He reveals Mr. Gold killed Milah by ripping out heart and crushing it. Even knowing this, Belle still believes Mr. Gold has changed for the better. She hits him with a rowing paddle and runs away to above deck with the shawl, but Hook gets there first. When Mr. Gold shows up to beat Hook bloody, Belle pleads for him to stop as proof he has changed from the past. They leave together, and later that night, she watches as he uses the potion and shawl to cross the border while his memory stays intact. From the opposite side of the town line, Belle promises to wait for him. Suddenly, a bullet ricochets into her shoulder from behind. She falls over the border into Mr. Gold's arms and loses her memories as Hook is revealed to be the shooter. In an amnesiac state, Belle doesn't recognize her own name when Mr. Gold calls her, and witnesses him conjuring a fireball just as a car crashes into town. ("The Outsider")

Frantic and confused, she doesn't understand what is going on. Mr. Gold is worried about Belle's injuries, so he magically heals them, which only frightens her. Emma arrives in her sheriff car with David and Mary Margaret. While an ambulance is called, Mary Margaret soothes a panicked Belle, and later hands her over to a nurse at the hospital. Taken in as a patient, Belle tries to get some rest, but is startled awake by Mr. Gold kissing her. She screams in horror until he leaves. However, Mr. Gold returns later with a chipped cup, which he says is enchanted with magic, and insists that she try looking at it so her memories might come back. She becomes afraid and unsure when he mentions magic. She gives the cup back, though he keeps pushing it back at her. Frustrated, she angrily throws the cup at the wall as it shatters into pieces. She demands for him to leave, which he finally does in tears. ("In the Name of the Brother")

During Belle's stay at the hospital, Ruby tries to cheer her up with some familiar things, such as her favorite book. Belle suspiciously questions her about the accident and the man who used magic to heal her. Worried about exposing magic, Ruby ignores the inquiry and tries to persuade Belle that the tranquilizers must be giving her hallucinations. Upset no one believes her, Belle acts out violently and has to be sedated by the nurse. Later that night, Greg, who was the driver in car crash, visits Belle in her room. She thinks he doesn't believe her about the fireball just like everyone else, though Greg admits he saw it too. ("Tiny")

While still resting up in her hospital room, Belle meets Regina. Uneasy at the woman's presence, she asks if they were friends. Regina mentions they knew each other, and asks Belle about Mr. Gold and the dagger. She has no memories of anything, so Regina knocks the girl unconscious and uses magic to levitate the items in Belle's bag into the air to find clues on the dagger's location. ("Manhattan")

From her cellphone, she receives a call from Mr. Gold. Apologetically, Belle tries to tell Mr. Gold she doesn't remember him, which he knows, but wanted to give his last regards to her as he is dying. He describes the person he knew in her; a beautiful woman who loved an ugly man, and further explains that she creates goodness in those who don't have any. Belle begins to tear up at his words, but he hangs up before she can respond. ("The Miller's Daughter")

When Mr. Gold pays her a visit, Belle is happy and relieved to see he survived and didn't die. She is more trustworthy of him since their phone conversation and believes that he wants to help her regain memories. She tries to thank him for healing her, but he avoids the topic of magic, which disappoints her. While Mr. Gold is getting her discharged from the hospital, Belle packs up her belongings. Regina comes in to introduce herself as the mayor.

When she hears from Belle that Mr. Gold is going to help restore her memories, Regina is displeased. Thinking quickly, Regina bends down to pick up an item, and instead conjures an enchantment on little red card of the town bar, The Rabbit Hole. Regina asks if it belongs to Belle. Though Belle says no, Regina suggests she should take a better look at it. Belle glances down at the card and is surprised at the flood of memories, exclaiming she remembers who she is. In fact, Regina has given her false memories to replace the ones she lost previously. Belle assumes the name Lacey and leaves the hospital to hit up the bar by playing pool and chatting with Mr. Clark. Mr. Gold approaches her, and she remembers him as the man who visited her at the hospital. A man, Keith, tries to flirt with her, but she shoots him down. Mr. Gold asks Lacey out on a date at Granny's, which she accepts out of pity for him. Despite turning down Keith earlier, she makes plans to meet with him behind the diner.

During the date, Lacey is impressed by Mr. Gold's approachable personality since the stories about him say otherwise. She states that it's important to truly know someone by seeing what's in a person's heart. He accidentally spills wine on her dress, so she goes to clean up, but actually goes to make out with Keith outside. Mr. Gold witnesses them and shoves Keith off in the belief he is assaulting Lacey. Instead, she admits the real reason she agreed to the date. Lacey is simply not attracted to Mr. Gold's nice guy personality, and specifies they do not fit together because she isn't Belle. Later, in the bar's parking lot, she watches Mr. Gold beating up Keith. Intrigued, she realizes Mr. Gold is actually more than meets the eye, and finds herself drawn to his dark nature. She stands by with a mischievous smile as Mr. Gold continues to hit Keith. ("Lacey")

Afterwards, she and Mr. Gold leave and walk down the street chatting happily, which is secretly witnessed by Hook through a telescope in the clock tower. ("The Evil Queen")

One morning, while on the streets, Mr. Gold accuses Dr. Whale of eyeing Lacey in a suggestive manner and intimidates him into a cowered state. With Lacey's approval, he is inches away from stamping his foot in Dr. Whale's face when Neal rushes out of the bed and breakfast to stop the dispute. Neal is disgusted at his father's actions and reminds him of the time he turned someone into a snail. Amused, Lacey laughs and asks to know more about it, but Mr. Gold senses tension from Neal, so he sends her off to wait for him elsewhere while he converses with his son. Lacey spends more time with his Mr. Gold at his shop as they drink. She is exasperated and annoyed when asked to step in the next room after Mary Margaret and David come to Mr. Gold for help in finding a missing Regina. She overhears them bargaining with him for magic. After they are gone, she asks about his magic use and is amazed when he procures an expensive looking necklace out of thin air and helps her to put it on. After learning more about Mr. Gold inability to age due to his powers, Lacey wonders if she, too, could become immortal so they could be together forever. He says it's possible, but mentions that it doesn't keep a person immune from dying. Mr. Gold goes on to tell her about the prophecy a seer gave him a long time ago that a certain someone will be his undoing, which he takes to mean his death will occur because of that person. Puzzled, Lacey questions why he doesn't just get rid of the obstacle in his way as he's the kind of man who won't let anything stand in his way. ("Second Star to the Right")

After some of pawnshop guests leave, Lacey pops out from the backroom. When she spills a cup of scotch all over the table and hastily tries to use Baelfire's shawl as a wiping rag, Mr. Gold angrily berates her. Startled, she apologizes, to which he pulls out a bag and spills out the contents--broken pieces of the chipped cup--onto the table. Using magic, Mr. Gold reconstructs the cup to its unbroken state. Lacey expresses confusion over his fixation on the cup, but drinks a potion substance when he pours it for her. After a moment, Lacey's persona is replaced by the return of Belle. They have an emotional reunion. Mr. Gold apologizes for bringing her back when they are going to die from the trigger's effects, but needed the support. She comforts him as he cries over the loss of his son. The trigger is stopped with the combined magic powers of Emma and Regina, but Henry is kidnapped by Greg and Tamara and taken to another world. Mr. Gold decides he must go along to save him. Belle wants to go, too, but he instructs her to stay and keep the town safe. Sadly, Mr. Gold won't be able to return to her. Even to this, Belle keeps up her hopes that the future is uncertain and perhaps they will see each other again. They part with a kiss. Belle praises Mr. Gold for his efforts as Neal would be very proud of him. ("And Straight On 'Til Morning")

She watches the Jolly Roger sail off into a portal in the ocean and disappear from sight. Archie, Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Happy, Leroy, Mr. Clark, Mother Superior and Walter run up to her at the docks. Belle admits to them that the others went to another world on a ship to rescue Henry from Greg and Tamara's clutches. After showing them the cloaking spell Mr. Gold left behind for her to enact as he warned there will be more people coming to Storybrooke, they go down to the mines. Since fairy dust is necessary for the spell, Bashful, Dopey, Leroy, Mr. Clark and Walter quarry a large rock until opening a crack. With encouragement from Mother Superior, Belle dumps the vial's contents on the rock; causing a stream of magic to shoot out and begin covering a barrier over Storybrooke. Afterwards, she talks to Archie about missing Mr. Gold and worries he will die. Belle wishes to help save Henry, though Archie thinks she did more than enough by protecting Storybrooke. Yet, she is dissatisfied since pouring a potion over rocks isn't much to her. Belle also thinks no one is going to invade the town, and believes Mr. Gold doesn't need her. Suddenly, a guest from Neverland, Ariel, brings Belle a sand dollar from Mr. Gold. The two head over to the pawnshop where Belle triggers the item to reveal a message from Mr. Gold hinting at the location of the item they need to defeat Pan. He states that it can be found with "the strength of their love", and later recognizes the riddle's answer as the chipped cup. After placing the cup in the cupboard, it activates a hidden panel in the floor. Belle pulls out Pandora's Box, which legend says contains the world's darkest evil. They are ambushed by two strangers, Michael and John, who then tie them up. When threatened by their guns, Belle admits the box is magic, and learns they work for Peter Pan. After the men leave with the box, Belle pulls off Ariel's bracelet, which transforms the later back into a mermaid, allowing wiggle room out of the binds. Then, Belle stops John and Michael from smashing the box with a dwarf pickax by shoving them away with a mine cart. They plead for her not to help Mr. Gold, and admit to helping Pan because he has their sister Wendy captive. To this, she persuades them that the box is the key to freeing Wendy. Belle sees Ariel off on her journey back to Neverland with the box. ("Dark Hollow")

Following a safe journey out of Neverland to Storybrooke, Belle welcomes back Mr. Gold and Neal. Peace resumes as Mr. Gold seals the box containing Pan away in the pawnshop. Belle brings up the endless possibilities of his future now that everything is settled. Mr. Gold agrees, and states that the only future he wants is where they are together. The next day, as she and Mr. Gold are exiting the shop, David, Emma and Mary Margaret rush over to ask for the box as they believe Pan is controlling the escaped Shadow from inside it. Belle goes with them to the town border and watches as Emma steps over the town line and Mr. Gold opens the box to release Pan on the same side. Pan claims to be Henry, as the two switched bodies, and proves it by telling Emma something only the boy himself would know. They all regroup with Hook, Neal and Tinker Bell at the vault. where Regina took "Henry" for protection, though the door is locked. Mr. Gold busts the door open with magic. Inside, Regina is found unconscious while one critical item is missing and now in Pan's hands--the Dark Curse. ("The New Neverland")

Mr. Gold shares with everyone of the only viable way to stop Pan's curse is for Regina, as the original caster of the Dark Curse, to undo it by destroying the scroll, though there will be a steep price for this. They plan to switch Henry back to his own body so he will be in possession of the scroll and bring it to Regina. Mr. Gold can perform the spell, but needs a strong outlet in order for it to work. Tinker Bell has knowledge of a powerful Black Fairy wand that Mother Superior kept, so she, David, Hook and Neal go to retrieve it from the convent nuns. When the wand is procured, Mr. Gold uses it to transfer Henry's spirit back to his original body. Everyone leaves to find the boy while Mr. Gold stays behind. With Granny's tracking skills, they are reunited with Henry. Regina passes out after taking the scroll and awakens with knowledge of the price for stopping the curse. They are accosted by Pan as he steals back the scroll and freezes them in place. Pan narrows down his choice of first kill from Belle to Neal just as Mr. Gold intervenes. Belle listens as Mr. Gold declares his love for her, as well as Neal, but regretfully states that he can't be together with them. Mr. Gold summons the dagger and stabs Pan as well as himself with it; killing both of them as they fade away. After the freezing spell wears off, Belle collapses on the ground in heartbroken grief. Regina reveals the price for stopping the curse is all former Enchanted Forest inhabitants will be sent back to their old world while Storybrooke will disappear out of existence. Emma decides to stay with Henry, and will leave town while Regina crafts new memories for them. At the town border, Archie lends his shoulder to a despondent Belle. Once Emma and Henry cross out of town, Regina stops Pan's curse, causing everyone inside town to be sent back to the Enchanted Forest. ("Going Home")

A new curse is cast by none other than Snow White; returning Belle and the rest of the Enchanted Forest inhabitants to the town of Storybrooke. However, as a result of Wicked Witch of the West's interference, everyone's last recollection is the final day in Storybrooke when Regina stopped Pan's curse, but no one can recall anything further than that. Belle resumes life, albeit without Mr. Gold, and begins running his pawnshop. Emma returns and holds a town hall meeting to figure out who is behind the new curse. Leroy is quick to accuse Regina of wrongdoing, and Belle follows suit in agreement as do the other residents. Even Emma refuses to believe Regina, who causes a building tremor out of frustration, and then magically dissipates away. Unknown to everyone, aside from Leroy—who is also in on the scheme—this is a ploy Emma and Regina set up in order to make the townspeople believe the madam mayor is guilty while the two sleuth out the real criminal. ("Witch Hunt", "The Tower", "A Curious Thing")

One day, a midwife named Zelena comes into the pawnshop, mistaking her for "Mrs. Gold", and then asking for Mr. Gold himself. Belle quietly states that he died, to which Zelena gives her deepest condolences. As a customer, Zelena seeks Belle's help to pick out a baby gift for an expecting Mary Margaret. Belle happily assists and turns to search for just the right gift when she is magically frozen in place by Zelena, who grabs a plant called night root from a compartment behind a wall painting. Presumably, Belle is unfrozen and has no idea anything is amiss. ("The Tower")

Belle is alerted to the recent news about Mr. Gold's revival by Emma and is tasked with researching how he was resurrected. David and Emma go searching for Mr. Gold while Hook opts to stay behind in the pawnshop with Belle. She takes his decision warily, especially since he tried to kill her twice prior, though Hook states that he means to use this time to make it up to her. The two begin taking books off shelves when a noise erupts from pawnshop's front door. Believing Mr. Gold has come back, Belle sprints off; witnessing the door being rammed open, though the person is not her beloved, but a collapsed Neal. After taking him to the hospital, Emma snaps a photo of a triangle mark burned into Neal's palm, which Belle begins looking into it. Discovering the symbol's meaning in a book, she phones Emma to notify her that the mark originates from a key to the vault of the Dark One. Assuming Neal used it at some point, Mr. Gold was resurrected in this manner, but the catch is the Dark One will be revived while the key user will die. Emma discovers Neal is still alive due to being in Mr. Gold's body. After she magically separates them, Neal perishes. Saddened by the news, a grieving Belle is comforted by Mary Margaret. ("Quiet Minds")

In mourning, Belle attends Neal's funeral to pay her respects. Afterwards, at the diner, Zelena publicly reveals herself as Regina's half-sister and forces her sibling into a showdown on Main Street after sundown. In preparation, lest Zelena is planning something wicked, Belle, David and Tinker Bell seal off the streets. Hoping to swaying Mr. Gold to their side despite that Zelena is controlling him with the dagger, she sneaks into the farmhouse cellar to coax him out of his prison while David, Emma and Tinker Bell stand guard outside. Belle nearly succeeds until he warns her it's a trap, to which she notices Zelena has been quietly watching from the shadows. Fleeing, she stumbles out just before Mr. Gold, on Zelena's command, tells them to stay out of the way or risk death. During the evening, on Main Street, Zelena approaches while trailed by a helpless Mr. Gold. Belle witnesses Regina being thrown into the clock tower by Zelena, who later flees on her broomstick. ("It's Not Easy Being Green")

When Ariel enters the pawnshop, Belle is relieved that she is all right after not seeing her since the new curse has been in effect. She helps Ariel and Hook to search the shop for one of Eric's old belongings in the hopes of finding him. After Hook discovers Eric's cloak, Belle pours a locator potion on it. The cloak becomes enchanted and floats towards the location of its owner, to which Ariel and Hook follow along. ("The Jolly Roger")

After catching Regina sifting through items in the shop, Belle, still upset about being locked up for twenty-eight years, tells her to get lost. Regina offers an apology and asks Belle to think about Mr. Gold, who is still Zelena's hostage. Anger quelled, Belle calms down enough to admit she's been piecing together the ingredients Zelena has collected to find out what spell the witch is trying to cast. However, Belle is stumped over what is so special about Regina's heart that Zelena desperately needs it. Regina decides to find out what Zelena wants by talking to Cora, which is made possible once Belle gives her the now defunct candle to access the land of the dead. When Belle cracks Zelena's spell, she tells the others and they regroup at Regina's house where Mary Margaret was just possessed by Cora's spirit. Mary Margaret explains that her own mother, Queen Eva, caused Cora's marriage to Leopold to fall through, which resulted in Zelena being abandoned. Belle reveals the collected ingredients—David's courage, Regina's heart and Mr. Gold's brain—are items for a time spell to alter the past. Namely, Zelena desires to kill Eva so Cora would have never abandoned her first-born child. ("Bleeding Through")

Regina figures out the key to break the curse and getting everyone's memories back is to make Henry believe in magic. When Emma recalls believing in magic because of Henry's storybook, David, via a phone call, asks Belle to search for the item in pawnshop, but she does not find it. Once Regina bestows Henry with a kiss of true love, the curse breaks and everyone regains their memories from the lost year in the Enchanted Forest. ("A Curious Thing")

After Second Curse

Once the second curse is broken, Mary Margaret goes into labor at the hospital as Belle stumbles upon Zelena in the hallway. Zelena scoffs at Belle about not having learned her lesson the last time the dagger was utilized on Mr. Gold. Belligerently, Belle asserts her refusal to believe that, even though Mr. Gold desperately insists she must leave. Continuing to give Zelena a tongue-lashing over what she's put Mr. Gold through, Belle suddenly collapses, via the witch's magic, in his arms. Though Mr. Gold doesn't wish to leave his beloved, he is forced to by Zelena's will. In the aftermath, Zelena successfully makes off with the newborn as the last ingredient for her time spell, however, Regina herself defeats her sister with light magic. Regina, gaining the dagger, hands it over to Belle for safekeeping. She returns to the pawnshop where Mr. Gold is waiting for her. Once there, she relinquishes the dagger into his possession so he can be forever free of anyone's control. The only thing Belle asks of him is to not go after Zelena as she knows he is capable of being good. Due to Belle's immense trust in him, he affirms to do the same for her. As Mr. Gold hands back the dagger, he proposes to Belle, which she happily accepts by putting down the weapon and drawing him into an embrace. Without her notice, Mr. Gold switches the dagger; taking the real one while replacing a fake in the pawnshop. Unseen to Belle, he later kills Zelena; accidentally triggering magic in her pendant, which activates the time spell. ("Kansas")

Belle, unable to keep what she believes is the real dagger, tries to give it back again. Mr. Gold insists he trusts her completely and then changes the topic to their upcoming wedding. She happily informs him that her father, Moe, has given his blessing to them. During the diner celebration welcoming David and Mary Margaret's newborn son, Belle and Mr. Gold walk in as Zelena's time spell is activated. They both follow David, Regina and Robin Hood to check up on Zelena, who is now missing from the jail cell. Regina suspiciously accuses Mr. Gold of wrongdoing but he attests Belle has the dagger and wouldn't order him to harm Zelena. To prove it, David runs the security tape, which Mr. Gold secretly manipulates to give the appearance that Zelena used magic to turn herself into a statue, which shatters and melts away into powder. As a group, they agree to leave the time portal untouched, however, Emma and Hook enter through it to the past where they recreate a first meeting between Prince Charming and Snow White and then return to the present. Later, Belle witnesses David and Mary Margaret announce they are naming their son after a true hero—Neal. During the marriage ceremony, Archie acts as pastor while Belle is walked by her father to her future husband. Beginning her vows, Belle recalls losing Mr. Gold to darkness, weakness and death, but has actually spent her life finding him. He talks about being unloved and unloving since love has always given him pain, but she was the one who brought light into his life. Mr. Gold promises to never forget what he once was and what he is now. Belle believes the monster in him is gone, even though as a man he is flawed, everyone is too, which only deepens her love for him. ("Snow Drifts", "There's No Place Like Home")

Following the wedding, she encourages Mr. Gold into visiting Neal's grave site. Afterwards, Belle shows Mr. Gold a vacant mansion that she wants to use as their honeymoon suite. Inside, as she chatters on about the scenic ocean view, he magically freezes her in place and switches out the fake dagger in her purse with the real one. As he unfreezes her, Belle then leads him into a large dance hall. To have their first dance as husband and wife, Mr. Gold transforms their clothes and adds lighting and a playing gramophone as they waltz together. Later that night, an unassuming Belle is asleep when Mr. Gold takes the real dagger and uses it on a mysterious cylinder object in the house. At some point, he once again places the fake dagger into Belle's purse. ("A Tale of Two Sisters", "Rocky Road")

Returning to the shop, Belle and Mr. Gold discover it's been broken into. When the couple enter, Henry emerges and reveals he was hiding inside. As Belle walks into the back room, Henry greets her before he talks with his grandfather.[2][3]

Later, whilst working together in the pawnshop, Mr. Gold and Belle's martial bliss is interrupted by the appearance of David and Hook, who inform them that an ice magic wielder, Elsa, entrapped Emma in a cave where she is freezing to death. David explains Elsa is looking for her sister, Anna, whose pendant she found in the pawnshop. Belle fishes out a photo of the necklace, which David recognizes as belonging to a woman he once knew as Joan, whose real name must be Anna. ("White Out")

Inside the pawnshop, Belle stands by as Emma and Hook question Mr. Gold about his knowledge of Elsa. As Emma recalls, he had the urn, which Elsa was trapped within, in his vault. Mr. Gold professes he doesn't know Elsa and that items, like the urn she was trapped in, naturally fall into his possession as a collector, but the histories behind them are unknown to him. Hook counters that Mr. Gold wouldn't unless he had something to gain out of it. Owning up to his past, Mr. Gold affirms that was true once, but since losing a son and gaining a wife, he's "turned over a new leaf", which impresses Belle. In order to satisfy their skepticism, he allows Belle to command him, using the dagger, into revealing the truth. After she orders him into doing so, Mr. Gold professes that he did not know Elsa was trapped in the urn and that he doesn't know her or Anna, though it is a lie, as the dagger is a fake. Nonetheless, this declaration whittles Emma's doubts. ("Rocky Road")

One morning at the library, Belle discovers a drunken man sleeping on the floor near some book shelves. She phones Emma, who promptly arrives to apprehend the man into her custody at the sheriff's station. ("The Apprentice")

Assigned as Neal's caretaker for the day, Belle heads to the apartment where she cradles the cooing infant while sitting on Mary Margaret's bed. Nearby, at the counter, David quietly soothes Mary Margaret's worries about leaving Neal; saying that Belle is a natural with the baby and she has their emergency numbers if anything goes wrong. ("Breaking Glass")

Receiving an urgent call from Emma, Belle tracks down Mr. Gold at the pawnshop and they go to the sheriff station where David, Elsa, Henry, Hook, Mary Margaret and Regina are also gathered. Emma plays a camera recording, filmed when she was in a foster home, which reveals her then foster mother was the Snow Queen. At Henry's revelation that the Snow Queen has an ice cream truck, everyone splits up to search. David suggests Belle utilize tracking skills, but she'd rather research at the library. With hidden nervousness, she allows Elsa to come with her. Unbeknownst to Elsa, Belle once met Anna in the past and let her down. Losing hope, Elsa wonders if Anna put her in the urn, just as the Snow Queen claimed, and that her sister doesn't want to be found. Guilt-ridden, Belle excuses herself to make things right. Armed with the dagger, she commands Mr. Gold to lead her to the Snow Queen. After he does, Belle orders him onto watch duty while she goes into the Snow Queen's lair. Inside, she hopes to retrieve a Sorcerer's Hat to force the Snow Queen into revealing Anna's location. Unveiling a mirror, Belle's reflection taunts her about being a coward by having once valued a stone over Anna's life. The doppelganger nitpicks Belle into believing the dagger is fake. While in a trance, she slashes Mr. Gold's neck. Mr. Gold grabs Belle and teleports them to the pawnshop where she snaps out of it. There, she admits Anna is missing because of her and apologizes for abusing the dagger and using him. When Mr. Gold forgives her, Belle expresses remorse for keeping a secret from him as she knows he would never keep something from her. Rushing to the sheriff station, she reveals to Elsa how Anna was captured by the Snow Queen in the past. Relating knowledge about Ingrid's mirror, Belle explains it's key for casting a spell of shattered sight, which will make everyone turn on each other. ("Family Business")

Belle deciphers a spell to give Emma the opportunity to capture Ingrid. As the spell dictates, a candle must be lit with magic and then blown towards the target, which will form binds on the person's wrists. After Emma succeeds in doing so, she brings Ingrid to the station for questioning. Belle walks up to the clock tower where David, Elsa and Hook are studying a mirror previously placed by the Snow Queen. She hastily rushes over; warning the trio not to look in the reflection or it'll brainwash them. On closer examination, Belle notices it's not the same mirror she saw in the Snow Queen's lair. Realizing they have been duped, the group arrive too late to the station entrance, which has already been frozen shut by Ingrid. Storming into the pawnshop, they request Mr. Gold's assistance, and he only agrees after much imploring from Belle. Joined by Henry and Mary Margaret, everyone arrives to the station as an explosion tears open a hole in the building. A shaken Emma explains the Snow Queen got away, but she herself caused the combustion. With her powers spinning out of control, Emma then accidentally collapses a streetlight, which almost falls on Hook, but David takes the hit. Due to this, Mary Margaret reprimands Emma, but upon seeing her daughter's hurt expression, she retracts her anger. However, a shaken Emma flees and drives off in her car. ("The Snow Queen")

While everyone spends the entire night searching for Emma, Belle babysits Neal. She tells Mr. Gold about what's happening, and he secretly decides to use the situation to his advantage by attempting to trick Emma into giving up her powers to the hat. ("Smash the Mirror")

In a deal, Ingrid allows Mr. Gold to leave town with Belle and Henry once the curse is in effect. At the pawnshop, Belle reveals to Elsa and Emma that they can defeat Ingrid's curse with a hair strand from someone who has already been affected by the same spell and making a counter spell with it. Elsa suggests that she herself was sealed in the urn, by Anna, who was under Ingrid's spell, so her sister may fit the criteria. Under a magnifying glass, Belle sees mirror dust embedded in the pendant, which proves Elsa's theory. A plan is formed to gather the nuns for creation of the counter spell while Elsa and Emma use a locator spell to find Anna. With the nuns, Belle assists them at the diner when Mr. Gold arrives asking her to watch over the pawnshop. She insists on staying since the counter spell is very important, and he relents by deciding to keep her company until the business is finished. Elsa and Emma are led to a mine cave-in and are prepare to blast through to reach Anna until Belle phones David to let them know the nuns can make a counter spell with only the necklace. Elsa dupes them by handing over a pouch full of rocks and takes the real pendant to continue tracking her sister. After reaching the diner, everyone discovers the truth. Emma offers to retrieve the necklace, but Belle states that by the time she gets back, the counter spell will not be potent. Later, Belle receives word that Anna has been found and is on her way to the diner, so she leaves the remaining work to the nuns. She then departs with Mr. Gold; not knowing he is luring her away so Hook can help him absorb the nuns into the hat. They say their goodbyes outside the pawnshop, and Belle goes into the back room as he enacts a shield to protect her. ("Fall")

Under the curse, Belle's actions are not known. After the spell is undone by Ingrid, she is asleep in the pawnshop backroom as Mr. Gold watches over her. ("Shattered Sight")

After Belle awakens, her husband suggests packing for a trip to New York so they can have a proper honeymoon. While closing a suitcase, she talks to Henry about going out of Storybrooke. Puzzled, the boy informs her that remnants of Ingrid's magic will keep those who leave town from reentering. Although Belle did not know this, she assumes Mr. Gold has found a loophole around the issue. Noticing Henry is unhappy, she learns he is disappointed over the fairytale storybook and all the bad things that happen to Regina in it. She points out that it won't always be so since his mother is changing for the better. This cheers up Henry, who thanks her and endearingly calls her "Grandma", which makes Belle laugh and suggest he just refer to her by name. As Henry helps her pull out another suitcase, some stacked items fall in the process. Within the pile, Belle is shocked to see the magic gauntlet, an item used to locate one's greatest weakness, which Mr. Gold once traded to save her life. Troubled by the find, she tests the gauntlet out and it leads her to the real dagger. Witnessing Mr. Gold crushing Hook's heart, Belle orders him via the dagger to stop. She then commands him to drop the heart and unfreeze Emma and Mary Margaret. Thirdly, Belle makes him teleport both of them to the town line. There, she recalls when he traded the gauntlet for her, and her perception that this proved he had love in him. Instead, Belle recognizes he has not and will never give up power for her. He insists having power is not a bad thing, and they can have both, though Belle states she only wanted his love. Mr. Gold pleads for another chance, but she refuses. Having once said she saw the man behind the beast in him, Belle angrily declares he's just a beast now. In tears, she banishes him out of Storybrooke. ("Heroes and Villains")

During the six weeks after Mr. Gold's departure, Belle and Hook research a spell for freeing the nuns from the hat. One morning, she opens up the library as Hook meets her there after parting from Emma, who goes on sheriff duty. Once inside, Hook studies a board complied with information concerning the missing nuns, and in anger over the lack of progress, he knocks if off the wall. Belle tries assuring him that they do have a spell to release the nuns as well as the apprentice, but it'll take some time since she is consulting with outside sources to translate it. When Hook expresses guilt for imprisoning the apprentice and anger about Mr. Gold's trickery, she openly recognizes her own weakness in not seeing her husband for what he was due to being blinded by love. She believes Hook dealt with the same, except his love for Emma was used against him by Mr. Gold. Despite all the bad things her husband did, Hook asserts Mr. Gold did truly love her. Teary-eyed, Belle remarks that she hopes he found what what he was looking for. Later in the day, she receives an email from an Oxford professor, not knowing it is actually Mr. Gold, who gives her the translation, to which Regina uses the dagger to perform a ceremony on the hat. The nuns return safely, and while everyone basks in the reunion, none of them see a Chernabog being released from the hat and flying off. While the diner is bustling with activity to welcome the nuns back, the Chernabog makes itself known to the townspeople. With Emma, Hook, Mary Margaret and Regina, Belle ducks for cover behind a building as the group come up with a solution. After Emma and Regina temporarily stun the beast with their combined magic, Belle goes to look up information about the Chernabog at the library. Eventually, with knowledge from Cruella De Vil and Ursula about the Chernabog, the creature is forced across the town line and fades out of existence. ("Darkness on the Edge of Town")

Hearing of Cruella and Ursula's arrival to town, Belle prepares a transformation potion as a safety measure. Once the female duo enter into the pawnshop, she warns them not to try anything or the potion will turn them into toads. Giving congratulations to her for banishing the Dark One, they drop hints about Mr. Gold's sad circumstances in New York. As they tease her about whether she is satisfied with his suffering, Belle asserts she would never be pleased about someone else's misery. Without the brunette's notice, Ursula uses her tentacles to reach into the backroom and grab a wooden box containing Maleficent's totem. Belle then questions whether the two of them actually came to buy anything, so Cruella asks her to find something fashionable to adorn her car hood. After the women leave, Belle receives a phone from Emma about Cruella and Ursula's suspicious behavior. Checking the backroom, she finds the wooden box missing, to which David forces Cruella to pull over her car so he can search the vehicle. In the evening, as Belle is fixing one of the window displays, Mr. Gold secretly watches her from across the street with a longing gaze. When Will walks up to her inside the shop, she smiles happily before kissing him; much to Mr. Gold's shock. ("Unforgiven")

In the pawnshop, as Henry studies the storybook for clues on the author, Belle walks over carrying a snack as she inquiries about his research. The boy explains finding a page with a door, which he believes will lead to the author. She encourages him to continue investigating and then hands him the snack. While she is on a diner date with Will, Hook pulls Belle aside for a chat and tells her about Regina going undercover and finding out Cruella, Maleficent and Ursula are seeking the author to change their stories. Since the trio want Regina to steal something, he speculates they need the dagger to lure the Dark One into town and control him for the mission. Convinced that the dagger must never fall into their enemies' hands, Belle meets up with Hook to hand the weapon to him so he can hide it. Before doing so, she ominously considers the possibility that Mr. Gold is already in town. To quell her worries, Hook encourages her to order the Dark One with the dagger to face her if he is present. When her command yields nothing, Belle is relieved, however, she remains unaware Mr. Gold is already in front of her, except he is disguised as Hook. Turning the dagger over to him, she then returns to the pawnshop, where Will left a rose for her outside the door. Placing the gift in a vase, she busily admires it as Hook returns and persuades her into reciting a pirate's oath, in which neither of them must ever speak about the dagger to each other or anyone else. When questioned about her romance with Will, Belle admits the relationship is new, and she's not completely over Mr. Gold, but he makes her happy. Curiously, she wonders why he and Will are on bad terms, to which Hook states the man took something he cares about. Once he's outside the shop, Mr. Gold reverts back to himself and sadly regards Belle before leaving.

A lot more happens in between, she had a son named Gideon, things happen with him. Belle finally travels with Rumple, (her husband) and dies of old ages in the seventh season.

#once upon a time #belle french #rumplestiltskin | mr. gold #rumplestiltskin #rumbelle #disney princesses #canon roleplay #canon character #roleplay #belle x rumple #ouat #ouat rp #robert carlyle #emilie de ravin

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Fifteen (pt 13)

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tw: language, angst, mentions of drug use (relapse), mentions of miscarriage

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Spencer got up from the cold tile floor, fuzzy unicorn in hand, and faced the window above the kitchen sink. He stared out of it, admiring the snow that was still falling lightly, wondering if it was raining in Seattle. His memory flashed to the last time he stood in the rain with you, but he tried to shake the images away. Instead he watched the snowflakes hit his windowpanes and melt. He hoped that maybe you were somewhere staring out of a window, admiring the dreary weather, and thinking of him too.

He found his place against the dishwasher again, sliding down as his mismatched socks gave way so he could stretch his long legs out fully. He pulled the nearly empty box onto his lap and appreciated the light weight of it, as he continued with his twelfth letter and thirteenth item. Thirteen, a number whose history of unluckiness stems all the way back to the thirteen attendees of the Last Supper, and tracks through the number of steps leading up to the gallows, all the way to the number of letters in the names of some of the most infamous criminals.

Thirteen was a haunted number, which rightly accompanied a haunting letter.

“This one’s long. It’s a month of tarnished memories packed into a few pieces of paper. So far I’ve gone through half of a college-ruled one subject notebook and I’ve had to change pens twice. It’s nearing 2:30, and the wine is finally hitting my empty stomach. Sorry in advance for the way my handwriting will be. I’ll try to make this make as much sense as I can.

If you look at your thirteenth item it is the notepad I stole from that resort in Florida. There isn’t much around to signify this letter. You don’t keep mementos from one of the saddest days of your life, but for some reason I took this useless paper and shoved it in my purse on my way out. Good thing I did, or you’d have no item to attach to these memories. Though I suppose that might be better.

The resort was where we were going to be at for our ‘babymoon,’ whatever that is. What a dumb idea, I’m still mad at myself for letting Garcia talk us into one. She just made it sound so appealing.

Once everyone knew I was pregnant, Hotch pretty much sat me in Quantico with Penelope. There were a few local cases where I was lucky enough to go visit the ME’s office, but usually I kicked my feet up in her lair while you were out in the field.

“A what?” I said one day as she ran DNA through CODIS. The two of us were drinking herbal tea, and I was barely 16 weeks. I just looked like I had a big lunch in my stomach, not a baby the size of an avocado.

“A babymoon. It’s like a honeymoon, but you go when you’re pregnant. It’s one last trip for mommy and daddy to go on and spend quality time together. How many trips have you and Dad-Wonder even been on?”

I shrugged. We didn’t travel much for pleasure. We traveled for work, so on our rare days off we liked to be at home.

“I mean we’ve gone to Vegas and Connecticut a few times.”

She rolled her eyes, “Visiting family, my dear, is not a vacation! I was thinking you two would go to the beach. You guys relax and wade in the ocean and Spencer can build sandcastles that defy every law of physics!”

I laughed at that. You and the beach? It just didn’t feel natural to me. Probably because you aren’t capable of actually relaxing.

“That does sound fun,” I said and I spoke to my barely there stomach, “And it would make daddy take a few days off.”

Penelope squealed and started clicking at her computer, “I’ll find a resort online right now! Okay so how about Marco Island? It’s gorgeous and in Florida, so it’ll be like eighty and sunny, even in the beginning of December.”

“I’ll have to talk to Spence about it. I mean I know it would be fun and all but we really should be saving money for a crib, and car seat, and bassinet, and high chair, and a rocking chair, and a baby swing, and a—“

Garcia stopped me from spiraling out of control, “That is why you throw a huge baby shower! People buy those things for you.”

I rubbed my tummy again, “Oh no, Daddy is very particular about what things are bought.”

“That’s why you have a registry, Momma Bear. Now, no more excuses.”

Before I could even call you, she had put in both of our requests for days off and we had a week long reservation at this fancy resort that you see listed at the top of this notepad, the “Crystal Cove”.

I was only slightly mortified that she did all this without me asking you. Mostly, I was happy. I was afraid you wouldn’t say yes, but if PG already booked it, you kind of had to agree. And to my surprise, you did.

When you got back from that case we were at home, you eating something I had poorly made from a random cookbook on a shelf. I had decided to start cooking more, so I could make homemade meals. I wanted to be that mom who cuts sandwiches into flower shapes and always has fresh baked bread and cookies laying around. I wanted us to be those parents; the ones who are so sickeningly in love that their kids roll their eyes every time they kiss. We were those parents, kind of, if we could even be considered ‘parents.’ At that point, I don’t think we were. But we were definitely in tooth-rotting, sickeningly sweet love.

“So, I have a surprise for you,” I said, coming up behind you and rustling your hair.

“Hm?” You said, stuffing your face like you hadn’t eaten in days. You probably hadn’t. You’re the king of forgetting to eat. Maybe that’s how you stay so skinny.

“I booked a trip, well I guess technically Garcia did.”

“A trip?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, a trip, to the beach. Penelope called it a ‘babymoon.’”

You laughed, “A babymoon? I’m not familiar."

I smiled and sat across from you, “It’s like a honeymoon, except it's just me and you relaxing and spending quality time together before this lil dude makes his appearance.”

You smiled, “I’m telling you, it’s a girl.”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s definitely a boy, but stop ignoring my offer.”

“Well, it’s not really an offer so much as it is you telling me that we’re doing this.”

“Okay, yes Garcia helped me book it already, and yes she put in our requests for days off, but you can say no.”

You did your little nose twitch scrunch thing, “I’d never say no to quality time with you, Love.”

You leaned over and kissed me, and I squealed, “I’m so excited! I have to buy maternity bathing suits now! Oh and a sunhat!””

Spencer smiled fondly, recounting that day. He was thrilled to go, minus the part where he’d have to wear shorts, and flip flops. Something about the piece that goes between your toes makes him squeamish. He was looking for the right opportunity to use something special he had bought for you, and you had just given him it. A week on a beautiful beach with the love of his life? That would be the perfect time to ask you what he had been waiting to ask you since JJ’s wedding. He was going to take Hotch’s advice; stop waiting, start doing, and get down on one knee with a blue velvet box.

He never got the chance to. The trip was supposed to be in the beginning of December, around your week twenty-four. You never got that far.

He got up from the ground, immediately digging around in a drawer full of pencils and compasses and rulers, finding the blue box in a corner. It was covered in pencil shavings and dust. He hadn’t looked at it in months. He held it delicately in his hands before opening it.

It was plain, but he remembered you said that was what you wanted.

“Oval, of course and silver,” You had explained to Penelope and JJ at a night out years ago. Derek and Spencer sat on the opposite side of the table, but his ears perked up at the mention of rings.

“I like just the band,” JJ said, admiring her own ring, “And I have Henry’s birthstone, the citrine, so I didn’t need another one.”

“What kind of stone Y/N? I’d love a pink diamond! Or a ruby! Imagine!” Penelope gushed.

You shook your head, “I’d take cubic zirconia, if it was coming from the right guy.”

Both Penelope and JJ stuck their tongues out, “Nuh-uh!” Garcia said, grabbing her phone to scroll through more pinterest photos.

“Spence will be getting you a diamond.”

You rolled your eyes and whispered, “Don’t jinx it JJ! And I don’t want a diamond.”

Her mouth dropped, “No diamond? Really.”

“Diamonds aren’t ethically sourced.”

“Lab grown! Get lab grown!” PG piped it, showing you a picture of a ring, just an oval in a plain silver setting.

“That! That’s the one!” You said and Garcia giggled, going on a rant about her dream wedding.

Spencer had gotten that exact ring. Lab grown, oval, classic, beautiful. It was what you wanted, and you deserved everything you ever wanted.

Spencer looked at the notepad. He could tell you had a hard time picking an item for this letter. He knows this letter is the end, the other two are the epilogue of a story he wishes you kept writing. Crystal Cove is the place where he had planned on asking you to marry him, but it ended up being the place where your love story ended. He tossed the notebook to the side and decided that the souvenir for this letter was now going to be this ring. This ring that sparkled and shined, even in the dull incandescent lights of his kitchen. This ring that belonged on your finger, and not in the back of a drawer. This ring that you didn’t even know existed, but if you had, maybe you’d still be together.

“I did buy three maternity bathing suits, and you bought shorts. Spencer Reid in shorts. It was going to be the best trip ever. We were going to snorkel and look at sea turtles and sunbathe and drink virgin piña coladas by the ocean. We were going to get couples massages and spend every moment loving and appreciating each other.

The actual trip? Much different than the one we had planned on paper, but let’s first discuss that time between the hospital and the trip.

It was four weeks. Four weeks of me sitting at home while you were off at work. Four weeks of the door opening and Derek walking through, not you. And on the odd chance that it was you opening the door, you’d be appearing at odd hours of the night to grab a new suit or a file or a snack and then getting back in your shitty car and going to your apartment. Each time I heard that comforting sound of your satchel hitting the floor, I’d crawl out of the cave of blankets I was in to find you, and you’d act like I wasn’t even there.

For the first few days, you asked me how I was and if I was feeling better, then you’d check your phone and wave goodbye. After that, I was lucky if you’d say hello, then I was lucky if I even got a glimpse of you. You never held me. You never kissed me. You never told me you loved me.

I got all my information about you from Derek. Every day I texted you, “Have a good day at work! Talk soon?” And everyday you didn’t answer, so I’d ask Derek if you were okay. He’d always tell me what you were doing. Usually you would take a stack of files of cases to a dark room and make preliminary profiles to send back to the departments, alone. I’d tell him thank you, and the next day would be the same nonsense.

Those four weeks dragged. It was like every minute was an hour and everyday was a year. I was healing, even without you, everyday I felt better and better. But that’s relative to the day before. I haven’t felt ‘good’ yet. I haven’t felt ‘happiness’ yet. But I will. And I’m counting on that.

My mandatory leave was four weeks, and at the end of that Hotch called me in for a ‘mandatory psychological evaluation.’ I didn’t tell you about it because you weren’t speaking to me, and even when you did you were angry and snappy and rude.

I didn’t pass the evaluation. Even though the BAU wrote those damn questions, I still didn’t pass. When my four weeks were up, you were expecting me at work, and I never showed. You didn’t notice how not okay I was because you were too busy handling your own feelings, which I understand. You have to take care of yourself first, deal with your own trauma before touching anyone else’s. So, your trauma was none of my business, a concept you should've applied to my healing process.

I was supposed to come back on a Monday and when I didn’t show you came to the house. You opened the door and yelled my name. It was a sound I hadn’t heard in weeks, and it felt good. I thought you had finally come home. I thought you were finally ready to heal with me, but you weren’t. You were there to judge me.

I think I ran to where you were, a smile on my face that I didn’t think I was capable of making, “Hey!”

You looked so put together in a neatly pressed suit, but your eyes exposed you. They were bloodshot and the bags were so large they almost reached the end of your nose. I had on one of your shirts; it was comforting at the time. Not so much anymore.

You looked me up and down, a small scowl forming on your face, “Where were you today?”

I took a deep breath, and I lied, because lying to you felt easier than telling you the truth. The truth that I was not deemed stable enough to come back, even though I wanted to. I needed to be distracted. I was ashamed, scared, confused.

“I-I didn’t go.”

“Didn’t go? You’ll get fired Y/N.”

I sighed, “No, my leave got extended.”

I could feel the way your eyes bore into my skull as I dodged eye contact.

“Extended?! It’s been four weeks.”

“I’m not ready!” I desperately wanted you to see through it. I thought I was ready, but the papers disagreed.

“Hotch let you do that?” Your voice was increasing and I found myself inching away from you.

“He encouraged it!” Another lie. He didn’t ‘encourage’ it. He forced me.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag and opening the door again.

“You’re leaving? Spencer c’mon I-”

You cut me off by slamming that door in my face.

That’s when I started closing myself off. I started dreading the sound of your feet against the floor at three am. I started to put my own walls up, but they would dull in comparison to the Great Wall of Spencer you built around yourself to keep me out.”

Spencer was always good at putting walls up. In fact, you were the only person to ever get him to take (almost) all of them down. There’s a side of him he doesn’t show anyone, a side of him that he reserves for himself, and when something happens, that’s where he goes. He goes to the corner of his brain where he feels safe, and the walls come up to protect him.

And in those last four weeks, he did just that. He put the walls up, shut you out, and decided that was better. Except it wasn’t better, it just was easier. It was easier for him to bypass you and find a new outfit for work tomorrow. It was easier for him to disappear in the office until the odd hours of the morning. It was easier for him to hide away from you, because when he’s exposed he always gets hurt. It was easier to act like everything was fine, even though everything was the opposite of fine.

He never needed to go to the house, part of him was drawn there like a moth to a lantern. He was drawn to you. As much as he didn’t want to see those four walls, he still needed to check on you. He just did it in his own damaged way. He’d get a glimpse of you in old sweats and a shirt with a hole in it, hair a mess and mascara from two weeks ago adding to your eye bags and he’d be reminded that he couldn’t be there for you. He would never be enough, and he’d retreat into the comfort of solitude.

He was so preoccupied with being hurt, that he didn’t realize just how much he hurt you too.

“I had forgotten about the stupid trip, and so had you. You were too preoccupied with work and not speaking to me and I was preoccupied with crying and trying to speak to you. I only remembered the trip when I got an email from the airline about the flight, they had to move our seats or something stupid. I decided that was a reason for you to actually need to speak to me like I was a person, so I took advantage of it.

I intercepted you at home one day. I had been sitting in the kitchen waiting for you. You came home at two am.

“Hey,” I said, immediately as you walked through the door. You looked surprised that I was up.

“Hi, I’m just gonna—“

“Spencer, stop. We have to talk.”

You crossed your arms, not leaving the threshold of the door, “No. I told you a million times Y/N, I don’t want to talk.”

“Not about...” I couldn’t find the words and you started up the stairs.

“Are we going on this damn trip or not?” I said, my voice cracking from lack of use.

You stopped, looking over the banister at me, “You didn’t cancel it?”

“I didn’t think of it until now. We’re supposed to leave in two days.”

You groaned, “Why didn’t you cancel it?”

I threw my hands up. As if all of this was my responsibility?

“I was preoccupied! Did you cancel your days off?”

You shook your head, rubbing your face, “No, God. Can we still get a refund?”

I was hurt that you didn’t want to go, but not surprised. As I stared at the front door from my spot at the kitchen table I decided that I was going to go no matter what. It was going to be refreshing to look at the ocean instead of an empty nursery. That would be my distraction.

“I-I’m going. I’ll pay for your half, but I’m going. I’m losing my mind here, Spence.”

You looked at me again, still contemplating your options.

“I get it, okay? You can’t be in this house, but neither can I. Maybe we can talk and stuff on neutral ground. I-I just want you there with me, the way it was supposed to be.”

Then you took me by surprise, you nodded, “Yeah, yeah we’ll go.”

I’m sure I lit up like Rockefeller Center at Christmas, “Really?”

You rubbed your eyes, “Yeah, we can go Y/N.”

I was feeling lucky, so I pushed it, too hard, “Are you staying tonight?”

Your voice went from sleepy to sour, “No.”

And you vanished up the stairs, taking all my hope in us with you.

I knew deep down it wouldn’t end well. I knew it was going to be fighting and yelling and arguing, but any time with you was good time with you at that point. And I favored the little bit of serotonin and dopamine you flood my brain with as opposed to staring at the gray walls of the kitchen alone.”

Spencer only agreed to go because he thought he was getting there. Everyday he felt a little better when he’d walk through the door, but he still wasn’t ready. He thought a week of no work and no one to talk to except you would bring the walls down. This would finally be the catalyst in a reaction that was taking far too long to complete. He also couldn’t stand the thought of you flying and spending a week alone. He felt better about you being alone here because you weren’t really alone. You had Derek visiting, Garcia dropping off baskets, phone calls from Emily, the odd visit from Rossi, and apparently phone calls to Hotch, but on that island you’d really be alone, and he was worried about how you’d handle it.

“So two days later we got on a three hour flight to Miami, and I drove our rental car to this resort. We didn’t talk much the whole time, besides some small talk about the flight and other odd comments. It was painfully awkward, and I regretted even coming.

We didn’t speak until I used the keycard to open the door, and we stared at the one king sized bed in the room.

“Oh,” was all you said when you realized you’d have to share with me.

“What?”

“There’s only one bed.”

I rolled my eyes, “Spencer, we’ve shared a bed for three years.”

You just stood at the door with your hands fidgeting on the handle of the suitcase, “I’ll call down and ask for a cot to be brought up.”

“A cot? Are you serious?” I couldn’t believe you, “Why come if you wouldn’t even share a bed with me? I said I’d be fine alone.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but changed your mind.

“Great communication skills Spence. Really, I’m impressed.” You rolled your eyes and finally started to unpack your bag, “I came because I was worried about what you’d do here all alone.”

Part of me was happy you were worried, but a bigger part was annoyed, “I’ve been handling being alone fine, thanks.”

You scoffed, “Yeah. That’s why you need Derek to bring you food everyday, because you’re doing so well.”

I bit my tongue and tried to speak calmly, “Well at least someone checks on me everyday.”

That shut you right up.

The three days you were there went as follows: we slept as far apart from each other as we could, despite how badly I wanted to cuddle into your arms. We’d get up in silence, eat breakfast in silence, walk to the beach and read in silence, eat lunch and dinner in silence, and each night we’d yell at each other until we fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed.

Remember what I said to trigger the fight on December third, your last day there? How could you forget? It’s the fight that broke us up.

“So, I was thinking of going to a counselor,” I said, staring at the waves lap the sand from the balcony of our room. The air felt cold for eighty degrees. But maybe that was just because the air between me and you had been cold for weeks.

You were sitting next to me, but I could tell you were worlds away.

“Spence,” I nudged, trying to snap you out of your daydream.

“Hm? What?”

“I said I’m going to go to a counselor.”

You twisted your face, “A counselor? What for?”

I shrugged, “I-I think it’d be good for me. It’s a grief counselor.”

You turned to look at me, your brow covered in sweat and your eyes watery. You were incessantly bouncing your left leg, rubbing at your nose, and you seemed disinterested in every single thing I was saying or doing. In fact, you’d been acting that way since the first day you disappeared to your apartment.

“Counselor? Yeah,” You were fidgeting, barely making eye contact.

A feeling I can only describe as pure dread formed in my stomach. I thought I might puke, but I swallowed the feeling and kept talking, “I got a recommendation from Hotch. He said he went to Dr. Stevens after Haley died. He said it really helped.”

You were still not listening.

“I think it’d be good if we went together.”

That finally got your undivided attention. “Together?” You snapped, “No.”

“Why not?” I said it with an air of exhaustion and despair. I was tired of this. So fucking tired of it.

“I’m not going to a damn therapist, Y/N,” You seethed, your metal deck chair scraping against the concrete as you stood in front of me.

The sky looked stormy, palm trees whipping in the wind as you came before me. The bags under your eyes looked like bruises, and you had on sleeves. It was eighty and you had on sleeves.

“Okay, I’ll go alone then. I think he could really help us though.”

I was giving up on fighting. I didn’t understand how when I was at my absolute low you could just keep kicking me while I was down. All I wanted was for you to go to someone and talk about it. That’s it. You were acting like I’d asked you to move a mountain for me, which, might I add, at one point you would have done.

“He? You really think a male therapist is going to help? You lost a baby, Y/N—“

“WE,” I clarified, for what felt like the fiftieth time, “We lost a baby.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored me, “You lost a baby. How does a male therapist help you through that?”

I was angry now. It was bubbling up to the top and I thought I might explode.

“He’s a grief counselor! He’ll help me through my GRIEF! And I think you should go because clearly you have a lot going on. You always have! You should’ve been seeing someone for years.”

“Oh, I have a lot going on?” You sneered, “Of course I have a lot going on! I go to work everyday to bring you home a paycheck so you can sit around all day and do nothing.”

I stood up, got close to your face, “I’m on leave.”

“Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that.”

You bypassed me and went inside, and my hot anger turned into wet anger and fat tears were rolling down my cheeks.

“Do you know how traumatic this was on my body? Do you? Everything hurts and you were supposed to be there! You were supposed to take four weeks off too! You were supposed to be there for me!”

“Yeah and who’s there for me!” You yelled, louder than I think you ever had; at me at least. You had thrown your suitcase on the bed, haphazardly grabbing your clothes from the drawers and shoving them in.

“I would’ve been,” I said softly, coming up behind you to grab your arm lightly, “If you had let me.”

You pulled back, “Don’t touch me!”

I reached up to wipe my eyes and crossed my arms in front of myself defensively, “I want to be there for you, Spencer. I do. Why won’t you let me?”

You didn’t answer, because even you didn’t know why. You just stood over the suitcase, one arm on either side of it, hair matted to your sweaty face, panting and panting.

The facts I had chosen to ignore were staring me in the face again. Or maybe I was just that oblivious.

“I’ve never seen you like this. This isn’t you, Love,” I tried to say in my most soothing voice. The dread had clawed its way back up to the back of my throat.

“Or maybe this is me,” you said softly, and I swear you were crying. Or maybe I hoped you were, that way we were both sobbing. That’s as close to togetherness as we could get.

“Maybe this is who I am now, or who I’ve been all along.”

I reached out for you again, but stopped myself, “No, Spencer. The real you isn’t this angry, and bitter, and mean.”

You slammed your hands against the bed, “Yes it is!”

“Is that what you’ve been doing all this time?” I said sadly, shaky breaths between words, “Is that what you’ve been going to your apartment and doing?”

You turned around, skin sweaty and eyes red, “What? What are you talking about now? God, do you ever stop talking?”

I snapped, ignoring your last jab there, “Are you using?”

Your face contorted into a sour expression, “Am I using?”

“Yeah, Spencer! Are you? Because I can’t see any other reason for why you’re so irritable and sweaty and out of it! So I’ll ask you again, are you going through withdrawal?”

You looked like I had literally punched you in the gut, and I kind of had. It was a low blow, I’ll admit it, but I was seriously worried about you. If an event would trigger you, this would’ve been it.

“What? No!”

I wasn’t sure whether or not I should believe you, but I knew I had to support you either way. I love you, even when you’re angry at me, I still love you. Even when you throw clothes and seethe at me through gritted teeth, I still love you. That’s my fatal flaw. No matter how many reasons you give me to stop loving you, I never will.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, lower lip pinched between his teeth. Was he really that terrible? He didn’t remember being so spiteful. Reading it back, he understood why you thought he was high, and he had thought about it more than he cared to admit. But he hadn’t touched the stuff in seven years, and he wasn’t about to start again now.

‘No matter how many reasons you give me to stop loving you, I never will.’

That line made him want to cry, hands clenching the ring box as if it were a stress ball. That line simultaneously felt like a stab in the gut and a breath of fresh air. He had given you so many reasons to walk away, and the one reason to stay was there in his palm, unused.

““It’s okay if you are. I understand this is a... hard time. I’ll support you through this,” I put my hands out to touch your chest.

“I’m not high and haven’t been in years!” You swatted my hands down.

“Then what the hell is going on!?”

“I’m angry and I’m sad and I’m heartbroken!” You yelled, going back out onto the balcony to stand in the rain that had started pouring down in sheets.

“Spencer! Stop!” I followed you out, tears mixing with rain to the point that I didn’t know which was which.

“I’m just confused! It’s hard to see the point in all this anymore. Maybe it’s just not worth it,” You said, yelling at the ocean not at me. Rain soaked our clothes instantly. Part of me was hoping this scene would end like the ‘notebook’ we’d kiss and you’d spin me around. I guess this is kind of like the notebook, it’s a story to help you remember us. Except you don’t have Alzheimer’s and I wrote 15 letters, not 365.

“Maybe what’s not worth it?” I was yelling too, just so you could hear me over the sound of the wind and the rain.

“This!” You gestured between us. I felt like you knocked the air out of me, my whole body stinging.

“But I love you!”

“All of this has made me realize that love isn’t everything! I love you too but we need more than that!”

That was the first time I’d heard you say ‘I love you’ in a month, but it was a double edged sword. I bit my lip so hard I think I started bleeding, “Love isn’t enough? Are you kidding me, Spencer?”

You swallowed thickly, “No! I’m not kidding. I’ve never been more serious!”

“So what? That’s it?” I said it quietly, but I wanted to scream at you. I wanted to scream that you were being an idiot. You were being ridiculous. You were being unnecessarily cruel. But I didn’t. I was tired and water logged. I had finally given up.

You ran your hands through your hair, “No–it’s–we we aren’t over Y/N. I’m just saying that it’s gonna take more than love to fix us.”

“Well maybe if you were ever home, we could actually try. But you aren’t. You’re always gone! So explain to me how we’re going to fix this. What’s it gonna take Spencer? What do you want from me?”

You took a deep breath, uttering words I was so sick of hearing, “We need space and time.”

“Space? Time? It’s been a month Spencer! I let you go to work. I let you spend every day at your damn apartment. I stopped calling. I stopped checking in. How much more space and time do you want?”

“Thirty-four days,” you mumbled, just so I could barely hear. The thunder rolled, mostly drowning it out.

“What was that?”

“It’s been THIRTY-FOUR days, Y/N. Thirty-four. I don’t know how you expect me to be okay after only thirty-four days.”

“I don’t expect you to be fine! I expect you to speak to me! To look at me! I want to go to bed crying and have you there next to me. I want to be there for you when you’re crying. The only way we get better is if we do this TOGETHER!”

The anger looked like it melted off of you, and I took that as my opportunity to approach. I threw my arms around your soaked body as you shook with sobs into my shoulder. I held you like my life depended on it, because in a way it did. You wrapped your arms around me too, and everything felt okay. We were standing in the pouring rain, holding each other as we cried, and somehow I felt more okay than I had in the thirty-four days prior. It felt like maybe you were coming back to me.

You weren’t.

We stood like that for what felt like hours, and eventually I pulled you inside. I wish I didn’t. I wish we stayed there, holding each other in the rain until the sun came up and dried us off. I foolishly thought the rain washed our sins away.

“It’s going to be okay,” I said, my head on your shoulder as we wrapped ourselves in towels, “I promise.”

You shrugged me off of you, going back to packing your bag.

“Spencer, stop packing, please,” I begged, grabbing the items you were putting in and taking them back out.

“I don’t want to be here anymore,” you said plainly, taking a shirt and putting it back in.

“I-I thought—“

“Thought what, Y/N? That because I cried to you and told you I loved you that we were magically okay?”

I stammered, “No. No! But I thought it meant we were in this together now.”

“You just accused me of relapsing an hour ago.”

“And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, but that’s not a reason you should go,” I pleaded, reaching for you again. I thought if you walked away I’d never see you again.

“You don’t trust me,” your voice cracked.

“No, Love, I—“

“Don’t call me that.”

The pain in my chest bloomed, sending a wave of heartache through my entire body. A heartache I still haven’t been able to shake. It’s still there. Some days it's a thunder crack and sometimes it's a low grumble, but it’s always there. The rain hasn't stopped.

I hadn’t even realized that you were completely packed until you zipped the suitcase shut.

“You’re really leaving?”

You stopped at the door, hand on the handle, to turn and face me. I didn’t need to use my profiling skills to see how much pain you were in, and my pain doubled at the sight. I’ve always been an empath when it comes to you, feeling what you feel like it’s my own.

“I am.”

I crossed the room and threw my arms around you, sobbing into your chest. To my surprise, you wrapped your arms around me lightly.

“I understand,” I said, looking into your eyes, “We can’t be there for each other the way we need to.”

You nodded into my shoulder, “Stay. When you get home from this we’ll talk. I just need a few more days.”

I shook my head, finally coming to the realization that we didn’t work anymore. We weren’t healthy anymore.

“Don’t bother. The writing’s on the wall, Spence,” my voice wavered, and I regretted every word as they left my mouth, “I’ve been waiting for that person from the hospital to come home to me. I’ve been waiting for the Spencer who lends me his shirts and fact dumps and eats IHOP and ice cream with me to come home.”

I felt your breath stop under my arms, “But that Spencer, the Spencer I love, isn’t here anymore. We need to be alone.”

I felt you shake with tears under me, and that triggered mine, “We have to break up.”

I wish I never said it. I wish I gave you those few days, but we both know those few days would’ve turned into weeks and months and we would’ve ended up here anyway. I wish you didn’t let me say them. I wish you kissed me to shut me up and told me I was being stupid. I wish I didn’t watch you go down that elevator, tears on your cheeks. I wish I didn’t spend the other four days in an empty king sized bed, crying for you.

I realize now that you changed. I did too. Instead of wishing for the old you, I should’ve learned to love the new you. I think I would’ve, if I had given it a chance. Actually, I know I would’ve. I think I’d fall in love with every version of you that could ever exist or has ever existed. You and I, we’re meant to be together.

I know you probably don’t believe in it, but I like to think that we’re twin flames; we’re two halves of one soul that somehow ended up in two bodies and constantly pull to find each other again. I’ve read a lot about them recently. Twin flames don’t necessarily end up together. They can even just be two people with an intense friendship. They’re people who help each other grow, even if that means they’re only in your life for a short time. I like to think that we are that case, and that in some parallel universe I’m with you and we have our daughter and we’re happy. I just wish that I was in that universe now.

I know it’s for the best that we went to the damn Crystal Cove and broke up. I’m sure someday in the future I’ll be pleased with that decision, but for now, I still regret it.”

Spencer stared at the notepad, eyes flicking between that in his left hand and the ring box in his right. He took the ring out and admired it in the light. It glinted and glimmered, delicately refracting light onto the cabinets. He slid it halfway down his ring finger because that’s as far as it would go. He imagined it was on your slender, perfectly manicured hand instead of his, but an ache formed where his heart was when he realized it’d never end up here.

Spencer grabbed the notebook. It was unlined and the paper felt flimsy and thin. He got up from the floor to find a pencil in the drawer the ring had been hidden in, and took it out to scrawl his own letter to go with his own memento. A sixteenth letter for a sixteenth item you had no idea even existed.

“Y/N,

I’d like to consider this letter sixteen, to go with the engagement ring that’s in my palm. I bought this ring the day after we ate dinner at Rossi’s and showed everyone tiny FBI onesies. I have your perfect ring here in my hand, a plain silver band with a lab-grown diamond in a four-prong setting in the center, just like you told Garcia you wanted. I should’ve given it to you the day I bought it, but I waited until the perfect opportunity presented itself.

What you didn’t know about the trip to the Crystal Cove was that I was going to propose to you there. I was going to get down on one knee in the sand at sunset after dinner. I even had a whole speech planned. I was going to tell you that I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love you, or that anyone would ever love me the way that you do. I was going to say that it amazes me how everyday, I wake up and love you more than I did the night before. And everyday I think it’s be impossible to love you and our daughter more than I do right now. I wanted to tell you that I want to wake up every morning and feel that for the rest of my life. I want the good, the bad, the ugly, I want it all. I want Korean film festivals and IHOP breakfasts and to talk to the moon. I want tubs of ice cream and overly sentimental flowers hanging from the wall. Most of all I wanted to say that I want to spend every day of my life making you happy.

That speech still applies today. I still love you enough to ask you, but I don’t think you love me enough to say yes.

It’s okay. It really is. I haven’t decided what to do yet, but if you do read this, just know that it’s okay. I promise you, it’s okay. I’m not the bitter, angry man I was at the Crystal Cove anymore. I changed again, and I hope you’re right. I hope we are twin flames and your soul will come looking for mine, and I hope it happens in this universe, not the infinite parallels that may or may not exist. I miss you and I want nothing more than for you to come back. Come home, Love, please come home.

-SR”

He stared at the notebook page, before tearing it off and folding it in half, placing it in his pocket for safekeeping. He went on his computer and bought the cheapest one-way ticket to Seattle that he could find. He needed to see you. He needed you to see this letter, see this ring. He needed to make this right.

The flight was a red eye, leaving at midnight, so he’d get to the Seattle field office by eight. He looked at the leather watch and saw that it was nearly nine. He decided had to finish, and he had to finish now, as he grabbed letter #14.

PART 14

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Tennessee playlist

I’m going to Memphis! This is the mighty Tennessee - Memphis & Nashville playlist. You can’t tell the story of rock n roll without mentioning Memphis. Mississippi and Nashville, such a great history of music in this region. Chuck D hits things off with the ultimate introduction. Hit play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_X9nesbW37-9FNLiJWOQ1f

This playlist has it all. Soul, blues and rock n roll. We take a journey back to the beginning of country as well, with Nashville and finish up at Dollywood. Hope you dig it.

Tennessee - Mississippi - Arkansas

001 Henry Rollins & Chuck D - Rise Above 002 Clutch - Devil & Me 003 Paul Simon - Graceland 004 Isaac Hayes - Memphis Trax 005 Scott Walker - Thats How I Got to Memphis 006 AC/DC - let there be rock 007 Johnny Cash - Country Boy 008 Chuck Berry - Back To Memphis 009 Jay Reatard - Gree, Money, Useless Children 010 Lukah - Black Dragon 011 King Curtis - Memphis Soul Stew 012 Rosetta Howard & the Harlem Hamfats - Delta Bound 013 Nots - In Glass 014 Pere Ubu - Memphis 015 Loretta Lynn - The Pill 016 Howlin Wolf - Smokestack Lightnin 017 Rory Gallagher - The Mississippi Sheiks 018 Crime and the City Solution - Streets Of West Memphis 019 River City Tanlines - Met You Before 020 Johnny Cash - Going To Memphis 021 Al Green - Get Back Baby 022 Kim Salmon & The Surrealists - The Zipper 023 Booker T & the MG - Melting Pot 024 Pussycat - Mississippi 025 Boswell Sisters - Roll On, Mississippi, Roll On 026 Aretha Franklin - Muddy Water 027 The Cramps - Garbageman 028 HASH REDACTOR - Good Sense 029 Optic Sink - Personified 030 Angry Angles - Blockhead 031 Big Star - Thirteen 032 Memphis Jug Band - Going Back to Memphis 033 North Mississippi AllStars - K.C. Jones (On The Road Again) 034 Bass Drum Of Death - Bad Reputation 035 Today Is the Day - The Devil's Blood 036 Walk the Line Soundtrack- Get Rhythm 037 Jack White - Temporary Ground 038 Jerry Lee Lewis - A Damn Good Country Song 039 The Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Rumors 040 Saving Abel - Pine Mountain (The Dance of the Poor Proud Man) 041 The Oxford Circle - Foolish Woman 042 Bobbie Gentry - Greyhound Goin' Somewhere 043 Reigning Sound - A Little More Time 044 NINA SIMONE - MISSISSIPPI GODDAM! 045 Laurie Anderson - Hiawatha 046 Glen Campbell - Burning Bridges 047 Dolly Parton - Hillbilly Willy 048 Elvis Presley - Guitar Man 049 Blue Oyster Cult - Divine Wind 050 Sammy Hagar - Halfway To Memphis 051 Izzy Stradlin - Memphis 052 Johnny Cash - Run Softly, Blue River 053 Iron Horse - Unchained 054 The Cramps - Human Fly 055 Faces - Memphis 056 Jack Oblivian - Rat City 057 The Cooters - Bustin' Loose 058 Mott the Hoople - All The Way From Memphis 059 Dusty Springfield - Breakfast in Bed 060 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tupelo 061 Chicago - Blues In The Night 062 Crossin Dixon - Guitar Slinger 063 Strummin' With The Devil - And the Cradle Will Rock 064 Stray Cats - Can't Go Back to Memphis 065 Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds 066 Suzi Quatro - Can't Trust Love 067 Lost Sounds - There's Nothing 068 Ike & Tina Turner ~ River Deep, Mountain High 069 Neil Diamond - Memphis Flyer 070 Julien Baker - hardline 071 The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Memphis Soul Typecast 072 Isaac Hayes - Groove-A-Thon 073 Otis Clay - Trying To Live My Life Without You 074 Tim McGraw - Don't Mention Memphis 075 Eric Burdon & War - Blues For Memphis Slim 076 Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Blues Train 077 Sweet Knives - I DON'T WANNA DIE 078 Cream - Four Until Late 079 Grateful Dead - Golden Road 080 Huey Lewis and the NEWS - Function At The Junction 081 The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf 082 Jesse Winchester_ The Brand New Tennessee Waltz 083 Dorsey Burnette - Tall Oak Tree 084 Field Music - Time In Joy 085 Jay Reatard - Blood Visions 086 The Rolling Stones - Honky Tonk Women 087 Quintron & Miss Pussycat - Block the comet 088 Al Green - Let's Stay Together 089 The Mountain Goats - Getting Into Knives 090 Johnny Cash - Tennessee Flat Top Box 091 Robert Pete Williams & Robert â€œGuitar" J. Welch - Mississippi Heavy Water Blues 092 MARY JAMES - MAKE THE DEVIL LEAVE ME ALONE 093 Ministry - Mississippi Queen 094 U.S. Bombs - Rocks in Memphis 095 Nazareth - Jet Lag 096 The Bar-Kays - Holy Ghost 097 Ty Segall - Despoiler Of Cadaver 098 His Hero Is Gone - Like Weeds 099 Jerry Lee Lewis - Memphis Beat 100 Generation X = King Rocker 101 The Doobie Brothers - Wild Ride 102 Bad Company - Whiskey Bottle 103 Black Stone Cherry - When The Weight Comes Down 104 Buddy Miles - Memphis Train 105 Memphis Slim - Rockin' The House (Beer Drinkin' Woman) 106 David Clayton Thomas - Wish The World Would Come to Memphis 107 Lost Sounds - Better Than Somethings 108 Alice Cooper - Ubangi Stomp 109 Tom Waits - Don't Go Into The Barn 110 Hank Snow - Music Makin' Mama From Memphis 111 Phil Ochs - Heres to the State of Misssippi 112 Reigning Sound - Your Love Is A Fine Thing 113 Pixies - Letter to Memphis 114 Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again 115 The Colorblind James Experience - Considering A Move To Memphis 116 B.B.King - Rock Me Baby 117 Carla Thomas - B-A-B-Y 118 Aquarian Blood - A Love That Leads To War 119 Nights Like These - Scavenger's Daughter 120 Rufus Thomas - Walking the Dog 121 Clutch - The House That Peterbilt 122 Lyal Strickland - O Arkansas 123 Don Bryant - How Do I Get There 124 The Sensational Barnes Brothers - Trying To Go Home 125 Squirrel Nut Zippers - Memphis Exorcism 126 Faster Pussycat - Tattoo 127 The Rolling Stones - Memphis Tennessee 128 Alcatrazz - Sons And Lovers 129 Evil Army - Violence And War 130 Deep Purple - Somebody Stole My Guitar (Purpendicular 11) 131 Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs 132 UFO - Natural Thing 133 Thunderbridge Bluegrass Boys - Tennessee 134 Confederate Railroad - Queen of Memphis 135 The Box Tops - The Letter 136 Jerry Lee Lewis - Night Train To Memphis 137 Reverend John Wilkins - Trouble 138 Phil Lynott - Kings Call (feat. Mark Knopfler) 139 Old Crow Medicine Show - Motel in Memphis 140 Candy Lee- Here in Arkansas 141 Pharoah Sanders - You've Got To Have Freedom 142 Molly Hatchet - Mississippi Moon Dog 143 Rwake - Crooked Rivers 144 CARL PERKINS & PAUL SIMON - A Mile Out Of Memphis 145 Eddie Floyd - Knock On Wood 146 Al Green - Talk to me 147 Mush - Eat the Etiquette 148 PJ Harvey - Memphis 149 EX-CULT - Clinical Study 150 Isaac Hayes - Mans Temptation 151 Lil’ Jon & Eastside Boyz - Rep Yo City 152 Rufus Wainwright - Memphis Skyline 153 Stray Cats - 18 Miles to Memphis 154 Amasa Hines - Earth and Sky 155 Joe Henderson - Back Road 156 Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash - Memphis Woman 157 Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste 158 Fess Parker - Ballad of Davy Crockett 159 Assjack - Redneck Ride 160 Brother Andy & His Big Damn Mouth - Social Lube 161 The Replacements - Alex Chilton 162 Ann Peebles - The handwriting is on the wall 163 The Highwaymen - Big River 164 The Cult - Memphis Hip Shake 165 STEVE EARLE - Hillbilly Highway 166 The BO-KEYS featuring OTIS CLAY -Got To Get Back 167 Rush - Tom Sawyer 168 Class Of '55: Memphis Rock & Roll Homecoming - Birth Of Rock And Roll 169 Hank Williams Jr - Memphis Belle 170 Sam Moore & Dave Prater - Soul Man 171 Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Bloc Bloc Bloc 172 Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - Just Dropped In 173 Linda Heck - pictures of dead people 174 Carla Thomas - Sugar 175 Three Mafia 6 - Mystic Stylez 176 Osborne Brothers- Rocky Top 177 The Beverly Hillbillies Theme Song 178 Wilson Pickett - Barefootin' 179 Dolly Parton - Jolene 180 Charlie Daniels - long haired country boy 181 The Civil Wars - From This Valley 182 Jill Jack - Gettin' On In Memphis (The Elvis Song) 183 Huckleberry Finn and His Friends - Opening title 184 Dead Cross - Skin of a Redneck 185 Johnny Cash - I Never Picked Cotton 186 Old Crow Medicine Show - Wagon Wheel 187 Isaac Hayes - That love feeling 188 Aretha Franklin - I say a little prayer 189 Little Milton - What Do You Do When You Love Somebody 190 Howlin' Wolf - Spoonful 191 Weird Al" Yankovic - Money For Nothing / Beverly Hillbillies 192 The Oblivians - I'll Be Gone 193 OT Sykes - Stone crush on you 194 The Mad Lads - Come closer to me 195 The Box Tops - Choo Choo train 196 Bobby Blue Bland - dreamer 197 Wanda Jackson - Rip It Up 198 Junior Parker - Love Ain't Nothin' but a Business Goin' On 199 The Nightingales ft. Tommy Tate - Just a Little Overcome 200 The Louvin Brothers - Satan is real 201 Overture "Big River" - (1985 Original Broadway Cast) 202 Ike & Tina Turner - Shake 203 Playa Fly - fly shit 204 Adia Victoria - Different Kind Of Love 205 Grateful Dead - Tennessee Jed 206 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Backwoods 207 Otis Redding - Tennessee Waltz 208 Nashville Pussy - The Late Great USA 209 The Paperhead - The true poet 210 Tomahawk - South Paw 211 Night Beats - Her Cold Cold Heart 212 Forest of Tygers - human monster 213 LOSS - All Grows on Tears 214 Charlie McCoy - Wayfaring Stranger 215 Dick Stusso - Modern Music 216 Eddie Noack - Aint the Reaping Ever Done 217 Jason & the Scorchers - Greetings From Nashville 218 Jasmin Kaset and Quichenight - A Single Right Word 219 Gospel Keynotes - Give Me My Flowers 220 WEEN - Scrape the Mucus off My Brain 221 Shannon Shaw - Broke My Own 222 The Jesus Lizard - Blue Shot 223 Eddy Arnold - Tennessee Stud 224 Clutch - Pure Rock Fury 225 Today Is The Day - Who Is The Black Angel? 226 Hank Williams Jnr - Tennessee River 227 The Dead Weather - Bone House 228 Every Mother's Nightmare - Long Haired Country Boy 229 Motley Crue - She goes down 230 Waylon Jennings - Tennessee 231 Dolly Parton - Down On Music Row 232 Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon - Lets Go Burn Ole Nashville Down 233 The Byrds - Nashville West 234 Sharon Van Etten - Every Time the Sun Comes Up 235 Bill Anderson ~ More Than A Bedroom Thing 236 Dottie West - Route 65 To Nashville 237 Intruder - The Martyr 238 Johnny Cash - Smiling Bill McCall 239 Lynard Skynyrd - Workin For MCA 240 The Everly Brothers - Nashville Blues 241 Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood - Elusive Dreams 242 Nashville Bluegrass Band - Im Gonna Love You 243 Ringo Starr - No-No Song 244 Hank Williams - Hey, Good Lookin' 245 The Lovin Spoonful - Nashville Cats 246 They Might Be Giants - James K. Polk 247 Commander Cody - Back To Tennessee 248 Wanda Jackson - Shakin' All Over 249 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Grand Ole Opry Song 250 Tomahawk - Flashback 251 Megadeth - Dystopia 252 Dolly Parton - Train, Train 253 The Clovers - One Mint Julep 254 Trampled By Turtles - Whiskey 255 Tom T. 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The Wiles of Men and Women

Chapter One

Summary: Georgiana Stafford has just become betrothed to a man older than her father. Her last chance to enjoy society on her terms comes the night that court celebrates the birth of Princess Mary. She was prepared for just about anything, but she hadn't been prepared for him. Charles Brandon.CharlesxOC, Warning: Spanking

Rated: NC-17

A/N: This may be a one-shot, actually, honestly, it'll depend on how it's received by you lovely readers. This is my first time posting on tumblr (and I’m super nervous about it), I also have an account on AO3 and FF. I’m posting this here because I’ve notice a distinct lack of Charles Brandon stories and thought I’d share. Also, I've developed something of a crush on Henry Cavill recently and while watching the Tudors the line from the very first episode where Charles Brandon says "No. No. She begged." became stuck in my head and I wanted to explore this dominant, arrogant side to him with a character that is a bit bratty and arrogant herself. Please read, review, and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own what is mine. Please don’t steal. Also, there is a good deal of smut and some spanking here. You were warned.

A Night of Revelry

"You are to be married."

The words echoed in Georgiana's ears as she watched the colorful swirls of silks and velvets that made up the dancers of the ballroom. It was the celebration for the birth of Princess Mary. Another Tudor had graced the world, though sadly not a male.

Georgiana could not have given a damn.

Her thoughts were made up of her engagement to the Earl of Worcester, a man only slightly older than her father. While many of her social circle would have born the indignity of being traded from one master to another with the cheerfulness of a summer butterfly, she could only feel the lock tighten on her ever-gilded cage.

She wanted to stamp her feet and scream at the unfairness of it all. Angry tears pricked at the edges of her blue eyes, but she refused to let any sign of weakness show. She was a Stafford; she knew her place in this world. Her father and uncle had beaten her worth into her on more than one occasion. Her father had no use for a daughter.

In truth, he had no use for a child, it was why he had gained special dispensation to marry her mother. The lady being nearly twenty years his senior, Henry Stafford had thought her incapable of bearing any further children than those from her first marriage. However, it took only their wedding night, the first and only time Henry and Cecily laid together, for the coupling to result in Georgiana's unwelcomed birth.

Now seventeen years later, Henry Stafford was unloading his only daughter off onto the first man to make him an acceptable offer. It was why she was to be presented at court on the morrow. It would be her intended's first chance to meet and gaze upon her. It was also the reason she had been forbidden to attend the festivities before her.

Georgiana felt a faint smirk pull at her supple lips, forbidding her from anything was a sure-fire way to ensure she would not do as requested, however. Her father had forbidden her from fighting. She had her half-brother, Edward, teach her to fence. Her mother had forbidden her to gamble. Her half-brother George, ironically now a man of the cloth, taught her every variation of cards and darts known to high and low society.

Her introduction to court was a mere formality. Her intended an old fat boar of a man that she had identified upon her arrival to the celebration was standing beside her father and uncle. Her wedding was to be in a month's time. This night of revelry, the first for another noble lady, would perhaps be the last for Georgiana and she intended to make the best of it. She would dance, she would drink, and if fortune favored her, then she would find a man to take her maidenhead in the most pleasurable way possible.

After all, why did men get to have all the fun?

She tightened the ribbons securing her mask to her face. Her dress, while not as ostentatious as some of the ladies, was still well-made and allowed her to skirt the line of either noble or servant. She didn't want to draw too many eyes, should her father discover her presence... she shuddered to think of what he would do to her.

Feeling confident enough to mingle, Georgiana stepped gracefully around the milling crowds to the side of the dance floor and found a glass of wine. It amused her to stop and listen to snatches of conversations. Most were comments on the Queen's failure to produce a son, though others were more scandalous.

The Earl of Pembroke had taken who as his mistress?

The Lady Annabel was with child? Hasn't her husband been in France for the last few months?

You'll never guess. His lover was a man!

Georgiana sipped at her drink and bit her tongue as she listened. Was this to be her life if she were allowed to stay at court?

As entertaining as the gossip was, there was an undercurrent of maliciousness that made her skin crawl. It wasn't difficult for her to ascertain that friendship here would be as hard to find as water in a desert. It was disheartening, to say the least.

Before long a courtier approached her for a dance. She slid her glass onto a passing tray and took the man's hands with a simpering smile, a pleasing rush warmed her veins, though this quickly dissipated.

His name was Owen Mayfield and she learned that was perhaps the only interesting thing about him. His palms were sweaty from his earlier exertions which Georgiana could forgive, but he seemed to have bathed in some overly floral perfume that had her holding her breath.

It was a relief when the dance finished. She tried not to giggle as she took the opportunity to hide back away in the crowds. She kept up her game of listening to gossip, not willing to enter into conversation, and willing to be more judicious of any further dance partners.

Perhaps it was because of her hesitance to engage in conversation that drew attention. Or perhaps it was the way she calmly wove a path around the room that allowed her to avoid her family as she observed.

Whatever it was, Georgiana slowly became aware of the fact that she was being watched. She had felt it first while dancing with another courtier. Her heart had raced and her head had felt pleasantly fuzzy as she had glided through the quick steps with her partner. She had initially dismissed the watchful feeling as too much wine, unwilling to let a trifle paranoia ruin her current joy.

Still, she had laughed and quickly begged off another dance with the rather charming Mr. Anthony Knivert. The need for fresh air suddenly becoming great as she slipped back into the shadows. It was here, she knew that her early realization of being watched had not been a trick of the mind. The sensation of eyes burned her and she felt a twinge of fear as she fought the urge to seek out her admirer's gaze in case it was her father.

Instead, she kept her head down and made her way to the hall. If it was her father, then she would make a quick escape. If not, perhaps her admirer would follow.

Quietly, she meandered to a tall window at the end of the aisle which overlooked the gardens. Clouds had moved in and a light rain fell over the courtyard. Away from the bodily warmth of the ballroom, she could feel the midwinter cold seeping into the palace. A shiver coursed through her back...but not from the chill.

Slowly, she shifted her gaze over her shoulder and back to the jeering celebration. A man stood just within the entrance to the hall. His deep blue eyes shined dangerously at her from behind a black and gold diamond pattern mask.

Her admirer.

Her stomach clenched at the sight of him. Despite the fact that half of his face was hidden from her, she liked the shape of his mouth and jaw, even the dimple of his chin. He was young and his form was pleasing to the eye and he knew it... A slow smirk pulled at his lips as she took her fill of him.

"Are you well, milady?" He asked almost mockingly. His voice was deep and smooth like the sonorous notes of a cello.

She refrained from answering.

A new game began to form in her mind as she gazed at him. Timid excitement swelled within her... Swallowing tightly, she smiled at him and breathed a faint laugh at her foolishness before taking a step back.

He followed.

She took another step.

He followed again.

Anticipatory recognition sparked in his gaze.

Her smile nearly turned triumphant as she whirled and slipped further away from the party. She didn't run, but it was a near thing as she listened to his heavy steps growing closer to her.

Georgiana thought her heart had beat fast before, but now it thudded in her chest so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Her hand grazed across cold stone as she dashed around a corner. She snuck a quick glance behind her and nearly yelped to see him only a few steps away. A ferocious grin painted his lips as she laughed and flew from his reaching grasp.

She only made it a few more steps before she felt his fingers grasp her arm and whip her around. He quickly backed her into a dark alcove away from any prying eyes. Though, she doubted that any would find them this far from the festivities. Breathless giggles spilled from her throat as she gazed up at him and he hummed amused.

A hand slipped to her waist and somehow impossibly, he moved closer to her. Her laughter slowly diminishing as her curiosity started to take over. She had never been this close to a man before... she liked the strength she felt in his grip, the warmth that emitted from his form. Tentatively, she smoothed a hand up his chest and reveled in the firm feel of his body.

His lips hovered just inches from hers, "Do you submit, lady?"

Submit?

Was she not a woman? Did the world not demand that she submit to men? A faint resentment burned in her heart at the word. She would only submit when forced.

Again, she refrained from answering and instead stole what she wanted. It was quick, a faint brushing of her mouth against his before she pulled back when he pressed for more. A low growl rumbled through his chest that made her smile.

"What's your name?" He asked, brushing his lips over her ear.

The sensation tickled her and sent a strange tingling heat to her core. Licking her lips, she gave her middle name, "Charlotte."

He pulled back with a faint frown, "Are you mocking me, milady?"

She pursed her lips, confusion apparent as she met his suspicious glance. He reached up and removed his mask, allowing her to see his handsome features fully. When she merely arched a brow at him, he realized that she did not recognize him.

He couldn't hold back a faint laugh, "My name is Charles, milady. Charles Brandon."

The name meant nothing to her.

"Charles and Charlotte. How fortuitous." She murmured, sagely amused. She drew a finger down his cheek and to the very lips she wanted to taste again. She gasped startled when his tongue darted out to suck on her delicate digit, all the while he held her gaze.

A flush spread across her cheeks and her stomach clenched again... how improper, but she dared not look away. Charles captured her wrist as he pulled away and placed a light kiss to the sensitive flesh, "Do you submit, Lady Charlotte?"

It took her a moment to remember how to speak, but even she was surprised by what fell from her lips, "...No..."

Charles raised a brow and slipped tantalizing fingers beneath the hem of her bodice, "No?"

Georgiana leaned into his touch as she tried in vain to suppress a moan that rose to her tongue, "No... I do not submit...But I do consent."

The distinction was important to her, maybe foolishly so, but it mattered little because he was upon her in a second. He claimed her mouth with the ferocity of a winter storm. So harsh, his lips bruised hers, but so pleasantly cool as his wicked tongued enticed her. He swallowed her whimpers and delved desperate touches to the small hints of skin her gown revealed. I

It wasn't enough by half. Her game of chase had whetted his appetite and he was so very hungry now. He needed her undressed and prostrated before him.

Abruptly, he pulled back and wrapped his hand firmly around her wrist as he pulled her down the hall. They weren't far from his chambers, but Georgiana wasn't to know that as she stumbled after him, flushed and bewildered.

She opened her mouth to demand an explanation, but he seemed to sense her confusion as he smirked at her over his shoulder, "A bed would be preferable, lady... and you will submit."

The surety in his voice had her baulking on principle, but a smaller part of her thrilled and fluttered at the pronouncement.

So, he had made the distinction.

Unbidden, her maidenhood clinched and shuddered around nothing and she had the sudden desperate desired to know what it would be like to be filled... to submit.

Oh God...What devil had she surrendered to?

The question reverberated in her consciousness as she was pulled into a dark room and Charles soundly locked the door. He didn't give her time to protest or rethink her actions before he attacked her lips again. She groaned as his expert touches drew her further into a curious sparking pleasure. Her own hands divested him of the colorful broach that held his collar closed as she sought the smooth flesh that laid underneath. He was so incredibly warm and felt so hard.

How could one man be this dizzying?

Time seemed to blur and disappear as articles of clothing littered the ground and they both became consumed by taste and touch. Rough fingers teased and tweaked at her nipples, pebbling the sensitive dusty pink skin until it was a darker blush. Georgiana whined and whimpered as her body was assaulted with these new and strange touches. Her nails raked across his bare shoulders as she arched into him, his responding growl, a pleasure in itself.

It was only when his hand slid down to her mound that she suddenly became aware of the wetness seeping from her. Unthinkingly embarrassed, she pressed her thighs together seeking to hide, but Charles would have none of it.

"No. No hiding." His blue eyes blazed down at her as he purposefully grasped her knees and forcefully parted her legs and pressed them to her chest, "Look at how wet you are... Absolutely, delicious."

She went scarlet and mewled lightly in protest as he chuckled sinfully. His gaze disappeared as he dipped down and she jumped when she felt the firm press of wet tongue to her most intimate area. Another rumble of laughter came from him, but Georgiana suddenly didn't care as the vibrations sent a strange tingling sensation to her belly and down through her legs.

She squirmed and wiggled, not sure if she was trying to get closer or further from him. Then she felt it. The press of something foreign at her entrance. She looked down, her chest heaving for air, only to find him staring back at her with wild dark eyes as he pushed a finger into her and then another.

It was uncomfortable, but not. It was invasive, but not. It was painful, but not... and she nearly bit through her lip as she watched him slowly pump those thick fingers in and out of her.

Something was building.

A light sheen of sweat started to bead over her skin and she wriggled as she tried to understand what her body was instinctively searching for, as she tried to find relief from this strange new pressure. She jerked when his thumb brushed over her swollen nub and white sparks of pleasure shuttered her eyes. Her walls clenched desperately around his fingers and she moaned, grasping at the sheets beneath her. She ached so sweetly and then he did it again.

A soft brush back and forth, barely-there – just enough for those sparks to ignite again, but this time he didn't stop. She cried out hoarsely as her legs jerked and her walls spasmed, releasing that exquisite pressure so swiftly that she was lost in seconds.

It took several minutes before she spiraled down from the heavens, he had sent her to. When she opened her eyes, it was to see him sucking on the fingers that had been in her, "Delicious."

A low whine left her at the sinful sight and he grinned darkly at her before he suddenly crouched and smoothed a trail of kisses and feather-light touches up her belly and over her chest, "You came so beautifully."

It was such a stark contrast to what had felt like a violent release that her body seemed to hum in response. She bit back further whimpers but spread her shaky legs to accommodate his broad body as he worked his way back up her.

Charles pressed a light kiss to the corner of her mouth and reached out to undo the ties of the blue lace mask that had managed to stay on this long. To his surprise, she tilted her head away from his touch, "Leave it."

"I want to see you. All of you." Yet, he didn't reach for the mask again.

Georgiana nearly acquiesced to the light demand in his voice, but a mischievous spark batted down that need. She smirked and nuzzled his cheek as she whispered, "Only if you're very, very good will I remove the mask."

Charles huffed a small laugh, "Have I not been good already?"

She shook her head, "Do better."

"You will regret that, lady." He murmured softly and started to tease her core once more. They were playing his game now after all, "Submit to me."

"No, sir." She breathed.

His cock twitched at being addressed so, though he knew that she hadn't meant it to be provocative. More than ever before, he was determined to get her to submit to him. He twisted her onto her stomach and straddled the backs of her knees. Biting kisses peppered her shoulders before he yanked her back by her hair into a kneeling position.

A smile crossed his lips as she caught sight of herself in his dressing mirror and gasped. Her body glistened, nipples hard, face flushed. She was an appetizing sight, but she could only stare as his hands reached around to caress at her intimate areas. He nudged her hair to the side with his nose as he nibbled lightly on her ear and enjoyed the small noises of pleasure she couldn't help, but emit, "Submit."

"N..n-no." She stuttered. Her hands grasped at his hips, pulling him closer in an attempt to find stability.

He bit punishingly at her neck and was rewarded with a lewd groan. His hard cock pressed firmly into the seam of her ass and she whimpered when he began to rock gently against her, "Submit."

A choked denial fell from her lips and he growled.

Her eyes were forced to watch as his hands slid over her stomach to her breasts as he groped and teased at her soft mounds. If it were possible, she flushed darker at the erotic sight of her body being handled so. Shame and embarrassment twirled in her veins despite the heated pleasure he was giving her and she attempted to look away. A particularly hard pinch to her nipple had her crying out as he brought her head back around, "Who said you could stop looking, lady? Eyes forward."

"It's unseemly, Charles." She whimpered pleadingly.

He laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "And you enjoy it. I can tell. As wanton as a whore, you are."

She should be outraged, but only a low moan echoed from her mouth as she felt that lovely heat pool even hotter in her belly again. She shouldn't like being debased like this, but she did. He seemed to know what she was thinking as he smiled against her neck.

He scooted forward and pressed his legs into hers, keeping her thighs locked together tight before shifting ever slightly to slip his cock along her slit tauntingly. They both groaned at the sensation. She was so wet that he was able to grind against her easily. The head of his cock rubbed teasingly against her clit and she writhed back against him breathless. Unwittingly trying to angle him into her tight little entrance. He locked his arms around her as he fucked her shapely thighs and watched as her coil of pleasure began to wind tight again.

"Submit." He breathed and when she shook her head, unable to voice her denial, he shifted again and his cock left her well-attended and swollen clit alone. Georgiana whined in protest as he continued to chase his pleasure, but refused hers, "Submit or I'll continue to bring you to the edge with no relief while I find mine so close to your shuddering little hole."

"Charles." She gasped pleadingly.

It wasn't enough and he slid a hand over the curve of her ass and to the other hole that had thus far been neglected. It was almost as wet as her entrance and he prodded the rim tentatively, smirking as she tried to jerk away, "Even this little hole is winking in need."

He toyed and played with the delicate flesh, making her moan and cry, "Submit, Charlotte."

Instead of answering him, she pressed back against him suddenly trapping his hand between them. He found her gaze in the mirror and his breath was stolen by the desperate fire peering back at him. The muscles of her thighs tensed around his cock and he groaned at the exquisite feel. The little minx was trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

That just wasn't acceptable.

Before she could try to take further control, he pressed her down into the bed and soundly smacked her bottom, "That was very naughty, Charlotte."

"You...enjoyed it."

A surprisingly delighted smile tugged at his mouth and he spanked her again, "Mouthy, brat. Submit."

She yelped and shook her head.

"Very well." He murmured and continued to turn her little bottom red.

She yelped and whimpered with each strike, but to his amazement didn't try to pull away. Low sobs began to pull from her throat as he continued her punishment before finally, he stopped and placed a hand to either side of her head. He lowered his body down onto hers and nuzzled lightly against her cheek. He wished that she had let him remove the mask. Ever so gently, he ground against her warmed bottom until he felt her arch into him and stilled, "Submit. I can feel how much you want it. Submit, darling."

She was close to giving in, he could practically taste it. Georgiana whined lowly as she pressed desperately against him, "Charles, I... I..."

"You?" He drawled softly.

"Please."

He kept still and allowed her to writhe against him, "Please what, Charlotte?"

She grunted in frustration when she couldn't get him to move, "Please I... I need you..."

"You need me...?" His tongue lathed at the rim of her ear, "Come on, darling, just a few more words."

"I need you to..." She choked as his hand moved under her and swallowed the last of her pride, "God... I need you to -to take me. I –I s-submit. I submit. Please."

A pleased hum sounded above her before she felt Charles press a kiss to the crown of her head, "Good girl."

He sat back on his heels and widened her legs, admiring his handiwork as she presented to him. He placed a light kiss to either cheek before he pulled her hips up. No more teasing. They were both at the end of their patience. With little warning, he positioned himself at her weeping hole and entered her in one swift thrust. She cried out at the intrusion and he lost his breath at her velvet tightness. He wasn't going to last long if she kept gripping him this titillatingly.

Georgiana's breath shuddered and groaned as she wiggled and attempted to adjust to his girth. He was much bigger than his fingers. Painfully so.

He pressed his head between her shoulder blades and groaned with every twitch and shift of her stretched muscles. His fingers left bruising marks in her hips before he withdrew and slammed into her again. She choked on a cry, lost somewhere in the realm between pain and pleasure as he set a punishing pace. It wasn't until he brushed against something that made her see stars that she found the strength to meet his thrusts with her own. It felt so good... so much better than his fingers.

It didn't take long before she felt that beautifully exquisite pressure again, building and swelling around his cock. However, this time she felt a heat tremble from the tip of her toes to burn through her legs to her core. It was almost unbearable.

Sensing she was near her end, Charles slid a hand further over her hip and to her swollen nub. His rough fingers pinched lightly at that sensitive organ and the resultant eruption was magnificent.

Georgiana cried out, her legs locking against his as she stiffened and trembled. It was too much and she pressed her face into the mattress as she spasmed around his cock, sobbing her release.

Charles moaned as she clenched tightly, her walls attempting to milk him of his seed. His hips stuttered in an irregular rhythm before he spilled into her. For a few moments more he continued to undulate against her, reveling in everything she gave him before his strength began to wane. With a heavy breath, he collapsed next to her and slowly drew her into his arms.

Their coupling had been intense...more than he expected. Her sobs had turned to quiet sniffles as she fought to regain control. Charles pressed a comforting hand to her back as he shushed her, "You're alright. You were so good, darling."

Georgiana clung to him. She wanted to ask if it was always like that but didn't want to betray the fact that she had just handed him the only thing that made her valuable in the world. Her virginity was gone and she couldn't find it in herself to regret it. Somehow, she doubted her wedding night would be this good. She took a few steadying breaths, allowing herself to take the comfort that Charles was offering. His soothing touches and whispered praises were doing much to settle her.

Slowly, the late hour began to dawn on her and she realized she needed to get back to her chambers before her father realized she was missing. Gingerly, she sat up, cringing as sticky seed and blood slid down her thighs. The pain to her bottom was secondary.

Charles frowned as he watched her, "Where are you going?"

Georgiana smiled faintly, "I need to leave before I'm missed."

She leaned back down and stole a last kiss before she stood on shaky feet and quickly donned her chemise and petticoat. Charles sat up and snatched her hand before she could get much further in her escape, "Stay. I hardly doubt a few more hours will matter."

"I'm not foolish enough to risk it." She countered, gently shaking him off and gathered the rest of her clothes. She could put everything else on in the hall. If she stayed then she would simply end up in his bed for the rest of the night.

Georgiana made it to the door before Charles spoke again, "Lady Charlotte, I believe you made me a promise if I was good."

She paused and eyed the smug glint in his eye and the arrogant smile painting his lips. The pride she had swallowed earlier reared its head again, "Bold of you to assume you were good, sir."

Instead of bringing him down a peg, his smile grew as he cocked a brow at her, "Charlotte, do I need to warm your lovely arse again?"

She blushed darkly at the reminder of their actions and even worse felt her walls clench in anticipation. At his chuckle, she sharply turned to the door again. Without giving herself time to think her actions through, she undid the lace of her mask and threw it back towards his bed before bolting out the door. He never had a chance to see her face.

It was only as he reached to grab the memento, that he noticed the blood. He stiffened and drew his fingers over the wet spot. He hadn't thought he had been that rough and she hadn't mentioned any undo pain to him. It was only as he replayed their affair that he remembered her tentativeness in touching him initially, the curiosity that had burned in her gaze... all that he had taken as an act of well-played coyness. Gods, it hadn't been an act. She had been truly innocent.

He quickly scampered for his trousers and leapt for the door, concern, and sudden possessiveness rearing within him. He wanted no one else to see her as he had or touch her. Odd considering, he wasn't even fully sure what she looked like, but it was too late... she was already gone.

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