#Thank you Thomas Thorne I will always love you

[motherofdogs1010]

Siren II (Dark!Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: And so a game of cat and mouse begins...

Warnings: 18+ only, eventual NONCON/DUBCON smut, forced marriage, dark!Tommy, obsessed!Tommy, singer!reader, eventual pinv sex, eventual pregnancy, dark shit will be happening

A/N: Song used: Say Yes to Heaven- Lana Del Ray

I just wanted to say I love the support you all have towards my writing, it means the world, but I wanted to say that I do take mental health breaks! So anytime I take from posting is because I am focusing on that!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Part I

Her eyes widened a little at the sudden appearance of a man in a suit standing in the doorway. He was only a little taller than her, maybe by a inch or so with a dark-colored pageboy's cap on his head as a cigarette hung from his lips; she could see the sides of his head were shaved very tight against his scalp but his cap hid his eyes so she couldn't see them.

But she could feel his eyes still and it made her feel on-guard as she cleared her throat.

"Hello", she responded back, "can I help you?"

"Forgive me", the man said, pulling the cigarette from his lips. "I'm Thomas Shelby, owner."

"I thought Harry was the owner", she said, confused.

"I bought him out recently", Thomas stated, Y/N still eyed him cautiously.

The man screamed danger and she felt a little uneasy under his blue gaze as he smirked at her apprehension.

"I just wanted to let you know that you gave quite the performance. You have quite the voice."

"Thank you, Mr. Shelby", she responded before clearing her throat. "It's time for me to go."

She could still feel his gaze on her as she hurried out of the Garrison, even in the current safety of her home, it was like she could still feel his deviled gaze on her body.

🍾

A few days had passed since the meeting with Mr. Shelby and it seemed like wherever she turned, she'd find a man with a peaked hat following her. Always a different man trailing enough behind her that she was sure they were supposed to remain hidden, but her eyes always caught them.

She figured it was best to pretend they weren't there, a sinking feeling telling her that if she acknowledged them, things wouldn't turn out well for her. So she took many turns and circled the same route. It made no sense to throw them off so they wouldn't find her way back to her apartment.

Today, she was at another pub that she sang at, known as The Drunken Griffin. It was larger than the Garrison with a proper stage where they had a band play for its singers and she was hoping this would help as she stood at the microphone. She had to make sure she didn't get too close since the microphones were so sensitive as she heard the melody the band began to play.

If you dance, I'll dance And if you don't, I'll dance anyway Give peace a chance Let the fear you have fall away

Tommy sat in the hidden back of the pub, a cigarette dangling between his fingers as a cold whiskey sat in front of him. She was dressed in black again, her hair framing her as she sang to the watching crowd.

I've got my eye on you I've got my eye on you

His mind felt quiet as the troubling thoughts of Kimber, that new Inspector Campbell and the stresses of Ada running off with Freddie Thorne began to melt away.

Say yes to Heaven Say yes to me Say yes to Heaven Say yes to me

Tommy had been having her followed for the past week, but the little minx seemed to have caught on to that.

If you dance, I'll dance I'll put my red dress on, get it on And if you fight, I'll fight It doesn't matter now, it's all gone

It was only a matter of time now...

I've got my eye on you I've got my eye on you, mm I've got my eye on you I've got my eye on you

He definitely had his eye on her...

[sunnyy3d]

Forever Yours|

Thomas Thorne x Reader

A/N:Wow, pure fluff?? I know it’s amazing. Requests open!!

This is a picture perfect moment. Thomas and I cuddled outside, watching the beautiful sunrise. His arm is wrapped around me and my head is on his shoulder. We left the tent that everyone is staying in not too long ago, instead opting for some private relaxation with each other.

We do not even have to speak, our love being conveyed through the way we hold each other. I feel Thomas shift as he gives me a kiss on the top of my head. I smile and look up at him, returning his gesture with a quick kiss.

“What are you guys up to over here?” Alison asks, approaching the spot where we are sitting.

“We are watching the sunrise. Would you like to join us? It is particularly gorgeous today,” I offer. Alison hums as she sits down next to me and we sit in silence for a moment.

I glance at Thomas, noticing his contemplative face. “What are you thinking about, my love?”

Thomas looks at me, “I was just thinking it ought to be dull and commonplace. The same sunrise, over the same house, in the same tiny piece of England. Everyday, for over two hundred years. But it is beautiful. I traveled miles and was unchanged when I could have been here and transported. It is no fault of the sun if the eye sees not its beauty.” My smile widens as I listen to Thomas’ speech. I love it when he is poetic.

“Wow, Thomas… That’s very poetic,” Alison says, thinking the same as me. Immediately, Thomas’ face brightens. He is always smitten to a compliment, but one from Alison can mean a lot, due to the fact that she has always doubted his skill.

“You really think so?” Thomas asks enthusiastically. Alison smiles as she gives him a small ‘yeah.’

“Of course it is Thomas! You are a great poet,” I express.

“That means the world coming from you, dear.” I smile at him. He is so cute when he brings out the puppy dog eyes and broad smile. I have always loved how vehement he is. He never does anything halfway, or at least tries his best at all times.

“And if I may,” Thomas starts. “Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate-“ Alison quickly leaves with a roll of her eyes and an ‘oh my god’ as Thomas starts reciting Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 18.”

I could only giggle at Thomas he turns to face me and grabs my shoulders. Through my laughter, he continued to passionately recite the poem to me, never breaking eye contact.

“So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this and gives life to thee,” he finishes.

“Thank you, Thomas. How can you even remember that?”

“With you around, I can do anything. Your love gives me extraordinary powers.”

“Does it now? What kind of powers?”

“Oh, I would love to show you, but I am afraid that I need a recharge.”

I scrunch my eyebrows, confused on where he is going with the bit. “A recharge? How would you do that?”

Thomas slowly grins, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. “Why, with a kiss of course!” I can only roll my eyes playfully.

Seeing this, Thomas continues. “What? I am telling the truth! Without a kiss from the most alluring and heavenly woman, I cannot save the world with my poetry.” He manages to keep a completely serious face, like this kiss is of the utmost importance.

Deciding to play along, I lean forward with a visage of worry. “But, Thomas, who is this woman? We must find her so that you can get your kiss!”

Thomas’ eyes briefly shoot down to my lips before returning to my eyes. “This exquisite woman is you,” he says softly. With the tone he used, I cannot help the butterflies in my stomach.

Thomas puts his hands on my jawline, cradling my face. He tilts his head and his eyes flutter close as he leans in. Our lips fleetingly brush together before going in for a firmer kiss. I throw my arms around his neck, tangling my hands in his hair.

His lips are soft, like they always are, and he kisses me delicately but lustfully. His unadulterated love being showed by the gentle way he caresses my face. My stomach flutters at the thought that I am his and he is mine.

We finally pull back, breathing heavily, and I gently run my hands through his curls. I give him one last peck on the edge of his smile. We come to a silent agreement that this will have to wait because everyone would likely start to file out of the tent.

We turn back to our previous position; with my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me, tracing patterns on my arm. The smell of old ink and parchment on him provides a calming affect. I take a deep breath, relishing in the scent of him. I could sit here all day with him, just us holding each other.

Thomas is the first to break the silence, “I love you. I need you to know that I am forever yours.”

I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, “I love you too.”

[kimaswork]

Could you pretty pleeeeeaaaassseee do a work of Thoma x Male!reader?? Or a Tighnari x Male!reader?

I love them both so choosing between them was really hard, buuuuut I had to go with my fennec fox baby. For the good luck on hopefully losing a 50/50 to him lol

"Dammit..." You mumbled under your breath as you picked through bushes to get berries. You were currently gathering ingredients for Gandharva Villes... medic? He was a the main forest troupe, leader, person, thingy, you didn't keep track of his titles very well. But you knew he was important and that he took care of the forest, the scouts, and most importantly, you.

Tighnari had recently started dating you, having asked you out nearly two or three months prior.

Hearing your quiet curse with his fox-like ears from the other side of the river, his head perked up. "You okay over there Lo?" He asked, his voice clearly concerned.

'Lo' was his nickname for you. You were his little lotus that bloomed and grew more beautiful everyday. You adored the name, it quickly became one of your favorites.

"Yea- Just these darn thorns, always pokin' me..." You responded, your voice growing more quiet near the end as your answer turned more into complaining.

Softly chuckling he walked through the shallow water, the ripples making the nearby golden bass swim away. "Here-" He said softly, his voice smooth. You could tell he was close by the way you could feel his warm breath on your neck, making a light blush creep up your cheeks. Turning you saw he was giving you his gloves. "Oh babe no, you need those-" You began before promptly getting cut off. "My hands will be fine Lo, I've gotten scratches before. But I want your hands to be okay, Archons knows how clumsy you can be." He says with a playful smirk as he pulls the gloves onto your hands for you, not giving you another chance to refute.

"And I don't want to have to treat my little lotus for a few scratches if I can help it." He mumbles as he pulls your hands up to his mouth and kisses your knuckles, his long ears sticking out and tickling your nose as he did so, making you laugh.

Once he had finished with his affections he released your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "There- all better." He states confidently.

A quick glance to your basket later and he has you by the hand, walking to another bush full of berries. "This one here is full of ripe ones!" He says as he kneels down and picks at the miniscule fruits with you, throwing them into the basket.

Time passed slowly as the two of you gather ingredients for the infirmary, but you were content, you were with your boyfriend, so you saw this as a date. Over the span of multiple hours the pair of you gathered berries, lotus', sweet flowers, mints, and many other plants. Each plant the two of you picked was a new conversation starter, 'Nari had so many facts about medicinal properties and plants to tell you and you just let him go on. Truth be told you had no clue what he was going on about, but his voice was so soothing to you, so you simply listened to his rambles.

After the sun began going down you returned to Gandharva Ville to be met with a warm welcome from Collei. "Master Tighnari!" She said with a smile. He smiles back at her and the two began chatting away which had a massive grin crossing your face.

You were so thankful for the traveler, thanks to them Irminsul was saved and Elizar is a disease of the past. You had never seen Collei so upbeat and happy before, you were estatic you could see her as such.

You went to Tighnaris hut and began making the both of you dinner to share, this had became your routine. Tonight you were feeling a but lazy however, so you made simple chicken mushroom skewers. As you were setting the table 'Nari came in and helped you finish up then sat down to eat with you.

Mundane as the day was, it was sweet. Being with your boyfriend made your heart soar and it only got better when he said. "It's late. You should stay the night."

Oh Archons. When you say your heart was soaring.... Clearly you said yes and before you knew it the two of you were curled up in his cot, all cuddled up and cozy. His fluffy tail was draped over your waist like an extra blanket and your arms were around his neck.

Peeking over him you saw you still wore his gloves. "Oh, one moment." You whispered in his ear as you sat up to peel off the gloves and set them on his nightstand before lying back down in his arms with a smile. "Better?" He asked. You responded with a nod. "Thanks for letting me use your gloves, though I'm sure I would've been fine with a few scratches. Even if I had to wait in line to get patched up, I'd live." You chuckled. With a playful roll of his eyes and a shake of his head he kissed your nose to grab your attention.

"Lo, you wouldn't wait in any line for me to patch you up and of course I'd give you my gloves." He says, his gentle green eyes gazing into your soul. "You are my priority. My main priority. My first and foremost." He states, honesty in his words.

You knew you loved this man, but now you were pretty sure you wanted to marry him on the spot. He tenderly kissed you before pulling you close and cuddling you to sleep for the night.

I think I might like to try to get into trying some headcannons of some of the characters, so gimme ideas of scenarios and characters that you'd like to see!

[ailendolin]

Thank you for the ask @1ittlesparrowlegs!

8. What lines never fail to make you laugh?

Already answered here. In short, a lot of Thomas and Mary's lines.

13. What storyline(s) would you have liked to see (more) explored?

There's an imbalance regarding character exploration in the show that has always vexed me to be honest. Some characters like Fanny and Thomas only got one single episode focused on them whereas others like Pat, Kitty and Humphrey got at least two. Thomas, I think, is the character who suffers the most because of it. He is the embodiment of, "You stay how you die," and because of that most people consider him to be one-dimensional and annoying. There's so much more to him, though, so many things hinting at his underlying trauma and self-worth issues, but the show never explored that properly so I can't really blame people for not picking up on that. I wish we'd gotten at least a flashback to the time after his death - watching Isabelle have that life Thomas always dreamed of having with her with Francis instead must have affected him deeply. I explored that in one of my fics (the idea of which was that Thomas spends the first decades of his death with the Plague Ghosts because he can't bear to see Isabelle every day) but I would have loved to see the repercussions of that in the show.

On a similar note, I wish the show had made it clear that Thomas's infatuation with Alison never had anything to do with romantic love and allowed them to become actual friends. But as I said, after The Thomas Thorne Affair, Thomas was never really explored as a character again (there was 4x01 but the most we got out of that was confirmation that Thomas is very much aware he's not a good poet) so we only got a few glimpses at what that friendship could have looked like (the sunrise scene, Thomas helping Alison learn how to speak in front the camera etc.).

Fanny is another character that hasn't been explored much, and even though the Button House Archives book gives us a little more insight into her, I'm still left with so many questions about her, her marriage to George and her relationship with her children. She's such a criminally underrated character and even more so than with Thomas it makes me angry that she didn't get the screentime she deserves. I feel like even Sophie got more character development than her and as much as I love Sophie and was glad to see her again in series 5, that's just not right. So yeah, I wish the show had devoted more time to exploring Fanny's character and shown us how she actually became Lady Button because I don't believe strong-willed and independent Fanny turned into stiff and rules-abiding Lady Button the moment she got married.

Ask Game is here.

[cosmichoneyz]

(bbc ghosts s5 spoilers)

when pat said to thomas that they would remember him if he passed on, and not just his poetry, and thomas gave him a hug - i burst into tears. because i kin thomas thorne an unhealthy amount. and i put way too much value on the things i create and do rather than who i am as a person. i've always thought i wasn't good enough to be remembered just for existing, rather than writing a bestselling novel or famous tv show like i'd always dreamed. but i am enough. i deserve to be remembered for the wonderful and unique person i am on my own and i am lucky to have found people and grown up with people who will remember me that way. and so has thomas. he doesn't need validation from anyone, he can love himself just as he is. and so can i. and so can you. thank you thomas thorne i love you you tall scottish curly haired dramatic idiot

[dreamofmysoul-tsc]

Things I loved about Chain of Thorns:

the peace each character feels at the end, how secure they are in themselves and their relationships

the Westminster Abbey battle (specifically James stabbing himself w Cortana, the gasp I gusped omg)

Alastair calling Thomas beautiful (multiple times 😌)

ARI 👏🏻 BRIDGESTOCK 👏🏻 MY BELOVED!!

Matthew slowly realizing he is deserving of happiness + his excitement to travel the world and see all its beauty :)

The portrayal of alcohol withdrawal and how tactfully Cassie handled addiction all throughout this series. My dad has been an alcoholic my whole life and I really can’t express enough how grateful I feel towards this series for portraying addiction in all its harsh realities while also making sure that readers understand addiction almost always stems from shame and self hatred. The kindness and gentleness expressed to Matthew and the sorrow, regret, and anger towards Elias are feelings I understand all too well. I’m rambling at this point but basically, thank you Cassie for portraying alcoholics as more than just deadbeats. Thank you for giving them dignity and humanity and thank you thank you thank you for portraying an addict that is not “fixed” by their love interest or their friends and family, but heals because they want too and because they genuinely believe they deserve it. I can’t explain how much that means to me.

Grace. Was pleasantly surprised by her character arc

JAMES HERONDALE MY BELOVED, IF JAMES HERONDALE HAS 1000 FANS I AM ONE OF THEM, IF JAMES HERONDALE HAS 1 FAN, ITS ME, IF JAMES HERONDALE HAS 0 FANS, I AM DEAD

Every scene with Lilith is always so fun but so terrifying

Alastair calling Thomas “my Thomas” no one speak to me

Belial basically being smote down by God at the end???? Is there a god in this universe?? Will we see him in TWP? Final battle between Heaven and Hell??? Omg

so is Cassie implying that Esme Hardcastle’s family tree she’s working on is the one from CP2? And the reason why it’s so fucked is because she was just making stuff up?? Because if so, that’s hysterical

James pointing his pistol at Lilith and going “try me.” Bitch, the way I just about fainted

JAMES HEALING MATTHEW IN EDOM W IRATZES BASICALLY THROUGH FORCE OF WILL AND SUCCEEDING, LIKE WHAT KIND OF BLACKSTAIRS SHIT IS THIS-

Manifesting a short story collection of Matthew on his voyage

Things I really did not like about Chain of Thorns:

How quick Christopher’s death was and how no one seemed to really feel effected by it?? Like we didn’t even see his parents grieving?? At first I boiled it down to, well, they’re in the heat of battle and Prince of Hell BS so they probably don’t really have time to grieve but even after all that ended, we just kinda…glossed over it? The most sentimental moment we got was Grace hearing his ghost and even then, it seemed mostly for plot

Matthew and James not having their own little moment in the epilogue but that may just be me because honestly I could read a whole book of James and Matthew’s little moments and be completely happy

Lack of Magnus. Also the lack of Magnus walking in on a couple making out. What kinda finale is it without Magnus walking in on a couple in a compromising position??

I love series traditions and I was a bit sad we didn’t get a wedding in the epilogue

As much as I love seeing everyone happy and at peace at the end, it felt so out of place compared to the other series’ epilogues. No foreshadowing to other series aside from Malcolm, no hints for TWP, no hints of what’s to come. I suppose the Coda sort of did that but I don’t know if the Belial we see in the Coda is talking about Jem’s interaction w him in GotSM or if it relates to TWP as well?? Idk, I just felt there were things to be desired

The lack of “Lucie? Lucie, is that you?” or “Cordelia? Cordelia, is that you?” (I know they weren’t parabatai until the next year but still)

I truly adore TLH, but one thing that has always felt disjointed to me is how…domestic? it all seems at first? Like, the actual battles and high stakes moments only happen within the last like 200 pages while the rest of it seems mostly roaming around and talking about feelings/being emotionally constipated (don’t get me wrong, I love both those things but I also love the action)

I wish Cassie would take more risks sometimes. Like as heartbreaking Livvy’s death was in LoS, that was one of the first times I remember thinking “wow, I genuinely don’t know if any of these characters are gonna be ok by the end of this” I’m hoping with TWP, I can also have some of that doubt back, because I like feeling like I don’t 100% know if a character is gonna survive this, you know? The fact that only one person died, a character that (to me) always seemed used as mostly a plot device, was a bit disappointing

Overall, I adore this series. I adore this cast and I honestly can’t believe it’s over ;-; I can’t wait for TWP, as much as I know that goodbye will I hurt even worse 😭

[baynton]

2023 CHARACTER WRAP

share your top nine characters of this year

tagged by @matbaynton - sorry bestie didn't realise you'd tagged me until i was insulted i wasn't tagged when i saw emma do it. then checked my notifs and saw i was after all 😌

most will be mats. there are some non mats though!

1. chris pitt-goddard

he is just soooooo perfect. my beloved<3

2. joe starling

BEST BOY!!!!! BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY i love him sosososo much he's such a cringefail loser flop man and he's sooo beautiful and i love him dearly

3. ariel conroy + jamie winton

ariel is soooo insane and i love him!!! he's awful and terrible and perfect all at once. ough baby

and ariel's lovely lovely twin!!! like emma said u can't have one twin without the other, they're a duo. a package deal. they're also fucking 😌 real dirty 😌

4. sam pinkett

i need to knock him up. next

5. thomas thorne

the mat thru which i was introduced to mat (although i watched horrible histories when it first aired, so... reintroduced?) anyway he's perfect and i love him

6. william agar

precious little baby. adorable. perfect. not given enough love. sweet little thing. im kissing him always. also his arse 💯💯💯💯💯

7. ollie plimsolls

there is one person to blame for this. because of you, i think about him very often. and dream up scenarios involving him. and watch his scenes a lot. thanks heather xoxoxoxo

8. zagreus hadesgame

played a lot of hades again this year. his snark and his genuine loveliness make me soooo

9. edelgard von hresvelg

i looooooove her oh my goooooooood babygiiiiirl i loooooove youuuu. best part of playing black eagles is when rhea is like "kill her!!1!!" and byleth is like "no 💖"

tagging: @the-20th-century-girl @kore538 @sonnet-of-anarchy @captains-clever-goose @caps-clever-girl and idk anyone else who wants to do it x

[the-fiction-witch]

The Queen of Thorns P3

Media IRL X Fantasy / DND

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating smutty ish?

Please do part 3 this is so good ❤️❤️❤️❤️

this needs a part 3, it was so hooking

I agree please do a part 3

My body landed on the bed and she crawled over me her nails stroking my neck as she chuckled at me, "It's been an awfully long time since I've had a visitor thomas." She smirked, "Why don't you stay for a while." 

This became a pattern, she would make passionate almost at times violent love to me, and the first chance she let me go I'd bolt for the door only to have her vines wrap around my legs and drag me back kicking and screaming, but she would always free me again once I was in the bed as if she liked toying with me, and it didn't help with each exhausting orgasm I got weaker and weaker to her, more willing, but more tried and thus unable to run as fast or as far from her. 

She played with me like a cat to a captured mouse giving me room to escape only to pull my tail and drag me back again, 

And this went on for days! 

I hadn't slept merely at times passing out from pure exhaustion, as much as It was torture I couldn't deny it was heavenly too. I have to admit... I did kinda like being her little sex toy. 

it began that I didn't even bolt for her, I merely reminded or if I did try and go it was less from fear and more just wanting to have a goddamn rest! 

While she was sleeping I managed to sneak away still gasping as I went down the stairs of her tower but I merely got halfway down before the thorns wrapped around my ankles and dragged me back up to the bed, where she sat waiting for me. 

"Y/n... darling... you know I can't keep up like this-" I began but she kissed me and at this point that was enough to convince me. 

I had lost track of time, and days, anything other than her had been replaced in my mind, I was hers utterly and devotedly, if she wanted me she could have me, and she always wanted me, I had begun keeping track of time in orgasms, began marking days by positions, with the few rare events being my attempts to leave her bed, 

I didn't want to leave her, not now. I was happy here with her but I was tired and exhausted and even just a brief walk out of the room was a nice cool change of pace. 

My last time leaving the room was four missionaries and a reverse cowgirl ago so I kept away for some air and to stretch my legs only half dressed heading down through the castle even getting as far as the front gates where I leant to catch my breath and enjoy the cool air, looking out to the thorn forest. 

I wonder if everyone thinks I'm dead? 

Then again, is that such a bad thing? not like I had a great life, and I did owe that orc in Loslin a hundred gold. 

But before I had time to really think too much the thorns wrapped around my ankle and I was tossed up into the air caught midair and dragged back into the bedroom, 

"Hi," she giggles.

"Hi honey," I smiled giving her a kiss 

"I missed you,"

"Humm your insatiable you know that?" 

"I know," she smiled before she jumped on me again, 

I laid catching my breath holding her tightly, petting her hair a little as we lay together, "Do I get an explanation of... everything or not?"

"Alright, ask away my knight."

"You cursed yourself?"

"No,"

"So the sleeping is just..."

"Me sleeping,"

"And the huge thorn forest..."

"I am the queen of thorns, always had the power."

"I see." I nodded, "The castle?"

"I wanted to be left alone, you'd think building yourself a huge castle with a massive thorn forest would be enough to tell people to fuck off."

"You would."

"It doesn't. Adventurers still come trying to take some advantage, be it the castle, the magic, the coin or even me."

"I mean... I did."

"Exactly, What did you come here for?"

"... I'm one of the few 'adventurers' yet to succeed at something. Been up and down the map looking for a quest to achieve and... I'm pretty useless."

"I don't know, I've found lots of uses for my knight."

"Humm Thank you, my queen." I smiled kissing her, "So how did the myth come about?"

"People kept coming I kept killing them, rumours swill about people going missing, people know there's a queen in the castle it doesn't take long for the myth to swirl through all the whispers and changes." 

"What have you done to all the other adventurers?"

"I killed them, wrapped the thorns around them and used them as fertilizer for my roses."

"I see... this after you do like you've done to me and borderline bed trap them for... uhh... however long I've been here." 

"ehh some of them," she shrugged, "If I felt in the mood, none as long as you though most a night or so but nothing more."

"what makes me so special my queen?"

"Humm your handsome, and sweet, and full of energy" she smirked, "I like my knight very much." 

"Do you?"

"I do."

"I like my queen very much,"

"Do you think you'd ever... be willing to stay here with me?"

"Oh? as fertilizer?"

"No,"

"As a bed warmer?"

"No, I was thinking perhaps I could... Make you my Knight of thorns."

"You're what?"

"My knight of thorns, the big strong handsome man that I could arm with a thorn-sharp sword and dominion over the forest, he who guards the castle and protects his queen." She smiled,

"You'd really want ... me? as your Knight?"

"I would. I'm sure the myth would add you in, as the challenge past the forest that no soul survives, forever guarding his queen." 

"I think I'd like that very much, and... what would the knight do while the queen 'slumbers' in wait for another adventurer?"

"Hummmm... slumber with me, there's a port bell on the bridge a mile from the castle anyone comes to try and get though the forest we will know, so we can slumber, and snuggle and... make love until we hear such bells and then we simply wait to slaughter them together when they arrive and fed them to the roses."

"Sounds perfect my queen."

"excellent my Knight" She cooed pulling us back into a kiss. 

[toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime]

2023 CHARACTER WRAP

Share your top nine characters of this year.

I was tagged by @matbaynton (Thank you so much, Ireland 💖)

I don't have quite as much control as Ireland so I'm upping the Mat character limit to 5, though I could definitely fill the whole list with Mat characters if I wanted to.

Thomas Thorne, BBC Ghosts It's the last year for new Thomas content and that makes me ridiculously sad so he has to be here and in the number one spot.

2. Ariel Conroy, You, Me and the Apocalypse Just downright one of the best Mat characters and I've had the pleasure of rewatching it again this year and exploiting Ariel many times during kinktober. He's just consistently my favourite Mat to play with.

3. Jamie Winton, You, Me and the Apocalypse If I'm having Ariel, I'm having Jamie too, Ariel is nothing without Jamie and vice versa.

4. Felix Fickelgruber, Wonka The newest and quite frankly a delightful Mat character. Mat is so good as this role and it's always refreshing to see him play a villain and also have a musical number?!??!

5. Chris Pitt-Goddard, Spy Just another Mat character that I have particularly enjoyed exploiting this year, especially during Kinktober.

6. Izaya Orihara, Durarara!! I don't know how my interest in Izaya suddenly came back and with full force but it has and it feels like I'm living in 2012 again and utterly, stupidly insane about him.

7. Robin Hood, BBC Robin Hood Again, not sure how this came back into my life... well I am actually and it's because of @sherwood-outlaws and I can't say I expected to watch it twice in one year and not watching it for years and years but god, I loved this show and Robin in particular.

8. Sebastian "Bash" de Poitiers, Reign Okay, I haven't finished this show yet but I fucking love Bash and I love my friend for introducing me to this show! He's so pretty!

9. Pam Beesley, The Office Will there ever be a year where I don't re-watch The Office and fall in love with a different character each time?

If you read through all of this, thank you! I hope you enjoyed! @sherwood-outlaws if you want to give it a go, I'd love to see you find GIFs for 9 different Robin Hood characters 🤣

[feyofmay]

Hello!! I absolutely love your writing and was so excited to see your requests are open!! 💛 I was wondering if i could request a platonic amy march x reader (gn or fem is absolutely fine) with the prompt "i missed you so much". i was imagine maybe reader had been travelling for a while or just hadn't been spending much time with amy recently, and they both miss eachother alot and just have a fluffy reunion! though of course feel free to go whichever direction inspiration takes you!!!! (i also don't mind whether its just best friends or reader and amy are siblings, though i am very biased to the latter)

Even if you don't end up writing this, thank you so much for the things you have written because I'm absolutely in love with them!!!! and of course an extra big thank you if you do write this!!!!

— aubrey!! (@yokolesbianism/aubeystawby) 💛💛

AWWW tysm!! Literally you’re the sweetest & it warms my tiny little heart!! Of course I will write your little request, but I made it a little different. (for flavor ;0)

Word Count: ~800

(not edited, so there’s some grammatical errors. sorry not sorry)

The ache of the youth spent in the twisting thorns of blackberries & dashing madly down dusty paths like deer fleeing from the maw of a greater beast is not felt until, when waking up one morning, her bones are stiff & wooden. As if, if she were to bend her elbow, she could hear a creaking sound from the rusty nail between her two joints. Ever since Amy had left for France to pursue her dream of becoming a great artist,- one who, in her triumphant cries, “would rival Renoir and Boticelli and Thomas Lawrence!”- y/n, the youngest March, has awoken to the splintering ache of an accosted youth.

To say she misses her sisters is an understatement to the highest degree. Everything is far too quiet without the constant chirping of her sisters, a never ending symphony of adolescent conundrums & complaints. Once an eternal twilight, with her sisters playing the role of singing cicadas, the morning had risen with their departure from the best. Several things, which she previously thought were silent, have now shed their fear, & the appliances remind her of her creaking bones with their squeals & whines. The only thing that ever eased her mind was Beth’s piano, a reminder that, although her sisters have grown, she still remains young & a girl.

However, one early morning, the noise of chittering like field mice in a barn snuck in from underneath her door. Like a puppet, her wooden bones acted in the same order that they always have. Planting her feet on the ground, she threw her- well, it was first Marmee’s, then Meg’s, and then Jo found it far too “girlish”, so it was lastly Amy’s- shawl, a soft blue & green woolen piece, to keep herself from freezing in the morning sun.

“Marmee! What’s with all the clamor?” Y/N shouts out as she rubs the last grains of dreams quickly forgotten, a gift from Sandman in the night. Their voice is scratchy like an itchy wool scary as they waddle toward their door. Before Marmee can even consider replying, a shrill squeal fills the house.

“Sister! How I’ve missed you!” the shriek makes the wallpaper curl into itself, & the pounding noise of, what can only be assumed to be, heavy iron weights plummeting onto their creaking wooden stairs grows closer & closer to the half-awake Y/N. Immediately recognizing that voice before she can even register the smell of fresh air streaming in from her open window or the sticky feeling of morning dew on her face, Y/N snatches the door knob & swings it open wildly with reckless abandon.

There, standing before her, in a voluminous, almost cartoonishly large crinoline skirt with tiers upon tiers of ruffles & lace-trimming in differing shades of porcelain blue & silver, her sister & part of her soul, Amy, stands before her like a statue carved from marble & opal. With a toothy grin that reminds Y/N of all the long summer days spent rolling around in the vibrant green grass by the meadow, Any doesn’t waste a second as she barrels towards Y/N & catapults her arms around her little sister, who is unsure if she’s simply still dreaming or actually awake.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you! I’ve missed you so so dearly! All I could think of was how I wished you were beside me. Oh, I’ve so much to tell you! ” Amy rambles on as she digs her face into the nest of locks that rests upon her sister’s head like a rabbit burying into fresh earthen dirt. Curling her fingers around the poofy & seemingly floating sleeves that hug Amy’s sleeves in ways Y/N didn’t know was even possible, the cool touch of the soft, buttery linen kisses her fingers like a distant memory of childhood that’s been lost to the breeze. The fabric leaves a tingling sensation that reminds her of the bells that decorate the Church during Christmas time.

As the folds of linen ripple between her fingers, it’s then she finally feels her mind recenter. The colors around her bloom like the first day of spring, & everything falls into focus. Amy is back. She is real & home & here, in her arms. Slowly, Y/N tepidly wraps her arms around her sister & presses her face into the fabric of her dress. Something hot dribbles down her cheeks, & her silent tears collapse into Amy’s dress. The rust melts off of her joints as she feels her youth soak back into her bones. Her sister, her person, is home.

“I missed you, as well, sister.”

[jamiewintons]

Hey! I was wondering whether you were still taking the Headcanon Alphabet requests for the Ghosts characters? If you do, could you do E, H, O, U and/or V for Thomas Thorne (these are the letters I didn't find, and your writing is just to die for)? If not, then feel free to simply ignore this request :)

I definitely am still taking requests for these for the Ghosts characters (and all the other characters I write for!), but I've actually already done E & H!

Also thank you, anon, that's very sweet 🙈

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Thomas talks about his emotions a lot, but he will only talk about his true, deepest thoughts and feelings with his most important person - you. He does have some trust issues due to the circumstances of his death, but once he trusts you implicitly, Thomas will tell you everything.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a partner?)

Pretty much everything about him. You won't find many people who will love you as deeply as Thomas Thorne.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Thomas is very concerned with his looks, even after his death. He always wants to look his best, especially in front of you. Though his looks obviously don't change too much as a ghost, he likes to make sure his hair and clothes look neat.

Send me a letter and a character!

[sunnyy3d]

Hi are requests still open? If they are could you write about Thomas with the reader being Isabels sister, she has always loved him but couldn't say anything as she was already betrothed and died shortly after him due to illness, it wasn't until Allison came and Thomas starting flirting with her that the reader finally snaps and reveals her almost 200 year old feelings for Thomas?

All the Time in the World| Thomas Thorne x Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, I hope you love it!! It was actually so fun to write! I'm so sorry it took so long; it has been a STRESSFUL few weeks... But Happy Valentine's Day <33 I hope you guys had a wonderful day! This isn't necessarily a special, but I made sure to get it out today... Requests Open!!

     I remember the day Thomas died. It was one of the worst days of my life. The only other day that comes close to it was the one that revealed that I was to be betrothed to a man whom I did not love. Even if I tried, I could not love him, for my heart already belonged to someone else.

     Being the eldest daughter meant that I had responsibilities that Isabel did not. Regardless of whether I had found my true love, I was expected to be wed first and fast. And by the time I did, I had the choice ripped away from me.

     My parents wanted me to marry someone with a respectable profession, which Thomas did not fit into. So instead, they passed me along to a viscount. But I had no interest in him. He was the complete opposite of Thomas. He was serious and uncreative, not to mention old. I needed someone to share my love of art with.

     To cope, I made more paintings in my month of betrothal than I had ever before. I put all of my emotions into my art. Both my love for Thomas and my hatred for the viscount.

     Not long after Thomas' death, I fell ill. The doctors said that there was nothing that could be done besides living the rest of my life in peace. When I received the news, I was unsure whether I should be sad that my life would end short or happy that I would not be forced to live a life full of lies. I put the last of my life into my paintings, some of which still reside in the Button house.

     I often think about the life I could have lived if only Thomas had opened his eyes and looked closely. If only he were not so oblivious. But he was not. So, instead, he died fawning over someone who did not love him. I wish he had looked past Isabel's beauty and realized she was not the one who loved him. Alas, there is no changing the past.

     He still has not stopped being obsequious to every woman that walks past him. Even though he knows he has no chance with her, that does not stop him from spouting poetry at her. It is aggravating and, quite frankly, a bit pathetic. I mean, she cannot even see him. If he would just be a little less blind and catch all of the hints I have dropped, he would see a woman who loves him and all his stupidness.

     The only thing that has changed since Alison has shown up is that Thomas is more persistent. Now that he knows someone can see and hear him, he believes he has a chance. Of course, that is not actually true. Alison is like two hundred years younger than him, alive, and married. Honestly, it has never been more frustrating.  

     "Alison, my dear, you are the pinnacle of beauty," Thomas exclaims as I walk into the family room. Hearing the beginning of a rant, I walk straight out. 

     Unfortunately, Alison spots me before I can sneak away. "Wait, wait, I need your help!" she shouts, cutting off Thomas. I freeze right outside the door and debate whether or not I can get away with pretending like I had not heard her. Before I can decide, Alison seals my fate with a little "Please!"

     I sigh and spin around to re-enter the family room. "Yes, Alison?"

     "I was wondering if I could get a little of your artistic expertise?" she smiles shyly, walking closer. Thomas follows behind her like a lost puppy.

     "Of course you can, Alison. I am glad you asked." I really am glad she asked. It is not often that I get to participate in art-related things, being dead and all. Alison gives me a genuine smile and leads me to the other side of the room where the canvas she has been working on lies.

     "Something's off about it, but I'm not sure what it is. What do you think?" she asks while frowning. I tilt my head as I suspect the portrait. It is of Thomas, but she is right; something is off.

     "I think it is absolutely beautiful, Alison. Much like yourself," Thomas praises.

     I roll my eyes. "It is not bad, there are merely a few things that need to be fixed. Alison, I think you made his lips a bit too small. And the eyes need to be fixed as well. Everything else is good though." It only makes sense that I would recognize this; I have spent years yearning for him. With how much time I have spent around Thomas, I would be disappointed if I did not notice.

     Alison squints for a second, looking between Thomas and the portrait. "You're right! How did you notice that so fast?" I can only shrug in response, not willing to reveal the truth. 

     "I think that you have done a wonderful job, it is perfect like it is," Thomas claims. This is starting to get old. Actually, it is old, about two hundred years so. 

     "But that is not true. Besides the fact that nothing is perfect, Alison has only managed to capture your likeness, not you." It is true; she had the portrait of Thomas but had not gotten the more minor details. Though they may seem insignificant, they were the things that made him him. The things such as the sparkle behind his eyes that show his passion or the dimples in his cheeks that show his joy.

     "That is also not true," Thomas states matter of factly. "There are many things in this world that are perfect, and Alison's portrait is just one."

     Unbeknownst to me and Thomas, Alison slowly backed out of the room, trying to avoid the argument. "Oh, of course you think that! Of course Alison is perfect and of course her portrait is perfect! It is missing the most important detail about you! But no, it is perfect because she is," I yell, throwing my hands about. I do not mean to lose my temper, but I have been perfectly calm about this for far too long. 

     “I never said that! I merely stated that the portrait is," Thomas stammers.

     "You do not need to say it, it lies within your actions."

     Thomas looks into my eyes, "Clearly, I would need to say it because my advances have gone unnoticed."

     "It is not that they have gone unnoticed; it is simply that she does not return your feelings! She is married, for god's sake!"

     Thomas frowns, "But just because one is married, does that mean that she does not love another?"

     I hesitate, debating my next words. "No, it does not. And you would notice that if you would just open your eyes."

     "Are you saying?" Thomas cuts himself off.

     "Yes, I suppose I am. Thomas Thorne, I have been in love with you since I first saw you," I avert my eyes from him. "But you never loved me. You loved Isabel."

     I hear Thomas step closer. He grabs my hand, saying my name. "I did not love Isabel. I never did. But you were betrothed to the viscount."

     I finally look Thomas in the eyes. "Are you saying?"

     "I suppose I am," Thomas jokes. "I have been in love with you since I first saw you."

     "But, what about all the other women were infatuated with?" 

     Thomas squeezes my hand, "It may sound ignorant, but they were solely distractions. I genuinely believed you did not love me back, which I now know is stupid. It was the only way I could think to cope." 

     I purse my lips, thinking for a moment. "As nonsensical as that is, I suppose I understand," I say, clasping his hand within mine. I smile, and we stand in blissful silence, enjoying each other's presence. 

     After a moment, my smile drops. Thomas' brows furrow in confusion. "What is the matter, my love?"

     "You are telling me that we have been in the same house for over two hundred years, pining over each other? We could have been together forever ago!" 

     Thomas drops my hand, instead placing it gently on my cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb. "Well, at least we have all the time in the world to make up for it."

[hechangedtheworldforhim]

chain of thorns spoilers!

~

okay, my brain is still scattered after reading this rollercoaster of a book, but i need to write some of my thoughts down because i am living in denial

general thoughts:

-there was so little magnus, tragic

-there was so little of the adults too, like i know it’s not their story but we’re never gonna see them again

-all of the malcolm tda foreshadowing yikes

-audibly screamed in terror when matthew and cordelia kissed

-seriously their love triangle was just pissing me off

-thomas’ pov kept me going

-but alastair had like one short pov section? what?

-huge ari and winston stan though

-the christmas party scene with tatiana, i was actually so concerned

-low key love that it was grace who told cordelia the truth

-damn james and cordelia are crazy (horny james herondale shooting the doorknob like omg get it)

-you’re telling me esme hardcastle making up her own stories is the whole reason why this stupid family tree is so inaccurate??

-and like, now, it’s SUPER inaccurate

-if i don’t get an updated family tree istg i’m going to lose my mind

okay now onto the important stuff aka why do the lightwood siblings always have to suffer:

-literally wtf because i was seriously rooting for christopher and grace so hard?? and then he died?? what??

-he spent the whole book being his adorable little self and then suddenly he’s gone

-and NO ONE got to grieve properly

-the merry thieves are never going to be the same again, it felt like these books were built on the foundation of their friendship but everyone just moved on?

-like i seriously thought he was still alive or would be coming back somehow because it felt so rushed and improper

-no funeral, no ave atque vale, no scene of cecily and gabriel mourning their CHILD?!

-i’m so upset on his behalf, christopher lightwood you deserve the world

in conclusion:

alastair’s sarcasm was the only thing holding this book together for me, thank you

[ailendolin]

No Hug for anyone? How about Hug for Fawthorne? 😘

This one was surprisingly difficult to write. I hope you'll still enjoy it, dear! 💙

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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Page 44

“All right, close your eyes.”

“Julian,” Thomas whined. “Come on, this is silly. I know we’re going to the library.”

Julian rolled his eyes. “But you don’t know what’s waiting for you there so be a good little poet and close your eyes.”

Thomas huffed but finally did as he was told. “Fine. But you better not let me run into any walls.”

Refraining from reminding him that he was literally a ghost and physically incapable of running into things, Julian checked one last time to see if Thomas’s eyes were really closed before he took his hand and led him to his favourite sighing spot. Alison had been kind enough to leave the laptop open by the window and light a few candles to make the scene a little more romantic. Julian couldn’t have cared less about the latter but he knew Thomas would so he’d made an effort. It was a special day, after all, and Thomas … Thomas deserved to be put first for once.

“You can open your eyes now,” he said softly.

Thomas blinked. He took in the soft glow of the candles with a smile before his eyes were drawn to the laptop screen. He frowned in confusion. “That’s … that’s one my poems.”

Julian nodded and used his finger to scroll up to the title page of the document.

“Assorted poems and sonnets by Thomas Thorne,” Thomas whispered in awe. He glanced up. “Did you–?”

“Yeah,” Julian said, trying to sound nonchalant. “The others helped a little because god knows you compose more than the average human could possibly remember. But yeah, I typed them up. And I asked Alison to print them. The book will arrive next weekend.”

Thomas’s eyes began to shine in the candlelight.

“Why?” he whispered. The word trembled on his tongue.

“Your work deserves a place on these shelves.” Julian gave his hand a squeeze. “And because it’s your birthday.”

Thomas’s eyes went wide. “How did you know?”

“Fanny,” Julian said simply. A soft laugh escaped Thomas before he turned back to the laptop again, taking in the title once more. After giving him a moment, Julian scrolled down to the poem on page 44. “This one is my favourite.”

“Oh,” Thomas said softly. He looked up at Julian. “Really?”

Julian shrugged. “I may not understand half of what comes out of your mouth on a good day but this – this was you telling me you loved me for the first time, wasn’t it?”

A smile tugged at Thomas’s lips, small and just a little self-deprecating. “I didn’t think you were listening.”

“Course I was,” Julian said. And then, a little quieter, “I always am.”

He leaned down to kiss Thomas, slow and sensual, just like he knew Thomas liked it. When he pulled back, he cupped one side of Thomas’s face and brushed his thumb over one delicate cheekbone. “Happy birthday.”

Thomas leaned into his touch, dimples and crinkly eyes and all, and smiled. “Thank you.”

Julian knew there was more to these two words than simple gratitude. It was the joy of finally being seen after a lifetime of being looked over. It was the relief of being appreciated after always being mocked before, and it was the realisation that he was loved despite whatever faults he found within himself, wholly and completely and without shame.

“Thank you,” Thomas said again, even more heartfelt this time, and before Julian knew what was happening, he found himself locked in the warmest and most loving embrace he had ever been on the receiving end of. With a content sigh, he allowed himself to close his eyes and bask in the knowledge that for once, he hadn’t screwed up.

“I love you,” he whispered against Thomas’s messy curls – the first time he’d ever said those words to anyone and actually meant them – and when he felt Thomas tighten his hold and begin to shake, Julian pressed his lips to his temple and silently prayed that the only tears Thomas would ever cry because of him would be happy ones.

[spotforme]

my thoughts from my re-watch of seasons 1-2 (that might be useless)

Who Do You Think You Are:

Hunting Alison was Pat's idea

Happy Death Day:

Robin playing chess with himself in Happy Death Day

Both Cap and Fanny like to go on rants about their lives (and things related)

Free Pass:

Kitty singing is precious

As is Mike telling facts to an empty room

Robins little rhyme in Free Pass: Never bored with chess board

Moonah Ston:

Cap and Thomas are essentially the duo no-one wants to listen to

It's fun to imagine Robin teaching everyone the moonah ston dance, even Humphrey's body knows it

You know that episode about Cap and Fanny not laufing? Yeah, they both laufgh while watching friends

Mike's urge to shake hands when offered

Getting Out:

Cap conforts Kitty the first time (on screen), even if it's for a plot

Cap new there were bones in the basement, but others didn't, so he could only know if he went down to the basement and chatted with the plague ghosts (I like to imagine he does this regulary)

The Grey Lady:

I feel dumb only detting this now, but when Thomas says "If music be the food of love..." and alison puts on the record.

Like that's so good

Humphrey being the only one who thanks Alison for turning the page of his book

Mike's monocle

The whole Thomas's Luice's Chees commerchall

And about that. They left the recorder there to pick up any voices that might be heard while they were away. So with all logic they should've listened to the whole recording, like they didn't know there was a ghosts right then and there who would start speaking ammediedly.

That's why I think the box would've started playing Button FM in a second, if they hadn't cut it off

Also, I can't believe Pat left Robin hanging

About Last Night:

Just how fast Pat goes from thinking the party will be fun, to not liking it the second Captain says something negative about it

How easily Cap can be persuaded into silence about dante at the threat of Alison not putting on documents anymore

And Pat's sly smile at the fact

Mary's song about nice names include: Daniel, Bruno, Clive, Annie.

Julian is so annoying that the plague ghosts rather live in the basement (with the guy who killed them (and their kids, who I'm glad moved on)) than with Julian

Redding Weddy:

Captain doesn't have his medals in the flashback

Captain doesn't seem at all compitent under pressure

Thomas and Robin are both just as disbelieving of the man on moon thing, at first at least

Kitty turns serious the moment anything related to Mary's trail comes up, so she can confort her

Captain definedly used to smoke. Like, why else would he have that cigar when burrying the bomb, that to have a melancholic smoke after it's done.

The Thomas Thorne Affair:

Mary want's to wear a dress made of sea-shells and a simple lobster hat, she doesn't want the hat if it's too complicated

Thomas was close to dying with his jaket on, but he took it off for the duel

Fanny married into Button house, so she was something else before

Bump In The Night:

Captain uses Humphreys hands to keep count of boxes while chatting to his head

Music club!

Kitty and Julian sing

Cap does that instumental march, and Humphrey "sings" along to the trumpet section. Witch makes me think Cap has performed it to Humphrey already.

It's really funny that humphrey is the guy who always listens. But maybe that's just 'cos he can't get away, even if he wanted to

Sadly Robin and Pat seem to be the only ones jamming to the Cap's song

Pat's morals are auestionable, he thinks the (younger) robber can still be redeemed, but the moment he puts gum on a table, it's instant borstal.

Robin was really smart and helpful to call Barclay's dogs

Fanny's shadows can be seen

Perfect Day:

Mary canonically had a husband who died in a farming accident few years after their merrage

Robin and Fanny's development to accept merrage is nice to see

The Ghost Of Cristmas:

Robin falls asleep on the floor by the fire, with is adorable

Them playing twister

The plaque ghosts singing along to carils too

And of cource Julians break down (now with family and crying babies!)

That's half of everything so far. Just one thing to add

Call Me by Blondie fits to be anyone's theme (I must clarify that I do mean the 8-minute version)

[thecandywrites]

Kinktober 2023- Dirty Talk

Mary Magdelene

This is a continuation of last year's story for this Prompt. Which is with a John Wick Twist. So this is actually doesn't have "Dirty Talk" in the traditional sense. But there's a ton of Innuendo.

So for Dirty Talk - #20 on @imaginejolls, #30 on @kroas-adtam, #22 on @darthglitterfanfiction, #13 on @kining-the-evil, #1 on @biryu13 For Friends Kinktober. And then all the thanks to @starsandskies, @darthglitterfanfiction, @jingyuansbird , @quefish77 , @myfictionaldreams, @thecrystalroom, @absurdthirst, @raeny-thorns, and @uwusillygirl for being wonderful, creative, amzing people and came up with amazing kinktober prompt lists too. Go check them out. I would have loved to do all of them from every list. But, sadly, real life won't let me. But what I do have, I'm doing my best to do well.

This one isn't really all that explicit but there is the threat of assassination and murder. So PG? PG-13 maybe? I know, a bit of a let down if you're here for hardcore stuff. But I had SO MUCH FUN with this prompt last year and then I immediately knew I wanted a continuation from the story last year. So this is just pure self indulgence for me. Sorry, not sorry.

Kinktober 2023- Dirty Talk- John Wick AU

Mary Magdalene 

“Mr. And Mrs. Marriongnois-Chantemont, welcome to The New York Continental.” Frederick greeted cordially to the couple as they came into the newly rebuilt and reconsecrated New York Continental Hotel. 

“It’s always a pleasure to be here.” Falicia offered before she slid the gold coin across the counter before Fredrick picked it up and put it in the appropriate drawer and traded it for the room keys for their stay.  

“Has Mr. and Mrs. Shawarma checked in yet?” Falicia asked. 

“Yes, they are waiting for you in the Starlight Lounge.” Frederick answered. 

“Excellent.” Falicia beamed happily before had her luggage taken to her suite as her and husband Thomas went with her to the elevator to the roof where the Starlight Lounge was on on the roof of the hotel. 

“Falicia!” Valencia greeted happily as she recognized her friend and went to hug her friend over her friend’s baby bump. 

“Valencia!” Falicia greeted as she hurried her waddling steps to hug her friend tightly. 

“Hey Emon, how are you?” Thomas grinned as he shook Valencia’s husband, Emon’s hand. 

“Good, and you? You ready for the pitter patter of little feet?” Emon teased.  

“Can’t wait.” Thomas beamed happily. 

“So? What are we having?” Valencia asked Falicia. 

“A little girl. Her name will be Willow.” Falicia informed her friend as she pulled back and moved her friend’s hands over her pregnant belly to feel for kicks. 

“Aww, hi Willow. I can’t wait to meet you. You’re going to be so stinkin cute!” Valencia cooed. 

“So what’s up? Why’d you need to meet us here?” Valencia asked before she had them sit with them. 

“No more food poisoning I hope.” Emon noted. 

“No, no food poisoning. But we do have a small issue. Because of what’s happened with the Marquis, my father, as you know, has a seat at High Table. And with little Willow on the way, I’m worried about becoming like Gianna. As you know, I not only have 1 brother, I have six.” She began as worry seemed to cross her features as she hugged her pregnant belly protectively.

“And being your father’s favorite, despite six sons, you’re worried you now have six targets on your back.” Valencia noted. 

“Not my back, Willow’s. Not only am I the only daughter but Willow will be the only granddaughter and if I thought my father was doting before. He’s especially doting now. He’s already named her heir of his most precious possessions and the best of his assets and she isn’t even born yet.” Falicia explained in a low, hushed murmur. 

“A Joseph and his jealous brothers situation.” Emon noted. 

“Exactly. She’s Joseph and Willow might as well be Benjamin.” Thomas noted. 

“I see. So do you need a Joseph and Benjamin?” Valencia asked. 

“No, I need a Davinci Mary Magdalene, for Willow.” Falicia answered as Valencia and Emon both blinked in surprise as their eyebrows rose in surprise. 

“Does your father know you’re asking for a Mary Magdalene? Let alone, a Davinci Mary Magdalene?” Valencia asked. 

“No. Because to ask, is to imply that there are already problems with his disciples and my brothers have not said anything to me. But there has been suspicious activities and the whispers of rumors. I just can’t help but worry that they’ll smile to my face but plot Willow’s downfall before she’s even out of the womb. I know you’re a very valuable tool and that the Red Shed has every right to reserve you for any number of jobs. And I know that I’m only halfway through my pregnancy. But I still worry and I’m scared. Genuinely terrified. And I still fear that with every new gift my father bestows to me, especially for Willow’s sake, will earn more enemies out of my brothers and their sons.” Falicia offered. 

“Please don’t tell me it’s my pregnancy brain talking, I know some women get unusually worried or start to get unduly paranoid while they’re pregnant…” She began to argue. 

“Oh God no! No! Not at all! No. This is not paranoia, in this line of work and in this business, these are of course, very real fears. And usually if your intuition is telling you this, you need to listen. This isn’t pregnancy brain, this is just your regular brain. I know your brothers, I can see the need to have these fears too. I’m just trying to wrap my head around how I’m going to give you the Mary Magdalene.” Valencia reassured her friend as she reached out to hold her hand. 

“Do you have a specific way you want me to do this or do you not want to know- for your own safety and just trust me to handle the details?” Valencia asked. 

“I just need to know that you’d do it, that I can trust both of you to come together for Willow.” Falicia offered before she pulled out a Marker as Valencia gave Emon a quick, but meaningful glance as Emon gave her the subtle nod but otherwise kept his mouth shut and turned to look at Thomas who was blushing but seemed resigned, if not a little defeated and guilty. 

“It’s not your fault.” Emon offered to Thomas.   

“I feel like it is. If I hadn’t knocked up my wife, I wouldn’t have put her in this position.” Thomas argued. 

“We both wanted a baby Tom. We’re in this together and we’re doing this together. And this is just us getting a safety net in place for Willow. That’s all this is.” Falicia reassured her husband. 

“And all this is- is another safety net in place for her. That’s all this is. Don’t feel bad or feel guilty. You should be applauded for being responsible enough and using your own intuition and your own intelligence to try to figure out variables. Best case scenario, you guys never have to use this. Worst case scenario is that you guys needed this and didn’t live long enough to get it in time for Willow. It’s always better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it.” Emon reassured them as he reached out to clasp his hand on Thomas’s shoulder as Thomas wiped away a stray tear but gave Emon a grateful smile. 

“Will you do this for me? For Willow?” She asked as she held it up to her friend. 

“Absolutely, without a second thought or hesitation.” Valencia readily agreed as she took the Marker, after she slid the front off to make sure Falicia put her thumb print in it before she put it away into her pocket as Falicia finally breathed a huge sigh of relief as Emon and Thomas gave each other a nod of understanding. 

“Thank you.” She thanked her as tears came to her eyes as she pulled her friend into a hug and couldn’t help but cry as Thomas handed Emon the paperwork before Emon signed his name, as Valencia’s husband and partner before Thomas handed Emon a whole, very heavy care package as Valencia kept one arm around Falicia’s shoulders to sign the documents before going back to hugging and holding and comforting her friend. Since it was clear that this had been weighing on Falicia since Willow’s conception. 

“Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. I know I can’t trust anyone else with this.” Falicia blubbered. 

“You’re welcome. I’m so relieved to know that you trust me enough for this. I’m honored and privileged that you do. And I will not let you down. If you and especially Willow need this, I’ll do it, or die trying.” Valencia readily reassured her friend. 

“I just don’t want anything to happen to either us, or her, or you or Emon.” Falicia offered as she got some tissues from her bag and tried to wipe up her streaking eye makeup. 

“I hope nothing does either, but we’ll be prepared for the worst. Just leave it to me and Emon. We will take care of everything.” Valencia reassured her friend. 

“And so far, here’s a copy of everything. If anything gets changed, I’ll let you know and send it to you.” Thomas murmured to Emon as he got into his computer case and  Emon quite the folder of all the paperwork and copies of wills. 

Thomas got the file folder out and handed that over to Emon as well as Emon simply put it with the care package before Thomas pulled out a key chain out of his pocket and handed it over to Emon as well. 

“Everything else you will need will be on this. But otherwise, here’s the key’s to the Kingdom as they say.” Thomas said as he handed the keys over by a special key chain that held a thumbdrive before Emon took the keys and inspected them before he put them into his pocket. 

“Do you have anything you want to add?” Emon asked Thomas thoughtfully. 

“There’s another hard drive in the care package. And should we need to use the Davinci Mary Magdelene, use it to cripple the Marringnois infrastructure and then freeze their assets that don’t automatically go to you and Valincia or to Willow. And when Willow becomes of age, the key to unfreeze them is with it. It’s in the locket, on a nano chip behind her mother’s picture. And if Willow ever needs to vanish again. Another shield and vanishing act will be on the nano chip behind my picture.” Thomas breathed in a low murmur. 

“I see. Anything else?” Emon asked. 

“Yeah, if they go after Falicia or Willow, give them Food Poisoning.” Thomas insisted. 

“With a side of Blood Pudding.” Emon nodded as Thomas nodded in agreement. 

“I see you taught Tommy how to Talk Dirty.” Valencia teased Falicia.  

“Yeah, I’ve given him a crash course on it ever since the Food Poisoning incident.” Falicia laughed through the last of her tears as she began to try to pull herself back together. 

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. We have the Marker. You have Tom, you have me and you have Emon and you have the whole Red Shed and you have the High Table. If your brothers really want to start shit, you got them outgunned and outmatched and outsmarted. And if I have to bring Management and even Upper Management into this, I will. There are rules damn it. ‘Without them, we live with the animals’ remember?” Valencia supplied. 

“I know. It’s just…I just hope I’m making a mountain out of molehill. Or that I’m really worried for nothing or wasting a Marker on this.” Falicia breathed as she reached for water bottle and took a few long pulls. 

“Hey, even without the Marker, I would and will do this for you. After all we’ve been through? And all that we’ve done for each other? This is a given. And you know what, I’ll add a Changeling, if it will make you feel any better.” Valencia added. 

“Or even a Persephone.” Emon added. 

“Ooh.” Falicia and Thomas oohed in delight. 

“Oh, why stop there? If you want a Davinci Mary Magdelene, I’ll give you a full Hail Mary and an Our Father with a full Fibonacci Sequence.” Valencia volunteered. 

“Oh, you don’t need to go full Fibonacci.” Falicia tried to contest. 

“Fine, Art of War it is then.” Valencia insisted. 

“Enough, enough. Ok, ok, I’ll take the Fibonacci.” Falicia laughed as she put up her hands in defeat but smiled adoringly at her friend before they hugged and kissed each other’s cheeks again. 

“There’s that smile. It’s ok. We got this. Just worry about taking care of yourself and Thomas and nurturing little Willow for now. Everything else will be taken care of, I promise. Because I’ll be the one to take care of it and you know me. I don’t do anything half assed or half hearted. Willow’s practically a princess. And if she needs to be raised as a pauper in order to inherit her crown and her seat on her throne, so be it.” Valencia encouraged. 

“Thank you.” Falicia thanked her. 

“You’re welcome. How long are you here for?” Emon asked. 

“Just tonight, we fly out to the Chataux tomorrow.” Thomas answered. 

“Hungry?” Valencia asked. 

“Always.” Falicia nodded. 

“Come on, let’s get a bite at Prime.” Valencia urged her friend before she helped her friend to stand up and walked with her to the elevators while Emon put everything into a bag and then took a detour to drop it off at their room before rejoining them in the lobby before the four of them went out to dinner.