#ada throne x reader

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「 CUDDLING WITH BSD MEN PT 3/4 」

pairings: fyodor x reader ፥ nikolai x reader ፥ sigma x reader ፥ poe x reader

tags: gender neutral reader, no agab mentioned, first person, fluff, cuddling/phyiscal affection

warnings: curse words, I’m sorry I had to curse the doa is cracked

other parts: ada ᨒ port mafia ᨒ doa + the guild ᨒ the hunting dogs

a/n: this is the most cracked part yet

// fyodor dostoevsky ⌇˚.༄

⮑ … you are crazy for cuddling him, truly.

⮑ Our dear master manipulator, how you trust him enough to let him that close I do not know how. What confuses me even more, how did you get him to trust you? Anyways— somehow you managed it, and it’s now time for some cuddle headcanons with Fyodor.

⮑ His lap is your throne. He spends pretty much all of his time in front of his monitors, so it’s not uncommon for one of the other doa members to walk in and find you curled up on it. As long as you don’t distract him, he will allow you to stay and do as you please. Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around your waist.

⮑ He actually doesn’t mind pda, he doesn’t see you as a weakness to himself and trusts that you’ll be taken care of and safe, if not by him then by the others. I think having an arm or hand on your waist is common with him when you two are out. He will make it clear to anyone who stares at you too long that you’re his.

⮑ He’s big spoon always, he will never give up control even with something as small as cuddling. Honestly you’re lucky he will cuddle you at all. He’s not fond of touching much. Seriously the fact you touch him without knowing his ability, you’re absolutely insane. His cuddles I feel like are cold. Oh, and if you annoy him he will kick you off his lap.

⮑ 4/10, when he allows you in his lap and you behave you find that it’s actually quite nice. Good luck though.

// nikolai gogol ⌇˚.༄

⮑ I find you crazy for cuddling him as well but for a completely different reason.

⮑ With Fyodor you’re insane because he’s dangerous as hell, and yes Nikolai is too, but I find you crazy for cuddling him because he’s an unpredictable crazy clown. He is the definition of “never let them know your next move”. It’s never safe cuddling him. You never know when he will pull a prank—.

⮑ He will pull shit out of his cloak during cuddle sessions or pull you through. He will come up behind you, hug you, and suddenly you’re teleported to a pool full of rubber ducks. And that’s on the bright side.

⮑ All jokes aside, it scares me to say he’s actually good at cuddling. He’s very attentive, he knows how to read you. Like Dazai, his cuddles feel too secure at time. He knows when to be serious with cuddles, and when he can be unhinged. He’s pretty good at behaving according to what you can handle.

⮑ He’s very comfortable to cuddle, and he loves when you rest your head over his heart. He’s another big spoon for sure, another one who doesn’t like being out of control. Except for him it’s more that it just doesn’t feel comfortable or right. He also loves pda, and he loves messing with you in public. He could care less if people are staring.

⮑ 6/10, you better hope he’s more in an attentive mood than wanting to torment you.

// sigma ⌇˚.༄

⮑ He demands cuddles every second of every day. Give them to, him or else.

⮑ Our precious three year old. I promise you he has never been cuddled a day in his life. Like pretty much every aspect of your relationship, cuddles are a new thing that he has to learn. Once he learns though he adores it. It’s his main form of comfort. More often enough he comes home from work and collapses in your arms.

⮑ Due to how stressed out this poor boy is and how he pretty much never catches a break, he’s almost always the little spoon. It’s either a nervous breakdown or you hold him. How can you complain though he’s so precious. Plus he has pretty and soft hair to play with.

⮑ When he is the big spoon he always holds you in his arms protectively, terrified that if he lets go he will lose you. He often will place a hand over your head as he holds you. If you fall asleep in his arms he will sit there wondering how he got so lucky with you. He loves spooning you because again, you’re safe in his arms.

⮑ He loves when you visit him and sit in his lap, it makes working so much easier for him. He’s very shy with pda but if you love it he will do his best. He gets so flustered when people walk into his office and you’re in his arms, it’s actually so precious.

⮑ I could go on and on about him and his adventures of cuddling tbh.

⮑ 10/10, he’s so sweet and cute and does his absolute best for you.

// edgar allan poe ⌇˚.༄

⮑ Oh my gosh he’s so easy to fluster I can’t. And Karl?

⮑ No literally it takes nothing to make him flustered he’s so shy. 90% of the time you have to take charge when it comes to initiating physical contact. He second guesses himself and worries he might be too much. So he allows you to initiate it. Yet he panics every time. Crawl into his lap? Tomato.

⮑ Karl constantly crashes your cuddle sessions, which is probably a good thing or things might turn… nsfw. It’s actually quite cute though, Poe will be writing a book, you’ll sit in his lap, and Karl will sit in yours. Honestly you get just as much cuddles from the raccoon as you do your bf, something he gets jealous about lol.

⮑ Believe it or not he’s actually mostly big spoon. Similarly to Sigma, it comforts and reassures him to be big spoon. Though he genuinely doesn’t mind being little spoon, especially if you love being big spoon.

⮑ Your most common cuddle position, besides sitting in his lap when he writes, is either you holding him while he writes, or facing each other in bed holding each other. It’s easy to talk to each other softly and give gentle kisses.

⮑ 9/10, sometimes having to constantly initiate it can get a bit frustrating.

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Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 pt1

Welcome back, Beloved Reader!

IT'S BEEN MONTHS WTFFFFF

Y'all im so sorryyyyy ahhhhh 😭😭 godd where have i been

I'm not even gonna talk your ears off, let's just get right into it!

Somehow, we need to figure out a way to expose the king and make him pay for what he did! But how...? Lady Ada shows her face again! What could she possibly have to say now?!

Let us continue!

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Medeival!Leon Kennedy X Fem!Reader

Summary: Now knowing the truth, you, Leon, and his personal guard Chris, begin to create a plan to expose the King and Lady Ada Wong to the court in front of the Queen.

Cw: Just fluff and confrontation

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Enjoy! <3

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The feeling of guilt in a person never truly leaves. No matter how the situation may be resolved.

You've seemed to learn that the hard way.

Your eyes never stray from Leon's form as he and Chris shoot ideas back and forth on how to get Lady Ada out of your lives.

Following the horrifying reveal of why Leon had bed Lady Ada, you called for the only other person who knew of the events that took place that night.

Chris had arrived in minutes, relieved that someone he could trust shared the same secret as them.

At first, you'd been very vocal during the conversation. It seemed as if you wanted revenge more than anyone else.

But as the talking went on, you'd fallen silent, staring at Leon as he rebuttals every idea Chris spits out. You watch as his hands wring, his mind deep in thought as he murmurs every answer.

Even though his expression seemed neutral, you could tell he was fearful of messing this up.

One mistake had the potential to cost all of them their heads, a risk he certainly was not willing to take.

Your hand moves underneath the table, reaching to hold his.

He notices your hand instantly, offering a smile of appreciation before flipping his own to hold onto yours. "Chris, let's give this a break."

Taking note of the change of atmosphere in the room, Chris gives a low bow and a small 'Your highness' before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Now alone, Leon frees his hand to stroke your cheek. "Are you alright?"

You reach up, taking his hand in yours and locking them together, bringing them to your lips. "I'm okay."

He gives you a look. "You don't seem okay."

You ignore him, watching as he takes your intertwined hands and puts them in his lap. "I should be asking you that question, highness."

Leon's face contorts into one of un-comfortability. "You've never called me that before... What plagues your mind, y/n?"

It's your turn to become uncomfortable. You squirm as he watches you, suddenly becoming bashful under his full attention.

"I'm... worried. Leon, even if we do somehow manage to expose the king, what else could we do?" A look of despair crosses your features as your hope dwindles. "He's the king. There's very little we can do to... de-throne him.."

Leon remains quiet, his jaw tight as he absorbs your words. His silence heightens your anxiety. You reach out your hand, holding his warm cheek. "If he tries to retaliate-"

Leon reaches up, placing his hand on top of yours and gripping it with a reassuring strength. "He won't."

Your blurry eyes meet his blazing ones, his body giving off a determined aura. "I'll die before he hurts you."

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You're no fool.

It has become increasingly obvious that the servants have noticed the restoration of your and Leon's relationship.

Every time you pass a group of gossiping staff, they all suddenly go quiet and bow before running away.

And as an even bigger sign that everyone knows you've forgiven your betrothed, a knock sounds at your door.

Not knowing who could possibly need you at this late hour, you were quick to hide the pen and scrap of paper you were using, ungracefully shoving them into your vanity drawer before speaking.

"Enter."

Turning toward the doors when they opened, you staggered backward.

The last person you'd expected to come to your chambers, especially after your last encounter, was Lady Ada.

Unaffected by your obvious surprise, Lady Ada curtsied before you. "Your highness."

You recovered quickly, straightening your back and getting to the point. "Lady Ada... To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The red maiden stands fully, immediately dropping her facade and crossing her arms, an amused look on her face. "Let us skip the pleasantries, Your Grace. You know... don't you?"

You grunt but keep your expression mutual. "I've no clue what you are talking about."

"There's no point in acting clueless. You know what the king forced between me and Leon." You feel your pulse rise when she discards the use of Leon's title.

"Mind your tongue-"

"No, I don't think I will."

Your teeth clench, your fists balling as you attempt to reign in your anger. "You forget your place, Lady Ada."

"Actually, I think I remember it quite well," The Lady stalks closer, slowly invading your space until she stands over you. "It is you who forgets my place, princess."

"Excuse me-"

"You heard me." She leans over you, pressing her body against yours. "You may expose His Majesty, but what after that? You want to ruin me? Destroy my reputation? Well, you can try pretty princess, but you will not get far."

You clench your jaw, defiantly looking up at her as she whispers her words, "What exactly are you hoping to accomplish? Please, do tell. I'm very curious."

"I'd rather gamble my last breath than tell you anything I intend to do."

A thick silence falls over the room. The electricity between the two of you emotionally taxing, but you refuse to give in. You'd failed to save the love of your life once.

You will not fail again.

Eventually, Lady Ada sighs before stepping away. "Oh well. Forcing you to tell me what you are planning would annoy me more than help me." She backed away, a condescending smirk on her red lips. "Try as you might, a spoiled little princess like you isn't significant enough to bring down the King."

She reached for the door handle, muttering one last sentence before leaving,

"We'll see who fate picks tomorrow."

The doors to your chamber shut behind her retreating figure.

You finally release the breath you'd been holding.

Tomorrow.

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Ughhh this was way too short :( But it's only part 1 of this chapter. More to come, promise!!

I feel sooo bad that this took as long as it did ;-; I swear, i had no intitnton of taking this long of a break. College was just a little harder than I though it would be 😭

But now im on break fora week and have pretty good motivation. So we'll see how many posts I can squeeze out!

How will part 2 go? Will the group be successful in exposing the king? Who were you writing to? What exactly is Lady Ada's real role in all this?

Thank you for your patience!

See you next part!

-Via💕

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World War/ 1

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

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This is the history of the Daegu King, Min Yoongi and his Queen, Joanne Caesaris of Rome

Of how they came to be together

And the war they started for love

- Kim, Namjoon

Advisor to the King

(15 B.C.)

Yoongi POV

Stepping off the ship, I think, 'Finally'

It was a whole month of sea travel to get here

Rome

And I am here for an idiotic reason

To get the bride that was promised to me

A year ago, a Roman diplomat showed up to my kingdom

Daegu

He proposed opening a trading route between Daegu and Rome

Rome had trading routes with the surrounding kingdoms but not with Daegu

I was intrigued and after speaking to the diplomat and my advisors, I decided to agree to the trading route

Traditionally these agreements are sealed with a wedding

I am not married, so the Emperor offered me his daughter

I did not want to agree to it but my advisors agreed that it would be a good idea

An arrangement was made where I would come to Rome, to marry the princess and take her back to Daegu where there will be a ceremony there as well

I do not want to be married, especially to some spoiled princess I do not even know what she looks like

And I hate surprises

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"Welcome King Yoongi", a man I assume is the emperor greets me, "I am Augustus, emperor of Rome"

I speak and my translator Namjoon translates to latin, "Greetings. I am Yoongi, King of Daegu"

"Welcome to Rome. My servants will show you to your rooms. I have planned a banquet for you tonight where you will meet your bride"

I grimace but then force a smile, "Thank you"

I can speak a little latin

Enough to have a conversation

I had Namjoon teach me

"You are most welcome."

He snaps his fingers and a servant come forward

"Please follow Ada to your rooms"

I nod and follow the servant, my bodyguards and Namjoon following me

I brought three body guards and Namjoon

Namjoon is my one of advisors as well as the translator

The body guards I brought are Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung.

I left my two other advisors, Hoseok and Seokjin in charge in my stead until I return home

All these men are my closest friends who helped me take the throne six years ago

And I trust them with my life

I inspect the rooms once we get there and I find them sufficient

"What would you like to do?", Namjoon asks

"Well if there is going to be a banquet, it will last all night. So I will take a nap", I decided

Namjoon nods, "I will tell Jungkook and Jimin to stand guard"

I nod and he leaves for his room

Undressing, I lay down on the bed, wishing I was home instead of here

I close my eyes and wait for sleep

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When I arrive at the banquet, I am seated at a table with the emperor and his wife

There are so many people here

None of them I care about

"My daughter will be here shortly", Augustus tell me

Oh joy

I force a smile

I must say the food is delicious and their wine is one of the best I ever tasted

I am definitely going to have this imported to Daegu

A few minutes later, some women walk in

Here we go

"Ahh here we are", Augustus smiles, waving the women over

As they walk, one steps forward, smiling

"This is my daughter, Julia.", he introduces

I look at her and I do not want to marry her

She is pretty but nothing that I would ever choose for a wife

And I do not want a wife

I do not trust anyone enough to be that close to me

"This is King Min, Yoongi, Julia. You're future husband"

She smiles at her father and looks to me

Her smile slips and her eyes widen a little bit but she smoothes her face almost instantly

I know why she looked at me like that

It is the scar on my face

I received it when I killed the former king of Daegu

He slashed at my face, getting his last swing in

It is an ugly mark on my face

I hate it but I have to live with it

"Hello", Julia greets

"Hello", I answer

My gaze leaves her and scans the women behind her

These Roman women are nothing to look at

But then my eyes land on the last girl, standing to the side of Julia, a little bit away from the rest of the group

She is absolutely stunning

Beautiful pale skin, long dark brown hair, and deep dark brown eyes

That are already looking at me

She smiles at me and I feel my breath catch

Who is she?

I want her

She, I could marry

I feel Namjoon nudge me and my eyes go back to Julia

She frowns at me but smiles when her father calls her

"Sit down Julia"

Julia sits across from me

The rest of the women all move to go to another table

"Joanne. Come sit with us as well"

The beautiful girl turns around and walks back to the table

I notice the empress giving her a seething look

But she ignores it and sits next to Julia across from Namjoon

Throughout this whole time I cannot keep my eyes away from her

I am supposed to be speaking to Julia but my eyes wander to her every time

She speaks to Namjoon, smiling and laughing

Her laughter is beautiful

What is wrong with me?

"Majesty?"

I turn my attention back to Julia

"Uh yes?"

"How do you find Rome?", she asks

Namjoon stops speaking to Joanne for a second and translates for me

"Oh very beautiful", I answer

"Perhaps father will hold gladiator fights for you to watch after the wedding"

After Namjoon translates, I ask him what a gladiator fight is

He should know, he studied their culture when we were first approached by the diplomat

He explains to me what it is

I am both intrigued and disgusted at what he tells me

"Uh tell them that I would be happy to attend"

"Are you?", Namjoon whispers to me

"No", I answer

Namjoon smiles, then translates

As he speaks I look at Joanne, surprised that she's already looking at me

She smiles, biting her lip

I feel my body respond and I get stiff

I want her

Right now

"Stop", I tell myself

She looks away when Namjoon starts speaking to her again, giving him her full attention

After the banquet is over, I say goodnight to Julia but I watch Joanne as they leave

Then I turn to Namjoon and ask, "Who is that woman, you were talking to all night?"

He smiles, "The one you couldn't keep your eyes off majesty?"

"You noticed that"

"Majesty, everyone at that table noticed that"

Shit

That is not what I want

I do not want any problems here

"Who is she?"

"Joanne, the illegitimate daughter of Augustus"

Illegitimate?

That means..

"She a princess?"

"An illegitimate one", Namjoon repeats

"No wonder the empress was giving her a dirty look", I comment

"Yes. Her mother was a Spaniard dancer. She died giving birth to Joanne. Her mother asked Augustus to look after Joanne and he swore he would. That's why she is here. The empress despises her but Augustus loves her. He considers her a princess on par with Julia, illegitimate or not. She is his daughter"

I take all this information in

"Yoongi, she is promised to a prince."

Of course she is

"Who?"

"A Greek prince", he answers, "She is to be married in two months, a month after we leave here"

"I want her", I say

"I know but unfortunately that is not possible"

I raise my eyebrow at him

He knows that I always get what I want

And I will get her

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J POV

The Daegu king is extremely handsome

The second I saw him, I thought so

His long blonde hair is gorgeous, his eyes are a deep beautiful brown, his smile is incredible

He's not overly tall which I like since I am so short

And his hands.... they're beautiful

Just thinking about his hands touching me....

"He did not even pay attention to me!", Julia complains, startling me

"Yes he did", I tell her

I love Julia and I am so lucky she loves me but she must stop complaining

She was overjoyed to have a sister and we've always been close

She's five years older than me and she's always taken care of me, looking out for me

Our brothers do not consider me their sister and her mother hates me

Livia hates that father and Julia love me

Augustus had an affair with my mother while married to Livia

Livia forgave her him but she refused to care for me

I was given to servants, who raised me

But Julia was always there for me

We are in her room, talking about the banquet, getting ready for bed

"He was too busy staring at you", she accuses

"No he was not!", I argue, but secretly hoping it is true

"Yes he was. He could not keep his eyes off you"

I am happy but I feel guilty

He is going to marry her

Not me

"It is just as well anyway. I do not want to marry him", she states

I look up at her

"You do not? Why?", I ask, surprised

"I do not find him handsome"

What?

She had to be joking

I look at her but she is not joking

"You are mad! He is beautiful!", I exclaim

She smirks at me, "Like what you saw sister?"

"Most definitely. How can you not think he is handsome?"

I honestly do not understand

"He is just not what I find attractive. And that ugly scar on his face bothers me"

Ugly scar?

That makes him more handsome and it shows he is a good fighter to survive a slash like that and not be blinded

"You think the scar is attractive", Julia teases

"Yes. I think it makes him look strong", I answer

"Oh Jo, I think you are smitten"

"Maybe. But you get to marry him"

She sits next to me and puts her arm around me

"If I could switch places with you I would. If I could refuse I would."

I smile at her

I know she cannot

She is the legitimate princess and they need her for the trading route to be secure

While I am just being married off to a prince who needs a wife

One that we already have treaties with

But still, it is nice she is offering to change things if she could

I sigh, "Well I am going to bed"

She nods, "Me too. Have sweet dreams of your king"

She smirks at me

I roll my eyes and leave, making my way to my room

I hope I dream of King Yoongi

That will be the only way I will be able to be with him

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Two weeks later

Yoongi POV

These last two weeks have been dull

I am not liking it here in Rome

Parties every night and I have to speak to Julia the entire time

Outings have been planned for us, so we can get to know each other

I do not want to get to know her

And I do not think she wants to get to know me nor marry me either

But we are being forced to

We have been all around the city and while it is a nice city, I am bored to death

I found that Julia speaks my language as her father made her study it since she will be living in my kingdom

And she is a nice person but not a wife I want

I want her sister

Joanne

Every time I see her, she commands my complete attention

I can watch her for hours while she speaks to someone, laughs, dances and just stands there

And she glances at me every so often, smiling at me, then looking away

But we have never spoken

She speaks to Namjoon or her father or her sister but not to me

And I haven't been able to speak to her

Every time I see her, Julia is always around and it would be suspicious of me to talk to her sister

But I want to

I want to get to know her better

Because I am falling for her

I am doing what I said I never would once I took the throne

I am falling in love

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I am walking around the grounds of Augustus' home, just to get away from everything

I am trying to figure out how I can speak to Joanne without raising concerns

But I am coming up empty

I walk into a copse of trees, when an arrow narrowly misses me and hits into the center of a target

"Fuck", I shout

"Oh shit. I am so sorry your majesty", I hear a voice say

Looking up I freeze in my spot

Joanne is running up to me, holding a bow

"I am so sorry! I did not hit you did I?", she asks

It takes me a second to snap out of it

And when I do I realized she spoke to me in my language

"You..you know my language?", I ask

"Oh", she blushes and she is so pretty

"Yes I do. My sister taught me when father had her learn. I love languages so it was easy for me to learn. Not so much for Julia though"

I'm so surprised

She speaks my language perfectly

"I did not hurt you did I?", she asks, concern in her face

"Oh no. You just startled me", I answer

Then I realize she is using a bow and she shot the arrow

That hit the center of the target

"Did...did you just hit the target?"

"Oh", she smiles, "Yes. I was practicing"

Practicing?

I didn't know that this was an activity for women here

"I know what you are thinking", she says

When my gaze goes to her, she is smirking

And it is making heat flood my body

"I guess you know all about my family by now. Namjoon probably told you. Since I am considered illegitimate, my father does not keep such a close eye on me as he does on Julia"

Hmm

That's interesting information to know

She is not heavily monitored

"Oh no?", I ask nonchalantly

She snorts, "No. I have much more free time than Julia. I don't need to be taught about how to rule a country or learn the history of a country. I don't need to know geography or numbers or languages. I am not marrying a king. I am marrying a prince who is tenth in line to the throne. He is not to be king so I do not need to be educated like Julia. I am not worth as much as she is."

I do not know why she thinks of herself like that

I think she is worth more than Julia

"I think you are worth as much as Julia", I tell her

Her eyebrow raises, "Huh. Well thank you"

"So if you do not need lessons, you choose archery instead?"

She nods, "I have been practicing since I was little. Father allowed me to be taught. It made Livia happy since she never wanted me around anyway."

I know Livia hates her

I can see it every time she looks at Joanne

She smirks, "I was a kind of unruly child. I liked archery, I liked being outside, being messy, climbing trees, boy sort of activities. Until I got older and I was forced into dresses."

She sounds like I was when I was a child

"I can still do archery now and I have the time to do so. I wanted to learn to sword fight as well but father put his foot down on that"

Sword fight?

She wants to learn that?

"Why would you want to learn that?"

"Because I want to learn to defend myself"

I like her

A lot

She is very brass and outspoken

I like that

I want to offer to teach her to sword fight but we both know that would be impossible

"May I see you shoot?", I ask

She smiles, "Yes, if you'd like"

I nod

She nods back and walks back to where she came from

I move away from the target and stand halfway between her and the target

She's very far away from the target and I wonder if she misjudged the distance

She notches an arrow in her bow and aims

She lets go of the arrow and to my surprise it flies straight into the center of the target

Right next to the other arrow

I clap, smirking at her

"Wow"

She comes over to me smiling, "Do not pretend"

"I am not. I am impressed. I have not seen anyone hit their mark from that distance. You are amazing"

"Thank you. I love practicing. It is fun"

I can understand that as she does not have much to do here

My gaze goes to her and I find her already looking up at me

Just like at the first banquet

And all I want to do is kiss her

I move closer to her and she does not move away

I lean down, brushing my lips against hers

Stars burst in my vision when my lips touch hers

I feel myself come alive

I have never felt this way from kissing anyone

I feel myself falling more in love

She pulls away, looking at me shocked

"I..I cannot.... You are to marry my sister....I cannot...I am sorry", she stammers, then turns and runs away

I am surprised as I watch her leave

Now what do I do?

She ran from me

I am an idiot

I need to figure out what I want to say to her then speak with her again

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I keep glancing at Joanne but she does not look at me

There is another party

Romans really enjoy celebrating anything

But from the moment I sat down she refuses to look at me

And she is not acting like her normal self

She is not engaging with Namjoon or anyone really

"Joanne", Augustus calls

She looks up at him

"Is everything all right?"

She nods, "Yes father. I just do not feel well. I am tired as well. I did not sleep well last night"

"Maybe you should just go to your room", Livia snaps

"Yes alright", she answers

She stands and leaves

"I hope she feels better", Namjoon says to me

I know what is wrong with her

It is my fault

I have to make it right

"Namjoon, I need you to do something", I say lowly

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Pacing in my room, I hope Namjoon can do what I asked of him

My room door opens and I look up

She walks in, then closes the door

"You needed to see me?", she asks her eyes on the ground

She's so gorgeous

"Joanne", I call

She looks at me and I do not know what comes over me

I pull her to me, kissing her again

I did not mean to do this

I just wanted to speak to her, apologize for making her feel uncomfortable

But just being near her just makes me want to kiss her

I pull away from her, apologizing

"I am sorry. I am-"

She cuts me off by pulling me back to her, her lips on mine again

My brain shuts off and I get lost in her

She pushes me back and onto the bed, climbing on top of me

"I want you majesty", she whispers

Fuck

She is making me excited

"Just once", she says, then kisses me again

"I want you. Since I saw you", I answer, kissing her

"You can have me", she agrees

Sitting up, I pull at her dress, lifting it from her body

She moves off me, standing in front of me

My god, her body is incredible

I feel her pulling me up, so I stand

She takes off my shirt and then pulls down my pants

She looks down at my cock, then back at me, smirking

Fuck, that smirk kills me

She pushes me back on the bed, climbing on me again

She sits on me, sinking down on my cock, sliding all of me inside her, her hips grinding in a circle, using my cock to open her up more

"Oh fuck", I moan, pleasure hitting me

Fuck, she is so wet and so very very tight

It feels amazing

"Yes oh, fuck", she moans, shaking on top of me

Leaning over she kisses me softly

I love her kisses

I just want hers forever

She sits up and starts moving, sliding up and down my length

Pleasure like I never felt before explodes in my body

I grab onto her hips, holding her tightly

I am mesmerized by her, watching as she moves on me

Watching her bounce, her hips moving in a circle, feeling her clench on me so tightly, her breasts wiggling with each move

Moving my hands up her body, I touch her soft, smooth skin all over

"Mmm", she moans

Oh my gods, I love the sounds she is making

Grabbing her breasts, I hold them, squeezing, running my fingers over her hard nipples

"I love your touch majesty", she moans

"Yoongi", I say

She looks down at me, confused

"Call me Yoongi. Not majesty. Not king. Yoongi"

The smiles that bursts on her face is huge and so fucking beautiful

"Yoongi", she says softly

I have never loved hearing my name as much as I do when she says it

As she moves faster, I feel her getting tighter on me

"Yoongi, I'm.... I'm"

"Yes", I moan, "Do it. Cum"

"But you-"

"I can wait. I want you to cum on me", I assure her, "Please"

Her body trembles and she orgasms, moaning my name loudly

"Yoongi, yes Yoongi"

Pleasure rolls over me and I watch her orgasm in amazement

She's perfect, so much pleasure in her face

'I am giving her all that pleasure', I realize

It is because of me

And I find that I want to give her more

She is the only woman I ever wanted to please

I never had to as king

Women are there to please me

But I want to give her everything

When she finishes, she starts moving on me again

But this time when she slides down, I lift my hips and thrust into her, right into a spot that has her back arching so beautifully

"Oh fuck! Oh oh!", she shouts

"Good?", I ask

She bites her lip and nods

Good, she likes it

I continue to move up, slamming into that area with her shouting each time

Glancing down at where we meet, my eyes pop out seeing her creamy wetness and cum all over my cock

My mouth drops, watching her coat my cock with every slam I give her

I have never seen a woman this creamy before

Not ever actually

And it arouses me more, making me want her to coat my cock even more

I feel her throbbing on me, ready to cum again and I move faster, and help her slam down on me, moving her by her hips

Thrusting in her again, she shouts, "Yoongi!", climaxing again, more cream flowing from her pussy

I can't hold it back, she feels too amazing, her pussy spasms throwing me over the edge

"Joanne, oh, fuck", I moan, sheathing my cock in her throbbing pussy and coming inside her

Ecstacy takes over my body and I just let it, enjoy it

I did not expect a woman's orgasm to cause such pleasure but hers are one of the most blissful things I have ever felt

I relax on the bed when I am done while she moves off me, sitting next to me

She reaches over the bed, getting her dress and using it to wipe my cum from her

When she is finished, she throws her dress on the floor

I tug her arm, and she turns to look at me

"Come here", I ask

She smiles and comes closer to me so I can pull her to lay with me

She puts her head on my chest and I wrap my arms around her

She fits in my arms so perfectly, like she is meant to be there

"I did not know you could move like that", I say softly

"Well I told you, my father does not watch what I do closely", she teases

"I can now say I am glad for that"

She lifts her head to look at me, "You liked it?"

"Loved it", I correct, "Did you?"

She nods her head rapidly, "Yes", then kisses me again

I kiss her back, slipping my tongue in her mouth

When her tongue touches mine, shock floods my body and I become hard again

That is the quickest it has ever happened

It is because of her

Because I am so attracted to her

Because I love her

"Again?", she giggles

It is the sweetest sound I ever heard

"I will take care of you", she murmurs

She moves away from me and I wonder if she is going to climb on me again

Suddenly, I feel her tongue on me and I lift my head just in time to see her tongue lick up my length to my head

I moan loudly, her tongue feeling so good

She takes me in her mouth, licking and sucking

Fire and heat run through my veins as I feel how incredible this is

I have never had this done before

The women I've been with have not done it

I had no idea this could be so pleasurable

I am not stupid, I know people do this

Women do it to men and men do it to women

It was just never done to me and I never had an interest in it

I just wanted sex

But now....I want this too

But I only want her to do it

She moves down more, sucking harder until she has all of me in her throat

"Oh my god", I moan, watching her head move back and forth

How does this feel so good?

I close my eyes and just feel the massive pleasure

Her head moves up and down, taking my entire cock in her throat each move and sucking before she slips up again

Her sucking is getting me closer and closer

I feel her move back a bit, but she continues to suck my cock, going faster and faster

"I.....I am going to cum", I yell

She keeps going, pleasure pushing me over the edge and I cum in her mouth, feeling amazing

"Oh my god! Oh fuck!", I shout, lifting my head and watching her swallow

My god the bliss is so intense, my body shaking uncontrollably

As soon as my orgasm finishes, I collapse again and she moves away from me

"Did you enjoy it?", she asks, whispering in my ear

I move my gaze to her, "Absolutely. I have never had someone do that to me before"

"Really?", she asks surprised

I nod

"I would think that since you are king, women would do that for you"

I shake my head, "I was only interested in sex so that is what they gave me"

"So I was the first one to..."

I nod

"Oh wow", she answers then whispers, "You taste good"

My eyes go right to hers and she nods, smirking

Shit

She is making me want her again

But I want to pleasure her with my tongue first

I have never done it before, never had to but I want to do it to her

I sit up and move her, pushing her on her back, opening her legs, looking at her

I have not seen a woman up close like this

I never had to

And the thing I notice the most is that she is very wet

And small

"Yoongi-", she starts but I move closer, swiping my tongue on her

"Oh gods", she moans

Taking that as encouragement, I bury my tongue in her, licking her everywhere

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J POV

"Oh my gods, Yoongi", I cry, his tongue licking me in between my legs, his hands holding my legs wide open

I have had sex before but no one wanted to do this to me

They were fine with me doing it to them but they did not want to reciprocate

And I am amazed that a king is the first one to do it to me

I honestly do not know what came over me

I debated coming to Yoongi's room when Namjoon asked me to

But I wanted to hear what he had to say

But the second I came in, he kissed me again and I decided to give in

I wanted him

I still want him

I am in love with him

I know this is wrong, he is going to marry my sister, but right now I do not care

I am going to spend the rest of my life married to a prince I do not love

I want to have one night with someone I do love

And he is amazing

He made me orgasm twice before he did, delaying his pleasure

Something I haven't experienced before

And now he is pleasuring me with his tongue

And again he is amazing at it

His tongue glides on my clit, sending massive pleasure through me and I cannot control the shivers that happen, nor the cries of his name

His tongue goes back my clit and he keeps licking right there, over and over

"Yoongi, I...it feels so good", I moan

His tongue moves faster and I cannot stop my orgasm from crashing over me

"Oh Yoongi, Yoongi", I cry, my body shaking uncontrollably, incredible pleasure washing over me

I feel his tongue move, licking me all over

"Fuck", he moans

What?

What happened?

"W...ww...what?", I ask softly

"You just...fuck."

"What?"

Does he not like it?

"You taste so amazing." he groans, licking me again

Oh my....really?

"So sweet", he says, tongue running on me again

He likes it

A king likes this....likes me

He thinks I taste good

I do not know what to think about that

"Can you do it again?"

"I...uh"

"If I keep licking you, can you cum again?"

Can I?

Yes, I definitely can

"Yes"

"Good"

His tongue moves rapidly, making me shout out loud

Oh god the pleasure is so intense

I cannot.....

His tongue goes back my clit, licking furiously

"Oh yes", I moan

Suddenly pure pleasure bursts in my body when he begins to suck on my clit

"Oh Yoongi! Yoongi!", I yell, coming right away from the sheer ecstasy

He lets go, licking me again, swallowing all I give him

I cannot handle it

It feels too good

He goes back to sucking on me, over and over, tugging and pulling my clit so pleasurably

I cannot stop screaming and I am glad his room is on the completely opposite side of the palace

He is driving me mad and I cannot handle it

"Yoongi!", I scream, coming hard, my body arching, my hands plunging in his hair, pulling as ecstasy flows into me

When I relax, he moves away and kisses up my body

I am breathing hard and every touch of his lips send uncontrollable trembles through my body

He gets to my neck kissing and laying between my legs

I feel his stiff cock right near my entrance and he asks, "Yes?"

I nod, "Yes"

I still want him so much

He pushes inside, feeling so good, stretching me wide open, the feel of every inch inside me euphoric

He is perfect

He fits inside perfectly like he is meant to be there

He kisses my lips and I kiss him back, my arms around his neck

He begins thrusting in hard and fast, I feel like I am in paradise

I am with the man I love and he wants me as much as I want him

I wish I could always be with him

But it will not happen, so I am just going to be happy in these moments with him

His tongue moves against mine, his hand gripping my hip hard, his cock moving so hard, so pleasurably

The next thrust in, his head hits that spot deep inside me again that makes stars burst in my eyes from ecstasy

"Yoongi!", I cry, my body arching up into his

Fuck, no one has ever reached or hit that spot before and now that he has, now that I know how it feels, I am always going to want to be pleasured there

"There jagi?", he murmurs, his tongue licking the skin of my neck then trailing down

"Yes Yoongi!", I cry

His mouth wraps around my nipple and I scream from how good it feels when he begins sucking

I bury my hand in his hair, tugging softly and holding on

He thrusts again, right into that spot, making me orgasm on him as I cling to him

Stars blast in my visions as complete pleasure takes over

He keeps moving and a minute later he moans my name, his warm cum spilling into me, his body shaking in my arms

I hold him to me, kissing his neck as he moves out of me

He lays down on top of me, his head on my shoulder

I love that he feels safe with me to stay in my arms

And I do not want to let him go

But I have to

After a few minutes, I say, "I should go"

He lifts his head, "No. Stay"

I wish I could

"It is not wise for me to stay. If we are caught-"

"We will not be. My guards will not let anyone in here."

"I was let in here", I point out

"Because I told them you may be coming and you would be with Namjoon. They know not to let anyone in that I have not already told them about"

"I am not sure-", I hesitate

"Please. I want to be with you. Stay"

I do not know why he wants me to stay

I thought this was just sex for him

I thought that was why he called me here

He looks at me with hope in his eyes and I cannot say no

I do not want to say no

I want to be with him too

I want to stay

Just one night

"Alright. I will stay", I agree

He smiles at me, kissing me softly

He lays back down on me and I wrap my arms around him again

His arms move around my body and when I look down at him, his eyes are closed

I smile, happy for now and I close my eyes

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Yoongi POV

Opening my eyes, I look at the ceiling

I am laying on my back

I hardly ever sleep on my back

I remember last night and I look down to see if she is still here

She is

Her head is on my shoulder and she's cuddled into my side, her hand on my chest

She is still asleep

I look at her as she sleeps; she is so beautiful

Everything about her I love so much

I wish she was the one I could marry

I need to speak to Namjoon to see if there is a way I can marry her instead of Julia

After last night, I do not want anyone but her

I am willing to do anything to be with her

She moves a little, her eyes fluttering open, looking right at me

Her face breaks into a huge smile and I am ecstatic she's happy to see me

"Yoongi", she says

"Joanne"

She looks around and then sighs

What?

What's wrong?

"I should go Yoongi. It is morning now and I need to go back to my room."

I do not want her to go but I know she's right

Besides I will see her today at some point

But there is something I want to ask her

"Can you...come back tonight?", I ask

"You...you want that?", she asks, confused

"Yes. Please come back tonight"

I see her hesitate as she thinks

"Yes", she answers

I let out a breath I did not know I was holding

"Alright"

"Alright", she repeats

I pull her to me, kissing her again

"You are making it so hard to leave", she whispers

"I do not want you to leave. But we will see each other tonight", I answer

She nods at me, then presses her lips softly against mine

Then she moves away, getting out of the bed

She dresses quickly, then smiles at me as she leaves

I hate being away from her but I will have her again tonight

It is just the waiting that is torture

But it is worth it just to be with her again

[criticallyinneedofadar]

Across Time (7)

A/N: sorry for the delay guys, I totaled my car yesterday and have been dealing with that mess :(

Pairing: Adar x Former Elf! Reader

Warnings: None I don't think but let me know

Word Count: 3.8k

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Two weeks of shadows, of silent steps through the woods that bordered Adar’s camp. Two weeks of watching, waiting, and lingering just beyond the flickering firelight of the Uruks' encampment. You had made this grove your own; every branch, every snarl of roots was etched into your mind. The camp’s rhythms had become predictable—the Uruks’ gruff camaraderie, their bursts of laughter, their idle squabbles as they set up their makeshift village under the ashen sky. You found yourself almost… intrigued by their world. By the way they moved, ate, lived. There was a surprising peace here that you hadn’t expected, a kind of rough harmony.

And Adar—him, you’d watched most closely of all.

Occasionally, you caught a glimpse of him scanning the treeline, as though expecting to see something—or someone—moving just out of sight. Whether he knew you were there or not, you couldn’t say, but the thought that he might be looking for you, that he might care enough to search, sparked a flicker of warmth you couldn’t quite suppress.

Today, as you weave through the woods, you’re almost lost in the familiar rhythm of your patrol when something catches your attention. Voices—louder, more urgent than usual. Several Uruks march along the forest trail, escorting a figure bound in chains, his head lowered as he’s dragged forward. The sight makes you pause, crouching low behind a cluster of bushes, fingers instinctively reaching for your hidden dagger.

It only takes a moment for recognition to sink in. Halbrand—Galadriel’s companion. You’d seen him in her company before, his demeanor calm but shrewd, always quietly observing. But now… something is different. He moves with a heaviness, a quiet darkness clinging to him like a shadow, coiling around him. The sensation ripples through the air, faint yet unmistakable. Not as strong as Morgoth’s presence, but there is something unsettlingly familiar about it, like the echo of an old song you wish you’d forgotten.

Intrigued, and with caution tugging at the edges of your thoughts, you decide to follow. The Uruks’ path leads them toward the heart of the camp, toward Adar.

You watch from a distance as they enter the clearing where Adar sits, his throne carved roughly from the remains of an ancient, twisted tree that stands at the center of camp. There is an intensity in his gaze as he looks at Halbrand, though he makes no move to stand. His face is impassive, as if waiting for Halbrand to make the first move.

The Uruks push Halbrand forward, forcing him to kneel before Adar. The tension in the air thickens, and you find yourself lingering just at the edge of the clearing, concealed by the foliage, yet close enough to observe every flicker of expression, every murmur. The darkness that clings to Halbrand seems to pulse, as if recognizing Adar’s own twisted strength.

Halbrand is brought into the heart of Adar’s encampment, his hands bound and his expression unreadable. Two Uruks flank him, but he seems to barely notice, his eyes fixed on the figure seated in the center of the camp. Adar, his presence commanding in the smoky, dim light, watches Halbrand with an inscrutable gaze, a faint tension beneath his calm demeanor.

Halbrand finally raises his head, meeting Adar’s gaze with a smirk that’s almost mocking. “So,” he begins, his voice low, edged with contempt and dark humor. “You’re the one they call Adar.”

Adar says nothing, merely tilting his head, studying him with a quiet, dangerous curiosity. You, hidden at the edge of the shadows, can sense the intensity between them—a silent, palpable exchange brimming with animosity.

“You know who I am,” Halbrand presses, his tone a mixture of defiance and fascination. “And you know why I’m here.”

Adar remains silent, his expression impassive but his eyes sharp, waiting. Halbrand’s smirk widens, the amusement in his gaze growing darker. “Sauron lives,” he says, his voice laden with a weight that cuts through the air. “He’s alive and well, nestled in Eregion alongside an old ally, the Elven warrior Galadriel.”

For a flicker of a moment, you think you see Adar’s composure waver. But he quickly regains his stoic expression, his tone dismissive, almost scornful. “Sauron is dead,” he replies, each word deliberate, a statement of unshakable conviction.

But Halbrand merely shakes his head, his gaze unyielding. “I’ve seen him,” he insists. “Sauron intends to reclaim these lands, to tear apart everything you’ve built here. And if you stand by and do nothing, all of it will fall.”

The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the crackling of the campfire and the faint murmur of Uruks in the background. You can feel the weight of Halbrand’s words, the tension like a blade pressing against skin. Adar’s jaw tightens, a glint of frustration in his eyes, but he does not allow Halbrand’s words to sway him.

With a motion of his hand, Adar gestures to the Uruks beside him. “Take him to the cells,” he orders, his voice cold, unwavering. “Perhaps some time alone will cure him of these delusions.”

The Uruks close in, gripping Halbrand by the arms. Halbrand throws a final look back, his voice dripping with taunt and warning. “You can delay it all you want, Adar,” he says, his tone laced with dark amusement. “But Sauron will come for you—and when he does, there will be no mercy.”

As Halbrand is led away, the camp feels heavier, thick with the implications of his message. Adar sits silently on his throne, his expression unreadable, but his gaze betrays a flicker of unease. From your place in the shadows, you feel your fingers tighten around your dagger, ready to defend his command, no matter what darkness may threaten to consume it.

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You crouch in the shadows of the damp stone cell, your heart heavy as you observe Halbrand through the narrow slits of the barred door. Days have passed since he was captured, and with each passing moment, your distrust of him deepens. He remains a mystery—a dark enigma wrapped in the remnants of a man who once stood with Galadriel.

Halbrand sits in the far corner, his back against the wall, weary yet defiant. Wildmen patrol the area, throwing jeers and insults his way. You watch them deliver beatings, demanding answers he refuses to provide. Each blow sends a shudder through you, a reminder of the brutality that underlies this new world you find yourself in. Halbrand grits his teeth, absorbing the punishment with a stoic silence that only fuels your unease.

When the wildmen finally tire of their taunts and leave, Halbrand is left alone, his body battered but his spirit unbroken. You see him pick at the meager scraps of food thrown into his cell, his demeanor unchanged, and for a moment, you wonder if he might be telling the truth. But the flicker of doubt in your gut pushes you to remain vigilant.

You decide to leave, feeling the weight of uncertainty settle heavily on your chest. As you turn to slip away, a strange sound catches your attention. A low growl emanates from nearby, where a warg is tied, its eyes filled with feral hunger. You pause, curiosity pulling you back to the shadows of the cell.

Suddenly, you see Halbrand lean forward, his expression shifting. In a voice that carries an eerie command, he begins to speak in the black speech—a language that sends chills down your spine. The warg’s growls soften, and its stance shifts as Halbrand offers it a piece of the food he had hoarded. It snatches the morsel from his hand, then settles obediently at his feet, as if enchanted by his presence.

Halbrand then lays back down against the stone, the fight in him flickering like the dying embers of a fire, his eyes closing in apparent serenity. The sight chills you to your core. This man, bound and imprisoned, has somehow found a way to communicate with a creature of darkness, bending it to his will.

You step back, your instincts screaming at you. Whatever Halbrand is planning, it’s more dangerous than you could have anticipated. Without a second thought, you turn and make your way back through the camp, urgency propelling your steps. You need to warn Adar of what you’ve witnessed, to ensure that he understands the threat that lurks in their midst.

Your heart races as you approach Adar's tent, the weight of your discovery heavy in your chest. You can’t shake the feeling that Halbrand’s cunning is as sharp as any blade, and you know it’s only a matter of time before he seeks to exploit it. 

You push open the flap of Adar’s tent, the urgency of your news making you forget caution. Inside, you halt at the sight before you. Adar stands close to a young woman, one of the wildfolk—a girl, really, her skin marked by faint scars, her wild hair a cascade of untamed braids. They’ve been talking quietly, but both turn as you enter, and a strange silence settles over the tent.

For a heartbeat, jealousy twists in your chest, sharp and unbidden. The thought that Adar might seek comfort in such simplicity—someone soft and eager to warm his bed—stings more than you would ever admit. She seems so natural here, fitting into the ruggedness of his world. You quickly bury the feeling, setting your face into an indifferent mask.

Adar’s dark gaze shifts from the young woman to you, and with a nod, he dismisses her. She gives you one last glance, her face a flicker of curiosity and something close to smugness before she slips out. The tent flap falls closed behind her, and suddenly, the only presence filling the space is Adar’s. He watches you, waiting.

You straighten, forcing your voice into a steady tone. "I have news about Halbrand,” you begin. “Something I’ve observed over the past few days.”

He raises an eyebrow, his attention now fully fixed on you. You press on, recounting what you saw at the cells: Halbrand’s stoic silence under beatings, his unsettling use of the black speech to command the warg into submission. As you speak, you notice a flicker in Adar’s eyes—he already suspects.

“Adar, I believe Halbrand may be Sauron.” The words are heavy, solidifying a suspicion you’ve dreaded, but can no longer ignore.

A shadow passes over Adar’s face, and he lets out a slow, measured breath. “You see it too, then,” he murmurs, his voice low. “I had hoped… that perhaps he was simply another man touched by darkness. But his manner, his power… they hint at something far worse.”

He stands silent for a moment, then turns to you, his gaze unyielding. “We can’t confront him here, not in this camp,” he says, his voice hushed but urgent. “If he’s truly Sauron, challenging him would only bring his wrath down upon us—on the Uruks, the wildfolk, everyone here.”

You feel a chill settle over you, but nod, understanding the wisdom in his words. Adar continues, his tone laced with steely determination. “We’ll release him, let him believe he’s escaped. I’ll follow and see where he goes, how he moves. And when the time is right, we will end him—once and for all.”

The quiet finality of his words sends a shiver through you. You feel a renewed sense of purpose, and in this moment, whatever doubts you had about Adar’s resolve seem to fade. He’s determined to see this through, and you, by his side, are ready to face whatever may come. 

You turn to leave, but the thought of Adar following Halbrand gnaws at you, twisting a knot of worry in your gut. The plan is risky—too risky. You hesitate, then turn back, unable to let it go.

"I should be the one to follow him," you say, meeting Adar's dark gaze. "You’re needed here, to lead your people. I’m… expendable."

A flicker of anger lights in Adar’s eyes. "Expendable?" His voice is low, cold, and yet it trembles slightly with barely controlled frustration. “How can you speak of yourself this way?”

Your voice sharpens, frustration boiling over. "I am expendable, Adar. That’s why I stayed. Because I have nothing left—no family, no people, no home. I’m a tool, a weapon. That’s all I’ve ever been, and if that’s all I can offer here, then let me do it. Let me be of some use."

Adar’s face darkens, a flash of something pained cutting through his stern gaze. "You think you’re just a weapon, and that’s all you’re fit to be?” He steps closer, his voice growing low and unyielding. “Is that why you hide in the shadows, waiting for enemies who might not come? Because you think if you’re not killing, you’re worth nothing?”

Your hands curl into fists at your sides. “If I’m not doing that, then what am I here for? You don’t need me. Your people don’t need me.”

Adar’s eyes blaze with a rare intensity. "You’re wrong. You think I wouldn’t notice the dangers that’ve been kept from my camp? That I haven’t seen how you’ve guarded them, time and again? You’ve protected them in silence, hidden in the trees, risking yourself every time. You do this because you’re not a tool, but you can’t see it.”

His words cut deep, and you look away, feeling the weight of his gaze. “I do it because… because it’s all I know,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “If I’m not fighting, then what else is there for me? I’ve been trained to kill, to defend. It’s the only purpose I’ve ever had.”

Adar’s eyes narrow, his face unreadable. “Do you really believe that, or is that just what you’ve been told? Because I look at you and see someone who could make her own choices, someone with the strength to decide what her life is worth.” His voice softens, barely a murmur, but the words linger in the air. “You don’t belong to anyone—not to your past, and not to me.”

The words sting, and something raw twists inside you, a bitterness you didn’t even realize you held. “If I have a choice, then why did you push me away? You made it clear you didn’t want me here,” you retort, bitterness edging into your voice. "You said I was free to leave, that you didn’t need me chained to this place.”

Adar’s gaze softens, and he sighs, the sound tinged with something almost like regret. “Yes, because I wanted you to know you were free to stay on your own terms—not as someone bound to this life out of desperation or duty. Not as a weapon, or a tool. I wanted you here because you chose to be here, not because you believed it was all you were worth.”

Your throat tightens, and for a moment, you can’t bring yourself to respond. No one’s ever said that to you before, no one’s ever cared whether you had a choice. You feel stripped bare under his gaze, your usual defenses crumbling as his words sink in, deeper than you want them to. It’s easier to argue, easier to fall back into anger.

"And what choice do I really have, Adar?” you challenge, fighting the urge to look away. “You think I can just… throw everything away and be someone else? Just leave all of it behind and pretend I wasn’t made for this?”

“No,” he replies, his voice calm but unyielding. “But you don’t have to let it define you. You have more strength in you than the simple act of violence. You’ve been here, guarding my people, caring for them in your own way. You say you have no purpose, yet you chose to stay and fight for them.”

“Because there was nothing else!” you snap, feeling raw, exposed. “Because I’m good for nothing else, Adar! This is all I am. All I’ll ever be.”

Adar’s jaw tightens, and he takes another step closer, his eyes locking onto yours with fierce conviction. “No. You’re wrong.” His voice is low but resolute, a tone you’ve rarely heard from him. “You have more worth than any blade, more strength than any weapon. And I will not have you reduce yourself to something so small, so disposable. Not here.”

The words hang heavy in the air between you, and you feel a strange, unwelcome warmth creep into your chest, a hollow ache that feels like it’s been waiting to break open. You don’t know what to say, don’t know how to respond to this unexpected intensity. His gaze holds you, unwavering, full of something you don’t know how to process.

“You may think you’re nothing more than a weapon,” Adar continues, his voice softening, “but that’s not what I see. I see someone who has a choice, who has value, who has a life worth more than the sharpness of her blade. And if you can’t see that, then I will keep telling you until you do.”

Your throat tightens, and for a moment, words fail you. His conviction is a weight pressing down on your walls, and you’re left reeling, unable to meet his gaze. You look down, feeling strangely vulnerable, stung by the way he’s shattered your armor with just his words.

“Why do you care so much?” you murmur, barely able to voice the question.

Adar is silent for a moment, then he sighs, and you can hear the softness in his voice, a tenderness that feels both foreign and familiar. “Because you’re not expendable. Not to me.”

The rawness in his voice, the depth in his gaze—it’s all too much, and you feel your breath hitch, unable to look away. For the first time, the silence between you feels alive with unspoken things, things that neither of you have dared to name.

And in that silence, for the first time, you find yourself questioning everything you once thought you knew about your worth, about the value of your own life.

The firelight flickers across Adar’s face, casting sharp shadows that make his expression unreadable as you look up at him. His words linger between you, heavy with meaning, and you can feel the warmth of his gaze still pressing on you.

You clear your throat, looking down to avoid his piercing eyes. “You’ve given me much to think on,” you murmur. “But… if we’re to take this threat seriously, I should still be the one to follow him when he leaves. He won’t suspect me, and if he’s as dangerous as we think…” You hesitate, glancing back up at Adar. “Then you’re too important to risk, Adar. The people here need you.”

Adar’s gaze softens, and though he doesn’t fully relax, you see something almost like acceptance in his eyes. “I can’t fault your logic,” he admits, his voice low. “But I still have unfinished business with him.” He pauses, then nods. “Come. I want you there when I speak to him. I want you to see what he truly is.”

You nod, falling into step beside him as you walk toward the tent where Halbrand is being held. The night is thick and still, a solemn quiet settling over the camp, and you find yourself strangely nervous. Adar strides with purpose, his presence commanding even in silence. You can feel your pulse quicken, knowing this encounter will reveal more than any of Halbrand’s words have so far.

Inside the tent, Halbrand sits chained, his face a mask of calm that barely conceals a flicker of something darker beneath. Adar enters first, his steps unhurried, each movement precise and measured as he approaches Halbrand. There’s an intensity in his expression you’ve rarely seen—a hardness and a focus that makes you instinctively tense, watching with bated breath.

Adar’s gaze is unflinching as he looks down at Halbrand, his voice cold and unwavering. “You claim you’ve come to help the Southlands,” he begins, his tone steady and sharp, “yet your motives remain… unclear.” He circles Halbrand slowly, his eyes assessing, scrutinizing every inch of the man before him.

Halbrand tilts his head, smirking slightly. “I’ve told you my purpose,” he says smoothly, but there’s a hint of defiance in his eyes. “You’re the one who doubts me.”

Adar steps closer, his presence looming, his shadow stretching across Halbrand’s form. “Then prove it,” he says, his voice low and edged with steel. “Swear fealty.”

Halbrand’s smirk falters, and a flicker of uncertainty crosses his face, but Adar doesn’t waver. He gestures to the ground before him, his expression resolute. “Kneel. Lay your head at my feet and swear your loyalty to me, here and now.”

The silence that follows is electric, thick with tension. You watch, barely daring to breathe, as Halbrand hesitates. For a moment, his gaze flickers up to Adar’s, as if weighing his options, but Adar’s stare is unrelenting, his command unbreakable.

Finally, with a grudging slowness, Halbrand lowers himself to his knees, his jaw clenched tight. There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes, but he obeys, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to the ground at Adar’s feet. The sight sends a shiver down your spine—this dark figure, subdued and vulnerable before Adar’s iron will.

You glance up at Adar, feeling a thrill as you take in his stance—strong, authoritative, unyielding. The firelight flickers across his face, casting him in an almost ethereal glow, his features shadowed yet striking. He radiates a power and control that leaves you breathless, and you find yourself mesmerized by the fierce command in his gaze, the unbreakable strength that holds even someone like Halbrand in check.

Adar’s voice is steady, laced with quiet menace as he speaks. “If you so much as waver in your loyalty, if I sense even a hint of treachery, you will suffer the full weight of my wrath.” He leans down slightly, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Remember this.”

Halbrand’s jaw tightens, but he says nothing, his face an expressionless mask. You watch, your heart pounding, as Adar straightens, towering over him with a commanding presence that is undeniable, almost regal. He glances briefly in your direction, his gaze catching yours, and for a fleeting moment, you see a glint of satisfaction in his eyes—as if he knows the effect he has on you, the way he’s left you breathless.

At last, Adar steps back, his expression once again unreadable as he regards Halbrand. “Rise,” he commands, his tone as cool as steel. Halbrand lifts his head, and though his face is carefully blank, you can sense the simmering resentment beneath.

Adar turns, his gaze resting on you as he speaks. “Tomorrow,” he says, his voice softer, “we’ll set things into motion. For now, you’ve seen enough.”

You nod, feeling a strange, lingering thrill that you can’t quite shake. As you follow Adar out of the tent, you’re left with the powerful image of him standing over Halbrand, his will unbreakable, his authority absolute. And somewhere within you, you feel the warmth of admiration—tinged, perhaps, with something deeper, something you’re not yet ready to name.

[houdinicorbini]

✧ Masterlist ✧

Identity V:

"Late night thoughts" Alva Lorenz x Anxious/paranoid! Reader

"Before party anxieties" Joseph x Anxious! Reader

Ada&Emil x Reader poly headcanons

Joseph Desaulnier relationship headcanons

Leo Beck/Hell Ember headcanons (request)

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Aesop Carl x Reader Birthday headcanons

Victor Grantz Headcanons

Aesop Carl headcanons

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The Arcana: MC bringing breakfast to the main 6 in bed

Asra x Sick! Reader

Julian relationship/fluff headcanons

Muriel relationshio/fluff headcanons

"Don't go" Muriel x Reader

Final fantasy XV:

Ardyn date headcanons

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Slumber Party: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: Dorothy and the Wicked Witch of the West making an appearance, Charlie coming to visit, and Castiel getting used to being human, oh my! Ding Dong, the witch is dead!

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

x

It's not long until Charlie shows up, and she walks inside the Bunker with a wide smile on her face. Maryann has been put down for a nap, and Joanna is content with playing with Zeus in her room.

"Hey, I'm having a birthday party for Joanna tonight. You're coming, right?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she beams.

"Thank you for coming," Sam says.

"Not a problem, especially since I got fired last week."

"What happened?"

"It turns out the company I work for was outsourcing to child labor, so I took a big Wikileak all over that. It's cool, though. It's given me more time to focus on my hobbies like LARPing, macrame, and hunting."

"Excuse me?" Sam and Dean say at the same time.

"You didn't know? I thought Y/N would have told you."

"You knew about this?" Dean asks you.

"I might have," you wince. "I knew how you'd react, but she's been really good about it. She's being safe."

"Yeah. Plus, it was just a couple of little cases. I took down a teenage vampire and a ghost, which sounds like a Y.A. novel if you say it out loud."

"How did it go?" Sam asks, still concerned.

"It was... intense. I wish hunting was more magical, you know?" Sam and Dean look confused, and she moves on. "Never mind. So, where is this Commodore 64 of yours?"

Sam escorts her back to the command center with the big computer, and she gasps in amazement. She rushes over to the computer and begins messing with it to see if she can try and figure it out.

"Sweet Ada Lovelace. This thing belongs in a museum. I mean, it's got encryption software. It seems to be powered by something magical. It's kind of an alarm system. Maybe for global badness? This computer is what locked this place down."

"Can we use it to track angels?"

"Let me see what I can do." Charlie is a master at technology, so she hooks up all kinds of wires and switches that are hooked up to her laptop. "Alright. It took some doing, but now we can download it. This beast has all the Men of Letters files."

"It's a start. Thank you, Charlie. This is great."

Sam and Dean look at each other, and it's clear they want to ask her something.

"So, you've been hunting... alone?"

"I know," she sighs. "Not a good idea, according to the 'Supernatural' books."

"You really can't delete those from the Internet?" Sam asks, annoyed.

"Not even I can do that."

"Where do you even find them?"

"A top-secret place I call Amazon," she says with a cheeky grin. "Someone uploaded all the unpublished works. I thought it was fanfic at first, but it was clearly Edlund's work."

"Who uploaded it?"

"I don't know. Their screen name was beckywinchester176. Ring a bell?"

You can't help but let out a loud cackle. Sam gives you the biggest bitch face, but you can't help but continue to laugh.

"Remember when you got married to her?" you giggle.

"Keep it up, Y/N," Sam nods in annoyance.

Charlie types on her laptop only to huff out in frustration

"Ugh, these files are encrypted. This is gonna take a while. So, takeout, sleepover, and braid each other's hair?"

"I have an idea," Sam smiles.

Since Dean got Game of Thrones for Sam, Dean thought it would be best to watch some of that with Charlie since she is an avid watcher. Sam grabs some books and files regarding what might be on that computer and sits next to the bed to read while Dean and Charlie watch their show. You're sitting at the head of the bed on your own laptop, looking at decorations for Joanna's birthday party. You need to grab stuff with same-day shipping so it'll be here before the end of the day.

Dean and Charlie watch three episodes before deciding that it's a good time for a break.

"Wow. That Joffrey's a dick," Dean scoffs.

"Oh, you have no idea. Wait until he--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Sam stutters. "Spoilers! I haven't read all the books yet."

"You're reading the books?"

"Yes, Dean, I like to read books. You know, the one without pictures?"

Dean rolls his eyes, and Charlie shifts on the bed a few times to get a feel of the mattress.

"Man, this bed is about as comfortable as a brick. Any plans on moving in anytime soon?"

"I am moved in. This is just my style."

"Yeah, this is his style," Dean rolls his eyes.

"I'm sorry I haven't hung up the 'Hang in there, kitty' poster yet, Dean. Feel free to redecorate."

"So, what, our home's not good enough for the 'Hang in there, kitty' poster?"

"This isn't our home. This is where we work."

"You bet your ass this is our home," you snap at him. "This is the place where we're going to raise our kids. There is nowhere I'd rather be, so you better get used to living here. This is your home because we're going to make it our home. Am I making myself clear?"

"Okay," Charlie clears her throat and stands up. "We should all take a breather."

"I'm gonna go get us some more beers. How about that?" Dean says and leaves the room immediately.

"So, Charlie, what was that about how hunting isn't magical?" Sam asks.

"Saving people, hunting things, the family business, right? I am down, but I was raised on Tolkien, man. I mean, where is all this?" She holds up the Game of Thrones disc. "Where are my White Walkers and my volcano and magic ring to throw in the damn thing? Where's my quest?"

"Magic quests suck. Trust me," Sam sighs.

"I'm pretty magical myself," you say. "I can give you magical quests if you want."

"The download should be done by now."

You three meet Dean in the kitchen, and the four of you head down to the command center to check on the computer. As soon as you enter, you notice the shelving units have moved, and no one was down here to do that.

"What the hell?" you say.

You walk close and see some sort of gray stuff on the wall behind the shelving units. Sam and Dean move them out of the way to reveal two gray pods on the wall. Sam pulls his gun out while Dean pulls out his knife. He cuts part of the way through one pod, and an arm falls out. Charlie yelps out and you put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Dean cuts the rest of the way, and a woman falls out of it and onto the ground.

You're not sure what to make of this. Who the hell is this woman? She's only out for ten minutes, and when she comes to, everything starts to make sense. Her name is Dorothy, like from The Wizard of Oz. Sam found her file pretty easily, and as he was reading it, Dorothy started to explain why she was there and what was going on.

The Wicked Witch of the West was destroying Oz so badly that she was sent to your world as punishment. In turn, that also sent Dorothy here to kill her, but they both ended up being stuck in "cryosleep", which is what those gray pods are. The other pod is sliced open, so the witch is somewhere in the Bunker looking for whatever she needs to return home.

You conjure up a big ball of magic and shoot it out of the room knowing it will be sent to your kids' rooms. Their rooms will be spelled so that the witch won't be able to get in and harm them. When Dorothy sees you using magic, she becomes very afraid of you.

"Whoa, calm down. I'm not a bad witch," you quickly say. "Think of me as Glinda, the good witch."

That seems to ease her fear.

"Holy shit!" Charlie gasps as she reads her file. "The first case investigated in this bunker involved Dorothy. She and the witch came into this room, and they never came out. This will never stop blowing my mind!"

"Okay, pace yourself, Toto," Dean rolls his eyes.

"Oz is real. It's part of the fairy world," Dorothy says. "We have to find her."

"No, we have to talk before anyone does anything, okay?"

"Talk? Typical Men of Letters, standing around, and having a nice, little chat with your noses buried in your books while your little secretary takes notes," she scoffs and stands up.

"We're hunters."

"Who are you calling a secretary?" Charlie scoffs.

"You're not a secretary? You're a Woman of Letters? How long have I been out?"

"That's why we need to talk. You've been 'out' for over seventy-five years. Now, according to our files, you came here to kill the wicked witch and then disappeared. What happened?"

"We couldn't find a way to kill her, so I did the only thing that I could. A binding spell that came at a price--her soul with mine. I've been frozen with the witch all this time. She can't be killed, and if I'm awake, then so is she."

"Wait, if she's here, why didn't she kill you?" Sam wonders.

"She can't."

"You're protected by the Witch of the North's kiss. It's from the books," Charlie says.

"Forget the books," Dorothy rolls her eyes. "They're not important. I'm protected. You four aren't, and neither are the kids you're trying to protect. Now, the witch came here looking for something. I have no idea what it is, but we have to find her before she finds it."

"Don't worry about my kids. Let me worry about them," you say and cross your arms.

You're not worried about your kids getting hurt because you've spelled the room. Not even the strongest magic can penetrate because you will it so. The only thing that can overpower it is you, and that's a fact.

"Alright," Dean raises his hands, "Charlie, dig into the files. See if you can find anything that puts a dent in a witch. Sam, Y/N, and I will have a look-see."

"I'll stay with Charlie. She might need some help," you offer, and Dean nods.

"I'm helping you," Dorothy demands.

"I don't doubt it. For right now, why don't you rest up and help the smartest person in the room?" Sam says and points to Charlie.

The brothers leave you three alone, and Charlie looks at Dorothy with a shy smile.

"So... big fan. Ozma of Oz--"

"Is a total ass," Dorothy cuts her off.

"You were much nicer in the books," Charlie pouts.

"Those books are the ravings of a sad, old man who is also my father."

"Wait, your dad was L. Frank Baum?" you ask in interest.

"A Man of Letters. Another glorified librarian if you ask me."

"Hey, these guys may have been sexist, but like all librarians, they were wicked smart, too. The dude who was here when you first came in, Haggerty, kept your case file open and worked it every day until he retired. Obviously, he never found you, but if you took five seconds to read, he did find a way to fight the Wicked Witch. Do you remember the poppy fields in the first book?"

"That's not actually how it happened. It was much bloodier."

"Stop ruining my childhood," Charlie groans. "Do you remember the poppies?" Dorothy nods twice. "Haggerty made a deal with a fairy and got some poppy extract. I'm gonna get some bullets from the gun range and make some poppy bullets. So, are you coming or what?"

Charlie leaves without waiting for an answer, and you and Dorothy follow her to the gun range. When you get there, you three work hard in making the bullets. Charlie finishes with one gun and hands it to you, but you push her hand away with a chuckle.

"Sweetheart, I am the gun. You need it more than me."

"Right," she chuckles.

There are four guns with poppy bullets made, and three bullets for each gun since there weren't a lot of poppies, to begin with. Once you have all four guns, you set out to find the brothers.

x

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[adashelbysgirlfriend]

You're Adas Roommate and She Falls in Love with You Part 2 (Modern Au)

part one is here!

this woman makes me want to wet myself I'm no even kidding 

you guys have never argued like this before

or really ever

just like that Ada is back to eating alone

she's not coming back to the smell of baking 

its hard to explain to how much it hurts to hear you around the flat and know you're that but that you're both trying your hardest to avoid each other;

 you don't know what you've done wrong and you're upset that Ada doesn't seem to want to be mates with you anymore 

Ada just feels so guilty about the whole situation that she can't even bring herself to speak to you 

its a week and a but before Ada realises she has to do something 

she buys your favourite flowers and plans on getting home and cooking you a big meal as an apology, hoping that somewhere in this baking fiasco she will be able to think of some way of explaining why she said what she said

but when she gets back the flat its just a bit too quiet

she waits around for you to get back in and when it starts getting dark she starts to worry

when she goes to the bathroom she notices your toothbrush is gone

its just little things, but all the bits you'd have in the flat that you used every day 

it kinda dawns on her that you've gone and she just chucks all the food out and goes to cry on Polly shoulder

who wouldn't 

i bet she gives great hugs

“what should i do Pol? do i call her?”

Polly sits and listens to all her scenarios of how to win you back, knowing that she will tell Ada just to give you your space  

and obviously thats not the solution she wants to hear but for once in Polly’s  life a Shelby is actually gonna take her advice and not just do the complete opposite

with every passing day Ada gets less and less hopeful you'll come back

she was waiting on the text to tell her to just pack the rest of your stuff and leave it in the street for you 

and tbh as much as it would hurt she’d do it for you if thats what you wanted because she would do anything for you 

on day four though you were back 

she's having breakfast and you just kinda pop through the door like 

“hi, how y'all doin”

she's got no clue what to say to you at all

she hadn't rehearsed this scenario in her head 

you shuffle over and give her a hug and she's like 

wtf is happening 

but then obviously she hugs back 

“I'm sorry for whatever i did Ada i really am”

“you didn't do anything wrong it was all me”

girly happy tears hug 

Ada is so happy to see you again 

like she literally can't breath she's so happy 

its been only like 5 days but still

and she never wants this hug to end

EVER!

she's just soaking in the feeling of your warm arms around her and the smell of your hair

the feeling of your face pressed into the side of her neck 

having a movie night together to make up for all the time you guys missed eachother

5 days in lesbian time is like 2 years 

you watch all the twilights. all of them. 

bringing you quilts into the living room and cuddling on the sofa together

ada still feels a bit guilty about just how much her heart races when you guys cuddle but she's too happy you're back to think about that

playing with Adas hair like friends do until she falls asleep 

its the best nights sleep Ada has had since you left 

you start to notice Ada is acting a bit different? not bad just different 

a lil weird 

pulling polly aside and asking her if she had noticed anything

Polly putting on the best acting experience of her life and pretending she hadn't because the woman knows how to keep a secret 

everything goes back to how it was before for a while but Ada doesn't really know how much longer she can keep this facade up for 

she doesn't have to worry for long though 

all the ladies are out for Esmes hen do

this hen do is just a massive piss up to be honest, the whole family love going a little too far 

you all end up on the dance floor and Ada bumps into Freddie

who she hasn't seen in years 

you're at the table and can see them dancing together so you ask the girls who he is 

lizzie filling you in on their history together 

distant history but still history 

seeing how close he is to Ada makes you feel sick

is that his HaND On hEr AsS

meanwhile Ada is just enjoying a dance with an old mate, when all of a sudden you come out of nowhere with a grumpy face and grab her hand, pulling her out the club

polly watching this unfold like 

everyone else is confused, especially Linda

woman doesn't believe god made lesbians 

Lizzie, who has been theorising this outcome for months with her husband, is texting Tommy as we speak 

“what was that all abo-”

Ada is pushed against the back door and KISSED 

all that anger and jealousy makes for a horny reader (and writer I'm just saying)

Ada has literally no clue whats going on she just knows she's being kissed by her BABYGIRL OH HONEY 

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌

ada kissing back 

its passionate my dudes

lots of tongue and hands in hair

its all getting a bit too steamy when Ada pulls back, suddenly realising that this isn't some fantasy but actual reality 

“I've wanted to do that for so long”

“you've wanted to do that for so long? Ive wanted to do that for so long!”

going back to your flat

not to have sex of course although

but to talk 

falling asleep in each others arms again, but this time Ada doesn't have to feel guilty about being the only one who feels more from this than just friendship 

to be honest i could keep writing this forever, I'm planning on a smutty part 3 so if thats something you want let me know 

[michaelgraysmustache]

HERE’S TO COMPLEX FEELINGS PT. 2

Ada finally meets Jack and his mysterious wife.  PART ONE

Jack Nelson x OC/Reader (Carmen Nelson) x Ada Thorne

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

SUMMARY: You and Jack Nelson married when you were 21, it was marriage of convince and safety. You, a queer woman, needed a beard and he needed a wife who he could trust and understood that he’d never be monogamous. Things get complicated when you both taken on Ada Thorne as a lover.

A/N: Yeeeeee I finally updated this fic. I hope you enjoy.  

WARNINGS:  none

- 1915 - Boston, Massachusetts, USA

"We should get married!"

"Jack, are you serious?" you whispered into the phone, "I'm at work right now. I don't have time for one of your games."

"It's not a game," he pleaded, "I'll swing by and pick you up after work and explain everything."

"Okay," you agreed and a few hours later he was standing outside the home, leaning against his new Ford. Jack drove you to his apartment so that you could talk privately about the suggested proposal. Nestled into his purple velvet couch with a whiskey in both your hands, the discussion began.

You watched as he talked, leaning your head against the sofa, tired from a long day at work. 

"Carmen, look, you've been my best friend since were seven years old. No one on this planet knows me better than you." He spoke with sincerity, something you hadn't heard from him in years. It was like you were talking to the little boy Jack once was. The boy who taught you how to throw a proper right hook when you were eight and how to shoot a gun when you were thirteen. He made sure you knew how to defend yourself, and in turn, you watched your back. "I want you to have a happy life. Hell, I want that for the both of us." You nodded along and took your hand in his.

"Car. I want to keep you safe and give you a happy life. You understand me, you know that I won't give up my other women. What's that saying your brothers have? Una en la casa, una en las calles. one in the house, one in the streets. Yo tengo tres en las calles. I have three in the streets. " Growing up around your family, Jack had picked up some Spanish phrases. It always made you smile whenever he used them. 

"So you want to marry me because know you'll whore around?" you laughed at the idea. 

"In theory, I want to marry you because together we can both be free to be who we are. In application, whore around is accurate." 

"Okay, MAYBE this isn't a bad idea." 

Jack's accomplished cocky grin spread across his face. You were almost agreeing to marry him, or at the very least taking his proposal a bit more seriously. He finished his glass of whiskey, a preemptive celebration, and stood up to pour himself another glass. 

"Who knows, maybe a spark of love will blossom between us," he winked and you rolled your eyes. 

"You read one poetry book and all of sudden you're all 'we should get married' this and 'blossoming love' that."

"I happen to be a sensitive man with lots of passion in my heart."

"I wouldn't say that's where you keep your passion." you glanced down at his cock, then back up at his eyes, and took a big sip of whiskey. 

"You better watch what you say about my passion. You'll have to pop out a few Nelson babies to please our parents."

"Jesus, that's horrifying. Let me rescind my acceptance." 

Eight Years Later, 1924. 

Carmen Nelson was your name now, eight years had gone by since the proposal and wedding. Jack's empire had expanded further than either of you thought possible. He showered you and your kids with gifts and love, your marriage was working out as well as Jack had hoped. You gave Jack two kids...both after nights when you were drunk and horny. Grasping at each other's bodies trying to find a spark to ignite the sexual fire. If there was such a spark between you two, you weren't able to find it on those nights. 

You each had a list of lovers, Jack's was longer than yours considering that he liked to fuck at least once a day. They had their list of rules: No lovers around the children, No lovers in the family home, and No lovers around at family events. It was simple but it kept your personal and sexual lives separate. It was agreed that you had you could find more than sexual relief from the women you slept with, but had yet to test that. You were busy helping Jack expand his empire, the workforce alliance between the Mexicans and the Irish immigrants was as unbreakable as you two. 

Just about every night you two come home to each other. You talk, you laugh, and you go to sleep. Sometimes in separate beds, sometimes in the same bed. Wrapped up in strong arms, you felt safe and loved. It was different from how falling asleep with your mistresses, then where you were being held fleeting feelings of pleasure. You wondered if you'd ever find a girl you wanted a relationship with. You and Jack had talked briefly about the future possibility of adding another woman into the relationship, one that could live at the house and really be a part of their daily lives. As you closed your eyes and welcomed a deep sleep, you wondered if such a woman was out there. If she was, you asked God to bring her to you. 

A week later, you meet her. Her name is Ada Thorne, she was a potential new business partner for Jack who had just come over from England to invest in real estate and expand her family company into the Americas. He burst through the front door, elated with a wide smile that you wish you saw more of. He used to smile so much but the stress of life was getting to him. You greeted him with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"There's a new woman in town and I'd like you to meet her." He said to you as he picked up your youngest kid, Georgie Nelson. You looked at him, brow raised, confused he had never wanted you to meet a woman he knew before. Sure wives and sisters of business partners, but that was different. That was always a dejected ask, knowing that you would hate the small talk. Right now, Jack was glowing. He went on to explain her business in the states. 

"Did you sleep with her?" was the only thing you could think of to ask. A worried feeling stirred inside you, had he found someone that he liked more than you? Was there finally a woman who could give him everything you couldn't. Had he fallen in love? 

As your words hit his ears Jack's demeanor changed, a look sympathetic look in his eyes as put your son down and pulled him in for a hug."No. I want to, but I want you there too." He let go of you and sat back down, "You should have seen her in this meeting." That glow about him returned as he recounted all things she said and did in the meeting. How she handled every hardball question with ease and called him out on his lowball offer. Slowly, a smile crept into your face too. This Ada Throne didn't seem too bad, in fact, she seemed a lot like you. She called Jack out on his bullshit with wit and without hesitation. You agreed to meet her. There was a meeting set up for tomorrow night at The Fantasy, a club that he owned. 

Ada Thorne wouldn't leave your mind, for the whole next day you couldn't help but try to imagine everything you could about her. She was already so intoxicating and you hadn't even met her. As the sun lowered in the sky, you began to get ready for the rendezvous. Failed outfits littered the bed, dresses, and skirts weren't going to cut it tonight. Plus you hated wearing them most of the time, they were fine on nights where you were playing the part of Mrs. Nelson the perfect wife, but tonight you wanted to present wholly and entirely yourself. You knew what you wanted to wear, the question was, were you bold enough to walk into The Fantasy a woman in a suit. 

...

"Carmen?" Jack called out, his deep voice echoing through the hallways of your large Boston apartment. "Are you ready to go?"  His quickened footsteps rattled the floor, your husband was nervous. 

"Yes, sweetheart," you cooed as if you were talking to a small child. The footsteps stopped and you smiled, knowing that in the other room he had his arms crossed like a pouting child. You laughed to yourself. "I'm just putting in my earrings and then we can leave." The clasp locked into place, and you rose from your chair and walked into the hallway. "So...what do you think?" You spun in a slow circle, showing off the tailored blue suit that matched his. 

"When did you get this made?" he smiled down at you, proud of how powerful you looked by yourself and next to him. A matching pair. God, Ada Thorne was going to quake in her shoes at the sight of you two. 

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Even in America, trouble seemed to follow Ada Thorne. She supposed that was a consequence of every contact she had been related to her brothers, or maybe it was because she and her husband were registered communists, or maybe it was all due to the Shelby blood that followed through her veins. Her people were never quiet or ignored, they were the center of mischief and innovation. Even when she met a man of her own accord, a property manager in Boston, he seemed to be just as much trouble as she was...perhaps even more. 

Jack Nelson. She couldn't get him out of her mind, the way he smoked cigars and drank whiskey neat. A smokey earthy aroma filled the air of the meeting. He felt so familiar, yet so foreign. Mr. Nelson didn't talk down to her or doubt her credentials, like so many other people she met. He listen to her, treated her as an equal, and invited her out to a club he owned. She of course had to say yes, one couldn't say no to the first invitation out. 

"Tomorrow is a Friday night, the best night at The Fantasy by far. You have to come out, there are a bunch of people that I'd like to introduce you to." Jack was promising an eventful night for both her professional and social life. The latter feeling more important to her at the moment, Ada had just moved across the world with her son. Between being a mother and running the American expansion, she had little time for friends. "I'll send a car to get you."

Trying to fit in with the East Coast fashion, Ada selected a modern style of dress. A light pink dress with beaded straps which she picked up in London before her move. She applied a light layer of makeup to head to the club. As Jack promised a driver was waiting for her in the lobby of her apartment building. 

At the club, Ada pushed her way through the crowd of people and up to the bar, wanting to secure a drink before attempting to Mr. Nelson. "Whiskey on the rocks," she told the bartender. A woman in a white blouse and trousers turned to Ada and said, "Good choice." It was Mrs. Carmen Nelson, she was drinking the same thing. "Please top me off, William." She instructed the bartender who quickly refilled her drink after making Ada's. Carmen smiled, Ada Thorne really was just as beautiful as Jack promised. The Brit welcomed the company of this new woman, wondering if they had any more in common than just their drink preference. 

As the night went on, Ada and Carmen talked about everything the sun while Jack watched from his usual corner booth. She was so engrossed in conversation with Carmen that she hadn't even bothered to scan the room for Mr. Nelson. She reasoned that he'd be able to find her if wanted to say hello. Joy raided from Mrs. Thorne as she spoke, finally, there was someone who understood her. She didn't feel alone anymore. 

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You were having a wonderful night, everything was going according to plan. Your faux casual introduction to Ada went smoothly, all you had to do was wait for a British woman to order whiskey at the bar. The conversation went on smoothly, there was hardly ever silence. Anything was fair game to talk about, except for Jack and the kids, but you knew how to talk around those subjects. 

Eventually, you wanted a bit more than pleasant conversation, you wanted to test the waters.  You let your hand swing down and rest against her knee atop the beaded fabric of her dress. A warm smile appeared on both of your faces as neither of you pulled away. You leaned in to kiss her, heart racing as you did so, one hand brought up to cup her soft curls when -- BAM. A drunk patron pushed his way between you two, rudely calling out for the bartender's attention. A wave of quick hot anger rose from inside you, not only had he knocked over your drinks but he had ruined this carefully crafted moment of intimacy between you and Ada. 

"Hey!" you rose to your feet and challenged the man, hoping for his sake that he'd apologize and get out of your way. 

The stranger didn't back down, "Calm down, lady. I'm just trying to get a drink for me and my friend." He waved over another man and Ada mouth 'GREAT' to you. This other friend immediately noticed that you and she were without men at your sides and made it his personal mission to keep you two company. 

"Nico, be nice to these women. Buy them some drinks."

"We're fine," you replied, a sour look on your face. 

"Oh come one, two ladies as fine as yourselves alone at the bar. You look like you could use the company. I'm Steven."

"Really, we're good," Ada spoke up and you recognized the fire in her eyes. She wouldn't back down either. These guys were going to have to take a few hits to their ego, or bodies before they back down. Steven made the mistake of putting his arms around both of you and saying, "we'll get you some drinks. They'll cool you down, make you more agreeable."

Everything next happened so quickly. Ada stomped on his foot and you punched him in the face. As your fist hit his face, security descended on the scene and pulled the two men back. Seemingly out of nowhere, Jack appeared behind you. He had been watching the scene unfold from his booth in the corner. The presence of your husband and several of the security staff had been enough to make Steven and Nico shrink into themselves. Around you, the party continued on but in this five-foot radius, things were tense. 

"Get them out here," Jack's voice boomed. He looked each of the men in the eyes and told them they were never allowed back in. Ada looked at Jack, wondering how he fits into all of this. Why had he appeared just now? Then the answer was given to her when one of the staff holding back the men that been harassing you two said, 

"We're sorry about this, Mrs. Nelson. It won't happen again."

"Just get them out of her." You waved them away and placed a hand on Jack's arm, silently telling him to calm down and that everything was okay. That you and Ada were just fine. 

"Mrs. Nelson?" Ada mumbled, seeing now how clearly they fit together. Carmen had ditched her suit jacket hours ago, now wearing a blouse and tailored pinstripe suit pants cut from the same material as Jack's. Two people and their outfits were cut from the same cloth. 

Jack turned to Ada, his vicious stare now replaced by his usual cocky smile. "Mrs. Thorne, I see you've met my wife." 

The question was now, what did they want with Ada Thorne.

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hello! i’d love to request a 🍨 for pb and got if possible. i’m she/her; bi; slytherin; september virgo; infp; 4w5. i’m 5’5”, slim build and fair-skinned with dark brown hair and the same colour eyes. as for my personality, i can be quite cold and reserved when i first meet people (which doesn’t really come out online) and i have a hard time trusting anyone new, but i truly love those closest to me. i use sarcasm 90% of the time and love teasing people but my intentions have nothing to do with hurting anyone. i subconsciously use laughter as a defence mechanism and i hate it. i’m lowkey a rebel which is just a nicer word for family disappointment. i have intense mood swings which i cope with by bottling up my emotions. i’d rather listen to people’s problems than talk about my own. despite the cold exterior, i can be soft and kind, and i believe in freedom and equality. i’m ambitious and love learning but not in the way school is trying to force me to - ew. my hobbies include reading books 24/7, writing (much less of the time, but hey, i still get around to it every once in a while) and watching tv shows. i’m also a cinephile and you can trust me with a list of recommendations for your next movie night.

i do hope this is enough; thank you very much fren xx

here’s your vanilla milkshake, Réka, and thank you for your patience! I think you would be amazing with these two incredible women - sansa stark and ada shelby!

You had been Sansa’s friend for as long as you could remember.

Social differences didn’t matter in the North as much as they did in the South, especially because the Lords of Winterfell had always been close to their people.

So despite the fact that she was highborn and proudly bore the name of the Starks, and you were a tanner’s daughter from Winterfell, your friendship with Sansa had never been frowned upon.

Especially since Ned clearly saw how much fun his daughter had with you. You were the only person she could be seen getting a little muddy and mischievous with. You weren’t true troublemakers, of course, especially not since Arya was the point of reference... but you had your moments of mindless fun.

Being best friends with Sansa was effortless; you hadn’t had to warm up to her, because you had always been close confidantes to one another. She understood everything about you, even when you didn’t say a word...

... but during your teenage years, when you both came of age and other townsfolk your age started discussing boys and flings, a pang of desire started to blossom inside of you and course through your veins.

Maybe you wanted more than to simply be Sansa’s best friend, after all.

Maybe there was more to the way you found yourself staring into her deep, blue eyes like they were the only color worthy of attention...

When Sansa announces that she is to leave for King’s Landing and marry Joffrey, you get into a pretty heated argument, the first you’ve had in more than ten years of friendship.

Part of you is reasonably upset that she kept a news so important a secret from you for so long; and another part of you is mortified and furious at the idea of her going to the capital and becoming Queen to the arm of a petty little brute as snotty as Joffrey Baratheon...

... when she could have stayed at Winterfell and, perhaps, one day, have made you Lady right alongside her.

You’d been bottling up your feelings for her for quite a while and didn’t know how to deal with them - terrified of rejection, but also of not acting out on them and lose her to another... and when she told you she would be leaving, it was like both nightmares coming true at once. There was no use anymore in snarky side remarks, and you exploded from sheer frustration and fright.

Obviously, she couldn’t possibly comprehend why you were so mad about her not telling you all about her family business - which was more about political affairs, anyway -, so you couldn’t sort out your disagreement,

and gave each other the cold shoulder for a few days.

Until the last night before her departure for the South with her father, where you snuck into the castle courtyard to say your farewells and bid her well - fearing you would not be able to if front of everyone on the following morning

And when she came down to meet you with a frown on her heavenly face, the words escaped your mouth before you could control them; they had been a long time coming, but at least they were out and you would not have to carry your secret to the tomb.

And she wanted to get mad at you for getting on your high horse and blowing up when you could have just as easily told her the truth...

... but she’s so elated that her feelings are reciprocated

... that even if she’s leaving for a place of appearances and to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, at least she knows there exists someone outside of her family who sincerely loves her and will always care for her

... and that there exists a world in which you love her and she loves you and that she just happens to live in this world

... that she just kissed you underneath the moonlight, desperate to get a taste of the last element of realness and familiarity that she’d keep to memory.

Of course, going to the capital and to Court had always been her biggest dream, but when she held you in her arms, she wasn’t so sure anymore it was worth leaving you behind.

“So you’re still going?”

“I have to.”

“I wish I could go with you.”

“I’ll be back. I promise I’ll do what it takes to return to the North and find you again.”

A Stark always followed through with their promises; that much you knew.

Ada and you are passionate about the same things, namely freedom and equality, which makes it easy for you two to hit it off.

You meet at a communist rally, where you’re instantly impressed by and drawn to her strong voice and stronger convictions. She doesn’t talk excessively, but isn’t unafraid to make her voice heard and opinions known.

From your very first meeting, you get a glimpse of how utterly devoted and dedicated to the cause Ada is, and that is even before recognizing her as a Shelby. Though you should have figured earlier - there aren’t many people, especially not women in Birmingham, who would talk so freely and pit herself against the men.

It makes her all the more attractive to you.

Still, you don’t develop a relationship of any kind until long after you met - but she’s a regular at communist rallies and actions for the party, as are you. You end up crossing paths quite often.

She’s an incredible orator, and is brazen enough not to be intimidated by the stares of every passerby when she must deliver passionate speeches about the progressive radicality of your movement. You realize you make an excellent pair - you’re a skilled writer who can move even the most disbelieving of men with your words, and she can blow life into them like no other.

So you write her speeches and she delivers your ideas to the whole world when you’re too insecure to do it.

And you progressively fall more and more in love with her, with how confident and blunt and daring she is.

She loves how well-read you are, too, and she tells you often the world would be a better place if it were filled with women like you, bright and selfless, not these greedy, idiot men who tear each other apart in pointless wars...

You relate so much to the experience of being perceived as a rebel simply for being a family outcast, it’s another bonding point between the two of you.

You don’t necessarily display a lot of affection when you’re together - partly because your relationship would cause quite the scandal if it came to light, but mostly because it’s just not your type.

You both can be quite swept up by the passion, especially when you're still on the adrenaline high from a chase from the cops or one of those Shelby businesses, which will often culminate in breathless, frenzied kisses in an alleyway...

... but the rest of the time, you’re more about sarcastic comments and a little bit of “tough love”.

Though you are fascinated by the relatively modern invention that is cinema in Birmingham, and on the rare occasion you have time and peace of mind enough to go to the “moving pictures”, Ada will, of course, come with...

... and it will most likely include sneaking into the projectionist’s room, a friend of yours from the party, and making out in there for most of the duration of the film.

800 follower sleepover CLOSED!

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sometimes at night all the shelby’s. (and pol) lay in front of the fire and talk about everything. all the brothers and ada fight over who gets little shelby to sit beside them because she’s almost always warm and cuddly and sometimes that’s just the affection they all need. the boys all love to run their hands through little shelby’s hair while they sit there. it’s a total stress reliever for all of them.

ultimately, tommy wins without having to put up too much of a fight because when you pad down the stairs in your comfiest pyjamas, fluffy slippers, pillows tucked under your armpit and a blanket trailing behind you with your eyes heavy, you just flop down onto the closest sofa, just happening to be next to tommy, as they all ceased their arguing the second they heard you on the stairs. you snuggle up to his side, pulling the blanket over you. your head is in his lap and he threads his fingers gentle into the soft locks until you start those soft and almost inaudible snores. later on in the night, tommy finally agrees to swap places with arthur because he’s just getting annoying now. ada is cuddled up to you fast asleep and you’re curled into her, but tommy’s departure is noticed. you wake up now, eyes fluttering open to find its only an hour later and you decide to move the entire family to the floor in front of the fire. you pull all the blankets and pillows down too, arthur is on one side of you running a hand through your hair, ada squeezed in between you and tommy on the other side, finn is sprawled over your legs, and john has a hand haphazardly thrown over tommy’s face while polly lies next to arthur. it’s a beautiful family huddle just like it used to be when there weren’t enough beds in watery lane. michael finds all of you that way and wakes you up with the cream of the door. “come on, michael.” you urge. “there’s plenty of room.” so he simply curled up next to his mother, enjoying the feeling of family connection and safety on tommy’s huge living room floor that he hasn’t felt in years

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She’s Last

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader Word Count: 1.8k A/n: I had this idea while watching the Luca bullet scene, I cut out johns’ bullet to be able to make some changes work.

"Y/N Shelby" As soon as Luca said your name, Tommy's heart stopped. The thought what that bullet could take from him was too much and the only one that could even slightly calm him down was his wife and son.

“I was surprised how easy it was to get in a room with you” Luca Changretta sat on the end of the table in Tommy’s office.

“And now?” Tommy asked, drawing his gun.

“And now?” Luca started “and now you should know, that during the trouble you had earlier on your factory floor, I sent on accomplice into your office in overalls. He found your gun…” He pulled out and handful of bullets “and unloaded it”

Tommy checked his gun and found it unloaded. On by one Luca began lining the bullets up on the table.

“Arthur Shelby” The first bullet.

“Polly Gray” The second.

“Michael Gray” The Third.

“Ada Throne” The Fourth.

“Tommy Shelby” The Fifth.

“And finally,” Tommy heart began to beat rapidly.

“Y/n Shelby” Tommy felt his heart stop, the threat on your life was too much for him but he kept himself composed, determined to not show any reaction to this Italian in front of him.

“None of you will survive” Luca stated as he stood up to look out the office window. “Your level of security is pitiful” he turned to Tommy “I could have killed your wife when she left your home this morning” The fact that they knew your whereabouts made him sick, he thought moving you back to Small Heath would make you even a little bit safer, but they were watching you, the thought of them watching you in your home mad him sick, had they watched you care for his son, do the housework…or had they watched his wife change, that thought alone made his blood boil.

“But you see…” Luca slowly walked closer to Tommy “I want her to be last” Tommy felt like he was about to pass out, his ears rang, and his vision was cloudy, but he didn’t show any emotion, he wouldn’t.

“I want her to be alive after her family and her husband are dead, because my mother says, that this is what will hurt you the most” Tommy stood emotionless, he knew that you seeing him dead or even hearing about it would break you. He knew that you would suffer the realisation that your son would be left with no one after you were gone and that would crush whatever of your soul was left and he couldn’t bear the thought.

“Instead of sending you a black hand, I could’ve had her killed in the night. You don’t know why. But I want you to know why and I wanna suggest to you that we fight this vendetta with honour” Luca explained,

“No civilians, no children” Tommy’s immediate thoughts going to his son who is probably happy at home with you now.

“No police” Luca added.

“Welcome to Birmingham Mr Changretta”

“Grazie”

You had spent most of the day entertaining your son Charlie while waiting for his father to come home. Charlie had grown up in Arrow House so he was having a hard time adjusting to Small Heath, you could tell her was missing his home. You tried your best to keep him occupied with other things like toys or helping you cook dinner for Tommy, his form of helping was sitting on the bench and playing with some spoons. As much as you loved Arrow House it was nice to be with your son in the place you and his father had fallen in love in, its not the most romantic of places but it did hold some very fond memories. You found yourself reminiscing quite a lot while you were back, Tommy was beyond stressed and your barely saw him so lately, all you had was the memories, the one where a young Thomas stood on the doorstep, crumpled flowers in hand and a nervous look on his face, the one where you hugged Tommy goodbye, crying into his chest before he was shipped off the France, the one when he came home from France, a broken man on your doorstep and your favourite, the one where he asked you to be his wife, right after you had pulled a bullet out of his arm, you were still holding the damn thing. And now your son was in that very same house, it felt like everything had come full circle.

“Y/n?” Tommy called out as he entered the small home, he listened closely for a response, but none came. “Charlie?” he called louder this time, looking in rooms as he went, panic slowly setting in, Luca’s threats weighing heavy on his heart.

“Daddy?” at the sound of his son’s small voice, Tommy turned to see him standing at the top of the stairs with his wife right beside him, Charlies small hand gripping the side of his mum’s nightdress and the other rubbing his eye. At the sight of his little family, he let himself relax for the first time all day, they were safe, and he was home with them now, that’s all that mattered.

“Hello Charlie” He smiled at the sight of his sleepy son, dressed ready for bed “looks like I caught you just in time”

“We were just about to pop into bed, weren’t we darling?” You asked your sleepy boy who nodded.

“Will you tuck me in daddy?” He asked sweetly, how could Tommy possibly say no. Charlie noticed his father start to walk up the stairs so he reached his little arms out, waiting for Tommy to pick him up. Tommy scooped him up and started on his way to his son’s room.

“You’re getting big aren’t you” Tommy pointed out his son’s sudden growth which he wasn’t particularly fond about.

“Mummy says I’ll be big and strong like you soon” Charlie pointed out as Tommy laid him down in his bed.

“Is that so?” Tommy smiled, noticing you watching your boys from the doorway.

“Uh huh and maybe I’ll find a beautiful girl like mummy” Charlie said as tommy tucked him in.

“No one is as beautiful as mummy” Tommy pointed out.

“Well maybe I’ll get close” Your son giggled followed by a yawn.

“Goodnight little man, don’t go growing too fast, okay?” Tommy planted a soft kiss on his son’s forehead.

“I’ll try Daddy” Charlie said before closing his eyes, Tommy quietly snuck out of the room where he found you standing in the hallway, a smile resting on your face. Tommy pulled the door shut behind him before he reached out for you, pulling you towards him by your hips.

“What’s wrong love?” you asked, reaching up the caress his cheek. You could always tell when something was bothering him, no matter how hard he’d try to hide it, there was no getting past you.

“Luca showed up at work, threatened me, threatened the family and…” he could bring himself to even say the last part, but you seemed to figure it out.

“Come on, come to bed, we’ll talk there” you softly grabbed his hand and lead him to the small room you shared. You began helping him undress by slipping his coat off and then his suit jacket, hanging them on some hooks on the back of the door. As you did this, he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, working on his pants next. As he undid the button you approached him from behind, rubbing his bare shoulders softly. He slipped off his pants and turned to face you, you hands now lay on his chest, he placed his hands back onto your hips and lead you back to the bed, he sat on the edge, and you straddled him, beginning to run your fingers through his hair.

“You have to lay low for a bit” He broke the silence, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“Tommy- “You began to protest.

“No, please listen to me love” he pleaded, looking up at you with the most hopeless looking you’ve seen on him. “He’s been watching you; he always knows where you are and at least here I can have you protected” You could tell by his voice that he was incredibly worried which scared you slightly, you hadn’t seen him this worried since you were in labour.

“I can’t lose you Y/n, I would lose my head, you keep me grounded and without you, I wouldn’t know what to do…I can’t lose you; Charlie can’t lose you” his eyes watered slightly and your heart broke. His hid his face in your chest and you rubbed his back gently as he clung to you, pulling you as close as he physically could.

“You won’t lose me Tommy, you’ll figure this out, you always do my love. I won’t leave the house unless you or someone you approve of is with me alright? I’m not leaving you; I couldn’t bear the thought of you alone” You reassured him, you felt him nod against your chest, you knew he wasn’t convinced, he wouldn’t be until Luca was dead but this was all you could do for now. You sat there for a while before he slowly pulled away, taking your hands in his. He gently ghosted his thumb over your wedding ring, your promise to him.

“let’s get some rest Tommy, you need it” You suggested, and he didn’t object, moving up the bed and guiding you up and into his arms, facing his chest.

You copied his actions from a moment ago and picked up his left hand, ghosting over his wedding band, something you both often did as a reminder of your promise to one another.

“There is something I have to tell you Tommy, I should wait but you need to know” you started, looking up at him, his tired eyes looking back at you. “Soon, we’ll be a family of four”

“I hope it’s a girl” was all he said before he drifted off to sleep with his pregnant wife in his arms and his son outside their door, building up the courage to ask if he could sleep with them.

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In your arms

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Pairing: Legolas x reader

Word count: 669

Warnings: none (just fluff lol)

Masterlist

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It was a peaceful day in Mirkwood. The two young elves hardly escaped their duties, and when they did, they wanted nothing more than to be in the company of one another. So now, as the sun was setting, (Y/N) and Legolas were walking through the Green Forest, talking and laughing. “This forest holds a true beauty when it is not full of deadly spiders.” The prince admitted. (Y/N) nodded. They eventually found a place they decided to stop by.

 They climbed a tree, sitting on one of the big branches, (Y/N)’s back was pressed against Legolas’ chest, his arms wrapped around her torso. This is where they both felt the safest. In each other’s arms. The young elleth closed her eyes, letting out a sight. “So what did you and your father speak about earlier? It seemed pretty serious” Legolas hummed in response. “Were you eavesdropping, gilgalad?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I just couldn’t stay away from you, nin ernil” The prince chuckled. “We were talking about marriage” The elleth furrowed her brows. “He wants you to get married? Already?” “Oh no, not that soon. He just told me that I should start looking for an elleth that is preferably a royalty, someone that could assure us a strong alliance. Ada said he doesn’t want to plan an arranged marriage with someone I have never met.” The girl started playing with one of his hands. “And, have you thought about anyone yet?” Legolas laid his head on her shoulder. “Mhmmm” He closed his eyes, relaxing more into the crook of her neck. “Oh really? Well, tell me more about them. Do I know them?” His grip around her tightened. “I’m sure you do. She is very popular around these parts. Around every part, in fact. Everyone knows her” The elleth couldn’t think of anyone. “Where is she from?” The prince smiled against her neck. “Everywhere” (Y/N) sighed. “And what does your father say about her?” The girl almost gave up. There wasn’t anyone coming to her mind. “My father adores her. Although she can be stubborn and disobey his orders sometimes, sometimes I fear he might love her more than me” In that moment, it clicked. But it was not possible, was it? She turned around, facing the prince. “Legolas…” “(Y/N), have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” (Y/N) smiled. “Only a couple times” The two of them chuckled. Neither one of them said anything for a moment. The elleth reached to cup his cheek with her hand. He leaned into her touch, kissing her palm, and then taking her hand in his, and running his lips over her knuckles. She started blushing. “You would make an amazing queen, gilgalad.” He was watching her with so much love and adoration, she swore she could melt on spot. “But I don’t know how to be a queen, Legolas. All my life I’ve been breaking rules, disobeying orders and just being reckless, never listening to anyone! This is not how queens act. They have to be graceful, innocent, and quiet. I am exactly the opposite of that. I crave adventures, love danger, my body is full of scars and my hands are bathed in blood.” Instead of answering her, the prince leaned in, and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her. (Y/N) instantly kissed back, hands hooking around his neck. Their lips were dancing with each other. When they finally broke the kiss, Legolas opened his eyes, seeing the shock on the girl’s face. “Meleth nin, you are exactly what this kingdom needs. You are brave, powerful, smart. Your love for danger and scarred body just makes me adore you even more. You were born a queen. No throne or crown needed. And queens do not take orders from anyone. Remember that.” And he was right. (Y/N) was, in fact, a queen. And with a king like him by her side, who would dare talk down to her?

[artedimichelangelo]

MASTERLIST

Hello loves!

Here’s my Masterlist with the few things I’ve already posted, but don’t worry, many stories are coming soon!

Author’s Note:

Requests for House of the Dragon and Game of Thrones are open.

As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I don’t write 18+ stories, mostly because I think I would make a huge mess, although I’ve never written something of that category before.

I could start writing some 18+ one-shots one day, who knows, the most important thing is that there’s at least a plot.

I do take dark, angst and fluff requests.

If you have au! suggestions, features for a character that you want to add, a specific name or anything related to that, feel free to ask!

I’ll also start using this tag #artedimichelangelo, just in case and also to help you find my stories in an easier way.

House of the Dragon:

Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Rhaenyra x Reader x Daemon Headcanons.

Daemon Targaryen.

Daemon x Reader x Rhaenyra Headcanons.

Aemond Targaryen.

Do not fear - Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Fem!Reader.

Aegon Targaryen.

Moon of my life - Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon!Fem!Reader.

My heart is yours, as yours is mine - Aegon Targaryen x Hightower!Fem!Reader.

Jacaerys Velaryon.

Lucerys Velaryon.

Alicent Hightower.

Harwin Strong.

Criston Cole.

Game of Thrones:

Daenerys Targaryen.

Jon Snow.

Robb Stark.

Sansa Stark.

Arya Stark.

Jaime Lannister.

For the first time - Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader.

Cersei Lannister.

Tyrion Lannister.

Theon Greyjoy.

Tormund Giantsbane.

Oberyn Martell.

Sandor Clegane.

Peaky Blinders:

Thomas Shelby.

Arthur Shelby.

Daughter of Fire - Arthur Shelby x Daughter!Reader.

John Shelby.

Finn Shelby.

The Sun and his Moon - Finn Shelby x American! Fem! Reader.

Michael Gray.

Alfie Solomons.

Wild Lavander - Alfie Solomons x Reader.

Pleasant Hours in Camden Town - Alfie Solomons x Shelby! Fem! Reader.

Luca Changretta.

Birthday Boy - Luca Changretta x Fem!Reader.

Isaiah Jesus.

Bonnie Gold.

Ada Thorne/Shelby.

Polly Gray.

Thank you all for the love and support you’re giving me, I really appreciate it!

- Gio.

[anaveragebibliophile]

Gratitude

Young!Legolas x Thranduil x Wife!Reader 

After spending some time with his father, Legolas discovers just how lucky he is to have a mother like you. And someone else seems to be inclined to agree as well. 

It was on this night that the sky slowly faded into the most spectacularly calm colors. Light blues and pointed yellows faded to make room for the syrupy corals and mandarins that signaled night’s falling. And without having had the good sense to sneak a peek out the window within the last half hour, you’d have missed all the beauty that Valar (God) bestowed upon Middle-Earth. 

Soon, a soft knock sounded on the door to your and your husband’s--the king’s--chambers. “Hello, Naneth (mother),” a sweet, little voice said. 

“Hello, lasdithen (little leaf). How was your time in the study with Ada (Father)? I hope he didn’t consume himself with much work during your time together,” you smiled, knowing the impending council meeting had been one of the biggest stressors for your beloved husband. So much so that neither you nor your son had seen much of him the last few days. Thirty minutes--the time you pushed him to spend with Legolas--was the longest break he’d awarded himself all day.  

Legolas’ mouth quirked up in a grin at the mention of his father. “We had the best time, Naneth. Ada showed me many special books and told me many stories about our kin, even a few about you.”

At that comment, your initially lively, stimulated countenance faltered a bit. “Me? What did your Ada mention, lasvelui (sweet leaf)?” 

“A battle with Orcs, lots of iâr (blood), and how you stopped Ada from worrying and pushed him to fight.” 

Well, that was putting things very lightly. You remembered that day as if it were yesterday. 

Watching Thranduil jump from his throne when a guard, sprinting into the throne room, informed him of the security breech at the gates. Hearing your husband’s harsh bellows, and seeing how they appeared to be shaking the stone pillars that held part of the castle in place. And, hastily grabbing the outer-most sleeve of his robes before he made his way down the marble steps, pushing your lips together for one last mind-numbing kiss. 

The urgency with which he grabbed your waist informed you of how frightened he truly was by this attack. And, to be completely honest, it perturbed you too. It had been at least a century since any Orcs had dared to quarrel with the Woodland Realm. Why now? What was the purpose? 

“Don’t worry about us,” you instructed, hands clasping the thin hairs at the nape of his neck. “Legolas is napping in our chambers. I will make sure it stays that way.” 

“How can I not?  You two are my life, hûn velui (sweetheart). Without you, I cannot even imagine what my life would become.”

“You need only trust. Fate will take care of the rest. I believe we will have a long, happy life together. You, me, and our beautiful, beautiful son.” 

“Our little leaf, our greatest treasure.” 

“Yes, all ours. Now go. These feelings of uncertainty aren’t who you are. Be the proud, arrogant aran we all know and love.” 

An imperceptible movement at the left corner of his mouth was what assured you he got the message. Then, with his signature eye roll, he took leave immediately, belting out orders surrounding battle strategy, infirmary locations, and the leader’s head being left for proper disposal--at the sword of the king. 

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“Naneth?” Legolas queried, having moved away from the door to lightly pull on the lower hem of your dressing gown. 

“I’m sorry, darling. I was thinking back to that time with your father.” 

He nodded in understanding. “I’m glad you’re my Naneth. You always make everything better.” 

You kneeled before him, opening your arms in the hope that he would get your message. And in what probably counted out to be three seconds, you found a tiny, kind-hearted boy’s head pressed against your bosom. 

“She does, doesn’t she, iôn nín (my son)?” came the voice of your husband. 

Very quickly, your eyes--fresh with rapidly shedding tears--met his drier but no less affected ones.  

“Please join us, Ada.” 

“Yes, Thran, please do join. We can have a family hug of sorts.”

Being given the go-ahead seemed to do wonders for him. Forever uncertain that husband of yours was. 

And, making haste, he reached the two people he valued most in the world in rapid time and proceeded to make it known how much he adored them. Choosing to sit on his bum in a criss-cross fashion rather than kneel, he soon snaked his right arm around his son’s back and performed a similar movement on his wife. 

“Thank you for this, hervess nín (my wife). Thank you for everything.” 

[7soulstars]

Hi ! Could I request a Thranduil x reader where reader has a hUGE fear of spiders, even the very little ones she's so afraid and always begs Thranduil to kill them/remove them away for her?? Hope it's not too complicated, tyyy 💕

Hey darling I had done a VERY similar one on Legolas but since it is a different character I’ll make it somewhat like a different version for you. I hope you like it and thank you for being patient with me ! I have also written a Legolas Version in which she is also scared of spiders !

Nauth- i Aiwenor 

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Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Warnings: Arachnophobia?, mentions of blood, best friend Leggy, WHIPPED Thranduil

Summary: Local elven king wants nothing but to keep his lady happy 

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Nauth- i aiwenor; Elvish for Imagine the sky

A high pitched scream echoed through the palace disrupting the ever-so-peaceful aura of Mirkwood. If the annoyingly long blabbering of a minister had bored the elven king enough to make the king drowsy the scream sure enough shocked him to the state of high conciousness. Legolas’ screams to ask the owner owner of the disruptive screech were second to follow.

This had prompted Thranduil to storm out of his throne room. His face masked with stoic casuality but his feet made haste, stopping only when he saw a flow of an elven gown running towards him, a flash of green not far behind. He had held his arms wide open as the bundle shot right into his chest. Arms flailing around his waist and what-not. 

“Ada! I tried to calm her down but she just sprinted screaming for you ”, the young prince tried to reason knowing that his father knew just what he meant. This wasn’t the first time it had happened and as much as Thranduil wanted to keep holding Y/N in his arms he did also want to confirm the situation and get rid of it.  

“Y/N....darling look at me...”,he gently spoke as her crying slowed down. But the moment she looked at him she burst back into tears. It always awed the tenants of the palace how careful the supposedly ruthless king was to one woman. He treated her like glass but at the same time kept her on an equal pedestal as him. He would drop everything else when it came to her.

“T-there was a s-spi”, she couldn’t even finish the sentence as she buried herself back into his chest. She had always been scared of the ghastly creatures, rightfully so. She called them the spawn of demons which Legolas would often tease her about. But the moment she had burst into tears the first time she saw one in the palace everyone had realized that her fear was of no laughing matter. Thranduil shot Legolas a demanding look as the other sighed. “I keep telling her it was squashed ! It was like ‘this’ tiny! A troop of ours has already killed enough of the bigger ones for the other half to leave the realm ”, they prince exclaimed as he vaguely gestured with his hands. 

Thranduil had dismissed his son as he lead a very shook up Y/N to their chambers. “Y/N.” he had requested again gaining a tiresome squeak that made his heart urch. He hated when she cried. To him it seemed like he failed. Especially when she was.....so easily able to take care of the horrors of his past and his fears.

“Close your eyes, Meleth-nin. Nauth- i aiwenor....With me”

Y/N felt safe. She knew he would always be there to look out for her.

--The End--

I am so sorry that this is so short ! But I had already written a Legolas Version so my mind went blank *cries* but I really hope you liked this one! Thank you so much for being so patient! Please like, comment and reblog to support me if you like my work ! Please do not plagarise my works!

~Love, Hri

[xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx]

A World Away

Thranduil x fem!human!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary: “I want a modern reader thrown into mirkwood forest. Found and thrown into a cell by thranduil. During an escape attempt reader sees an animal and decides to rescue an animal and get caught by thranduil. He takes an interest and reader is treated as a guest. Thranduil starts falling for her and sends her to live with humans. “What did i do? Why are you sending me away?” And then during the battle of five armies she meets with thranduil again and fluff”

Warnings: a little swearing (like twice)

Authors Note: Splitting this into two parts so everyone can suffer (joking lol)

Edit: Not me trying to schedule this and realizing it didn’t post 🤦🏻‍♂️

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With every step, you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Your adrenaline rush prevented you from noticing the sharp briars that tore at your skin and clothes. You could worry about that later. Your only concern now was making it out of this forest.

You had planned your escape from the Elvenkings dungeon for weeks. Today, the opportunity to put your plan into action had finally arisen. As you dodged fallen logs and low hanging branches, you thought of how you came to be here in the first place.

Your head was throbbing as you came to. You attempted opening your eyes, but the bright sunlight forced you to close them again. You could hear strange voices speaking in a foreign tongue. You attempted to move your hands, but they were bound. Forcing your eyes open a second time, you took in your unfamiliar surroundings.

You were in a forest, surrounded by men and women dressed in strange clothes. All of them had long hair that was intricately braided, revealing their...pointy ears? Okay, what on earth was happening here.

“Excuse me, but who are you people? Why am I here?” You voiced. One with blonde hair, you assumed he was their leader, snapped his head towards you.

“You were trespassing on our lands. You are now in the custody of King Thranduil. He shall decide your fate” You gulped. Oh lord, what had you done now?

You were ripped away from your thoughts when you tripped over something in your way.

“Shit!” You hissed at the pain now shooting up your leg. You turned and looked at what had caused you to fall. A small fawn lay trembling at your feet. It didn’t appear injured, but your conscience wouldn’t let you leave until you checked. You extended a hand to the fawn, but it flinched away. “C’mon, I won’t hurt you. I promise,” you reassured. As you were checking the animal over, the sound of a sword being drawn reached your ears. You turned to see the tall figure now standing behind you. You recognized him as one of the guards that had taken you prisoner when you arrived at this miserable place.

“I see we didn’t get very far,” the elf said sarcastically. You dropped your head in defeat.

“Damn my good conscience,” you thought.

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The first time you were before the Elvenking, he had been perched atop his throne. This time, you met him in his private study. He was seated in a large chair, sipping a glass of rich red wine. He appeared unbothered. You weren’t sure if anything could sway him.

“Leave us,” he commanded the guards placed at the doors. He took another long drink of his wine, then placed it on the table beside him. Neither of you spoke, and the silence was deafening. Thranduil took a deep breath and gestured to the seat adjacent from him, ”Sit.”

You obeyed, the large plush seat nearly swallowing you. You fiddled with your hands-noting that they had been left unbound this time.

“Do you have any idea what the punishment is for those that try to escape my prison?” He questioned. You shook your head in response, not trusting your voice to remain steady. “A more barbaric king would likely have you put to death.” Thranduil noticed you becoming more anxious. “But do not worry, I don’t plan on doing such a thing.”

“O-Oh?” You stuttered.

“You must be quite clever to have out maneuvered my guards,” Thranduil continued as he poured another glass of wine. “It was surprising to learn that your escape failed because you stopped to help a fawn.”

“It wasn’t my greatest decision,” you admitted.

“Perhaps, but I think it’s ultimately been in your favor,” Thranduil hummed.

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“What I mean is that I’ve reconsidered my original sentence. I believe I may have been quick to judge when you were first brought before me,” Thranduil paused. “I hear of all the happenings in this forest. Humans are typically uncaring of those around them. Despite your situation, you stopped to help another in need of aid. Quite a noble trait to possess, yes?”

“Yes, I suppose,” you replied. You had never considered yourself noble before. Helping others had always felt like the right thing to do.

“If it would be no trouble, I should like you to remain in Mirkwood-as my guest.” There it was. The point that this conversation had been leading to.

“I-Really?” You exclaimed. Just when you thought you were starting to understand how this world worked, you were blind sided once again.

“If you have family you would rather return to, I understand. We would be more than willing to supply you for your journey-“

“Oh, no,” you cut him off (which surprised him). “It’s not that. I just wasn’t expecting it is all. I appreciate the offer, and I totally except.” You were glad to finally move on from being a prisoner. The treatment in Thranduils dungeon was alright, but a prison is still a prison after all.

“Well, then,” said Thranduil, pouring a second glass of wine. “Let’s drink to the hope of newfound friendship,” he offered the glass to you. You accepted and raised your glass to him. A possible friendship with the king? Oh, this was going to be a story to tell.

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Life in Mirkwood was very pleasant; spending your days exploring the endless gardens and library. You would share dinner with Thranduil once a week. Then twice a week. Then soon you would dine together most nights. You noticed how interested he was in your life-both before you came to Middle Earth and now.

What you didn’t notice were the whispers between the elves. Since the death of his queen, the king had been closed off. Now, he was showing such favoritism to a human woman. Sharing dinner with her. Strolling through the gardens together. Gifting her with clothes and her own dwelling. It wasn’t until Legolas brought it up did Thranduil notice how fond he had become of you.

“Ada?” Legolas asked one day.

“Yes?” Thranduil replied as he leafed through paperwork.

“I’ve seen you’ve become quite partial to (Y/N),” said Legolas.

“Hm, I suppose I have,” Thranduil paused from his work.

“Do you think you may have...romantic feelings for her?” Legolas hesitated before asking.

Thranduils eyes widened at what his son had said. “O-Of course not! Honestly, Legolas, I don’t see why you would say such things!” Legolas gave his father a look and turned to leave.

“If you say so,” Legolas teased before closing the door behind him.

Thranduil pondered over what Legolas had said. Yes-he could see it now. He had slowly become wrapped around your little fingers. Falling for you so slowly he didn’t even notice. He wanted to feel joy-could he have found a second companion at last? But he couldn’t help the guilt that clawed at his stomach. Many elves only married once. Though his wife was deceased, her soul still lingered in the Halls of Mandos. What then? Should he do you both a disservice and pursue his newfound love? Thranduil stood and paced the room, thinking of what he should do. Finally, he called to the guards outside the room. He had made his decision.

“How may we serve you, My King.”

“Tell Lady (Y/N) to pack her things. She must be gone by daybreak tomorrow. She is not to step foot in the Woodland Realm again, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Thranduil felt sick. This was for your own good, he kept telling himself. To be with you would only hurt you both. It had to be this way.

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You wiped away your tears as you packed. You didn’t understand. Mirkwood was your home. Thranduil had become your closest friend, but now he was banishing you? You thought the Elvenking liked you, even entertained the thought that he more than liked you, but not now. Now you felt foolish. Of course it would never work. He was a stupidly handsome immortal king. You were a human girl from a different world.

You threw the last of your belongings into your bag. The guards escorted you out of the castle. Before the cart you were placed upon moved, you took one last look at the kingdom, trying to absorb every detail. The coachman urged the horses forward, and that was it. You would never see Thranduil again. As night fell, so did your tears.

Little did you know, you weren’t the only one who cried that night.

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