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Welcome to the blog!

This is a nonsexual x-reader blog focused on the Red Queen series by Victoria Aveyard, particularly the female characters of this series.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have Iris Cygnet as your mom, Larentia Viper as your friend, Evangeline Samos as your big sister, or Mare Barrow as your roommate? This blog is the place for you!

We plan to do "matchmaking" style posts(tell us a little about yourself and learn what Red Queen character would we think would be your best friend), "reaction" style posts (how we think the different Red Queen characters would react to a particular situation), general headcanons, and more!

Requests are always welcome, and we'll try our best to respond to any requests we get!

[justmymindandstuff]

This isn’t “goodbye”, this is simply “see you later” - Series Masterlist

Part 1: Goodbye my lover 

Part 2: Without you

Part 3: cooming soon

[locketsvault]

「 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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[viaoverthemoon]

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💕

[bteezxyewriter12]

World War/ 1

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.2k

Includes- This is one of the first fics I've ever written so it may not be as good as my current ones, alternative history, fluff, sex, cock riding, missionary, blow job, pussy eating, cum eating, multiple orgasms

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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

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Napping siblings: Thranduil x baby reader x Legolas.

Age: 6 months. Thranduil is looking for his young son and infant daughter until he found them in his daughter’s room fast asleep and the next morning he, Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir found them asleep again.

Thranduil had just gotten out of a meeting with his butler Galion and a few of his guards.

As they walked down the palace corridor Thranduil noticed that it was quite, to quite for his liking! Because his 8 year old son Legolas and 6 month old infant daughter Y/N are usually causing mayhem and panic in these halls, but his two little children were nowhere in the halls making him panic and ask around the palace as he knew there was trouble when things were to quiet until he was in front of the guards guarding the throne room “do you two know where my children are?” He asked the guards feeling his heart beating so fast as if he was running from orcs “Last I heard they were playing in the princess’s room.” One of the guards answered making Thranduil dash there feeling his parental instincts kicking.

When the king was in front of his daughters nursery he slowly opened the door and peaked his head in to see that the room was empty aside from some toys on the ground but he saw a body in the crib, thinking it was his little girl he slowly walked up to it to check on her but what he saw made his heart almost burst from his chest, there was his son and daughter fast asleep in the crib.

Legolas had an arm over Y/N’s tiny frame protectively with Y/N’s tiny hands clutching to his tunic, smiling Thranduil let out a tiny chuckle “You two almost gave me a heart attack this afternoon.” he whispered gently until his son let out a yawn and stretched until his hands and head hit the board of the crib then he looked up at his father “Oh good afternoon Ada.” The young prince said until he realized where he was making him blush “How much did you see?” He asked making his father smirk “only a lot of it.” The king said until Y/N’s eyes opened while she let out a gentle squeak then it turn into a happy squeal when she saw her father “Did you enjoyed your nap princess?” Thranduil asked picking up the 6 month old elfling while Legolas managed to get out of the crib by himself “How did you get in there anyways little leaf?” Thranduil asked “I just climbed in.” Legolas answered still recovering from his embarrassment as he stretched a bit to get some feeling back in his sleeping limps.

The next day:

Thranduil was up at 6:00 so he could greet lord Elrond and his sons.

When he and some guards walked out of the palace he saw that the bridge was wet “It did rain last night! And it was thundering a lot too.” The king said to a guard until he saw the lord of Rivendell with his twin son’s walking up the bridge with some guards “greetings Elrond.” Thranduil greeted Elrond who smiled “Hello Thranduil.” Elrond greeted back to his old friend who is the cousin of his Father-in-law “Where are Y/N and Legolas?” Elladan asked not seeing the two elflings “They are probably still asleep.” Thranduil said walking them in “I’ll get Legolas.” The king said as they made their way to the sleeping quarters “Legolas time to wake up.” Thranduil said knocking on the door but he didn’t get an answer “Legolas?” He asked but he still didn’t get an answer so the king slowly peeked his head in but he didn’t see his son “He must be up already.” He said walking to his sons bathing chambers “Legolas! Elladan and Elrohir are here.” He said knocking on the door but didn’t hear a reply “Legolas?” He asked slowly opening the door to see the bathing chamber empty with the clothes Legolas worn yesterday being in the laundry basket “I know exactly where he is.” Thranduil said exiting Legolas’s room with the Rivendell family towards Y/N’s room, he puts a finger to his lips telling them to be quiet as he slowly opens the door.

As they walked in and towards the even younger elflings crib Thranduil has his hands on his hips and lightly chuckles, Elrond is smiling at the sight before him and the twins couldn’t help but snicker at the sight because Legolas was asleep in the crib with Y/N in the same positions as yesterday only they were now in their Pajamas.

Upon hearing the snickering Legolas opens his eyes to see his father with Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir all with amused faces “Um, it was thundering last night and Y/N was crying.” He said as Elladan took him out of the crib while Thranduil took Y/N who had just woken up.

After getting ready for the day and breakfast Legolas went with the twins to train but Y/N had to stay with their father and Elrond in their father’s study since she’s way to young to train.

At the study Thranduil was telling Elrond on what he saw yesterday “Legolas is a great big brother.” Elrond said patting Y/N’s head while She sat on her father’s lap eating a cookie “We… Wegowas.” Said a tiny voice making the ancient elves freeze “What?” Thranduil asked lifting Y/N up “Weg Go Was. Wegowas!” The infant elf spoke making the two adult elves eyes spark “She said her first word! Even though it’s not Ada, but it’s her first word.” Thranduil said tossing his daughter up making her squeal “Ada.” She said making Thranduil tear up “Oh I bet your mother is howling with laughter in her grave.” Thranduil said rubbing noses with his daughter who was giggling up a storm as he tickled her tummy making Elrond smile and shake his head remembering his own daughter who is still in Rivendell with her mother.

[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)

Protective! Naib x Reader (Request)

Aesop Carl x Reader Birthday headcanons

Victor Grantz Headcanons

Aesop Carl headcanons

"Comforting Silence" Aesop Carl x Reader

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

Ardyn/Ravus/Gladio x Clingy! Reader headcanons (request)

"Five more minutes" Sleepy! Ardyn x Reader (Request)

"Late night drive" Ardyn

(Another one I can't think of a title for) Ardyn x Autistic! Reader (Request)

"A pleasant surprise" Ardyn x Reader (Request)

Pursuing Ardyn headcanons (Request)

Calming Ardyn down headcanons

(Still can't think of a title for this one) Ardyn x Reader who faints a lot (Request)

"In silence" Ardyn x Phonophobic! Reader

"Hidden Jealousy" Ardyn x Insecure! Reader (Request)

Ardyn x Reader Birthday headcanons+scenario

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"A new life" Ardyn x Pregnant! Reader (Request) Ardyn x Kind! Reader headcanons (Request)

"Only a nightmare" Ardyn x Reader (Request)

Overprotective! Ardyn x Reader headcanons/scenario (Request)

Ardyn x Sick! Reader headcanons (Request)

"An unexpected raincheck" Ardyn x Reader

"Falling asleep at the desk" Ardyn x Reader

Ardyn general headcanons

Ardyn relationship headcanons

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Sun&Moon relationship headcanons

Chica relationship headcanons

Some of my au headcanons for Monty

Monty Gator x Reader headcanons

NiGHTs into dreams/Balan Wonderworld: (Can't think of title) Dragon! Lance x Royalty! Reader

Lance relationship headcanons

Reala (Romance?) headcanons

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Other:

Madhouse Mike relationship headcanons

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Guzma relationship headcanons

"Movie date" Douxie x Reader

Douxie relationship headcanons

[aeonianarchives]

I am sorry for your recent Anon hate, but I was wondering if I could make a Request.

You know how long Thranduil's Cloak/Robe/Coat thing is, can you write something were the reader falls asleep on it and Thranduil doesn't know until he hears a groan of pain and he looks back to the bottom of the stairs where the end of it to see the reader.

:)

Thank you

Hello, First of all Thank you for the Request and This is the kick off to Request November a blog special I hope to run every November as a little special thing.

Of All The Things

Summery: Anon Ask

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Warning: Non

Reader Pronouns: All

Thranduil hardly registered the extra weight on his cloak, he didn't even think to check what he was, he was sure it was just a twig or a stone which fell or rolled onto it somehow, he always left his cloak laid out extravagantly in a lot of places such as his throne, his study, his desk in the massive private library he had, private training grounds.

this was one of the times he left it over the small easy to step over more of a seat wall in the royal training grounds, not many people were allowed accesses, the Galion, The Kingsguard commanders, Captain of the border guard, Legolas of course, the nobles who were close in Thranduils council and he trusted with his life and of course his shield his sworn protector even if he was defiant of his father at first when Oropher installed the idea he so let it go Legolas had Tauriel always 3 feet behind him so Thranduil never saw the need to give Legolas a Devoted one.

but his shield never used the training grounds the only time you were ever in their was for giving Thranduil reports, this time however you decided to go in and tidy up the equipment the king had used.

You never wanted to admit it out loud but the once shy anxious prince who was now a confident king had stolen your heart, as much as it pained you to carry the burden of knowing Thranduil would never know your feelings it felt better than to tell him and for him to ignore it and completely shut you down and keep you away from him and re assign you to the wandering patrol which almost never came back to the city unless their supplys run short or the border guard forgot to restock their hidden camps and supply hide outs, you would never guess how many hollow trees their are with those camps and supplys in them.

given how most of the halls where filled with stairs and winding paths Thranduil was quick to find out the rock was infact no rock, he slightly moved his cloak so he could see what was at the end of the long trail to see the all to familiar hair and clothing of you, the groan was also a slight giveaway.

"Is that comfortable for you, because i highly doubt it is" Thranduil said making you have a rude awakening.

"Aran nin I- forgive me I did not mean to" You said The king cut you off

"If you ever need a break just tell me I can survive without you for a few days where I am just in my halls nothing bad can get in here, your job must really be boring at times like these when i do not leave my halls" Thranduil said

"Their is a lot more my job entails than you may realize" you said Thranduil raised an eyebrow

"Oh, please do enlighten me in seeing if falling asleep on my clothes is one of them" Thranduil said

"Well no, Aran Oropher said I must stick near you but in times like these become your shadow, watch you without you knowing, clear away after you, fetch stuff you require, give you reports fill paper work out" You said

"You still work by my fathers rule book even after it has been an age since he passed" Thranduil questioned

"I- yes apart from one thing which was report back to him at the end of the day and tell him what you had done that day" You said

"You were the way my Ada spied on me" Thranduil said

"Well not exactly thats g- someone elses job they babysit you, i simply watch and protect" You said the king raised an eyebrow

"Fine keep your secrets, but why did you fall asleep on my cloak" Thranduil questioned

"I- er you smell really nice" you said

"Thats not an answer" Thranduil said

"If you think about it, it is" you said quickly hurrying away

"Y/n wait" Thranduil said you ignored him and kept walking Thranduil sighed he knew very much what you could be implying with that statement or you could be implying nothing to do with that, Thranduil ended up leaving it alone which you were greatful for.

Elvish Translation:

Ada - Father

Aran - King

[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.

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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 

[justmymindandstuff]

unexpected luck?

Summary: Your parents kick you out after they find out you are pregnant. Pregnant by a Shelby. But even John does not react to the news as you would have liked.

John Shelby x reader.

Words: 2784

Warnings: None, correct me if I´m wrong

English is not my mother tongue, so forgive me for mistakes.

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Your whole body is shaking, the strict glance of your mother burn under your skin. 

,,Who is it?” she asks with an angry voice, but you only shake your head. You couldn't answer. It only would make them angrier.

Your fathers fist hits the table. ,,Tell me! What's his name? Who got you pregnant? Or do you not even know? "

,,Shelby.” you whisper, tears running out of your eyes. 

,,You get yourself knock up by one of this fucking gypsies! I never trought that you are that dump.” your mother cursed. 

,,Get out. Ge out of my house! You brought shame on this family. I never want to see you again. After today, I no longer have a daughter.” your father say with a calm voice, and you know, when his voice has this tone you doesn´t argue. You just did what he said. So you grap your coat and run out of your house. The cold air hits you wet cheecks, tears still running out of your eyes. You run trought the dark streets, your lungs burn but you don´t stop until you stand vor Pollys door. It´s the only place you could go. You knock a few times at the door and it tooks a moment for Polly to open her door. She only wears her nightgrown, worry all written over her face. As she sees you she realxes for a second, than she saw your terars. ,,Y/N, what happend?” she asks and drag you inside in the warm house. You sad yourself in the kitchentabel still crying, Polly sits beside you strokes your back and remains silent. She waits for you to start speaking. . ,,My parents throw me out.” you said after a moment. 

,,Why?” 

You know she already knows, you saw it in her face yesterday, after John makes fun of you for sleeping the whole day and still being tried. Last week you ask her if she ha cherries in the house. Polly knows normally you hate cherries. You knows it since a few weeks, but hasn´t told John. Because you are arfraid of his reaction. He was only 17 Years old, you even a year younger. No one of you was able to look after a child. 

,,I told them that I am pregnant.” you whisper. Polly takes a deep breath and than she smiled warmly. 

,,What wonderfull news.” she said, you know she lied, its not. Times were hard and it doesn´t get better when you bring another mouth to feed at her table. But Polly knows that you need someone to reacts with joy. 

,,Have you told John?” she asks, don´t doubt for a second that he is the father. You two were dating for almost 1 Year now and both of you are head over heels in love. John doesn´t even mind that you can´t bee seen in public together, he understands that your parents would send you to your aunt in London in the second they will find out that you are dating a Shelby. Your parents hate the Shelbys, because of their not so legal business and because their are Gypsies. For your parents their were a plague, but you doesn´t mind. You fell in love with John in the second you meet him. You has a project at school with Ada, so she took you to her place and after a few minutes her brothers came through the door. Laughing and chase eachother through the small kitchen, of course the tea Ada hat place at the tabel spills all over you. John laughts at you and his blue eyeas sparkled in the light. In that moment you lost your heart to him. 

,,No.” you answerd. ,,I am to afraid. What if he insists that I get it taken away? I don't know if I can do that.” 

,,Should he do that, I'll take my kitchen knife and cut off his fucking cock” 

You can't help but laugh softly. Polly wipes the tears from your face. “Go to sleep now, it's late. And if you want we can tell him together tomorrow. Okay?"

,,Okay. Thank you Polly. " She gives you a warm smile and then sends you upstairs. You quietly open John's room door, his loud snoring sounds in your ears. You drop your coat on the floor and slip off your dress. Only in underwear you climb into the warm bed. When you snuggle up to his side he wakes up, immediately his arms close around you and he presses a kiss on your forehead. ,, Y / N. What are you doing here? ”He asks in a sleepy voice.

“I'll explain it to you tomorrow. I'm too tired to talk right now. "

John gently strokes your arms and pulls you closer to his warm chest. ,,Okay.“ He's too tired to worry about why you sneak into his bed in the middle of the night and it's too dark for him to see the tears on your face. He kisses you and crosses his legs with yours, he wants you to be as close as possible to him. You listen to his calm breath and his heart. The rhythmic beating of his heart and the familiar smell quickly lull you into a dreamless sleep.

 You wake up before the sun really comes up. John is peacefully sleeping next to you. And even if you are emotionally and physically exhausted, you cannot lie down. Carefully you free yourself from Johns embrace and climb out of bed. You put your dress back on and sneak down the stairs. Tommy is sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea and the newspaper. A cigarette hangs in the corner of his mouth, the smell of the smoke makes you sick for a moment.

"Good morning Tommy."

,,Good morning Y / N. What are you doing here? Didn't even know you slept here. It was suspiciously quiet for you to be there. "

"Shut up, Shelby." Those nights got you into this shitty situation in the first place, or the afternoons by the river, or the evenings in the back alley next to the Garrison. You don't even know how long you've been pregnant. 5 weeks? Maybe 6? Or longer? You take a cup of tea and fill Tommy's cup again. Then you let yourself fall on the kitchen table. Tommy's gaze attentive is to you. You haven't looked in the mirror, but you're sure that you look like a mess.

"Are you okay?"

"No." You shake your head and take a sip of tea. Before Tommy can ask any further questions, John comes down the stairs into the kitchen.

"I thought I had dreamed that you were here when you weren't lying next to me this morning." He says, he sounds happy and you'd like to start crying right away. He puts a kiss on your lips and lights up on one of Tommy's cigarettes. Polly walks into the room and gives you an encouraging smile. "Slept well?" She asks the group. Tommy and John nod but you just stare into your tea. Polly pats you on the shoulder as she walks past you. "Tommy. Please leave us alone for a moment." Tommy looks confused at his aunt, but then gets up and disappears from the kitchen with his newspaper. John looks back and forth between you and his aunt in confusion, his happy smile has disappeared from his lips.

"Can't we wait a little longer?" You ask quietly, but Polly shakes her head.

"Wait with what?" Asks John skeptically, he grabs your hand but you pull it away and clasp your cup. He looks at Polly. "Wait with what?" he repeats his question. Polly takes a deep breath, lights a cigarette, and joins you at the table. You wish to be very far away, your whole body is shaking and you feel sick. He will leave you, you and the child. His child. ,,What the fuck is going on here? Would someone please talk to me? Y / N? What's happening? Please talk to me. "He sounds a little desperate, fear is reflected in his blue eyes.

“I have decided that Y / N will be living here from now on. This decision stands and will not be discussed. "Says Polly determined and looks at you encouragingly. You knew that Polly would never put you on the street, not like your parents. But to hear that you have a home here, no matter what, it lowers your nervousness a little.

"John." You start and stare further into your tea, but John carefully grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "I'm pregnant with your child. Our child." Shock and disbelife are reflected in his face, he lets his hand drop. He doesn't say a word, then he gets up and storms out of the kitchen.

"JOHN!" Polly yells after him, but you collapse and start crying again. He didn't say anything and just ran away. He left you, just as you feared. Although you didn't actually think he would ever leave you. Maybe force you to have an abortion. But in none of your horror scenarios that have been going through your head for the past few days he has left you. Even in your worst nightmares, you can't imagine him leaving you. Still, he just did it.

Tommy comes back into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" He asks, then his gaze falls on you. You are still crying at the kitchen table, subconsciously you have placed a protective hand over your stomach. Tommy notices this and understands immediately. "Where is John?"

"Run away. Like a bloody coward. "Polly sounds angry. She hadn't expected such behavior from John. Polly sits down next to you and rubs your back soothingly.

"I'm tired," you utter between sobs.

"Of course." Polly says gently. "Get some sleep and I'll bring you some food later." You nod and drag yourself up the stairs, Finn is sitting on the top step.

"I was listening," he says quietly, sounding incredibly guilty.

"It's okay."

"What does it mean to be pregnant?" Asks the little boy.

“It means that I'm going to have a baby. And you have a nephew or a niece. " Finn nods even if you're sure he doesn't really understand. After all, he's only four years old.

"Then why are you sad?" He asks.

"Because your brother is a fucking ass."

"No cursing around Finn." Tommy calls up the stairs, which puts the slightest smile on your face.

You bend down and kiss Finn's hair. "Polly is waiting with breakfast." The little boy jumps up and runs down the stairs. ,,Are you not coming?"

"Leave Y / N alone today, she is very tired and needs to rest." Finn still looks confused but doesn't question his aunt's words. You open John's room door, the bed is unmade and his things are scattered all over the place. You sigh, push a pair of dirty pants aside with your foot and lie down in his bed. The sheets smell way too much of John and tears are streaming down your cheeks again. You curl up and cry yourself into a restless sleep.

 You are woken up by loud screams from below. You can't understand exactly what is being said, but you can hear Polly's angry voice. You carefully wrap yourself out of the sheets and creep into the hallway. Finn is already back at the top of the stairs and you let yourself sink down next to him.

"Are you listening again?"

"Yes." You concentrate on the voices, although the door has been closed you can now hear them clearly.

"... like a goddamn idiot, how could you do that? You impregnate her and then run away! What kind of man are you? "

"Shut up your fucking mouth Polly. I didn't run away. I'm here now, just had something to do first."

"Buy a train ticket?" You hear Ada's angry voice, of course the whole family has already been informed about the situation. "Or borrow money for the doctor? What are you going to do John? Do you want to force her to have the baby removed? Y/N is the best that ever happend to you and she brings you wonderful news! And what are you doing? You run away even though she needed you. "

You hear glass breaking. Probably John's patience has come to an end, and then he reacts like a wild animal in a cage, he attacks.

"Stay here." You say to Finn and run down the stairs. You have to prevent bloodshed between the siblings.

You open the door and enter the room, immediately everyone is quiet and looking at you.

A relieved smile appears on John's lips and he comes up to you to pull you into a hug.

"They didn't want to tell me where you are." He whispers, his voice sounds relieved, but you tense up and push him away from you. Tears gather in your eyes.

“I don't want an abortion. I know we're too young but I can't. I could never come to terms with the idea of ​​killing my baby. "Your hand wanders back to your stomach to place it protectively on your unborn child." I know it's unfair, but I made my decision and if you did then want an abortion, then.. then… I don't know either. " you take a deep breath. "Don't worry, you don't have to take care of us, I can do it myself."

,,What? No! Why is everyone here always talking about a fucking abortion? That child will stay right where it is  for the next nine months. And you don't have to do anything on your own. "

You look at him confused. "Then why did you run away? If you're not angry, why did you leave me? "

,,I did not leave you. Sure, I was shocked and yes we are young but a child! You have our child, why should I leave you? I love you Y / N and I will love our child. I just had to do something. "

“What was so important? What's so important that you leave me alone in the worst moment of my life. "Tears are running down your cheeks again, you can't understand why he ran away the moment you needed him. John takes a deep breath and takes yours hand.

“I'm sorry I ran away, I know it wasn't the right reaction. But I need a ring for a proposal. "He smiles at you and then goes down on one knee. With his free hand he pulls a silver ring out of his vest pocket. Polly and Ada utter a surprised cry while you just put your hand over your mouth and look down at John in shock.

"Y / N, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world and marrying me?"

You can only nod. John smiles in relief, gets up and kisses you full of passion and love. "Yes?" He whispers against your lips.

"Yes of course you fucking idiot." When he puts the ring on your finger, his hands are trembling slightly.

Arthur and Tommy start clapping and cheering. Ada pulls you into a tight hug, you smile at Polly over her shoulder and she smiles back, all the anger is gone and suddenly there is a happy mood in the air.

 A week later you and John step in front of the altar. You sent an invitation to your parents, but they didn't show up. Of course it hit you, but you don't need them. The moment you walk out of the church with John by your side, you know everything will be fine. After all, you're a Shelby now.

There's a little party at the Garrison, of course John's whole family is there, and a couple of friends, Freddie Throne flirts with Ada all the time, but her brothers are too drunk to really notice. You smile at Ada across the table and raise your glass. She rolls her eyes and turns back to Freddie.

"At least the kid isn't going to be a bastard," laughs Arthur.

"Shut up you fucking asshole." You and John shouts at the same time.

Arthur starts laughing and Tommy gives him a brotherly slap on the shoulder. "Y / N already sounds like a Shelby."

“Yes, because she is  a fucking Shelby. Isn't it Mrs. Shelby? "

Hearing your new last name for the first time makes you feel warm and you can't help but smile at your husband. "Of course, finally I'm your wife, Mr. Shelby."

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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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My little kitten: Yandere Dad Thranduil x teen neko reader part 4.

Age: 15 reader Chan is now a teenager a bit of a rebellious one.

Warning: graphics and YanDad Thranduil.

No one's POV:

You are shooting arrows alone in the woods after finally getting away from your guards unaware of multiple unblinking beady black eyes watching you from the shadows hungrily.

Your POV:

I cheered when I shot the target, it wasn’t a bullseye but at least I was making progress.

Looking up at the sky I saw it was noon “I better get home before Dad knows I snuck out of the palace and ditched my guards.” I said to myself while getting my arrows from the target when I heard hissing.

Looking around I assumed it was my guards trying to scare me to save themselves from Dad’s wrath “Nice try guys I know it’s you.” I said walking towards the shrubbery I heard the hissing from when the sounds of armored feet were heard “Princess Y/N, you can’t be running off like that, you’re father will have our heads if anything were to happen to you.” One of my guards said fearfully making me puzzled “Wait! It wasn’t you making that hissing?” I asked pointing to the area I was about to walk towards when a giant spider jumped out of the bushes “Get behind me princess Y/N.” Another guard said pulling me behind him as more spiders came out, scared I took out my bow and began shooting the spiders when I saw an arrow fly from nowhere.

Turning around I felt relieved but dread to see Dad on his elk with a bow in hand, some guards and shooting the last spider, he got off his elk and began walking towards me and the guards and scooped me up from the ground as if I was still a child “You three were supposed to be watching her.” He hissed angrily while examining me for injuries and holding me to his chest (could this get anymore humiliating?) “It’s not their fault Ada, I snuck out of the palace and ran off on my own!” I said knowing I would be in BIG trouble when we get home “We will discuss this when we get home.” Dad said walking towards the Elk and putting me on the giant bull then getting on behind me.

I can tell Dad was furious because he’s usually very calm when he’s dangerously angry “Y/N I’m not angry with you.” Dad said rubbing my ear “But I’ve set certain rules for a reason, and I expect them to be obeyed.” He said in a strict tone “So as punishment for disobeying me, you are to stay in the throne room or in my room whenever I’m in a meeting.” He said not looking at me “And I’ll be confiscating your bow.” He said taking my bow and giving it to one of the guards he brought with him then he took the reins with his arms on ether side of me so I wouldn’t fall then we began riding back home in awkward silence.

At the palace Thranduil’s POV:

Words cannot describe how furious I am with the useless guards that lost my daughter.

I gave them one thing to do and that’s watching my kitten but they have proven that they couldn’t watch her for 2 hours but it also seems like my kitten has developed her rebellious phase, something that I’ll immediately nip in the bud.

When we got back to the palace I told the guards to take Y/N to the healers while I deal with my daughter’s incompetent guards.

At the throne room still Thranduil’s POV:

I stand in front of the guards that didn’t do their job right, words couldn’t describe how furious I was as I paced back and forth in front of them “You three have been neglecting my daughter for the last time.” I said angrily “Even though that little freak isn’t really your daughter.” One of them whispered making me furious and the other two give him mortified looks “This will not happen ever again!” I said taking out my sword “As punishment I sentence you three to death.” I said angrily and raised my sword.

I glared down at the dead guards before me and called for other guards to take the bodies and another to take my blood coated sword to be cleaned then I went to my chambers to wash up and have my bloodied robes be burned.

After bathing and changing I was told that Y/N is in my chambers so I decided to head there.

When I entered I saw Y/N sitting on my bed with her ears and tail drooping, she no longer wore her training attire but instead she wore a forest green shirt with black leggings, a silver circlet on her head and she was barefooted.

Smiling at how adorable she looked I replaced it with a stern look and walked towards the bed “Y/N, you will be staying by my side from now on. I will be accompanying you to training as well, do you understand?” I asked gently rubbing her ears “Yes dad.” She said “Good.” I said kissing her head “My lord, your meeting with the Thane of the Shire is about to start.” Meludir said “Thank you Meludir.” I said getting up “I have to go my kitten.” I said walking out of my room but not without grabbing the key “I expect you to behave yourself while I’m gone Y/N.” I said “Yes Dad!” She said as I closed the door, locked it and turned to Meludir “Watch my kitten, make sure she doesn’t leave this room until I return.” I whispered while handing him the key then I walked to my meeting with the Shire’s Thane.