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smolandweirdwriter · 10 months ago

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Serafina and the Black Cloak Reread Thoughts

I forgot that the book takes place in 1899 for some reason, but regardless I'm very eager to see how that's handled (since I read it when I was much younger, I doubt I would have picked up on that). but I mean that's just fascinating given the history of the civil war (Cornelius Vanderbilt was a union man--not in it himself, but donated a giant steamship worth about 1 million USD). Also fun fact: George Vanderbilt paid his staff New York wages, which were higher than Asheville wages-- up to the equivalent of $73-ish dollars for the highest working members.

sera and her pa are adorable! little serafina not wanting to eat her veggies is my favorite thing & in a modern au he would definitely be the kinda guy to mix spinach into her brownies to try and trick her into eating vegetables

also serafina first line: "Did." do with that what you will

can serafina get rabies? she says she's been bitten by rats before...

love the sprinkling of 1890s southern dialect lmao

SHE'S THE CRC!

I forgot how good the imagery in this book is!! the descriptions of sounds and nature are incredible!!

mr Vanderbilt has over 22 THOUSAND BOOKS that's the kinda life goal I aspire to

serafina made up stories after reading she's just like me for

au where serafina is a PI & part-time novelist perchance?? (Braeden is a vet ofc)

Sera's pa: if anybody ever asks you who you are or where you're from, you don't answer, got it?

Sera: got it

Sera, the second she meets Braeden: hi I'm serafina here's my social security number

OH BRAEDEN FIRST DESCRIPTION WHAT "... or she'd see their twelve-year-old nephew riding his horse across the grounds, with his sleek black dog running alongside." (p. 12)

"Sometimes she dreamed of wearing fancy dresses and ribbons in her hair and shiny shoes on her feet" props to Robert Beatty for not making her have internalized misogyny and hating "girlie" things. the main fight scene is done in a dress if I recall and I'm so ready to read it

she mentions Braeden a lot (calls him "the young master" or "the nephew" but still, good foreshadowing)

awww poor sera wants a real family but also loves her pa *sigh* EMOTIONAL CONFLICT

sera describing the basement as "hers"!!!

the butler's 11 year old assistant gobbling cookies in the middle of the night is so real im sorry. but also sera standing in the shadow watching him & pretending they're friends chatting is gonna make me cry

oooh the rats and bugs all fleeing from cracks in the walls when the man in the black cloak arrives!!!

mr Thorne first line: "Don't worry. We're going right in here..." creepy lil shit

"her legs felt like explosions of speed" idk why but that line made me laugh. the book is so well-written but for some reason that line just feels very, idk, childish? it kinda took me out of the experience but maybe that's just me

"friends had to help friends. she didn't know much about life, but she knew that." she doesn't even know the girl but considers them friends and wants to help her. serafina seems to think Braeden is kinder than she is, but honestly I don't think that's true. I think Braeden is more willing to trust people, but serafina is more willing to sympathize with them, & I think she has preconceptions of people in power being bad (mr v, mr Thorne-- though the latter turned out to be true--rowena, etc) which turns out false

"A tall man in a black cloak and hood, his hands stained with blood" we have our first Mr Thorne description folks!!

"Just stay still, and this will all be over," he said, pulling her toward him. Serafina suddenly realized she'd made a dreadful mistake. This was far more than she could handle." oh god the places my mind instantly went to? dark, awful places. this book is disturbing and I'm inly 19 pages in-- how did I read this so gleefully as a kid?

"...as if the man wasn't of his own mind but possessed by a demented, ravenous demon" I don't quite remember but isn't it true that the cloak can speak to the wearer? so did it take over mr Thorne at some point? did hearing that voice all the time affect him and further corrupt him? did he ever get confused when he took the cloak off, maybe in the beginning, and think perhaps he didn't want to put it back on again, but in the end the urge for power and youth was too great? oooh angsty fanfic ideas.....

"Death was so near that she could see its blackness and hear the screams of the children who had gone before." this book is so dark how is it for children???? it's incredible I love it

ik she's looking for a place to hide from a guy trying to pull our her soul but her thought process when searching for a hiding spot reminds me of playing hide n seek

"She was the CRC. No trap or weapon or evil man was going to catch her." hELL YEAH

ahhhh description of serafina. collar bones that don't connect to other bones --> cats have a detached collar bone. four toes not five--> cats again. (also as a kid who was tiny and short and having been thought practically dead at birth, serafina was always inspiring to me)

"Mice are timid and prone to panic-induced mistakes at key moments. Just stay still little mouse, [she thought]." oooh nice callback to this exact thought about mice when she's hunting rats earlier

Also did I mention how much I love the chapter titles being encircled in brambles that form the shape of her face or a panther?? that's just cool. if I can actually write something good enough to be published, I'd love to have something like that

Babe wake up new slang just dropped: “gnawin’ on leather”

Her pa doesn’t like mr poe gives “my dad won’t let us watch horror movies so you have to sneak them over in a different dvd cover if we’re gonna watch a horror movie when you sleep over later tonight” omg rowena & serafina girltime au?? (Lol sorry)

Oooooh the dynamo’s busted I wonder what thaaat meeeaannnssss (hehehe)

Biltmore being one of the few homes to have electricity is a nice reminder of the time period

“she’d been trying to follow [her pa’s] rules at least some of the time” lol

“Spotting an upholstered chair she felt an overwhelming desire to run her fingernails over the plush fabric” REAL

Her being shocked at flower vases & the idea of flowers INSIDE the house is so funny

Awwww poor sera, looking for her momma and siblings everywhere…

Serafina is super smart. just putting that out there. She’s brilliant and I love her

Oop the first description of Edith Vanderbilt kinda gives chatgpt-generated ngl (obviously it wasn’t bc it predates chatgpt & shitty ai writing generators, & this book is SO MUCH BETTER than anything an AI could generate regardless)

“A refined and attractive woman, Mrs. Vanderbilt had a pale complexion and a full head of dark hair, and she seemed at ease in her role of hostess as she moved through the room.” Idk what about this makes me think “AI generated” but it just DOES

“Serafina loved to climb the tapestries at night and run her fingernails down through the soft fabric” AGAIN SHES SO REAL FOR THIS

OHOHOHO MR THORNE NAMEDROP:

“I’m sure that most of you already know Mr. Montgomery Thorne,”… Mrs. Vanderbilt said with a gentle sweep of her arm toward a gentleman. “He has graciously offered to play [the violin] for us today.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” Mr. Thorne said with a smile as he stepped forward. ... To Serafina, who’d been listening to Biltmore’s visitors her entire life, he didn’t sound like he came from the mountains of North Carolina, or from New York like the Vanderbilts. He spoke with the accent of a southern gentleman, maybe from Georgia or South Carolina.”

Serafina having an eye for fashion was NOT what I was expecting from this reread lol (she describes mr t’s outfit then says “all of which she thought went nicely with his silvery-black hair and perfectly trimmed sideburns”)

Hmmm interesting she actually sympathizes with/likes mr Thorne at first?? I did nOT recall that

Lol serafina liking to watch mr Thorne’s fingers move as he plays and wanting to pounce on them is so Cat of her

OMG BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN

Apparently he looks “sickly, a little frail even” which I do not recall, but hes also got “watchful, sensitive brown eyes” and “a rather fetching tussle of wavy brown hair”

“Are you lost?” WE GOT IT WE GOT THE LINE but more importantly we got the NEXT LINE which is “May I help you find your way?” And hes described as not timid or shy but also not overly confident which I LOVE (fun fact this line is very similar to one of the characters of my other favorite kid’s book series, Keefe Sencen’s “you must be lost” line)

Lol Braeden always sharing his food with Gideon annoys the chefs i LOVE him

OMG HE BOWS TO HER WHEN SHE GIVES HIM HIS NAME LIKE SHE’S A PROPER LADY!!!!! MEN!!!! TAKE NOTES!!!!!! THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!!!

Name drop at last, missing girl’s name is Clara Brahms. Honestly I’m a little sad Clara isnt a recurring character later on. Braeden, Serafina, and Clara could’ve been a good trio

OOOOHH “She had heard the servants in the kitchen joke that their master must have secretly found the Fountain of Youth” what a NICE SET UP for how the black cloak keeps people young & serafina’s suspicion of mr Vanderbilt

Mr Vanderbilt: *wears dress shoes to go riding*

serafina: criminal activity right there. Lock him up

Least accurate part of this book is the implication that serafina uses a hairbrush lmao

New slang: spit nails (means be really mad)

“I’m twelve years old. I’m grown up.” Mmmm not quite, but I agree with the spirit!

“Just tell me what’s wrong with me. I want to know. Why are you ashamed of me?” scuse me, I’ll just be over here… crying… in the corner

Ohhhh serafina back story… she could’ve had 3 siblings (AU where all of her siblings survive, but they’re humans too & her pa raises them all???)

The midwives wouldn’t even help a baby??? And the nuns were so mean for what? Like at least consolidate the man, he’s trying to keep a child alive, don’t just tell him “it’s going to die. You should kill it now” who DOES THAT??

It’s so funny to me that serafina didn’t realize she was the baby in the story until after it was over. i get that it’s a kids book but still!

Oooooh nature v nurture very nice very nice

Oh wow I forgot serafina was almost kidnapped when she was probably around 2-3ish (her pa says she was walking/wandering around, so I assume it’s around that time?)

“It’s plain to see that you’re not like other girls” WOW sera’s pa just went there lmao

Ok so when I was first reading this, I remember shipping Leandra and serafina’s pa SO HARD and wanting her to have a proper mother-daughter-father type family, yknow?

The implication that bright/stereotypically “good” things can ensnare your soul too is so fascinating. That good things can be bad for you too… fascinating

“Her pa had told her to leave them to it, that it wasn’t any of her business, that they weren’t her kin, but who was he to say who was kin and who wasn’t? He stole babies out of the woods!” Help why is this so funny 😭

Ooohhh she wants to find Braeden! And she keeps thinking of Clara as her friend. I’m so annoyed Clara wasn’t brought back now ugh

Awwww she’s wondering if she can think of Braeden as a friend

Awww poor serafina

Serafina: *sees dress shoes* THE DEVIL’S APPAREL!!!

Huh apparently there’s a concealed door to the right of the fireplace in the billiard room? Wonder if that’s true

Oooh and it leads to the smoking room, with a similar one leading to the gun room. VERY curious if this was made up for the sake of the story or not

Haha serafina spitting on the back of her hand and using it to wipe her face and hair is so Cat

Serafina loves closets lol

HES ARRIVED!!!!!!!! BRAEDEN!!!!!

Help why is this whole page so funny 😭

Serafina canonically climbing up a tree to get away from a dog and staying there until her pa got a ladder to get her down is so Cat I can’t

“[Shadows…] [which] reminded her of griffins, chimeras, and other twisted creatures of the night which were half one thing and half another.” OOOOH good foreshadowing!!!

I like this part

when he asks why he’s never seen her and she says “maybe you’ve seen me before and you’ve just forgotten” and he says “I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED YOU”!!!!

hearinf him say her name has tremendous power over her!!!! I’m going to be sick 😍

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smolandweirdwriter reblogged smolandweirdwriter Serafina and the Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: chapter Nine and TenMr Vanderbilt: you’ve got to be a man, BraedenSerafina, in the corner, under her breath: yOU’vE gOT tO bE A MaN, bRAeDeNMr Vanderbilt: *gives Braeden some well intentioned, albeit slightly sexist, advice* Serafina: MURDERERNice allusion to Mr thorne’s skill at everything being suspicious Chapter 10 was creepy af (I mean it does take place in a graveyard soo)Cloven Smith has a creepy gravestone, & google told me nothing about him, so I doubt he was realSerafina: *sees a grave to two women* oh these must be sisters me: WIVESAnyway now I wanna write an au about Mary and Margaret being witches or catamounts or something WE FOUND THE GLADEscarred-serafina-fan Djffjjfjvjgnng I'm gonna assume sisters since they were nine but that's freaking funny lolsmolandweirdwriter oh my god I didn’t even read the dates 😭 I’m so stupid

smolandweirdwriter Serafina and the Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: chapter Nine and TenMr Vanderbilt: you’ve got to be a man, BraedenSerafina, in the corner, under her breath: yOU’vE gOT tO bE A MaN, bRAeDeNMr Vanderbilt: *gives Braeden some well intentioned, albeit slightly sexist, advice* Serafina: MURDERERNice allusion to Mr thorne’s skill at everything being suspicious Chapter 10 was creepy af (I mean it does take place in a graveyard soo)Cloven Smith has a creepy gravestone, & google told me nothing about him, so I doubt he was realSerafina: *sees a grave to two women* oh these must be sisters me: WIVESAnyway now I wanna write an au about Mary and Margaret being witches or catamounts or something WE FOUND THE GLADE#serafina and the black cloak#serafina and the black cloak reread

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Serafina and The Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: Chapter Seven and Eight

I got bored so my thoughts will be on two chapters at once now (so this goes faster)

Braeden is canonically a horse girl

lol serafina is scared of horses

mr crankshod is a lil sus (I say like I’ve never read the book before)

still. I don’t like him

me personally I would not walk into the forest at night but 🤷

no bc lowkey I hate bugs. I’d be thinking about them walking all over me the whole time (UNFORTUNATELY, I do love camping and nature. Just not the bugs. Which yes yes I know biodiversity they’re good for the environment et cetera et cetera. I wish I loved them— I never kill them in the house or anything, I take them outside, but I just don’t like them

Sera and Gidean trusting each other!!

oooh when Braeden freezes when he gets scared, nice allusion to how the rats/scared creatures freeze

They’re allies!!!

something I find very interesting is that to serafina EVERYONE can be separated into Friend or Foe. Clara and Nolan, whom she barely knows? Friends.

Braeden is such a horse girl

ooooh he’s helping her into the carriage like a GENTLEMAN

“I’m sorry there aren’t any blankets,” Braeden said. “Not even a good cloak to sleep under.”

”I’ll pass on the cloak, thank you,” Serafina said with a smile, and Braeden laughed.

they’re so 12 year old coded lol

Braeden backstory!! & emotions

Mr Vanderbilt: you’ve got to be a man, Braeden

Serafina, in the corner, under her breath: yOU’vE gOT tO bE A MaN, bRAeDeN

Mr Vanderbilt: *gives Braeden some well intentioned, albeit slightly sexist, advice* Serafina: MURDERER

Nice allusion to Mr thorne’s skill at everything being suspicious

Chapter 10 was creepy af (I mean it does take place in a graveyard soo)

Cloven Smith has a creepy gravestone, & google told me nothing about him, so I doubt he was real

Serafina: *sees a grave to two women* oh these must be sisters

me: WIVES

me, realizing they’re nine: … Childhood lovers who could never fall in love properly because they never grew up?

me, sighing: sisters

Anyway now I wanna write an au about Mary and Margaret being witches or catamounts or something

WE FOUND THE GLADE

WE MET SERAFINAS SIBLINGS!!!!

AND LEANDRA!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!

oooh is a creature of the night good or bad? Or is right/wrong/good/bad something we need to decide for ourselves?? Fascinating implications & queries for a kids book

”why do I deserve a present?” “Because we’re friends, right?” SO CUTE!!!!!!

braeden being loud af in the tunnels lol

braeden hanging 30 feet in the air lol

serafina wanting to knock the pieces of the chess set over to watch them fall is so Cat (yes that is what I dub the term)

lmaoooo Mr Thorne calling Mr Rostanov “daddy” aged SO WELL

serafina: let’s go through peoples stuff

braeden: let’s not

Braeden as they go through every room: I like this guy! He can’t be evil! I like this guy too! And this guy!

Serafina: you like too many people

Raphael Room, Van Dyck Room, Sheraton Room, Old English Room, Morland Room

Love knowing this is actually true!!

“The pumpkin pie, like all pumpkin pie, looked like something a dog would eat” UH! I beg your pardon?? Pumpkin pie is DELICIOUS

Serafina softening to Mr Vanderbilt and seeing how much he cares for his staff and guests!!

Ooooh Mr Thorne is getting sick!!!

Haha Braeden saving serafina from getting her eardrums ruptured

ohhhhh he’s playing the piano because clara is good with the piano

Braeden somehow knowing what kind of food serafina likes and bringing it to her is friend goals

GUYS Braeden says that Mr Thorne owned an estate “before the war between the states.” That’s the civil war, in 1861. It’s been almost 38 years since then. But Mr Thorne isn’t described as an old man at all. But he couldn’t be a fully grown adult and own property 38 years ago but still appear as if he’s in his 40s. Right??

but also Mr Thorne’s death is sooooo overdue. Child murdering evil plantation-owning racist piece of shit got what he deserved

UGH all the descriptions of the night and the stars and nature make me SO MAD I live in a giant polluted city

A good couple pages:

“The time for sneaking and hiding was over. She was going to make sure one man in particular saw her. And tonight was the night. The Chief Rat Catcher had a job to do.” (Ch 19, p225) YES SERAFINA!!!!!

“She… kept lacing her dress up her back with shaky fingers, but she was having a terrible go of it. Normal girls must have extremely long and bendy arms to do this every night, she thought. Help she’s so funny 😭

“She hated walking straight. And she hated walking slow.” REAL

“She was a China doll, and she was a wraith, in and out of shadows, a girl in between.” Very nice

oooohhhhhh she’s hoping the mountain Lion will show up to kill him. I didn’t realize that the first time i read this

“Come out, my dear child, before I become angry with you.” Thanks to @secretly-a-catamount for telling me Thorne was meant to be a warning to children about child predators because now I SEE IT even more clearly than I did earlier

”At that moment, all the power and ferocity of closed motherhood came ripping out of the woods.” YESSIR

GIDEAN TO THE RESCUE!!!

”she was mightily perturbed he hadn’t stayed dead” 💀 😭

yesyesyesyes die rat bastard!!!!! Mr Thorne is dead!!!!! Let’s go!!!!!

LEANDRA!!!!!

Braeden putting together a search party for serafina and sending gidean out ahead is so perfect and wonderful

Am I the only one somewhat perplexed that all Mrs&Mr Vanderbilt did was send down some beds? Like why not give them a proper room even in the servant’s floor or something? Idk

“There are few skills more important than picking good friends.” — Mr Vanderbilt, the man who befriended Mr Thorne 😂

ahhhh I loved this book. I can’t WAIT to reread the rest!

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rinkaywie · 2 years ago

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What Have I Done?

Arthur Morgan x Gn!Reader

Warning: Angst.

An: I'm sorry.. also im so sorry if theres mistakes

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A child of the man who works for the law is dating an outlaw?! Being Milton's child was hard. You eventually escaped from him. May 19, 1886, the date you've joined tha Van Der Linde gang, full of outlaws. They didn't trust you at first, of course. They knew your father was Milton, a famous lawman.

It took over a year to gain their trust. But you did it by killing some other lawmen, and doing your best to help the gang. You eventually fell in love with one of the best guy in the gang. Arthur Morgan. He wasn't aware of your feelings. It took so goddamn long for him to open up to you and to trust you. But when he did, oh, your heart melted. The two of you started dating in 1895.

Now let's skip to 1899. The city bank robbery. As you were getting ready, someone chapped at the nape of your neck, making you unconscious.

A familiar laugh can be heard. "Sorry it took me so long." A chuckle. "They always had Arthur by their side so i couldn't get to them."

That voice... Could it be? That fucking bastard. Micah. Micah Bell. You've always hated him, never trusted him. His voice disgust you. He was always hitting on you. Luckily, you had Arthur by your side.

You felt so weak. You couldn't keep your eyes open... Why were you on the floor? Micah's talking to someone, someone familiar. Someone you haven't seen in a long time. Darkness again.

Finally opening your eyes. "Good to have you back." Oh no... "[Name]." Your father. You were still tied up and laying on the floor.

"I'll make you a deal." He said. "If you tell me where Dutch is. I'll set you free."

Dutch Van Der Linde... The founder of the gang. He was the one who started the gang, alongside with Hosea Matthews. They were the one who found you on the streets. Dutch took you because he knew you were related to Milton, he did that so he can scare Milton. But instead, you've joined the gang and they warmed up to you. Hosea was one of your favourites, he treated you like you were really a part of the family.

"I would never." You spat. "It's a trap. I know it. You'll never set me free even after i told you. And i will never do that. Besides, you have Micah on your side.

"Micah wouldn't tell me. Now, tell me where they are, and I'll set you free. I might even not hurt Dutch and his people. But if you don't, once i find them, I'll kill them in sight."

Your eyes widened. Speechless.

A kick on your stomach. You yelped in pain. "Stop." Your father said. "If you say so." Oh god. Micah. Your father simply didn't care about you. All he cared about was to capture Dutch Van Der Linde.

"Are you sure... You won't hurt anyone?" You asked.

"Not a soul."

"If you hurt them. I'll fucking tear you to pieces."

"Where's [Name]?" Your boyfriend asked. "Let's leave them for now, they might still be in camp. We dont have time to go look for them." Dutch said as he rode his horse faster. Arthur simply groaned but agreed.

"Dutch, get out here!" Your father yelled. He was holding Hosea, pointing a gun at him. You needed to act like you didn't care at all. Even though it broke your heart. Dutch and the others were still inside the Saint Denis City Bank.

Arthur and your eyes met. He was shock. Why were you with Milton? Did you rat them out? He looked so heart broken, making your heart shatter even more.

"Mr Milton... Let my friend go... Or folks... They are gonna get shot unnecessarily." Dutch yelled back.

"Your friend?" Your father asked, sarcastically. "HA! Why would i do that?"

"Come on, Milton!" Dutch yelled, annoyed. Panicked.

"It's over. No more bargains. No more deals."

"Mr. Milton... This is America. You can always cut a deal."

"I've given you enough chances." And with that. Your father let go of Hosea and... He shot him... No. NO. You were too frozen to move. The person, who cared about you, was killed by your own father. Your mouth opened, but before you could speak, a bullet ran through your arm. You looked up to see... Dutch pointing a gun at you.

You were pulled away by another lawman, preventing you from getting shot again.

"What have i done...?"

You were hiding inside a building, on the very top floor. And that's when you heard Arthur's voice. "Lenny... He's... He's dead!"

No... Not Lenny... Lenny Summers was your bestfriend. He was always there for you when you needed someone.

You peaked out of the window and saw the others running away, leaving Arthur all alone with Lenny's dead body. You took the opportunity to quickly pull Arthur inside.

"Hey!-" He yelled as he bit your hand. "Arthur! Fuck!" You yelped in pain as you unwrapped your arms around him.

"[Name]... I should've known..." His voice was so bitter. Where was his sweet voice?

Your eyes were full of fear. "A-Arthur... It's not what it looks l-like..." Your arms were in front of you, you slowly stepped back as Arthur slowly walked towards you.

"You are just like your father." The words that left his lips destroyed you. You've always hated your father. You couldn't keep the tears anymore, all of them started flowing down.

"I... I didn't m-mean to..."

"Tell me why i shouldn't kill you. Right. Fucking. Now." He rarely even swore. Your mouth hanged open but nothing came out of it.

"I guess we have an answer." He huffed. He grabbed his knife from his holster and stabbed you with it.

"A-Arthur..." You said as you fell backwards. That's when he realized what he has done. No... He already lost so many... He quickly fell on his knees next to you. Holding you close as tears were streaming down his face.

"What were you even thinking...?" He said. He didn't even know if he was saying that to him or to you.

You were already loosing so much blood. You used all of your left energy to get something out of your pocket. It was a letter. You gave it to Arthur before you take your last breath.

"Oh, Arthur. My beloved, Arthur.

Why did it come to this? As you're reading this, I'm probably dead. You didn't deserve any of this. I know I don't have the rights to apologise but I'm terribly sorry. My father told me he wouldn't hurt anyone. But it was obviously a lie. I did everything, but i had no choice. Me and Kieran are so alike. It took so long for us to gain your trust, because we came from your enemies. But in the end, we both died the same way. Killed by our own people. Oh, Arthur. I love you, truly. I'd do anything to go back in time just to be with you again. I'm truly sorry, my love."

More tears were streaming down his face. He was sniffling. "What have i done...?" He thought.

!Not My Gif!

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natequarter · 3 months ago

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[ID: a series of images of Doctor Who characters. Tumblr posts are edited onto them. The first shows the Twelfth Doctor. A post is edited in: it reads, "fuck this time loop im leaving (walks into a different, worse time loop)". The second shows the Ninth Doctor. A post edited in reads, "damn girl! I see youre very scared so am i. lets run". The third shows the Thirteenth Doctor. A post edited in reads, "Babe come to the kitchen I made your favourite meal (oil fire)". The fourth shows Donna Noble and the Fourteenth Doctor. A post edited in reads, ""body horror" not to me. Not if it's you". The fifth shows Amy Pond, the Eleventh Doctor, and Rory Williams. It reads, "Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There's also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don't really know what he does." The sixth shows River Song and the Eleventh Doctor. A post edited in reads, "once i figure out how to undoom her from the narrative the wedding is BACK ON". The seventh shows Missy. A post edited in reads, "shoutout to girls who do not understand the difference between 'the bit' and 'waging psychological warfare'". The eighth shows the Sixth Doctor, admiring his reflection. A post edited in in the style of a speech bubble reads, "Old dude came in the shop and when I said "lemme know if you have any questions" he goes "what was the name of Alexander the Great's horse," thinking he was so funny. I told him Bucephalus, and he was so disappointed. Like his whole day was hanging on beating me at trivia. He says "you're only the second person who knew that" and I said "well, probably the third if you count Alexander the Great." He left without buying anything, and did not say goodbye. I think I honestly hurt his weird little feelings! Sorry I'm a bitch, old man!" /end ID]

i should be unpacking moving boxes but alas. i am dwposting instead

#i literally wasn't going to reblog this until that last one took me the fuck out #sixth doctor #the doctor #donna noble #amy pond #rory williams #river song #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #thirteenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #doctor who

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alphalesbian · 5 years ago

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avecra · 3 years ago

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The Knight and the Queen’s Lady

summary: Being the Queen's lady to your best friend had its advantages. For instance, she always made sure you were always accompanied by Captain James Barnes, the knight who had seemed to meddle his way into your life. Over time, the wall you seemed to have built around yourself starts to crumble, as you begin realize your true feelings for the knight.

pairing: knight!bucky x reader

word count: 8.4k (im so sorry)

warnings: mentions of abuse, bucky being smooth™️, fluff, angst, sexual harassment, protective!bucky, minor violence

a/n - okay so this obviously is wildly historically inaccurate but i love royal and medieval au’s

squire - a young nobleman who is training to become a knight

read the sequel here!

The clicking of your heeled boots echoed throughout the halls of the palace, your dress swaying with every step you took. With curious eyes, you wandered around, peeking into corridors and empty ballrooms. It had only been a few short months since you moved alongside Natasha for her betrothal and engagement to King Steven. He was a delightful and kind king, making you feel welcomed, and allowed you to roam the castle as much as you wished, anywhere you wanted to go.

The captain of his royal knight guard, James Barnes was just about the same person. You had met him the day you arrived, and while at first, he deemed himself to be a self-centered knight, he had proven himself wrong when he brought flowers to your chambers one night, along with a fruit tart that he had swiped from the kitchen. Of course, you had forgiven him. You even invited him to share the fruity pastry, which he happily obliged.

After that night, the two of you became rather close, and he had even accompanied you when you traveled beyond the castle walls, into town to look around, or even when you just wished to ride into the forest to get some fresh air. You had told him that you would be fine on your own, but he insisted on joining you. It made you smile, the thought of someone going out of their way just to make you feel safe and welcomed.

“Good afternoon, my sweeting,” a voice echoed through the empty corridor, and you turned around, facing James. You smiled and moved towards his direction, gathering your skirt in your hand. James smiled as you moved down the small set of steps, your dress swaying slightly. “How are you on this fine day?”

You smiled as he took your hand in his, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “I am well, thank you, James.” At the name, James sighed loudly, eliciting a giggle from you. He kept a tight hold on your hand.

“Oh, my lords. How many times must I tell you to please call me Bucky.” he said with a smile, and you sighed lightly. “You sound just like my mother when you call me that, you know.”

You looked at him, and nodded. “Very well, Bucky.” It felt weird to call him by his nickname, one that you heard Steve call him when the two were bickering. For the past four weeks, you had only called him James since your arrival. “Are you up to anything exciting today?”

Bucky smiled, shrugging. He nodded his head, and you followed, tucking your hand in the crook of his elbow. “Nothing that exciting. I promised my squire that I would teach him how to saddle a horse. Although I would rather take the beautiful handmaiden for a ride into the village.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you playfully swatted his arm, softly laughing. Bucky smiled at you as the two of you roamed around the garden, waving to the maids and gardeners that you passed by. There was a light afternoon breeze that passed through your hair, and you sighed lightly, leaning into Bucky.

“How are you liking it here?” he asked. He led you to a bench and gestured for you to take a seat, and as you got situated, he sat down next to you.

You looked up at him with a soft smile and nodded your head. “I love it. It’s very beautiful, everyone is so kind here.” you said, your smile falling slightly. Bucky noticed.

“Kindness is something you’re not used to.” Bucky said quietly, and you nodded. You sighed, trailing your fingers down your dress. You looked up at him with a sad smile and stood up, standing in front of him.

“I wasn’t always Natasha’s lady. Before I was sent to her, I was a lady for this older king and queen. They had a different way of treating their servants, different from the way Natasha treats me.” you said, pacing back and forth in front of the knight. “If I didn’t do her hair the way she wanted it, she would cut my hand with this little knife she had. If I didn’t put out a dress to her liking, she would send me to bed without a meal. If I talked back at all, he would hit me. And if I was caught talking to any royal during the balls or anyone within the palace walls, he would threaten to kick me out of the palace. And that sounded better than working for those… those cruel tyrants.” you said, looking down at your hand, seeing the long faded scars that were everywhere on the back of your hand.

There was a time when you would hide in your room, hot tears streaming down your face as you cleaned the blood off the back of your hand, pressing a cloth to the scratches that wouldn’t stop bleeding. With an empty stomach and a distressed mindset, you wrapped your hand with the cloths of one of your dresses, silent sobs stuck in your chest as you fell into a cold, dreamless sleep.

But now you sat in your room, often accompanied with a cup of steaming hot tea and a book that King Steven had so graciously let you borrow. Snug blankets and a warm fire filled your room as you now lived a better life than you ever had. Maybe it was the generosity of the kind king, or perhaps it was just a new scene that you weren’t accustomed to.

Bucky stood up and took your soft hand in his calloused one, and slowly brought it to his lips, delicately kissed over the scars. You let out a quiet gasp, and your heart fluttered. “I’m not used to all the kindness this kingdom has to offer, but it truly is better than I have ever lived.” you whispered and Bucky looked down at you.

Bucky had become your friend shortly after your arrival to the palace, and you had quickly taken a liking to him. Your first interaction with him wasn’t at all what you were expecting, but later on he proved himself to be the exact opposite the more you got to know him. He knew what you liked, what you disliked, your favorite flowers, and your favorite pastries that he always had in the kitchens.

“Y/n, there you are!”

You tore your eyes away from Bucky and saw Natasha running down the garden walkway, her vibrant red poking out from the messy braid. “Sir James, if I may borrow my lady for just a moment.” she said with a smile, and you laughed lightly nodding your head.

“Of course, Your Highness.” Bucky said, letting go of your hand and bowing.

You glanced up at Bucky, watching as he rose to his full height. “She will return in just a few moments, I just need to discuss wedding plans with her.” Natasha linked your arm with hers.

“Please, Your Highness, take all the time you need. I will be in the stables with my squire, should you need anything from me.” Bucky said, looking at you before walking out of the gardens. You turned to Natasha, offering her a smile as she led you back into the castle.

You walked in silence until you made your way into the kitchens, as Natasha sat down at one of the many tables. “What seems to be bothering you, my lady?” you asked, rummaging through the cabinets for leaves of tea. You set a kettle over a fire, waiting for the water to boil.

“Steve and I are to be wed by the end of this month, which is just three short weeks away. And iis tradition for the King and Queen to exchange gifts to one another before they are officially wed.” Natasha explained.

You turned around from the teapot and faced her; from your stance you could see how distressed and worried she looked. “Any ideas on what to get him?”

The teapot began to whistle, and you swiftly pulled it off the fire, pouring the steaming water into the mugs that had the tea leaves in them, adding just a bit of honey before sauntering over to her. Natasha nodded, but a glint in her eyes told you that it wasn’t fully the truth.

“My gift to him is a sword, he fought in the Great Wars alongside Captain Barnes, but the details are what I am missing.” she said, and you sat down next to her. She took a sip of her tea, and you offered her a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“You fought as well, do not forget. You were on the battlefield with your father” you gently reminded her with a smile. “Perhaps I could help you with the design? I may be a little rough when it comes to sketching, but if you show it to Tony, he could forge something for you.”

Natasha smiled, laughing as she nodded her head up and down rapidly. You grabbed a spare sheet of parchment and a stray coal, and to the best of your abilities, you sketched a pattern that combined the two kingdoms' crests and patterns together.

“Perhaps if you combine the Western kingdoms and the Eastern kingdoms together, that go on the hilt of his sword, and maybe your initials would go on the pommel,” you explained as you sketched, showing Natasha. Her green eyes grew with wonder and astonishment.

She jumped up from her spot on the seat and took you with her, grabbing your hands and jumping up and down. “Oh, my dear friend, you’re amazing!” Natasha wrapped her arms around you, engulfing you in a warm hug. She glanced at the grandfather clock, and she smiled into your shoulder. “I must be on my way to have lunch with my betrothed in a few minutes.”

Natasha pulled back, and you brushed off your dress. “Would you like me to escort you?”

“No, that’s quite alright, I’ll manage. But I promise your knight that I would return you in just a few moments. Said moments have passed already.” she said, winking at you, and you laughed nervously. “He is quite infatuated with you, I’ve noticed.”

You straightened, brushing the nonexistent dirt off the skirt of your dress. “Yes, I am sure with all your wedding duties you’ve come to notice how the captain of the royal knight guard is besotted with your lady.”

Natasha smirked, running a hand over her braid as she made her way to the door of the kitchen. She smirked at you, eyeing your form up and down slowly, as if she was checking if your attire was suitable to see the knight while he taught his squire lessons. You shooed her away, and she smiled deviously before escaping down the hallway, her laughter echoing off the walls with painted portraits of King Steven’s family.

You shook your head, taking one last sip of tea before fixing the stray loose strands of hair, sighing deeply. It would be a lie to say that you didn't have a type of fondness for Bucky. He was the one that accompanied you into town when Natasha requested ingredients for a soup when she was feeling ill, he was the one to listen to you when you talked about what life was like in the Eastern kingdom, and he was also the one to kiss the scars on the back of your hand.

He made you feel things that you had only read about. Your heart would skip a beat whenever he laid a gentle hand on you, you lost all breath when he kissed the back of your hand, and when you would cling to him when the two of you rode into the forest or into the village, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as he gently patted your hands, or when he grabbed you by the waist to lift you on and off his steed.

You made your way through the castle, steering towards the stables when you heard the faint sounds of Bucky conversing with his young squire. You had only met the young boy a couple times, but every time you had an encounter with him, he was always enthusiastic to do whatever Bucky tasked him with.

“Good, now tighten the straps. You wouldn’t want the King or Queen to fall off during a ride through the village or a parade.” you heard Bucky, and you pushed open the doors of the stable, seeing him stand over a young boy with messy brown hair tightening the straps of a saddle on Bucky’s black mare, Fauvel. “Not too tight though, you’ll want her to breathe as she rides and gallops.”

You silently made your way over to the two, keeping quiet as Bucky taught and guided his apprentice. “Very good, Peter.” the young boy smiled up at him, his proud toothy grin apparent. His eyes moved from Bucky to you, and his smile grew wider.

“Lady Y/n!” Bucky turned around, smiling as you stepped closer, strands and wisps of hay sticking to the end of your dress, but you paid no attention. You smiled at Peter, ruffling his hair as you stepped closer.

“Hello, Peter. How are your lessons going?” you asked, stepping closer to Fauvel, the mare pushing her snout against your abdomen. You slowly slid your hand down her snout, scratching lightly against her snout.

Peter smiled, running around the stables, getting a brush off the wall and presenting it to you. “Sir James has taught me how to properly saddle and groom a horse.” you smiled, glancing at Bucky, who was looking at you with a soft smile.

You stepped back, watching as Peter groomed the mare, soft whinnies emitting from the dark mount. Bucky walked up to you, standing beside you as he kept a close eye on his squire. You looked up at the stoic knight, taking in the slight stubble that covered the lower half of his face and the thin scar that appeared along his jawline.

“Did everything go alright with Her Highness?” Bucky asked.

You nodded your head, fidgeting with the sleeves of your dress. “She just needed my help with something. I can tell she’s anxious, but in a good way. I can tell she really loves King Steven.” you said. “He’s rather a kind king, no? I’ve never worked in a palace that is so… casual and informal. His Majesty would rather you call him by his name, but I just can’t seem to say it.

“Yeah, it takes some getting used to. Well, not for me. I’ve known him since we were just children. Although we both have different upbringings.” Bucky said. “He was born out of royalty, and my mother was a mere servant to his mother and father. His father… he wasn’t a loving husband nor father. He passed away during the war when Steve was only six, and I promise you, Queen Sarah had never looked so radiant in her life. After the death of her husband, she offered my mother to put me as a squire to one of the older knights. She knew that Steve and I were close, and she wanted him to have a friend within the castle. When I was done training for the day, I would show him some of the stuff I was taught. It was when my mother passed away that she let me sleep in the castle, and sometimes allowed me to eat alongside her and Steve.”

His smile faltered a bit, and you grabbed onto his bicep and leaned into him, giving him some sort of comfort. “Both Queen Sarah and your mother sound lovely. You were so lucky to have them as your role models.” you said, looking up at him. Bucky offered you a smile as you hugged onto his bicep tighter.

“There! Fauvel is all nice and groomed, Captain! What else do you require of me today?” Peter’s excited voice tore Bucky’s gaze away from you and he patted your hand affectionately, taking a step forward.

“Sharpening the swords and cleaning the shields will be all for today. Make sure you stop and check in with Samuel before supper.” Bucky said, patting Peter’s shoulder before urging him out of the stables.

The young boy nodded enthusiastically, hastily putting all his used supplies in their respective places before skipping to the door. But before he ran out the door, he waved to you. “Bye, my Lady, I hope to see you around!” he yelled before running out of the stables.

You laughed, waving although the young boy had already left. You turned back to Bucky, who was leaning against his steed. You walked around to the other side of the horse, softly scratching the mare’s soft, silky fur. Bucky watched you, his blue eyes twinkling as your delicate fingers slid down the horse’s snout. Fauvel nudged into your head, leaning into your touch.

“Yes, Captain? Is there something you would like to ask me?” you asked, feeling a bit more flirtatious than before. Bucky let out a nervous chuckle, ducking his head as he came up to stand beside you.

You looked up at him, and you could see his jaw clenched. “Well, I have no more duties today, and Her Highness has excused you for the rest of the day.” He grabbed your hand, mindlessly tracing the scars. “My sweeting, would you like to go for a ride?”

Your smile was bright enough to light all the rooms in the castle, and Bucky swore to himself that he never saw anything more beautiful. You nodded, and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

Bucky interlaced your hand with his and grabbed the reins of Fauvel, leading her out of the stables and into the garden. Feeding her a few oats first, Bucky placed a few supplies in the pockets of the saddle before turning to you.

“Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded, biting your lip to suppress the smile as Bucky tenderly placed his hands on your waist, just below where your bodice ended, and lifted up effortlessly in the air and onto the saddle, before climbing on in front of you. You wrapped your arms around his stomach, leaning into his back. Bucky placed his feet in the stirrups, guiding Fauvel through the garden and out of the gate. Once past the barriers of the castle, Bucky pulled on the reins, and the horse took off into the forest.

It was rather exhilarating; the feeling of the wind against your hair and face, the smell of wild flowers and grass filled your senses. Even as Fauvel passed a nearby waterfall near the mountain's edge, you felt the light spray of the mist, and you couldn’t stop the giggle that passed by your lips. You held onto Bucky tighter, pressing your face in between his shoulder blades, and you felt him place a hand over yours, intertwining both your pinkies together as Fauvel galloped deeper into the forest.

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You smiled as you roamed the empty halls, the only light came from the moonlight from outside and the candles that were lit. You carried an empty mug, hoping to fill it with tea before retreating back to your room for the night. It was part of your nighttime routine with Bucky, except he had to check in with his young squire and his knight guard.

You were still gravitating from your ride with Bucky; goosebumps littered your arms, even through your house dress, as you remembered the feeling of his fingers entwined with yours , the way he lifted you off the saddle and held your hand as the both of you looked at the wildlife around you.

It was blatantly obvious to you now; you had clear feelings for the knight, as he did for you. He never offered to take the maids for rides, or get them pastries from the village baker, or even offer to walk them to their chambers as he bid them goodnight. He never opened up to anyone besides Steve before, until you.

Unaware of the being sitting at one of the tables, you quickly placed a tea leaf in your vacant mug, setting a pot of water to boil, mindlessly playing with the ends of your hair.

“I suppose you’re a night owl like myself?” a voice pierced through the silence, and you shrieked, holding your hands to your chest and turning around, eyes wide, heart beat frantic as your eyes laid on the king, who sat looking at you with a genuine smile. “My apologies, lady, I did not mean to frighten you.”

“Oh my lords, Your Majesty I-” you stammered, looking around for anything really. You fell into a low curtsey, but Steve shook his head, nodding at you.

“Please, Y/n, I do not mind being called by my given name.” Steve said, and you nodded, brushing a few stray hairs away from your face.

Steve patted the bench next to him, and you obeyed, walking over to him and slowly sitting down beside the equable king, who appeared to be relaxed and at ease. “If I may ask Your Maj- Steve, why are you up at such a late hour?” you asked.

Steve looked at you, and you could see beyond his blue irises that something was keeping him from sleep, and you had a feeling it was about Natasha. The king stood up, pacing before you, the loose fabric of his grey cotton shirt following him like a cape.

“My wedding to my betrothed is just a few short weeks away, and as you know, each party must present a gift before the marriage is sealed.” So apparently I’m fixing gifts for both parties. “And you would think she is an easy person to get a gift for, but I haven't got a clue on what to get her.”

You pondered for a moment, contemplating what to say; afterall, this was your king, the very person who ruled the land you lived in, who lived in the very same castle you did. One wrong word, one wrong sentence, one wrong phrase and you could be exiled from the kingdom. From Natasha. From young Peter. From Bucky. “If I may offer some advice?”

This was a risk, and like an idiot, you were taking it head on.

“Please, Y/n.”

The whistling of the tea kettle interrupted you before you even had the chance to talk. As you made movement to rise from your seated position, Steve hurried himself over to the fire, carefully setting the kettle on the counter, and it surprised you when he poured the steaming water into the mug. He turned to you, a small dish of sugar in one hand, and a few slices of fresh lemon in the other. “Just lemon, please.”

You watched with astonished eyes as the king, the man who had servants do his everyday tasks, brought you, just a mere queen’s lady, a cup of steaming tea. Ever so gently, hands that have had split knuckles and have caused destruction, tainted with blood, he placed the cup of tea in your hands, the sour scent of lemon wifting up to your nose.

“Natasha… she isn’t like other women. Glamorous jewels and the finest jewelry don’t impress her, personality does. She fought alongside her father during the war, much to her mother’s displeasure. She’s always been the one to be rebellious, defying the rules of being a proper lady.” you explained. “She has never been one of expensive gifts, but with her personality, it's a hard guess.”

Steve looked distressed. “But speaking as her friend, she has an affinity for red rubies… and daggers. And I sense that Tony has excellent forging skills.” you said, taking a sip of your tea. The muscles on Steve’s face seemed to relax as he took in your words. And as if they appeared out of nowhere, a piece of parchment and a charcoal pen materialized in his hand, and he began sketching out a design.

Mindlessly, you sipped your tea and looked down at your lap, the wrinkles in your nightgown were suddenly interesting. Your current position was rather interesting; sitting down in the kitchens, the time nearly midnight while you sipped your tea as the king sketched a design of a gift for his soon-to-be queen.

The silence was oddly comforting, it felt as if you were just catching up with an old friend. And it almost was; you had never seen the king with tousled hair and relaxed, loose clothing. You glanced over, seeing total concentration in his features; his eyebrows were furrowed in attentiveness, the blues of his eyes forced on the design he was slowly sketching.

“Bucky seems quite taken with you,” Steve murmured, and you felt your cheeks heaten up with embarrassment. You took another sip of tea, holding the mug up to your lips. “I think it’s sweet. I’ve known Bucky practically my whole life, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile this much.”

You looked at him, offering a tight lipped smile. You sighed lightly. “Is it wrong?” you asked. Steve stopped his sketching and looked at you, simply confused as his brows furrowed. “I worked for this king and queen long before I came to Natasha, but it was different. They were different.” you looked at the back of your hand, frowning. “I wasn’t allowed to converse with the other maidens, let alone the knight guard. This new scenery… it’s just different and I’m not used to having a knight fawn over me. I just needed some reassurance that it’s not wrong.”

Steve softly smiled, setting a hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, it’s completely alright with me. Not that you need my blessing, but if it makes Bucky happy, then that’s all that matters to me.” he softly urged with a smile.

“How is this?” you couldn't stop the laugh that escaped your lips as he held up the sketch; it almost reminded you of a small child proudly showing off their craft to their mother. Steve offered you a toothy grin as you gently grabbed the parchment, and a smile slowly spread across your face.

“She will love it.” you said and Steve smiled proudly. “I’m truly glad that she is betrothed to you, and you only.” you whispered, standing up. “I hope I was of some help to you, Steve.”

The king stood up, rolling up the parchment and stuffed it in his pocket. “Yes, thank you so much, Y/n. Please, let me escort you to your chambers.” You attempted to decline, but Steve only said, “Please, it’s the least I can do.”

And with that, he led you down the dimly lit halls, to your bedroom, where he bid you goodnight.

“Thank you again, Y/n.” you nodded and opened your door, but before you retreated all the way in, Steve’s soft voce stopped you again. “Don’t be afraid to let Bucky in. I know him, and I know that he would fight in a thousand wars more than hurt you.”

You smiled to yourself and nodded, bidding him a good night before climbing in the sheets and succumbing to a peaceful sleep.

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It was a crisp and breezy autumn morning the day of their set wedding, and from the moment you awoke, the whole castle was buzzing with excitement. When you woke up Natasha, you could feel the tension and anxiety that was radiating from her. She was a bag of nerves from the moment she opened her eyes, and you urged her to at least eat a bit of bread and jam so she would have something in her system.

And once she had some food in her system, she was in a more lively mood, although she stayed silent as you combed through her hair and put her in a day dress. The ceremony was still hours away, and Steve had requested your presence once you were done tending to Natasha.

After placing her neatly brushed her hair and placed it into a neat braid, you gently placed your hands on her shoulder, your thumbs lightly pressing into her tense muscles. Her green eyes flickered up to yours and you offered her a gentle smile.

“His Majesty has requested me for a short meeting with him. I won’t be gone long, will you be okay?” you asked as she turned around in her chair.

“Of course. I guess this will give me a good time to practice my vows.”

You smiled, bowing before you closed her door softly, strolling down the surprisingly empty hallway. In the few weeks after your midnight conversation with the king, you had thought about what he told you about Bucky.

It would be a lie to say that the knight wasn’t on your mind every second of every day. Especially after one day, when you had been cutting the fresh strawberries that you hand picked and the knife you were holding slipped suddenly, and you cut yourself along your palm. Bucky had been beside you when it happened, and it was almost like you had stabbed yourself.

“What are your plans with those berries, if I may ask? You have absolutely no cooking or baking mastery whatsoever. So, you can’t exactly bake those fruit tarts that I get you all the time.” Bucky said, leaning against the brick wall as he watched you slice through the red berries.

You playfully glared at him, cutting the green stem off the small fruit as you placed the pieces in a small jar. “Sometimes I just enjoy eating them, you know. They’re sweet and tangy and delicious and they are an absolute treat. Besides, if I so craved the tarts, then I would have the dashingly handsome captain of the royal knight guard escort me into town.”

Bucky cheekily smiled, nudging his boot into your skirt, and you found yourself smiling as well. You both fell in comfortable silence, the only sounds were the knife hitting the wood of the counter as it slid through the berry.

“I… uh, I just wanted to let you know that you’ve made me feel very welcome here, and doing all the activities that we usually do… it's made me realize that I have-” you abruptly stopped, hissing lightly as you dropped the knife and held a hand to your palm.

You heard a sharp intake of breath that was not your own, and glanced over at the knight. Bucky’s eyes widened and he immediately reached for a spare cloth and peeled your hand away from your bleeding palm, gently pressing it to the cut. Your hand fit perfectly in his palm as he delicately squeezed the cloth into your hand, hoping to catch all the crimson that spread across the fabric.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Bucky whispered, and you nodded, smiling.

“Yes, I - the knife just slipped. I’m fine.” you said, watching as Bucky reached into the drawers and pulled out a long, thin cloth, wrapping it around your hand. Your cheeks warmed up at the sight of him taking care of you, even though it was one of the smallest gestures.

You were shocked that this knight, the same man who participated in tournaments and jousting games and sword fights, was gentle enough to wrap your delicate hand, though it was slightly trembling. But you figured it was just the nerves, after all, there had only been a few moments that the two of you were just a breath apart.

“Thank you,” you whispered, looking up at him. Bucky glanced up from your hand and gazed into your eyes, occasionally looking down at your lips. He nodded, and even as you brought your bandaged hand closer to your chest, he still kept a near eye on you. “I think this is enough, don’t you think? I really don’t trust myself with any other sharp objects, and Natasha will be expecting me to join her for lunch soon.” you nervously laughed, and Bucky nodded.

He spread a cloth over the top of the jar and latched with it a rope, running it over to the cooler part of the kitchen. “Let me escort you.” Bucky offered, holding out his arm. Smiling, you placed your hand around his elbow and allowed him to escort you out of the kitchens, and through the castle.

You knocked on the wooden door of Steve’s private study, rocking back and forth on the heels of your feet. The door opened and you stepped in, seeing Steve and Bucky along with his Knights, Samuel, Scott and Clint, along with young Peter.

“Y/n, just in time. I was hoping to steal you away from my bride for just a moment.” Steve said, and Bucky reached a hand out, which you graciously took, and he led you to the end of the table where all the men stood.

You couldn’t help but feel just a twinge anxious, seeing a king with all his knights just didn’t sit right. “Is everything alright?” you asked. Bucky noticed your trembling hands, and discreetly he reached for your hands under the table, squeezing lightly as he entwined your fingers.

Steve sighed, bringing a hand to his hair and tousling it for a moment. You could see he was thinking, unsure of what to say. “I wanted to talk to you, and my knights about the guest list. Quite a few people will be at the ceremony, but more people will be at the celebration.”

“Oh?”

“Have you ever heard of the Hydra kingdom?” You felt Bucky tense next to you, and you silently nodded. “Lord Brock Rumlow and the knights of Hydra will be attending. Although, I sent him a letter stating that only his right hand man will be accepted into the palace. We have quite enough guards here.”

You had heard those names before, sometimes Bucky mentioned them, but he never went into detail on who they were. But something in your gut told you that they weren’t exactly friendly names. Especially Brock Rumlow.

“Um, am I expected to keep an eye out for him?” you asked. Bucky squeezed your hand tighter and you glanced at him, noticing the subtle way she shook his head. You weren’t sure if it was something you said, or if it was the topic about the heir to the Hydra kingdom, but Bucky was tense. You had only seen him like this a few times.

“Absolutely not, Y/n.” Both Steve and Sam interjected. “Rumlow is not someone you should interact with tonight. He is notorious for harassing women, sometimes even the queens. He also tends to cause unnecessary fights.” Bucky looked at you, his blue eyes that were once filled with joy, now filled with desperation.

“Okay,” is all you said. You didn’t know what else to say, you didn’t want to impose on something that Bucky wasn’t comfortable with talking about.

Steve came around the table and stood in front of you. “I apologize for the sudden request, but I have seen Rumlow, and I know what he is capable of.” You shook your head.

“No, it’s okay. I’m glad you told me.” you said, offering a smile. You were being sincere, afterall. It was a kind gesture that Steve was looking out for you. The king nodded, and Bucky led you out of his study, his hand still interlaced with yours.

It was a silent stroll as he walked you back to Natasha’s chambers, but before the both of you turned the corner, he pulled you to the wall. “Bucky?”

“Please promise me that you won’t go near him tonight.” Urgency was evident in his voice, and he gripped onto your biceps, holding you to his chest. “Please stay by my side tonight, or By Sam’s or anyones.”

You wordlessly nodded, bobbing your head up and down. Bucky seemed to relax a bit, sighing lightly, but hold on you didn’t falter, nor did his stare. “I promise.” you whispered, and Bucky leaned forward, placing a soft kiss upon your forehead.

You looked up at him as he broke away from your skin, and your eyes flickered down to his lips. Bucky held you tighter to his chest, his fingers softly pressing into your arms, and you felt yourself leaning in, your nose lightly brushing against his. You were a breath away from each other, but the sudden voice of Natasha tore you away from Bucky.

“Y/n! Your dress is pressed and ready, we must start getting ready!” you looked down the hall, and you sheepishly looked up at Bucky.

“I’m sorry, I should probably get her ready.” you said. Bucky smiled and nodded, but before you were finally able to slip out of his grasp completely, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Save a dance for me, sweeting.”

Bucky smiled at you, before escaping down the hall. You shook your head and raced down the opposite way to Natasha, and while you dressed her and did her hair, your mind was on Bucky, smiling as you envisioned dancing in his arms.

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“Presenting His Majesty King Steven, and Her Majesty Queen Natalia of the Western Kingdom!” Bucky announced, stepping back to let the newly wed King and Queen saunter into the ballroom hand in hand. Applause erupted in the ballroom as the royal couple ascended to their respective thrones, nodding at their people, and their guests.

You smiled from the sides, softly clapping your hands as you smiled at your friend, who had nothing but a smile on her face. She caught your eye and sent you a genuine smile, one that made her eyes crinkle. Natasha mouthed a ‘thank you’, and you nodded your head, blowing her a kiss.

And as the celebration commenced, you found yourself hugging the wall, unsure of where to go. You looked down at your dress, smiling as you felt a bit of confidence in you. You wanted to look nice, and the day dresses that you wore just didn’t make it. So, with Natasha’s advice, you went into a shop in the village and picked a dress out. A navy blue dress fit your body like a glove, the sleeves going down to your wrists, and a sweetheart neckline that you paired with a plain silver necklace.

“You look beautiful, my darling. Absolutely radiant.” you turned to the sudden voice and smiled shyly, seeing Bucky step forward. He was dressed in his royal formal attire, a navy blue jacket with his rankings and his word on his hip.

“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself.” you said, reaching forward to toy with his medals. He smiled, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. He held onto your hand as he looked at you, glancing back to where couples were already dancing.

“Dance with me, sweeting.” Bucky whispered. You nodded and allowed him to lead you onto the dance floor. Once the two of you were situated in the middle of everyone, Bucky placed his hand on your waist and pulled you to him, grabbing your hand as your other hand rested on his shoulder. As the two of you moved with the music, you felt yourself fall deeper for the knight that held you, falling into the blues of his eyes.

You swayed to the music, and you felt yourself lean into his chest, leaning up to kiss over the scar that covered his jawline. He gazed down at you, looking at you like you were everything to him. Because you were. He would fight wars for you, he would joust in tournaments for you.

Because he was in love with you. And you were in love with him.

“Bucky, I’m-”

“Captain Barnes, I’m sorry to interrupt, but King Steven is requesting your presence.” Scott interrupted, offering you a smile. Bucky sighed and dismissed him, turning back to you.

“I’m sorry, darling. I’ll-”

“I will meet you on the balcony, okay?” you said. Bucky nodded and kissed your cheek. He seemed hesitant to let you go, but with a playful shove, you urged him to go to the king. You watched him weave through the people before you yourself politely excused yourself and made your way onto the balcony.

The air was cool, and you felt some relief as you leaned against the stone railing. The faint sounds of the celebration were heard, and you felt yourself sway to the music, closing your eyes and softly sighing.

You heard loud footsteps ascend towards your location and you turned around, seeing an unfamiliar man, although the insignia on his coat proved your suspicions. A red skull with six tentacles sat on his chest, and the man had slicked dark hair with a malice look in his eye. You noticed the jagged scar that covered half of his face.

Brock Rumlow.

“And just who might you be?” he asked as he walked closer to you. You had a feeling of dread flood you as you tried to back away from him, but your back hit the stone railing. Any further, and you would topple to the ground below. You ignored his question and continued to stare at him. “What kingdom are you from?”

“Why is that any of your concern?” you asked, your gaze hardening as he moved closer.

“Ah, so she speaks.” He was only a couple of feet away from you now. “What’s your name?”

“Again, why is that your concern?”

Rumlow blew out a breath, and you could see that you were agitating him. You didn’t know what he had done, or who he was, but you knew Bucky or Steve didn’t trust him. The men who were quite possibly the nicest in the entire kingdom. So you didn’t either.

“I’m a Lord, you know. Which means you have to respect me, and only me.”

“I have no allegiance to the Hydra kingdom, therefore I have no desire to respect you of all people, Lord Rumlow. Now if you’ll excuse me.” you glared at him and attempted to sidestep him, but anger flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed a hold on your upper arm, his fingers roughly pressing into your arms. “L-Let go of me.”

Rumlow threw you back against the stone railing, and a quiet cry left your mouth. He pressed his body up against yours, and without thinking, you hastily pushed him off. He staggered back a few feet and you shakily drew in a breath, eyes wide with fear.

His brown eyes bore into yours, and for a moment he did nothing but stare at you. He stared, his eyes trailing down your body, settling on your chest, and with a stride, he grabbed the top of your dress and slapped his hand across your cheek; if it weren’t for the vice grip on your dress, you would have toppled to the ground.

Rumlow’s hand that smacked across your cheek now gripped the fabric of your dress, just underneath your bust. You fought against his hold, but he pressed you harder into the railing. You whimpered and grunted, trying to fight him off, and after several agonizingly slow minutes passed by, Rumlow was ripped off your body, and you sunk against the railing.

Bucky stood defensively in front of you, his shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath that came out of his mouth. You had never seen him so angry before, you had only seen the softer side of him.

Bucky unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Rumlow, his blue irises a shade darker, and full of fury. “What gives you the right to touch her? To come into her home, assault her, push her against the railing?”

The knights guard came filing out onto the balcony, followed by Steve, his face contorted with confusion. Until he laid eyes on your trembling form, and the red mark on your cheek. There was a small cut on your cheekbone, which Steve assumed was from the ring on Rumlow’s finger.

“Throw this cretin in a cell. I will deal with him tomorrow afternoon. Assault and harassment will jot be tolerated in my kingdom. And I presume my wife will not be happy when she learns that you’ve assaulted her lady, Rumlow.” Steve said, pulling him up by the collar. Rumlow attempted to roll his eyes, but Bucky kicked his knees in, sending him to the ground.

“Speak wisely, you imbecile. Her Majesty is not as forgiving as the King.” Bucky seethed, and Rumlow was taken away, ushered off down the hall, the opposite way of the celebration.

You held a shaky hand to your cheek, tears threatening to spill over your waterline as you looked over at Bucky, who sheathed his sword. When his eyes met your, they softened instantaneously as he made his way over to you.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Steve hesitantly asked, and you nodded, although deep down you knew you weren’t alright. You wiped a hand under your eyes, catching the tears that fell from your eyes.

“Y-yes, yes I’m alright.” you said, although your voice wavered slightly. “I-I should get back-”

Bucky stopped you before you could take a step, gently taking your hand in his as he held you up against him. “No, no, no. Please, go to your room, I’ll have one of the maids bring you some tea. Bucky will escort you.” Steve said, and you merely nodded.

You didn’t have the energy to fight him on it. You just wanted to curl up with blankets. And as Bucky led you down the hall to your room, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. He had asked you to do one thing, and you couldn’t even do that. You should have just waited in the ballroom.

“You let me know if you need anything, okay?” Bucky whispered and you nodded, leaning into him. He pressed a kiss to your temple, and you offered him a small smile before softly closing your door.

You did anything but sleep. You did change out of your dress into a cotton nightgown, and while you laid on your bed, sleep did not come to you. A maid came in and cleaned the cut on your cheek and offered you tea, but it grew cold as it sat on your nightstand, untouched.

The sounds of the celebrations died down as night fell, and you had a brief conversation with Natasha before she retreated to her new chambers alongside her husband, leaving you alone. Even when it was midnight, and all of the castle was asleep, you were wide awake. Wrapping a cloak around your shoulders, you slipped on slippers before making your way to the gardens, the cool night breeze passing by.

You sat on the grass, looking up at the sky, feeling your eyes fill with tears. You heard footsteps come towards you, and a hand reach for yours. Bucky, donned in a dark shirt with pants, pulled you up and led you to the stables, near Fauvel. You didn’t refuse at all.

Bucky gently placed his hands on your waist and lifted you up onto the saddle first before climbing in front of you. He noticed how you immediately wrapped your arms tightly around his wait, pressing your face into his back. He urged Fauvel out of the palace, and into the forest, towards a spot you were unfamiliar with. You held onto Bucky like your life depended on it, like he was going to disappear at any given moment.

Fauvel came to a stop and Bucky dismounted her, holding a hand out for you. You took it wordlessly and hopped off, shakily landing on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, and Bukcy looked down at you. “Y-you asked me to do one thing and I didn’t. But I didn’t mean for it to escalate, and-and I tried pushing him off, but he wouldn’t move and then he hit me…” Tears cascaded down your cheeks, and Bucky’s heart nearly split in two.

“Shh, stop, sweeting, stop.” Bucky whispered as he hugged you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. You clutched the back of his shirt and sobbed into his chest. “It’s not your fault, none of it is your fault.” he whispered and pulled you away, wiping his thumbs across your cheeks.

You nodded and sniffled, leaning into his touch. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, and when he pulled away, he found you staring at him with red rimmed eyes. He kissed both of your cheeks, over the small cut under your eye before his nose bumped into yours.

You leaned up and brushed your lips against his, feeling him smile before he pulled you coer, sealing your lips against his. Months of pining, of rides into the village and forest, of being there to listen finally caught up with you as both of your lips molded against each other. You sighed, both of your hands coming to rest on his chest as he cupped your cheeks.

Bucky was the first to break away as he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes boring into yours. “I’ve been in love with you since you first arrived here, and doing all these things with you has made me the happiest I’ve ever been. Y/n, my sweeting, I love you so much.” he whispered, and this time, happy tears fell down your cheeks too.

“Bucky,” you started, smiling softly at him. “I don’t think I trust anyone as much as I trust you. I hope you know that I love you, too. Lords, I love you. You’ve shown me kindness, and proved to me that the world can be kind, and not as cruel.” you whispered. “I love you.”

Bucky let out a watery laugh and pressed his lips to yours again. He held you in his arms as he sat in the soft grass, holding you close to his chest as you kissed him with everything you had. Even as you laid on the grass with him holding you to his chest, you knew that there wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for you.

Because you were his Lady. And he was your Knight.

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Hey there! Just saw your opening requests, and thought I'd ask for a Paul Atreides one where reader is highborn, and Paul's jealous of the attention she's attracting in court. Take your time, feel free to change it up a bit, and good luck with your finals!

oh my god hello my love, thank you so much for this!! i love love writing for paul. so sorry this took so long but i put in so much love with this. i hope u enjoy it!! please keep sending me requests y'all i love it - im on a paul binge rn hehe

i'm all about fluffy paul rn but i am thinking of digging into darker! emperor paul like hmmmm 👀 throne sex? breeding kink when it comes to heirs? no who said that ? jk jk kdj

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You tighten your grip around Paul’s forearm, growing more conscious and embarrassed at your debutante ball. Palms sweaty, heart rate increasing - it takes everything in you not to run away.

In a strategically, body fitting yet still tasteful and respectable gown in the latest fashion chosen by your ambitious mother, you feel like throwing up. The colour suited you perfectly, bringing out your eyes and emphasized your beauty.

Growing up, you never put much importance in your appearance, enjoying the wildness of the outdoors, riding horses and walking barefoot. No one had expected you to blossom into the stunning beauty that you became, slender yet curvaceous, a womanly frame that attracted the attention of every Duke and Prince that came your way.

“Can you hold on to me any tighter, Y/N?” Paul murmurs, looking around not to gain suspicions but speaking only for you to hear.

If it were any other occasion, you would’ve smacked him for being your escort at your debutante ball, your official introduction into the galactic high society you were groomed to be in. You felt ridiculous, like a show pony up for sale, makeup thicker and cakier on your fine features and your hair put up in more pomp and decadence than you would be found dead in.

“This ball will determine the rest of my life, you idiot - You’ll never understand.” You spit out almost disdainfully, regretting the hurt you let out even in your furtive whispers, yet its too late. He frowns at you and brushes his gloved palm against the side of your waist.

“You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. You’ve rehearsed for this all your life, that you can do this even in your sleep.”Paul assures you sincerely, and a part of you calms down.

“Lady YN of House Lavendaire, Planet Xanadu. Escorted by Lord Paul Atreides of the Planet Caladan ” The host reads your name off the printed card, and you gracefully follow Paul’s lead as he walks you down the grand staircase.

With a pleasant smile and perfect curtsy, your countless hours of rehearsals and etiquette school paid off, and every eligible bachelor and their parents, powerful and influential lords and ladies are enchanted by you.

As tradition, the first dance of the ball was a quadrille with your designated escort. You never asked him to be your partner for the night, only that it was heavily suggested and schemed by your mother and Lady Jessica. A lady never asks, your mother said. She only waits for a proposal if you she wants to be a promising catch.

Paul nonchalantly asked you while you were walking to dinner, and you accepted, without a second thought. Later that day, you were delivered mail from dozens of other eligible lords and dukes coming to the ball, all too late as you had already promised to go alongside Paul.

Taking a deep breath, you feel a calloused hand around your waist, another holding your free hand as the music started to play. You remember years ago when you would keep yelling at each other when you would step on each other’s foot practicing during etiquette classes, whether accidentally or purposefully to piss the other off.

You know Paul like the back of your hand, having grown up from the cradle beside one another. Yet as you sway to the sweeping orchestra, you carefully drown in his hazel eyes, pensive and full of secrets, the freckles on his face, his usually unruly curls carefully groomed - you almost miss a choreographed turn if only the muscle memory in you had been ingrained - too consumed by the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach, your heart beating a little too fast that you can hear it in your ear drums.

Paul swiftly wavers with his eyes glancing at your glossed lips, before frantically looking away when he notices you looking back. You separate as the crowd splits in rows, with the female debutantes twirling around before returning to meet with their partners once they have switched directions.

You interlock your palms around his neck for the final steps of the first dance, as he gently lifts you in the air before the string quartet plays their final note and you both curtsy as the dance finishes. He stares at you with a blank, yet knowing look. No words are exchanged but you know something had changed between the two of you. And there’s no going back.

…

As refreshments and cocktails were served, you were immediately flocked by a crowd of lords and dukes desperate for a moment of your time. You were not used to this attention, being admired for your beauty, your exquisite figure and your family’s excellent standing in the Empire.

Through years of careful alliances and political decisions, your family was an old noble family that had been in power for generations, with an astonishing record of making barely any enemies and fighting close to no wars in the process.

One lord in particular, from a nouveau-riche trading, mercantile family approached you quietly while all the louder, more established noble lords frantically hoped to catch your eye. He was tall, blonde with piercing cerulean eyes and dressed in a fine grey suit.

He shared with you an interest in traveling and horse riding, sharing his recent travels and excursions, some souvenirs, what he would recommend and what trips he would rather never name again. You wanted to part from him sooner than later, knowing never to spend too much time with one gentleman at risk of alienating other marriage prospects but you were enchanted by his soothing voice and gentle, yet commanding demeanour.

As a servant passed by with a tray full of cocktails, he was about to hand one off to you, but Paul came rushing in, smacking his hand away and getting in between the two of you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Paul roars, becoming the source of entertainment at the ball as the audience gasps and chatters at the sight.

“I was just going to get her a drink, Atreides. What is wrong with you - picking fights for no damn reason?” The blond retorts, annoyance on his face as he wipes off the spilled cocktails on his pressed suit.

“Paul, will you stop making a big deal over everything? I can’t even have my fun without you coming in to ruin it!” You scream at him, pulling him aside by his sleeve to a secluded hallway.

Paul breathes heavily, the veins on his forehead protruding from his anger and concern.

“He tried to put something in your drink, YN! He could have poisoned you if you weren’t careful - he was going to take advantage of you” He reasoned, full of concern, hands hovering around before he tried to put them around your shoulders, but you brush it off.

“I don’t need your protection all the time, Paul! I’m a grown woman, can’t you see that?! I’m finally having something for myself, finally the centre of society, the Diamond of the Ball, but you can’t stand at the sight of me having something that you can’t!” Screaming at him until your throat feels raw, it felt so good letting that out.

“I’m in love with you, goddamit YN! I’ve had feelings for you since we were younger, and you never seemed to notice that!” He shouts back, as the both of you stare in silence.

“You did?” You ask, hesitantly. Your voice lowers to a whisper, the anger and frustration second thought now.

“Yes. Always. I have never imagined anyone to be by my side but you. I understand if you do not feel the same, but one word from you and I will never speak of this again-”

You lunge at him almost, placing a palm on his cheek as your lips meet his. He pauses in shock, not entirely sure he was seeing things right, but he kisses you back with the same fervor and passion. You would never do this in public, but for that moment, it was only the two of you.

“I feel the same, Paul. I only entertained advances from others because I didn’t think you would even consider me a possible bride. That I would marry some man who would love me at least a fraction of how I felt for you. I only did it to make you jealous.”

“And it worked, YN. You know me too well, don’t you? The thought of seeing you marry someone else would drive me crazy.” He smirks teasingly at first, but lets out a genuine grin and you can’t help but smile back.

“You owe me a proper marriage proposal, Atreides.”

“Oh, you bet. A lady like you only deserves the best.” He promises haughtily, before leaning in for another all-consuming kiss.

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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I am not the same person I was one fic ago

When I fucking tell you my brain chemistry changed. When I FUCKING TELL YOU I WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE ANYMORE 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪 NAHHHHHH IM DEAD I CANT I CANT I FUXKING CANT IN SORRY IM GOING TO REQUOTE YOUR ENTIRE FIC BACK TO YOU BECAUSE I AM UNABLE TO CAN

The journey from Winterfell to King's Landing took considerably longer than necessary, given the Queen's insistence that she travel in that godsforsaken carriage of hers.

AS SHE SHOULD WHAT ABOUT IT

As such, five weeks after your marriage to Tywin Lannister, you were spending one final night in a lavish red and gold tent alongside your lord husband.

AS SHE SHOULLDDDD UGHHHHH LETS GO CITY GIRL

For the entirety of the journey, the two of you spent the entire day apart – your horse trotting behind your father and King Robert, and Tywin a short distance behind, alongside Ser Jamie.

Hey daddy 😏😏🫦🫦🫦 keeping an eye out for selener huh 👀👀👀🫦🫦🫦🫦🤣🤣

The two of you quite quickly developed a very… peculiar dynamic. You had quickly learned and adapted to the way the fearsome Tywin Lannister operates – preferring you speak concisely and directly, vehemently uninterested in anything otherwise. Additionally, there was a degree of mutual respect, as well as a vaguely guarded openness to one another – but certainly no love, or any semblance of romantic feelings at all. In truth, you assumed there never would be.

I want him give him to me now 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

On your end, it was your first and only experience with sex, and it was undeniably good, so you were eager for it.

On his end… you couldn't be sure. It could be that the man was pent up from years as a bachelor, but it would be safe to assume he had simply sent for a whore when the mood struck him. A more likely reason would be his pursuit of an heir, but surely he wouldn't have needed to fill your cunt nightly to achieve that goal.

Either way smashing darling or should I say SMASH ME 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

No, you were almost certain that he was simply enjoying fucking you – just as much as you were enjoying fucking him.

BARKING DIRECTLY AT IT

When Tywin entered the tent, you were sitting on the edge of the cot, toying with the goblet in your hands, already undressed to your shift. He met your eyes as he entered, but said nothing, that unreadable (but somehow always leaning toward annoyed) expression on his face. He silently began taking off his boots, then removed his sword and placed it beside the cot. He was in the middle of pouring wine into his goblet when you found the courage to ask your question.

YOU DONT FUCKING UNDERSTAND I AM BARKING. IM LITERALLY BARKING AT MY FUCKING SCREEN IM SO FUCKING WET FUCK

"Will you stop bedding me when I become pregnant?"

The way my stomach dropped when I read this AHHH GIRLLL HELP MY ANXIOUSNESS

Tywin said nothing, setting the pitcher down and turning to face you as he took a sip of his wine. He wore that calm, calculating expression as he stared at you – but you could swear there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. The golden goblet made a faint clank as he set it down before speaking.

HES SO FUCKING RAHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

"Do you ask because you wish for me to stop? Or because you wish for me to continue?"

NO CUZ I HEARD HIM SAY THIS I HEARD IT CLEAR AS FUCKING DAY FUCK WHAT THE FUXK FUCJ

"I wish for you to continue."

"Then I shall continue," Tywin stated, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Im fine

Tywin nodded, then stated, "I do not doubt that you are right, but we will have a Maester provide his confirmation and look you over when we arrive in King's Landing. In the meantime, is there anything you need?"

NO CUZ I STARTED FEELING OUT TO BREATH I GOT OUT OF BREATH I REALLY DID PLEASE BELIEVE ME I FUCKING HAD TO CALM MYSLEF FUCK

Tywin's hand reached up to cradle your face, somewhat harshly, hooking his thumb under your jaw to tilt your head up and kiss you. It was lustful and full of desire, accompanied by the scratch of his beard upon the delicate skin of your face.

When he pulled away, Tywin smiled quite faintly, then hummed lowly and said, "Well, what sort of man would I be to deny his pregnant lady wife her wish?"

I'm so normal

The old lion made quick work of removing his armor and smallclothes, and relieving you of the thin linen shift you wore, before guiding you to the luxurious cot.

My old lion mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

Tywin continued to kiss you, eventually trailing kisses down your neck, until he reached your chest, unexpectedly taking one of your breasts into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

BARKING SO FUCKING MUCH BARKING BARKING RAAAHHHH

The sensation nearly made you shout, opting to take in a sharp breath instead as your back arched off the blankets. Eyes squeezed shut, you heard a low chuckle, and looked down to see a set of very amused, crystalline eyes staring up at you.

💔💔💔💔💔 Y R U LAUGHING 😧😭😭😭😭😭 STOPPPP ITTTT

"Hm, I see you were not exaggerating about the sensitivity."

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 WHY WONT YOU BELIEVE ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHY NOT DADDY PLEASE

Electing to ignore him, you let your head fall back onto the pillow. However, it seemed he did not intend to grant you any reprieve, moving to the other breast and doing the same thing – prompting you to dig your nails into his shoulders and bite your lip to avoid crying out. Unfortunately, that made matters worse, as Tywin let out a low groan with his lips still wrapped around your nipple, earning a loud, pitiful whine from you.

🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨 NORMALLL HAHAHAHAHH SO NORMAL

Astoundingly fast, your release washed over you, soaking his hand as you moaned and writhed beneath the Warden of the West – who only chuckled darkly at your quick climax.

No cuz i

Noticing that the continued kisses and licks upon your breasts began to make you twitch, Tywin captured your lips in a brief, rough kiss, before rolling onto his back. He then pulled you into his lap, with a strength one wouldn’t assume the older man to still possess – which was, admittedly, arousing. Your mind was still foggy from the orgasm, and your movements were not unlike a rag doll, eyes half-lidded and jaw slack, moving somewhat limply as you allowed him to maneuver you. He gripped his hard, leaking cock in one hand, then reached behind you to urge you forward with a flat palm on the small of your back.

LITERATURE HURTLE ME INTO THE FUXKING SUN I DONT FUCKING CARE FUCK

Tywin’s grip moved to your hips, prompting you to begin rocking them against his own, keeping your pace steady. However, he made no move to halt you when you eventually began to move faster, leaning back to rest your hands on his thighs as you fucked yourself on his long, thick cock. The sound of it alone would have made a Septa drop dead – a symphony composed of wet skin upon skin and gruff grunts intermingling with breathy moans.

As a music major, I'm fucking pissed I will not be having this symphony for myself what the fuxk

He reached up to grasp and knead your breasts in his rough, calloused hands – but he then surprised you, his hands drifting lower, until they rested flat against your lower stomach. You thought perhaps he was focusing on the movement of your hips, but then his thumbs began to stroke across the soft skin of your belly.

AHHH THIS THIS FUCKING SCENE GOT ME FUCKING ILL IM FUCKING ILL DO YOU FUCKIG HEAR ME

At first, it seemed very sweet and sentimental. You thought that perhaps he was basking in the joy of another child being on the way – until you felt the way his cock throbbed, deep inside of you, as he stared intently at your belly. Immediately, you came to the realization that it must be arousing for a man to have successfully fucked a babe into his wife – stroking their ego and their pride to have done their husbandly duty, as well as show everyone that you belong to them.

GUNSHOTS EXPLOSIONS DESTRUCTION MISERY

Tywin groaned as you clenched around him, and when his eyes flicked up to meet yours, it felt as though he knew you had been thinking the very same thing he was.

NO CUZ HES SO FUCKING I WANT HIM TO RUIN MY FUCKING LIFE

That seemed to ignite something within your husband, and in the blink of an eye, Tywin flipped you onto your back and began driving into your soaked cunt with a newfound ferocity. You bit down on your knuckle to keep quiet, but Tywin pinned both of your wrists down, his arms on either side of your head. The act did not last much longer beyond that point, both parties having already been too near the precipice of climax, and the pair of you met your releases in unison.

LIVE LAUGH LOVE TYWIN LANNISTER

IM SO FUCKING NORMAL IM SO FUCKING INSANE

Tywin rolled off of you, breathing heavily, a light layer of sweat covering his chest, along with the small patches of silver hair. You allowed yourself a few moments of recovery, before moving to leave the cot in order to extinguish the candles, as well as tidy yourself up. However, Tywin grabbed your arm to stop you.

IM FUCKING SCREAMINF FUXKKJFN WHATTHEJFUCK

“Can wait,” Tywin interrupted, voice sounding unbothered as always, albeit with a hint of fatigue. He exhaled slowly, as he gently pulled you back down to lay upon the cot beside him. “One of the guards outside can see to the candles in a moment. You are carrying my heir, so you are to rest. As much as is feasible, from now until the babe is born. And if anyone questions it, they are to discuss it with me.”

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↬ when night falls

Tywin Lannister x Reader

intended to be a sequel to the morning after, but it's not necessary that you read it prior to this

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, 18+ ONLY ⇆ P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, age gap, nipple play, bit of breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, pregnant!reader

The journey from Winterfell to King's Landing took considerably longer than necessary, given the Queen's insistence that she travel in that godsforsaken carriage of hers. As such, five weeks after your marriage to Tywin Lannister, you were spending one final night in a lavish red and gold tent alongside your lord husband.

For the entirety of the journey, the two of you spent the entire day apart – your horse trotting behind your father and King Robert, and Tywin a short distance behind, alongside Ser Jamie. Occasionally, Arya would pester you into allowing her to sit in front of you on the saddle, as you quietly conversed with her and taught her how to control the horse. But, aside from that, you were alone with your thoughts all day, every day.

The nights, however, were spent in the arms of your lord husband.

But gods was there lust.

On your end, it was your first and only experience with sex, and it was undeniably good, so you were eager for it. On his end… you couldn't be sure. It could be that the man was pent up from years as a bachelor, but it would be safe to assume he had simply sent for a whore when the mood struck him. A more likely reason would be his pursuit of an heir, but surely he wouldn't have needed to fill your cunt nightly to achieve that goal. No, you were almost certain that he was simply enjoying fucking you – just as much as you were enjoying fucking him.

"Will you stop bedding me when I become pregnant?"

"Do you ask because you wish for me to stop? Or because you wish for me to continue?"

"I wish for you to continue."

"Then I shall continue," Tywin stated, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Good," you replied, then added, "Because I am."

"You are what?"

"Pregnant."

The smile dropped and Tywin's eyebrows raised, making his forehead crinkle.

"Already?" he inquired dryly, surprised. Then, incredulous, he asked, "How do you know?"

It was a fair question. You had never been pregnant before, so perhaps you were mistaking soreness and fatigue from travel as signs of pregnancy. But no. You knew.

"I should have bled three weeks ago, but I have not. My breasts are extremely tender, and certain smells make my stomach turn."

A faint but wicked smile spread across your face, and you stood from the bed, setting the goblet down as you slowly made your way over to him. The metal of his armor was cold beneath your fingers as you idly ran your hands over his chest, before toying with the belt around his hips, looking up at him through your lashes.

"You," was your simple answer. But both of you knew that it wasn't meant in a romantic, sweet sort of way.

When he pulled away, Tywin smiled quite faintly, then hummed lowly and said, "Well, what sort of man would I be to deny his pregnant lady wife her wish?"

The old lion made quick work of removing his armor and smallclothes, and relieving you of the thin linen shift you wore, before guiding you to the luxurious cot. Tywin continued to kiss you, eventually trailing kisses down your neck, until he reached your chest, unexpectedly taking one of your breasts into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

"Hm, I see you were not exaggerating about the sensitivity."

Seemingly enjoying himself, Tywin began peppering your chest with gentle bites, which he soothed with his tongue afterwards, sure to become small little bruises by morning. Breathy moans and sighs of pleasure filled the tent, as he then resumed his ministrations on the hardened peaks of your breasts before snaking one hand down to toy with your clit, expertly rubbing it in small, steady circles. Astoundingly fast, your release washed over you, soaking his hand as you moaned and writhed beneath the Warden of the West – who only chuckled darkly at your quick climax.

A hiss through gritted teeth escaped Tywin, and you gasped lightly, head thrown back and hands flat on his chest. Although you’d already lost count of how many times he’d taken you, it still felt more incredible than anything you’d ever experienced. A passing thought reminded you of the fact that he seemed to share the sentiment, always hissing or groaning when he first sheathed himself inside you.

Truth be told, you were surprised to learn that it aroused you just as much.

Tywin groaned as you clenched around him, and when his eyes flicked up to meet yours, it felt as though he knew you had been thinking the very same thing he was.

“Where are you going?”

“The candles –”

Anyone possessing the sense the gods gave a mule knows “discussing” something with Tywin Lannister was just the opposite – it was not to be addressed at all, because what Tywin Lannister says, goes. A fact which made you smile softly.

“As my lord husband commands,” you replied, a hint of sarcasm in your tone, but you did exactly as he bade you, pulling some of the blankets over you and nestling into the pillows. You were already yawning by the time Tywin called for a guard, who extinguished the candles, and bathed the room in darkness as you drifted into a deep, contented sleep.

#tywin lannister fanfic #tywin lannister smut #im not the same person i was

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saturatedboy · 3 years ago

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Greetings! it is me again

im here for another request for m'lady donna

Could you do Mafia Donna x Mafia Reader

Enemies to lovers please ( ╹ v ╹ )

Donna Beneviento x GN!Mafia!Reader

Words: 6k

Warnings: Mentions of death, gore and violence

Requests: Open

Smoke drifted into the crisp cold air as the clouds overhead began to turn into a darker grey, carrying the weight of all their pent-up water. The breeze had turned against the sky, picking up speed as time went on. “Seems to be a stormy night tonight boss,” A croaked voice spoke out, putting out their lit cigar as they scraped it alongside the cobbled wall that they were leaning on.

With an audible sniff and eyes turning upwards, a smile was drawn upon your lips. “Seems so. However, don’t let the simple trickle of water make you forget your place. We are doing this tonight, rain or no rain. I can’t have any more fuckups you hear me?” The other cowered down a little, turning their head to face the other way down towards the open entrance of the alleyway that both of you were hiding in.

“Yes boss,”

“Good, now get the horse and cart ready, we have an order to deliver.” soft noises of the worker footsteps travelled down the alleyway, echoing with each step. Once out and turned, you shook your head and pulled fingers through your hair. The slight texture of grease made you sigh, disappointed at the fact your hair wasn’t as soft as it had been in previous days. “I need a shower,” you moaned, glancing up as you felt the first drop of water touches your skin and slide down. The feeling of its coldness made you groan, pulling your hands away from your hair onto your shoulders where the hood to your poncho over your head keeping you dry from any further water droplets. Once you made sure it was secured, you began to set trail off down the same way your partner had travelled, down the alleyway and made a sharp right as you entered back onto the streets of the village. Although it was bustling with life, you found not many people had travelled down the small areas of darkened light between houses. So instead, you and your team began to meet up there to discuss matters upon next delivers.

Keeping your head low, you walked down the dirt pathways, only to look up when the noises of soft neighing could be heard. A horse stood tall; its brown of its body being sploshed with bits of dirt along with the odd leaf in its mane. Smiling at the beautiful creature, you ran your fingers through its mane, starting with the top of its head and working your way down, picking the fallen leaves out and throwing them onto the ground. Beng caught up in pleasing the horse, a sudden tap of your shoulder made you turn and huff. “What.” You spoke, the word coming out as a demand rather than a question. Another partner of yours looked at you, rubbing the back of their head sheepishly as they cracked a long-side smile.

“Time to get going, everything is ready.” Nodding, you looked back at the horse one more time and placed a soft kiss upon its mussel, cooing as you stared into its black eyes.

“Aren’t you just magnificent.” You whispered, giving one last stroke through its mane before you walked away, letting your hand wonder over the side of its rather plump body. The horse whimpered under your touch, missing the feeling of your warmth soothing its headache from staying up all day since the crack of sunlight.

You stopped just behind the horse, grabbing hold of your partners hand as they pulled you up upon a wooden cart that had the edges as benches and the middle being filled with bags. Waiting for the rest of your team to climb on, you fiddled with your dirt and cracked nails letting your mind wander. Everything had changed after the disappearance of Mother Miranda. People had no one to worship so instead a vote for mayor had been decided as the village needed someone to keep everyone in shape. Although the Lords and Ladies still existed, no one had really known much of them as it sometimes felt like they too had disappeared. ‘Fools’ you spoke within your mind, leaning back against the wooden rest as you relaxed your body slightly, opening your legs taking up much space since a small of your group would be coming with you for this delivery.

Soon once everyone was settled, the cart began to move with the horse towing it. As the journey had begun, you checked in on everyone in your team making sure that they were okay and that any sort of fuck up they make, you would handle it appropriately- not like they really made ay fuckups; a generous pay drop would be the worst thing you could do to them. Back to your thinking, you smirked as a sudden image crossed your mind.

The fair and sweet Lady Beneviento.

Oh, was she a kicker to your reputation amongst the vast of villages. Although not many knew this, but their ‘oh so wonderful’ Lords and Ladies hadn’t actually disappeared. They just worked in more secretive jobs, like you. Now, being a contraband giver was more of an illegal crime now that the mayor had placed down laws but what's the fun in following when breaking them gave you such more of an experience to be truly alive. Now, knowing the whole area, you had knowledge of where the Lords and Ladies were hiding away and doing their own nasty deeds.

When you first got into business by delivering the ‘secret bags’ as the Duke would sell them to their buyers, you had stumbled across The Lord Heisenberg being someone you were delivering to. It didn’t come to any shocker that you and him got along almost instantly. The dynamics of your relationship with the fourth Lord was nothing more than a buddy to see very now and again- it was your listening skills that got him to like you on a mutual level.

In the past 3 years, you had stumbled across what the other lord and Ladies were doing. Lord Moreau would ask for you to deliver DVD’s that he could watch, Lady Dimitrescu would ask you to deliver your services to her to help out with her three daughters and lastly, Lady Beneviento. She has never asked you for such things. She was quite secretive in the past, keeping to herself. You did expect so much her to keep that up- but you never expected to find her doing such activities like yourself.

It was a dark night that you saw her for the first time. You both had crossed paths that faithful night. You were doing a private mission of walking to Lady Dimitrescu’s castle for a ‘play date’ with her three daughters. Upon arriving, you had bumped into the Lady Beneveinto and knocked her onto the floor. The doll cradled in her arms came to life and attacked you by the legs, with small bruises, you huffed and picked up the doll, holding her out at arm reach so her long limbs of wood couldn’t hit you. The Lady on the floor stared up at you as the impact had revelled something one might describe to be ‘horrifying’ to the human eye. She had quickly began engaged with red as she stood back up and swept her veil back over her face, walking over to you and giving you a straight punch in the face just as you were trying to apologise for your mistake. The impact had you falling onto the ground, and the doll was released being brought back to its owner the doll maker. “How dare you,” She spat out, letting the doll in her arms glide above her shoulders.

You got up again and muttered a ‘sorry’ before trying to proceed past her, already knowing you were going to be a little late to the ‘play date’. However ,it seemed the doll maker had other ideas, seeing as you did reveal something she was so self-conscious about she had the doll at her shoulder swipe down at you, using a thin string to wrap your arms behind your back. The quick movements of the doll flying about had you unbalanced as you tried to keep up with the doll’s movement moving around your head. Misplacing your step, you fell back onto your knees and received a harsh blow to your face by a black shoe. With your head tilted to one side, blood running down your nose with the taste of metal between your lips, you could feel a sweep of warmth burst in your chest as your senses began to argue whenever you should try fight the Lady or scream for help. You didn’t know what to do so you kneeled in silence, waiting the next move. “I see you again I’ll make you more broken than porcelain doll that has fell of the highest shelf” Lady Beneviento had spoken, walking out with her doll back in her arms. It wasn’t till the daughters had gone searching for you that they found yourself in a bloodied state, holding back their hunger and instead getting you cleaned up. You kept the meeting between yourself and the doll maker a secret, saying that you were simply ambushed by a maid that worked at the Castle not really thinking about their lives since anyone who worker for the Lady Dimitrescu would be dead anyway.

The cart had come to a sudden stop, awaking you from your memories. Biting your lip, you could feel one of your canines scrape along- the tooth being chipped after being kicked in the face. A frown came to your face, another day doing business was not the most amusing thing you could be doing but none the less you had to get it done. A day’s worth of money was more you could ask for, being the secretive organisation that brought the outside technology and knowledge into the homes of those willing to pay large amounts for such items. Scanning the cart, watching as your team for this mission take some of the bags from the middle, you readjusted your hood on your head and jumped out after. Turning around to face the empty cart, you leaned in and collect the last of bags that were carrying such items that you didn’t know since the Duke gave no information what-so-ever, just to deliver the goods and collect the money.

“Let’s go.” You called out, walking in front of your team as you felt the water of the rain come more intensely down, matching your sudden mood. Rain was the worst of the weather; it wasn’t like you had anything to shield yourself from its droplets since your last umbrella was back at the base. Water fell off your frame, your poncho soaking it up and letting it cling to your clothes underneath. Shaking your head, you took in your surroundings. It appeared you were in a wood, maybe forest? You weren’t sure, you hadn’t exactly explored such parts since you were a child. “Charles, recite what Duke said,” You called out behind you, waiting for the other to respond.

“he said we should head Nother-West to deliver these bags. A mansion that he had spoken of should be there and we are to give the bags to the house owner.” Nodding to the words, you kept along a path that was littered with the dried leaves and dust from the dirt below. It was as though the bright colour from the grass had been taken away, leaving nothing more than distress and dust of those had become one with the ground. As you walked with your team trailing behind, the hairs on your arm shad spiked up, peaking interest at the sudden change in atmosphere. It felt as though you were being watched, maybe by the owls, maybe by the squirrel's that gazed down at your forms from the high trees- all that you knew was that you had eyes watching you and your every move. You felt mildly disturbed.

Deep breaths had calmed your nerves slightly, a silent voice in your head telling you that you were safe yet the nagging guy feeling had you on your toes, leaving our shoulders to be tensed. The quietness had been broken by one of your team mates, them speaking up in a high pitch voice. “What was that?!” Turning heads stared at him as he looked to the side, his eyes focusing on the trees that were staggered about.

“What was what.” You asked, arching a brow as you stopped walking. The man that had spoken up stayed quiet, staring at one spot until he shook his head getting rid of his thoughts.

“Nothing, let's keep moving. I thought I saw the doll moving.”

“Great he is going insane,” A woman had joked, making others around you laugh at her comment.

“Keep talking and each word you all say is a deduction of your payment. Let's go, we can’t be late.” That had shut them all up, this time you all were walking a faster pace to find the mansion, still sticking on the path hoping it led you there.

Each minute that had passed, you felt the feeling of your disgust growing. You were fine with the one doll that was laid against a tree a moment ago, the thought of a child that came through crosse our mind and they may had left it but every minute that passed and the deeper you followed the trail, the more dolls that were hanging, left and stuck to trees, branched and the floor had grown in popularity. Mentally you were no prepared for such toys, ever since the doll maker had attacked you, you had grown disgusted of the creation finding it to be a taint onto your pride to let such a dainty, yet somewhat nerve-ticking woman to beat the crap out of you. How she made the blood that circled your body become thick with hatred. “I can see the house up ahead!”

Your team and yourself had heaved the bags onto the front porch of the mansion, being wary to not knock over any plant pots that were settled amongst the rocking chairs that were soft rocking in the wind. Pulling down your drenched hood, you rolled up your sleeves of your grey dress-shirt and knocked against the door waiting for the house owner to answer. “This place is giving me the creeps,”

“You can say that again, I mean look at that doll in the window.”

“Oh gosh, it’s so large.”

“That’s one creepy ass-looking doll.”

Rolling your eyes at your employee's comments, you knocked again getting slightly impatience waiting for the owner to answer. It was hammering down with rain; the wind was picking up and not to mention you have yet to head back to base and sort through all the money this week to give out. You were a busy person; you had no time to be waiting around for-

The door had creaked open slightly, letting the small amount of light from the inside pour into line on the dark porch. “We have brought your package.” You spoke, stepping into the small amount of light in between the double doors hoping to see who the buyer was. The door creaked more open and you stepped back, taken back at the sudden appearance who you were facing.

Lady Beneveinto had stood, her veil over her face and swarmed by her feet were many small dolls, dressed and suited in different colours. You could feel your nose twitch, the sudden reminder of what she had done to you last time. You bit back a hateful comment and breathed out heavily. “Your order...ma’am.” You stepped aside so she could stare behind her veil at the bags your employees were carrying. She slowly nodded and she took a step outside to stand next to you. In a low voice she had spoken.

“Please, leave them inside by this door and you may get going.” She turned to look at you. “I’ll give your...boss their money.” Oh, you could clearly here the smile playing at her lips, the way her voice had deepened slightly when saying the last part brought your jumble of nerves to appear more. Hearing your team agreeing, you watched as each of them entered her house and left unharmed by the dolls that sat waiting patiently by the door. You did however find it humorous how each one of them had carefully stepped over them, as though they would come to life and attack them if they dared to accidently touched them. Once all bags were safely inside, they nodded at you and began to leave the porch, disappearing the further they walked as a lonesome fog had taken up the atmosphere. Soon, it was just you, Lady Beneviento and the creepy dolls. “Why so tense,” She spoke up suddenly, scaring you half-to death. Placing a hand over your fast beating heart, you looked away and pulled your hood over your head.

“Because its cold,” You weren’t going to back down to her, yeh she has creepy dolls but you have pride and dignity to not be stricken down by such a sly woman. Her laugh had caught your ears, it was eerily soft and gentle, as though she was the one nervous in this situation.

“Hm, sure. Do come in then whilst I fetch your money- if your cold you’ll warm right up.” She backed away into her home, looking back waiting for you to make your move. Looking back at the fog becoming thicker, you quickly gathered the much-needed courage to walk into her home and close the door behind you. You couldn’t lie, you almost moaned at the heat you felt surrounding your body. Seeming to approve, Lady Beneveinto began to walk away and out of your sight, leaving you with the hundreds of dolls surrounding you. Leaning against the wall by the doors, you looked down at your nails and picked at them finding comfort when doing so...

“Boo,” A voice had whispered into your ear, making you jump and grab the hunter knife that was hidden in your boots. Pointing the knife at the offender who floated above you, you scowled at the so-called-being. “Oh, I see your nose isn't bleeding. How sad, red is a pretty colour on you.”

“What do you want,” Sneering your words at the doll, it in response laughed at your facial features.

“Ya know you squint when your mad, that’s pretty cute but that isn't why I’m here. Lady Beneveinto was hurt deeply when you scared her- and I don’t like those who harm my mistress in any way.” The doll had stepped onto the wooden ground Infront of your feet. It slowly touched your left knee and watched in amusement as you tucked them under your body, being sat on your knees holding the knife out at it. “Sadly though, you work for the Duke and we can’t harm the only person being a life saviour brining the goods to us.” She smiled as you lowered your knife, a little relive that you won’t be dead within this place that you now wanted to badly leave.

Taking another step, the doll was now close to your position, looking up to see you staring down at it. “You work for a mafia, right?” It asked, it’s eyes never leaving yours.

“Maybe, though I see it much more as a bunch of individual enjoying breaking the law.” You responded, not even noticing the feeling of small hands gripping your knees gently as they lean up further to your face.

“Enjoy breaking the law hm? Too bad we can’t break your nose again-” the doll spoke, fully climbing onto your thighs ignoring your protest against it. “Your kind of fun,” it said, smiling up at you. “I’m Angie, and you are play mate?” You grimaced at the word. Playmate. It sounded weird.

“(Y/n), pleasure.” The doll giggled, jumping up and down slightly and clapping her hands.

“I have a name to a face, how fun. Playmates don’t normally get to speak their names, but you're weirdly different.” an awkward laugh erupted from your throat, you were silently hoping that the Lady would come back and save you from the doll of hers. “She hates you.” Angie said, humming slightly at your reaction. You pursed your lips into a thin line and nodded.

“I hate her to, she didn’t have to attack me and neither did you,” Angie stared at you, her smile disappearing of her face.

“You revealed her insecurity, how could you take her safety and pull it away from her.” Her posture on your lap held little aggression, yet her voice held anger. You were taken back from her change in mood, what had you done exactly?

“I don’t understand, what has she to feel insecure about?” Your question lingered between the both of you, the other dolls that you didn’t even bother to register had stood off to the side in a line watching you, hushed voices of their own talking amongst each other.

Angie turned her head slightly to look at the, you followed her gaze and a small gasp came from you. You hated dolls even more- BECAUSE THEY FUCKING MOVED AND THEY WERE MORE OF THEM! “Jeese calm down, they aren’t going to hurt you...unless you want them to-”

“No, I’m good thanks.”

“Okay goodie! Now let's talk more! You revealed her face! Everyone knows Lady Benevento hides her face for a reason. And you went ahead, pushed her and made her veil show her face to you. Of course, she hates you! I do too! Well- sort of. You’re fun!”

You sweated at Angie’s word, giving a half-smile. “Yeah, you said that earlier that I was fun. Now c’mon. She has nothing to hide, she’s pretty why would she need to hide her face? -wait I didn’t mean to say pretty she’s average, ya know? Like all females, average and cute- not cute just-”

“Shut up, please. You’re becoming less fun and more annoying.” You nodded and stayed quiet, going back to biting your bottom lip. Any further conversation between you both had been left alone. You just wanted to get your pay and go back home, to everyone in the village and to never come here again. You’ll have to talk to Duke about this.

“Apologies for waiting, I was caught up in looking at one of my finest creations all dolled up for me. And had to make sure the others had done their jobs.” Her clicking of her shoes had you pushing Angie of your thighs and as swift as a fox grabbing prey you stood up, your hood falling down and splatting against your shoulder remining you of how wet you felt around yourself.

You stared at her, looking down at her hand to see she was carrying a money bag that looked rather filled. She walked further towards you, her expression unseen to your eyes as she held the bag out for you to reach. With itching fingers, you grabbed the bag and nodded a ‘thanks.’ “We do hope to have you over again, maybe this time we can play with you.” She tilted her head, hands clasping in front of her. You gulped and didn’t reply too shocked or scared to even use your words.

“I’m going to head back now,” You whispered, turning around to face the double doors and grabbing hold of the handle. When pulling the handle, a familiar hand caught your laying over it.

“It’s quiet the storm tonight, Stay over hm? I’m sure you can stay the night.” Her voice was right beside your ear. You felt intimidated by her as her grip on your hand had soon stung as the iron handle under your grip had pushed itself up into your flesh, marking it with red.

Not answering her, she let go of you and walked away again, letting her shoes echo against the wooden floor. “Take those wet clothes of you, you’ve already started to make a pond in my house and I don’t appreciate it from the likes of a low-life like yourself. At least my dolls do high quality services and not try to strip someone of their safety.” Body freezing up, you dropped your hand to your side. You still didn’t understand why she was so mad at that- she's a Lady for Mother Miranda’s sake. She has no need to feel self-conscious about herself, in fact you didn’t even think of any questions about when you saw her face. She was somewhat...pretty you guess.

“Oi daydreamer, c’mon. I’ll show where you shall be sleeping- that is if you can even manage to sleep hehe!”

‘stupid fucking doll’ the thought of even sleeping in this house surrounded you with dread, a frown placed upon your face however it was soon wiped away when you felt Angie’s hand wrap around your own. She led you up the stairs that were on the right, pulling up and chanting that you should ‘hurry up’ like there was something chasing after you both. Once making to even the top, after slipping one time on the stairs, she unshed you to continue forward and into a room that was plain. A simple single bed with a wardrobe and rocking chair in the corner. You looked back to see Angie gone and a sigh of relief was released between your clenched jaw from holding back your tongue when it touched you. Finding yourself wandering to the bed, you stripped your poncho off and let it sit on the windowsill, opening the window a little to let cold air rush in, and after you laid back on the bed. Getting yourself comfortable you laid down against the pillows and closed your eyes, letting your hands lay upon your stomach interwind with each other. “Quicker I get to sleep, quicker morning will come,”

The feeling of something petit touching your cheek had you groaning. “What is it mum?” You mumbled out, forcing an eye lid open. Soon the tiredness within your eyes had been slapped out of exitance as you scrambled awake. Letting your body scrunch up as you laid fully back up against the head board of the bed. Sat on the other side of your bed, near the bottom, were a range of different size dolls. All of them were giggling, making you once again grabbing the hunter knife in your shoe and pointing it all at them. “Stay back!” Your throat felt slightly sore, only have woken up. The dolls all looked at each other as though they were whispering to each other, soon they had scrambled off the bed and out of the door, running past the Lady. “I see you’re all dry now,” She spoke, walking into the room with a silver tray in her hands.

You quickly let your fingers glide over yourself, finding new clothing on yourself. This time a baby blue dress-shirt accompanied with white pants. You glared up at the Lady as she placed the silver tray on the end of the bed. “You changed me whilst I slept?”

“Why yes, it took all my power to not turn you into a doll when doing so.” Her remark sent shivers down your spine, your body reacting by feeling your skin just to make sure you weren’t actually wood. Your shoulders slumped when you felt your skin, finding the meat still on and attached. “I suggest you eat up; my dolls don’t like guests that stay too long and I’m very busy today.” She left the room in long stride, having the decency to close the door behind her. Wiping a hand down your face, you leaned towards the end of the bed and grabbed the tray, gabbing it and pulling it towards your body. Upon the tray sat a plate of toast and a cup filled with water. Hearing your stomach rumble suddenly, you dug into the food which soon settled the unknown hunger. Once done, you swung your legs out of bed and placed your shoes on that were settled under the bed. Once they were slipped on, you took your partially dry poncho of the window sill and placed it over and arm- like a butler would do with a towel or a waiter.

Walking out the room, you jumped slightly back as the smaller dolls once again were running bout, each carrying different doll limbs with themselves. Waiting for them all to go past, you stepped fully out the room just to have Angie swing by quickly. “Hey there! Morning, now c’mon you can be helping hands!” She exclaimed, grabbing your hand like she did the previous night and dragging you along with her.

“B-But Lady Beneveinto said I had to le-”

“Thats because she doesn’t want you to get mixed up but oh well- now c’mon slow poke!” You could already tell Angie was trying to sit trouble between yourself and the Lady, you were so close to going back home as well. Following you complied, going through hallways and down the elevator shaft with the many dolls.

‘I hate dolls’

“Why are they here Angie,”

“They can help”

“Why would I want them to help us, we are doing fine.”

“But it’s nice to have a more interactive company”

“Angie”

“They can be of use.”

You were sat on a stool, overlooking a deceased child body that was paced on a medical table. At first glance, you had almost thrown up your breakfast into your mouth however you weren’t going to give the Lady satisfaction of getting under your skin with her wicked ways a ‘mortal can’t handle’. The body was cut open, limbs cut and replaced with wooden and iron ones. It wasn’t until you saw the sun and moon crest that had been burned into a wooden leg attached to the body that some things made sense.

‘so, she is the one that sends the so-called gifts and toys into the village.’ you thought as you placed a hand over the creates and stroked it, feeling the indents under your skin.

“Okay fine, if you want to stay then stay. Don’t touch anything you hear me?” The Lady spoke, pulling back her veil and rolling her sleeves to her black dress. You nodded and stayed in your place, staring at the body again.

‘They aren’t giving me any sort of reaction...no words spoken even.’ The Lady stared at you, feeling a little more comfortable with the situation. A small smile even broke out on her lips, eyes drooping a little as she felt a warmth claim her normally cold body. “If you could grab the screws over there on the able behind you, that would be helpful.” You turned to face her, nodding and got up out of your seat to do as told. Angie waited until you had sat down again, nodding at the teamwork you both had unknowingly fell into. Soon she left the room, leaving you both alone to work on the ‘gift’ for the children down in the village.

“So, I’m guessing these creepy things are given to the children?” You spoke up, watching as Lady Beneveinto as she weaved stitched upon the open cuts on the body.

“Yes,” she spoke out softly, tying a knot at the end of her thread and cutting it. “It’s so I can keep an eye on everyone. The dolls, I can look through their eyes and watch the world play. Mother Miranda had ordered me to do so before she left to wherever she had to go.” You listened, muscles relaxing as you watched her work.

“I’m sorry for taking your safety away, I honestly didn’t realise what I had done to do so but I believe an apology from me is the right thing.” She stopped her hands, looking up at you with a soft smile.

“My veil hides my deformed face; it hides the scar on my right side. I’ve been told by...villages when they accidently saw it that it scares them.” Her words had wiggled their way into your heart, you felt so much sympathy for her as she had been outcasted by such people. “But you didn’t scream...It was a new feeling.”

“I suppose we are all feeling new feelings. I didn’t even question your scarring, it’s a part of you. It shouldn’t make you different.”

“For someone who does illegal crimes, your oddly nice.” You chuckled at her, sending a smile of your own her way whilst a soft heat took over your ears.

“Many people are within the business; we just are hidden from the society we are forced to grow up in.” Your words hung into the air; the conversation cut off as Angie came flying in screaming as a fox chased after her.

“Angie!” Lady Beneveinto had shouted, grabbing her and bringing her close to her chest as the fox clawed at her leg. Getting your hunters knife at, you jumped at Lady Beneveinto and made a clean cut through the fox, blood splatting onto the floor. The heavy breathing of Angie was only heard now, Lady Beneviento to shocked to even say a word whilst you stood above the now dead fox, hand dripping in blood a little. ”Like I said...your oddly nice.”

A total of a week had passed after that day, Angie was house bound for at least another week after she had brought in the fox chasing her. Within that time, you and Donna (as you found out), had settled differences and began acquaintance with one another. Whenever you didn’t have an order to give out from the Duke, you would visit her to join her and Angie for a tea party or to just help around the mansion. Her company was far more peaceful than you would expect, she had slowly started to greet you without her veil over her face and instead a warm smile is what you would see when she answered her doors.

Weeks had turned to months, and months had turned to years. You were still a successful business runner for contraband, still not caught by Mother Miranda as she had returned from wherever she had gone off to. Life was running smoothly, you felt safe when at Donna’s house, the dolls somewhat warming up to your presence and not giving you so much of a creepy vibe.

On this particular day, you were sat on the front porch in the rocking chairs with Donna, a China cup in both your hands. “How has the selling been Donna?” You asked, sipping upon the herb tea feeling your body settle in comfort. Donna shifted in her chair, looking over at you on her left side.

“I’ve heard so much gossip lately so you better be careful out there. They are starting to get suspicious of your recent buyers, the blacksmith in particular. Apparently, he left a ‘television’ out in his workshop and the sewers wife with her child by her side was suspicious. Luckily, he lied and spoke that it was a random object he created.”

You chuckled and leaned over, resting your hand on her knee. “You worrying about me? Isn’t that sweet.” you teased, only fake pouting when she slapped your hand playfully.

“Oh yes, I worry about you a lot. So much I’m scared one day I may not kiss you being alive.”

Time stopped, her words replaying in your mind. “You...want to kiss me?”

“Well yes, isn’t it obvious I have taken a liking towards you?” Her forwardness had you blushing deeply, your whole face, neck and ears covered by the red. You opened and closed your mouth like a cod fish, making her sigh and lean over this time to meet your face in the middle. Using her free hand, she cupped your cheek and forcefully pulled you into a soft kiss. Her lips moved in sync with your, yours reacting to the feeling of both love and affection almost immediately. The moment was blissful, you enjoying the feeling of her being closer than ever to you.

Until you dropped your China cup upon being to focus on the kiss- making a perfect memory for your first ever kiss with your future wife.

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Hope {Aragorn x Reader}

A.N: So no prompts done today cause I was working on this, but I’m proud of it and will get right on prompts tomorrow! This is the completely reader-insert version! I honestly had so much fun writing it and am honored that this person wanted me to do so. I hope y’all like it!

Requested by @ask-the-elf-stuff on Tumblr

Pairing: Aragorn x Reader

Word Count: 1,799

Warnings: Kissing, fluff, the smallest bit of angst.

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Hope

“You’re really leaving?” You gazed into Aragorn’s eyes, hoping that it wasn’t true.

“I have to, Y/N. The fate of Middle-Earth depends on it.”

Your head dipped in understanding, but also sadness.

“Do not fear. I will return.” He cupped your chin with his hand, tilting your head and kissing you. It was a light kiss, nothing like the others you had shared before. This kiss was the hope that you’d see each other again.

Breaking away, you forced a smile as you hugged him, trying not to cry. Stepping back, you waved as he followed the rest of the newly formed Fellowship through the gates of Imladris. Your father stood next to you, and as Aragorn passed through the gates Elrond drew you into his side.

“He’ll be back, hína (child),” Elrond said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Nodding, you rested your head on your father’s shoulder as you watched the man depart.

Weeks later, you were pacing your room, determined to do something. Arwen stopped short in the doorway as she saw you pack open on your bed as you shoved things inside.

“Y/N? What are you doing?”

“I do not know why, but I have felt a pull to follow. An ache, almost painful in its strength, has settled inside me and so I knew I must follow. We have not heard from the Fellowship in weeks, Aragorn could be hurt, or someone else could be, or he could be,” your voice broke, “dead.

The elf nodded in understanding. “The ache is telling you to be with the one you love.”

She then clasped your hand. “Y/N. Look at me.”

You looked at her, unshed tears of worry clear in your eyes.

“If he was dead, you’d feel it. And I know as your sister I should be telling you not to go, but I cannot help but notice the pain you’ve been in these last weeks. So go, find him.” She spread a map out onto a small table nearby, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do you just carry that everywhere?”

She shot you a look, and you quickly clammed up, peering over her shoulder as she pointed things out.

“After crossing the mountains visit our grandmother in Lothlorien, the Fellowship had planned to pass through there, and she will know where they are.”

You took it all in, remembering the route to Lothlorien from visits to your grandparents you had made before your mother went west.

“Thank you, Arwen.” You smiled up at your sister.

She clasped your wrist before pulling away, placing her hands on your shoulders as she looked into your eyes. “Stay safe, Y/N.”

You nodded, shoving the last things into your pack before slinging it over your shoulders with your bow and quiver, daggers sheathed on your thighs, hugging your sister one last time before leaving your room.

You strode down the hallway, dressed in leather hunting clothes as you made your way to the gates of Imladris. You had stopped by the kitchens to gather food supplies, making sure they thought you were only going for a hunting excursion.

Entering the courtyard, you saw your father standing in the center, clearly waiting for you. Silently cursing Arwen, as you had hoped to slip away unnoticed, you made your way over to him.

“I should not let you do this.”

You frowned at his words, drawing breath to protest, but before you could Elrond spoke again.

“But you are free to go. I feel the ache and have felt it every day since your mother departed. I know that nothing but being with the one you love can ease that pain, and it would hurt me to know you are experiencing it. Go to Estel. I give you my blessing.”

You hugged your father before turning and mounting your horse, brought from the stables. Turning to wave to your father one last time, you leaned down to whisper, “Let’s go, Daeroc. Let’s go find Aragorn.” The horse broke into a trot, and you left Imladris behind.

Weeks later, you led Daeroc into Lothlorien, waiting for the sentries to appear. One dropped down from a tree, and you smiled at him, recognizing the face.

“Haldir,” you greeted him with a smile.

“Y/N. It is good to see you again. I assume you are here to see the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn?”

You nodded, “Yes. I have not seen my grandparents in a long time. But before we go to them could you find someone to take care of Daeroc?”

Another elf came into view, nodding to you as she took the reins from your hands.

“Thank you,” you smiled at her.

Later, you walked into the courtyard, bowing to your grandparents standing on the stairs above.

“Y/N, my daughter’s daughter. What brings you here?” Galadriel smiled at you, descending the stairs with her husband to greet you, each clasping your wrist.

“To see you, of course, and seek news of the Fellowship that I assume has passed through here.”

Your grandmother smiled. “It seems you are in luck, for they are here as we speak.”

Your eyes widened. “But they should have been long gone by now. I wonder what has caused the delay?”

Celeborn’s face softened. “Then you do not know.”

“Know what?” You were beginning to grow quite worried. “What has happened?”

“They could not make it through the pass of Caradhras, so they turned and went through Moria, costing them the life of Mithrandir.”

You gasped, heart aching at the grief that must have caused them and the grief you now felt.

“May I see them?” All you wanted now was to see your friends and the man you loved.

“Of course.” Galadriel beckoned you to follow her, and you did, softly conversing with your grandmother and updating her on the lives of her family in Imladris, as well as others she knew.

Stepping into the clearing, you turned to thank Galadriel, watching her fade from view behind you for a moment before continuing.

There he was. Tall and handsome still, even grimy with dirt and dust from his travels. You debated casually walking up and greeting him more sedately, but watching him you just couldn’t hold back. All your elvish instincts left you, and you sprinted towards him, leaping into his shocked arms as kissing him for all you were worth. He kissed you back for a moment, and then pulled away, the surprise on his face clear.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?”

“I came to find you.”

His eyes widened. “You did?”

You smiled at him. “Of course I did, meleth.”

He smiled back at you, and drew you in for another kiss, hands holding you up as your legs wrapped around his waist. Deepening the kiss, he moved so your back was pressed against a tree and his hands were free to slide up your back, tangling in your hair as you lost yourselves in each other.

Sometime later, you sat with the rest of the Fellowship after the nighttime meal, talking. It was good to see them again, you had grown fond of all of them, even the dwarf, during their time in Imladris. But of course, the only person you really had eyes for that night was Aragorn, who sat next to you with an arm around your shoulders.

Legolas had seemed puzzled with how comfortable you were with affection, it was rather un elf-like. You had explained to him that because of your father’s past, he was slightly more affectionate than a normal elf, and showed it. You hadn’t missed the wistful look on Legolas’ face as you spoke and recalled what you knew of his family, feeling sorry for him.

Later that night, you sat by the dying embers of the fire alongside Legolas. Aragorn had gone with the hobbits to wash up, and Boromir and Gimli were sleeping, so it was just you and the elf.

“Legolas?” The older elf looked at you.

“Can I ask you something?”

He nodded, and you continued, “I was just wondering, do you know of something like an ache? It began right after the Fellowship departed Imladris, and only subsided when I arrived here. What does it mean?”

He smiled. “Y/N. That was the bond between your soul and Aragorn’s, pulled taught with your fear of losing him. Now that you are reunited, it has gone because you are together. It is every elf’s greatest dream and worst fear to have that feeling.”

You smiled. “Have you?”

The pain in his eyes told you that maybe that was not something to be asked of others.

“I am not sure if it is in my destiny to ever feel that.” He gazed into the distance.

The two of you sat in easy silence for a long time, after that.

“Y/N.” You turned to see Aragorn beckoning to you, and with a nod to Legolas, you rose.

“You do not have to come with us. It will be a journey of great peril, and I do not want to put you in that much danger.”

You gazed at him earnestly, “Aragorn. I shall be there when the crown is finally placed on your head. I shall be with you until the end.”

He smiled at you again and clasped your hand as you walked through the towering trees.

You had left Lothlorien the day after with the Fellowship, having officially joined up. Lots had happened after that, including almost dying with most of Middle-Earth, but months later, all was finally well. Frodo and Sam had destroyed the ring in Mordor, the forces of Mordor had collapsed along with the Black Gate, and today was the coronation of King Elessar, also known as Aragorn.

You watched, standing next to Gimli on the dais, as Gandalf lowered the crown onto Aragorn’s head.

“Now come the days of the King!” Gandalf declared before Aragorn turned to face his kingdom. Everyone cheered as he stood there, silencing quickly as he spoke. His words were wise and sincere, and you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again. As petals began to fall, he started singing, the words quickly fading as he turned to you.

You walked down to meet him at the bottom of the steps, gown trailing behind you. Once you reached him, he grabbed your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist as he dipped you into a spectacular kiss. Unlike the one you had shared in Imladris, this was not a kiss of sadness. This was a kiss of hope, peace, and promise. As the cheers rose around you again you knew that everything you had hoped for had come true.

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