#born to be wild tovar

[writeforfandoms]

I love writing this grump. And I love giving him nice things.

Every once in a while, he gives us nice things in return.

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of >Holiday< Fic!

Here I am, diving into my massively long list of TBR fic after the 2024 I have, only to get a fresh heap of holiday fic from which I have to dig my way out of first. So here's the first half of the fic I've been loving this holiday season. There will be more, but here are some tasty vittles to start with!

PERO TOVAR

Go Make it Happen by @writeforfandoms Jen came back to the Pedro fandom and brought Born to be Wild Pero along with her! This time it's second Christmas and he's got a big surprise in store. This won't be something you'll give away the very next day...

Ah, But It's Cold Outside by @prolix-yuy Are you rolling your eyes at Pero's fucking grumpiness? Hate the way he banters with you until you realize that he loves to banter with you? And not be cause he wants to annoy you but because you're about find out how fast you can go from being thoroughly annoyed to turned all the way on? Buckle up, because this ride causes the tastiest kind of whiplash you're gonna get this Christmas.

Ásjá: A Winter Solstice Story by @perotovar I always thought Pero would fight right in with the Vikings, and it seems that Erin had the same thought. I love seeing Tovar react to new and different cultures and I have a soft spot for the Vikings, and for some of the traditions and supernatural elements here, so this was such a lovely Yuletimes read.

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MAX PHILLIPS

Frostbite by @brandyllyn I love Brandy's Max so so much. I don't know how she does it, but she can make him fucking insufferable and incredibly sweet (for selfish reasons) at the same damn time and it's like GD catnip to me. This fic has a reader that doesn't know what Max is and how he knows that she's not taking care of herself and it's so amazing and I need him. I need him bad.

Blood & Tinsel by @morallyinept This one really got me going. I'm not into dub-con unless it's supernatural, so here we are and I am IN IT. Even so, it's dreamily written and mayyyyybe isn't so dubious after all. What I wouldn't give to be Max's favorite and to let him know that I really really want him back...

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DIN DJARIN

Just Feels Right by @ghostofskywalker Din is always so good in Ghost's hands. There's softness and yearning in him that I 100% go for and this fic is full of it. Sometimes you just want to see the man in love, you know? Even if attending a Life Day party isn't his thing, it's good to know that you can continue the party in private, in a way he can reciprocate. So lovely. So so lovely.

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FRANKIE MORALES

Unwrap Me by @morallyinept With a title like that, you know exactly what Frankie's gonna get for Christmas and it's you and boy and howdy does he really like his gift. This is one present I would willingly hand over.

All I Want for Christmas by @morallyinept As sexy as Unwrap Me is, here's Jett again with a completely different kind of story and one that sucked my heart in completely from start to finish. Frankie joins the Miller brothers at a bar on Christmas Eve and there's a lot of internal angst here, a man feeling like he doesn't have much to offer to anyone...but then he meets you. This piece is real and human and everything I want for our Catfish (and for you).

Gold, Frankie-sence & Myrrh by @secretelephanttattoo What if the Delta boys owned a Christmas tree farm? And what if Frankie showed up and helped you find the perfect tree? And what if there was some cute innuendo play? AND A DOG? Get it!

A Little Christmas Magic by @the-blind-assassin-12 This is so fluffy and sweet and my heartstrings are officially t u g g e d. It's one thing do to something nice for Frankie's son for Christmas, but the fact that it does Frankie a ton of good himself? So much love all around. I'm so effing WARMED now.

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DIETER BRAVO

Giddy Up Jingle Horse by @sp00kymulderr I'm dying laughing, I love this so much. When travel plans go awry, Dieter tries to save Christmas and it's stupid and sweet and everything I ever wanted. Top notch Dieter-brand fluff here.

Jet Set Christmas by @morallyinept Wanna join the Mile High Club with Dieter? Here's your chance. Jett is one of my goo-to authorities on Dieter and she captures him so so well here, gestures and phrasing and crustiness alike. And while that is reason enough to enjoy this tasty holiday treat, I'm equally enamored with the reader character here, how forward she is while still retaining maximum sweetness. I love them both, your honor.

The Yule Lodge - Part One by @the-blind-assassin-12 A holiday mix up, a mysterious sweepstakes win, a disgruntled Hollywood actor, a little bit of magic, a quaint bed and breakfast...you know what's coming. And it's gonna be sweet and adorable and fantastic.

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TIM ROCKFORD

To: You, From: Santa (Part 1, Part 2) by @something-tofightfor I can always count on Rachael to put me in the holiday spirit and give me that warm fuzzy Christmas romance I think I don't need every year but then I read it and I'm like THANK YOU SANTA RACHAEL MAY I HAVE ANOTHER. Tim is so sweet and so warm in this two-parter, the both of them dancing around delicious mutual pining while they help each other shop for the precinct's Secret Santa party. Guess who their secret Santas are. Yes. Yes. You are correct. And it is as cute and romantic as you think it's gonna be AND MORE. I am swooning. SWOONING.

Secret Santa by @trulybetty Betty's Tim is a stoic fellow, but he's definitely the thing we all like about him best...observant. Tim may not be one for a Secret Santa exchange, but he's got the perfect gift for the perfect person and he knows how to pull strings to get the recipient he wants. And our reader seems to know exactly what to give in return. I haven't read Betty's Cagney x Tim universe, but if there's this much sultry tension in it, then I'm gonna have to start.

[safesthavens]

Whyck Intro Post

My baby!!! OC for the Cosmere; born on Scadrial and turned into a Mistborn despite being full blood Skaa bc I thought it would be interesting and then my DM went hard with it and honestly… I was so right for that. The rebellion that made them a Mistborn (including their parents) all got wiped out except for their caretaker Tovar, who raised them as a street urchin thief. Discovers they’re a Mistborn and gets taken in my Tren Veritas, a noble who’s half Skaa, to teach Whyck how to control being a Mistborn (and to train them to join her little rebellion determined to be the downfall of the Steel Ministry). Long story short, her story is very similar to Vin’s (which I didn’t know the time, but it did make me chuckle to learn later. My DM was so silly) and at the end of the day Tren dies. So does Whyck though, so hello! Brought back to life because they have a spike in them (post Tren’s death) and realize they’re too weak to face the Lord Ruler so they travel the Cosmere looking for a power that will win against him. They find it on Roshar, where they become a Windrunner. Fun stuff.

As far as canon characters go, they’re best friends with Ellend Venture and eventually friends with Wit/Hoid, as my DM said the method that brought Whyck back to life might have aftually made them immortal! WILD time to learn that let me tell you. Anyway, used to be a DND character from a campaign based on the Cosmere and I grew really attached to them. They also had a romance with Zane (who was characterized a bit differently and had been raised with Ellend as his older brother, it was wild) at the which I’ll focus on for this blog unless someone gives me a ship for them :) I BEG y’all to send a cheeky ship in if you ever want to. Whyck dies at 18 and stays on Roshar for five years, so from 19-24, they’re on there.

Genderfluid, portrayed by Amandla Stenberg, has three different names. Whyck is their birth name, Pen is their thief name, and Syl is their noble name. I think they’re super neat, that’s all.

[grogusmum]

Hazel's Thro-back Thursday fic recs (08/17/23)

Always feel free to send in suggestions for my thro-back recs!! 💚Hazel

Cupcake (jack daniels x f!reader)by @ezrasbirdie and @haylzcyon (updated to include Hayley, I'm so sorry, my sweet!!) Salesman Jack is a very good Jack. He's smitten with the new receptionist, so much so he is a ding a ling about it. This fic is sweet as a cupcake, even if it's off to a rocky (road) start!

Kindred Spirits by @all-the-things-2020 the Last of Us crossover with Anne of Green Gables? How does that work?? Better than you think!! Especially in the capable hands of All the Things! I adore Joel and Ellie (along with Marlene, Tommy, and Maria) dropped into Victorian Prince Edward Island. The narrative voice conjures Lucy Maud Montgomery without feeling like imitation.

BTBW: Smoke and Lightning (pero tovar x f!reader) @writeforfandoms If you don't know Jen's Born to Be Wild series, here is a lovely sampler. Pero is a 10th century man in 2021, and it is THE BEST! He's gumpy. He's handsy. He's suspicious. He's hungry. He's coming into contact with the creature comforts of the modern world for the first time, and he likes it!

I hope you enjoy these offerings! And remember to show the writer some love! Comments and reblogs keep fic in circulation and letting writers know you enjoyed their writing fuels their future writing!

** Now, one might think Kindred Spirits was posted in May, that is not old!! I would agree, but fic gets swallowed up so fast, and as a writer, it feels like the attitude of many readers is that a week old fic is old. So that is why I am happy to post month old fic as well as 3 year old fic.

[littlemisspascal]

Sage & Walnut

Part of The Fox, The Mage, and The Cupboard

Pairing: Pero and Female Reader

Word Count: 2200+

Summary:  Pero Tovar is a man of many personas.

Warnings: Magic AU with mages and familiars, Reader has a backstory + age but no name, worldbuilding, language, fluff, judgmental villagers

Author Note: Takes place before Young Love and after Bayleaf. Thank you everybody for the kind words of support 💜💜💜

Sage & Walnut – LAFCO

Shelves of leather-bound books line the walls of this serene, hushed refuge. Sweet orange notes give way to an aromatic blend of star anise, walnut and juniper sage. The depths of sandalwood, oud and guaiac woods create a timeless space.

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Magic is a gift with many manifestations.

For mages and familiars, magic is an internal spark, something they’re born with. From the moment it awakens, they will never know a day without it. Their magic is instinctive, easy to summon, and at its highest power when a mage-familiar bond is forged. 

But for those who are taught magic, those who do not have it pumping through their veins and thus will never be bound to a familiar–they must fight to earn its trust and control its actions instead of becoming puppets to its whims. Because magic without a host body is as much an untamed force of nature as the other four elements. If mistreated, it will turn on the user, transforming a spell into a hex. What was intended to heal will kill, what was intended to protect will bring harm.

With this in mind, you were more than a little shocked to discover Pero, a man renowned for his grumpy and brooding countenance, had been taught to masterfully wield magic in the form of enchantments–a variety of symbols that, when carved into a material, became imbued with power that will last until the lines are broken.

But then again, maybe you shouldn’t have been shocked. 

After all, Pero Tovar is a man of many personas.

When you were in school, he was in the grade above you and you knew of him solely by his reputation as the rebellious bad boy from the neighboring village across Blue Creek Bridge. He was cold and sarcastic with everyone, including the teachers. If he wasn’t falling asleep in the back of the classroom, then he was in detention or having the nurse bandage his injuries from a fight he almost always threw the first punch to start. 

He had only one friend, William Garin, who was the antithesis of every one of Pero’s traits. Where Pero was dark-haired and withdrawn and perpetually scowling, William was blond and friendly with all folks, usually seen wearing a smile on his face. Pero was the delinquent; William was the goody two-shoes. By all accounts their friendship shouldn’t have worked, but their bond was undeniably close, brotherly in nature, and when school finished they left Eldergrove together to seek employment elsewhere.

In the following years you’d sometimes hear rumors in the village square about what became of them. Some claimed they enrolled in the police academy or enlisted in the army, while others alleged a darker fate in which the two became mercenaries, spilling blood in exchange for money. You honestly didn’t know what to believe.

(Even now in the present, the truth isn’t any less murky. Their pasts remain one of the few mysteries Eldergrove’s residents couldn’t crack along with how Ezra Green truly met his adopted daughter Cee and why dandelions could only be found growing in Maxwell Lord’s backyard.)

Eight years later in the middle of spring on a drizzling afternoon William and Pero returned to the village.

At first nobody recognized them. They were older, bigger, muscles strengthened through trials and tribulations they’ll never talk about. A little less tenderfooted and a lot more ironhearted. You had watched them through the window of Zach’s Cafe, dressed in menacing black armor and equipped with an arsenal of weapons, and there was a wild, frenzied moment like lightning crackling across the sky where you wondered if they were grim reapers coming to collect the villagers’ souls.

Then William smiled, bright as morning sunshine, the same friendly grin he was known for as a child. In a matter of seconds Zach’s Cafe was empty, villagers drawn outside with happy greetings on their lips, uncaring of the raindrops splattering against their skin and clothes.

You’d stayed seated, still watching through the window as William was encircled with warmth while Pero was given the cold shoulder. For all that the two men had changed in ways both physical and beneath the surface, Eldergrove’s opinions of them remained unaltered by the passage of time. 

The most shocking moment you remember most from that day is not William announcing Pero and him were moving back permanently or that they’d be starting a business in the old woodshop on the edge of the village which had been abandoned since the local carpenter chose to retire five months ago and moved down south to live on the beach. It is Pero’s eyes locking with yours, an angry scar sliced through the left one.

It is the seconds ticking by, neither looking away. It is his head tilting, an unspoken question. It is you raising your hand and offering the tiniest of waves as an answer.

It is Pero blinking, stunned. 

And then tentatively waving back.

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You brought a candle with you during your first visit to William and Pero’s woodshop, thinking it would be a nice welcoming gift, only to nearly drop it when you saw what they’d done to the old woodshop. In the span of three weeks, they’d transformed it from a dusty, cobweb-infested shack into a welcoming cabin with a slate gray front door and wide front porch adorned with several potted plants to give it some specks of color. You suspected that was probably William’s doing.

Only when you knocked did you see the enchantments carved into the doorframe, beautifully done with carefully curled lines. They flickered bright gold when William cheerfully ushered you inside, deeming you unthreatening. 

The woodshop’s interior looked essentially the same as before the two men took over—there was still wood in every direction you turned your head, several workstations for future projects, an abundance of tools and saws and whatever other equipment a carpenter would need for their craft—except for one noticeable difference. 

“Who the hell taught you magic?”

You could have been more polite, but it was hard to remember your manners when faced with the multitude of enchantments carved in neat lines along the ceiling beams, on the edges of the tables and even on the corners of the window frames. Suddenly the change in the woodshop’s exterior made a lot more sense. These particular enchantments were architectural in intent, meant to adjust the building’s characteristics and foundations to suit the needs of the residents.

“Those aren’t my doing,” William corrected, then nodded his head towards something over your shoulder. “They’re Pero’s.”

You turned, only to nearly punch the dark-haired man on reflex when you found him looming mere inches behind you. “Damnit, don’t scare me like that.”

“Apologies, little chandler,” Pero replied, though his brown eyes glittered with amusement. “I just wanted to see what brought you here.”

“I came to bring you this,” you held up the candle before pointing at the ceiling, “but now I’m much more interested in knowing about those.”

“They’re Grand Coven approved,” he said by way of explanation, face going impassively blank.

In hindsight, you’ll realize he thought that you thought he had done something illegal. But you hadn’t contemplated the legality of the enchantments at all, not when you were far more obsessed with knowing how he learned them. 

At twenty-five, you hadn’t had much experience with people who fully learned to control magic. Most didn’t have the patience to be taught or couldn’t find a teacher willing to spare the time. 

“Did a member teach you?” you asked, misunderstanding his point. 

“A former member, yes. He gave me his codex.”

“Former–?” Your curiosity increased tenfold, mind trying and failing to compile a list of names. “Who was it?”

Pero hesitated, glancing at William briefly, then shook his head. “That’s a story for another time, chandler.”

You wanted to press further—to unleash all the questions swirling in your head upon him until every last one was answered—but the mention of time made you remember this was only supposed to be a short visit. You still had chores left unfinished back at the Cupboard.

“Another time,” you echoed with a small nod, hoping you didn’t sound as disappointed as you felt. You offered him the candle in your hands. “Here. It’s sage and walnut with some good luck infused in it, too.”

“We need all the luck we can get,” Pero said, taking the gift from you and sniffing it. There was something about the grimness of his tone that rubbed you the wrong way, magic bristling with apprehension.

“Pero’s convinced our business is doomed to fail,” William stated as if that was supposed to help you make sense of Pero’s meaning. It didn’t.

“What?” Your eyes widened. Then, looking back at Pero, genuinely baffled, “Why?”

“It’s simple, really,” he shrugged, setting your candle down on a table with gentle hands. “People don’t like what they don’t understand and I’m...” Pero trailed off. He didn’t finish and he didn’t have to.

Pero was an adult now, but he would always be the boy nobody understood.

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After that, you started seeing William and Pero almost every time you went to the marketplace. Without their armor on, they weren’t quite as intimidating figures, blending in amongst the villagers like they’d never left. At first you assumed they were only there shopping for necessities, but when you happened to overhear William deep in discussion with Ezra about installing a new backdoor in Ezra’s home you realized all these market trips were also about recruiting clientele for their new business.

They were lucky practically everybody in Eldergrove had something wrong with their homes. Ellaria Sand desired new kitchen cabinets after a potion recipe disaster left scorch marks on her current ones; Ben Miller had a hole in his floorboard after roughhousing with his older brother got out of hand; even your own mother put in a request for new staircase balusters, thinking her house could benefit from some renovations.

Their business flourished and Pero’s prediction had been proven wrong. A happy ending if there ever was one. 

Except when you visited your mother and stepfather for dinner one night, you failed to find any enchantments carved into the new balusters. Not even one to prevent scratches or cracks in the wood. 

“William assured me it was an easy job,” your mother said when you asked about it. “I didn’t want to waste Pero’s time, so I told him it wasn’t necessary to come.”

However, that wasn’t the entire truth. You’ll realize it later, how many people didn’t trust Pero inside their homes. 

You thought if only they could see just how gifted he was then maybe their opinions would change. If only somebody was willing to give him the chance to show off his skills. 

In the middle of picking berries from the bushes surrounding the Cupboard of Remedies, an idea struck you, audacious and poorly planned, but brimming with potential for greatness.

“You want me to what?” Pero asked, leaning against the woodshop’s door frame, unimpressed.

“Make me a house.”

“You can’t afford the wood for a house, chandler. Sell enough candles, maybe in ten years I could build you something.”

You stuck your foot in the door before the asshole could slam it on you. “I didn’t say build me a house,” you argued. “I said make.”

He sighed with resignation, opening the door up again. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this but how exactly am I supposed to do that?”

“Enchantments,” you grinned, wiggling your fingers for added effect.

Pero’s hand twitched, clearly resisting the urge to try slamming the door again. “Enchantments,” he repeated blandly.

“Yeah,” you nodded, choosing to ignore his sour mood. “Look, my grandmother named her shop the Cupboard of Remedies because it’s literally the size of a cupboard, okay? Now that she’s…gone,” your voice threatened to crack, grief still clinging to your heart, but you soldiered on, “I think it’s time for a makeover.”

“So, you want me to turn it into a home for you to live there.” His tone indicated just what he thought of the idea, but you only stubbornly nodded again. He tilted his head, squinting. “What’s wrong with where you’re living now?”

“Nothing, Ginger’s a great roommate. But her and Merlin are starting to get serious and being a third wheel is only fun for so long, you know.” Ducking your head to toy with a loose thread on the hem of your shirt, you missed the softening of Pero’s expression. “And you’re right, I can’t afford to build a house or buy one which limits my options to either renting a room at Zach’s inn or moving back in with my mom for the foreseeable future.”

“Or I help you,” Pero said, arms crossing over his broad chest.

Head still ducked, you quietly agreed, “Or you help me.”

There was a lengthy pause of silence that followed and you felt Pero’s gaze boring into you, as if studying you beneath a magnifying glass. 

“Why me?” he wondered finally.

You blinked up at him, brow creased with confusion.

“There are plenty of builders in Rosedale who could help you out with enchantments. Why do you want me?”

Because you felt sorry for him. Because he was conveniently located. Because the enchantments on the woodshop were the best carvings you’d ever seen.

“It’s a job, Pero, not a marriage proposal.”

Pero barked out a laugh and shook his head, the first real smile you’d ever seen on his face tugging at his lips. “Alright, fine. I’ll make you a house, little chandler. Not like I got much else going on anyways.”

You dug your nails into your palms to keep yourself from squealing, but it did nothing to stop your wide, ecstatic grin. “Can you make it a cottage?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

[ladyxskywalker]

JUNE 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list; moon knight, pedro pascal characters, & misc./multi fandom

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, July 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Jake Lockley

Love In Bloom by @egcdeath (soft!jake)

✨ Marc Spector

Happy Birthday by @writingforcurrentobsessions

Unlikely by @arsonhotchner (prequel to ‘Proper Date’) (gn!reader)

✨ Steven Grant

Make The Grade (series) (complete) by @letterfromvienna (professor!grant) (grad student) (f!reader) **

Proper Date by @arsonhotchner (gn!reader, marc spector)

Spirals and Skin by @clints-lucky-arrow (artist!steven) (tattooed!f!reader) **

There’s Always Tomorrow by @foli-vora (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

A Girl Lives In A Bookshop: Love Looks Good On You by @oonajaeadira (f!reader)

Queen of Poisons (series) by @artemiseamoon (werewolf!ezra) (ofc!huntress) **

Starman (series) (complete) by @imtryingmybeskar (soulmate au) (f!reader) **

When Land Touched The Sea , Angelfish by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

✨ Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels

Pulling Focus by @oonajaeadira (f!reader)

✨ Marcus Pike

Desperado by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

Let Somebody Love You by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

✨ Max Phillips

Baby, It’s Happily Ever After by @miraclesabound (plus size!ofc) (cw:medical scare, blood, pregnancy mention)

✨ Oberyn Martell

First Taste – Fruit Stand by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

Yes, I do? By @toomanystoriessolittletime (f!reader) (modern au)

✨ Pero Tovar

No Matter What by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader)

Sweet Symphony by @clydesducktape (gn!reader) **

We Climb So High (Born to Be Wild) (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Characters

Make You Feel My Love (series) by @floraandfrost **

MISC. / MULTI FANDOM

✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman) (Andy Serkis)

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (f!reader) ** (cw: age gap)

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

Beautiful Distraction by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader) **

✨ Anthony Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

To Find You Again by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & @thirteenisles (f!reader) **

✨ Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Truth Unseen by @make-me-imagine (gn!reader)

✨ Duncan Vizla (Polar) (Mads Mikkelsen)

Family Man by @pearlstiare (wife!reader)

✨ King Arthur (Charlie Hunnam)

From the Shadows (series) fic collab by @ghostwiththemostbitch & @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

✨ Flip Zimmerman (Adam Driver)

His World by @multific (cw: pregnancy)

✨ Hector (Castlevania)

The Forgemaster’s Renascence (series) (complete) by @cheesetoast99 on ao3 (f!reader) (original characters) **

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Release by @floraandfrost (f!reader) **

The Romantic Type by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

Safe With You by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader)

prompt – joel kissing you after a smuggling mission by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

✨ Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage) (Oscar Isaac)

By Chance (series) by @arsonhotchner (graduate assistant) (f!reader) ** (cw: age gap, infidelity)

✨ Stefan Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)

Put Him First by @arsonhotchner (@unclesteffie) (human) (f!reader) **

** be sure to check out part one for star wars, the mandalorian, rogue one, & triple frontier fic recs !

[cannedsoupsucks]

Pero Tovar Fics

JANUARY 2022

Assume all stories are 18+ and contain smut (no minors). Review all author’s warnings before reading.

Series

An Impractical Time by @clydesducktape - Series Link

Branded by @oonajaeadira - Series Link

The Cross by @blueeyesatnight - Series Link

The Client by @absurdthirst - Series Link

Driving Mr. Tovar by @sirowsky - Series Link

Fighting Blind by @yespolkadotkitty - Series Link

Heaven on Earth by @tropes-and-tales - 1, 2, 3

In Time by @imtryingmybeskar ​ - Series Link

The Lonely Castle by @sirowsky - Series Link

Pan Dulce by @clydesducktape - Series Link

The Selkie by @blueeyesatnight - 1

The Spaniard Series by @absurdthirst - Series Link

Stranger At My Gate by @leslie-lyman - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

One shots

As Sweet as Honey, As Tempting as Death by @221bshrlocked - Link

Born to Be Wild by @writeforfandoms - Link

Christmas Special by @sirowsky - Link

Christmas Special 2 by @sirowsky - Link

Dulces Sueños by @oonajaeadira - Link

Hit Me by @foli-vora - Link

Letters Unwritten by @fictitious-little-stitious - Link

Paleta by @clydesducktape - Link

The Voice by @writeforfandoms​ - Link

Wanna Know that Body Like It’s Mine by @unhinged-summer-fun - Link

The Widow and the Newcomer by @lilkermit14 - Link

Where He Is Compelled to Stay by @oonajaeadira - Link

Asks

@absurdthirst ​ answers asks - Link

Check out my other Pedro character rec lists! Link

[just-here-for-the-moment]

FRIEND!!

May I humbly request Pero Tovar and "every inch of you is the most beautiful thing God ever created."

Heat level up to you.

Thankyou!

YES!! You absolutely may request it, and I hope that you're okay with me turning it into Part 2 of The Innkeeper's Daughter, because, damn... I'm loving that man!!

The Innkeeper's Daughter, Part 2

One MILLION "thank yous" to @fandom-blackhole who let me take inspiration from This Ask for the original Anon and This follow-up Ask from me, and let me run wild with the premise of Pero Tovar falling in love with a woman who works at an inn.

The Innkeeper’s Daughter, Part 2

Part 1

Word count: 3000+

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Pero Tovar x “You” (OC cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Reader’s first time (but this is NOT meant to be a ‘virgin kink’ fic); mature and vulgar language; euphemisms; slow-burn; Pero Tovar being super sexy and caring; kissing; vaginal fingering; oral sex/F receiving; unprotected P/V sex; a little bit of morning-after insecurity on Reader’s part

You broke the kiss and leaned your head back against the wall, breathing heavily and thoughts running wild. Pero’s face was still so new to you, up close. You were learning to read him better. His stony scowl seemed to make up the bulk of his expressions, and other than the pure hatred and anger that had twisted his face after the other man had called you a ‘whore,’ he only seemed to have a softer version of the scowl. On anyone else you would have called it a frown, but on Pero it practically registered as a glow.

You looked up into his eyes as he brought one of his broad thumbs to your cheek to sweep away a tear.

“I have to finish serving the customers. I can’t leave Father alone on a Saturday night.” You kissed him again, and then another before you found the strength to pull yourself away again. “But I want to see you tonight. After I’m done.”

Pero nodded and tilted your chin up with his calloused fingers. “Tonight. I will come to your room.” He kissed you deeply, then scattered a trail of kisses up your nose to your forehead. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and then murmured. “Until then, mi alma.”

You broke the embrace reluctantly, steadying yourself with a sigh as you walked away, smoothing your apron down. You looked back once at Pero where he stood at the end of the hall. His face looked soft, and the hint of a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he gazed at you. You fought the urge to abandon your post and run back to him, and you lifted your fingers in a little wave as you re-entered the barroom.

Thankfully all of the guests had returned to their own affairs, resuming their raucous drinking and eating, the bar brawl entirely forgotten. Your father looked at you with an arched eyebrow and you smiled and shook your head, reassuring him that you were fine. You busied yourself with attending to customers, tucking coins into your pockets and ferrying empty plates and mugs to the kitchen.

Your chest ached every time you inhaled, desperate for the evening to end, to see if Pero would fulfill his promise of coming to your room. You weren’t nervous, far from it - you were eager and willing and excited. You weren’t a high-born lady, required to keep her maidenhead intact in order to form an alliance with some prince. You just hadn’t had the opportunity yet. None of the young men in the village had been interesting enough for you to want to steal away to a hayloft or secluded part of the forest with. But Pero… he was different. Mysterious and well-traveled, closed-off until he had bared his soul to you in the back passage. You were ready, well past an age where you could make up your own mind, and you had said yes, grasped the opportunity to lay with a man who excited you.

You weren’t sure exactly what would happen after tonight, whether Pero would stay in the village or leave, ask you to come along with him or insist that you stay put. You dared not think too far ahead, letting your immediate tasks occupy you as the conversations of the guests flowed, filling your head with a buzz that blessedly distracted you from the clenching and throbbing in your gut.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, the last customers dribbled out of the door, laughing and shouting their way down the lane. You washed the final stack of dishes, wiped the tables, and handed Father the last of the coins from your pocket. Your beaded brow had nothing to do with the exertion of your labor, and everything to do with thoughts of the handsome Spaniard who had promised you a visit.

You fairly flew to your room at the top of the stairs, discarding your soiled apron and dress. You poured fresh water into your basin, adding a few dried summer wildflowers from the sachet in your drawer, and used part of a cake of fine soap that Father had gifted you at Christmas. It was nothing like the exquisite ointments or fancy perfumes that ladies used, but when you were done your face and body were scrubbed clean, and you were certain that Pero would be enamored of your efforts. He had noticed your dress, after all.

You donned your cleanest nightdress and then hesitated. Should you get into bed, or sit in your side chair? You decided to tuck yourself under the covers and read for a bit by the lamp. You heard no noises from the rest of the house, though you listened with eager ears, only half-attentive to your book. Time dragged on interminably. Just as you were growing a bit drowsy, you heard a tap at your door. Your pulse raced and you swung your legs out of bed, dashing the few steps to the door.

“Who is it?” You whispered.

“Pero, mi alma.”

You swung the door open, beaming up at him. You reached one hand out to take his and pulled him into the room, almost not believing that he had come. But as you closed the door and he crowded you against it to kiss you again, you sunk into the reality of it. He was here, he was real, he was yours.

You felt a sense of urgency, the desire to pull him into your bed immediately and get right to lovemaking. But you fought against the urge to hurry, tried to memorize every one of Pero’s kisses as he held you tight between him and the door, one large arm wrapped around your waist while the other cupped your jaw tenderly. You found yourself almost whimpering as he kissed you, his tongue sweeping your mouth with passion. This was heaven. If this is how men made love, you could get used to this.

At length, Pero pulled away from you, gazing deep into your eyes. “Mi alma… you are a maiden, yes?”

You nodded, feeling suddenly shy. He had guessed as much in the hall downstairs, telling you that he would show you everything you needed to know, show you how to please a man. Now that it was a matter of actual discussion, your lack of experience felt like a burden. Would you be able to please him? Would he still be in love with you if you were clumsy or awkward?

Pero tilted your chin up and spoke low, serious in tone. “I will be gentle. It may hurt at first, but after that you will feel great pleasure. I will make sure of it.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Pero’s question wasn’t meant to embarrass you, but rather to ensure that you would be comfortable and safe. Your shyness ebbed away, replaced by a glowing pride that you had chosen such a careful man to be your first.

“I trust you, Pero. I am ready.” You smiled and leaned up to kiss him once more. He stepped back and you took his hand to lead him to your bed. He sat on the edge and you paused for a moment.

“Should I put the lamp out?”

Pero shook his head, that gentle smile tugging at the corner of his mouth once more. “No, mi alma. Leave it lit. I want to see you.”

And there was that eagerness again, your heart pounding against your ribs as Pero took your hand and pulled you to stand between his knees where he sat. He placed both hands on your hips and gazed up at you with the same expression of hunger that you had seen on his face downstairs when he professed his love in the passageway. A quiet moment stretched long and sacred between you.

Pero dropped his hands to the hem of your nightdress and lifted it, looking up at you for permission. You nodded and he pulled it higher, skating the material against your thighs and hips, until it reached your waist. You took the fabric in your hands and lifted it up and off your head, dropping it on the floor at the foot of the bed. You felt as if you should be shy, but you couldn’t find it in yourself. The way that Pero gazed at you, the way his hands stroked from your thighs to your hips to your waist, the fact that you could see his erection straining against the thin material of his trousers - it made you feel powerful and special.

Pero wrapped one of his hands around to cup your butt, bringing you closer against him. You draped your hands over his strong shoulders. He cupped one breast and brought his mouth to the nipple, licking and then suckling against you, his tongue hot against your skin. You felt desire stirring, a throbbing between your legs that mirrored your heartbeat. You tangled your fingers in his hair and moaned softly.

“Oh, Pero. That feels wondrous.”

He let go of your ass and brought his hand to your front, softly stroking your thigh and nudging your legs apart. He cupped his hand there, holding it firmly against your sex, and you nearly wailed at the sensation, the delicious contrast of Pero working his mouth at the same time that his hand was touching you so intimately.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back, feeling his fingers explore you. He stroked your center softly with his largest finger, bringing wetness forth and then pushing it back between your folds. You felt your pleasure building, something below your navel twisting itself higher. Then Pero’s finger found your sensitive bud and he began circling it, building the pressure until you felt the dam burst. You brought the back of your hand up to your mouth and stifled a moan as you felt your cunt throb and quiver, stealing your breath and sending your head reeling.

As the sensation began to slow, you felt Pero stroke you again and then insert his finger up into your folds. It felt amazing, like it belonged there. He probed you gently and then pushed it further in. You felt the breath return to your lungs and then you looked down at him. He released his mouth from your breast and placed a kiss to your stomach.

“Is this alright, mi alma? Am I hurting you?”

You shook your head. “No, Pero. It felt good. It feels good.”

He smiled and then released you. “Lay down for me.”

You lay in the center of your small bed, looking up at him expectantly as he stripped his tunic off. You nearly gasped at his beauty, his golden skin marred by scars, his broad shoulders muscled after hours and hours of fighting. And when he peeled his pants down from his narrow hips, you were astonished at his cock, bobbing proudly up and erect. You wondered again at your lack of shyness, finding only that you felt womanly, proud of the way that his body was making his desire for you so apparent.

Pero kneeled on the bed next to you and surprised you by peppering kisses across both of your ankles and shins. His soft scruff tickled your skin, and you giggled at the sensation of it.

You reached a hand out to touch his shoulder. “Pero, what are you doing?”

He paused and looked at you, "Every inch of you is the most beautiful thing God ever created." Pero laid a kiss to one kneecap and then the other, continuing his trail up your thighs. “It would be a grave sin if I failed to worship every inch of you with my lips, mi alma.”

He kissed across your belly and ribs, your arms and breasts, and finally came to a stop at your lips. When you tangled your fingers in his hair, he brought his hand once again to stroke your sex, bringing a moan from you that he matched with his own deep growl.

He pulled away and positioned himself near your knees.

“Open your legs for me. I want to kiss you there, mi alma.”

You smiled at Pero and shifted your knees apart, watching his face grow darker with lust as your legs fell open. He whispered a few words in his native Spanish and licked his lips before leaning down. The first laps of his tongue were gentle, and you watched him close his eyes in satisfaction. His tongue grew more insistent, and you soon closed your own eyes, biting your lip to keep quiet as you tossed your head back in ecstasy.

Pero worked his tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves, pausing only to insert two fingers into you before he continued to lick you with vigor. You felt your climax building again. With a few strokes of his fingers inside of you, Pero brought you to the precipice before your pleasure overtook you, throwing you over the edge as you clenched hard around his thick fingers.

When you opened your eyes, you found him gazing up at you, lazily stroking your hip before dipping his head to place a kiss there.

He shifted himself to kneel between your legs, stroking his proud length a few times. You looked up at him through your haze of desire, reaching your arms up to circle around his neck where he leaned over you. He dipped his head to kiss you once.

“Open your legs very wide for me, hmm?”

You nodded and propped your feet wide apart, knees bent up. You felt Pero position himself against your folds, then a slight pressure as he entered you, stopping just inside. He searched your face as you took two deep breaths and nodded up at him, encouraging him to continue. He slotted his mouth against yours, tongue working deep into you as he slid his cock inside of you the rest of the way. You inhaled sharply through your nose as Pero continued to kiss you. It did feel painful, but the feeling lessened as he moved inside of you and back out.

Pero pressed his forehead against yours. “Are you alright, mi alma? The first time is the worst. After this you will only feel pleasure.”

“I’m alright, Pero,” you whispered. “It did hurt but it’s getting better. Keep going, my love.”

He kissed you again and kept his pace even, thrusting into you again and again. As the pain ebbed away you started to feel another pressure building, and this time you knew what would happen when the dam broke.

You closed your eyes and let the feeling of Pero’s cock brushing against your sensitive bud carry you into your third climax. At the first throb and clench, Pero buried himself deep and stayed there, reaching one hand down to thumb at your clit. The thrumming in your core intensified, and a deep groan issued from Pero’s throat at the feeling of you squeezing around him. This third climax was the best one yet, slow and steady, and you felt it from your scalp to your toes. You wanted it to last forever, and you were sad when it burned itself out with a whisper.

Pero kissed you deeply, then nudged your chin up with his nose to place kisses along the column of your throat.

“Better, mi alma?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “So good.”

Pero hummed against your skin and then thrust into you a handful of times more before he unsheathed himself and sat back on his heels. His face was intense, almost a scowl as he stroked himself to completion, catching his spend in his open palm.

He unfolded his legs and crossed to your basin, wiping his hand on your damp linen washcloth before coming back to where you lay on the bed.

“Do you want me to stay, or to go, mi alma?”

You sat up and reached a hand out to him. “Please stay.”

The next day dawned bright and sunny, the light from the thin curtains streaming across your face. You smiled at the warmth of it, mirrored by the warmth of Pero’s bulk pressed against your back, his solid arm slung over your midsection. Were it not for waking to his presence, last night might have been a dream.

You rolled over to face him, finding his face relaxed. You pressed a kiss to his soft mouth.

“Pero,” you whispered. “Wake up.”

He cracked one eye open and grunted at you. You laughed softly and kissed him again.

“Was I good?” You whispered to him. “Last night, I mean? Were you happy?”

Pero opened both eyes in surprise and regarded you with confusion. “Yes, mi alma. But why are you asking me that?”

You felt a bit shy but answered him honestly. “I was worried. I thought that if I was not experienced at coupling with you, that you- well… you might not be pleased, and you would fall out of love with me.”

Pero sat up and pulled you to rest against his chest. You heard his heart beating and closed your eyes. He would not be doing this if he were displeased. He would not have stayed the night with you.

“I told you in the passageway, mi alma, that I had fallen in love with you. But that was not the truth.”

Your breath caught in your throat. If that was a lie, then why had he come to you in the night? Why had he done those things with you?

Pero continued, “The truth is that I fell even more in love with you last night, when you gave yourself to me so openly and let me bring you pleasure. If you will let me, I will spend the rest of my life between your legs, mi alma. I want nothing more than to pleasure you every day for the rest of my life.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. Was he proposing marriage?

“Pero, I-”

“Mi alma, if you will have me, I want to be your husband.”

You drew your head back and looked up into his deep brown eyes. His face was the most open and relaxed you had ever seen it, the scowl entirely wiped from his visage.

“Yes, Pero. Yes.”

He released a breath you didn’t realize he had been holding, and then Pero rolled you down into the sheets to kiss you with abandon.

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Most Precious Treasures

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe

Precious Sea Glass Series

Pairings: Dragon!Pero Tovar x Nereid f!Reader

Series Rating: M [This portion is all fluff, however]

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: Pero takes you to his real home for the first time.

Notes: This is an ask answer regarding our favorite dragon and his lil Nereid by @darkstarcomics and you all can thank her for this 💙

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Leisure flights were far and few between as the war continued to tear across the continent, watching as hundreds of lives were lost among magic-born and human alike as the worshipers of the Elder Fae continued their attempted assaults, but for Pero a time like this was one he cherished. Just him, the sky, and you. The feeling of your small form nestled against him, safely secured in the ridge of his spines, was a balm against the continued threats.

“Again?” Your request made him rumble out a soft chuckle before his spines flared a little as he performed a large loop in the air, your grip tight as you laughed with the thrill of the upside-down aerial act, and Pero basked in it. Your laughter wasn’t rare but with the rising threats and the fact that the meré had become more bold in the bay waters you and your siblings had taken up arms alongside the selkie to start battling them back.

Pero soared over the ocean and wondered what you would think, having already seen his dreyerie above Kvia laden with such vast treasures, but he suspected you would be impressed. It was this day that would expose the most of him to you, all of his most precious things he kept far away from the world revealed, but with you Pero knew he had nothing to fear or worry over.

You were sweet and gentle with his heart, always giving and cherishing him and eroding away at his hard edges, giving you this last part of him was nothing shy of surrendering fully to your love.

“Oh- Pero look at that island!” Green and lush forests ahead were shimmering with wilding magic, your eyes widening in further delight as several water-born dragons breached the sea’s surface to bellow out a greeting to him before diving back into the dark waters, and the earthen dragons stretched up to wave as he flew over. You delighted in the way their movement revealed that the things you’d thought as landscape were living beings, one such earthen dragon stretching out and revealing that it wasn’t a cliff you’d flown over.

“This is amazing! Is this your home?” His rumbled agreement made you let out a little sigh of delight, several air attuned dragons appearing out of the clouds to weave around him; he grumbled a warning and the youngest few backed off, only the elder responded with a rumble of her own but she too waved and returned to looping around the clouds like her offspring. The warmth of the volcano ahead sent him smiling, his own fire-attuned brethren perking up, and Pero heard the loud and familiar call of his mother.

His roar of a reply earned several echoed cries as his clutch siblings watched him fly overhead, your little squeak as he abruptly dove into the mouth of the volcano making him chuckle, and he slowed his descent to glide gently into his dreyerie before changing forms to his bipedal body. His thumb brushed away a smear of water from the clouds and soot from the air, making you laugh lightly, and he couldn’t help but capture your lips in a kiss that you happily responded to.

“So this is the little saint? I don’t know what’s more impressive, that you found anyone who can put up with your attitude or that you found someone pretty who can tolerate you, mijo.” His mother’s disruption made you step back and Pero turned to see that she was smiling, there was pride in her eyes and relief speared through him, he would never admit it to anyone but he had wanted his mama’s approval.

“Oh, I’m no-��

“You do not need to tell me he isn’t a challenge, I raised the boy, but I am pleased that he is not alone any longer. Welcome to our home, your home, mija.” Pero watched as his mother captured your hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead, the spell of protection that would allow you to enter this place even without him and ensure the volcano would never harm you, and he hated that such easy acceptance made his eyes water.

After promising to join his mother and siblings for an evening meal he found himself alone with you at last, your eyes bright with tears of your own, and your heartbeat thundering as you smiled at him.

“Your mother is very kind, and energetic, Pero. I really like her.” He preened at the response, unable to help himself, he was proud of his roots and knowing that you liked his kin was enough to soothe most of his secret worries. He captured your hand in his and tugged, allowing you to follow after him, and you peered around the large open space that made up his real home. Your eyes traced the shining crystals that lined the very walls, the volcanic sand superheated into a cavern of luminescent obsidian prisms, and then onto his treasures.

“What is- this is moonspun silk?” The bolts of fabric were all stacked neatly and shimmering with a silver glow, the silk could only be crafted by a Priestess of the Huntress during the full moon and was exceedingly rare, and he’d never had a use for the material given its delicate nature. Until he met you, of course, Pero had considered asking a tailor to use the fabric to craft you clothes but had not done so just yet. Your eyes found the long wooden planter and you gasped, the vibrant array of rainbow petaled flowers adding color and life to his home.

“Prism lilies, these were said to only thrive among the Diminutive Fey courts.” He nodded and you took in the opulent carpets, the very large array of custom swords and even his spare sets of armor all made his scales he had shed over his lifetime.

Each item held something more personal to him than the wealth, the cloth had come from a priestess who he had saved from being raped and held captive by several dark sorcerers long ago when she was still a child. The flowers had been given to him with the planter because he’d helped slay an Ent taken by disease that couldn’t be killed by the Diminutive Fey. The swords came from dwarven smithies that had needed his flame to replenish their forge, the armor from scales shed during battles he and his kin fought to protect this land from the wyverns and Ancient dragons.

All of these things were more than just wealth to him, they were reminders of the good he had been able to do in his life. Watching you take them in, to see the things he truly felt the most proud of with such a smile, made his heart leap. He couldn’t help but capture you in an embrace, begin telling you the story of each item, and Pero watched you take every item with a new respect.

“There is something more precious than all of these things.” His comment made you turn and the light from the few charmed crystals reflecting off the obsidian walls caught you in a way that created a halo around you. It was a breathtaking image that he would cherish for the entirety of his life.

“There is?” Your eyes danced with delight as you turned to look around, to see what you might have missed, and Pero guided you to the large section of obsidian that was smooth and flat. His reflection and yours staring back at you both.

“Sí, is is you, mi amor.” Tears gathered in your eyes and Pero leaned into the kiss you gifted him, pressing you into the crystal surface when you dragged him back, and heat ignited under his skin just having you here in his home with his kin. For now you were here safe, protected, and you were his.

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The holiday fic for the grump and his person! Everyone thank @oonajaeadira for giving me the idea.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff. Lots of fluff. Lack of holiday drama.

Your second Christmas with Pero, because the first wasn't anything special.

You hummed to yourself as you set the presents out under the little fake tree, just for you and Pero. You still had two more days until Christmas, but you liked to be prepared. Especially since William and Mel would be joining you for dinner Christmas night. 

It would be nice to have some company. Last year, Tovar’s first Christmas in this time, you'd been busy and distracted with explaining things to him. The day hadn't been much.

You were hoping for something a little more this year. 

Arms around your waist made you smile, and Pero nuzzled into the back of your shoulder from behind. 

“Too busy,” he grumbled. “Come back to bed.”

“I'm getting ready,” you reminded him gently, laying your hands over his. “Remember? We've only got two more days.” 

He grunted, clearly displeased. “Too busy,” he repeated, his grip on you tightening. “You do not have much time to relax.” 

You sighed softly, fingers stroking over the back of his hand. He was right, you hadn't had much time to relax, and your time with him had been cleaning and decorating and prepping. “Two more days and things will quiet down again,” you promised. “Besides, this is a fun time of year. I want to enjoy it while it lasts.”

With one last wordless grumble, Pero released you. “Tell me what to do.” He was a funny mix of resigned and determined, and you hid your smile. 

Your sweet grump. 

“Just have to get down the plates for dinner,” you said, turning to look at him. “And then I think I'm done for today.” 

“Which ones?” Pero stepped into the kitchen, glancing back at you. 

“On the top shelf, yes, those ones.” You watched as he reached up to grab the plates, the hem of his shirt riding up and revealing a strip of skin. He had a healthy layer of fat on him now from regular meals and regular work, still strong, still voracious, but less desperate.

You let yourself be quietly proud of that bit of padding. He wouldn't have that if not for you, after all. 

Pero got down the plates and set them on the counter for later. “Is all?” He grunted, looking back at you.

You pulled your gaze away from his midsection to nod. “Now we're done for the day.”

Pero immediately swooped on you with a playful growl, ignoring your shrieking laughter to pull you down with him. 

Christmas morning was, admittedly, lazy. Neither of you needed to be up early, there were no screaming kids (except elsewhere in the building), no urgency at all. So the two of you enjoyed a slow morning in bed together.

You did get up (against his wishes and ignoring his grumbling) to wash up and start on food. Mel was bringing food too, and the group would have a mixed feast. Honestly, you were looking forward to that. 

Especially since by now Mel had the hang of cooking enough for everyone, including Pero the black hole. 

Pero grumblingly set the table before you could ask, and you made sure to reward him with a kiss. 

You did not let him distract you entirely, and turned away to hide your smile at the sight of his pout.

Mel and William arrived a little early, which was fine. By then, the apartment smelled delicious, and you had donned a cheerful Christmas sweater, while Pero had been gently bullied into a festive shirt. Mel showed up in a beautiful holiday dress, blue and swirling with snowflakes, hair up in a high ponytail. William wore green (and reminded you just a little of Robin Hood, not that you'd ever tell him that). 

After hugs and greetings, you and Mel set out all the food on the table while Pero and William spoke quietly together in Spanish, huddled off to one side of the living area like a couple of miscreants. Which they rather were… you decided the best course of action for your sanity would be to ignore them. 

“How are you doing?” You asked Mel, moving a plate of chicken to make more room for her dishes. 

“Actually, it's… really nice.” Mel smiled, surprised and happy. “He's nice to live with. And I like him, which helps a lot.”

“It does,” you agreed, snickering. “I hope he's less work than Pero is.” 

“Probably,” Mel agreed instantly, making you both giggle. 

“How's work going? Still a shitshow?” 

Mel made a complicated expression, and you settled in to listen to her bitch. Honestly, you loved these talks. You hadn't had a friend to talk to like this in a while, and you enjoyed it. To you, this was more rewarding than simple coffee meet ups. 

William and Pero rejoined the two of you, both relaxed. William looked at you and grinned, opening his mouth to say something only to be halted by Pero's swift elbow to his side. You eyed Pero but he looked mulishly unrepenting, so you decided to let it slide. Especially since those two had many years of history between them. William didn’t even seem to care, still grinning. So you shrugged off their antics as the giant children they sometimes were, and settled down to eat.

Dinner was delicious, and filling, and included probably a little too much wine. Mel got especially giggly after her second glass. William looked amusedly besotted, which you hadn't even realized was a thing. 

Then again, given the frequency of looks Pero shot your way, maybe you shouldn't be surprised. He looked at you what felt like every thirty seconds, fingers fidgeting with his utensils or napkin or tablecloth. But he didn't seem tense or nervous, no more surly than usual, so you dismissed it as having too much energy. 

William shooed you and Mel out of the kitchen to do dishes, with Pero packaging up leftovers. That was very nearly a gift in and of itself, giving you two another chance to collapse and relax. And maybe drink some water. 

Finally, Mel called it a night, with William at her side to make sure she didn't stumble on the way back down to her apartment. You shut the door once they rounded the corner, smiling to yourself. 

“That was fun,” you said, smiling at Pero. 

“It was,” he agreed, faintly surprised. “Was a good idea.” 

“Thanks.” You stretched your arms up over your head, still warm and sated from good food and good company. “Movie tonight?” 

He paused for a moment before he nodded. “Pick,” he told you, hands curling at his sides again. “I will return.” 

You blinked at him once but shrugged and plopped yourself on the couch as he headed back to your shared bedroom. Okay. So he was acting a little weird. Maybe he was over-socialized for the day. That you'd completely understand. Or he'd had too much to eat - you'd seen that before, several times. 

But that wasn't quite right either. 

Well. You'd figure it out. Or he'd get over whatever this was. Either way. 

You stretched your legs out in front of you, flexing your sore feet. Worth it, though, for today. 

Pero emerged from the hallway, still looking unusually shifty. Even more unusual, he had something in his hands. 

You sat up, interest piqued. But you let him approach at his own pace - asking or pushing too hard would make him even more flustered. 

And while that was sometimes fun, not this time. This, you could tell, was a bit too sensitive. 

“Is for you,” he grunted, halting a couple steps away and pushing his hands out to you, along with the small black box nestled therein. 

You took the box delicately, letting the weight of it sink into your fingers. One last curious look at Pero gave you no hints. 

So you opened the box. 

A simple gold band glinted at you from the dark velvet interior of the box, no adornments on its surface. 

Your jaw dropped. Your eyes widened. Time froze. Your heart thumped everything into overtime, rabbit-fast and hard. 

You slowly lifted your gaze to Pero.

“Will no mean anything to anyone else,” he grunted, still shifty, looking away from you and then immediately back. “Cannot legally marry you, so…” He trailed off, toughness cracking to show the vulnerable softness hidden underneath. 

“You mean it?” You asked, hands shaking. You needed to know. You needed to be absolutely certain.

“Yes.” He met your gaze finally, head on and steady, even though his fingers trembled. 

You didn't drop the box even as you leaped to your feet, grabbing him in a desperate kiss. His reply was every bit as heated. 

The two of you paused long enough for him to slide the ring on your finger, the metal cool and weighty against your skin. You both admired it for a moment, the color of it against your skin, the fit of it. It did not escape your notice that the ring fit perfectly. 

With a needy little sound, Pero kissed you again, his fingers twining through yours until the gold band pressed into both of your skin. 

In the back of your mind, you made a note to find him a ring too. 

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: June 20

Had me a long week of drowning at work, starting up a new show, and then a long weekend of continuous obligations. TBH, I’m surprised I got this much read. But how could I stay away? I want to show you what I loved this week!

PERO TOVAR

All’s Faire - chapter one and chapter two by @thewayofthemandalorian  Okay, first of all, can we all agree that this is a fantastic title for a modern Pero story about putting on a medieval faire? And that unspoken “in love and war” lingers in this enemies to lovers setup, giving me the tingles in the same way these first chapters did. Pulling up a chair now. I am ready for this. Yas. Bring it.

We Can Climb So High by @writeforfandoms  A year ago in her Born to be Wild universe, Jen brought Pero through time to land in a Ren faire. And now that he’s learned to much about the modern world, reader takes him back there. And they get the best souvenir ever. I love her modern!Pero so much. No exceptions here.

The SFW Alphabet of Little Red’s Shadow by @littlemisspascal​ I love the LRS universe and will always want more content on it. Knowing how much Pero loves his Red, just sends me. I love a gruff man who cannot find the words but feels love pull him with every fiber of his being. Devotion and protection in spades here, which is just how I like my grump.

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MULTI

How Did You Love 6 by @writeforfandoms  In this chapter, Frankie comes to the fore with his gentleness and melancholy, a comfortable friend. I’m eager to learn more about what this process is all about. If dreams were always part of the schedule, then what’s next on the agenda?

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DIETER BRAVO 

That’s Not Your Name: Part 9: Facing the Music  and Epilogue: Legal Names (again) by @blueeyesatnight Now that is a satisfying ending. Watching Dieter finally learn the hard lesson and still win? Getting the people he loves the most because he finally spoke up and stopped being so damn scared of love or messing someone else up? Dieter! That’s what love is! The chance that everything will end in disaster! But it’s worth the risk and I’m glad he took it. I really needed this little fam to fam up so hard.

Funny Girl - Saturday by @radiowallet  Live from New York, it’s MY HEART IN A VICE. Saturday is here and the feels are at a twisting high. The sex is desperate and hot and full of wants and I have now cast off all earthy possessions to follow Cat around the world and plant flowers in the shadows of her footfalls. 

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THE THIEF

Materials of a Thief - Tweed (Part 3.5) by @honestly-shite I love sugar daddy Thief. He just wants to treat someone wonderfully and wants to be treated well in return and that agreement makes him so warm, so comforting to be around. A night out at the theater sounds like a dream even it his suit is a scratchy tweed. But even if his suit is a scratchy tweed, of course he stuns in it, just as he does in every one of these stories.

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EZRA

Seven Tears part 5 and At Sea by @grogusmum  Finally, these two are getting some time alone with the help of those who know how good they are for each other and away from all the folks that wish to keep them apart. Oh to have a little cottage by the sea for a selkie!Ezra and me... And then to have him feral sex me in the waters? STOP I AM DED.

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[thesmutbasement]

Welcome to Code Red: Shark Week! All the best period sex, period.

Everything here in The Smut Basement is for 18+ friends only! Minors and unverified persons will be blocked. Please heed ALL author warnings when you click a link.

Dave York (Equalizer 2)

Rare by @ezrasbirdie (This was the first period kink fic Claire ever read, and frankly her young 42-year-old mind was not ready for how hot it was. Dave York helping you with your cramps, and he’s kinda mean, too! HOT!)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Pornstar!AU Din by @charnelhouse (Because godDAMN of course... of course only charnelhouse could write something this hot for the word count, and make me actually miss having my period. Fuuuuck, that was hot. -Claire)

Uj'ayl by @salt-is-a-terrible-currency (See? This is why we rely on submissions to feed us our smut, because without a submission, I never would have known this HOT FIC existed! I'm in love, this version of Mando is hot and direct and HOT and just... oh damn. Seriously, this was so good. -Claire)

Frankie “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

Eucharist by @gaiuswrites (Frankie Morales loves to give you oral during Shark Week - it's a scorcher!! -Claire)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Blood Magic by @danniburgh (I immediately sent a DM to Claire about this even prior to reading that it was going to make an appearance here!! I said, “I haven’t read it yet, but come on it’s Dani!” Then we both read it and wanted to scream about it together. 🥵 My pussy is throbbing right now.) - Lauren

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Size difference/Period kink Ask by @whataperfectwasteoftime (We get a 2-for-1 here! This size difference/period fic Ask takes place in Penny's Born To Run Marcus universe... and it's a DOOZY... how is this the very first Marcus Pike period fic I've read?? I have no idea, but it's choice! -Claire)

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

Get Your Motor Runnin’ by @writeforfandoms (Part of the Born To Be Wild series where Pero Tovar is dropped into modern times near a renaissance festival, this installment is delicious and depraved and HOT!!! Pero helps you with your cramps when he comes home and finds you laying on the couch in misery. Did I say hot? I meant VOLCANIC!!! -Claire)

Pedro from Across the Street (AppleTV+ “Calls”)

Period cramps Ask by @oonajaeadira (A follow up to the Kinktober smash hit “Good. Things. Take. Time.” Specialized masseur ATS Pedro takes things to a whole new level to help you out during your cycle. I think I speak for all of us when I say 🥴😵‍💫😍. -Claire)

To be continued...

Bottom of the Basement: Filthy Fic Recs Masterlist

[anamariaabolivar]

&&. announcing her royal highness, ( ana maría bolívar y tovar ), the ( 31 ) year old ( princess ) of ( venezuela ). she is often confused with ( maría gabriela de faría ). some say that she is ( paranoid & guarded ), but she is actually ( resilient & compassionate )

stats;

NAME: ana maría bolívar y tovar

BIRTHDATE: july 11, 1992

ASTROLOGY: cancer sun / sagitarrius moon / leo rising

GENDER: cis woman (she/hers)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heteroflexible? Idk, I gotta ponder on this one.

HEIGHT: 5'5"

FAMILY: santiago bolívar (father, deceased), ana victoria tovar (mother), adriana romera (eldest sister), francisco maikel bolívar y tovar (eldest brother, king), aliana nicolle bolívar y tovar (middle sister, deceased), ender bolívar y tovar (middle brother), alejandro bolívar y tovar (son, 7 years old)

tldr;

being born the youngest of 5 and a girl, ana maría was raised in wealth and privilege but without the true weight of expectations.

around 14, started dating her ex, miguel de orléans e bragança. they were high school and college sweethearts.

they broke up after a combination of factors lead to her feeling neglected/ignored, and him feeling overwhelmed.

tabloids went wild with their break up.

best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right? wrong. she got pregnant from a one night stand.

miguel and ana almost got back together, both of them thinking the baby was his. Then after a paternity leaked to the press that it was not his baby, they broke up for good.

tabloids went even more wild speculating on their break up and the father of the baby (this information was never released).

within the year of having her baby (alejandro bolívar y tovar - he's a sag), both her sister and dad were assassinated.

ana peaced out and withdrew from public life, unable to handle the tabloids, the grief, and the new baby all at once (focusing on the latter two).

2015-2018, she was rarely seen.

around 2018, she started making public appearances again, all her socials were wiped clean and she started anew.

rehabed her image and has a pretty favorable presence on social media, is a semi-frequent face on latin american TV (mainly as herself, not acting. yet.)

she has deep guilt about feeling like she was “self absorbed” around 2014-2015 and has internalized some of the negative tabloid coverage + grief. she tries to ease this guilt by thoroughly investigating her father and sister's deaths and reliving that year, but through eyes other than her own and finding true justice

she also has eased the guilt by becoming very involved with philanthropy and volunteering (her thought process: even if she will never have any meaningful political power, she still has the power to help and take care of the people of venezuela through a more direct approach)

is very protective of her son, he is NOT in many public appearances out of her concern that he will become tabloid fodder.

still finds it hard to deeply connect with people after the tabloid fiasco + losing her family

full bio;

Ana María Leonor Bolívar y Tovar presents herself on her social media as this fully modern wonder woman-type figure. She is the woman who can do it all. She's a single mother, a TV personality (with rumors of starting her own show), maintains a carefully curated instagram, is dedicated to philanthropy and is frequently seen at soup kitchens, occasionally engages in statesmanship, is almost always at Sunday mass, and still has time to invest into her own passion projects (see: investigating her own father's death). But to those she holds close, her public performance is only just that. A Performance. Ana María would liken herself to a phoenix if it didn't seem so cliché. She wasn't simply born as That Girl. She didn't become Supermom purely out of some innate drive or personality. Instead, it was forged. A mere 10 years ago, Ana María was nigh unrecognizable compared to now. She was light-hearted, carefree, deeply caring, affectionate, and absolutely in love with her Brazilian Prince Charming. They'd occasionally grace covers together. Her presence wasn't as defined, but she'd been received well by the Venezuelan public as the seemingly sweet youngest princess. But all of that changed in 2014. Never being able to put her first, after a long relationship between childhood sweethearts, Miguel broke up with her. In heartbreak and desperation to feel wanted, loved, anything at all, Ana María found comfort in another man's arms. It was only one night, but almost two months later, she'd come to find out she was pregnant. For any normal woman, on it's own this would be a traumatic enough series of events. But given her status as well as her ex's, the tabloids and gossip sites were quick to pick up such a juicy plotline. At first, the stories had mainly been of the break up and the occasional candid of her or Miguel with a friend and speculations about the nature of their friendships. Follows and unfollows were screenshotted on every social media site for the truly over-involved. It took them a while to catch onto the pregnancy. Ana María tried to wear more billowy shirts, but eventually some internet sleuths were able to deduce she was pregnant and before long, the headlines were everywhere. Ex-lovers having a child together? How would they raise the child? What does this mean for Brazil to have a new royal in the family? Out of wedlock? Though the baby came as a surprise, it seemed to have brought the couple back together. The honorable man he was, Miguel privately proposed and Ana María began to figure out living arrangements and timelines. But there were doubts and before the announcements were made, the Brazilian royal family wanted to know if they had another heir in line for the throne. It seemed unthinkable that it couldn't be his, Ana María had only been with one other man and it had only happened once. And yet, when the results came back she felt a pit in her stomach. Once read aloud, all of her worst fears had come true. Both families knew that this was not a child who would ever ascend. There were whispers of “bastard”. Ana María objected to this term. A Bastard would imply outside of a marriage, and after the paternity was discovered and heavy discouragement from his family, Miguel rescinded the proposal. It wasn't long before the paternity – or lack thereof – of her baby was leaked to the press. Suddenly, she was the cause for the break up that Miguel initiated. She was a cheating witch. Her timelines were scrutinized and picked apart for lookers-on to speculate on who could be the father of her unborn child. Even when her son, Alejandro, was born, gifts delivered to the palace were photographed for the public's inspection. No stone unturned, nothing she did went without deep analysis. It seemed unending, a barrage of waves crashing into her ceaselessly. Hit after hit after hit after- Until the unthinkable happened. Her father and sister were assassinated in Barquisimeto. The timeline and tabloids fell silent. Only candle emojis, in memoriam articles, and mass grieving by the nation.

2015 was a

horrifying, muddied year. One that she's lost track of but also is constantly haunted by. She lived in a deluge of grief, the only thing keeping her moving being her incredibly young son. She couldn't shut down, she had to keep going for him, she couldn't take his parent away too, not when he'd lost a father before even knowing him. So she drowned out as much as she could and focused only on surviving and raising her son. She largely retreated from public life for a while, rarely being seen outside the palace walls. The only photographs that can be found from that time period are candid photos from memorials, commemorations, necessary state events, the occasional picture of her slipping into or leaving the catholic church the family was known to attend, and the new royal family portraits that had to be retaken. Her social media fell silent. Those rare photos provided the only evidence to the public that the youngest princess was still in Caracas. When she reemerged nearly 3 years later, she was a different woman. Still a grieving daughter and sister in every sense, but now she had a sense of purpose and drive. She had her son to live for. And not just live for but to create a legacy for. Her social media accounts were wiped clean and reborn into a careful, curated, presence. She balanced the aspirational with the compassionate. She was responsible with the platform, using it as a way to relate to and listen to the people of her country and soon, the world. It wasn't long before she also began to make appearances on TV. Before her image was fully rehabilitated, she had to be selective with the programs and situations she appeared on, viewing it as a form of domestic diplomacy. For all intents and purposes, her rehabilitation was a success. Since her reemergence into the public sphere, she has become known in Venezuela for being one of the more accessible members of the royal family, having a closer, more personal, parasocial relationship with her viewers and followers. Not only is she seen at official state dinners, but also, to her security's chagrin, out and amongst the people more. She frequently volunteers at soup kitchens, is seen hosting fundraisers for charity events following natural disasters and other crises. Though she will never see any true form of state power, she seems to have embraced the idea of building a relationship with the people in a different, more direct way. As a public persona, all of this is perceived as admirable and generous. Her activism has lead to an increase in charity work in her own country, leading to a near immeasurable impact. However, to those closest to her, it can sometimes come off as near compulsive. There's a deep sense of guilt in her that still lives in her chest from losing Aliana and her father. She was so busy in those last few months, so under barrage by the constant tabloid and gossip sites reporting, that she didn't see any warning signs. She didn't hear about any political unrest in the country. Her father's death was completely unexpected and some of the voices of those tabloids wormed their way inside her brain. What if she was this self-absorbed princess? What kind of princess wouldn't even notice that there was another royal family angry enough with her father to commit assassination? None of it made any sense. So, she decided she'd make it make sense. She constantly relives 2015, only not through the eyes of the tabloids this time, but through the geopolitical lens. She reads every article she can find, digs through documents, and is constantly trying to understand what happened? And why? Who would want to kill her father? It didn't make sense that it was just one family and that Francisco got appropriate “revenge”. Assassinations weren't this simple, not in the modern age. How did security miss the weapons at the speech? Was there an informant on her father's or sister's security? Who were they working with really? So she pores through it over and over and over, hoping for answers, but also hoping to plug this hole of guilt. To try to do

whatever she can for her father, even after death. And to her, that means finding true justice. Her philanthropy is also largely born out of this “self-absorbed” narrative she's internalized. Besides trying to relive the year she felt so absent from, she's also trying to prove, both to herself and any potential doubters, that she's not that person anymore. She's not self-absorbed, she does care about people and she wants to use her power to do what's best. At the moment, after being cut off from the South American trade routes and the supply chain issues that have caused food to become more scarce and more expensive in the country, a lot of Ana María's philanthropy has been directly related to hunger. It's not a passion born purely out of self-interest, but also one that does come from a genuine love for the people. However to state that it is altruistic and pure and not partially fueled by her own insecurities is simply not the full picture. Personality wise, the “performance” aspect is important for Ana María. Not in an inherently fake way. But she performs for the camera, she turns on the charm and reminds the nation of this relatable but aspirational woman. As a mother, she performs as both father and mother figure for her son. After all, after coming away so emotionally battered from the last break up, she hasn't exactly jumped into many new relationships. There is also, by necessity, a performance aspect in respects to social media. While it is always a performance to some degree, Ana Maria's relationship is slightly more tenuous with the medium. It has been used both in her destruction and trauma but also a tool in her image rehabilitation. There are multiple levels of performance that Ana María engages in with these platforms. It's a dynamic relationship, but critical to her outward image and public perception. Due to much of the trauma she endured, she is also extremely cognizant of the public-personal role divides and the nature of parasocial relationships. Because of this, like in this bio, she does not put Alejandro in the public spotlight that often. He may be at state events if necessary, but for the most part, she does her absolute best not to post pictures of him, and to keep her motherly anecdotes in line with respecting his privacy. She also tries not to expose him to paparazzi or other people that may try to infringe on his privacy before he's even fully aware and able to make those decisions for himself. However, he's now 7 years old and has entered school. Ana María knows it is only so long that she can keep him protected and out of the public eye as much as she has. She also knows that at some point, he may hear some of the old rumors resurfacing. Though she's done the work to try and change her public image, she's still come away deeply scarred and suspicious of others. Her father and sister were murdered, she still isn't fully certain of who leaked the paternity of her son to the press, and in her most vulnerable moments she was mocked and ridiculed by the media. While she's very warm in public and in her public personas, in can be difficult to get close to her. She tends to be slow to trust, more introverted, and far more concerned with strengthening the core relationships in her life than she is newer ones. However, her former self is not all lost, just buried deeply under her protective shell. Her son still sees her unencumbered smile. Her family still knows her affection and loyalties. And the person she portrays on TV has a glimmer of that naivete she once possessed. She cares deeply for those closest to her. Both in life and beyond. She will not let her past, her title, or her traumas hold her down. She will carve out a path for her and her son. And no one will stop her. Not if she has anything to say about it.

headcanons;

ana maría and alejandro love a zoo, aquarium, etc. anything with animals. expect a zoo thread any time the location changes.

she's fluent in and teaching alejandro english and brazilian portuguese, as well.

she has been known to show up late to evening events because she wants to put Alejandro to bed herself.

ana maría is floating a talk show idea with a network right now, probably will be filming pilot segments when she has the chance.

she majored in art history in college. i don't know what she was planning on doing with the degree, that got cut short and she hasn't told me what she wanted to do yet. but it likely informs her aesthetics.

when rebuilding her image, she probably worked with some photographers/ig accounts (or burner accounts) to help take some semi-flattering photos that looked like candids.

brings her son with her wherever she goes (city-wise, not to all public events).

was a dancer in her youth. she started in ballet but mostly did ballroom. never competed, but likely could have if it didn't seem like such a security risk.

wanted connections;

old/former friends - whether the friends fell away because back in  ana maría’s Trauma Era, her reputation was too toxic, she became too boring after the baby, or  ana maría  ghosted them after her family passed away, i imagine  ana maría  has probably lost a decent amount of friends during that time.

childhood/close friends - this category is probably much smaller, but i’m sure a few people stuck around through the mess and also didn’t mind very sporadic conversation for a few years.

family friends - being the youngest of 5 and a royal family, i am sure there are some family friend type connections. whether they’re friends with francisco or would be with the family, i’m sure ana maría is passively aware at them at least.

pet owners - alejandro wants to pet and befriend every animal in the neighborhood.

philanthropy partners - one of the main reasons ana maría is here is for philanthropic endeavors trying to help the people of venezuela. she’s not about to be upfront about the issues going on in venezuela, but she’ll definitely be looking to work on projects specifically dealing with food security and environmental protection.

people wanting to take advantage? - good luck, francisco tells her absolutely nothing, but if you enjoy a challenge, go for it.

if u made it this far, have a playlist.

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Sweetest of Exiles - One

Summary: When Oberyn Martell travels to Essos for exile, he found more than he anticipated when he first lays eyes on Pero Tovar, his brother-in-arms in the Second Sons mercenary company. While Pero is a bit resistant to his Oberyn’s overt charms at first, the Prince always gets what he wants. When the Second Sons are hired to rescue a wealthy merchant’s daughter, Oberyn learns there is much more to the grumpy sellsword. And Oberyn doesn’t mind sharing–especially when the merchant’s daughter smiles at him like that.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Pero Tovar, (past) Pero Tovar x F!Reader (No Y/N), future--it is a surprise.

Rating for this chapter: T for mentions of blood, guts and gore...magic. My overuse of italics. 

Word Count: 5k

A/N: I wrote most of this drunk (or buzzed). I am still riding my red wine high so I almost apologize for the nonsense. If you have any questions about the ASOIAF lore/geography that I’m mentioning, please send me an ask or a DM! I’m always happy to ramble about this series.

(thank you to my love, @starlight-starwrites for the absolutely gorgeous banner. I love you.)

Or read on Ao3 here!

CHAPTER ONE: The Mercenary

Oberyn had always wondered what he looked like when fucking someone. He had looking glasses set up in one of his lover’s rooms so he could try to catch a glimpse himself. But his unrelenting need to keep his partners satisfied always won out over his curiosity.

But then the gods seemed to have a sense of humor when they sent him away from Dorne after he might-have-killed Edgar Yronwood. The Citadel and Oldtown had entertained him for a moment but it soon bored him and he set off across the Narrow Sea to Essos. While the Second Sons mercenary company welcomed him and his sword arm, his eyes were firmly trained on the man toward the back of the company with the scar down his face.

His face.

And well, his time away from Dorne just became much more interesting.

**

It had taken almost an entire year of not-at-all subtle flirting and propositions and nearly losing their lives time and time again before Pero found himself tumbling into the Prince of Dorne’s bed. The Prince was definitely persistent, Pero would never admit that his charms—his annoying charms—had worn him down instead of Pero’s selfish desire for release while the company was too far away from any sort of willing woman and his hand just wasn’t cutting it. But the Prince had been attentive—willing to let Pero wrap his scarred and rough hand around his throat when he was pressing him into the threadbare bedroll in the quiet corner of camp.

The prince felt good—and he knew how to make Pero feel good.

It was infuriating—he wanted to strangle he smug smirk right off the prince’s face but he knew that the Prince was only capable of enjoying when someone’s hand was around his throat. But he had to admit that he had finally found a true friend (and not just release) with the man who looked strangely like him.

It had been nearly two decades since he could speak with someone as openly as he did when he was alone with the prince in their tent.

But his mind still drifted—to years ago. To his life before finding coin in the service of the Second Sons.

“You make the moon shine brighter, Pero.”

It was childish of him, stupid, to still think of her all these years later. Surely she had forgotten him. They had just been children—he had just been a third-born son of a disgraced lord from Valysar and she had been… she had been everything.

“You are pensive, Tovar.” The prince’s voice cut through his reverie.

He had thought the prince asleep—spent from a long day’s ride and a quick, near-desperate fuck as soon as their shared tent was erected. “It is dark, princeling. You cannot see me.”

Oberyn chuckled. “I know your brooding silences from your angry quiet.”

“You think a great deal of yourself, don’t you?” He grumbled, rolling his eyes despite the dark.

“I believe you think a great deal of me, as well.”

Pero sighed.

“Tell me what weighs on your mind.”

“Nothing that concerns you. Go to sleep.”

Oberyn laughed. “I will find out what has you brooding.”

“Do not hold your breath, princeling.”

He only laughed.

Pero was not sure when they had both fallen asleep but they were both woken by a frantic yell outside their tent. The prince’s knife glinted in the dimming moonlight and Pero had never let his hand leave the hilt of one of his smaller swords as they charged outside. They expected an ambush—a retaliation from the Tyroshi they had just pushed back on behalf of Lys—but instead, they found a disheveled man, bloodied and bruised and desperately limping toward their camp, frantically waving his hands above his head, shouting something in the Myrish bastard Valyrian dialect.

Pero sheathed his blade as he finally started to realize what the man was babbling. “Calm yourself, man.” Pero said, stepping in front of Oberyn.

The man nearly collapsed as he reached them, big, brown eyes shining in the moonlight. “They took her. They took her—I barely escaped.” He continued to jabber and Pero mostly listened—having heard desperate pleas from hundreds of men and women over the years of his service in the mercenary company—the man’s story consisted of being surrounded on the road to Myr by a group of religious zealots. The story was not an unfamiliar one. The Free Cities were known to erupt with pockets of violence; the causes ranged from trade disputes, claims to land, religion, and everything in between.

Pero had heard it all.

But then the man opened his mouth, blood drying on his chin, and said, “but they took her—they wanted her.” And a name pushed by the man’s bruised lips—a name he hadn’t heard in years.

Before he could stop himself, Pero reached out and grabbed the man by the collar of his tunic and hauled him to his unsteady feet. “Tell me where.”

**

The captains deliberated for only a few short moments before refusing to take the charge.

The fact that the woman was Qohorik had negated the fact that the Myrish magistrate who had fought his way to their camp had promised a princess’ ransom and promised that her father, a prominent merchant, would double it for her safe return. The Second Sons had been humiliated generations ago at Qohor and had not taken any bounties or contracts from the city or its inhabitants since then.

The Second Sons gave the magistrate—Orestes, his name was—some water and a bit of feed for his exhausted horse and then told him to leave. They would not go.

And Pero was an angry man. He had wrath in his blood since he was a boy, tempered only with bouts of relief and quiet. But this had sent him into a near rage with how flippant they captains had been when they had delivered their decision. Of course, he had not mentioned that the woman Orestes had pleaded to be rescued had been…her. Or how he knew her. Attachments like that were frowned upon, even by mercenaries. Soft hearts made easy targets.

But as the sun set the next day, Pero knew what he had to do. Even if he was alone. He packed his bare essentials, mostly worried about his sack of coin and weapons, and then pushed out of the tent-

-only to be met with the smirking face of the princeling. “Come, I have a surprise for you.”

“I do not have time for this.”

“Yes, you do,” Oberyn said with a broadening smirk as he turned away, leading Pero further away from camp as the moon continued her climb up into the inky sky. And why was Pero following him? He had to leave. He had to find that stupid magistrate. He had to-

There were about two dozen Second Sons, including one of the company’s healers, waiting at the tree line with their packs and mounts. Oberyn’s smirk reached its peak as he winked over his shoulder at Pero who only scowled in return. The Magistrate—Orestes—was standing with them, looking more than a little out of place with his rumpled fine clothes, now stained with dirt and blood. But he offered a tentative tilt of his head when Pero stepped up to the group with Oberyn.

“What did you do?” Pero hissed.

“I formed my own mercenary company,” Oberyn replied with a roll of his shoulders. “I know you are brighter than this, Tovar.”

If possible, his lips formed an even thinner line.

“Do not pout. We are going to save the damsel and get paid.” There was a cheer from the small band of men—both Tovar and Orestes were the only ones who did not seem to enjoy it. But soon they were on their way, each step taking them further away from the strange safety of the Second Sons and into the wilds of Essos.

**

Orestes, Pero found, was fond of speaking to anyone who would listen. His voice was pleasing but Pero preferred the quiet in most instances. But, he supposed it was necessary to learn just how he had ended up fleeing to the Second Sons in a desperate plea for help.

Orestes and his companion had been traveling from Qohor to Myr—and Pero tried very hard to not grind his teeth every time Orestes referred to her as ‘my lady’—to allow her to see more of Essos and to return Orestes to Myr after his year-long residency to Qohor that had been in the name of strengthening trade routes and agreements.

(“But, of course, I found myself more entranced by the city and its people than my fellow magistrates’ mandates that I was told to quickly solidify.” He sighed, the sound only a lovelorn man could make and Pero could not stop the grinding of his teeth at that.)

But on the road between Volantis and Myr, a group of heavily armed, religious zealots had slaughtered their small band of traveling companions and guards and took her and Orestes captive in a plot to gain the knowledge her father was keeping secret.

Her father, Lord Ollo, had been one of the famed smiths in Qohor who still knew the secrets of re-forging Valyrian Steel. The famed metal had become a treasure since the Doom and those who could work with the fickle and strong metal were regarded as lords and wielded their power like nobility, too. Travelers from all across Essos sought him out for new weapons, armor, and the occasional piece of jewelry from bits of Valyrian Steel and he had gained a reputation for being excessively secretive but the best at his trade. His wife was a noble woman and had raised his status with their marriage while providing her with the lifestyle on par with princesses.

But Pero knew all of this. He had seen it firsthand. He had supped with him and felt his lady-wife’s fingers tug at his boyishly poorly cropped hair with a fond smile. He knew that their home, an imposing fortress deep in the Forest of Qohor, always smelled of fire and metal and drying flowers.

It smelled…like home.

Well, it had. For a time. A long time ago.

And Orestes never needed to know that—never needed to know that the only reason he had a small band of mercenaries at his call was because the Prince knew that the woman, whose name he could not even say aloud, meant something to Pero.

For all his pride and well-earned arrogance, Oberyn was a good man, Pero had to admit. (He would never actually say this to Oberyn, his ego was big enough without the extra fodder.) And he would have to find a way to repay the prince-who-had-everything in some fashion. Pero’s pride would not allow this kindness to be left unpaid.

Orestes went on to explain that the zealots thought attaining the knowledge of Valyrian Steel would allow them the proper way of sacrificing in order to satiate the supposed blood lust of some old, stupidly named god. They hoped to trade her for Lord Ollo’s knowledge.

“But you seem to know my lady,” Orestes said, turning in his saddle to look Pero straight in the face. “Do you?”

“Is she your lady?” Pero asked in return, ignoring Orestes’ question and how his stomach turned at the thought of her being alone with a group of men as delusional as the band of zealots. Thankfully, they were nearing where Orestes said he had been held captive—less than two days’ ride from their camp but they had set their horses upon the trail with haste, cutting time from their journey.

Orestes’ answering smile was small. “No. But I am blessed to know her and I will never forgive myself for leaving her behind.”

“But she told you to, didn’t she? Told you to run and not look back.” The words were out of his mouth before he could bite them back and his ever-present scowl deepened.

“You do know her. Indeed, she told me to run as soon as I was able. But not to Myr—she told me to run west.” He paused and shook his head and Pero barely caught the confusion coloring the Magistrate’s features. “I had thought the prince was jesting when he said you knew her. I am in your debt, it seems.”

“Just pay the fee you promised.”

“Of course! I would not dream of-”

“Good.” Pero dug his heels into his horse’s side and urged the animal into a faster trot. “You will keep your head, then.” Orestes said something else but Pero had already galloped away to Oberyn’s side at the front of the group. “What have you said to the magistrate?”

“Nothing of consequence.”

“Do not lie to me, princeling.” Pero scarcely noticed the men behind them slow their horses’ pace to give them room. Their relationship—if it could even be called that—was an open secret to most in the Second Sons and some of those who followed Oberyn into this new company were also willing to indulge themselves in each other’s bedrolls if the time called for it.

Oberyn only laughed. “I did not know that your obvious reaction to a lady’s name was a secret needing to be kept.”

“What else have you told him?”

“Nothing. Just as you have told me nothing. But I have still called the men who were loyal to me and the promised coin to save this woman you have kept like a secret.” Oberyn arched an eyebrow, a look Pero knew meant Oberyn was daring him to argue. “She will be safe. The Magistrate will be on his way and our pockets will be filled.” Oberyn’s dark eyes sparkled in the growing sunlight. “And I shall meet this lady of yours. She must be a sight to behold to warrant such attention.”

“She…” The words died on his tongue. How would he even try to describe her? How childish would he sound to a prince for harboring such affections for his childhood love after all this time? “She warrants much more than any man could ever give. Including the Magistrate.”

Oberyn huffed but a smile tugged at his lips. “We are nearly there, Tovar. You can make the polite introductions.”

**

Night had just started to fall, painting the sky a violent shade of orange, when Orestes had announced that the ruined castle was just over the next hill.

Pero felt his chest tighten for a moment, a shot of adrenaline he had not felt as strongly since he was a new recruit to the Second Sons facing a small horde of Dothraki.

They crested the hill and Pero saw the broken remains of a once-grand castle. A single window was lit with the dim light of a candle just as the sun disappeared behind the stone, making it look like it had absorbed the red light and bathed in an inky black.

Defense of the castle was nearly impossible with its location and the small band of mercenaries quickly surrounded it, ready to drive inside when suddenly….the door, large and rusted, opened and a single man rushed out, screaming something in what Pero thought to be Old Ghiscari and covered in…blood.

Pero turned to look at Oberyn who seemed to be waffling between amusement and confusion at the sight. He waved a hand, silently commanding two men to secure the fleeing zealot—quietly, if possible.

“It is too quiet,” Pero said as he turned back to the castle after watching the screaming man be brought to his knees and a dirty rag shoved between his lips.

Oberyn agreed. “Surely a band of zealots would make more noise. I’ve been told they’re fond of chanting.” The prince slid closer to the ruined castle, staying hidden behind the rolling hill and scattered boulders for cover.

Pero watched him move, knowing the prince had an innate talent for hearing the smallest noises—whether it be from a rabbit or a sneaking assassin, and would trust whatever his judgement was.

“If anyone is left, they are not moving.”

Pero nodded, ignoring the umpteenth time his chest clenched, and signaled for the rest of their band of men to press forward. Step by step, they neared the castle and spread out to find different entrances. Orestes stumbled in the loose dirt to stay near Pero and Oberyn and Pero grimaced when Oberyn nudged him in the side, silently telling him to allow it—at least for the time being.

Closer and closer, they crept until they Pero was able to curl his hand around the edge of the door and peel it open just enough for him and Oberyn to slip inside. Orestes tripped over a loose stone as he followed.

And Oberyn had been right.

The castle was quiet. Unnaturally so.

The grip on his swords tightened as the small group pushed further into the dark ruins. Torches were scattered and burning out in their holds on the wall, casting even more shadows against the crumbling stone. He heard the soft footfalls of his fellow mercenaries coming in through the east and west entrances but it gave him little comfort. They were alone.

Alone.

His next step made a splash and he looked down to see the toe of his boot submerged in a dark puddle. He reached out and grabbed a torch from the wall and let the dying flames shine near the floor.

It was blood.

He raise the torch just enough to light the end of the hall and sighed.

“How interesting,” Oberyn said as he glanced over his shoulder.

Blood pooled between the broken stone and drip-drip-dripped from some unseen source to puddle in the corner. Bodies were crumpled along the path and Pero turned to pin Orestes with a look. “These men were the ones who slaughtered your guards and took you captive?”

Orestes looked down at a body and seemed to bite back a gulp. “Yes.”

“It looks like they put up quite a fight.”

“It looks like they were ripped open,” Pero corrected before pressing forward. “What did this? Did they do this to each other?”

“I’ve never seen a group more cohesive than them,” Orestes said. “They never contradicted each other or spoke out of turn. They had a singular mentality, it seemed. I would not believe they turned on each other.”

“Men turn on each other all the time,” Oberyn said. “Even without cause.”

They continued forward, Pero leading. He was not sure where they were going, but he knew—instinctively—that he needed to keep moving. If another person or creature had found the castle before they did, what hope did she have? Would he find her like this, too? Reduced to a bloody corpse? Would that be the last chance he would have to see her?

But they walked on, further into the dark, catching glimpses of the rising moon in the half-collapsed windows until they turned and saw the outline of a door, lit by a dim, orange light. Without a care, Pero pushed forward, hilt of his sword still in his hand as he pushed the door open and his grip faltered.

For the first time in nearly two decades, Pero let his swords fall from his grasp.

In the corner of the small room, huddled near a solitary candle, was a woman. Not just a woman—her.

Chains wrapped around her ankles and wrists and angry, deep cuts spanned the length of her legs and arms and her fine dress had been reduced to rags. He barely registered Oberyn calling for the healer as he stepped to her side and quickly knelt down. The locks on the chains were easily undone and his roughened hands carefully prodded at the broken skin.

“Pero,” she whispered, the name sliding by her chapped lips. Her head sagged and Pero moved just enough to let her forehead rest against his shoulder. “You’re here…” her voice was rough and raspy, like she had been screaming for hours. And perhaps she had.

“I’m here.”

The healer came in, arms filled with supplies, while more than a few of their company stuck their heads into the room to see their charge. Oberyn quickly moved them back and shut the door—Pero would thank him for it later.

“Look at me. Look at me, Petal,” Pero said as the healer tutted as he looked over her wounds before uncorking a bit of firewine.

Her unfocused eyes slid to him as the healer set to work. A cry broke her chapped lips as the firewine started to spill across her legs.

Pero reached out and kept her head still, gaze on him, as the healer continued. “Just me, Petal. I am here.”

“Pe-Pero.” The name was stilted on her tongue. “Please—it hurts-” a scream tore its way out of her throat but Pero held her steady even as his chest clenched.

“I know. But it will be over soon.”

Tears gathered in her eyes and slid down her dirty cheeks as her hands shot out to grab at his armor; he could feel the heat of her touch sliding and blooming warmth through his thick tunic. But he kept her focused on him even as the healer muttered about needing more wrappings.

“I’m here, Petal. I’m here.”

**

“This is my fault,” Orestes whispered.

The company had settled into the ruins as a camp for the night, finding the rooms (where there wasn’t blood or any bodies) more comfortable than the outside ground. Pero, Oberyn, and Orestes were the last three to retire from the roaring fire they had made in the remnants of the great hall.

Pero agreed but kept that to himself. “How?”

“We travelled by Myr weeks ago. But I could not bear to part from my lady’s side—I convinced her, selfishly, to let me take her to see Volantis, Lys, Tyrosh. She had marveled at everything Norvos and Braavos had offered—even Lorath had made her wonder like a child. I wanted to give her more of that, to show her all I could.”

“And then you were set upon by zealots. Probably followed you from Dagger Lake.”

Orestes shook his head. “Our party never neared that pirate hive. The closest we came to it was when she insisted on seeing Valysar. That little town of no consequence.”

Oberyn, only briefly, touched Pero’s back and he knew the prince meant it as a comfort at the mention of Pero’s former home. Orestes did not notice it.

“But she was adamant and refused to tell anyone why. But she all but disappeared for an entire day once we arrived and would not speak of her adventures—the little box she had procured never left her side and was never opened.”

Pero almost smiled at that. She had not changed—in that respect, at least.

Orestes yawned and stood from the rickety chair. “I must retire for the night. Please alert me if my lady calls for me.”

Oberyn hummed an agreement while Pero felt his face curl into a sneer as the magistrate left the hall.

“He certainly holds a candle for his lady, does he not?” Oberyn mused as soon as Orestes was out of earshot.

“She did not ask for him once,” Pero said before reaching forward to grab the jug of terrible wine left on the table and took a large gulp.

“But she’s asked for you? Hm?” Oberyn asked, snatching the jug from him. “And you’ve yet to introduce me. I am almost insulted.”

“She needs rest, princeling.” He had made sure she was comfortable in one of the largest rooms and was happy to find that her trunks, filled with her belongings, were still intact and made sure she received them before he had let her rest for the night, making sure to let the rest of the company know that she was not to be disturbed.

“I’m sure she does.” He took a drink. “But she has also been trapped, alone, with men who meant her harm for nearly a week. You were the first friendly face she saw—do not think that I misheard her. She called for you. Pero.”

“You could walk in there now and she would not be able to tell the difference.”

Oberyn tutted and Pero stole the jug back. “I believe she would.”

Pero nearly startled when Oberyn reached out and grasped his wrist, keeping him from draining the rest of the wine. His grip was firm but gentle and a hold Pero knew well. “I thought people in Essos were more willing to indulge themselves in matters of the heart and flesh. Do not be stupid.”

And somehow…that worked. Pero slipped into her room and found her sitting on the small bed, wrapped legs atop the thin blankets and a book on her lap. In the warm candlelight, she looked almost healthy. Like she was not covered in healing salve and he didn’t know there were long, angry cuts hidden by wrappings and her thin nightgown.

She looked…so much like the girl he had left behind decades ago.

Pero remembered Lady Daeryssa smiling down at her daughter, flowers twisted into her braids.

“You are special, my star. Like me.”

“Like you, Mama?”

Daeryssa nodded and grabbed the small, blue rose she had Pero fetch just that morning and pressed her thumb against one of its thorns until blood bloomed on her skin and started to trickle down her skin. Her face was serene and Pero could not look away. Her bloodied fingers pulled the petals from the rose and she carefully pressed them against her daughter’s forehead, sticking them to her skin with blood. Words he didn’t understand slipped by her lips as she pressed another petal and then another to her daughter’s face until she stripped the flower bare.

“You will be magnificent, my star. Your trials will be hard but you will always rise above.”

“Come in,” she said, setting her book aside.

Pero did as he was told and blindly set his hands in hers as she reached out for him, letting her tug him onto the edge of her bed. “How are you?”

“I will heal.” She smiled as if nothing had caused her pain and his chest hurt. “I brought you something.” She leaned back just enough to retrieve a small box from the mess of blankets.

The box was nothing spectacular, made from a polished dark wood with a simple latch and did not weigh more than his dagger. “How did you know we would see each other again?” He asked.

She only smiled and pressed the small box further into his grip. “Open it.”

And he could not tell her no. He unfastened the latch and felt his face crumple as he looked inside. His mother’s handwriting, still beautiful and tilted, drew his eye first. He grabbed the thin bit of parchment and unfurled it.

My dear boy- I love you more than words can say. You have saved us.

The rest of the letter was filled with anecdotes, telling Pero how the coin he had sent back home kept their family afloat and settled his father’s debts, allowing his mother and brothers to stay home and retain their titles and livelihoods. He had saved them. His mother had written it at least three times in her short letter.

But I still wish I witnessed you grow into the man you are today. Come home. You are always welcome.

He quickly let the letter curl in on itself again and shoved it back in the box, knowing she was watching him, face serene and almost unreadable. He reached into the box again and let his fingers brush against something cold and smooth. A shuddering breath pushed its way out of his lung as he pulled out a small, carved wooden wolf that fit in his palm. He raised it up to press the well-worn wood against his lips, just once, before placing it gently back into the box.

“You met my family.”

“I did,” she said. “They were very kind.” She paused. “And they smile so often. I almost didn’t believe you were related to them.”

He huffed. “You never let me have a moments’ peace, Petal.”

“You were the only peace I knew as a child,” she responded.

Pero sat with her for hours under their tree after her mother had disappeared and the petals remained on her face, only falling one by one after the sun had set, leaving little bloody thumbprints across her skin. He tried to press them back onto her skin without success, and she only giggled at his attempts, leaning into each of his touches and letting him try and try again.

She collected all the petals as they fell and Pero had given up on trying to re-stick them.

“What are you doing?”

“Practice.” He watched her reach out and scratch her palm against the broken bark of the tree, slicing open her palm in a single movement.

He squawked and moved to grab her hand but she curled her fingers into a fist, crushing the petals against her bloodied palm. She took a single, long breath through her nose and then unclenched her fist. The petals rose from her bloodied hand and floated up into the air as if pulled by invisible strings. They swirled around the pair before, with another long breath, she let them fly away, disappearing into the thick of the forest.

She laughed then, a light sound that had blood rushing to his cheeks for a reason he could not explain or pinpoint at that moment. All he could mutter as she looked at him, eyes twinkling and a giggle still on her lips was…”petal.”

“Why did you leave?” She asked as he tucked the small box away into his tunic.

Pero froze. “I had to.”

A/N: please let me know what you think! I hope you guys like this! there will be three chapters. 

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MAY 2022 (part two)

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TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

Summer Rain by @skvatnavle

Sunburnt by @lore-craft (f!reader) **

Waxing Moon by @hopeamarsu (werewolf au) (f!reader) **

When Love Is True It Waits, & Oh, The Love I’ve Found by @skvatnavle

✨ Frankie Morales

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Heart Shaped by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

The Party by @juletheghoul (f!reader) (cw: infidelity) **

✨ Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller

A Lighthouse in the Dark (series) by @artemiseamoon (ofc) **

Wisteria & Moonlight (series) by @artemiseamoon (werewolf au) (black!ofc) **

Without You by @lore-craft (gn!reader) **

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

In the Dark (series) by @frannyzooey (f!reader) **

Love on the Green by @artemiseamoon (botanist!ofc)

Slick, Sweet Tooth (series) by @ezrasbirdie (dentist au) (f!reader) **

Starman (series) by @imtryingmybeskar (f!reader) **

✨ Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels

Leaving On A Jet Plane by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

Tangled Up (series) by @writeforfandoms (dragon rancher au)

✨ Javi Gutierrez

Chase the Sunset by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader)

Lavender's Blue by @writeforfandoms (cinderella au) (f!reader)

When You Were Mine (series) by @ezrasbirdie (f!reader) **

✨ Marcus Pike

New Moon, Chance Encounter by @hopeamrsu (a/b/o au) (f!reader)

prompt – marcus comforting you during a time of depression (cw:depression) by @ezrasbirdie

✨ Oberyn Martell

First Taste by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

Happenstance by @absurdthirst (f!reader) **

In Bloom by @ezrasbirdie (cw:pregnancy, sex work) (f!reader) **

✨ Pedro Across the Street (Apple TV, Calls, not RPF)

Kiss and Tell: The First Date (GTTT PATS) by @oonajaeadira (f!reader) **

✨ Pero Tovar

As Loud As We Want by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader)

Feeling That I’m Under, Born to Be Wild (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

Innocence Need Not Tremble by @brandyllyn (f!reader) **

✨ The Thief (Casillero del Diablo)

I’m Beginning to See The Light by @writeforfandoms (soulmate au) (f!reader)

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Unexpected Visitor, A Room With a View (series) by @absurdthirst (f!reader) **

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✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman)

Penny For Your Thoughts (series), Eaten Up by @eupheme (cw:age gap) (f!reader) **

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

When Jealousy Strikes by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

✨ Benedict Bridgerton

Absence of Regret by @clints-lucky-arrow (f!reader) **

Comfort by @sxftmusings (f!reader)

When He Sees Me by @sxftmusings (f!reader)

✨ Clyde Logan

Existence (series) by @clydesducktape (mintaur!clyde) (gorgon!reader) (mythical au)

✨ Frank Castle (The Punisher)

prompt – ‘can we please stop running? I think I’m dying’ by @lordabovehelpme (gn!reader) **

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✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Pressure by @floraandfrost (f!reader) **

✨ King Arthur (Charlie Hunnam)

Heart Set In Stone (series) by @velocibeewords (f!reader) **

✨ Shang-Chi (Marvel)

So, You Had A Bad Day? by @budcooper (gn!reader)

✨ Takeshi Kovacs (Altered Carbon)

Kill Me Slow With Every Kiss by @loverhymeswith (f!reader)

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Pero Tovar Fics

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Series

The Cross by @blueeyesatnight - Series Masterlist Link (Ongoing)

The Client by @absurdthirst - Series Masterlist Link (Complete)

Driving Mr. Tovar by @sirowsky - Series Masterlist Link (Ongoing)

Fighting Blind by @yespolkadotkitty - Series Masterlist Link (Complete)

Heaven on Earth by @tropes-and-tales - 1, 2, 3

Pan Dulce by @clydesducktape - Series Masterlist Link (Complete)

The Selkie by @blueeyesatnight - 1 (Ongoing)

The Spaniard Series by @absurdthirst - Series Masterlist Link (Ongoing)

One shots

As Sweet as Honey, As Tempting as Death by @221bshrlocked - Link

Born to Be Wild by @writeforfandoms - Link

Hit Me by @foli-vora - Link

Paleta by @clydesducktape - Link

The Widow and the Newcomer by @lilkermit14 - Link

Where He Is Compelled to Stay by @oonajaeadira - Link

Asks

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