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Title: Crown For Two {5}

Henry Cavill AU x OFC Xari Thornton AU

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing, Cheesy Christmas Themes, Slow Burn,

Words: 4.3k

Summary: Xari Thornton is a travel photographer with a blog and social media that garners some heavy-duty traffic. People tune in to see where she is and what she’s doing there, all in hopes of either living vicariously through her or to plan their next vacation.

Her slogan; “Traveling the path to the most off-beaten places, so you don’t have to.”

Her next stop on her four destination travel itinerary of “Places You May Never Have Heard Of” is Sandvell, a small European country. When her plane makes an impromptu stop due to bad weather, she has no idea where she is. It feels like she’s stepped inside of a snow globe and back in time in a modern way. It leaves her fascinated.

This bad weather forces her to stay at an Inn, The Beaux, for the night. Rather than letting the hours tick by in her room, she explores and meets the friendly locals. While taking photographs, one local in particular captures her lens with eyes as blue as the ocean and a jaw that was chiseled from stone. They strike up conversation during their time drinking at one of the local bars, Ickles. Once they separate, she gets herself into a harrowing situation.

As soon as she awakens, she realizes she’s not in some fever dream, but a palace and the owner of the palace is none other than the local she met before with the piercing blue eyes, His Royal Highness Henry Wellington Leopold Danglishton, First of his name, Crown Prince of Brexendor.

Note: All right, all right people, the ride continues. I really, really hope you enjoy this. As a reminder, it’s going to be fast-paced a bit, and I am gonna overload you with pictures because why the hell not, it’s a Christmas Fic. 😁 Feel free to come by and tell me what you guys think.

As always, thank you all for reading, I appreciate each and every one of you.

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Previous Chapters: {1} | {2} | {3} | {4} |

-Henry-

He’d been tempted before that was a fact. He’d met plenty of women who threw themselves at him, tried everything they could to draw his attention, and even tried to trap him. His discipline, intellect, and near-perfect sixth sense had always steered him away from all of them and potentially damning situations. He knew what temptation felt like. This—was something different entirely. He knew he was attracted to you. He knew it from the moment he laid eyes on you but after talking with you, and the last week or two he’d moves past attraction. He liked you as a person.

He was normally reserved and played everything cool, not by want but that was his personality. He’d learned to hold himself back. It was something every royal descendent learned. Concealing was the name of the game and by all costs, he had to play this game well. With you though, he found himself being everything but cool.

The days that passed next weren’t any different. The first morning you came knocking at the door of his office was a morning he hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before and was swamped with work. Needless to say, he was not in the best mood, yet when the announcement of your arrival came and your smiling face peeked out from behind the door he found himself able to take a breath for the first time since waking. Your arms were filled with books, binders, and folders a plenty while you happily spoke a mile a minute.

He was surprised how much you’d already managed to accomplish. Each detail you ran by him to either get his approval or his input. Normally he didn’t care for the planning of events the family held. When his mother or sister came to him to get his preference on anything they were planning he swiftly told them to exit his office and that he didn’t care if the table cloth was pink or white, or if the china was porcelain from the vault of glass from the kitchen. With you, he found himself getting lost in the discussion over why a drastic change in décor this year would be a breath of fresh air.

As you spoke, his eyes never lingered far from your lips. When you smiled he couldn’t help but smile as well, and when you ever so slightly leaned toward him his heart sped. It was all new to him and he would usually think about it in excess but he didn’t want to think—not with you. still, his trained body didn’t need any messages or signals from his brain. His body knew what to do. When you spoke and his eyes inevitably landed on your lips, his fist clenched. When you smiled and he smiled on instinct, he clenched his jaw shortly after. When you leaned to him, making his heart race, his entire body tensed and kept where it was, ignoring the urge to drift to you. It was a lifetime of training that was now muscle memory and second nature.

By the end of the second day, he’d thought he’d gotten a hang of his urges but when he happened to walk past the ballroom and saw you surrounded by flowers, shrubs, and wreathes he stopped in his tracks and actually kicked himself in the heel to prevent himself from walking toward you. with flower petals in your hair and the multitude of colors around you, you looked prime for painting. You were the perfect muse. He just stood there and watched you and in those moments he felt more than he’d ever felt for any woman who’d tried to seduce him. It was disconcerting, so he quickly fled before you realized he was there.

With the remaining hours before he was to go to bed, he should have looked over the documents for the next day. He should have been preparing for the welcoming ceremonies and familiarizing himself with the guest list of dignitaries that would be arriving but he wasn’t. Instead, he was sitting in his private art room painting—painting you. With every brush stroke, he attempted to get the exact gleam in your eye he’d seen, the perfect width of your smile, and the precise glow of your complexion.

This was a hobby he’d ignored the past year for many reasons, lack of time and inspiration were high on the list. Since his father’s passing, his idle time had gone from twenty percent to zero. He had way too much to do in one day to carve out any time to sit and leisurely paint. It was a depressing fact, but that coupled with his lack of motivation and inspiration since his father’s passing proved to be too much to overcome. Tonight was a first. His hand lingered in the air as he stared at the nearly complete canvas. Slowly he trailed his eyes over every detail and matched it with the memory that was already sealed away.

Groaning, he put the brush down and dropped his head back. “What is the matter with you?”

He stood from the easel and walked around the room stretching his legs. He’d been sitting there for hours not wanting to walk away from it until the right moment. When he stepped out onto the veranda he gazed out over the frozen landscape before him. The frigid air whipped across his face and fought to seep through the material of his button-down shirt that was practically ruined now from paint. It was refreshing and helped to distract his thoughts—all of you.

“Beware of a beautiful face with the heart of a snake, but be twice aware of a beautiful face with the heart of a saint. One will cripple the country while the other cripples you.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at his father’s words. It was during one of their many walks around the property and one of his many father-son lectures. It was that day and that lecture he’d confessed to nearly falling prey to a viper of a woman, according to his description. She’d wanted to become queen because she wanted her family to control the country and eventually start a coup. It was because of his mother, the current queen, who’d helped expose her. His father had said that one woman had the heart of a snake and his mother the heart of a saint.

In his life, he’d met many women and many of those women’s hearts were far from pure. His sixth sense steered him far away but this sixth sense was not steering him away from you.

“Heart of a saint or a snake. Which one?”

Again he chuckled while shaking his head. His head was telling him it was too soon to tell, but this sixth sense was saying something dangerously close to the opposite. He hunched forward and rested his elbows on the railing and peered out into the night. It was probably going to be a sleepless night. He was familiar with those.

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-Y/N-

You’d been reminded why event planning was your first love. Not only did you have a good time while doing it, but you were also good at it. The sea of details, transaction approvals, and inspirational collages were scattered across the glass table before you showing just how much you’d gotten done in the last two days. It always amazed you the world that opened when money wasn’t an object. When you’d looked at the budget from previous years your jaw dropped at just what royalty afforded you. bring rich was one thing but being royal was another entirely.

You’d been spending like a maniac but you still hadn’t reached the cut-off budget. You still had a cool million to go and you doubted you’d need it. When you told Jemma she couldn’t even muster up words to express her shock. When the news flitted around to the staff you were stopped anytime they saw you in the halls and they always asked you how you’d done it. Your first instinct was to laugh but you didn’t. You simply told them you didn’t just go after things that looked good, but they had to be worth it and make sense.

Even at your final meeting with the queen mother, she couldn’t believe you’d done such an incredible job and stayed well under budget. She joked that the royal accountant and treasury would bow down to you and get rid of the planners that had been used the last few years. You’d laughed, but she didn’t. It was a joke, right? She’d went on to say that a queen should be someone who understood money and knew that just because you had a near-endless supply of it didn’t mean you had to use it all. You fully understood that. You didn’t have an endless supply of money and a budget was always meant to not only never go over but avoid getting anywhere close to it.

You sighed, raised the cup of tea to your lips then spit it back in. it was ice cold. Over the course of the last two days, you’d drank an obscene amount of tea. You always thought how television portrayed life as a royal was ridiculous especially when it came to their refreshment choices but you’d been offered tea at almost every turn. In the morning it came with breakfast, midday it came again, lunchtime tea was a staple, early evening before dinner and then after dinner. You’d drank so much tea that you could have had a discussion with the queen of England on the stuff and would have held your own.

Rolling your head back the sight of freshly falling snow landing on the glass dome of the solarium distracted you. The sight completely transported your mind and made you feel like you were in a snow globe. It was very relaxing, so relaxing you easily got lost in it.

“Xari?”

A loud yelp escaped you and echoed around you as you swung around with the cup of tea still in your hands and used its contents as a weapon. In a matter of seconds the cold tea that was remaining found its way all across the front of Henry’s shirt. He stood there with his hands up in surrender with his eyes wide.

“Oh my god! Oh no. Oh shit,” you panicked.

You quickly placed the cup on the glass table with a clatter and grabbed the while linen napkin that it had come with and rushed over to him and began dabbing at his shirt.

“I’m so sorry. Oh god. Shit. This is bad. Shit, shit, shit!”

“What a mouth you have there.”

The amusement in his voice was what brought your yes up to his face. His blue eyes were sparkling and he looked as if he were desperately trying to hold back a wide smile.

“First of all you have no idea about this mouth of mine,” you teased. Henry’s brows quirked.

“Oh?”

The look in his eyes changed from amusement to a dangerous one. It was a look that said I have with it takes to get you on your back in ten seconds flat if I wanted to. He was intoxicating and your entire being recognized it and wanted to test it.

“I am here now, I am willing to sit for the lesson.”

“Was that an innuendo?”

You continued to search his orbs for any hint to his meaning. Making an idiot out of yourself was never a good look. Henry took a step to you and you dropped the napkin. You instantly dropped down to retrieve it but ended up bent down before him with your eyes perfectly square with his crotch. Neither of you moved or spoke for the next several moments. You just stared at each other. You were in an awkward in-between state of waiting and expecting. You watched Henry’s jaw clench and before he reached for you to help you up.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated.

“It is all right. It was cold. No harm done.”

You continued to dab at his shirt trying to help.

“I should be apologizing. I should not have snuck up,” Henry added.

“No, it’s not you. It’s just everything here is so different and big. You sounded louder than I’d expected.”

“Then I should apologize all the more. I should have thought of it and taken more care. I apologize.”

You scoffed and shook your head, “I’ll accept your unnecessary one if you accept mine.”

Henry smiled. “I accept your apology and thank you for accepting my very much needed one.”

You weren’t going to win this battle, you deduced and walked back over to the table.

“What brings you here at this hour, your highness? Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep?”

Henry sat across from you and smirked. “Do I need beauty sleep?”

“Absolutely not. You have more than your fair share,” you replied without a thought.

Henry’s smiled widened. “You should be the one to talk.”

Unexpectedly a giggle erupted before you could put a cap on it. You slapped your hand across your mouth and rolled your eyes as Henry chuckled.

“Ah, I see you like to hear I think you are beautiful.”

You shook your head and tried your best to stop smiling behind your hand. You could feel every degree your face was raising and worried the apples of your cheeks were betraying how glee-filled you were.

You cleared your throat and lowered your hands. “Not at all. You probably say that to every woman you meet.”

Henry scoffed and shook his eyes as his eyes dropped to the mess before you.

“Wow, so this is the madness before the beauty?”

You shrugged.

“I did receive your final assessment. I am impressed. Under budget.”

“What can I say? I’m a miracle worker.”

“I would agree. I am very excited to see the end result. Maybe I can convince you to remain in Brexendor and be the monarchy’s events planner.”

You were stumped. Was he joking or serious. You tilted your head to the side and took him in.

“I promise there would be a hefty salary that would accompany the position.”

“Wait—you’re being serious right now?”

Henry smiled small then shrugged before looking away.

“How did you find this place?”

“Uh—as embarrassing as it is I didn’t. I got lost and just said fuck it.”

Henry’s laugh boomed around you as he threw his head back and clutched his gut. The laugh went on for longer than a few seconds and the longer it did the more you smiled. He looked different laughing. You’d seen him laugh before but this looked different. Resting your chin in your hand you went all googly-eyed. When Henry’s eyes met yours again he wiped tears away before he sighed out.

“I am sorry, that just came out.”

“No, don’t apologize. I liked hearing it. You look different when you laugh.”

“Do I?”

You nodded.

“I have laughed around you before.”

“You have but now—I’m not sure if any laugh before was really a laugh.”

“Hm. That has been my laugh for the majority of my adult life. Are you insinuating that it is a fake?”

You sighed, sat back then crossed your arms over your chest. Henry’s eyes quickly darted to your chest then back to your face, but it wasn’t quick enough. He’d been caught.

“I don’t know if it’s fake but maybe it is not genuine, or authentic. Maybe for your adult life, you’ve been so constrained, so—hyper-aware that you’ve been unable to fully—be uninhibited and just allow something to flow from you without—control.”

The look on his face went from interested amusement, to serious and spaced out. If you didn’t know him any better—and you didn’t—you’d think he were angry. That was exactly what you thought. Realizing you were talking to a damn near king, you straightened your back and dropped your arms.

“I’m sorry. Oh my god, I didn’t mean to insult you or even begin to pretend as if I know anything about you. I swear I just said that without thinking. It’s something I always do. I’m sorry.”

The silence stretched for a long while and with each second that passed your heart raced and thoughts dashed. Had you just fucked up and once again let your unfiltered thoughts fly without a thought to the impact? When you were about to pass out from anxiety Henry took a slow deep breath and sat back in his chair.

“You did not insult me. In fact--.”

Henry rubbed the back of his neck and took another deep breath before slowly releasing it.

“In fact, I think you may have just seen through thirty-plus years of absolute—bullshit.”

Your eyes bugged. This was the first time you’d heard him curse. Henry scoffed and laughed a little.

“I think that you--,” Henry began and paused, his eyes glued to you. He was looking at you in an incredulous manner as if you baffled and surprised him all at once. He shook his head and dropped his eyes to the floor. “You may know me better than ninety-nine percent of Brexendor.”

Your eyes widened. You’d known him a few weeks, there was no way.

“Ninety-nine?”

“The last remaining percent would be my mother.”

That was when your jaw dropped. It was an inconceivable thought to process because of how short a time you’d known each other and how little you really spoke. The fact he was saying this felt a little heavy especially at the moment sitting under the snow-covered glass dome in soft lighting.

“I’m sorry,” you found yourself saying.

Henry shook his head slightly and peered at you with a question behind his irises.

“I’m sorry that you’ve had to live your life too confined, so carefully that you can’t even be your true self and always have to portray some image that is easily swallowed by the public. When you do that in public for so long it becomes near impossible to know the person looking back at you, let alone embrace their quirks.”

The look on his face must have been the epitome of puppy dog because your heart tugged and broke for him.

“My heart breaks for you.”

Henry’s nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched. When he opened his mouth and spoke you only caught a piece of it.

“Heart of a--.”

“Hm? What was that?”

He shook his head and dropped his eyes. “Nothing. Sorry.”

You didn’t press it any further. Everyone was allowed their secrets. A minute or two passed with neither of you speaking and the tension in the air was too much.

“Ah, by the way…bullshit?”

The deep indentations between Henry’s brows melted away and his mouth again turned right side up into a soft smile while he nodded.

“Wow, color me surprised your highness. I didn’t know you knew how to curse.”

His smile went wider right before he shrugged.

“What can I say? You are a bad influence.”

You gasped exaggeratedly and feigned shock and hurt.

“Moi? Excuse me, your highness?”

Henry snickered and leaned forward resting his elbows on the table before him. “Do you object?”

You mirrored his movements and smiled widely. “Not at all. Stick with me kid and I’ll have you fully corrupted by the time I leave. You’ll be a brand new man. Brexendor will have no idea what hit it.”

Henry released another howl of laughter that rivaled the first episode. The more you heard it the more you liked it. soon the two of you were just laughing together enjoying each other’s company. Once the two of you had composed yourself, he told you about the solarium he’d dubbed snow globe and informed you it was his not-so-secret, secret place. It was a place he’d found to hide from his royal studies and duties as a kid and teenager and spent countless hours reading, and playing.

When you guessed he’d even painted there he was caught off guard until you relayed that your expert observational skills said he painted by the splotches on his pants and the smudges over his shirt. He admitted that he’d always been a painter but wasn’t able to do it because of his schedule. When you tried to find out what he’d painted he went quiet and avoided the question in the most expert way ever. That only made you want to know even more though.

After several stories of his childhood, you found that your childhoods were similar in some of the basic ways where you had your parents and sibling and the same family values and morals. The things that were different, however, were drastically different. You had no idea what it meant or felt like to be crowned the crown prince at six years old. Had no idea what it felt like to have an entire country celebrate your birthday with an insane amount of festivities, or even to have your crown prince anointment ceremony day as a national holiday. That just wasn’t your experience and listening to have drastically different things were made you appreciate your humble childhood and ability to remain under the radar.

By the time you and Henry approached your suite door, you were sure several hours had passed. There was light already peeking through the windows indicating that it was close to sunrise but you didn’t feel tired at all.

“I am sorry for keeping you up all night.”

You smiled and leaned on your door. “Eh, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”

He nodded and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants. The action brought your attention to the front of his pants and then his soiled shirt.

“I’m sorry about your shirt again.”

“It is fine. It was going in the garbage either way,” Henry assured.

“What are the chances that you’ll show me that painting one day?”

He smiled again. “You really want to see it, huh?”

“Yes. The curiosity is killing me. I feel like I have to know and I might just do anything to see it.”

Henry’s expression darkened and he took a step to you. “Anything?”

You bit your bottom lip and sucked on it for a few moments. You’d said it already and you couldn’t take it back.

“Name your price, your highness.”

Henry took another step toward you. “I am not interested in your money.”

The butterflies in your stomach went rampant and somehow they were affecting your oxygen intake. Your head felt lite and because of it, there was a soft hazy cloud around his head. What the hell is this, you wondered.

“Then what exactly are you interested in, your highness?”

Henry’s Adam's apple bobbed and a second later he took the final step to you, completely closing the gap of propriety. While his body wasn’t touching yours all he had to do was lean forward a few centimeters. It was unnecessary though, you felt his body heat and could smell his intoxicating scent that was slightly thrown off by the scent of herbal tea that clung to his shirt. Your eyes dropped to where his tie was earlier in the day but was no longer. He had three buttons undone and it was enough to see the sprigs of black hair peeking out.

You balled your fist and used your nails to relieve the itch of your palm. You wanted to touch him so badly.

“Henry,” he muttered. His voice was low, thick, and smoky and good lord did it have an impact.

You raked your top teeth over your bottom lip then replied, “Your kingdom calls you your highness, I should too.”

“Fuck the kingdom,” he gruffly rushed out.

In the same breath, he pressed his body to yours. You could feel the definition of each of his abs and he had a lot of them. Your knees buckled but before they gave out completely, Henry’s arm was around you holding you at your waist.

“My name is Henry and it is the only name I wish to hear you call me—for now.”

Your remaining brain cells chose then and there to combust and ignite a gunpowder trail through your body that led directly to your sex. Soon the only thoughts you could compute were thoughts of your lips and his formally meeting. You decided then and there that whatever will be will be. You wouldn’t try to stop it or alter your course.

“Eh-em.”

It was a distant sound that barely broke through the sultry haze that engulfed you both.

“Eh-eh-em!”

Henry’s head snapped to the right first but yours followed soon after. There stood the man you knew as Henry’s driver who’d hit you with the car to bring you here but was now quite a fan of you. He stood there his head turned slightly away and eyes lowered.

“It is time,” he said.

You felt Henry’s body stiffen before he released you, dropping his arm from behind you and prying his body from yours. As he did it, you heard a sharp growl as if he loathed to do it.

“Eh-em. I am sorry, Xari,” Henry quietly said.

Those words were like a bucket of ice-cold water splashed on your face. Your knees found stability once again and but you still needed the door to keep you upright. Your senses may have returned but your arousal was not doused—not completely or at all. Keeping your eyes from his you nodded.

“It’s fine. I’m sorry as well.”

Henry didn’t speak right away nor did he move. with your eyes glued to the blue carpet, you caught glimpse of him balling his fists.

“I have--,” Henry began.

“—Yes, I understand,” you interrupted.

Henry sighed, “Good night.”

He bowed his head to you then turned and walked away joining his driver a few feet away before they walked away together. You remained there watching him go and you began to wonder just how many times his mother had watched his father leave in similar fashion. Was it something she ever got used to? Could you?

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ohmsjedi · 4 years ago

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𝘌𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘨𝘨 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘴

𝘔𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘈𝘜

a/n: i thought of this like at 3 am, and i myself, did Easter egg hunting and pushed a few kids in the process and got 9 bucks!

Characters: Rex, Wolffe, Cody, Fives, Echo

𝐑𝐞𝐱

you have rex wrapped around your finger, so ofc he said yes to your proposal to take part in easter egg hunting

wouldn’t be too embarrassed to egg hunt with you, your cousins, distant relatives, sibling(s), (if you have any) etc.

would have the heart to pick up eggs and give it back to the rightful owner if they were to have dropped it or it fell out of their basket

would be asked by the little ones to fetch some eggs they saw in the tree, bush, etc.

even if he’s older than everyone else, he still manages to have fun

you and him ended up sharing a basket instead of having your own individual ones cause you were nice enough to not hog up the eggs

“Rex can you reach the purple egg up there” you pointed up in the tall tree where a plastic purple egg was wedged between the tree branches. Rex nodded and stepped on the big oak trees roots and stepped on his tippy toes. He struggled a little bit with getting the egg unstuck, but successfully managed to get a hold of it. Once he stepped down from the tree root he placed the egg in the basket you were holding filled with other plastic eggs. “Thank you my love” you kissed his cheek and walked off to an untouched section of the park that the kids hadn’t got to yet. Rex felt his cheeks heat up and he followed after you like a lost puppy.

𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟𝐞

he was unfazed and not surprised that you forced him to join you...

he was kind enough to help you find and pick up eggs

both of your baskets were pink since you decided you’d join the easter egg hunt last minute

you also managed to snag a pair of pink bunny ears at the store and had Wolffe wear them the whole time you were there

he died a bit inside, but continued to wear them cause it made you happy

the kids were terrified of him, which meant that the kids wouldn’t go anywhere near where the two of you were

the perks were that you got more eggs than expected

he felt really really bad though, he really did

so you both agreed to give some of the eggs away (that were only filled with candy)

but after this kind gesture, the kids warmed up to him and swarmed him the rest of the day

“They’re staring” Wolffes shoulders slumped a little as he held the pink basket in his left hand. You looked behind him and noticed your little cousins keeping some distance from you both. Your eyes softened seeing how uncomfortable he looked. This was the first time bringing Wolffe around to a full event family reunion, which meant meeting more relatives. When the younger ones noticed Wolffe, they became hesitant seeing him for the first time. You walked up to Wolffe and grabbed his right hand, bringing it up to your lips, you kissed his knuckles and looked at him. “After we’re done, we can give the eggs away to the kids” he nodded and laced your fingers together “and when I mean we give the eggs away, I mean the ones filled with candy not the money”

𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲

denied doing egg hunting with you

“plea-“

“no”

after some convincing, he joined you

he didn’t interact nor help you pick up the eggs tho

he observed as you gave one of your cousins the death stare as they took the egg that was almost in arms reach

you wanted to throw some hands, but you couldn’t cause you had to be mature and a decent peer for them to look up to one day...maybe.

he got asked a couple of times by the little ones to help get an egg that was not accessible to them and he kindly complied

after thinking to yourself, you shoved the easter basket towards cody and walked away, only coming back to him if your hands were full of eggs

Cody mused as you stormed off into a direction of where bright colorful eggs were apparent. You glared at him when you came back after snatching a few eggs away from your cousins before their grimy hands could get ahold of them. “Are you sure you’re not 12?” You placed the few eggs you had in the basket that he held for you “yes I’m sure, but just so you know, i refuse to share both the candy and the money with you” you gave him a pointed look. Cody hummed, and hid his free hand behind his back. “You wouldn’t at least share a single piece of candy’ with your boyfriend?” he pouted and you hissed “okay okay fine, only a couple of candies and that’s it” Cody raised both his eyebrows “hmm what a shame” Cody quickly brought his free hand over your head and cracked a confetti egg over your head. You gasped and started to jab at his arm “you bitch-”

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

he asked YOU to go easter egg hunting with him

in this case, with how he acted childish in a sense...you got him a batman themed easter basket and he was hyped af

you were eternally grateful and ashamed that he got along with the little ones

he oddly fit in with them so well...

while your relatives prepared to hide the eggs, he made sure to get the kids excited to go egg hunting while waiting inside the house

“Alright ground rules! No pushing or shoving, stealing eggs from one another is fine, but no stealing from each other’s baskets”

this easter was a chaotic mess🧍

You watched as the kids and Fives ran into the backyard and started grabbing as much eggs as they could. You observed as Fives went against the ground rules he set and stole eggs from the more mature cousins that wouldn’t get butt hurt and start crying. Fives reached up into a tree that had a golden egg placed in an empty bird nest. You walked up behind him, making sure to keep a distance so he could have enough room to climb down. “Fives are you serious right now?” You crossed your arms in front of you and gave him an unamused look; once he managed to retrieve the golden egg, he turned towards you and gave you a big smile. “I got this one just for you” he placed the golden egg in your nearly empty basket and kissed your forehead “now back to my mission” he scurried off before you could tell him off, but alas, it fell onto deaf ears and he was halfway across the backyard.

𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨

kindly accepted your offer right away

was a bit embarrassed, but seeing how enthusiastic you were about easter egg hunting, he relaxed

he was kind and patient and allowed the younger ones to have their fun while you both held hands and salvaged whatever you could

he was a bit eager at first with how many eggs were already stored in other baskets, but seeing as you were enjoying and reminiscing your childhood he calmed down

what amazed you was how polite some of your younger relatives were to Echo, they would offer up some eggs to him.

an innocent gesture to show how they appreciated echos kindness or his presence

You watched as one of your younger cousins approached you both and held a blue egg up in front of Echo. Echo smiled down at the child and squatted down to their height “thank you, but it’s yours’ to keep” your cousin smiled and shook their head “you can hav et”. Echo gave a kind smile and carefully took the egg into his hand, your cousin scurried away to get more eggs somewhere else. He stood up and looked over to you, you shrugged your shoulders and brought the basket up towards him, in which he placed the blue egg in. You grabbed his hand and continued to pick up after what the kids had managed to leave behind, or even miss. But, Echo had an amazing time celebrating easter with you and your family.

#captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex imagine #commander wolffe headcanons #commander wolffe x reader #commander cody headcanons #commander cody x reader #arc trooper echo headcanons #arc trooper echo x reader #arc trooper fives headcanons #arc trooper fives x reader #starwastheclonewars #star wars x reader #Star Wars the clone wars scenario #star wars imagine #ohmsjedi

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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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omg i just stumbled across "jerk" and i think if i don't get more of your august walker pieces i'll die 😭😭 seriously i love a good hate fuck and more importantly, I LOVE YOUR WORK!!

Hey, bb!!! Thank you so much for this. Jerk actually has a part two called Easy Prey 💖

Anyway, since you asked for more August, here is my August Walker Masterlist

One-shots

Smut 🔥🔥🔥

Velvet Chains - Soft!August x Reader (smut. August Walker as a sex-worker, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, a depiction of bodily fluids, soft!August themes, a tinge of angst and August’s monster c… ) - For a generous fee, August Walker is yours. A man devout to pleasure, who will worship you for an entire night and make sure your first time is more than memorable. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Prince of Darkness - Devil!August Walker x ofc (DARK! NonCon, kidnapping, stalking, breeding, exhibitionism, loss of virginity, supernatural stuff, sex in a cathedral, mention of heaven and hell.)🎃 NEW 🎃 The Devil ascends back to earth in search of his bride.

Dangerous Games - August x Reader x Walter Marshall (Smut, sex, MaleDom/FemSub, cockwarming, orgasm denial, male masturbation, praise, degradation, facial, mentions of DP and anal) You’ve got yourself into a perilous situation with two dominant men. Now the question is: which punishment will you choose.

More under the cut

Destroyer of Angels - August x ofc (Smut, Non-con, breeding kidnapping, loss of virginity, ) The cruel Duke August Walker takes what he wants and what he desires above all is a young maiden

Nice Day for a White Wedding - August x Reader (Explicit Smut, maleDom) What made you think you can get away from August?

Violent Delights - August Walker x Reader (Smut, facefucking, rough oral, depiction of bodily fluids, some eventual fluff, MaleDom/FemSub.) You will give August what he wants, you will let him fuck your pretty little mouth and come down your throat. His pleasure - is yours. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Poison Honey - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, a “thrill of the chase” if this may trigger anyone and mild alcohol use.) Everyone around you is too busy getting drunk and making out, while you are just dying for this dreadful Christmas party to be over. But just as you plan to leave, you catch the eye of a very hungry August Walker. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Elevator Ride - August Walker x Reader (grinding, public fingerfucking, exhibitionism, depictions of sex, orgasm denial.) Riding the elevator with Agent August Walker, you believe he would never dare try anything with all these people around, but oh, darling, you could never be so wrong. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Pink Umbrella - August x Reader (Fluff to smut, soft!August Walker, DD/LG, thigh riding, gloves fetish (it’s a thing now), dirty talk, a tint of angst and slight twist ending.) August is on a mission in beautiful Paris and had you join the ride, but while he wants you to stay safe at the hotel, you have other ideas.

Midnight Special - Artie Walker x Reader (Romance) The end of the summer annual BBQ is usually boring, but this one is about to take an interesting turn. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Hood Ornaments - August x Reader ( unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition) August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather glove

Jerk - August x Reader (male masturbation, lewd language, mentions of rough sex, degradation, anal and oral (both male and female receiving), depiction of bodily fluids and slight angst.) August sits alone in his office, thinking about the one he can’t have.

Easy Prey - August x Reader (dark, kidnapping, bondage, dubious consent, teasing, dirty talk, gunplay, sweet degradation and praise ) Direct sequel to Jerk. Ring or not, August promised himself that he will make you his, in whatever mean possible and he kept that promise.

The Big Bad Wolf - August x OFC ( abuse of power, rough cage fucking, hatesex, unprotected sex, hinted breeding, risky creampie, possessive behaviour. On the safe side it’s borderline dub-con.) If there is anything August enjoys it’s breaking those who resist him. Now trapped in his little cage, the little bird has no where to fly to

Daddy’s Girl - August x OFC (Explicit Smut, hatefucking) She walks around pretending she is better than him. August is going to show her who is the king around here.

Afternoon Delight - August x Reader (smut, daddy kink, Cock warming ) You leave work early and come home to find August pleasing himself in your shower. His Princess - August x Reader (Explicit smut, daddy kink, creampie) August works too hard and all day long, you miss him and decide to tease him with some photos of you in lingerie Thanksgiving - August x OFC (Explicit smut, public fingering) August Walker, the hardened CIA agent is meeting his girlfriend’s parents for a thanksgiving dinner. She’d rather forced him into it. Now, how sorry is she going to be by the end of the meal? One more touch before we die August x OFC (Explicit smut, romance) Set in a cabin on the mountain, August and his woman make passionate, desperate love. Sense Challange - Touch Bourbon and Candy August x OFC (Explicit Smut, daddy kink) After a frustrating day at work, August just wants to sit down and enjoy his princess, in any way possible.

Sweet & Spicey August x Reader (Sub!August, oral, Smut + Fluff ) You get to pay August the favour and finally take control

Nasty - August x Rader (Explicit Smut, meta-voyeurism) August is fucking you and forcing you to watch while he is doing it. Basically, the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written.

The Director - August, Sy, Henry, Walter, Geralt x OFC (Explicit Smut - gangbang, breeding, anal, basically everything) He said no one touches her but him, but he is willing to make an exception, as long as it’s on his terms.

Crimson - August Walker x Reader (Smut, period Sex, mentions of blood and such, dom possessive behaviour, slight breeding kink.) 🎃 NEW 🎃 Having Period sex with August

Black Tears - August Walker x OFC (First-person POV, smut + angst) 🎃 NEW 🎃 There cannot be peace without first a great suffering, but how much suffering can a person endure?

Fluff 🌈🍧🧁

Kiss it Better - August Walker x OFC (3rd person POV Fluffy, sticky, gooey fluff and floof with a tint of naughty suggestion) 🎃 NEW 🎃 August takes care of his girl after she fell

Monster August Walker x OFC (Romance) They call him a monster, but he is your monster

Shelter - August x Reader (Strictly soft sticky fluff) Lazy morning cuddles with August 🎃 NEW 🎃

Something Wicked - August Walker x Reader (Fluff) August sleeps tightly and you decide to exploit the situation. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Angel, can you hold me? - Soft!August x ofc (Angst to fluff) Bad guys need to be held as well

No More Tears - August Walker x OFC (August’s POV, Angst) On a cold autumn night, August muses over the girl he lost.

Series

The New Order mini-series - August x OFC, Smut, romance (completed) FBI Agent Lizzy has no idea that her dominant boyfriend, August Walker, is a dangerous terrorist. Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|

Stalker Walker 🎃 NEW 🎃 Drabble series, August x Reader (Smut, stalking) [ 1 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 4 ][ 5 ]

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker x reader #august walker x ofc

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falcqns · 4 years ago

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an apostles redemption

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Grace Walker)

Warnings: fluff, swearing, family angst, mention of nuclear weapons and firearms, facial injury, mention of anxiety disorder and anxiety attacks, implied smut

A/N: hope you enjoy!

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three |

Trust To Be Gained

A few hours later, as August was sleeping soundly in bed, Grace decided to give her family a call.

She hadn't spoken to her sister in two years, and she hadn't been to see her mom in a few months. She usually went and visited when August was on a mission, but she didn't go on his last one, at his request, which she understood why now. If she hadn't been home when she found out about Kashmir, she wouldn't have returned to Washington, which he wanted her to do.

Her hands shook as she pressed the call button, and held the phone up to her ear. It rang a few times, before she heard her mom's voice.

"Gracie! Where've you been sweetie? You haven't answered us in a while," Her mom began.

Grace took a deep breath, but explained. "I was going to call yesterday morning, but I forgot. August is alive, and here with me." She began, before her mother cut her off.

"Alive? How? He took a metal hook to the head!" Her mom exclaimed.

"He was hit with the hook, but it bounced off his face. He has a big burn on the side of his face, but he's recovering. He's starting to look a lot better," She explained. Her eyes fell on 'What We Owe To Each Other,' which was on the kitchen counter, where August had left it. "He's also going to be working to be a better person, and gain everyones trust back, including our family's."

"Do you trust him?" Her mom asked in a serious tone.

Grace sighed, and felt her eyes watering. "It's getting there. He seems sorry, and has been very emotional the past few days, and has done everything I've asked him to. I mean, I love him, and I want to help him," She said, a stray tear falling down her right cheek.

Her mother heard the emotion in her youngest daughter's voice and reassured her. "That's exactly what he needs right now. Your love. We both know that he loves you with his whole being, and will do anything to make sure you are safe and happy. He's going to be okay, you know that right?"

"Yeah, I do." She whispered, more tears spilling.

"Why don't you two come and stay for a few days. Julia is here, and she misses you so so much. I'd like to see you again too, baby. I think it would be good for the two of you, to get out of Washington," Her mom mentioned.

"I agree. I'll let Sloane know and we'll head out tomorrow," She said.

"Okay, good. I can't wait to see you," Her mom whispered, emotion present in her voice as well.

"Me too. Don't tell Julia though, I want to surprise her." She said, and she heard her mom giggle.

"Okay, love. Have a good night, and let me know when you're on your way, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, goodnight," She said, before hanging up.

She made a quick call to Sloane who agreed that family time would be best right now, and gave her permission to take him out of state.

She placed her phone and made the journey back up the stairs. Just as she made it to the top, the door to the bedroom opened, and a black wall came at her face. She quickly realized it was August reaching out to hug her.

"Oh, thank god," He whispered in her ear. She felt a small tear land on her shoulder.

"What's wrong, Auggie baby?" She said in a gentle tone.

"I woke up and you weren't in the bed or the bathroom and I got so scared. I thought you left or someone took you," He said, as his breathing slowed the longer he held her.

"No ones going to take me away from you baby, and I won't leave." she whispered in his ear, running her right hand up and down his spine, her other hand coming to rest on his hip. He nodded, and allowed Grace to lead him back to the bed. He laid down on his back, and pulled Grace into him, so her upper body was on his. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and smiled at her when she looked him in the eyes.

Grace reached her hand out and placed it on his jaw, rubbing her thumb along his stubble that disappeared into his scar.

"We're going to Virginia tomorrow," She whispered.

"Why? To see your mom?" He asked.

Grace nodded. "She misses me, and she misses you. She's not mad at you. Julia will be there too and she's not mad either." She reassured him.

August nodded, and pressed a kiss into her palm, before he wrapped his arms tighter around Grace, and they drifted off asleep.

The next morning, the couple woke up early, and packed for their trip. Grace packed her stuff, as well as Kal's, while August packed his, and emptied to fridge of anything that would go bad over the trip, and took it to the road. They both made coffee, and were on the road by 6:30 am, and headed to Virginia.

The trip was going to take 3 hours, and August wasn't planning on talking too much, instead allowing Grace to sleep. But as soon as they were out of their neighbourhood, Grace connected her phone to the car's speaker and began to play Babylon by 5SOS, which was one of August's favourite songs.

They continued to sing along to some of their favourite songs, and eventually put on a podcast when they hit the highway, so August didn't get too distracted. Grace eventually drifted off, as did Kal, who was spread out on the backseat of August's Tesla.

August continued to drive, until he felt his stomach rumble, and his car told him it needed a charge. He saw a sign for a charging station in a Cracker Barrel parking lot, and headed towards the exit. Grace was awoken by the sudden change in direction.

"Where are we going?" She asked, groggily. August smiled, and placed his right hand on her left thigh, his thumb rubbing the soft skin through her sweatpants.

"The car needs a charge, and I'm hungry, as I'm sure you are. The charging station is in a Cracker Barrel parking lot, so I'm thinking we go there for lunch." Grace smiled at him.

"I agree, wholeheartedly. I want some friggen biscuits." She said, which made August chuckle.

They pulled off into the parking lot, and got out. August turned the car into Pet Mode, and plugged it in. Kal was still sleeping, so he didn't even notice his mom and dad leaving.

They were quickly seated in the dining area, and began to look over the breakfast menu.

"I know what you'll be having, Auggie," She said. "Old Timer's Breakfast," Grace continued, and she descended into a fit of giggles. However, she didn't notice August throwing a balled up napkin at her head, which hit her square in the forehead.

"Hey! Rude!" She exclaimed with a huge smile on her face, while August had his head on the table, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

He lifted his head, which has a smile and a twinkle in his blue orbs. "You shouldn't have called me old then, love."

Grace shook her head, and continued to look at the menu.

Grace decided to have French Toast and biscuits on the side, while August decided to go with his wife's suggestion, The Old Timers Breakfast, with an extra order of biscuits, knowing Grace would probably eat his as well. Man, that girl loved biscuits.

Their food came shortly after, as they were one of the four couples in the restaurant. They didn't speak that much while they ate, August only looking up to glance at his wife, who was dancing slightly while she was eating, a tell tale sign that she was thoroughly enjoying her food.

They finished up, and headed back to the car, which was fully charged. Kal, who had not awoken the entire time, was startled when August opened the door, climbed in, and pressed the unlock button for Grace. Kal barked at his mom until she gave him some ear scratches, at which point he decided to crawl into the front seat to sit at Grace's feet.

"Kal! What are you doing buddy?" August said, leaning his head to the side to avoid contact with the dogs rear end. Grace, however, was laughing and helped the large Akita to where he wanted to go.

Once Kal was settled, August pulled the car out of the parking lot, and they continued to make their journey to Virginia. They still had an hour and a half to go, so Grace put on another podcast, but didn't drift off.

They had a conversation about how things were going to go in Virginia. Grace knew if she trusted August, so would her mom, so she didn't have to worry, but Julia (and most likely Erik) would be a different story. Julia would need time to warm up to him and trust him again, which both Grace and August understood, and were okay with.

Kal eventually drifted off once again, so August and Grace kept their voices down on order to not wake him.

Not that much longer passed, until August was pulling into Grace's childhood home. He had been here a few times before, when he was dating Grace, but hadn't been in a few months.

Grace noticed he was nervous, and reached out for his hand, which he gladly gave.

"It's gonna be okay, love." She whispered, and he nodded, before opening the door. He headed to the trunk to grab the bags, so Grace led Kal inside, and journeyed to the kitchen to find her mother, who was making lunch for everyone.

"Hi, mama," She said, and walked over to give her mom a hug.

"Hello angel,"Her mom said, hugging her daughter tight to her chest. "Where's August?" She asked, but her question was answered when August walked into the kitchen holding their bags. Her mom smiled, and they hugged as well.

"Wheres Julia?" Grace asked her mother.

"She's in her old room. Erik isn't here though, he went for a job interview." She said, and the three of them headed out of the kitchen. "Why don't you guys go get settled, I'm going to finish lunch, I just have to go and grab some stuff I forgot, okay?"

The couple nodded and headed up the first set of stairs, and into Graces room.

It wasn't overly large, about half the size of her and Augusts bedroom, but it was still a good size. Grace had a queen bed that was in the middle of the room, with white bedding, and light pink and grey pillows. The light pink and grey theme continued throughout her whole room. Her walls were a eggshell white, and the baseboards were grey. her desk sat in the corner of the room, with a large hutch sitting on top. She had minimal wall decor, only her high school diploma and a few awards she won during school, which she assumed her mom hung up after she moved out, 2 years prior.

"Why don't I unpack, and you can go see Julia?" August suggested, while he sat the bags down, and walked over to Grace to wrap his arms around her. She smiled up at him, and pressed a small kiss to his lips.

"Okay," She said, before heading out of the bedroom, and up another flight of stairs to Julia's room. She knocked on the door, and heard a faint "Come In!" from Julia. She took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Julia was facing away from her, putting some washing into her dresser. When she heard the door open, she started to turn around.

"I could have come down Mo-," She began, but stopped when she saw that it wasn't her mom, but Grace standing there. "Gracie?" She whispered, as her eyes started to tear up.

"Hi, Jules." Grace said back, her tears forming as well. Julia dropped her shirt that she had been folding on the ground and ran over to her little sister, wrapping her up in her arms.

"Oh my god. I've missed you so much baby." Julia whispered in her ear.

Grace sniffled before talking. "I missed you too. Thank you for the package."

Julia released her, and led her over to sit together on the bed.

"Did Ethan get the postcard okay?" she asked, and ran her fingers through Grace's hair. Grace nodded.

"He said that he hopes you're doing okay after what happened, and that you're safe," She said. Julia smiled, and wrapped her arms around her little sister again.

"Did Mom tell you what we talked about on the phone yesterday?" Grace asked. Julia nodded.

"All she said was that August was alive and at home with you. I was a little worried and almost drove to Washington to make sure you were okay and safe, but Mom convinced me not to, which I now understand why," Julia said, her hand never leaving Grace's hair. Grace smiled at her.

"He's doing better. His face is healing, and he's working on gaining trust back. He'll start working with Sloane and the IMF to redeem himself but Sloane agreed that some family time would be good for him right now. I'm hoping to convince him to talk to his mom and let her know he's okay, but I haven't asked yet." She said. Julia smiled at her.

"I'm glad he's getting better. He tried to convince me to go with him, but I didn't know why, so I didn't go. It sounds like it wouldn't have been good if I did. What exactly happened?"

Grace smiled. "Auggie was in one helicopter, and Ethan was in another. Ethan was trying to get his helicopter out of the sky, and they ended up colliding. They fell into a crevice in the mountains, Ethan's helicopter fell, and hit Auggie's a few times. On the second time, a tube came out of the helicopter and sprayed Auggie in the side of the face with helicopter fuel. Then the helicopters fell out of the crevice, and dropped them on a cliff. They fought a little, and both ended going over the side, but were saved by a hook which was attached to one of the helicopters. Eventually they both climbed off of it and Ethan tugged on it, which caused it to come off the mountain and the hook hit Auggie in the forehead. It bounced off, but the force of the impact caused Auggie to fall backwards and he went tumbling down the mountain. He then told me that he ended up by the river, so he cleaned his face. He hid in a cave for a while, until he remembered that the Apostles had a safe house a few miles away, so he made his way over there, and attempted to sew up his face. The Apostles got him back into the country and back to me. He has since cut off all contact with them." She finished, and Julia's eyes were wide.

"How did he do on the stitches?" Julia asked with a smile on her face.

Grace giggled. "They were bad. I replaced them, but I'm kind of hoping you can look at them, since you're the nurse," Grace said.

Julia nodded. "Of course I will. Is he in your room?" She asked, and Grace nodded, before she led her to where August was. They found August in Grace's bedroom, on the floor, wrestling with Kal.

He looked up when the sisters walked in the room, and smiled apprehensively at Julia, who gave him warm smile back. He stood up, and sat on the bed at Grace's instruction.

"Julia's just going to check your injuries." Grace said, and peeled the bandage off.

Julia moved to inspect them. "They look good, really good actually," Julia said, reaching her hand out to give Grace a high five. She moved to inspect his burn. "His burn is looking better, but its going to be a long healing process. He may need burn treatment at a hospital but I think he'll be find without it. You'll have a scar, but it will be barely noticeable. Does it hurt at all?"

August nodded. "usually only when water hits it, or I touch it too much." He said.

"I've been putting burn cream on it to help with his pain. It tends to look a little red and angry in the morning but is fine once the cream is on it." Grace interjected, and pulled the cream out of the half empty bag on the bed. Julia took it and inspected it.

"This will definitely help with the pain, but I'd take him to a doctor to get a prescription cream, just to be on the safe side," Julia said, and reapplied the bandage onto August's forehead.

August nodded. "Thank you," He said, giving Julia a warm smile. "I also want to apologize for everything that happened,' He said quietly, not meeting Julia's eyes.

Grace and Julia shared a look, and Grace knew she wanted to speak to him in peace, so Grace left them, and headed down stairs to wait for her mom.

Julia took a seat on the bed. "I forgive you for what happened August. I may not know everything about you, and maybe it was because I never got the chance to know you well, but I want to." August smiled, his eyes still fixed on his sock covered feet.

"I'm very protective of Grace. I was 24 when she was born, and even though she wasn't my child, she felt like it. Our mom worked very hard to raise her after our dad died, and Rick and I were the only ones still living at home, so we would take over the role of parenting when Mom was working long shifts. When I found out she was dating you, I became scared." Julia whispered, and August finally looked up from his feet to meet her gaze. "When Ethan and I were together, he had told me about who you were, and what you did. He told me that everyone called you 'The Hammer', and you didn't take crap from anyone. Obviously, he didn't know you well, so I only got one side of the story."

August smiled small. "I love her with all my heart. I have since the moment I met her. I don't know what it was, but, when I saw her walk into the same elevator as me, it hit me like a ton of bricks. All I could think of was how beautiful she was, and how much I wanted to get to know her. I knew in that moment that I was so in love with her, and I barely knew her. I knew from our first date that she was going to be the one I marry, which is why I proposed so quick, and why we got married so quick. I wanted to protect her, and love her." He said, his voice breaking at the end, a stray tear falling from his eye. "I don't deserve her. She deserves so much more than me, but I thank God everyday that she loves me. When I came home from Kashmir and asked her to help me, she did without a second thought. She's held me every time I've woken up crying, every time I have an anxiety attack, and she's helping me to be better. I love her so much, and I want you to know I would never do anything to hurt her, I promise." He finished, looking up at Julia, who wrapped her arms around him.

"I see that now. I saw the way your eyes lit up with love when you saw her walk into the room, and how you kept looking at her for reassurance. Mom has told me stories of how her mental health wasn't the greatest a few months ago, so you dropped everything and took her to Disney World. She told me how you bring her little gifts from everywhere you go, and you gave her a burner phone so she can contact you on missions. I see it now, and I'm sorry that I didn't see that before. I hate that I missed out on so much of her marriage. I missed out on her engagement party, I missed the wedding, I missed everything. All because of my view of you." Julia said.

August smiled. "I plan on proposing again, so she can have the proper wedding she's always wanted, I just don't know when."

Julia immediately wrapped her arms around him. "I may not fully trust you yet, but I trust you with her. I trust that you won't hurt her." August smiled, and hugged her back, before Grace was calling them down for lunch. Julia immediately left the room, August following not far behind.

"Hey baby," Grace said, and pulled his face down for a kiss. August smiled.

"Hey angel," He responded, pressed another gentle kiss to her lips. Grace's arms went from his shoulders to his waist, and her mouth deepened the kiss. August's right hand came up to caress her face while the left settled on her waist, pulled her flush against him, and let out a breathless moan at the feeling of his wife pressed into him.

"Hey! When y'all are done eating each others faces, come and get lunch!" They heard a male voice shout. They immediately separated, and laughed when they saw that it was Rick, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, that faced the hallway.

"Hey Rick," August said, before following his wife into the kitchen.

"Hey, August! I thought you were dead, bro - HEY!" He exclaimed at Grace's fist coming into contact rather hard with his stomach.

#august walker #mission impossible #henry cavill smut #henry cavill #tom cruise

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eitelle · 4 years ago

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Hello this is for the match up ^^

I'm a female, 5'9 and skinny i have brown longish hair and bluish greenish eye's with black glasses, most comfortable with hoodie's or anything that doesn't show much skin, i like fast food and long sleeping, i game often and read a lot as well, what i dislike are thunderstorms, bugs and vegetables, my favorite color is black and cyan, my big three are , oikawa, tsukki and kenma, I'm a pretty introverted person and don't go outside much i only have a few friends but I am a little sarcastic sometimes too, my Star sign is leo ^^

HI!! fellow leo ahhh i would just like to say first of all im sorry for keeping this off i had to take a break rq 😭😭 uh and second of all I LITERALLY LOVE YOU??? ok were doing this w mha!!

ive matched you with: shinsou hitoshi!!

honestly this one was hard i saw you with midoriya, hinata, or yamaguchi tbh but i have some reasons that youll see in the hcs :)

OK HCS TIME!!

OK SO BASICALLY YALL ARE A NAP COUPLE. I DONT MAKE THE RULES.

honestly the black and cyan duo you have and the black and purple due he has is lowkey deadly im negl

he absolutely ADORES rainy days (w no thunder ofc so like rainy peaceful ambiance? yeah) ok so on those days yk how the dorms are? yall are sitting on the bed ur playing w his hair and yall are watching anime and looking at the rain

no sleep gang but in all honesty, he sleeps better by ur side

he loves when u wear his clothes and theyre big on him so theyre gonna be HUGE on you which he and you both love

OK SO UR A LEO AND HES A CANCER AND ME AND MY BSF ARE A LEO AND CANCER AND WE JUST GET EACH OTHER SO YALL ARE JUST- PERFECT.

u guys ft 24/7 but u just sit there in silence w the occasional “so how was ur day?” “good.” “good.” but yall love each other frfr bc his love language is quality time (what he wants and what he shows) and you know this just shows that hes rly comfy w u

u guys play legend of zelda together and he fucking sucks at making those little map things? idk if u know what im talking ab HAHSHSJ

u have an animal crossing island together

he loves when u read to him

he steals ur fries and glasses to eat and try on HELP-

505 by the arctic monkeys are ur theme song im sorry

OK IMAGINE TIME!!

AHH OK

imagine:

“hitoshi. hitoshi. hitoshi. hitoshi. hitosh-“

“ugh what do you want.”

“nothing...”

“i told you. doordash and midoriya are not good ways to get fast food. if u wang McDonalds go get it yourself.” you groan quietly knowing how he can be sometimes. you get up, his sweatshirt sticking to the bed making him shift and glare at you having interrupted his comfortable position in your lap.

“what are you doing love?” he asked confused as to why you were walking to the other side of the room.

“nothing...” you say trailing off while getting everything ready.

“3... 2... 1...” you countdown. “ID CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY IF ITS A SEVEN HOUR DRIVE OR A 15 MINUTE DRIVEEE,” you sing out of tune.

as shinsou sits up you continue with you performance making *the face* and your right hand stroking a nonexistent beard and the left holding a pink sparkly microphone. you quickly take a breath and push up the purple star shaped line party favor style glasses and continue serenading him.

“OH MY GOD I GET IT YOU WANT FAST FOOD. I PLACED YOUR USUAL JUST, COME BACK,” he says, finally snapping. (playfully dw) “gosh you always have to get your way dont you?” he asked to himself.

“yup :)” you reply as he smirks and pulls you down to rest your head on his lap.

LOWKEY THAT WAS SO CUTE. OK ARTBREEDER TIMEEEE (my fav)

IH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD-

OK TEXTS NOW BESTIE!!

I HOPE U ENJOYED!! also u sound so pretty pls model 😤

#michelles 60 follower matchup event

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nulfaga · 4 years ago

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a for the gemfic? and f!

from this ask meme

A: How did you come up with the title of (True Gold)?

this is embarrassing but it came from a mountain goats song LMAO.

“what will I do with you, pink and blue? true gold / nine days old”

i was listening to that album when i had finished like the first chapter of what would eventually become the gemfic, and i connected it to this huge storm of confusion and fear that gem would be feeling, having just been saddled with this baby. what will i do with you????

it was definitely meant as a working title, but the longer i kept it, the more it became like an inevitability that i was gonna use it. i also saw more and more connections as the gemfic expanded, like “true gold” -> “gold leaf moor”, and also like.....the phrase “true gold” implies “false gold” which, to me, ties in with the theme of identity/personhood/what’s-in-a-name...i cant really verbalize that in a way that doesnt make me sound insane sorry <3

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

all my favorite dialogue comes from the very last chapters but here’s one from ch. 50:

"I want to know what happened to make you so quiet." Gemile holds her breath. "Was it Lexennia?"

"Sometimes I think we fight because we don't understand one another." J'hani sighs a very long sigh. "Nothing has happened. The only trouble is that weeping and shrieking is much more endearing on a wealthy, well-born young girl from the Nibenay than it is on any scruffy Khajiiti incomer."

i think on a technical level this isnt my best writing, but imo its one of the most important bits of dialogue in the fic, and one of the bits i’m always thinking about, bc...this is more or less the reason why gem and j’hani’s relationship was always on a timer.

growing up in a khajiiti community in leyawiin, j’hani was part of an extremely stigmatized out-group, but there are 2 mitigating factors: 1) being an ohmes-raht, he’s closer to passing for a man or an elf than anyone in his surroundings, and 2) he gets scooped up by lexennia, who’s intrigued by him bc he kind of defies her expectations by being a smart, polite child. “one of the good ones”, to be super unsubtle abt it.

so the discovery he makes from that is: people in cyrodiil will generally treat him with decency as long as he continues to be “one of the good ones”: ie on the condition that he is always polite, deferential, honest, nonthreatening. ofc this turns him into kind of a pathological people-pleaser for whom strong emotional displays, in himself or from others, provoke terror and disgust.

this frustrates gemile to no end; after a certain point, they know each other and she understands his history, but fundamentally she can’t bring herself to understand how someone can be so repressed. bc for her it’s like, she grew up in a big, loving, secure (both emotionally and financially) family, where she and her siblings are always picking big loud fights with each other and with their parents, but always with the knowledge that like, “we’re fighting now but it’ll always be okay in the end.”

so from her end, she feels like whenever she gets a little heated, he shrinks away from her as if she’s a bomb, or he dismisses her out of hand, because he thinks that any display of emotion is inherently melodramatic and uncalled for.

and from his end, he’s like, this woman just has no fucking clue what an enormous privilege it is to express yourself however you damn well want to and not be afraid that everyone will immediately turn on you (and everyone they assume is “like you”). and she never will.

(the dynamic between gemile and j’hani is probably the biggest indicator that true gold is a Fic Of Color. j’hani’s perspective definitely takes from my own experiences of being told “you’re not like the others” and feeling pressured to act accordingly.....and all the fun damage that does lmao!)

thank you sm for the ask sorry i went nuts <3

#THANK YOU <3 #spoilers for the gemfic under the cut!#if youve read/are reading true gold pls shoot me an ask!!!#gemile #pomea

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yeoldontknow · 4 years ago

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CHAN 3, 8, 15!!!! and then JK ofc 🥰

HI MY ANGEL!!!!! (happy birthday you bright star <3)

Time Runner chap 6:

1 January, 2013

New York, New York

The dawn swallowed you whole in comfortable silence, breaking over his skin first - as it always did - and casting you in gold last, a mausoleum of longing. Wide eyed, it warmed you, made your skin feel tight over your limbs, and you pressed your palms into the floor, testing its strength. Not once did it tremble beneath your weight, no rotting wood to tease you. How unusual, you thought, to be safe.

You hadn’t slept, not really. Rather, you had spent the entire night remembering soldiers and priests, awaiting their calloused palms and the blood rooted beneath their fingernails. Cradled against Chanyeol’s chest you could still smell them, their shadows overtaking the racks of expensive clothing, a haunting. Long ago, before time was made manifest and before Chanyeol held your hand, so confidently, your toes would wiggle beneath your sheets, happy. All night, your toes twitched, ready to flee without the action ever fully reaching your legs, separate from your brain and acting on instinct.

Spiritus Sanctus:

mentioned here but! i can say there is morning sex in a villa and many discussions of their wedding a few days prior. also! very much in line with my themes of romantic vore, constantly equating love to food because that...is all i know owo also...i am going directly to hell, do not pass go, for writing smut in a church ehhhohohoho

Seven Senses:

Posting date - TBD - a Chanvember offering

Basically food porn but...romantic and not as messy. Cooking a meal and Chanyeol comes in from working in the home office, lured by the smell. Letting him taste the sauce results in many distractions, not least of which is an arousal so intense you do not make it to the bedroom. It’s a cooking/quarantine based fic, basically exists for no one but me but will be, again, romantic vore lmaooo

Leather And Lace:

It should be a sin for him to be this pretty, big eyes and pink lips almost too boyish for the corset and silk underwear that hugs the curve of his ass with affection. The thick muscles of his calves and thighs have your lips running over the rim of your vodka soda, mouth dry and tongue heavy at the pronounced strength. Women’s wear makes him pretty, but it also makes him powerful, yet he skirts this confidence with a humble gentleness that refuses leave his eyes. An enigma, a mystery, a challenge - you love a challenge, and so you take cracker from his tray, even though you are not hungry.

‘What’s your name?’

Uncertainty clouds his features, and he searches your face for a sign of humor or teasing. Finding none, he swallows thickly.

‘We’re not allowed to give out our names,’ he explains, tone hushed. ‘It’s not...haven’t you done this before?’

Cocking a bemused eyebrow at him, you hum, pushing your lips into a pout and luxuriating in the way he studies the deep crimson of your lipstick. ‘Do I look like someone who does?’

‘I don’t know,’ he muses, unashamed of how blatantly he watches your mouth as you speak. ‘Do I look like someone who does this often?’

‘No.’ Perhaps you’re too quick with your answers, regretting the word as soon as you say it, but you are, if anything, devout to your convictions. And so you cling to them, continuing regardless if you are wrong. ‘No, I think you’re a little...soft.’

Shaking his head, he laughs, a dark sound that has your stomach dropping. Leaning against your ear, he whispers, quiet enough the words fall on a breath that tickles through your hair.

‘I do this a lot,’ he affirms, impish smile grazing over your skin. ‘And my name is Jungkook.’

ask me about my wips!

#wip tag game #55west81st

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Crown For Two {4}

Henry Cavill AU x OFC Xari Thornton AU

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing, Cheesy Christmas Themes, Slow Burn, Dialogue Heavy, PLENTY OF WORDS

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Her slogan; “Traveling the path to the most off-beaten places, so you don’t have to.”

As always, thank you all for reading, I appreciate each and every one of you.

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-Five Days Later-

-Henry-

“Before we get to cut this ribbon, I want to say something. My father—your king.”

He paused, swallowed, and bowed his head slightly, trying to gather his thoughts and reign in his emotions. This was one of the first times he’d spoken about his father since his death, especially in front of the entire country. This unveiling was televised all around Brexendor and probably in neighboring sister countries, which meant he was probably speaking in front of over four million people. Clearing his throat, he tried to continue.

“Eh-em, my father, and your king loved this project. He spent so many nights coming through every detail of it. He particularly wanted to be hands-on with this because he felt this endeavor would bring many people together.”

He looked from face to face in the crowd, making eye contact and giving reassuring smiles—a tactic he’d learned long ago that made speeches more effective.

“He believed though we are individual countries filled with many different races, ethnicities, beliefs, and cultures, he believed we are all one people. He believed that one of the most universal things was connection.”

The crowd murmured their agreement as several heads nodded. He felt the hand of his mother on his shoulder, gently reassuring him and giving him some of her strength.

“As humans, we all crave connection. We all want to make connections in our lives that are worthwhile. That is what this endeavor is, a bridge for our connection across the world beginning with our finances, and he would be so incredibly proud to see it today.”

The crowd before him erupted with applause, giving him a reprieve to bring himself back to his stoic image. He waited for them to quiet down before he continued.

“Without further ado.”

He walked over to the shimmering blue ribbon that was aesthetically tied in front of the bank's doors. Once before them, one of the men handed him giant scissors, and he got into place. The crowd counted down from three. Each second that passed, he could sense the excitement increasing. Once “one” was yelled, he cut the ribbon signaling the crowd to explode with applause and cheers. The camera snapped pictures of him from every angle as he shook hands, waved, and posed with everyone on the bank’s council and the finance commission’s office.

The next hour was spent walking through the location, explaining all the details that his father had put so much time, thought, and energy into. As he pointed things out, he remembered the various conversations they had together about the items and specifications. This was a project just as close to his heart as it was to his father’s. from the corner of his eye, he saw his mother standing in front of the giant grandfather style clock that his father had chosen special. He loved clocks and had collected quite a few in his years. She placed her hand on it, then dipped her head down. He knew her pain.

The following few hours passed with him answering questions and doing his duties as head of the country, never breaking away from the status quo. He could do this in his sleep. That was how well trained he was for this. In a matter of weeks, his duties would be tripled or even quadrupled when he went through his coronation. At that time, he’d really put all that grooming to use. It was an event he’d imagined differently his whole life. For one, he’d always expected to look out to his mother and father’s faces as they’d passed the duties on to him. This future was one he was not prepared for.

“Mother.”

She hummed and spun her head to him with a solemn smile on her lips.

“Are you well?”

She smiled brightly, and any evidence of her previous sadness was only visible in her pale blue eyes, but just a smidge.

“Of course, I am. What about you, my darling boy?”

He smiled. She’d been calling him that since he was, in fact, just a boy.

“Glad to have gotten through that.”

His mother nodded before she looped her arm through his.

“You did beautifully. Your father would be incredibly proud of you, Henry, so incredibly proud.”

The tears welled in her eyes before she kissed his cheekbone.

“I have only ever wanted to make him proud,” he admitted.

“He has been proud of you every single day since you were born. Every day.”

She turned her face away, and he knew it was to hide the tears that had rolled down her cheek. He pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to her, allowing her to dab at her eyes. Several moments passed in silence as he looked out the window at the passing snow-covered hills. After a minute or two, his mother cleared her throat.

“So, what is this I hear of a house guest?”

He smiled to himself, thinking of you, your smile, your tenaciousness, and stubbornness. Since his mother had been away in Sandvell on Queen duties, she’d been absent for the excitement from the last near two weeks. He explained it to her in the vaguest of terms and finished stating you would be remaining at the palace most likely for the duration of the month. He spoke it so flippantly that he hoped it sounded to her ears that it was not a big deal.

“Mm-hm. Well, I am pleased you are showing your charming side rather than your scrooge one.”

He gasped, then snapped his head to her to see her amused eyes dancing with laughter.

“I do not think it is right for a mother to call her son a scrooge.”

She did not look as if she regretted it at all. “It is right for a mother to let her son know how he is perceived or has been for the last seven months.”

“Mother, I do not mean to—I have tried--,” he sighed. “It has only been seven months since--.”

“I know darling, believe me, I know. One of the tragedies of our roles, we are expected to carry on as if we are not human. We are seen as figurines, and we must ever be pristine. The human emotion of grief cannot hold us bad. Oh, how I wish it were different.”

They sat quietly again for a few turns on the drive back to the palace.

“I assume you have taken the necessary precautions with our house guest?”

“Yes.”

“Have you spoken to her?”

“I have.”

“Was it my son the scrooge or my charming son who did the talking?”

He scoffed, then shook his head. “I am always charming.”

His mother giggled before she rested her head on his shoulder.

Once they reached the palace and walked inside, the staff swarmed his mother, giving her details for the preparations for the opening ball that was taking place within the coming days for the beginning of the festive month. It was the tradition for a ball to be thrown the first weekend of the month to usher in the month-long festivities. That also meant that many would come to the palace to stay and join in on the jam-packed month of celebration.

“Yes, Carolina, I know we have much to plan in a short amount of time.”

Carolina, his mother’s personal royal assistant, nodded her strawberry blonde head as she gripped the stack of papers and folders in her arms tighter.

“Welcome home, your majesty,” she began. “Shall we begin right away?”

His mother, now free of her coat and outside garments, shook her head. “No. Prepare the necessary details, and we will meet in the pink tea room in thirty minutes.”

“As you wish, your majesty,” Carolina replied with a head bow and curtsy.

“Oh, Carolina, for tonight’s supper, please tell the kitchen I am feeling quite festive and maybe a roast. I hear we have a house guest, and I would like to welcome her properly.”

“Mother, do you really think that I have been anything but absolutely hospitable?”

She smiled and looped her arm through his again as they began ascending the stairs.

“Of course, I am sure you instructed the staff to be hospitable and tend to her needs,” she clarified.

She knew him too well. If only she knew that he himself had been the most hospitable of all, he thought to himself. He reminisced on the last few days. He hadn’t been able to have dinner with you for the last five days because the closer the event got, the more work he had to do. You’d exchanged emails about his speech with you leaving notes on what he’d prepared or even giving him suggestions on where to carry other thoughts he’d begun. He liked all your additions and suggestions. It was your suggestion to bring up something personal about his father, especially since it was his passion project. He’d had every intention to disregard it, but in the end, he’d listened to you, and he still hadn’t regretted it.

Though you were maybe a six-minute distance from his own bedroom and under the same roof, he hadn’t physically seen you in those five days. He did get information from Dr. Alphonsi and even details from McArthur about how you looked, who had been to see you to extend his apologies for getting you into this predicament. McArthur was now your greatest fan. You hadn’t chastised him or belittled him for hitting you with the car. You said it wasn’t his fault, accepted his apology, and even thanked him because you would have probably had a health crisis sooner rather than later with your other ailments.

Everyone in the palace seemed to have grown to like you. When he saw Jemma, his sister, she often sang your praises and chattered on about something you or your sister had told her. It was easy to see that even she’d been captivated by you, just as he had.

“Were you listening to me?”

Shaking his head, he glanced at his mother with a raised brow. “I am sorry, mother. What were you saying?”

“What has got your head so far away? work?”

He sighed, shrugged, and looked forward, realizing they were in the hall leading to your bedroom.

“Where are you leading me, mother?”

“It is you who is leading me, son.”

He scoffed. Even his feet seemed to want to go to you. he made a swift left turn away from your hall.

“Mother, I have some work to attend to before supper tonight.”

“All right, do not work too hard. Supper is at seven…promptly, Henry.”

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Promptly,” he repeated before continuing on his way.

~~~~~~~~~~

-Y/N-

“I am quite happy with your improvement, Xari.”

You smiled.

“I do feel a lot better today than I have in weeks.”

Dr. Alphonsi smiled and began closing his doctor bag.

“That is wonderful news. The direct infusion through IV usually does work better than capsules or any other treatments. You have been a sample patient. If only my other patients would give me this little trouble.”

You snorted, then shrugged. “What can I say? I’ve always been a teacher’s pet.”

Dr. Alphonsi smiled again before he walked around to the IV rod to disconnect you. You watched as he slowly removed the needle from your forearm, only flinching slightly. He pressed down on the puncture hole for a few moments then plastered a band-aid across your arm.

“There. So as our plan goes. A week IV, a week injections, then repeat,” Dr. Alphonsi reiterated.

“Sounds good.”

Dr. Alphonsi walked over to the stainless steel trey resting on the side table and placed the needle on it, then began taking the emptied IV bag off the pole. Once the items were arranged on the trey, he walked back over to his doctor’s bag.

“Any questions for me?”

You thought for a moment, then began. “Not really since I already know you’re going to say no traveling.”

“You are not a prisoner here, Xari. If you are feeling strong enough, you can go anywhere you choose. The palace has plenty of rooms that would interest you. When it comes to venturing outdoors, I would say be careful, pace yourself, and do not overexert. There have been many who thought they could walk a block only to find they could not make it more than fifteen meters.”

You nodded again.

“Would you like me to speak to the prince about assigning you a lady’s maid?”

“Oh my goodness, no. that is not at all necessary.”

“All right. Well, you have my telephone number if you need me, as does the staff. I have instructed someone to inform you every time you are to take an injection. I have a trained professional here at the palace who can administer it if you are not confident enough to do it yourself. If you feel confident, remember every six hours one vial. I’ve combined them to decrease the number of needle pricks.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Alphonsi.”

He nodded, then prepared himself to leave. As he walked to the door, it opened, and in came Anika.

“Does she have a clean bill of health?”

“Cleaner, but we still have quite a way to go. Slow and steady, says the tortoise to the hare,” Dr. Alphonsi said before walking out of your room.

“Oooh, look who doesn’t have a pole attached to them anymore. How do you feel?”

You took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment, then smiled. “A lot better than a did.”

Anika smiled with you, then dropped on the bed beside you. “Does that mean you can finally leave this room and go exploring with me?”

“Nika.”

“Don’t Nika mean, you know you’re curious and want to look behind every door of this place.”

She had a point. You were curious. You’d been in a few palaces from around the world before, but you’d never been in a palace as a guest. At the thought of “guest,” you began to wonder if that was what you were. Patient yes, unexpected and unwanted temporary responsibility, maybe. The look Anika was giving you said she was impatiently waiting for a response.

“Ugggh, fine. Yes, let’s get our Dora on,” you said, slowly getting out of the bed.

A shower took you longer than usual, mostly in part because you couldn't help but marvel at your surroundings. There was marble and porcelain everywhere. The amount of luxury that surrounded you made your jaw dropped. You sampled everything, beginning with the twelve jets in the shower to the heated bidet. The shower even had a switch that you could change the water from fresh to sea saltwater. That part tripped you up because you didn’t know why anyone would want that. Even the sink had buttons you could use to change the water pressure.

By the time you’d showered and changed, an hour had passed.

“What’d you think of the sea salt option in the shower?”

You snorted, then busted out laughing. “Oh my god, I almost lost my shit. Did you try it?”

“You know I did. Then I immediately regretted it when I forgot and began really getting into crevices to wash and rinse. Ouch.”

That only made you laugh harder. The whole time Anika protested and pouted. When you stepped out of the room into the adjoining one, you felt like you saw it in a new light. The first or even second time you’d been in it, nothing registered. Now, you could appreciate the art on the wall, the décor, and color choices. It screamed elegance but also comfort.

“I asked around, and this particular room is called a sitting room. All of the bedrooms have one,” Anika informed.

“Yeah. When I went and toured Versailles, the sitting room was where visitors were entertained. Marie Antoinette loved to also have tea and cake there before turning in for bed,” you added as you walked around, touching different materials and snapping pictures from a few different angles. It was all super high class. You didn’t expect anything less.

You and Anika stepped into the hall, and your jaw dropped.

“Holy Shit!”

The people in the hall stopped what they were doing and looked back at you while Anika tried to stifle her laugh.

“Sorry, sorry. Please carry on.”

They slowly continued what they were doing while you and Anika made your getaway. The halls were gorgeous. The white and gold complemented each other so well you just knew that this was just the beginning. Then when you looked up to the ceiling at the Sistine Chapel worthy mural, you could hear a heavenly hymn in your ears.

“The Sistine Chapel could never,” you muttered while walking and snapping pictures.

It was so beautiful you almost didn’t want to move. Anika’s arm looped through yours was the directing force. She pulled you down the stairs that were on the same level of grandeur as the Russian opera house’s. The carpet that lined them was blue instead of the red that bathed other royal abodes. It even looked like it was silk. When the two of you finally descended the stairs to the main floor, you went down one of the halls on the right.

The first door you both walked into, Anika whistled loudly. “Well, fuck!”

It was the largest dining room you’d been inside in a long while. The table looked like it could seat at least seventy. As you walked around the room, you took pictures from different angles until you got to the window, then you gaped at what you saw.

“Wow.”

“Like a winter wonderland, right.”

“Have you gone out?”

“Heck no. You know me and winter don’t agree. There is a reason I live in Georgia.”

You shook your head and snapped two pictures before you walked off in search of more. Once you and Anika finished looking around the dining room, you walked into a large parlor with several places to sit. You wondered what the room was used for. Your imagination said it could have been where smoking parties happened, or maybe a lounge area before dinners. It honestly could be used to anything.

A library followed that you knew you could get lost in for days and days and lost you got. You touched titles you were familiar with and others you’d never heard of before, making a mental note to come back and have a closer look. The ones you couldn’t pass up, you took from the shelves and took with you. You didn’t know how long you spent in the library. It was hard to tell because you hadn't looked through the whole thing even with all the time you spent there.

Somehow, you found yourself pushing open intricate golden doors and walking into an ornate room filled with gold, marble, and that same blue carpet lining. From the ceilings hung low hanging crystal chandeliers and an even more awe-inspiring mural. At the end of the carpet, you saw a pair of thrones. Immediately you knew you’d happened upon the throne room. You walked the length of it, taking a picture every few steps. When you reached them, you stopped in front and stared.

You could imagine him sitting in the one on the right. You imagined him with perfect posture, a stern face, and tightly clenched jaws with the most regal of crowns. You wondered if this monarchy was as ostentatious as others. Maybe he usually held a scepter and golden orb while being draped with royal furs. At that thought, you imagined him sitting on that throne completely naked with nothing but the royal furs draped over his shoulders. It was a damn inviting vision, one you wouldn’t mind seeing.

A loud sound behind you made you spin around to find a cleaning crew. Quickly you walked back down the carpet and out the room apologizing for intruding. Once back in the hall, you spun around, unsure when you’d lost Anika. You called her name a few times, but there was no answer. It was then you regretted not bringing your cellphone. You walked a little further down the hall then made a left as the scent of flowers captured your attention.

When you stepped through glass French doors, you felt as if you’d walked into some country garden. The room was bathed in soft amber and purples, no doubt from the sunset. Thanks to the glass room, you were able to see peeks of its glory through the fluffy looking white snow resting on it. The more you walked around, the more the exterior contradicted the interior. You knew it being the dead of winter made it impossible for the sight before you. There were flowers of all different kinds. It was a sea of blues, reds, yellows, pinks, and even purples.

“Holy Shit!”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

You spun around, looking for the owner of the voice, but there was no one there.

“Uh--.”

You walked around cautiously.

“A few more steps.”

After three steps, you found a woman sitting at a table decked out with every piece of a tea set you could imagine, along with a few pastries.

“Found me.”

She looked up at you, then looked back down to your feet until she met your eyes again.

“Uh—hi,” said.

“Hello.”

The smile on her face was pleasant, and it matched the kindness in her blue eyes. They were eyes you felt like you’d seen before, only on someone else. Slowly it hit you who she could be.

“Oh my god, your majesty.”

You dropped down to your best curtesy, hoping it would distract her from your potty mouth. She softly chuckled.

“You are quite all right, dear. Stand up, please.”

You stood and tried not to give away that you were slightly unnerved.

“I’m sorry about the cursing. It’s a horrible habit and probably not—dignified,” you expressed.

She laughed again, then took a sip from her golden rose printed porcelain cup. It looked fancy and antique. “No need to apologize. Believe me; cursing is not the worst thing in the world. I have said quite a few in my day.”

You smiled, even though you found it hard to believe, especially with how prime and proper she looked sitting there.

“I have to know, though. How did you know who I was?”

“Um—your eyes.”

She looked even more curious. “My eyes?”

You swallowed and avoided her gaze. “They’re—they’re the same as Henry’s—eh-em, I mean his highness.”

The way she looked at you made you slightly uncomfortable. She looked like she was assessing you. Before she could speak, another woman walked into the room, one with strawberry blonde hair.

“Your majesty,” she began stopping instantly when she saw you.

You cleared your throat and turned to walk away. “I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No intrusion. Carolina, I think that will be all for today. I would like to finish my tea and possibly get to know our new houseguest.”

“As you wish, your majesty.” She curtsied then walked back out of the room, leaving you alone once again.

“Please, have a seat,” the queen said.

Before you sat, you actually thought to dart out of the room but quickly changed your mind. When you sat down across from her, you took note of the open binders and folders sprawled out on the table. Out of nowhere, someone walked into the solarium, took up the matching teapot, and poured it into a new teacup to your right.

“Will there be anything else, your majesty?”

“Thank you, Edie.”

The woman walked back out of the room, and it got silent for a few moments.

“Please, have some. It is a Darjeeling blend that is grown right here in Brexendor. I drink at least a cup a day. I promise you it is delicious.”

She took another sip, but she didn’t look at all worried that you wouldn’t sample it. You placed the books on top of the table and took up the teacup instead, and sipped. Lavender, mint, honey, and rose filled your mouth. A moan escaped you.

“Good, right.”

Nodding, you took another mouthful.

“How are you?”

After swallowing, you placed the cup down. “I am feeling a lot better, your majesty.”

“Please, every time I am called that, it makes it impossible to forget. Call me, Cecelia, please.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, and it must have shown because she smiled then giggled.

“O—kay.”

“I promise. I am not trying to trick you in any way. I just want you to be comfortable. I can imagine what it feels like to come here and be surrounded by all of this. It is—overwhelming…intimidating even. I just want to make your time here peaceful and enjoyable.”

She didn’t look like she was lying or trying to cover something. She came off as genuinely kind, like she truly meant what she said.

“Thank you, your—Ce—Ms. Cecelia.”

She smiled, then nodded. “Alright. I understand.”

“I’m Xari.”

“A beautiful name. It is wonderful to meet you, dear. I do hope your stay has been a good one so far.”

“Yes, yes, everyone has been nothing but kind and hospitable. I appreciate your kindness,” you expressed.

Cecelia nodded and took another sip from her cup. Her eyes landed on something on the table.

“Of Vice and Virtue and Clandestine. Two wonderful selections.”

“I hope it’s alright. I took them. I promise I will put them back,” you began.

Cecelia reached her hand out and placed it on top of yours. “Xari, I could not care less if you kept them. You are free to anything in the palace.”

You slowly nodded and took another sip of tea. As you did, the photos on the table caught your eye. They were of a decorated room. It looked like a mock-up of a ballroom of some sort. The colors of the flowers were orange, and they didn’t look like they belonged with the pastel green that surrounded them.

“This color scheme is all wrong. You shouldn’t pair orange and green. You have to pick one or the other. I’d recommend the green; it’s very pretty.”

She looked curious, most likely wondering who the hell you were to say half of what you did.

“Are you a decorator?”

“Not officially. I took some classes, got some certificates in event planning and interior design,” you admitted.

“Oh, so you design for a living.”

“No, no. It—I am a travel photographer and blogger. It’s not what I planned, but I fell into it. Event planning and design are more of hobbies.”

“Well, this might just be serendipitous. I am in the middle of planning the ball for the opening of the festivities,” Cecelia began adjusting herself in her seat. “I just got back in Brexendor, and the trip was longer than I anticipated. That means I have two days to put together our annual ball that is supposed to open Brexenavid. That is our month-long celebration of what every Brexdorian prides themselves on—our holiday time.”

“What exactly is Brexenavid?”

“It is our month-long holiday celebration that we go all out for. There are tens of events, sometimes games, balls, dinners, and dignitaries within Brexendor and our neighboring countries who will begin arriving to stay with us here,” Cecelia explained.

You were impressed. It all sounded like a lot of work.

“And you’re the one to plan all of it?”

“Yes. That is my role as the matriarchal head of the royal family. It is one of my many roles.”

You released a breath, then finished your cup of tea. Before you spoke, you poured another.

“So tell me, if you were planning this, how would it look?”

You took a few moments to sip your tea and think about how you would do it. Closing your eyes, you tried to visualize the space, but you’d seen so many spaces that you couldn’t really picture it.

“Where will it be? What room? Can you describe it to me?”

Cecelia smiled, then stood. “I can do better. Let me show you.”

Cecelia walked out of the room, leaving you to hurry behind her. she led you through the hall you’d just walked down until you went down another hall you hadn’t before. About a minute later, you followed her into a large ballroom that looked like it belonged in Versailles. The walls dripped gold, and the ceiling housed so many chandeliers you didn’t bother to count past five.

“Wow. What a room.”

“One of my favorites. It is the usual one I use. What do you think?”

“Nice room. I would say with the amount of light that comes in and the views; I’d play that up. since it is December and I’ve seen several of your streets, Christmas is huge here.”

“If you only knew,” Cecelia confirmed.

“Then play it up. Christmas trees, poinsettias, tree lights, tinsel, everything that everyone loves about Christmas. Give your guests what they really love about this country, the beauty, the splendor,” you suggested.

She looked around the room as if she were trying to picture it. “I like it.”

Her smile was bright. “I more than like it. I love it. Carolina thought floral.”

“Floral isn’t a bad idea. You can add some in. Roses are subtle, lilies, even Dahlias, and Tulips.”

Cecelia approached you and took your hand. “I love your ideas, Xari. I have one of my own. How would you feel about taking point on this? I know you are still recovering, but you would have every staff member at your disposal. You would not be doing too much. You give the design orders, and everyone else will execute it.”

You were speechless and couldn’t believe the queen had just asked you to deck out her palace for a ball. “Obviously, you do not have to if you do not want to.”

“Do what?”

Henry’s voice brought your attention to him. he wore a simple white button-down shirt and grey dress pants. While it wasn’t as formal, he still looked put together.

“I have just asked Xari if she would put together the ball.”

“Mother. She is supposed to be resting and recuperating. Dr. Alphonsi has left very strict orders, and work was on the list of prohibited actions.”

His mother looped her arm with his with a smile. “Oh, darling, I am not talking about manual labor. She has quite an eye for design and event planning. I thought it would be fun.”

“Mother--,” Henry began again.

“Plus, what are you doing here?”

“You said supper was promptly at seven.”

“Heavens, is it seven already? All right, Xari, you do not have to answer right away. You can take the night to think about it. we should all go to supper.”

“Uh—I’ll go back to my room,” you began.

“Nonsense, looking at you, you are well enough to dine with the rest of us. Come,” Cecelia pressed as she released Henry to loop her other arm with yours and led you closer to her son.

Henry smirked, and when he realized he was in the middle, he softly scoffed and held out his arm for you. Your eyes locked for a few seconds, and you picked up a hint of amusement behind his blue orbs. You slowly looped your arm through his, allowing him to led the two of you out of the ballroom and down the long hall.

As you walked, his mother chattered on about something that you paid no mind to. All you could focus on was the smell of Henry’s cologne and his towering presence beside you. Your hand rested on his forearm, and the heat radiating off of him tempted you to flex your fingers against him. The minute your fingers moved, you felt his bicep tense. It was an action that brought your eyes to him. You lost your breath when you found his were already on you. Goodness, you thought to yourself, slowly trailing your eyes over the details of his face until they landed on his lips.

“Eh-em.”

Snapping your head forward, you saw that you’d arrived in the dining room. You pulled your arm free and walked away from Henry flashing them out, trying to cool them from his heat and gain some control over your wayward thoughts. This dining room was a different one from before. It looked more intimate.

“This is the dining room we prefer to eat in as a family,” Cecelia explained the closer you got to the table.

Taking your place beside Anika, Henry took his at the head of the table while his mother across from you beside a beaming Jemma. Once everyone was seated, the staff walked in carrying trays of food toward you. Once yours was put down, the silver cover was taken off to reveal a pot roast of some kind.

“I hope you are not a vegetarian,” Cecelia began.

“Oh no, my sister and I love all kinds of meat, Anika blurted out, making you give her a harsh eye.

“Wonderful. Please, dig in.”

Dinner went on uneventfully. Jemma talked about her plans to include a local orphanage in the planned festivities for the month. Everyone seemed to think it was an excellent idea. Then the conversation turned to Anika as the Queen tried to get to know her better. The only ones who remained relatively quiet were you and Henry. Every so often, your eyes met and lingered. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words never manifested. That was when your eyes drifted to some part of him, either it was his lips, or his hands, or even those sprigs of black hair that teased the bounty that laid under his shirt just waiting to be played with.

By the time dinner was finished, and after dinner, coffee and tea were served, things had moved to one of the sitting rooms you’d walked through earlier in the day. After your first cup of chamomile and lavender tea, the queen said her goodnights and left you, Anika, and Jemma to your own devices. It allowed you to crack open one of the books you’d picked earlier. By the time you finished your second cup of tea, exhaustion had caught up with you. When you looked up, it was just you and Henry sitting there. Once again, Anika had disappeared, this time taking Jemma with her.

His nose was buried in a book. Before you could admire the view of him sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, his eyes drifted to you; then he lowered his book to reveal a soft smile. Neither of you spoke. It was a comfortable silence that didn’t need to be filled with words. A yawn sprang from you, making him snort.

“This can’t be regular chamomile or lavender.”

“You are probably right. I do know it is farmed straight from the field and brought here,” he answered.

“Wow, so literally from the earth to your stomach.”

Henry smiled again.

“I um—I think I should probably turn in,” you said.

Henry placed his book aside, then stood. “Allow me to walk you back to your room.”

“Thank you, your highness.”

He smiled, came closer, and held his arm out to you.

“Are you always such a gentleman?”

“I try to be. It is what I was raised to be,” he replied.

“So—always. There isn’t a time of day where you say fuck it and let it all fall away?”

He smiled and stepped a little closer. It was as close as he was the first night in the bar before you parted ways. His eyes bore into you from his towering height, and you decided you wanted to see what he would do.

“There is about an hour in the morning when I first wake. No one has come in to give me news or updates. It is quiet, and my mind is clear. Then there are those few minutes at night before I fall asleep where I can let everything fall off me. In those two moments—I—I feel like myself.”

There was a pained look in his eyes that you wanted to know more about.

“And what does it feel like to be yourself?”

Henry gave you a melancholy smile. “Lonely.”

A full minute passed then Henry held out his arm again. “Shall we?”

You looped your arm and let him lead the way out of the sitting room, down the long corridor, and up the grand steps. The walk was quiet, but you didn’t feel weird being close to him like this. It felt normal. Halfway to your room, Henry spoke.

“My father told me before he died, the more people that want a piece of you, the less you have for yourself and the lonelier it is at the top.”

“Sounds like the words of a wise man.”

“He was very wise.”

Silence. You’d heard the sadness in his voice the first time he mentioned his father.

“Do you miss him?”

“Every single second of every single day,” Henry answered.

As you turned down the hall that would lead to your room, the silence returned.

“Your speech was amazing.”

“You’re saying that because you helped write it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It doesn’t matter who helped write it. Words are nothing without the conviction to back them up. You made the speech.”

You could feel his eyes on you, so you met them right before you stopped in front of your door.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He then took a step to you, closing the wide gap between you.

“Do you usually have to approve the plans for big events?”

His crinkled brow said he was confused. “I guess it depends. Why?”

“Well, since you are so busy being his highness and all, the only way we’d ever see each other the next few days would be for me to accept your mother’s offer and plan this ball seeing how his highness would get the final say-so on all plans. Right?”

Henry slowly began smiling then he licked his lips. “That sounds about right, but that would mean one thing and one thing only.”

You leaned against your door and smiled innocently. “And what’s that?”

“That you want to see me almost as much as I want to see you.”

Your heart pounded faster and faster. “Almost as much?”

Henry rested his arm on the door jamb, sort of boxing you in. “You have to know, Xari.”

“Know what, your highness?”

“Henry,” he whispered quite breathlessly as he stared into your eyes.

The tension between you was palpable. It felt like any second one or both of you were going to do something that neither of you could take back. The loud crack of thunder boomed outside, bringing you both to realize your surroundings. Henry cleared his throat and took two steps back.

“Good night, Xari. I look forward to seeing those plans at every decision,” he said with a stern face and plenty of humor in his eyes.

“Your highness.”

He sighed, then walked back down the hall, leaving you to admire the sway of his hips and the plump but firm state of his ass. God help you, you thought to yourself before you stepped back into your room. You’d never been good at fighting off temptation. You liked to put up a fight but eventually, you always gave in.

You knew that it was only a matter of time before you did just that.

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