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HI BABES<3!!! Can you please please please, write something for a sub!yan Izuku and mean reader đ€, literally my favorite thing to read! But if not, I just wanna say I love your writing!
ofc, poota butt! and thank you so much, iâm glad you love my writing. i hope this is worth your while, love đ€
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë CONTENT WARNINGS: nsfw (17+) , yandere themes , sub!yan!izuku , dom!mean reader , oral (f!recieving) , mention of anal fingering , zuku being delulu and v obsessive , honestly not proofread lmaoo
pro!hero izuku midoriya. majority know him as a strong and reliable leading figure, with his strength and intelligence being respected equally. but the man you knew him to be was the total opposite. here he kneels in front of you, lapping up your cunt with your juices, never taking his pleading eyes off of you.
izuku was a total creep. always watching you through darkened corners and small windows, following you everywhere you went no matter if other bystanders watched him in suspicion. he was a major stalker. and with being the obsessive freak he is, you wanted to mess with his head so bad, to the point where he completely crumbles to the slightest amount of attention you give him.
you wanted to use him for all his worth. izuku doesnât care if youâre the nicest child of god or the meanest bitch on earth. all he wants is for you to notice him, acknowledge himâ be something worth your while. And what if you spent that âwhileâ making him spread his legs and finger himself while you watched? who is he to try and stop you?
if he canât be with you, at least he can make himself useful. if you say that all heâs good for is eating that pussy of yours, who is he to oblige? as long as heâs good for something.
it was just fun and games at first. using the stalker, letting him trip over himself by the fact that you were actually paying attention to him. but the more and more these activities kept going on, the more and more you found yourself becoming fond of the man.
your conscience told you to get outta there, that playing with someoneâs feelings was just dead wrong. but it was just too entertaining for you to run away. who else would let you treat them like a little doggy on a leash? no one else but him. thatâs why you felt that izuku was a moreâŠspecial case that needed to be explored to the lowest depths. for your satisfaction, of course.
âi promise to show you iâm worth somethinâ to youâŠ.pleaseâŠdonât leave me, i wonât be able..to live without you.â he says, his hot breath hitting your lips as izuku continues to slurp away at your clit.
your legs shake at the hot breeze, your hand rushing down to hold the back of his head. you can only sigh at his words, pushing his head down a little more.
he savors every swipe of his pink tongue over your abundant slick like itâs the last time heâll ever get to, and with a hitch of his breath, tears spring to his eyes when he thinks in the slightest that it might be.
if it wasnât good, you woulda left âem already.
#hope you liked it ml#constructive critism welcome#mwah đ#mimi.writesđ#mha x black reader#bnha#mha#bnha x black reader#bnha x black!reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha smut#mha smut#mha x black!reader#izuku x black!reader#izuku smut#mha izuku#izuku x reader#bnha izuku#izuku midoriya#yandere izuku midoriya#yandere izuku x reader
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just fine. -h.hj ⊠!
𧞠chapter 1.
read chapter 2 âż here.
Íⶠpairing : hwang hyunjin x fem!reader Íⶠinfo : sadfic (IM SORRY) , a LOT of angst , melancholy (ofc) , drama , feelings , mature themes , suggestive , bsfs , one sided . Íⶠpersonas: uni students ; dancers ; hyunjin does art and dance, reader does dance and songwriting. ÍÍⶠword count : 534 Íⶠwarnings : mature themes !
âSeriously?âÂ
His voice shot through, brows furrowing in confusion as he ran his fingers through his freshly-permed, raven strands.Â
âYouâre saying youâve neverâ ever, slept or made out with a guy?â âHow are we still on this topic?âÂ
The brunette that was nicely settled on her bed, whined, eyes quickly skimming through her Economics course-book. She tapped her pen against the page, trying to focus.Â
âI thought we were over this. Yes, Hyunjin, Iâm so pathetic and picky that Iâve never slept or kissed a guy. Can we end it here, please?â He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her life like it was some biography project.Â
âWhat about that guy at the freshersâ party?â
âWe had just met?â She sighed, flipping the pages of her textbook a little too forcefully.
He wasn't ready to drop the subject just yet.Â
"But you guys were flirting the whole night. I thought for sure something happened after I left."
âFlirting? You call yapping about similar interestsâ in this case, songwriting, flirting now? While your tongue was figuratively and practically downââÂ
She got up from the bed, her voice wavering the tiniest bit, the twinkle in her eyes, fading just a tad. To which she continued by clearing her throat.Â
â..Seoriâs throat the whole evening?â A glare was shot his way, as she walked towards him, or rather her desk he was nestled near, grabbing a pair of her pastel highlighters.
Hyunjin's eyebrows furrowed further at her jab, but there was a softness in his gaze as he watched her. He knew her well enough to catch the shift in her tone, the subtle way her defences went up whenever this topic came around. They'd shared everything growing upâsecrets, dreams, fearsâyet, there were still things he couldn't quite figure out about her.
The soft sound in the background was like a lullaby, weaving through the air with a bittersweet elegance. The ethereal notes of "Apocalypse" by Cigarettes After Sex drifted like whispered secrets, mingling with the soft hum of the room. Its dreamy, hazy paints brushed over the room like on a canvas, accentuating the gravity of their conversation as if the song itself was echoing their unspoken intentions.
With her gaze lingering on him a moment longer, tracing the familiar curves of his faceâ her eyes flickered with a blend of frustration and vulnerability.Â
Those sharp yet calm eyes that seemed to pierce through her defences, his plump lips that moved so delicately, spilling words that always made her heart clench just a little too tight.Â
There was a melancholy in the way her eyes looked at him, betraying a sadness she kept buried deep in the shadows, the familiar glint absent.
For a brief moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to close the distance between them.
To let the words she never dared to speak tumble out.Â
To feel those pink lips on hers, once again.
To let the outer world fade away in a muted embrace, even if it lasted just a mere minute.
Butâ there are always buts, right?
Butâ those lips could never belong to her.
But, he could never be hers.Â
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author's note !
HAIAIAIAIAI DWBHHKEHEEWJ I AM BACK i hate sadfics yet half my notes app is full of sadfics </3 lowkey or highkey inspired by cough cough hyune's past 3 lives w the permed hair plus hyunebinnie dorm..? next part..?
#skz#leeminho#hyunjin x reader#skzsmut#skz imagines#skz ff#skz series ff#uni au#hyunjin#changbin#jeongin#seungmin#felix#stray kids#fanfiction#stray kids ff#stray kids fanfiction#stray kids x reader#skzxreader#straykids#skzfluff#skzff#skz x reader#skz fluff#oneshot#drabbles#hanjisung#bang chan#straykidsff#hyunjin ff
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HELLO ALL
TLDR
No reblogging from the blog this year - posting prompts tomorrow the 31st
For the past few years I've very much struggled with reblogging everyone's activity in the tag. So this year I will not be doing so.
(OR maybe I will? I just don't want to commit)
Even if I knew how to make a bot that reblogs - a lot of people still use the unique tag to tag outside challenges. So I've always had to hand submit. However it became too stressful for me and for the past few years I ended up avoiding it until later weeks or even months.
If you noticed I didn't finish reblogging last year so- I've just given up on that.
Honestly I've struggled a lot with depression for the last 7 years or so. It's been harder and harder to find my way back to tumblr. It doesn't help that my phone can barely handle the amount of apps it already has.
My main account @puff-pink hardly ever updates because of my big sad. And I don't know if I'll ever get back on the horse in the same way I did before.
Some of you know me as an artist, and tho I still churn out subpar art for my day-job I've struggled a lot to make art for myself during my depression. Partially because one year I overworked my hand - and still deal in continual wrist aches. Even the weeks I don't pick up a drawing tool.
I intended this challenge for myself and maybe the small fandoms I was in at the time. But it took off among writers and creators of all types across all fandoms.
One year I even tried to tally the most popular fandoms but there were honestly too many to keep track of- and I stopped after the first three pages of submissions.
I don't claim to have invented the concept of FemSlash February. Before I started the prompts I swear I had heard the phrase somewhere. Tho not sure where. Perhaps it had been amongst my friends on Skype. Back when I had online friends and Skype(I'm still not sold on Discordđ€·ââïž).
However that January I thought it would be fun to partake in a challenge of some kind. But scouring tumblr and the general internet. I could only find half hearted efforts on fanfiction sites from years past.
I'm so proud of all my Sapphic creators on here that have partaken every year. Even if I've never shown favoritism or awarded anyone. I do notice those that actually complete the challenge AND those that keep coming back each year(looking at you H20 writer(I don't remember your username but there's a mermaid writer that's a writing machine)). I truly am proud of you especially in my shriveled state of creativity. Thank you for your efforts. For your hype. And for your love of women of all kinds across all the universes.
Each year I'm surprised to find even more categories I never thought to include. From mood boards, to doll photography, to ofc the classic art and writing. May your pencils forever be in union with your sister mediums.
On that note. There is a strict NO AI GENERATED ART or writing this year.
Not that I could physically stop anyone who does use AI. But I do not want that sort of thing associated with this challenge. It's become scarily good in 2023 to the point it can't always be identified. So I simply ask for the honor system when it comes to AI generated creations.
That being said. If you've made it to the end of this post:
Prompts will be posted tomorrow.
I usually prefer to give yall more of a buffer, but I've been busy. Both with Big Sad, rescuing some feral cats, my own life, errands, chores and work.
If you're still here- here is a preview of the first three days.
FEB 1 - black
FEB 2 - spring
FEB 3 - cake
The 14th as usual will be some sort of Valentine romance type theme(haven't decided specifically yet) and as always there will be a Rest Day.
Expect some repeat prompts. In the past I tried to avoid them but idc anymore.
It's also a Leap Year this year so expect one extra prompt to throw off the symmetry of what's normally 28 days.
Thanks for coming back this year. And thank you to those that still check on this blog.
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Keep loving girls
-PuffPink
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Tim Drake x Reader
warning; none ! author's note; despite my whole ocean theme, i LOVEEEEE psychology !! :3 ofc i want to be a marine biologist, but forensic psychology will always hold a special place in my heart aka my back up option ! also, with school coming up + the fact im taking ap psych this year, i thought this would be a good motivation T^T
âHey, babe ! Did you know that being in love biochemically is the same as an obsessive disorder ?" You were taking ap psychology and, to be honest, it was kicking your butt a bit. However, having a master detective as a boyfriend always helped ! Plus, it made the whole thing a little more fun. The soft smell of coffee, the scratching of pencil on paper, and the occasional kiss whenever you'd answer a question correctly. Sure, you could've just bought a Psychology for Dummies book, but it was so much easier, and more fun, to ask the boy genius that was Tim Drake for help ! "Hmm, that's a new one. Maybe that's why I like being around you so much !" He joked with a soft smile. Ever the softie he was for you, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before continuing what he was doing. There was the normal stuff to go over; Who was the father of psychology, what were the five major perspectives, Freud's Theory of Personality. All of which you had gone over for hours judging by the number of times Alfred had walked past. "Timm, I'm bored of all this stuff ! If I have to read one more sentence about Aristotle, I'm going to lose my mind," You groaned, putting your head on the table. "We can take a break if you want, rose. It's been a while since we started..." With that, you grabbed his hand and rushed off to the garden. Flowers covered the gazebo, the sun reflecting on your skin making you glow a honey sort of brown. "Maybe it's just the sleep deprivation talking, but you look beautiful," Tim teased, his cheeks a soft shade of pink and his eyes never once leaving you. He could've been right, maybe it was just his sleep deprivation, but any old lesson in psychology would've taught you it was oxytocin. Love that was undescribable by any old philosopher.
kinda sucks, but it was mainly for pure self indulgence anyways ! i love you tim drake matching my crippling psychology nerd stuff
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Hi, I love your magical girl oc and her lore/story so far! Do you take inspiration from Sailor Moon? cuz y'know moon theme, reincarnations, pink haired magical girl from the future relating to the protagonist appears in the present, and the Glorious Nocturne form also reminds me a lot of Princess Serenity. I was just curious if you did that on purpose or if I'm just seeing things cuz Sailor Moon is rotting my brain ^^;
anyway whichever it is I love seeing seeing people's magical girl ocs and i love it even more when they're designed really well and have interesting stories to go with them, and yours is just like that :]<3
Yes actually, a lot of my creative project around Lettie is Sailor Moon inspired! Ofc I have a whole collage of inspirations for this story but Sailor Moon has always been a big special interest of mine and a large part of my personal identity as a queer fem autistic person.
My story is more cosmic horror and dark fantasy centric, putting emphasis on the fear of the unknown especially how it relates to space and demons. Thereâs something about SMâs whimsical form of storytelling even when dealing with darker territory thatâs always inspired me. So my goal was to push it further and flip the themes and aesthetics on its head, even giving it a more mature theme in relation to being a young adult navigating the world for the first time!
Instead of the holy light of the moon that guides the path of love and justice, itâs the sheltering darkness of the new moon that brings a new beginning of love and joy. That in which is unknown *becomes* known through the power of love and understanding.
anyway thank u anon for the question, I always love and appreciate when ppl ask about my project. it motivates me to continue working on it and put it out as a graphic novel series someday đ©·
#original character#oc tag#oc stuff#magical girl#magical girl oc#sailor moon#i kinda rambled there but#i just rlly love sailor moon#makes me happy when ppl spot the inspo
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The anon who just found out u were fuwushiguro here!!
Yes I absolutely understand the frustration from not performing as well with follower count to likes ratio - as an artist who used to be quite popular and likes went from thousands to only like seventy. At some point you feel like youâre not doing it for you, but actually for others. Iâm happy you realised the happiness can come from writing and not only hate.
The friend who left you I can also relate to a bit, my ex best friend of 6 years also left me quite recently and it was like there was an empty hole in me because even if youâre not friends anymore, your brain canât quite handle the change. Iâm so sorry that happened to you, but the greatest challenge is to not only hold yourself to one person but to be open and try new possibilities, and thatâs what youâve seemed to done! You have new friends, new mental attitude, and a brand new beautiful blog (that I love the theme of btw!!!) Youâre doing great and will continue to do so, because if there are 100 rinhaler fans Iâm one of them, if there are 10 rinhaler fans Iâm one of them and if there are none, Iâm dead.
Also to the question you had, idk itâs just the way you describe certain things..? Itâs hard to explain, I have about 50 fanfic blogs that I really love the writing of and fuwushiguro was one of them. Your world building, character description as well as development, SO GOOD!! And your wusyaname series was amazing, I used to check your blog religiously for any updates, and Iâm happy youâre reuploading them here bc now Iâm gonna reread them every week!
Also the way you wrote yuuji in the aita!sukuna fic was extremely similar to the first few chapters in wusyaname before he goes on that trip (if I remember right)
Have a great day/night :D
omg ARTIST AAAAAA im obsessed I'd love to see your stuff if you ever feel comfortable sharing with me sometime but no pressure ofc! I know it's very personal! ive been trying to get more into art but im finding it hard to balance practicing art stuff and writing. I also have massive art insecurity bc I don't think I'm good enough (same with my writing) so I totally understand if u wanna keep it all to yourself but go you for being a talented babe <3
interactions on tumblr suck and I'm starting to be able to tell myself it's purely luck what performs well and what doesn't, so I'm finding it a lot easier to write things I actually want to write now rather than what I think my followers will like.
Also yeah in regard to my friend, we were online friends and we'd only known each other for around two years but god i adored her and i still do tbh. I think about her and our memories all of the time we were so so close so her decision to just randomly cut me off really hurt. I'd love to talk to her again but I know I have to respect her decision and I wish her the best!
It's been a good opportunity to get back into writing so at least something nice has come from something so sad. And I love this little space so much! I'm glad you like my theme! It was greenish at first n i was like nope this aint the one i am a pink girl through and through!
ALSO AAAA THE WAY IM BLUSHING ABT AITA YUUJI BEING LIKE WUSYANAME YUUJI UR SO RIGHT đ© definitely not intentional but god maybe i missed him more than i thought! I'm so excited to be reposting it though it's going to be like living through the magic of it all again and hearing what everyone thinks and stuff! I haven't read it in so long so I feel like I'm right there with you all hehehe
anyway thank you for supporting me always ur literally the best i adore u pls take care of urself mwah mwah mwah
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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,Â
Words:Â 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 sheâs doing there, all in hopes of either living vicariously through her or to plan their next vacation. Â
Her slogan; âTraveling the path to the most off-beaten places, so you donât have to.â Â
Her next stop on her four destination travel itinerary of âPlaces You May Never Have Heard Ofâ 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 sheâs 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. Â
As soon as she awakens, she realizes sheâs 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, itâs going to be fast-paced a bit, and I am gonna overload you with pictures because why the hell not, itâs a Christmas Fic. đ 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.
If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!! â€ïžâ€ïž
***VERY Loosely Edited/Proofread***
***Interactive***
***Picture Heavy***
Previous Chapters: {1} | {2} | {3} | {4} |Â
 -Henry-
Heâd been tempted before that was a fact. Heâd 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. Thisâwas 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 heâd 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. Heâd 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 werenât any different. The first morning you came knocking at the door of his office was a morning he hadnât 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 youâd already managed to accomplish. Each detail you ran by him to either get his approval or his input. Normally he didnât 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 didnât 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 dĂ©cor this year would be a breath of fresh air.
 As you spoke, his eyes never lingered far from your lips. When you smiled he couldnât 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 didnât want to thinkânot with you. still, his trained body didnât 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, heâd thought heâd 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 heâd ever felt for any woman whoâd 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 wasnât. Instead, he was sitting in his private art room paintingâpainting you. With every brush stroke, he attempted to get the exact gleam in your eye heâd seen, the perfect width of your smile, and the precise glow of your complexion.
 This was a hobby heâd ignored the past year for many reasons, lack of time and inspiration were high on the list. Since his fatherâs 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 fatherâs 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. âWhat is the matter with you?â
 He stood from the easel and walked around the room stretching his legs. Heâd 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 thoughtsâall of you.
âBeware 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.â
 He couldnât help but chuckle to himself at his fatherâs 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 heâd confessed to nearly falling prey to a viper of a woman, according to his description. Sheâd 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,  whoâd 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, heâd met many women and many of those womenâs hearts were far from pure. His sixth sense steered him far away but this sixth sense was not steering him away from you.
 âHeart of a saint or a snake. Which one?â
 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-
Youâd 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 youâd gotten done in the last two days. It always amazed you the world that opened when money wasnât an object. When youâd 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.
 Youâd been spending like a maniac but you still hadnât reached the cut-off budget. You still had a cool million to go and you doubted youâd need it. When you told Jemma she couldnât 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 youâd done it. Your first instinct was to laugh but you didnât. You simply told them you didnât 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 couldnât believe youâd 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. Youâd laughed, but she didnât. It was a joke, right? Sheâd 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 didnât mean you had to use it all. You fully understood that. You didnât 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, youâd 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 youâd 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. Youâd 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.
 âXari?â
 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 Henryâs shirt. He stood there with his hands up in surrender with his eyes wide.
 âOh my god! Oh no. Oh shit,â 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.
 âIâm so sorry. Oh god. Shit. This is bad. Shit, shit, shit!â
 âWhat a mouth you have there.â
 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.
 âFirst of all you have no idea about this mouth of mine,â you teased. Henryâs brows quirked.
 âOh?â
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.
 âI am here now, I am willing to sit for the lesson.â
 âWas that an innuendo?â
 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 Henryâs jaw clench and before he reached for you to help you up.
 âIâm sorry,â you repeated.
 âIt is all right. It was cold. No harm done.â
 You continued to dab at his shirt trying to help.
 âI should be apologizing. I should not have snuck up,â Henry added.
 âNo, itâs not you. Itâs just everything here is so different and big. You sounded louder than Iâd expected.â
 âThen I should apologize all the more. I should have thought of it and taken more care. I apologize.â
 You scoffed and shook your head, âIâll accept your unnecessary one if you accept mine.â
 Henry smiled. âI accept your apology and thank you for accepting my very much needed one.â
 You werenât going to win this battle, you deduced and walked back over to the table.
 âWhat brings you here at this hour, your highness? Shouldnât you be getting your beauty sleep?â
 Henry sat across from you and smirked. âDo I need beauty sleep?â
 âAbsolutely not. You have more than your fair share,â you replied without a thought.
 Henryâs smiled widened. âYou should be the one to talk.â
 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.
 âAh, I see you like to hear I think you are beautiful.â
 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. âNot at all. You probably say that to every woman you meet.â
 Henry scoffed and shook his eyes as his eyes dropped to the mess before you.
 âWow, so this is the madness before the beauty?â
 You shrugged.
 âI did receive your final assessment. I am impressed. Under budget.â
 âWhat can I say? Iâm a miracle worker.â
 âI would agree. I am very excited to see the end result. Maybe I can convince you to remain in Brexendor and be the monarchyâs events planner.â
 You were stumped. Was he joking or serious. You tilted your head to the side and took him in.
 âI promise there would be a hefty salary that would accompany the position.â
 âWaitâyouâre being serious right now?â
 Henry smiled small then shrugged before looking away.
 âHow did you find this place?â
 âUhâas embarrassing as it is I didnât. I got lost and just said fuck it.â
 Henryâs 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. Youâd seen him laugh before but this looked different. Resting your chin in your hand you went all googly-eyed. When Henryâs eyes met yours again he wiped tears away before he sighed out.
 âI am sorry, that just came out.â
 âNo, donât apologize. I liked hearing it. You look different when you laugh.â
 âDo I?â
 You nodded.
 âI have laughed around you before.â
 âYou have but nowâIâm not sure if any laugh before was really a laugh.â
 âHm. That has been my laugh for the majority of my adult life. Are you insinuating that it is a fake?â
 You sighed, sat back then crossed your arms over your chest. Henryâs eyes quickly darted to your chest then back to your face, but it wasnât quick enough. Heâd been caught.
 âI donât know if itâs fake but maybe it is not genuine, or authentic. Maybe for your adult life, youâve been so constrained, soâhyper-aware that youâve been unable to fullyâbe uninhibited and just allow something to flow from you withoutâcontrol.â
The look on his face went from interested amusement, to serious and spaced out. If you didnât know him any betterâand you didnâtâyouâd 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.
 âIâm sorry. Oh my god, I didnât mean to insult you or even begin to pretend as if I know anything about you. I swear I just said that without thinking. Itâs something I always do. Iâm sorry.â
 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.
 âYou did not insult me. In fact--.â
 Henry rubbed the back of his neck and took another deep breath before slowly releasing it.
 âIn fact, I think you may have just seen through thirty-plus years of absoluteâbullshit.â
 Your eyes bugged. This was the first time youâd heard him curse. Henry scoffed and laughed a little.
 âI think that you--,â 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. âYou may know me better than ninety-nine percent of Brexendor.â
 Your eyes widened. Youâd known him a few weeks, there was no way.
 âNinety-nine?â
 âThe last remaining percent would be my mother.â
 That was when your jaw dropped. It was an inconceivable thought to process because of how short a time youâd 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.
 âIâm sorry,â you found yourself saying.
 Henry shook his head slightly and peered at you with a question behind his irises.
 âIâm sorry that youâve had to live your life too confined, so carefully that you canât 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.â
 The look on his face must have been the epitome of puppy dog because your heart tugged and broke for him.
 âMy heart breaks for you.â
 Henryâs nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched. When he opened his mouth and spoke you only caught a piece of it.
 âHeart of a--.â
 âHm? What was that?â
 He shook his head and dropped his eyes. âNothing. Sorry.â
 You didnât 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.
 âAh, by the wayâŠbullshit?â
 The deep indentations between Henryâs brows melted away and his mouth again turned right side up into a soft smile while he nodded.
 âWow, color me surprised your highness. I didnât know you knew how to curse.â
 His smile went wider right before he shrugged.
 âWhat can I say? You are a bad influence.â
 You gasped exaggeratedly and feigned shock and hurt.
 âMoi? Excuse me, your highness?â
 Henry snickered and leaned forward resting his elbows on the table before him. âDo you object?â
 You mirrored his movements and smiled widely. âNot at all. Stick with me kid and Iâll have you fully corrupted by the time I leave. Youâll be a brand new man. Brexendor will have no idea what hit it.â
 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 otherâs company. Once the two of you had composed yourself, he told you about the solarium heâd dubbed snow globe and informed you it was his not-so-secret, secret place. It was a place heâd found to hide from his royal studies and duties as a kid and teenager and spent countless hours reading, and playing.
 When you guessed heâd 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 heâd always been a painter but wasnât able to do it because of his schedule. When you tried to find out what heâd 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 wasnât 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 didnât feel tired at all.
 âI am sorry for keeping you up all night.â
 You smiled and leaned on your door. âEh, itâs okay. I donât mind.â
 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.
 âIâm sorry about your shirt again.â
 âIt is fine. It was going in the garbage either way,â Henry assured.
 âWhat are the chances that youâll show me that painting one day?â
 He smiled again. âYou really want to see it, huh?â
 âYes. The curiosity is killing me. I feel like I have to know and I might just do anything to see it.â
 Henryâs expression darkened and he took a step to you. âAnything?â
 You bit your bottom lip and sucked on it for a few moments. Youâd said it already and you couldnât take it back.
 âName your price, your highness.â
 Henry took another step toward you. âI am not interested in your money.â
 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.
 âThen what exactly are you interested in, your highness?â
 Henryâs Adam's apple bobbed and a second later he took the final step to you, completely closing the gap of propriety. While his body wasnât 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.
 âHenry,â 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, âYour kingdom calls you your highness, I should too.â
 âFuck the kingdom,â 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, Henryâs arm was around you holding you at your waist.
âMy name is Henry and it is the only name I wish to hear you call meâfor now.â
 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 wouldnât try to stop it or alter your course.
 âEh-em.â
 It was a distant sound that barely broke through the sultry haze that engulfed you both.
 âEh-eh-em!â
 Henryâs head snapped to the right first but yours followed soon after. There stood the man you knew as Henryâs driver whoâd 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.
 âIt is time,â he said.
 You felt Henryâs 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.
 âEh-em. I am sorry, Xari,â 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 dousedânot completely or at all. Keeping your eyes from his you nodded.
 âItâs fine. Iâm sorry as well.â
 Henry didnât speak right away nor did he move. with your eyes glued to the blue carpet, you caught glimpse of him balling his fists.
 âI have--,â Henry began.
 ââYes, I understand,â you interrupted.
 Henry sighed, âGood night.â
 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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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
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you have rex wrapped around your finger, so ofc he said yes to your proposal to take part in easter egg huntingÂ
wouldnât 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 heâs 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
âRex can you reach the purple egg up thereâ 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. âThank you my loveâ you kissed his cheek and walked off to an untouched section of the park that the kids hadnât got to yet. Rex felt his cheeks heat up and he followed after you like a lost puppy.
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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 youâd 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 thereÂ
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 wouldnât 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
âTheyâre staringâ 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. âAfter weâre done, we can give the eggs away to the kidsâ he nodded and laced your fingers together âand when I mean we give the eggs away, I mean the ones filled with candy not the moneyâ
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denied doing egg hunting with you
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ânoâ
after some convincing, he joined you
he didnât 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 couldnât 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 compliedÂ
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. âAre you sure youâre not 12?â You placed the few eggs you had in the basket that he held for you âyes Iâm sure, but just so you know, i refuse to share both the candy and the money with youâ you gave him a pointed look. Cody hummed, and hid his free hand behind his back. âYou wouldnât at least share a single piece of candyâ with your boyfriend?â he pouted and you hissed âokay okay fine, only a couple of candies and thatâs itâ Cody raised both his eyebrows âhmm what a shameâ 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 âyou bitch-â
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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
âAlright ground rules! No pushing or shoving, stealing eggs from one another is fine, but no stealing from each otherâs basketsâ
this easter was a chaotic messđ§
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 wouldnât 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. âFives are you serious right now?â 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. âI got this one just for youâ he placed the golden egg in your nearly empty basket and kissed your forehead ânow back to my missionâ he scurried off before you could tell him off, but alas, it fell onto deaf ears and he was halfway across the backyard.
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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 âthank you, but itâs yoursâ to keepâ your cousin smiled and shook their head âyou can hav etâ. 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.
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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 đđ 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 đ
Anyway, since you asked for more August, here is my August Walker Masterlist
One-shots
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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 Augustâs 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. đ NEW đ Â
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.)đ NEW đ 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) Youâve 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. đ NEW đ Â
Poison Honey - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, a âthrill of the chaseâ 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. đ NEW đ Â
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. đ NEW đ Â
Pink Umbrella - August x Reader (Fluff to smut, soft!August Walker, DD/LG, thigh riding, gloves fetish (itâs 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. đ NEW đ
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.) Â August sits alone in his office, thinking about the one he canât 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 itâs borderline dub-con.) If there is anything August enjoys itâs breaking those who resist him. Now trapped in his little cage, the little bird has no where to fly to
Daddyâs Girl - August x OFC Â (Explicit Smut, hatefucking) Â 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. Â Â 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 Â (Explicit smut, public fingering) August Walker, the hardened CIA agent is meeting his girlfriendâs parents for a thanksgiving dinner. Sheâd rather forced him into it. Now, how sorry is she going to be by the end of the meal? Â 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 Iâve 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 itâs on his terms. Â
Crimson - August Walker x Reader (Smut, period Sex, mentions of blood and such, dom possessive behaviour, slight breeding kink.) Â đ NEW đ Having Period sex with August
Black Tears - Â August Walker x OFC (First-person POV, smut + angst) đ NEW đ There cannot be peace without first a great suffering, but how much suffering can a person endure?
Fluff đđ§đ§
Kiss it Better - August Walker x OFC (3rd person POV Fluffy, sticky, gooey fluff and floof with a tint of naughty suggestion) đ NEW đ 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  Â
Shelter - August x Reader (Strictly soft sticky fluff) Lazy morning cuddles with August đ NEW đ
Something Wicked - August Walker x Reader (Fluff) August sleeps tightly and you decide to exploit the situation. đ NEW đ
Angel, can you hold me? - Soft!August x ofc (Angst to fluff) Bad guys need to be held as well
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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. Â 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.
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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 đđ 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 âso how was ur day?â âgood.â âgood.â 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:
âhitoshi. hitoshi. hitoshi. hitoshi. hitosh-â
âugh what do you want.â
ânothing...â
âi told you. doordash and midoriya are not good ways to get fast food. if u wang McDonalds go get it yourself.â 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.
âwhat are you doing love?â he asked confused as to why you were walking to the other side of the room.
ânothing...â you say trailing off while getting everything ready.
â3... 2... 1...â you countdown. âID CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY IF ITS A SEVEN HOUR DRIVE OR A 15 MINUTE DRIVEEE,â 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.
âOH MY GOD I GET IT YOU WANT FAST FOOD. I PLACED YOUR USUAL JUST, COME BACK,â he says, finally snapping. (playfully dw) âgosh you always have to get your way dont you?â he asked to himself.
âyup :)â 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 đ€
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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.
âwhat will I do with you, pink and blue? true gold / nine days oldâ
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 âtrue goldâ -> âgold leaf moorâ, and also like.....the phrase âtrue goldâ implies âfalse goldâ which, to me, ties in with the theme of identity/personhood/whatâs-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 youâve written and explain why youâre proud of it.
all my favorite dialogue comes from the very last chapters but hereâs one from ch. 50:
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"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 iâm always thinking about, bc...this is more or less the reason why gem and jâhaniâs relationship was always on a timer.
growing up in a khajiiti community in leyawiin, jâhani was part of an extremely stigmatized out-group, but there are 2 mitigating factors: 1) being an ohmes-raht, heâs closer to passing for a man or an elf than anyone in his surroundings, and 2) he gets scooped up by lexennia, whoâs intrigued by him bc he kind of defies her expectations by being a smart, polite child. âone of the good onesâ, 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 âone of the good onesâ: 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 canât bring herself to understand how someone can be so repressed. bc for her itâs 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, âweâre fighting now but itâll always be okay in the end.â
so from her end, she feels like whenever she gets a little heated, he shrinks away from her as if sheâs 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, heâs 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 âlike youâ). and she never will.
(the dynamic between gemile and jâhani is probably the biggest indicator that true gold is a Fic Of Color. jâhaniâs perspective definitely takes from my own experiences of being told âyouâre not like the othersâ 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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CHAN 3, 8, 15!!!! and then JK ofc đ„°
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 hadnât 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 Chanyeolâs 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. Itâs 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. Womenâs 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.
âWhatâs your name?â
Uncertainty clouds his features, and he searches your face for a sign of humor or teasing. Finding none, he swallows thickly.
âWeâre not allowed to give out our names,â he explains, tone hushed. âItâs not...havenât you done this before?â
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. âDo I look like someone who does?â
âI donât know,â he muses, unashamed of how blatantly he watches your mouth as you speak. âDo I look like someone who does this often?â
âNo.â Perhaps youâre 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. âNo, I think youâre a little...soft.â
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.
âI do this a lot,â he affirms, impish smile grazing over your skin. âAnd my name is Jungkook.â
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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
Words:Â 6.6k
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 sheâs doing there, all in hopes of either living vicariously through her or to plan their next vacation. Â
Her slogan; âTraveling the path to the most off-beaten places, so you donât have to.â Â
Her next stop on her four destination travel itinerary of âPlaces You May Never Have Heard Ofâ 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 sheâs 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. Â
As soon as she awakens, she realizes sheâs 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, itâs going to be fast-paced a bit, and I am gonna overload you with pictures because why the hell not, itâs a Christmas Fic. đ Feel free to come by and tell me what you guys think.
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-Five Days Later-
-Henry-
âBefore we get to cut this ribbon, I want to say something. My fatherâyour king.â
 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 heâd 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.
 âEh-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.â
 He looked from face to face in the crowd, making eye contact and giving reassuring smilesâa tactic heâd learned long ago that made speeches more effective.
 âHe 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.â
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.
 âAs 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.â
 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.
 âWithout further ado.â
 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 âoneâ 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 bankâs council and the finance commissionâs 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 fatherâs. 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, heâd really put all that grooming to use. It was an event heâd imagined differently his whole life. For one, heâd always expected to look out to his mother and fatherâs faces as theyâd passed the duties on to him. This future was one he was not prepared for.
 âMother.â
 She hummed and spun her head to him with a solemn smile on her lips.
 âAre you well?â
 She smiled brightly, and any evidence of her previous sadness was only visible in her pale blue eyes, but just a smidge.
 âOf course, I am. What about you, my darling boy?â
 He smiled. Sheâd been calling him that since he was, in fact, just a boy.
 âGlad to have gotten through that.â
 His mother nodded before she looped her arm through his.
 âYou did beautifully. Your father would be incredibly proud of you, Henry, so incredibly proud.â
 The tears welled in her eyes before she kissed his cheekbone.
 âI have only ever wanted to make him proud,â he admitted.
 âHe has been proud of you every single day since you were born. Every day.â
 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.
 âSo, what is this I hear of a house guest?â
 He smiled to himself, thinking of you, your smile, your tenaciousness, and stubbornness. Since his mother had been away in Sandvell on Queen duties, sheâd 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.
 âMm-hm. Well, I am pleased you are showing your charming side rather than your scrooge one.â
 He gasped, then snapped his head to her to see her amused eyes dancing with laughter.
 âI do not think it is right for a mother to call her son a scrooge.â
 She did not look as if she regretted it at all. âIt is right for a mother to let her son know how he is perceived or has been for the last seven months.â
 âMother, I do not mean toâI have tried--,â he sighed. âIt has only been seven months since--.â
 âI 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.â
 They sat quietly again for a few turns on the drive back to the palace.
 âI assume you have taken the necessary precautions with our house guest?â
 âYes.â
 âHave you spoken to her?â
 âI have.â
 âWas it my son the scrooge or my charming son who did the talking?â
 He scoffed, then shook his head. âI am always charming.â
 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.
 âYes, Carolina, I know we have much to plan in a short amount of time.â
 Carolina, his motherâs personal royal assistant, nodded her strawberry blonde head as she gripped the stack of papers and folders in her arms tighter.
 âWelcome home, your majesty,â she began. âShall we begin right away?â
 His mother, now free of her coat and outside garments, shook her head. âNo. Prepare the necessary details, and we will meet in the pink tea room in thirty minutes.â
 âAs you wish, your majesty,â Carolina replied with a head bow and curtsy.
 âOh, Carolina, for tonightâs 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.â
 âMother, do you really think that I have been anything but absolutely hospitable?â
 She smiled and looped her arm through his again as they began ascending the stairs.
 âOf course, I am sure you instructed the staff to be hospitable and tend to her needs,â 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 hadnât 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. Youâd exchanged emails about his speech with you leaving notes on what heâd prepared or even giving him suggestions on where to carry other thoughts heâd 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. Heâd had every intention to disregard it, but in the end, heâd listened to you, and he still hadnât regretted it.
 Though you were maybe a six-minute distance from his own bedroom and under the same roof, he hadnât 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 hadnât chastised him or belittled him for hitting you with the car. You said it wasnât 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 sheâd been captivated by you, just as he had.
 âWere you listening to me?â
 Shaking his head, he glanced at his mother with a raised brow. âI am sorry, mother. What were you saying?â
 âWhat has got your head so far away? work?â
 He sighed, shrugged, and looked forward, realizing they were in the hall leading to your bedroom.
 âWhere are you leading me, mother?â
 âIt is you who is leading me, son.â
 He scoffed. Even his feet seemed to want to go to you. he made a swift left turn away from your hall.
 âMother, I have some work to attend to before supper tonight.â
 âAll right, do not work too hard. Supper is at sevenâŠpromptly, Henry.â
 He smiled and kissed her cheek. âPromptly,â he repeated before continuing on his way.
  ~~~~~~~~~~
  -Y/N-
âI am quite happy with your improvement, Xari.â
 You smiled.
 âI do feel a lot better today than I have in weeks.â
 Dr. Alphonsi smiled and began closing his doctor bag.
 âThat 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.â
 You snorted, then shrugged. âWhat can I say? Iâve always been a teacherâs pet.â
 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.
 âThere. So as our plan goes. A week IV, a week injections, then repeat,â Dr. Alphonsi reiterated.
 âSounds good.â
 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 doctorâs bag.
 âAny questions for me?â
 You thought for a moment, then began. âNot really since I already know youâre going to say no traveling.â
 âYou 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.â
 You nodded again.
 âWould you like me to speak to the prince about assigning you a ladyâs maid?â
 âOh my goodness, no. that is not at all necessary.â
 âAll 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. Iâve combined them to decrease the number of needle pricks.â
 âThank you very much, Dr. Alphonsi.â
 He nodded, then prepared himself to leave. As he walked to the door, it opened, and in came Anika.
 âDoes she have a clean bill of health?â
 âCleaner, but we still have quite a way to go. Slow and steady, says the tortoise to the hare,â Dr. Alphonsi said before walking out of your room.
 âOooh, look who doesnât have a pole attached to them anymore. How do you feel?â
 You took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment, then smiled. âA lot better than a did.â
 Anika smiled with you, then dropped on the bed beside you. âDoes that mean you can finally leave this room and go exploring with me?â
 âNika.â
 âDonât Nika mean, you know youâre curious and want to look behind every door of this place.â
 She had a point. You were curious. Youâd been in a few palaces from around the world before, but youâd never been in a palace as a guest. At the thought of âguest,â 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.
 âUgggh, fine. Yes, letâs get our Dora on,â 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 didnât know why anyone would want that. Even the sink had buttons you could use to change the water pressure.
 By the time youâd showered and changed, an hour had passed.
 âWhatâd you think of the sea salt option in the shower?â
 You snorted, then busted out laughing. âOh my god, I almost lost my shit. Did you try it?â
 âYou know I did. Then I immediately regretted it when I forgot and began really getting into crevices to wash and rinse. Ouch.â
 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 youâd been in it, nothing registered. Now, you could appreciate the art on the wall, the dĂ©cor, and color choices. It screamed elegance but also comfort.
âI asked around, and this particular room is called a sitting room. All of the bedrooms have one,â Anika informed.
 âYeah. 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,â you added as you walked around, touching different materials and snapping pictures from a few different angles. It was all super high class. You didnât expect anything less.
 You and Anika stepped into the hall, and your jaw dropped.
 âHoly Shit!â
 The people in the hall stopped what they were doing and looked back at you while Anika tried to stifle her laugh.
 âSorry, sorry. Please carry on.â
 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.
 âThe Sistine Chapel could never,â you muttered while walking and snapping pictures.
 It was so beautiful you almost didnât want to move. Anikaâs 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 houseâs. 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. âWell, fuck!â
 It was the largest dining room youâd 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.
 âWow.â
 âLike a winter wonderland, right.â
 âHave you gone out?â
 âHeck no. You know me and winter donât agree. There is a reason I live in Georgia.â
 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 youâd never heard of before, making a mental note to come back and have a closer look. The ones you couldnât pass up, you took from the shelves and took with you. You didnât 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 youâd 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 wouldnât 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 youâd 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 youâd 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.
âHoly Shit!â
 âI will take that as a compliment.â
 You spun around, looking for the owner of the voice, but there was no one there.
 âUh--.â
 You walked around cautiously.
 âA few more steps.â
 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.
 âFound me.â
 She looked up at you, then looked back down to your feet until she met your eyes again.
 âUhâhi,â said.
 âHello.â
 The smile on her face was pleasant, and it matched the kindness in her blue eyes. They were eyes you felt like youâd seen before, only on someone else. Slowly it hit you who she could be.
 âOh my god, your majesty.â
 You dropped down to your best curtesy, hoping it would distract her from your potty mouth. She softly chuckled.
 âYou are quite all right, dear. Stand up, please.â
 You stood and tried not to give away that you were slightly unnerved.
 âIâm sorry about the cursing. Itâs a horrible habit and probably notâdignified,â you expressed.
 She laughed again, then took a sip from her golden rose printed porcelain cup. It looked fancy and antique. âNo need to apologize. Believe me; cursing is not the worst thing in the world. I have said quite a few in my day.â
 You smiled, even though you found it hard to believe, especially with how prime and proper she looked sitting there.
 âI have to know, though. How did you know who I was?â
 âUmâyour eyes.â
 She looked even more curious. âMy eyes?â
 You swallowed and avoided her gaze. âTheyâreâtheyâre the same as Henryâsâeh-em, I mean his highness.â
 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.
 âYour majesty,â she began stopping instantly when she saw you.
 You cleared your throat and turned to walk away. âIâm sorry to intrude.â
 âNo 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.â
 âAs you wish, your majesty.â She curtsied then walked back out of the room, leaving you alone once again.
 âPlease, have a seat,â 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.
 âWill there be anything else, your majesty?â
 âThank you, Edie.â
 The woman walked back out of the room, and it got silent for a few moments.
 âPlease, 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.â
 She took another sip, but she didnât look at all worried that you wouldnât 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.
 âGood, right.â
 Nodding, you took another mouthful.
 âHow are you?â
 After swallowing, you placed the cup down. âI am feeling a lot better, your majesty.â
 âPlease, every time I am called that, it makes it impossible to forget. Call me, Cecelia, please.â
 You didnât know what to say to that, and it must have shown because she smiled then giggled.
 âOâkay.â
 âI 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 isâoverwhelmingâŠintimidating even. I just want to make your time here peaceful and enjoyable.â
 She didnât look like she was lying or trying to cover something. She came off as genuinely kind, like she truly meant what she said.
 âThank you, yourâCeâMs. Cecelia.â
 She smiled, then nodded. âAlright. I understand.â
 âIâm Xari.â
 âA beautiful name. It is wonderful to meet you, dear. I do hope your stay has been a good one so far.â
 âYes, yes, everyone has been nothing but kind and hospitable. I appreciate your kindness,â you expressed.
 Cecelia nodded and took another sip from her cup. Her eyes landed on something on the table.
 âOf Vice and Virtue and Clandestine. Two wonderful selections.â
 âI hope itâs alright. I took them. I promise I will put them back,â you began.
 Cecelia reached her hand out and placed it on top of yours. âXari, I could not care less if you kept them. You are free to anything in the palace.â
 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 didnât look like they belonged with the pastel green that surrounded them.
 âThis color scheme is all wrong. You shouldnât pair orange and green. You have to pick one or the other. Iâd recommend the green; itâs very pretty.â
 She looked curious, most likely wondering who the hell you were to say half of what you did.
 âAre you a decorator?â
 âNot officially. I took some classes, got some certificates in event planning and interior design,â you admitted.
 âOh, so you design for a living.â
 âNo, no. ItâI am a travel photographer and blogger. Itâs not what I planned, but I fell into it. Event planning and design are more of hobbies.â
 âWell, this might just be serendipitous. I am in the middle of planning the ball for the opening of the festivities,â Cecelia began adjusting herself in her seat. âI 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 onâour holiday time.â
 âWhat exactly is Brexenavid?â
 âIt 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,â Cecelia explained.
 You were impressed. It all sounded like a lot of work.
 âAnd youâre the one to plan all of it?â
 âYes. That is my role as the matriarchal head of the royal family. It is one of my many roles.â
 You released a breath, then finished your cup of tea. Before you spoke, you poured another.
 âSo tell me, if you were planning this, how would it look?â
 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 youâd seen so many spaces that you couldnât really picture it.
 âWhere will it be? What room? Can you describe it to me?â
 Cecelia smiled, then stood. âI can do better. Let me show you.â
 Cecelia walked out of the room, leaving you to hurry behind her. she led you through the hall youâd just walked down until you went down another hall you hadnât 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 didnât bother to count past five.
âWow. What a room.â
 âOne of my favorites. It is the usual one I use. What do you think?â
 âNice room. I would say with the amount of light that comes in and the views; Iâd play that up. since it is December and Iâve seen several of your streets, Christmas is huge here.â
 âIf you only knew,â Cecelia confirmed.
 âThen 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,â you suggested.
 She looked around the room as if she were trying to picture it. âI like it.â
 Her smile was bright. âI more than like it. I love it. Carolina thought floral.â
 âFloral isnât a bad idea. You can add some in. Roses are subtle, lilies, even Dahlias, and Tulips.â
 Cecelia approached you and took your hand. âI 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.â
 You were speechless and couldnât believe the queen had just asked you to deck out her palace for a ball. âObviously, you do not have to if you do not want to.â
 âDo what?â
Henryâs voice brought your attention to him. he wore a simple white button-down shirt and grey dress pants. While it wasnât as formal, he still looked put together.
 âI have just asked Xari if she would put together the ball.â
 âMother. She is supposed to be resting and recuperating. Dr. Alphonsi has left very strict orders, and work was on the list of prohibited actions.â
 His mother looped her arm with his with a smile. âOh, darling, I am not talking about manual labor. She has quite an eye for design and event planning. I thought it would be fun.â
 âMother--,â Henry began again.
 âPlus, what are you doing here?â
 âYou said supper was promptly at seven.â
 âHeavens, 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.â
 âUhâIâll go back to my room,â you began.
 âNonsense, looking at you, you are well enough to dine with the rest of us. Come,â 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 Henryâs 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.
 âEh-em.â
 Snapping your head forward, you saw that youâd 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.
 âThis is the dining room we prefer to eat in as a family,â 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.
 âI hope you are not a vegetarian,â Cecelia began.
 âOh no, my sister and I love all kinds of meat, Anika blurted out, making you give her a harsh eye.
 âWonderful. Please, dig in.â
 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 youâd 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 youâd 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 didnât need to be filled with words. A yawn sprang from you, making him snort.
 âThis canât be regular chamomile or lavender.â
 âYou are probably right. I do know it is farmed straight from the field and brought here,â he answered.
 âWow, so literally from the earth to your stomach.â
 Henry smiled again.
 âI umâI think I should probably turn in,â you said.
 Henry placed his book aside, then stood. âAllow me to walk you back to your room.â
 âThank you, your highness.â
 He smiled, came closer, and held his arm out to you.
 âAre you always such a gentleman?â
 âI try to be. It is what I was raised to be,â he replied.
 âSoâalways. There isnât a time of day where you say fuck it and let it all fall away?â
 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.
 âThere 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 momentsâIâI feel like myself.â
 There was a pained look in his eyes that you wanted to know more about.
 âAnd what does it feel like to be yourself?â
 Henry gave you a melancholy smile. âLonely.â
 A full minute passed then Henry held out his arm again. âShall we?â
 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 didnât feel weird being close to him like this. It felt normal. Halfway to your room, Henry spoke.
 âMy 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.â
 âSounds like the words of a wise man.â
 âHe was very wise.â
 Silence. Youâd heard the sadness in his voice the first time he mentioned his father.
 âDo you miss him?â
 âEvery single second of every single day,â Henry answered.
 As you turned down the hall that would lead to your room, the silence returned.
 âYour speech was amazing.â
 âYouâre saying that because you helped write it.â
 You couldnât help but laugh. âIt doesnât matter who helped write it. Words are nothing without the conviction to back them up. You made the speech.â
 You could feel his eyes on you, so you met them right before you stopped in front of your door.
 âThank you,â he whispered. He then took a step to you, closing the wide gap between you.
 âDo you usually have to approve the plans for big events?â
 His crinkled brow said he was confused. âI guess it depends. Why?â
 âWell, since you are so busy being his highness and all, the only way weâd ever see each other the next few days would be for me to accept your motherâs offer and plan this ball seeing how his highness would get the final say-so on all plans. Right?â
 Henry slowly began smiling then he licked his lips. âThat sounds about right, but that would mean one thing and one thing only.â
 You leaned against your door and smiled innocently. âAnd whatâs that?â
 âThat you want to see me almost as much as I want to see you.â
 Your heart pounded faster and faster. âAlmost as much?â
 Henry rested his arm on the door jamb, sort of boxing you in. âYou have to know, Xari.â
 âKnow what, your highness?â
âHenry,â 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.
 âGood night, Xari. I look forward to seeing those plans at every decision,â he said with a stern face and plenty of humor in his eyes.
 âYour highness.â
 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. Youâd never been good at fighting off temptation. You liked to put up a fight but eventually, you always gave in.Â
You knew that it was only a matter of time before you did just that.
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Tagged by the man who puts the matt in my bat @batmatt0072 thank you!đ€đ
1. do you make your bed?
Yes but only like right before bed because I kick off 3 of my 4 blankets in my sleep and I cant fall asleep with just one đ
2. whatâs your favorite number?
2 maybe đ€
3. whatâs your job?
Textile merchant đ
4. if you could, would you go back to school?
I'm already in school and I'll continue to be for the next 2-6 years because I'm either doing grad school or professional school so RIP to my sanity
5. can you parallel park?
I can't even back up to park buddy đŹ
6. a job you had which would surprise people?
Idk, I used to work at a hospital doing HIM coding when I was 19
7. do you think aliens are real?
Yessss đœđŸ
8. can you drive a manual car?
Look, if its car related I either cant do it or I do it wrong there is nothing else
9. whatâs your guilty pleasure?
Sappy shoujo manga
10. tattoos?
Nah, I probably wont get one. If I even did it would be when I'm older and I've settled down. It would be like nature related
11. favorite color?
Teal, light green, cream, red, pink, and black.
12. things people do that drive you crazy?
There's so many. Pet peeve kinda things would be certain word pronouncing, pen clicking, the way they put in the toilet paper, etc.
13. any phobias?
I don't swim in public pools or use public restrooms, they're so gross. I honestly dont even like breathing the air in crowded rooms, please keep your carbon dioxide emissions to yourselves tyvm
14. favorite childhood sport?
Basketball definitely. My friends and I used to play until we were on the ground sweaty and out of breath. Great times
15. do you talk to yourself?
Yesss especially when I cant figure something out I'll verbalize my "Jazmine what the fuck"'s
16. what movie do you adore?
Pirates of the Caribbean đđ
17. do you like doing puzzles?
Yes! I bought 2 really pretty 5000 piece puzzles and I did one with the help of my family and I really want to do the other one but they're Christmas themed so I have to wait until Christmas to do the next đ€
18. favorite kind of music?
According to spotify alternative metal đ€ I listen to all kinds though
19. tea or coffee?
Both!
20. the first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up?
When I was in like 3rd grade my teacher asked us one by one what we wanted to be and I said anesthesiologist, she wasn't expecting that lol but for the longest time I wanted to go into anesthesiology until i found out how much they got sued in HS đŹ
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