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[likesomekindofcheese]

Promised- Finale (Grigor Dymov x fem! Reader, Arranged Marriage AU series)

Series Summary: When Emperor Peter's behavior towards your family threatens the alliance between them and Russia, the only way to solve it from breaking is through an arranged marriage with his friend, the handsome but heartbroken Count Grigor Dymov. A man you barely know.

Previous Chapters: One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven//Eight//Nine//Ten//Eleven

Chapter Summary: You and Grigor enjoy a long-denied honeymoon

Content Warnings: Some discussions of sex and cursing and mentions of pregnancy and babies- don't worry, Y/N isn't pregnant. But VERY fluffy!

Word Count: 1584

A/N: Thank you guys so much for supporting this series throughout! Now I thought was the best time to conclude it! When season 3 of The Great comes out and should I get inspired, there might be a season 2 of this fic like what @ladystrallan did with I Really Wish I Hated You (which, btw, highly recommend if you love The Great Fanfics). Who knows?! But I hope all of you loved reading it as much as I loved writing this series!

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You and Grigor were planning on returning to court. You both just wanted something denied to you when you were rushed to be married and when there was a coup- a honeymoon. Three whole months of a honeymoon.

The days were never more lovely- lovemaking at night, awakening when one felt like it, the most sumptuous meals, playing cards by the fireside, reading to each other, and you showing off the various songs you knew how to play. You were starting to teach Grigor chords and his clumsy practicing of scales with mutters of “fuck!” at a mistake could be heard. You still kept shooting practice, but you were relaxed, not caring if you missed the odd target.

It was quite warm for Russia the past two weeks. Flowers were deep in their bloom in the gardens, and it was green everywhere. The vineyards seemed to be a far brighter green than you expected. Perhaps springtime was arriving sooner than you expected or maybe it was a warm spot for a few days. You had to wear your lighter silks as opposed to the warm furs to keep one safe from your new home country’s notorious chill.

As you and your husband toured the grounds together that afternoon, there were fruits of light green and dark purple. You would both look at each other, pluck the small fruits, and try bites of them yourself, feeling the juicy sweetness burst on your tongues, as if only briefly. Grigor would wipe the juice off of his sleeve and give you a kiss and you would taste the grape in his breath as if combined with yours you made your own special wine. Grigor was in his favorite deep green. You had insisted he keep a few buttons down so you could see some of his chest hair. You insisted it was absolutely sexy of him when he wore shirts (especially white ones) with a few buttons undone and he took note. Yes, it was the wrong color today, but you didn’t care. Perhaps that could wait for later tonight when you would hop on him like a rabbit until you screamed each other’s names, not caring about disturbing the servants sleeping below. You were in a bright red dress with golden floral patterns all over it and you perfumed yourself with rose water.

You matched and complimented in your dress as had your souls on the inside- each perfect and making only the other look better when beside it.

You emerged from the kiss and wiped your hand on your skirt.

“Could you hold my hand, my dear?” you asked, presenting your hand out.

He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely,” he replied, eagerly taking yours.

It was warm and encompassing, the fingers intertwined within each other to feel the pulse of each other. As you both walked back home, the day was fading. The sky turned into a mix of orange and pink and the crispness of evening etched around you. Once you approached back to the manor, the housekeeper greeted you both and assured you that dinner would be ready in one or two hours. Olga, the little servant girl, handed you back your beloved dog and both of you cooed over her.

“Oh and Madame Dymova! Here! Messenger said it’s from Paris! And it’s for you and the master!” she added on, handing over a letter with a familiar wax seal.

Before you could comment on it, Sonya let out a bright bark for want of attention.

“Here Sonya- found this! Here- Good girl!” Grigor offered.

From his pocket, he pulled out a truffle and fed it to the eager and always hungry pup.

“Would you like some wine? There’s a new one they just made here and it’s fucking astounding,” he offered.

“Oh, yes! And ask the kitchen for a plate of bread and cheese and fruit, perhaps?” you asked.

“I don’t see why not!” he replied, giving you a peck on your forehead before going down to the kitchen.

You made your way to the back porch area outside on your white seats and white chairs. You found it had not grown so chilly that you would require heaps of blankets as you have in the past. Sonya lay happily on your lap panting away. Though grown, she still saw herself as a puppy who had to have every last of her needs attended to, or else her mistress would hear her barking and mischief. But you loved her more for it.

You pulled from your reticule an unopened letter from the dress of your pocket. It couldn’t be your family- you heard just yesterday that you were an aunt to a beautiful little niece. Both you and Grigor were already making plans to travel and visit your family and for you to be introduced and be acquainted with his own. So, who could it be? Was it Catherine about her baby or the new education laws? Orlo recommending a new philosophy book to you? Who? You saw the name on it and gasped.

“It’s George! George wrote to us!” you told Sonya, who only tilted her head.

You then ripped it open and smiled, your heart touched by the contents. From the corner, you saw Grigor come out to approach the table. He smiled, holding two glasses of wine, and giving one to you.

“Why thank you, darling!” you chirruped at him.

“No problem at all,” he answered.

A servant immediately arrived behind and held a platter of cheeses, slices of bread, and apples. His blue eyes went to the letter.

“What is that? Who is it?” he asked.

You smiled, handing him the papers.

“Why, it’s George!? Can’t you believe it? She’s in Paris of all places! Oh, that must be wonderful! And here…she said she met someone who she truly loves and who loves her! Oh, I’m so happy for her! We must write back and ask her more about this!” you squealed.

“Why- how good for her! I’m glad!” Grigor wished genuinely with a shrug and a relaxed smile.

Both of you held up your glasses of wine.

“Should we toast to her?” you asked.

Grigor shook his head.

“I have a better one. To what brought us together in the first place. Here, Y/N-to the alliance!”

“To the alliance!” you agreed, daintily clinking your glasses.

Both of you took a first sip.

“It won’t be too long before we return- so much will be different…” Grigor began.

“I’m just glad Marial is in prison…I’ve slept better at night since then…” you sighed.

He did frown briefly. He took a deep drink and set down his glass.

“Well…part of me is eager. Been worried sick over Peter.”

“But you always are, you silly shit!” you teased, setting your own glass down.

He smiled at the words. You thought there was never a more beautiful smile than that of Grigor Dymov when he was well and truly happy. Your heart would always burst with love for him at the sight.

His letters seem fine and happy though…he’s thrilled about the baby. Got a name picked out and everything!”

“What if we have a baby- will we be even ready for that?” you suggested.

So far, your courses were like clockwork and Grigor would spoil you with bedrest and vodka and embraces when the cramps tormented you. But that doesn’t mean the time would never come. In fact, with all the fucking you had been doing it was a pure miracle it hadn’t happened yet!

“I don’t know if we’ll ever be, Y/N…but what about life after the coup? Things will be so…so different. Peter’s not in charge as much. There’s a royal baby on the way. George is in France. Catherine’s changing all the laws to what she wants. Everything is upside down…” he muttered.

“But we can take it…” you assured him.

He clutched his hand onto yours in response and you used your other hand to rest it on his cheek. He relaxed into it, using a hand to touch yours.

“We can take anything as long as we’re together, darling,” he replied.

“Of course, we can, my dear husband…” you cooed.

"Oh, say that again!” he insisted.

You crawled on his lap, kissing his face- his freckles, his forehead, his cheekbones, his chin.

“Dear husband, dear husband, my Grigor, my darling…” you mumbled between the kisses.

“Fuck, you make me hard. Keep it up and I might have to have you on this table before dinner!” he confessed.

“Wait until after dinner!” you insisted with a joking slap on his arm.

“If Countess Dymova requests it, who am I to deny her that!” he gave in.

You giggled and paused. Both of you breathe deeply the warmth of each other and the closeness.

He kissed you with soft lips again, but there was a chasteness- a tenderness to how he cupped your cheek when it happened. You cuddled into his chest as the sun set and he placed an arm around you to draw circles on your back as the dog lay contentedly smiling on the floor with her pink tongue out.

You were happy. After such chaos you had been through- you were completely happy. Dinner was about to be served. You had a home in court and out. You had a precious pup. You had friends. And most of all, you had found a happy, faithful marriage. And a husband who you loved and who loved you.

And this time the wine did in fact not taste like shit.

[simphq]

So i an absolutely obsessed with Queen and the film Bohemian Rhapsody. I love the cast and so I decided to write a Joe Mazzello story. Feel free to add some ideas if you would like to!! So Here is the backstory and first chapter!

• Your Roger Taylors child

• the story is set around the filming of bohemian rhapsody

•most focused on the real life experience than their ‘online life’

•if you have any ideas lmk 😁

•Thanks for reading x

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@therealy/n

Therealy/n Glad to be on set x

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Benhardy we look fantastic 😏

Mrgwilymlee Love it when your on set ❤️

joe_mazzello you should come on to set more!

therealy/n @joe_mazzello ill see what i can do 😁

Brianmayforreal the boys looked amazing today! Bri

Rogertaylorofficial the boys worked really hard today and it was wonderful to have you on set today my darling.

ramimalek who is the handsome man at the end i wonder??

Benhardy @ramimalek me duhh 🙄

Therealy/n @benhardy in your dreams blondy

Lucyboynton1 i wish i was on set today 😭

Therealy/n @lucyboynton1 ugh me too i felt lonely without my other half today 😢

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it’s their 9 month old baby daughter’s first Christmas and reader melts at the sight of Joe holding their daughter and showing her all of the presents she’s got and their daughter says dada and Joe and reader light up at how much of a daddy’s girl she is and reader thinks about how when she signed up to play an extra on Bohemian Rhapsody that she never thought she would end up falling in love on set?

of course!

FIRST CHRISTMAS

pairings: Joe Mazzello x Fem!reader summary: ^^^ warnings: None note: y/d/n stands for your daughters name

"oh and look at this!" you heard your husband say downstairs.

you walked downstairs and caught Joe holding your little daughter while showing her the christmas gifts she had gotten

she giggled and took it off him, throwing it on the floor

"no, no. don't throw it, play with it" Joe picked up the care bear and put in front of your daughter and waving it around

"well good morning" you yawned.

Joe looked up and you and smiled like an idiot, your daughter looked over and laughed

"good morning, darling" Joe greeted

"Merry christmas" you walked up the them, sitting on the couch, leaning down to kiss Joe who was situated on the floor, next to the lit up tree.

"how long have you been up?" you asked him and they looked like they have been there a while

"i took her down here about thirty minutes ago, I wanted her to see her presents" he shrugged

"and you couldn't wait for me?"

"not really no, you looked to cute to wake up" you looked back down and your daughter and made a silly face at Y/D/N before looking back up at you

"you should've just woken me up" you stated, looking down at your little baby, you've always noticed how much she looks like Joe. a spitting image of him, but she looked too much like him right now and it made your heart swell.

"I'm sorry, I was just too excited" he confessed, holding your daughter against his chest

you let out a breathy chuckle and closed your eyes.

"dada" Y/D/N whined, pointing at more presents under the tree

Joe pulled her away from his chest and looked at her, his mouth was agape and he looked like he was about to cry

"darling, did you hear that?" Joe asked you

you shuffled closer to them and smiled at him even though he was focused on your baby

"I did joe, I heard it clear as day"

you rubbed joe's arms from behind and rested your chin on shoulder, looking down at your little daughter, smiling at her gratefully

"I told you she was a dada's girl" he whispered to you, finally looking away from her.

"I never doubted it"

"I love you" he said kissing you softly

"I love you too" you smiled at him sweetly

"what did you want, sweetie?" Joe asked your daughter

you thought back to when you were an extra on Bohemian Rhapsody and how you two met and what would've happened if you didn't.

--

you were sitting down on your phone, waiting with other extras to be called on to go on in the scene, you were focused

"hey, you" you looked up and noticed the director standing front of me

"yes?" you smiled politely.

"I need you to go get joe, he's on in 5" he said.

"alright" you stood up and went out to the trailers, looking at the doors for him name written on it.

Rami, Ben, Joe.

you go up to the door and knock three times and waiting for a response

"come in" he replied through the door

he probably thought it was ben.

I opened the door slowly and peeked in, seeing him in his little couch on his phone

"the director wants you to know that you're on in 5" you stated as you entered his view

he didn't respond to you though, you though he was being rude and just ignoring you but the look on his face made you feel otherwise.

his mouth was slightly open and his eyes were relaxed, he looked sort of dazed and off in the clouds, it didn't make you uncomfortable per se, you just felt weak under his gaze.

"excuse me?" you forced yourself to say to snap him out of his daydream

"oh, right ok. just wait there" he said as he saw you were about to leave.

he put his phone away and got up. walking towards you

"who are you, exactly?" he questioned as you waked down the steps with him behind you

"I'm an extra" you responded

"no I meant your name" he chuckled

"oh um, Y/n"

"I'm joe" he smiled warmly

"I know" you took a deep breath

"do you now?" he responded in amusement

"well yeah, I feel like I have to" you smiled sheepishly

"you have a really pretty smile" he told you, looking down at your lips to your eyes.

"oh" you let out an embarrassed laugh as you looked down, tucking a piece of your curled hair behind your ear

"thanks"

"I'm sorry, just the way you're sweet, cute and beautiful at the same time is beyond me"

"oh my god" you muttered to yourself, you felt your cheeks turn warm and your stomach did flips.

"ok so wait other than taking my breath away what do you do for a living?" he smirked playfully. you turned you head away and covered your face with your hands.

"never heard that one before" you laughed, still looking anywhere but at him

"get used to it" he said

--

"this is the best christmas" Joe sighed happily

[reapers-lover]

People I currently write for!

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•last updated May 23rd, 2024

☆Musicians☆

John Deacon

Brian May

Roger Taylor

Brian Jones

☆Actors☆

Joe Mazzello

Tom felton

☆Film and TV show characters☆

Eugene Sledge

Pat Murray

Gardner Langway

Charles Harper

Warren worthington iii

Draco malfoy

☆Book Characters☆

Aaron Warner

Coriolanus snow

Sejanus Plinth

Draco malfoy

Nate Hawkins

Henery Turner

Russ Callaghan

Grayson Hawthorne

[laminy]

“I could drive.”

Ben looks over at Gwil in surprise. “Uh…”

“Well, not legally, obviously,” Gwil says, and Ben snorts.

“That sort of seems like an important bit,” he says. “Considering my education, and all.”

“Oh, that?” Gwil scoffs, and then gives Ben a playful grin. “Silly old thing.”

“Yes, that.” Ben wants to roll his eyes and protest further, but he also looks down at his arm. He’d gone to a kickboxing class with Rami just for fun (why, oh why does Rami have so much energy, it really should have been Gwil that went), but he must’ve hit the bag wrong or something. His doctor wrapped it for him; Ben’s not sure all that is necessary, but it has felt better. 

Rami and Joe have brought the kids over, instead of them usually going over there to hang out. Ben took a couple days off work. But now he’s not sure how to go about getting to the train station. Gwil’s walked down to the train station the last couple days, but Ben’s not doing that.

“I can just put it on auto,” Ben says.

“But really, you should be able to take the wheel if something happens,” Gwil says. “I have two hands.” He waves them both at Ben to prove his point.

“You also don’t know how to drive.”

“How hard could it be? I’ve seen you lot do it. Rami learned. Joe has a license. Joe’s American. If he can drive here, I certainly can.”

“Gwil.” Ben shifts on the sofa, and leans in towards him. “I appreciate you wanting to take care of me. But it would illegal. And frightening, on a personal level.” He smiles and kisses Gwil on the tip of his nose.

“Well, that does it.” Gwil quickly stands up, and Ben has to awkwardly fall back to get out of his way. 

“Does what?”

“I’m going for a spin. That’s what people say, isn’t it?”

“Sure,” Ben says. “Where are you spinning?”

“Up and down the drive,” Gwil says, as he walks out of the living room. “That’s legal, I know. Private property.”

“Ah.” Ben shakes his head, amused, but then he can hear Gwil getting the keys. And getting his shoes on. And— oh, Gwil is going outside. He’s really not joking. “Gwilym!” He hurries out to pull on his trainers, and he steps outside.

Gwil’s leaning against the car, looking amused and smug at the same time. “Come to see me off?”

“What are you doing?” Ben asks. 

“I just want to see if I can do it,” Gwil says. “For a minute.”

“If you want to drive, take lessons,” Ben says. “I can’t teach you.”

“I at least want to see if I can turn it on.” Gwil unlocks the car and climbs into the driver’s seat. “Oh! It’s a bit different on this side.”

“I’ve had my seat just how I like it for years now,” Ben says. “And you’re going to ruin that for me.”

“Are you getting in?” Gwil asks.

“How far are you going?” Ben asks.

“Down the hill.”

“Nope. Too close to the road.”

“Let me see if I can turn it around up here then.”

Ben sighs, and looks around, debating just how stupid this is. On a scale of Rami to Joe, it’s closer to Joe. But… Ben sighs again. How bad could it be? Famous last words? “Fine.”

Gwil cheers, and Ben walks around to the other side of the car. “Knew I’d win you over.”

“I need to save you from yourself.” They buckle in, and Ben looks over. “Alright. Start it up.”

“That part’s easy.” There’s a button to push to start, so even Gwil’s got that. “Ooh, love.” Gwil grins at him. “Look at me go.”

Ben laughs softly. As much as he thinks this is still a stupid idea, at least Gwil is entertained. 

“Now what’s this say?” Gwil pushes his glasses up and leans in towards the screen. “Do I want to be on auto or manual? Manual, obviously.” He hits the button and then grips the steering wheel. “Got my pedals down here.” He hits the gas and Ben jumps at the sound of the engine revving. “Whoops.”

“Other one.”

“Sorry, love.” Gwil looks down and gently presses his foot on the brake, and then he carefully shifts the car into drive. 

“Slowly,” Ben says, nervously curling his fingers into his leg. “Don’t take your foot off all at once.”

“Right.” Gwil slowly lifts his foot, and then he lets out a sound of delight as the car starts to roll forward. “I’m driving!”

“Mm-hmm.”

Gwil hunches forward as they slowly inch forward, and Ben reaches out, tapping him on the arm. “Oh, sit back?”

“Yeah.”

“Right.” Gwil sits back, and tightly grips the steering wheel. “I’m going to hit the gas.”

“Oh god,” Ben murmurs.

“Just a little.”

“Right.” 

Gwil taps on the gas and they surge forward— not much, but enough to make Ben’s stomach twist. They come to the end of the drive, and Gwil is smart enough to know that he should push on the brake before they start driving on the grass. A little too quickly, but they’re not going fast enough to jerk too hard. “Back in park.”

Ben looks around. “Thought you said you were going to turn around.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

Ben smiles. “No?”

“Not sure that’s for the best.”

Ben’s smile grows, and he leans over to kiss Gwil on the cheek. “That went better than I was expecting, honestly. You drove! Technically. You didn’t like it?”

“I can feel my heart,” Gwil says, touching his chest. “I’m not sure about that.” He looks at Ben. “Sorry I can’t drive you to work.”

“That’s alright,” Ben says. “I appreciate the effort.”

“It was sort of scary, isn’t it?”

Ben bites down on a smile. Gwil literally went to space, faster than the speed of light. Though, to be fair, Ben knows that Gwil wasn’t the one driving (piloting?) the Mercury. “Can be.”

Gwil unbuckles and moves to open the car door, and Ben’s arm shoots out, hitting Gwil in the chest. “Ow! What?”

“The car’s still on,” Ben says. “You just put it in park.”

“Oh, fuck.” Gwil hits the button to stop the engine, and then he settles back in his seat. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m going to stick my bike.”

“Yeah, probably for the best.”

[illfoandillfie]

Since I'm not doing Kinktober this year I've decided to do another advent calendar instead!

I'd like to have everything written before December, esp since I'll be traveling interstate a few days before Christmas and don't want to have to worry about posting from the road with potentially spotty internet, so I need some ideas!

You can request anything - a specific idea, a general request for a particular kink, something related to a fic I've written, anything you want. I would like a mix of fluff and smut as well so please send in some softer/fluffier prompts. Also they defs don't have to be xmas/holiday related lmao

I write primarily for Roger and Ben but of course will also do Gwilym, Lucy and Pedro Pascal.

It should also be noted that I'm intending on keeping all of these on the shorter side, to make it easier for myself. Ideally they'll all be around the 1k mark but I know how frequently I blow out the word count so I'm aiming for under 3k. So, really in depth or complex prompts may be cut down or split up if I feel I don't have the space.

I can't wait to see what you guys come up with!

[rogerscupboard]

soft thot: charlie nelson treating you to a homecooked dinner for your first anniversary, being very nervous to make everything perfect and just right because he loves you so much

whoever sent this... knows me better than i know myself because oh my god 🥺🥰

about a month beforehand he’d ask you not-so-subtly what your favorite meal in the world was

insisting He do the grocery shopping Alone this week because he wants you to “just flop on the couch, darling” because “you deserve it”

and he’d think he was being so secretive and you’d play along because he’s Just So Cute

coming home early to cook and putting on his favorite music as he does it

setting the table with a beautiful new tablecloth and fresh-cut flowers in a vase

sparkling wine for the two of you to share

and you come home to find charlie hunched over the stove wearing a whole Apron, pots and pans and bowls and ingredients all over the counter, and he’s looking entirely flustered

and he sees you and freezes because he wasn’t expecting you until later

“.....you’re back early”

and he’s so embarrassed bc he wanted it to be all ready and flawless when you got back, saying sheepishly, “wanted to make this anniversary perfect”

and you laugh and kiss him on the cheek, saying that the thought Itself was the best gift you could as for, before grabbing your own apron and say “tonight we’re cooking together”

at first he’d be shy and hesitant because this was Supposed to be Your Surprise but he’d quickly become more confident as the two of you cooked together

stealing glances at each other as you stir and chop and mix, smiling to yourselves when you look away

the music would still be on, and it would culminate in the two of you dancing around the kitchen together, giggling wildly as he spins and dips you

once the meal is entirely cooked, he insists you sit down at the table and let him bring it in to you: “if i can’t be your private chef, i’ll at least be your personal waiter”

acting surprised when he brings it in, making him grin at you: “oh Charlie you SHOULDN’t have!!!!!”

him pouring the sparkling wine at the table and toasting to the two of you

and just when you think the surprises are over, he disappears from the room and returns with a cake, frosted to say “happy anniversary!”

and you’re amazed and blushy and can’t believe what you’re seeing

“i do know to prepare at least a bit in advance, love” he grins

the night ends with you feeding each other bites of cake, having scooted your chairs so you’re next to each other, so he can have his arm around you

“happy anniversary, darling.”

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[innuendostyles]

facemask kind of night

“hold. still.” you told him as he sat on the sofa, you straddling his lap with a pot of your favourite face mask in your hand. you took the applicator and smoothed it over gwilym’s already perfect skin. you laughed at the wrinkles that were on his forehead as he made a face of permanent disgust.

“you have to stop doing that, i can’t get the face mask in between your wrinkles... old man” gwil raised his eyebrow and slapped your ass lightly at the comment, obviously not as amused about your age gap as you were. he wasn’t that much older, but still old enough that when you first told your friends you were together they all laughed and said they knew you preferred “the more mature ones”.

you finished applying the mask and quickly did your own, guessing where your eyebrows were and staying away from them.

“it smells like fruit” he declared, nodding as he finally figured out where the smell was coming from.

“because it has fruit in it, dumbass” you looked up at him with a smirk on your face. “it’s the one you got me from lush.” he narrowed his eyes and angled his face away from yours, showing his confusion.

“for my birthday?” he still looked confused. “it’s called ‘dont look at me’? you do remember buying this right?” you asked, getting a little bit concerned.

finally, he chuckled. “ah. got that because it’s something you say all the time.” he wrapped a hand around your waist and gave you a peck on your lips. you just smirked at him and admired how cute he was, inside and out. “i love you, y’know. i know i don’t say it a lot and probably not as much as i should but its true, gwil” you confessed, surprised at your own sudden declaration. “awww c’mere you little softie” he said as he grabbed your ass and shuffled you closer to his chest. “i love you too” he whispered.

you sat with him for what could’ve been forever, nothing but the sound of the light madison beer music playing through your speaker. you hummed along to ‘teenager in love’, and smiled fondly at how much it reminded you of gwil, even if you weren’t a teenager anymore - you were in love.

“is it supposed to sting?” he suddenly asked, making you shake your head and chuckle. you wiped it off him with the pre-prepared towel you had.

“no my love. it’s not supposed to sting.” you said.

yep, you were definitely in love.

[m0etenchandon]

Here's a random request that you didn't ask for, BUT: could you maybe write something fluffy about Gwilym? Like... you're having a bad day and being really self-conscious and just feeling really bad about your body where you're at the point of almost breaking up with Gwil because you feel like he's to good for you but he calms you down and convinces you that you're perfect for him? and like.. lots of love and kisses and all that. 🥺🥺

I love random requests that I didn´t ask for haha! Especially if it means distracting me from studying. Hope this is okay, and that you are okay. I´m always here if you want to talk:)

Alright, here are 1282 words of sappy Gwilym fluff/angst. Enjoy!

“Love? Are you okay in there?”, Gwilym´s soft voice called through the bathroom door. You had been in there for almost an hour, your shower ending a long time ago. You had forgotten to bring clothes with you and you just couldn´t bring yourself to face him almost naked. You felt bloated and really unattractive today, had been for a while. The last few weeks you had tried to hide it from your boyfriend, shying away from his touches. Having sex with the light off the few times you would let him close. However, you always stopped his wandering hands, keeping them off your stomach, thighs. Every part of your body you disliked.

“Y-yeah, I uh, I forgot my clothes”, you mumbled, trying to conceal your shaky breath.

“And? What´s the problem?”, Gwilym asked. You could hear him shifting outside the door, a sense of panic flooding your body as you realized you probably hadn´t locked the door. You could see the handle slowly moving.

“Wait, can you just get them for me? They´re on the bed”, you said, reaching for the towel and hastily wrapping it around your naked body.

“Of course, my love”

You could hear his steps disappear as you franticly tried to rub the tears from your eyes. They were red and puffy, but at least drier. You would just have to dab some concealer on before facing him. You couldn´t deal with the confrontation. Not now.

However, the sound of the door opening spoiled your plans. You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes widening as you turned to look at Gwilym. His face fell the second he saw yours, the clothes in his arms falling to the floor. He quickly crossed the room, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You couldn´t hold back anymore, tears streaming down your face as you uncontrollably sobbed in his embrace.

Gwilym held you close, his hands soothing your back as he swayed you back and forth slightly.

“Shh, love. It´s okay, I got you”, he whispered, his voice pained. “What´s wrong, YN?”

You didn´t reply, just buried your face further into his chest, drenching his shirt in your tears.

“Please, Y/N. I, fuck, I can´t stand to see you like this. Just tell me what it is so I can try to fix it”, Gwilym said, his voice breaking as he pulled away slightly. He took in your form, his heart hurting as he reached up to wipe some of your tears away.

“You can´t fix it”, you mumbled, turning your face away from his touch. “You should just leave me, Gwilym. Get it over with”

“What? I´m not leaving you, Y/N. What has gotten into you?”, he said, furrowing his eyebrows. He grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his deep blue eyes.

“Just look at you! You´re literally perfect and I´m just this average girl. This isn´t going to last, you´re going to find someone better. Someone prettier, someone with a better body, better everything”

Gwilym´s face fell into one of sadness as a tear escaped his eye. He looked absolutely heart broken, reflecting how you felt.

“Is that why you almost haven´t let me touch you lately?”, he asked, voice low. You let your gaze fall to the floor as you nodded, feeling the lump in your throat grow even bigger.

“Oh Y/N, I love you so much. Can´t you see that? I´m head over heels for you, you are my everything”, Gwilym said, placing both of his hands on your cheeks. “I´m so sorry if I have ever made you feel unloved, unattractive. Because I think you´re the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I mean it. I don´t care that you´re not like everyone else, that´s why you´re special. Special to me. In fact, I love your body. Your stomach, your thighs, everything about you makes me love you more every day”

Gwilym´s thumbs rubbed circles onto your cheeks, his gaze burning into your skin. You reached up to pull his hands away, but he wouldn´t let you. Sighing, you reached out to play with the material of his now soaked t-shirt.

“That´s just something you´re saying to make me feel better”, you muttered.

“It´s absolutely not, Y/N. You´re perfect just the way you are. I can´t believe I´m lucky enough to call you mine”, he said, his face desperate. “Please, don´t leave me”

His voice was barely above a whisper, tears flowing down his face. This time it was your turn to wrap your arms around him and pull him close. You both just stood there, in the middle of the bathroom floor, sobbing.

“I don´t want to”, you said as you pulled away, letting your hands fall flat against his chest.

“Then don´t. Please, I´m begging you. I love you so much”

“I´m sorry, Gwilym. I-I don´t know what came over me”, you said, sniffling as you tried to stop the tears.

He offered you a soft smile, his hands rubbing circles onto your back.

“The first day I met you I knew you were the one, I knew I had to have you”, Gwilym said, reaching up to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear. You leaned into his hand, turning to place a kiss onto the palm of it.

“Really?”, you asked, feeling your heart flutter.

“Yes, you were wearing that dress that hugs your figure so perfectly. Your beautiful laugh filling the room, my favorite sound in the entire world. And when I saw you naked for the first time I had to concentrate on not passing out, and certainly on not cumming in my pants”, he said, his face breaking into a smile at the end.

A giggle escaped your mouth, feeling your nerves slowly start to fade away.

“You really are perfect, Y/N. I fall more in love with you each day, and I can´t wait to marry you one day. Grow old with you”, Gwilym said, leaning down to press his lips to yours. The kiss was wet with both your tears, but you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. Gwilym was yours, and he loved you.

“I love you, Gwilym. I´m sorry I´m such a mess”, you said as he pulled away.

“Nonsense”, Gwilym smiled before kissing you again. “You have nothing to be sorry about, we all have our off days. I just need you to tell me next time, okay? I don´t want you to deal with this on your own. I´ve been going mad these last few days thinking about what I might have done wrong”

“Okay, I will try. Thank you, Gwilym”

“That´s what boyfriends are for, right?”, he teased, raising an eyebrow and grinning at you.

“I love you so much, you dork”, you giggled, pulling him down to your lips again. You could feel the familiar sensation of his beard rubbing against your skin as he pulled you closer, slowly pushing his tongue past you lips and deepening the kiss. It was laced with so much love it almost took your breath away, completely melting into his touch.

“Come on, let’s get you dressed, you´re freezing”, Gwilym said as he ran his warm hands up and down your bare arms. “I´ll be in bed with your favorite snacks and Netflix at the ready when you come out, okay?”

You nodded, feeling his lips against your forehead for a second before he walked out. You turned around to look at yourself in the mirror again, but this time a smile spread over you face. Yeah, you might not be perfect, but you were perfect for Gwilym. And that´s all that matters.

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[bluesfortheredj]

A Very Bad Day.

You press your back against the front door as you shut it then slump your shoulders down as soon as you hear it click closed, and you drop your keys into your open bag before letting it fall to the floor with a thump. Gwilym’s quick to poke his head out of the living room door to see what the loud noise was about, but soon gives you a relieved smile when he sees you safe and well, although his smile fades when you lift your head to see him properly.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asks as he pads his bare feet towards you across the laminate flooring.

“Bad day,” you sigh, “very bad day.”

“Well that’s unusual for you,” he frowns, “come on, do you want to talk about it?”

He drapes an arm around your shoulders and leads you into the lounge, then sits you down on the sofa before quickly heading off to make you a cup of tea. You didn’t really want to talk about it to be honest, it was extremely rare that you came home feeling like this from your job and you knew you were one of the very few lucky people who could say that, but all you wanted to do right now was go to bed and forget about it all.

“Thank you,” you smile weakly as Gwil hands you your mug.

“Did you want to talk, or…?” he offers as he settles down next to you and strokes your thigh comfortingly.

“Not really, I just want to forget it happened and go to sleep,” you sigh.

“I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up, guaranteed.”

“I know you have, but I’m really not in the mood for-”

“Not that!” he laughs, “for once I’m not talking about that.”

You raise an eyebrow at him questioningly, but he insists that he’s telling the truth, and encourages you to drink your tea and give him a chance to show you just what he means. You of course agree to everything, and quickly finish your drink before he takes your hand and leads you upstairs.

“Right, we need that off,” he says, pointing to your work clothes, “and this on,” he continues as he passes you your dressing gown.

He then disappears out into the hallway and a couple of minutes after the taps on the bath start to run, then the familiar sound of Gwil’s hand running through the water with a contended hum as he stirs up the bubbles greets your ears. You can’t help but smile to yourself at the sound as you undress completely and wrap yourself up in the robe, ready for your bath.

“Ready!” Gwilym calls out.

You walk down to the bathroom expecting him to either be outside or perched on the closed toilet seat, but when you step into the room there he is in the bath already with a large smile adorning his handsome face. The two of you had never done this together before, not even showered with one another in the en suite, and you can’t help but smile at his enthusiastic expression as you hang your robe up on the back of the now closed door.

“That’s it,” he encourages as he takes your hand while you step in the water between his legs and turn around, “perfect,” he sighs happily as you position yourself perfectly in between his thighs and rest your back against his muscular chest.

For some reason you didn’t expect something like this to feel as good as it did; just being with the one you love in such a small space with the fruity scent of the bubble bath and the warm water lapping against your skin was absolute bliss, and you let out a very satisfied hum as you sink further into the water and into his chest a little more.

“Lean your head back sweetheart,” he whispers, picking up a shallow plastic dish from the side of the bath.

You do as he says and he scoops water up and into your hair, letting it drip down his chest after each rinse, then he carefully squirts some of your shampoo into his hands and begins to massage it into your hair as gently as he can before he washes it out using the dish again.

“I could fall asleep,” you sigh, your eyes not opening from when he started washing your hair.

“Then I suggest we get out and snuggle under those covers,” he replies as his arms slide around your stomach and cross over in a tight embrace.

“I don’t want to move,” you whine with a smile as you place your hands on Gwilym’s forearms.

“Neither do I, but this water’s getting a little cool for my liking and I want to get you all warmed up in bed.”

You both reluctantly get out, most unceremoniously now that you were both shivering a little and very damp, then you dry off, empty the water, and head back into the bedroom where pyjamas are the number one priority for both of you. It didn’t even matter you hadn’t had dinner, you were beyond eating right now and all you wanted to do was have your man soothe you with his comforting grasp.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asks as he spoons you from behind with his legs tucked up against yours.

“Hmm,” you nod, “thanks to you, my wonderful man.”

“I’m just happy I can help in some small way,” he replies quietly.

You straighten up your legs and turn around, breaking the neat little perfectly fitting jigsaw pieces your bodies had been, then place one of your hands on his cheek softly.

“You’ve helped in a huge way,” you frown, “I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky with you.”

“The feeling’s mutual my love,” he grins, then presses a meaningful kiss to your lips before you snuggle into his chest and drift off into a peaceful night’s sleep.

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#5

Can you do a fluff story of roger taylor *ben hardy* of like the reader is making breakfast and roger goes behind them and scares them but then puts music on and starts dancing

You got it!

Since no gender is specified in the request, I will make readers neutral so they can be whatever gender identity you want.

Link to my Ko-Fi

Warnings: Just Fluff. An In-joke. Mentions of food, cooking, knives, and eating and Reader getting spooked for a second.

Also, the song is "I Was Made For Lovin' You" by Kiss! Go check it out, it is SUCH a bop!

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!!!

You walked out of the door on that light blue morning, careful to close the door slowly. Roger seemed to be still asleep. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, arms up to the pillows, and his beautiful blonde hair cascaded around.

But you sat there relaxing for a bit. Enjoying seeing the sun rising up, adding pink to the light blueness of the sky. But your stomach kept rumbling. Dinner from last night felt like ages ago.

So you began to start cooking what you usually like for breakfast, be it some toast or eggs or bacon or getting cereal.

You opened the purple bag of coffee by untwisting the string around it, careful to measure it into the black scoop next to the machine. Once you poured some water from a jug into it, you got a fresh filter, poured the rich French roast grounds inside, closed the lid, and pressed a button to start brewing.

Recently you bought some fresh fruit. Surely that sounded nice along with your usual breakfast tastes. You picked out a red Honeycrisp the size of two baseballs, a sharp knife, and began to cut it into slices.

You get so involved in the process of slicing the apple, that you didn't see a blonde head move toward you or hear the pattering footsteps arriving behind you.

And that lit, seeing you so focused, decides to creep up on you and very quickly place his hands on you.

"AHHH!" You screamed, dropping the knife in fear.

But behind was a familiar laugh that made you relax or else armed with a sharp knife you would have attacked back.

Placing the knife down you turned around to see Roger laughing, you waved your arm to smack him lightly but wound up getting the pot on the machine and moving it out of its place mid-brew.

"Please not the coffee machine, Y/n!" Roger yelped as he grabbed it, any stray dark liquid spilling out briefly onto the counter before he set it back in place

Both of you paused. For a second it hit you what he said and you began laughing too.

"Rog! Really! I might need to call Deaky and tell him you said that right now!"

Roger turned around to find the radio.

"Well, that can wait for a bit..."

As he switched it on, there was a blast of an electric guitar and a quick, catchy beat.

It began with a chorus of "do do do's" that Roger sang along to, his head bobbing up and down to the beat.

A bright, expressive rock baritenor began to sing the solo as you felt Roger's hand catch yours.

"Here! Have a dance!" he offered

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Never more sure!"

So he sways you around, pulling you back and forth. But it was quicker with the tempo of the song.

As it erupted into the chorus, you both twisted around, holding hands and grinning, half-singing along.

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47 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#4

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader where reader has given birth to their second daughter and Joe’s mom brings their toddler daughter to the hospital and Joe and reader introduce their daughter to her new baby sister?

This sounds so cute! OF course!

It was painful, of course, it was painful. The first time was painful. God, you forgot the pain.

But once it was over, it was worth it. Worth the hours of labor to see the sweet little face.

"Congrats, miss, the girl's healthy!" the midwife said as she held the little bundle. Already you heard the baby crying with its new lungs as if saying "I'm here! I'm here!"

Breathing in deeply and out, you sighed. So many other women weren't as lucky as you.

Looking over, Joe was in the same headspace as you. His eyes went big at the side. Despite the medical mask over his face, you could tell he was smiling.

You were given the little baby. She smelled sweet and she calmed down right at your touch.

"Ah, mama's girl already!"

He smiled and embraced her. "She's beautiful...."

You were spoiled with gifts and flowers and cards. The nurses even treated you to a steak dinner and plenty of adult diapers to cope with the post-birth flow once you got home.

Only hours later, you heard a familiar voice. "Are you ready to meet your sister?"

To which your older daughter, with the refined thoughts a three-year-old could voice, replied "whee! whee! wheee!" accompanied by light, excited footsteps.

Inside walked Joseph's mother with flowers, holding hands with the little girl. She was happy as could be-all spiffed up in a pink shirt and overalls as her tiny tennis shoes lit up with her exciting steps.

"Hi there!" she chirruped.

Both of you leaped from where you were sitting, Joe put his hands over his mouth.

"Hey Mama!" Joseph greeted. They both hugged each other. "We thought my brother was looking after her and...your-your headache and such!"

"I'm doing fine- the headache's gone! Your siblings called me and asked them to take me...they wanted this girl to meet her sister!" Mrs. Mazzello explained.

Outside the sunshine warmed up your side of the bed. The baby was fed and you were happy to cuddle her. The warmth of the weather and of the new life in your arms was welcome.

"And how are you ladies doing? Both of you?" she asked.

"We're great. Labor wasn't too bad- well, you know, just bad enough as usual. And this one is healthy as a horse," you explained.

"Daddy! Mommy!" your little girl greeted. Joe picked her up and carried her.

"What's up, princess? Are you ready to meet your sister?"

Your daughter nodded. Then Joe walked closer to her. There was a chair next to your bed. Joe sat on it while holding your daughter up.

"Here she is!" you announced proudly.

The little girl leaned forward, smiling as she looked at the baby. She reached her grubby hands forward but Joe held her back a little.

"Be gentle! You gotta be gentle with Sissy!" he instructed.

She grinned.

"She's so cute! I love her!" the little girl said.

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53 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

#3

Hi everyone!

This is your reminder for fanfic writers-

If you think your idea for a fanfic is too “weird” or “not traditional” or “off” or that “no one will read it…”

WRITE IT! WRITE IT ANYWAY!! WRITE THE DAMN FIC!👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Trust me, there were a couple passion projects of mine where I was worried about notes or what people would think or that it wasn’t this kind of fic that was popular right now.

BUT GUESS WHAT??

People read it- reblogged it, kudos’d it, commented, gave me asks praising them…

So just do it! At least three souls out there want to hear your story and give it attention and a listen and will be touched, moved, or enjoy it!!!

So whatever it is, don’t be ashamed- WRITE! THE! FIC!!

65 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

#2

Elvis (2022) dir. Baz Luhrmann

160 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

headcanons for comforting the Queen boys when they’re crying?

AWWWWW. I really like this!

Freddie:

You would catch those odd moments of his emotions. He would be alone and tears would be streaming down his face despite his smile. You hardly knew what and when you asked, he did not reply. “Darling, I can’t talk about it now...”

 “It’s alright, Fred, you don’t have to tell me!” you insist.

You lean his head close to you so that he lens against your shoulder and let him cry it out.

Roger:

Roger was always the cheerful one. He would rarely get sad, truly, truly sad. But when it did, it broke your heart. He was shaking and rubbing the tears off with his sleeve.

“Here...shhhh” You would say.

 You let him hug you- and he does on tightly. His fingers pressing into your skin desperately. So deeply, you are sure there are marks. You would suggest doing something like going out for dinner, drinks, and/or a movie. An activity out there to get his mind off.

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242 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

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[bnhvrdy]

soft Gwilym Lee h.c

soft domestic Gwilym bc we stan him in this house // just your local Ben Hardy hoe 💗

Gwilym is a huge cuddly bear

Is super goofy and a huge dork when you’re both home

will always get you to laugh

whether it’ll be from silly dance moves

telling you super cheesy jokes or stories from the set

going behind you just tickle your sides, knowing damn well you weren’t afraid to start a war

can we take a moment to appreciate gwilym with his facial grown out and his glasses on (that makes me so soft)

When cuddling, Gwilym is usually the big spoon but he loves when you want to be the big spoon and hold him in your arms

Especially when he scoots down, his head on the crook of your shoulder and neck, beard scratching your skin in a blissful way and his hands are wrapped around your middle. your hand in his hair, gently scraping your nails against his scalp and a book in the other

Gwilym loves when you cuddle and one of you read aloud

Loves when you surprise and visit him on set (usually from the help of Joe and Ben who have a hard time keeping their mouths shut)

You went when they filmed Live Aid and stood on the side with Brian May, your eyes wide and a smile on her face as you saw Gwilym come out in full shtick 

You couldn’t help the joyful laugh when he started playing on his guitar, the curls from the wig hugging his face perfectly. He looked over and spotted you, a look of pure surprise on his face. he had to fight everything in him not to completely drop everything and run to pull you into an embrace 

kisses with gwilym are super soft and sweet

temple kisses

kisses to your palms, knuckles, and wrists

lips, chin, cheeks, nose

the best kiss is when Gwil’s hands hold your face, your hands either wrapped around his wrist or over his own hands, you on your tip-toes and he’s bent down. you’d smile against his lips, mouths moving in sync, occasional giggle from the feeling of his beard against your lips and skin

always talking to the guys about you, a large smile on his face and his eyes so focused bc he just loves you so much

imagine the piggy back rides on that man (wasn’t it Joe on Gwilym’s shoulders at the Queen concert???)

sometimes when you want him to leave, you’ll cling to his front like a koala bear and Gwil just walks around like nothing until he gets to the door

“love, I have to go”

“alright, let’s go”

loves dancing to no music in the middle of the room

twirls your around

dips you down and presses a quick kiss to your lips

holds you close and whispers how much he loves you

gwil is just another level of soft and sweet okay

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Present Race

Fandom: RPF, American Actor RPF, British Actor RPF, Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Original Female Character, Original Child Character, Rami Malek,

Word Count: 1100// Rating: Gen

Summary: It's time for a birthday but who will win first place in the present race?

Tags/ Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Kids, Babies, Birthday Parties, Borhap Cast, Friends, Established Relationship, Requested Fic, Request

Notes: working my way through requests. They're now closed till after halloween challenge

REQUEST - @borhapgirlforlife19

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader oneshot where it's their daughter's first Birthday and they have a party at their house with Joe's family, reader's family, and the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe sits on the floor opening her gifts with his daughter beside him and she helps Joe tear off the wrapping paper and she lights up when he shows her the gifts and everybody takes pictures and gushes over how adorable she is?

‘Oh open mine first,’ Rami said grabbing a sleek square parcel off of the floor and handing it to Joe. He was sitting on the floor of the lounge, piles of presents around him and his daughter, Ellie, in between his legs. She was watching everyone excitedly though she didn’t quite understand the reason they were all gathered around was for her. It was her first birthday and though Joe and Y/N hadn’t gone all out with a massive birthday party they had invited their close friends around for dinner and cake to celebrate. 

‘Oh yeah put us all to shame,’ Ben chuckled as Joe took it off his friend. 

‘Yeah, get in first and hope we can’t outdo right Rami?’ Gwilym said with a smile. 

‘What can I say,’ he shrugged, ‘there’s a reason he picked me to be godfather.’ 

‘We picked,’ Y/N said coming to sit down beside Rami on the couch. 

‘Shall we just get our coat, Ben?’ Gwilym said with a chuckle. 

‘Think we better had mate,’ Ben chuckled. 

Before anyone could say anything else Ellie made a frustrated noise. She had been sitting looking up at Joe who was unknowingly holding the present just out of her grasp. Joe noticed her and said, ‘oh sorry honey.’

He placed the package on the floor where she immediately started to paw at it grasping the neat wrapping in her chubby grip. With a giggle of excitement, she yanked at it squealing as chunks of it started to come off in her hand. 

‘Be careful mate,’ Ben said, ‘she might have your hand off.’

‘She’s got good taste,’ Rami said. Soon enough Joe started helping her and they pulled off all the wrapping paper until it was completely unwrapped. It was a small shoe box which once Joe opened revealed a tiny pair of trainers. 

‘Are those trainers?’ Ben asked.

‘Not just any they’re bloody Gucci,’ Gwilym said with a whistle. 

‘Nice,’ Joe said, ‘I mean she will one hundred per cent kick them off after five minutes but they’re pretty neat.’ 

‘Oh they’ll be on the floor of any store we go to within seconds but they’re pretty cute I must say,’ Y/N said.

As if to prove her parent’s point Ellie took that opportune moment to grab one of the shoes in her scrunched-up fist and launch it out towards where the boys were sitting though it somehow went backwards clunking Joe on the head. 

‘Ouch,’ Joe said which only made her giggle. 

‘Well that was worth it even if she won’t wear them,’ Rami laughed. 

‘Yeah very funny,’ Joe grumbled. His moaning wasn’t taken notice of for long though as Ellie was up off her bottom and crawling towards the neat pile of presents a little way out of her reach. She grabbed out for one but Joe merely leaned forward and took it out of her reach. 

‘Dada,’ she grumbled though her pout seemed to retreat as he placed it in front of her. She immediately started tugging the paper off. 

‘I guess we’re not allowed to know who this one is off are we El,’ Y/N chuckled. 

‘It’s me,’ Gwilym said as Ellie continued to ravage what was now showing to be a big box. The box was brightly coloured something that seemed to get the baby’s attention immediately. 

‘What is it?’ Rami asked peering over Ellie’s head which was blocking his view. 

‘This pull-along toy thing,’ Gwilym said, ‘it’s a caterpillar you pull along. Meant to help with walking and stuff. And it’s good for motor skills and-’

‘And you did pages of research right Gwil?’ Joe chuckled. 

‘Well you gotta get it right, right?’ he asked, a little tinge of pink now across his cheeks and nose.

‘Well if not just throw cash at it right?’ Ben said. 

‘Hey just because that’s what you do with all the girls in your life,’ Rami said holding his hands up and making a laugh ring out around the room. Even Ellie giggled along oblivious to the joke she’d missed. 

‘It’s lovely Gwil,’ Y/N said looking at the ornate wooden toy her daughter had seemingly lost all interest in as it was discarded with the shoes as she headed back to the other present that was laying just out of her reach. 

‘Looks like she’s not too fussed,’ Rami said. 

‘That’s because our girl has taste,’ Ben said sliding off of the couch until he was sitting in a similar position to Joe, legs splayed around the present that was in front of him. Ellie crawled to it, pulling herself up on the large box as she got there. She stood wobbling slightly. 

‘What do you think El?’ Ben said, ‘should we open it?’ 

‘Open,’ she giggled banging on the box with her chubby fist. 

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Ben said pulling wrapping paper off the box with little help from Ellie. 

‘What is it?’ Gwilym said. 

‘A baby drumkit,’ Rami said.

‘Oh great,’ Y/N said. 

‘Yeah thanks man,’ Joe said as Ben opened the box and pulled it out. It was a plastic stand with individual sections that could be played. Buttons and knobs for turning. Bright lights and things to fiddle with littered the small console. 

‘Hey,’ Ben said, ‘it’s our job to make sure she drives you up the wall. Besides, it’s not just a drumkit. It’s a complete set of musical instruments in one handy console.’ 

As if that was her cue Ellie started banging on some of the buttons making it whizz to life. A sickly-sweet voice rang out saying, ‘dog!’ which was then followed by a woof. Ben moved around, his hand on Ellie’s side keeping her upright as she started to smash the buttons under her fingers. A cacophony of animal noises rang out around the room not waiting for the machine to finish speaking before it was announcing the next one. 

‘Am I back in the running for best present then?’ Rami said looking between his friends. 

‘Let’s see how long it takes the batteries to run out before we make a decision huh?’ Joe chuckled. 

‘You like it El?’ Ben said looking into the baby’s round hazel eyes. She nodded, ‘gizza kiss then,’  Ben said placing his cheek in front of her as two chunky fists slapped him roughly in the face before drool-covered lips placed a kiss on his cheek. 

‘Now there’s a review we can’t compete with,’ Gwilym said. 

‘What did you expect?’ Y/N laughed, ‘Ben’s got a way with women.’ 

[queenmylovely]

Day 25: Lazy Mornings

pairing: Gwilym Lee x fem!reader

warnings: fluff and heavily implied smut

words: 324

a/n: oh hmmm this isn’t very lazy, but it does happen in the morning!

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Early Christmas morning you woke up wrapped up in the warm and strong arms of Gwilym. It was deliciously comfortable and you didn’t even want to open your eyes because that would mean that eventually you had to leave.

But Gwil had felt the change in your breath and knew you were awake. He did the terrible job for you and looked at the time.

“It’s 7:15, how are you on time?” he mumbled, softening the news with a kiss to your forehead.

“Mmmmm, I need to be out of my room at 8:15 for breakfast and presents at 8:30. Which means I need to be in the shower by 7:30 so I have time to get ready and wrap presents,” you told him, turning around in his arms and resting your chin on his chest. “So 15 minutes.”

“Why so early?”

“Little nieces and nephews.”

“Ah,” he nodded in understanding. Then he got a bit of a look in his eye, “Do you know, I happen to be a whiz at wrapping presents.”

“Do you?” you asked absently, tapping his chest in a nonsense pattern.

“So if I did that while you showered and got ready, I could save you, what, 15-20 minutes?” Gwil said very nonchalantly, his hands rubbing up and down your sides, just grazing your breasts.

You smiled as you put two and two together, “Then I have 35 minutes for… whatever I want.”

“Much more reasonable,” Gwil agreed, flipping you onto your back.

“You’re truly a godsend,” you giggled, widening your legs and laying down against the pillows.

Gwil grabbed your hips, sliding down and down between your legs, “And can you believe, my motives are completely altruistic?”

“I think I’d believe anything you say right now,” you said breathlessly as you felt his lips on your thighs.

“Perfect,” Gwil said. But he wasn’t looking at your eyes and he wasn’t talking about your words.

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[faolan-red-eagle]

“  i’ll still be here when you wake.  ” for Ru!

💛 from @vilkas

i have Baby Ru brainrot right now lol so you are getting a prologue family piece! Enjoy! tagging @reachfolk as well bc i know she'd want in on this ❤️

It had been quite the scare for their now-second-littlest one, hearing his Amma scream as she struggled valiantly to bring a new life into the world. Now, though, he was fascinated with his brand-new little sister, watching with wide eyes as she grabbed onto his pinky with all her newborn might. He drooped a bit, yawning, but unwilling to let go of that tiny hand. "Come, cairinóc," Angolin murmured, "time for bed, now."

Ruaidri immediately shook his head, curling tighter around his dozing Amma and the hours-old baby. ("Strange," Angolin would say to Cynwrig later, "Ruaidri mantles over things he cares about, like birds do with their chicks. Have you noticed that?" Cynwrig would agree, but say it was surely just an oddity of childhood the boy would grow out of.) "I'm no' tired," the four-year-old protested through another yawn, wrapping a hand in Angharad's wild curls. "Wanna stay wit' Amma an' the baby."

Faloren slipped in quietly, come to collect his littlest brother. "What about that story you like, the Riddling God? If you come right now, I'll even give you a bit of Sanguine's tree bark..." he wheedled, trying to coax the little boy to leave their Amma to her rest with the promise of sweets. Ruaidri's eyes went wider than before, then snake-slitted (surely, a trick of the light?) and he shook his head again, burying his face in Hara's shoulder.

"No! I stay with Amma!" the child cried, his chubby toddler cheeks flushing red with anger. Angolin could feel the beginnings of a tantrum coming on, like sensing a storm rolling in over the horizon, and very nearly wept in despair. He was... far too tired to be dealing with this right now.

Hara woke, then, pulled out of her light sleep by her son's distress. "What is it, little spark? What's wrong?"

"Not leavin' you," the child muttered, his mouth pulling into a scowl. "Healers said you were almost dying. Not leaving. I stay with you."

"Oh, little love, it's alright. I'm alright now, there's no danger anymore, sweet one."

He looked up at her, scrunching his little forehead in thought. "Promise?"

"I promise, little spark. I'll still be here when you wake."

"Forever?"

"For always," Hara replied, smiling and thumbing at his cheek. Ruaidri nuzzled briefly into her touch, before finally allowing Faloren to lead him off to bed. Angolin sighed, relieved, as he sat down gently next to his wife, carefully cradling the new baby in his arms. (Cynwrig, useless lump that he was, had slept through the whole thing. Angharad always said he'd sleep through his own death, and wake in the Wandering Wood confused as anything.)

"One crisis averted," Angolin hummed, placing a kiss on Hara's temple. "Have you thought of a name, for our newest little one?"

"Mm, I think Mairenn, for the six-month time, and then... how do you feel, about naming her Alastriona Ciara, for yours and Cynwrig's mother?"

He looked at the baby, peering up at him with large grey eyes. "Suits her, I think. Welcome, Mairenn edra Angharadé, to the world. May it be kind to you, daughter of the Reach."

[rogerscupboard]

Amazing timing. I’m in a Gwil mood tbh. Maybe cutesy cuddling after he’s been gone for so long, and kisses, lots and lots of kisses. I feel like Gwil isn’t the type to do much pda but when he’s alone he’s clinger asf 😂

uhhhhhh y e s please

(not my gif but here’s the inspo)

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“God, how I’ve missed you.”

Gwil’s voice was soft but passionate as he held you close. He had only just gotten back from his most recent press tour, and the two of you had immediately fallen into bed, clinging onto each other as if your lives depended on it. You weren’t even looking for anything more heated, not yet.

It just felt so good to have his arms around you again.

“I missed you too, more than I can even explain,” you breathed out, savoring the feeling of being so close to him again, feeling his heart beat against yours, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, his breath against your lips.

His body was warm, lean but strong, holding you tightly, his forehead pressed to yours, your legs tangled together, unable to cuddle close enough, always trying to grip tighter, snuggle in further.

“Every day was like an eternity without you,” he continued, leaning in and kissing you on the cheek, before peppering them across your nose, down to your chin, the gentle scratch of his scruff against your skin and the relentless affection of his kisses making you giggle.

“But now you’re home,” you grinned, catching his chin with your fingers and savoring the way he smiled against your cheek. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, sleepy and loving, whispering, “And I don’t plan on letting you go for at least a few hours,” before pressing a long, lingering kiss to your lips.

You kissed him back passionately, the sound and feeling of his sigh against your lips making you melt completely in his arms, bodies pressed together, every movement another desperate attempt to get even closer.

When the kiss broke, you were both breathless, noses still brushing as you came to your senses, dizzy from overwhelming emotion and proximity, a familiar heat building up inside you.

“Do you want to...” you started, but he cut you off with another soft kiss, this one more chaste, but full of just as much meaning, enough to make you melt completely.

“There’s no rush, darling,” he said after pulling back, letting his fingertips trace gently down your arm and back up again, dancing across your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps behind everywhere he touched. “I just want to hold you right now.”

You nodded enthusiastically, pulling him tighter against you, his knee bumping your inner thigh, making both of you giggle. “I think I can arrange that.”

He grinned at you, hands wrapping around your waist once more, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Sounds good to me.”

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