#jacques le gris oneshot

[shesjustanothergeek]

Ruined

|Jacques Le Gris x Fem!Reader|

Short Story

Summary: Once you come of age, you're sent to your brother-in-law's estate to find a husband. After months of deflecting and denying suitors, old and young, you encounter the dangerous squire Jacques le Gris.

Author's Note: Jacques le Gris is a rapist. No matter which point of view you look at, he is a rapist. I would also like to say that I personally hate him. He embodies everything I hate about men and victim blaming in the modern world. Still, at the same time, I am so incredibly enamored by him, primarily due to Adam Driver's acting. Initially, I didn't want to write this story, but it would not leave me alone. Without further ado, here is Ruined. I hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Mentions of rape, period-accurate sexism, noncon elements, extremely toxic masculinity, orgy (non-participating), the reader is a virgin, slight blood play, violence, degradation (Jacques receiving), rough sex, Jacques is not nice until the end, sexual blackmail, unprotected sex, PIV.

(I wrote this story almost a year ago but realized I didn't publish it here for some reason. You'll definitely see how much my writing has changed for the better.)

The obnoxious noises of people chanting draw you out of your trance, sipping wine from a silver goblet periodically to drown everything out. These parties were never your favorite, but you came, observing the party-goers dancing drunkenly as if it was your duty to attend.

You roll your eyes as the crowd cheers, Count Pierre yelling above the rest, a woman on his lap, and bringing your gaze to where the sound is directed.

A young man with raven hair draped around his neck stalks towards a maiden, a smirk on his lips, untying his white tunic. His chest is broad, a sheen of sweat glittering on his skin in the candlelight. He would be so much more attractive if this were a different situation. You could even imagine yourself being the one to pleasure his cock. You roll your eyes, understanding the intentions of this whole charade.

"Jacques, my boy, get on with it," Pierre says, growing impatient with the lack of excitement.

He nods, making wide steps to the woman, circling a wooden table as she runs in the opposite direction he follows. You can't help the groan of distaste that releases, tilting the cup to your lips and turning away, not wanting to see the show.

How could anyone like this? It was blasphemous in the eyes of the Lord. Mary would be weeping for what her son's followers do for fun. You must mention this in your confession, receiving penance for witnessing hedonistic actions, drawing the sign of the cross, wiping the stray dribbles from your lips, and making room for your bed chamber.

Pierre sticks his leather boot out, nearly tripping you as you huff, putting your hands on your hips.

"Where are you going, sister," he questions. "The party has just begun."

Your lips curl into a snarl, your white teeth reflecting the flickers of light.

"It is quite late, my dear brother-in-law. I need to rest my weary body."

Pierre tucks his leg back, a wave of shock washing over you. He fakes a pout, his eyebrows scrunching with a wet lip out. You shake your head, disbelieving his ridiculous antics. Indeed, he wouldn't let you go that easily.

"Awe, my dear sister," he pats his free thigh, "won't you find your rest here on my lap?"

The room erupts with laughter, everyone watching the exchange unfold, wondering how this will end. Your stomach turns inside, revolted by your legal brother's detailed proposal in God's eyes. Hot words of hatred sear your tongue's end, begging you to be free, but you bite it. He was, after all, above you, gifting you a home while searching for a husband. You were indebted to him. Saying no was not an option. Your eyes meet Jacques, a look of surprise as if he never knew you were here in the first place— a typical man, keeping his head trained on one hole at a time.

Pushing all the bile and anger, you plaster a smile, accepting the offer and sitting across from the finely dressed lady. Pierre runs his calloused fingers along your spine, turning you into stone as you set your gaze on the floor.

Everyone's eyes had left except for one, the only pair you didn't want on you as you sat in defeat, cheeks fuming. Jacques was intense, his facial hair dusting around the hard line of his mouth, shining with the wetness of the wine. It almost seemed you were his prey now, not the maiden with the ornate burgundy dress. You had no intention of being hunted by him.

With the clap of Pierre's hands, the merriment commences again, Jacques halting for a split second before his pupils are set back to where they were before. The woman is shouting no, over and over again, excitement barely laced in it. Your heart went out to her, a feeling of protection for the circumstance. She had no choice in who fucked her; a status of nothingness gave men the right to do what they wanted. Your gender had just as much value as theirs. Breasts and warm heat should not matter. 

The position in a society fueled the eternal flame of fury in your soul, always wanting to rebel and speak your truth, but the consequences of disrespecting a man were deadly. You were just as helpless as the woman being thrown over Jacques's shoulder and flipped onto the bed, held down by other waiting women.

A hand grips your jaw, forcing your eyes to watch the poor woman be soiled.

"Watch," Pierre commands, saying your name. "Watch him fuck her, and maybe you will learn how to be a good wife for your husband."

You clench your teeth, growling in protest as you watch Jacques enter her from behind. The iniquity of the sounds is enough to stir your core, but the cries of her protest ring louder, maybe laced with a hint of pleasure as the meat from the large feast threatens to exit your throat.

"Here." Jacques's voice was smooth, rolling out his chest like a baritone into your ears, caressing them. "Take some evil inside you," he says, aligning his hips with hers.

Your body jolts, either from the erotic sounds of his words or the disgusting act he was committing on her, as you put a hand over your mouth, jumping from your spot before Pierre can stop you. Incoherent noises were mumbling out of you as you ran to the doors, bursting them open with weight. The onlookers are quiet once more, waiting for a cue from the Lord. Jacques is the only one not paying attention, his vision trained on your retreating form as the girls giggle.

You order your handmaids to draw a bath, telling them to put as many herbs and oils to soothe your racing heart. They listened, bowing their heads in respect as they went off to do their respective duties, and you were in the scented waters in no time.

Take some evil inside you.

The words echoed in your brain, fuzzing all concise thoughts and morals. These parties were always like this, orgies were the most common, but they all seemed consensual. You never heard a woman shout no until tonight. Pierre ordered him to almost rape, teetering on dubiousness and assault.

Why would someone participate in that so willingly?

Jacques could say no and leave, not chase her around like an animal until he jumped on her. He was so attractive and sensual in his movements that even Christ would be shy.

You reached over the top of the tub, picking up the leather-bound book on the stand next to you, attempting to distract your mind from the man that was viciously pounding into as many women as he could in the other wing. A book of poems written in Latin was always your choice.

You had been lost in the pages for hours; the water had turned lukewarm and your skin pruney, but you were too focused as you felt the door slam. You jumped, nearly dropping it into the tub. You were surprised to find visitors, especially this late in the night. You lift your gaze with a quizzical raised brow. The person standing in your bathing room was Jacques Le Gris. You squeal, dipping into the water and covering your chest.

"What the Hell are you doing in here?" You nearly scream, forgetting your place.

He takes a few steps closer as you turn away more, his boots thudding, sending vibrations through the floor as he bends over, picking up your book. He reads the name aloud, almost like a question, and turns the pages, looking for a certain one. Jacques reads it aloud.

"Bibe mihi nisi oculis tuis et ego confirmo in oculis tuis." (Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine.) He says, eyes flickering to your submerged body. "Vel osculum sed in poculo relinque, et vinum non quaeram." (Or leave a kiss but in thine cup, and I'll not look for wine)

Your muscles relax as you listen to his voice. It sounds the same, but the feeling of it is so much better than before.

"Sitis, quae ex anima oritur, divinum potionem petit." (The thirst from the soul doth rise, doth ask a drink divine.) You turn your body towards him, still covering your chest as you study his lips, how they pucker slightly, and his pink tongue touches his teeth.

Jacques begins to read the following line, but you interrupt him, having read this poem many times, as you peek over the side of the brass tub.

"Sed, ut potui, lovis nectare supponerem, Nolo tuum mutare." (But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.) He lowers his head a few inches above yours. His intense honey-brown eyes bore into yours.

"Sera tibi roseo misi, non tam honorante, quam ut spem dare non posset arescere." (I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, not so much honoring thee, as giving it a hope that there it could not withered be.) He reads the line, inching closer and closer.

You lick your lips, lifting yourself as you recite. "Tu autem ibi solus respirasti et mihi remisisti." (But thou thereon did'st only breathe, and sent'st it back to me.)

"Cum crescit et olet, non per se, sed te." (Since when it grows and smells, I swear, not of itself, but thee.)

Jacques closes the book with a slight slap, the tip of his prominent nose gliding across yours as your mouth parts for him. He closes his eyes, leaning in.

"Take some evil inside you."

You pull back, standing in the tub quickly as the water splashes out. Jacques's face turns pale at your rejection, embarrassment clouding his mind. You turn your back to him, grabbing a large towel.

"You know, Sir Le Gris, that poetry would sound heavenly if it wasn't for your filthy mouth." You flip your hair over your shoulder, bending slightly to wring the water out as you hear Jacques approach.

Fear stuns you for a moment, freezing, unsure of what to do or where to go because you know he will not take no for an answer if he reaches you. Suddenly, you spot a mounted dagger over the fireplace. You stroll as if you planned to walk over all along. He catches up in no time, pinning you to the stone, his form pressed into your back as he buries his nose in your neck, sniffing. You try not to cringe, even though everything in your body tells you to do so. You can't show him you're afraid.

"Would you like to rub my oils on Sir Le Gris?" You try to hide the tremble in your voice, staying frozen in place.

"Mmm," he moans, "I would love to." He moves away from you, finally giving you the chance to breathe.

"They are over there." You point to the shelf with glass bottles and vials as he nods. Turning his back on you, you reach for the dagger, silently prying it off the display. "You can pick whatever oil you want, Sir."

Jacques studies each one, popping off the corks and glass lids, smelling them until he finds something he enjoys, and walks back over. He opens the bottle, the smell of roses wafting in the air as he pours some out into his hands, massaging your neck.

If this was any other circumstance, you might adore basking in it, but it isn't. You're with a man who has no concept of consent, a man who would bend you onto the hearth and fuck your weeping body. He reaches down to your shoulders, halting when he feels your resistance on the cloth; not letting him remove it, he overpowers you, pushing it down. You clutch the dagger closer to your bare chest as his fingers glide down your biceps and back, slick with the oil.

"You are so stiff, my sweet."

You shudder at the endearment, trying to relax your tense muscles. Jacques's hand travels down your chest, encompassing the small flat area as his fingertips touch the top of your breast.

"Stop," you command with a flat voice. Jacques ignores you, continuing to massage your intimate parts.

You turn around, flying at lightning speed, and put the dagger's tip to his throat, only enough to draw a trickle of blood.

"When a woman says stop, you stop, Jacques. When a woman says no, you listen." The words fly out of your mouth, anger for seeing the filthy action he committed on that woman from the party.

His lack of terror frustrates you. Even with a knife to his throat, he radiates arrogance. You push him backward across the room, still at his throat, pinning him to the large wooden door. He stands there in surprise, his arms up in surrender, more startled than afraid.

"I could end your life in a second, you scoundrel, yet you show no fear."

Jacques laughs. He laughed dark and deep, his perfectly crooked teeth sparkling as his Adam's apple bobs. You slide the blade with your neck craned; the edge is now piercing. Your face scrunches with fury bringing your knee up to his stomach, causing him to laugh more, slightly doubled over.

"Do you have such a low view of women that you take it in jest when they threaten your life?" You spit. His joy subsides a bit, chest still slightly bouncing.

If you slid the blade across his neck at this moment, his throat would slit, spilling his tarnished blood on your naked body, yet he still doesn't seem to care. His eyes travel down you, still damp from the bath. You slam his shoulder into the door with your fist, trying to assert dominance over him, not allowing him to look. You suppose this is a precarious pose, leg hiked up, hand on his shoulder, giving him perfect access to your womanhood.

Your stance falters at the thought, Jacques taking it as the perfect opportunity to grab you. The blade slides across his arm, flinching for just enough time to run, but he grabs you at the waist, the soles of your feet sliding across the stone floor. You yelp as he flings you over his shoulder, your legs and arms kicking as you scream for him to stop. He doesn't listen, opening the door to your bed chamber and throwing you down on your mattress.

Your body displays perfectly for him, with a slight sheen on your flush body. He devours the sight of you, ripping off his sweat-stained tunic as you push yourself off the sheets and away from him, running towards the exit. Jacques cuts you off, hunched over in a stance that resembles the one at the party, his arms out. You step to the side, and he mirrors it. You step to the other, and the same thing happens again.

"If you run, I will only chase you," he says with a predator's grin.

You look around desperately for anything to help you escape him. You spot a candle stick, sprinting to it, knocking the lit wax onto the floor as it rolls to Jacques's feet; his boot steps on it, snuffing the flame.

"Oh, my darling, you must be careful. You wouldn't want to cause a fire. Our fun might end." His voice is condescending as he stalks you.

"I will set this whole castle on fire before I ever have fun with the likes of you, swine."

A glob of spit flies out of your mouth, landing on his cheek. The pads of his fingers touch it, wiping it on them and bringing them to his mouth, sucking. He hums, popping them from his lips with a smile.

"You taste so sweet." He closes the space between you. "I would shun Jove's cup away every chance if it meant I could taste your nectar instead."

You grip the brass candle stick tightly, offended that he would reference a poem so dear, ready to swing at any moment. Jacques notices, smiling to himself. Your legs rub together at his words, a mind of their own.

His lips crash on yours, destroying any thought that you might not want this, and you drop your weapon, wrapping your fingers in his raven locks. You can feel him grin, happy to have won, his hand lacing itself on your neck.

You part for air as Jacques spins you around, sliding his other hand down your body to your aching mound, parting the wet folds with his digits. You gasp at the contact, your knees buckling as his grip holds you up.

"For a lady who put up so much of a fight, you are impossibly weak under my touch," he mocks, relishing his victory.

You glare at the wall with the brutal honesty of his words. You didn't put up much of a fight when his mouth finally met yours, even dropping your only form of protection.

"Silence." You demand, not wanting to hear any more of his taunts.

An exploratory finger glides over a sensitive spot on your heat, causing you to gasp and grip Jacques's trousers. He swipes over it, and you cry out at the foreign sensation, panting. You can feel the pride radiate from his demeanor at seeing your weakness, slowly rubbing circles on the bud.

You have never felt like this before, being taught never to explore that private area of your body, leaving it only for your husband to use. This pleasure wasn't something that society taught you. Yes, you watched many people fornicate at Count Pierre d'Alençon's gatherings but never allowed yourself to participate. He would have loved it if you did, but you had one duty to attend: finding a husband.

It was already so tricky finding anyone you could stomach, all the suitors decrepit and at death's door. You wanted to marry for love when you were younger. The idea of a fairytale romance clouded your eyes as a child, but once you bled for the first time, you were sat down and told of your duties. Accept whatever man had the most money, influence, or power and fill your stomach with his kin. But you wanted something else. The suitors also knew it, as you destroyed any notion of a small and obedient wife.

At times you were sure Pierre would throw you out as you brushed off and disrespected every man that came, but some of you knew he liked the entertainment. If only he could see you now.

Naked and moaning like a whore as Jacques assaulted your heat with his fingers, you loved the sinfulness of it all, Jacques breathing heavily into your ear as he worked you like a loom, rubbing in circles as pressure began to build in your stomach. Your hips were moving, seeking more friction. You can't control your body, the lust of the devil taking over your mind, a he kept touching that exact spot.

It was so intense, the new feeling, almost too much, you wanted to scream obscenities and thrash around, but he held you firm. Your toes curled as you stomped on the ground, a wave of ecstasy crashing into you as you screamed. Your body caved in on itself as you struggled in Jacques's grip, still rubbing the used nub. You twitched and spasmed as the aftershocks of your high jolted through your body, mumbling to yourself.

"It's-it's too much. Please. Stop." You beg as tears form from the overstimulation.

Jacques shushes you with kisses along your face, calming his fingers slightly, and you breathe a sigh of relief, head dropping as his hand still chokes.

"Have you ever experienced this before, a man's touch?" He whispers seductively, nose burying in your hair.

You're too dazed to think of a witty retort, Jacques pulling your consciousness away.

"No. I have to save myself."

"For who?" Jacques asks, removing his paws from your naked skin.

"My husband." You answer plainly.

Some of you have always wanted to explore your features this way, but you are always too scared, never taking the risk. You felt they would know what you had done by the look on your face, throwing you to live with pigs for the rest of your life. He chuckles at your lack of restraint, happy to have brought your defenses to a standstill as he slowly sways you to the bed, closing your eyes. You think he might leave you there, tucking you in for the night. You wouldn't protest with your achy limbs.

"You're still intact?"

You shoot up, eyes wide, as you realize what will happen. What?" That is all you manage to say, scared to admit the truth. Maybe if you didn't, he would lose interest and leave.

He rests his knees on the bed, your legs between his as he repeats.

"You are still intact?"

"Sir le Gris, I beg you to leave my chambers." Your voice weavers, sobering up, trying to keep a modicum of strength.

You slide off the bed, Jacques grabbing and flipping you as you swipe the candle stick from the floor. He crawls over the top, dragging his hair along your back as you feel his hands dip the bed, stick biting into your chest.

"I will ruin you for every man," Jacques whispers, face centimeters away from your ear, his facial hair tickling your skin as he peppers kisses along your neck.

The logical part of your brain wanted to stop this, realizing that you would fail if your future husband wanted to see if you were still a virgin. They'll declare you a whore, a harlot, sabotaging every suiter who enters the door. With your personality, you knew that your virtue would appeal more than money to them, and Jacques Le Gris would take it away. But the way his lips delicately kissed your skin, his hair lightly stroking it, taking the words out of your mouth as he reached your hips.

He removed his body from yours, shucking his black trousers onto the floor. You grip the candle stick tighter. This was your chance to fight back, stopping him from taking your only decent quality in man's eyes, but you didn't. You just lay there, waiting patiently for him.

A part of you wanted this, to know what it felt like and to discard any chance of finding a betrothed. You couldn't be tied to domestics, organizing feasts, caring for little ones, and then laying down to a man you could never love. It would be pure Hell, and you could not accept that. You would rather die alone without your honor than live a day under a man's boot.

Jacques grips your hips again, pulling you towards the edge of the mattress, legs hanging off the end as he spits on his shaft, stroking it. You turn your head to take a peak. The length is impossible; you had never seen one this long or wide, glistening with his seed at the tip. He catches you staring, smirking at your shocked expression, glad to have finally put you in your place.

He positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his hands on your ass almost gently as he pushes into the hilt. You scream, silencing it into the blankets as he pulls out, only to slam back in again. Tears burst from your eyes at the blinding pain of being stretched, his blatant disregard for your comfort.

"Jacques, it-it hurts." You beg, body shaking, the salty streams of water cascading down your face and into your mouth. "Please, slow down."

Your trembling voice breaks him from his trance, realizing he can't treat you the way he does with other women, not if both of you were to enjoy it. He pulls out, turning your body, seeing your tear-stained face and the candle stick you had been hiding, throwing it off to the side. Jacques smirks, proud to have won your mercy. He didn't know how long he would worry about you trying to kill him. He was proud of the magic his cock could work, but he didn't think it was that powerful, willing someone as strong and aggressive as you into submission. He bent over your body, kissing you, sucking on your lips gently, as your fingers combed threw his hair.

"I'm sorry, my darling, I should have remembered you are not like the rest. So fragile and delicate." He smiles, getting a waft from the oil he put on you earlier. "Like a rose. Ma rose. Beautiful and elegant, but if you aren't wise, she will prick you with her thorns."

You're sure his terms of affection come from pure physical attraction, trying to calm you so he could get back to fucking you like a rabbit. But the feeling that crept into your bones and heart at his words wanted to tell you something different.

He slowly drags them across your velvet walls, relishing in the tiny moans and whines he pulled from your chest. This time, his hand went down to your womanhood, using your juices to coat his fingers before he slid in, stretching you but not as comprehensively as his cock. You gripped onto the arms that caged you, your fingernails digging into the toned muscles as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, softly biting the flesh.

You felt your peak rising quickly as he stroked you with curled fingers, your heat clenching and twitching around him. Jacques didn't need you to say anything to know you were close. Your body told him everything he needed as he quickly exited before your climax, ignoring your protests. He brought the digits to his mouth, coated in blood and nectar as he sucked, eyes rolling back at the tangy taste.

You watched in awe as his tongue licked it, dipping into all the crevices. He leaned down, hesitating momentarily as he reached your lips before you parted them and then dove in, mixing the taste of you and him. You moaned through your nostrils, eyelids fluttering as your tongues danced together, wrapping your legs around his waist. You were tired of waiting now that he showed you what sex could feel like, frustrated by its denial. You pulled his hair, tugging his face away as you looked into his hazel-brown irises.

You had never been this close to Jacques to appreciate his beauty truly; the freckles and moles dotted his cheeks and around his nose. He almost looked like the Roman statues you had seen in books, with his face and body chiseled from stone.

"Please," you whispered on his damp skin, "I need you inside me."

Jacques had waited for those words his entire life, eyes rolling back at the wave of arousal he got from them. He positioned his cock at your abused mound again, sliding in slowly as he watched your expression.

It was painful again, tensing and scrunching as he held back the best he could, bottoming out. The feeling of him so impossibly deep made you gasp. You were sure he was in your guts. You slowly ground your hips against him, trying to seek the pleasure you now knew he could give you. He smiled at your eagerness, happy to have turned the stiff woman into a puddle in his hands.

He finally gave you what you wanted, pulling back and sliding back in. Your walls finally adjusted to his overall size, welcoming him in. Like earlier, he worked that sweet spot inside you, stoking the fire smoldered inside into a small flame. You wanted more now that you realized what was possible, snatching his body close to yours as you angle your hips up, inviting him to go the pace he wanted. And Jacques did, slamming into your body as he fucked you deeply, breasts bouncing from the force.

You moaned loudly, head rolling to the side as the pleasure took over, Jacques wrapping a large palm around your throat again to hold you in place.

"Oh Lord," you shouted, "please forgive me. Now that I know of this sinful ecstasy, I may never stop."

Jacques smiled, happy that he ruined and corrupted you like he said he would, a new wave of primal desire controlling him. He yanks you to the end of the bed again, slamming your body into him as he stands upright, grabbing your waist and fucking into you as hard as he can, gritting his teeth.

You pant, excited by the new position he thrusts into rapidly, the now familiar pressure quickly building in your stomach.

"I am going to ruin you for every man." Jacques reiterates from before. "So, when your husband is fucking you like an untrained dog, all you will think of is me."

His black mop of hair sticks to his sweaty forehead as he continues pumping into you, holding himself back until you climax for him. He hikes your leg over his shoulder, pistoning in you impossibly deeper, hitting the same spot repeatedly until you snap. Your vision goes white as you arch your back, screaming at the bursting pleasure in your stomach. Jacques grins, proud to have you writhing under him as he spills inside you, seed filling up your hole as you both continue panting.

Jacques pumps into you carefully, slowly riding your highs together as your pulse slows, breathing calmly. His hand slowly snakes its way to yours, hooking a cautious pinky. He pulls out, gently dropping your leg as he collapses beside you, spent from the activities together, staring up at the ceiling.

His digit is vast compared to yours, the size of your index, as he takes the invitation to wrap all of them under your plan, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. You stare at him, an eyebrow raised at the unexpected display of affection.

"Thank you for giving yourself to me, ma rose. For letting me have your virtue." You look down at the intertwined hands and then at his face, skeptical, seeing his sincere expression.

"You are welcome," you giggle. "Though I always imagined it would be my husband, now I don't think I need one for that anymore."

Jacques laughs, a naturally bellowing whole-body one, and shakes his head.

"With all due respect, my lady, I don't think you needed me to show you that." You mirror his emotions, silently agreeing with him as he gets up, searching for the lost garments during your adventures.

You attempt to stand, legs faltering as pain shoots through your core, using the bed for balance. Luckily, Jacques is in the bathing room collecting his tunic as you walk over to the candle and holder, putting them back.

Cold, wet fabric on your back causes you to jump, turning around to see Jacques fully clothed with a wash rag in hand. You wince at the freezing temperature of it, grabbing his wrist. You look at him perplexed as he leads you back to the bed, parting your legs as he drags them across your core, cleaning up the dried blood and fluids.

"I can do that, Sir." You protest, uncomfortable with the amount of concern he is showing you.

"I know you can." He chuckles to himself, shaking his head, and continues. You don't stop him, letting the man care for you this time.

Once he's done, you reach for the cloth to discard, but he yanks it out of the way, folding it and stuffing it in a pocket. You put your hands on your hips, shaking your head.

"And what are you going to do with that le Gris?" You ask in an admonishing tone.

"Oh, this?" He questions, feigning innocence. "This is just for me... and any other suiter who decides to court you."

Your face pales, your playful expression dropping as you go to grab for him, his body surprisingly fast for the bulk of it. You try again, and he expertly dodges towards the door.

"Give it back, Jacques," you demand, done with his games.

He smiles and shakes his head, patting where the tainted fabric is stored. You reach for it once more as he opens your bed chamber door and slips out, shutting it on your naked body. He knows you can't leave, or everyone will see you; although some might be pleased, you still stay inside, pounding on the door as you yell his name.

***

You sit silently at the table with Count Pierre d'Alençon and his wife, your sister, eating the day's first meal. You needed that after last night, still fuming after what Jacques did.

That damn scoundrel.

Pierre puts his knife down with a "clang," causing your sister and you to perk up, expecting an explanation for the sound as he wipes his lips.

"Jacques le Gris came to my chamber last night," he begins. A lump forms in your throat as you freeze, terrified about what his following words would be."I found it very odd, him being here that late after the party, but nevertheless, he said it was necessary."

Indeed Jacques didn't blast Pierre about what you did last night; he already had proof enough that he didn't need to say anything.

"You came up in the conversation, my dear sister," he says as he points a jeweled finger.

You swallow, plotting all the terrible things you will do to Jacques the next time you see him.

"He proposed a marriage to you."

You drop all your silverware on the floor, face in shock at the reveal. Jacques has already ruined all chances of future courtiers, even going a step further and ruining your prospects of freedom. Why the Hell would he do that?

"I, of course, said that he would have to follow the process like any other man. He would get no special treatment just because he is my friend."

He steals your virtue and now your only chance of freedom.

"What do you say, my dear sister?" He asks, ripping your mind for your thoughts.

You stare blankly, unsure how to respond to something as ridiculous as that and clear your throat.

"Jacques le Gris is like all of the men from before and will be like all of the men after," you reply.

Pierre smiles at your answer, happy to know the two most headstrong, fiery people he knows will go toe to toe. This will be a duel for the ages.

[mrs-gucci]

Welcome Home {Sir Jacques Le Gris x Reader}

anonymous

Idk if your requests are closed, but PLEASE pepper in somewhere being held while Jacques rails you 🥵🥵

yes, technically they were closed when you submitted this, but uhh...I kinda needed this type of Le Gris content in my life so I went ahead and made an exception...and then wrote a whole oneshot dedicated to it lol.

warnings. SMUT, reader is Jacques’ wife, talks of conception, expectation of period-typical “wifely duties” (not by Jacques), P in V, barebacking/unprotected sex, creampie (w/ intent of conception), fluffy end. **no actual use of “Y/N” in this fic.

(possible) tw’s. sex with others (indirectly) involved, being held & touched by a third party during sex (period-authentic), voyeurism (as a result).

word count: 1.3k

A knock comes on the bedroom door and you sit up. The other ladies giggle softly with excitement and you quietly shush them, unable to help giggling a bit yourself. He’s going to be so surprised.

“Who is it?”

“Helen of Troy.” Jacques says with a soft laugh. “May I enter?”

You lay back and the girls position themselves around your head. “Yes, come in.”

He pushes the door open, expecting to see you sitting by the window reading, or perhaps writing a letter at the desk. He does not, however, expect to see the scene he ends up coming across.

There you are, his stunningly beautiful wife, laying back on the bed completely nude, with two other women laid by your head. They’re rubbing scented oils all over your bare arms and chest, massaging it into your skin.

“Welcome home, my love.”

His cock twitches as he allows his eyes to roam over your shimmering figure, watching as the girl’s hands smooth over your breasts. He hums, locking the bedroom door behind him before taking a step forward.

“This is quite the sight to return to.” He says with a small laugh. “What did I do to deserve such a welcome home?”

“While you were away, your lovely mother reminded me once again how I have yet to perform my duties as your wife. So, I thought perhaps we could make this time extra special.”

Jacques sighs, shaking his head. “Good lord. Well, I am less than pleased with my mother, but I am certainly not complaining about the outcome of her words.”

“I assumed as much. Now come and join us.” You laugh softly, waving him over.

His cape is quickly untied and shrugged off before he’s walking up to the foot of the bed. He looks down, eyes tracing over your oiled skin before he looks between the two girls with a small smirk.

“Hold her legs open for me, ladies.”

They each take hold of one of your ankles, then the backs of your knees, gently coaxing your legs apart for Jacques while he pulls his shirt and trousers off. He purrs, eyeing up your exposed cunt as he rubs some of the oil between his calloused palms before smoothing it down your inner thighs and stopping just short of where you need his hands most.

He massages the flowery-smelling oils into your skin before pulling your hips up to the very edge of the bed. The girls let him take your legs, instead leaning back against the plush pillows, resuming their ministrations on your arms and breasts.

You bite down on your lip when they run their fingers over your pebbled nipples, sighing softly. This little slip-up of yours doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain set of eyes.

His drooling tip positions itself at your entrance before his lust-darkened eyes meet those of the girl’s. 

“Pinch her.”

As soon as they take hold of your nipples and give them a nice squeeze, Jacques’s hips thrust forward and his cock sheathes itself swiftly inside you. Your eyes widen, a breathy moan slips through your lips as your walls are forced open around him.

Jacques grunts, jaw clenching while he begins thrusting in and out of you sharply, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. 

“Mmm, you take me so beautifully, ma petite.”

The combined snapping of Jacques’ hips and the girl’s ministrations on your bosom reduces you to a mere puddle of whimpers, whines and soft moans. You’re almost certain that you’re set to meet your maker anytime now, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Do you think my beloved is enjoying herself, ladies?” He asks with a cocky smirk, looking up at the two other women.

They giggle together, nodding. “It appears so, Sir Jacques. She shall surely be with child after this.”

His smirk grows wider as an idea formulates in his mind, hips coming to an abrupt stop. He draws back, delivering harsh smacks to your inner thighs.

“Turn her over and hold her. I shall make sure she is brought to her ultimate pleasure and my seed takes root.”

The girls assist in turning you over onto your front and they each grab one of your arms once you’re settled, holding you firmly down on the bed as Jacques reenters you with a low grunt.

He leans forward, large hands splaying out just below your shoulder blades to steady himself while his hips begin their rhythm. With each forward thrust, a grunt or groan slips past his lips, growing louder as he picks up the pace.

“Ggrruhh...mmmuuhh...fffnnnhhhh.”

Your skin is dragged back and forth on the mattress along with the motions of his pelvis, mouth hanging open slightly as gasps and pitchy whines uncontrollably pass through.

“J-Jacques...!”

His hips only speed up twofold when the desperate, breathy plea of his name passes through his ears. An animalistic growl cuts through the air, sending a sharp chill up your spine.

The ladies look at each other and hum, giggling quietly as they thread their fingers through yours. “Mmm, mademoiselle...you are very fortunate to have a fierce lover with such a pleasurable cock. He must make you feel close to heaven, oui?”

You moan at their words, nodding as best you can.

“Oui, o-oui!”

Jacques grins like the devil himself at your praise, snarling as his fingers curl, digging further into your flesh. He’s oh so close to his high by now, but he cannot let himself go until you experience your own little death.

“Allow me to b-bring you there, then.” He rasps close to your ear, pounding into you as hard as he can manage. “Come to heaven w-with me, ma petite!”

Your peak comes only moments later and you cry out, shuddering as your insides spasm uncontrollably around him.  “Good Lord, oh--christ!”

A gasp suddenly slips through his lips and then, his hips come to a stop when they’re pressed completely forward inside you. 

“Mmmuuuuhhhhhh!” He howls, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut. “Ggggnnnnnuuuuhhhhh, ggrrrrhhhhh!”

His hips give a few mock-thrusts with every rope of seed spilled, assuring that each bit is buried deeply inside you before he draws back with a breathy huff. He’s panting relatively heavily from his efforts, lazily massaging the globes of your ass as he calms himself down.

“You may go. I wish to be alone with my wife.”

The two women release your arms and crawl up the bed, both planting a kiss on either of Jacques’s cheeks. “Au revoir, Sir Jacques.”

“Mm, ladies, your services were most appreciated.” He nods and chuckles softly, playfully giving each of their asses a quick squeeze as they climb off the mattress. “See you next time.”

You roll over when the door shuts, eyebrows raised up at him.

“Next time, hm?”

He laughs heartily, laying down next to you. “Ah, I say that to them all, my love. It keeps them hopeful. Although...I would not be opposed to being welcomed home with something like that again.”

“Mmhmm, I am sure you would enjoy that. I will keep it in mind.” You turn your head to look over at him with a small smile. “I have a good feeling about this try. Perhaps we have finally done it.”

Jacques smiles, hand coming to rest gently atop your abdomen.

“I believe so as well, ma petite...but I think we should try at least once more, just to be absolutely sure it has taken.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you laugh and give him a shove. “You are truly insatiable.”

“One can never be too careful...” He hums, kissing your neck and snaking his arms around your abdomen. “I love you.”

You smile, leaning further into his touch.

“I love you too, Jacques.”

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Witchcraft on Your Lips

Witchcraft on Your Lips

Modern Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Word Count: 20.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Graphic Violence. Old Timey Sexism. Humor. Romance. Enemies to Lovers. Fake Marriage.

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Author’s Note: Here’s the second of three oneshots that I pieced together by popular vote for my combined Birthday Bash and 1500 Followers Celebration. A Romantic, Time Travel Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, Fake Marriage, and Only One Bed!

A broad, heavy fist slammed down onto the surface of a walnut desk, hard enough to crack the wood, leaving an angry ragged wound across its glossy top.

“This is horseshit, Pierre!” Jacques Le Gris snarled at his long-time friend, his whiskey-toned eyes burning ominously and his deep voice booming inside the office. “I won’t have any fucking part of it.”

“You already are part of it,” Pierre D’Alencon responded calmly from his seat behind his desk, unconcerned by the other man’s anger.

“You brought me on here to consult on historical accuracy. To train your professionals how to blend in when they took a trip,” Jacques continued in a lower, more dangerous tone. “Then, I even agreed to lead your teams back myself. But I never agreed to take a fucking civilian on a trip.”

“This isn’t what I want either.” Pierre shook his blonde head, holding his hands up defensively. “But I’m backed into a corner by that woman. I have no choice.”

“It’s been protocol from day-one. No civilians take trips.” Jacques planted both his fists on the desk, leaning over it toward its owner aggressively. “It takes months of training and preparation to get a person in condition. Not to mention the amount of coaching it takes just to blend in well enough to survive.”

“It’s a good thing for all of us that you have more training, academic knowledge, and also more first-hand experience than anyone else,” Pierre continued smoothly, pausing to take a drink of scotch from a crystal tumbler. “Which is why you’re just the man for the job.”

“I’m not taking a civilian on a trip,” Jacques growled with finality. “And I’m not letting you send her back with anyone else either. I’ll shut this entire fucking operation down first if I have to.”

“Oh, that wouldn’t raise suspicion at all,” Pierre replied sarcastically. “That would be just the ammunition this woman needs to fuck up everything. We already have this fucking woman sniffing around. This lawyer. Trying to claim wrongful death for Carroughes and fraud on top of it. What do you think will happen if we just shut down? You think that’d look suspicious?”

“Not my company. Not my problem,” Jacques said icily, anger radiating off his imposingly large body.

“I disagree, my friend,” Pierre replied with a mirthless smile. “Carroughes’ last trip went bad on your watch. It will be your name that will be dragged through the mud in lawsuits for years to come. Your head will be on the chopping block right next to mine.”

“So, your solution is to pile up even more bodies, is it?” Jacques huffed, pushing himself back from the desk and running a large hand through his shoulder-length black hair.

“My solution is simple. Take the woman on a trip for a day or two. Let her see that it’s real and that I’m not running a scam,” Pierre replied, shrugging casually. “But make sure she sees enough to know it’s not only real. Let her see how dangerous it is, too. That should quell any wrongful death and fraud claims.”

“And what happens when the lawyer gets herself killed back there?” Jacques gritted, putting his hands on his hips in exasperation. “Or when something even worse happens to her?”

“Don’t let that happen. You’re the best, Jacques.” Pierre offered a confident smile. “Time to prove it.”

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Your first day spent touring the nondescript labs and sprawling nameless facility owned by Pierre D’Alencon had been remarkably uneventful. Your appointed tour guide, an impressively large and outgoing man named Jacques Le Gris, seemed more interested in selling you on sightseeing in the Norman countryside than in doing his job of giving you an overview of the facility’s operations.

Before even dropping your bags off at the dormitories on the laboratory property, he had insisted on taking you on an hours’ long tour of Mont Saint-Michel. Flaunting his PhD in Medieval History, he ensured you left the picturesque landmark with enough trivia to last a lifetime. The man then proceeded to take you to lunch at an indulgent French café that seemed to pride itself on its lackadaisical service. After that was an afternoon spent driving through the French countryside while he gave you an ongoing history lesson, although he offered no information at all concerning the nature of the company he worked for.

However enjoyable spending your first day in Normandy as a tourist with a dashingly handsome tour guide may be, you were here on business. Your client, Marguerite Carroughes, had hired you to investigate the strange disappearance and presumed death of her husband, Jean, after years of employment at the facility. A day spent touring medieval cities and enjoying French cuisine had brought you no closer to uncovering the truth.

You were getting the run around and you knew it.

Darkness had descended when Jacques finally drove you through the gates to the facility. It was an expansive complex comprised of plain grey buildings. Convenient, that it was too dark for you to get a decent view of the property.

Arriving at the only building possessing of windows and more than one above-ground story, Jacques parked at its entrance. The building housed the companies few trusted employees and scientists, a series of offices and dormitories. Taking your bags, Jacques led you down a series of sterile hallways to a suite.

“I’m sure you’ll want to sleep late tomorrow,” Jacques said over his shoulder as he carried your bags inside the room. “You’ve had a long day, and I’m sure the jetlag will take its toll.”

“On the contrary, I want to meet you bright and early tomorrow.” You assured him with a sarcastic smile, watching as he deposited your bags and turned to leave. “I can’t wait to finally hear all about this time travel business.”

“Perhaps, I’ve simply not yet exhausted you adequately,” he said with a handsome grin, turning to lean casually against your doorframe. His hulking body took up the better part of the doorway, both in height and breadth. “Allow me to take you back out for dinner tonight. Dancing even.”

“I thought you were the company’s top scientist, Jacques,” you said with a lilt as you took a step toward him, before continuing with a smirk, “Not its most preeminent honeypot.”

“Clever.” He grinned at your ridicule. “But you don’t think well enough of yourself if you think I’d have to be ordered to ask you out for dinner and a dance.”

“I think that more than dancing, you want me to forget why I came here,” you replied, closing the remaining distance between your bodies. “I assure you, I will not.”

Reaching a hand to him, you trailed your fingers from his thick neck down onto the expanse of his chest. You let your touch linger, teasing him for a moment, before pushing him back out of your doorway.

“I expect you here, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, at eight tomorrow,” you told him as you closed your door in his face.

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The following day, Jacques’s pleasant demeanor lasted only until you argued him under threat of a lawsuit into finally showing you what you came to see.

Laboratory X was the facility’s primary research area, contained several stories underground. Jacques led you through the laboratory, giving you a rundown of the science D’Alencon had pioneered to allegedly travel back in time. You were informed of more details about quantum physics and multiverses than could take root in your memory.

Jacques also detailed his own role within the company. How he was hired initially as nothing more than to train operatives on how to act and speak when they went back in time so they would not appear out of place. ‘Trips,’ as they were called within the company. Later, Jacques’s military background and also his overall physicality became useful when he was promoted to leading the trips back himself.

It all sounded absolutely ridiculous.

“You can talk all day, Jacques,” you said while walking down one of the many long sterile hallways, finally growing exasperated in the afternoon after seeing largely nothing and only hearing various practiced spiels. “But I want a tour. I was promised one.”

“I’m giving you a tour,” he responded gruffly, equally frustrated by your persistence.

“You know what I mean, so stop playing coy.”  You turned to meet his eyes defiantly as you spoke. “If your company can really send people back in time and you really lead teams on such adventures, I want the real tour I was promised by your boss.”

Clenching his jaw, Jacques seemed intent on deterring you by the sheer force of his glare.

“And I want to know what exactly happened to Carroughes,” you continued, unruffled.

“You’re right, as you know. I’ve been ordered to take you back on a trip,” Jacques said through gritted teeth, sidestepping your inquiry about the other man. “But I’m telling you now, it’s a bad idea. You’d do well to take my advice. I know what I’m talking about.”

“On the contrary, you’d do well to take my advice when I tell you that if I don’t see some firsthand evidence of this ‘science’ and a plausible reason for the disappearance of my client’s husband, I’ll sue this company, D’Alencon and yourself personally six ways from Sunday,” you said with equal aggression.

“And do you have your own beneficiaries lined up to sue when you die back there?” he asked, puffing his chest out and towering over you. “This isn’t going to a fucking renaissance festival. It’s not a bunch of fun and games.”

“I’m shaking in my boots, Jacques,” you said as you mocked a shiver. “When you’re done deflecting, maybe you can tell me when exactly we’ll be leaving.”

Turning with an indignant snort, Jacques strode away down the hallway. Sparing a quick glance over his shoulder was the only cue he offered for you to follow.

At the end of the hallway was a thick metal door and a keypad. Jacques lowered his head to accommodate a retinal scanner before entering a code on the keypad. The hiss of escaping air greeted you when he pulled the door open for you to enter, glaring at you as you walked past him.

Inside were a series of labs, most containing elite-looking computers, more populated and bustling than anything else you had seen so far. Scientists in white lab coats busied themselves with various tasks, many of whom sat behind computer monitors. Several tendered Jacques a greeting of some kind as he walked down the halls.

After walking for what seemed like blocks, Jacques opened another locked door for you. Stepping into the chamber beyond, you felt like Dorothy stepping into Oz.

A monstrous circular structure composed of titanium and crystal sat in the center of a cavernous room. A bank of five computer stations sat off to one side of the room. Currently vacant, it was no doubt used to monitor trips through time.

“This is where the magic happens,” Jacques deadpanned.

Leaning over a computer, he quickly typed a few commands. The machine whirred to life before you. Its metal and crystal panels began spinning as the machine itself turned on a base. It looked like a gigantic blender. Inside was a platform the size of two king-sized beds laid together. The platform remained still as the machine picked up speed in its revolutions until the moving parts of it were blurred with their speed.

“People usually train for weeks, sometimes months, before they’re approved to take a trip,” Jacques said, moving to stand beside you and watch the spinning of the machine. “It puts a lot of stress on your system. I wouldn’t recommend you stepping into that thing before you’ve been properly conditioned.”

“Oh, I see.” You turned to fix him with a pejorative glare. “You turned this thing on to scare me, huh? Honestly, I’d be in the wrong profession if I rattled that easily.”

“It’s common for people, even after they’ve been conditioned, to feel sick when they go back. We call it ‘tripping sickness,’” Jacques continued, meeting your narrowed eyes. “It’s like a bad case of altitude sickness, and it can take a few days to abate.”

“I can handle some altitude sickness,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Some people have worse side effects. Some people get symptoms like the bends. Or even worse.” Jacques spoke in a grave tone, trying to convince you to change your mind. “The machine is calibrated to take you back to 1386. Believe me, you don’t want to have the bends and be stuck in 1386.”

“Isn’t the point of this thing so you don’t get stuck?” you asked, gesturing at the colossal spinning machine.

“Turn around is a minimum of twenty-four hours. After every person is sent back or pulled forward, the machine must be serviced and gone over to prevent any glitches,” Jacques explained, returning to the computer to shut the machine down once again. “You don’t want to risk glitches with this. Believe me.”

“Spending the night in medieval France sounds like a dream come true to me,” you said confidently.

“I assure you, it won’t be,” Jacques said with an irritated shake of his head. “I’ve done this a lot and I’m telling you, it’s a bad idea without the proper training. But I assume you still want to fucking go, don’t you?”

“Shall we leave tomorrow?” you asked by way of an answer.

Scowling deeply, Jacques walked back toward the door, begrudgingly opening it for you.

Back inside the area with the scientists and technicians, Jacques began unbuttoning the cuff of his right sleeve, rolling it up his forearm as he walked. Ducking inside a white laboratory, he addressed a nerdy looking man in a lab coat.

“We each need blood drawn for labs and beacons crafted for a trip in the morning,” Jacques told the man curtly before turning to you. “I’ll pick you up at five-am. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, just the way you like.”

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Precisely at five-am a persistent knocking resounded through your room. Opening your door, you were met by the sight of a dangerously handsome knight.  

Wearing mostly dark-colored leather, Jacques stood before you dressed as a knight in his traveling gear. He carried a blue bundle under one arm. A long broadsword was belted over his tunic around his hips, the tip of its blade hanging down below Jacques’s knees.

“Nice sword,” you commented, allowing your eyes to traverse his costume. “I want one.”

“Unfortunately, you’re a woman,” Jacques replied with a smirk. “The best I can do is a dagger.”

“You’re kidding, right?” You raised a condescending eyebrow at him.

“Kidding? You’re going back to around six-hundred years before any inklings of feminism,” he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. His smirk widened when he continued, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you learn your place.”

Before you could respond, he tossed the bundle toward you. Catching it, you unraveled the material to discover it was a medieval-styled cornflower blue dress and white undergarments. Jacques still held a belt with an attached sheath that contained a long dagger.

“I’ll give you this once you understand the ground rules and the urge to stab me has passed,” he said with a smug grin.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped into your bathroom to change.

“Don’t leave anything modern on at all,” Jacques called from your room.

You almost hated to admit how well the dress fit you, wondering how much time Jacques had to put into surreptitiously admiring your figure in order to pick the perfect size. You also loved the way the dress showcased your bust. It had long sleeves and its hem reached to the floor, the cut flattering to your figure.

“Not bad,” Jacques said, sucking his teeth as he appraised you when you stepped back into your bedroom. “You’ll pass. As long as you don’t open your mouth too much.”

“Excuse me?” Your arms flew to cross over your chest indignantly.

“Do you speak medieval French?” Jacques asked with sarcastically raised eyebrows. “I didn’t think so. I do. So, leave the talking to me, unless you want people to think you’re speaking in tongues or just addled.”

You begrudgingly nodded your understanding, taking the dagger from him and belting it around your waist.

“Also, remember that you’re a woman,” he continued, dropping the sarcasm.

“Do you think I’m at risk of forgetting?” you laughed at his ridiculousness.

“Remember that you’re a woman in 1386. You don’t have any rights other than what men wish to allow you. Men hold the power, you do not,” he told you, watching your reaction closely, before grinning. “And trust me, mademoiselle, you’re better seen than heard.”

“I could say the same about you,” you grumbled, giving your appearance a final once-over.

“I’m sure you could,” Jacques smirked before continuing with more gravity. “But I’m serious. You have to behave appropriately by medieval woman standards, or you could get us both killed. Do you understand?”

“Of course, I understand,” you said, fixing him with an icy stare.

Closing the distance between you, Jacques raised his arms to place a braided leather necklace over your head. Two pendants were affixed to the leather. Letting his hand trail down the leather to where it ended over your bust, he held the two coin-shaped pendants between his thumb and forefinger.

“This is the most important thing you must remember,” he told you sternly. “These are our beacons. These are what we use to get home. One for you and one for me. I have one for each of us, too. I like contingencies.”

Looking at the pendants more closely, they appeared to be made of copper and styled like medieval coins. One had your initials engraved on it, the other had Jacques’s.

“You activate it like this,” he said as he pushed his thumbnail into the thin edge of the coin. After holding it for a few seconds, a faint blue led light activated inside the coin. “Three seconds turns it on. Ten seconds recalls you back home.”

“Easy,” you said confidently. Taking the beacons from him, you turned them over in your hands to study them.

“Be sure you only use your own beacon,” Jacques continued seriously, reaching his huge hand to your shoulder to emphasize his point. “Each beacon is coded to our respective DNA. Believe me, it’s better to get stuck back there than try to use someone else’s beacon.”

“Got it,” you confirmed with a smile.

Jacques took a deep breath, opening the door to your room and gesturing you through. “Shall we?”

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“Last chance to think better of this and call it off,” Jacques said, looking down at you as you xboth stood face to face on the metal platform inside the machine. “We’re set to arrive during the Hundred Years War. The Black Plague is still around too. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have me take you on a tour of the French countryside for a few days?”

“That doesn’t sound nearly as exciting as the Hundred Years War and the Black Plague,” you said sarcastically.

“Don’t go licking any rats back there,” he joked, doing a final once over of his gear and checking both of your beacons as the machine whirred to life, beginning to spin around you.

“Do you mean of the animal or the human variety?” you teased back as the air around you began to grow heavy with static electricity, burning your lungs like an acrid fume.

“Take a deep breath. It helps.” Following his own instruction, Jacques closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, expanding his large chest. His jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth in discomfort.

You felt it, too. A pressure building around you like a submarine being slowly squeezed as it descended into the ocean depths, making your breaths painful and sending an ache down to your bones.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light exploded inside the chamber, accompanied by a thunderous crack, like being inside of a storming thunderhead. You squeezed your eyes shut tight against the dazzling light. Just as fast as they had come upon you, all the noises and lights evaporated.

When you opened your eyes, you were no longer encircled by metal and crystal. You stood in what appeared to be a green forest, surrounded by trees and brush. You felt disoriented, almost a drunken feeling of being confused and off-balance, and your stomach churned with something like seasickness. Thundering still echoed in your ears, although fainter and different somehow.

Jacques stood before you as he had in the machine. As your vision came back into focus, you sought the warmth of his amber eyes. He did not return your gaze.

The look on Jacques’s handsome features was one of horror, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide, as he looked over your head at something behind you.

The thundering in your ears grew louder.

In the span of a heartbeat, Jacques’s features hardened, turning to resolve, his jaw set and eyes narrowed.

Moving quickly, he reached his left hand out to grab your upper arm, yanking you roughly toward him, as he drew his sword with his right. Dragging you bodily with him, Jacques ducked toward the nearest tree, slamming your back against it and pressing his huge body against yours.

The opposite side of the tree exploded just behind your neck, its trunk taking the blow from the sword that was meant to behead you, sending a shower of splinters and bark raining over you.

Pushing away from you with a growl, Jacques swung his sword at the mounted man who had just tried to kill you both while the man struggled to wrench his sword free from where he had embedded it in the tree. Jacques sliced his blade through the man’s belly. Wearing no armor, the man was instantly gutted, spilling blood and entrails down over the neck of his horse. As the animal reared in fright, Jacques pulled you to his body once again, shielding you from harm as the man’s body fell from his horse. Jacques shot his free hand out to grab the horse’s reins, trying to subdue the animal.

You could still hear thundering, seemingly coming from all around you.

Still disoriented, you clumsily turned in Jacques’s arms. A contingent of mounted men charged through the forest directly at you.

Suddenly, the world around you spun more violently, the ground falling away from your feet. It took you a moment to realize that Jacques had lifted you off the ground as though you were nothing more than a ragdoll, as he swung you up onto the horse and into its saddle.

Your hands automatically reached to grab the pommel of the saddle in front of you as your legs tightened around the animal. With a grunt, Jacques lifted himself onto the horse behind you. Locking his arms tight around you, he kicked the horse roughly, sending it lunging instantly into a gallop.

The torque of the horse running ahead, sent your body tipping backward against Jacques’s chest. He sat firm and strong behind you, supporting you and holding you close, as he guided the horse in between trees.

Behind you, two men had given chase, the rest of the contingent having veered off to pursue whatever their business had been when you had the misfortune of stumbling into their path.

Jacques kicked the horse you both rode furiously, trying to spur it faster. It was obvious that your horse could not outrun the other men while he carried two riders. The other riders quickly closed the distance between you.

The forest grew denser around you as you galloped deeper into it. Jacques turned the horse into the thickest patch of trees in sight. The horse barreled through the tangled, low-hanging branches of the closest tree. Releasing his hold around you for a moment, Jacques raised his right hand to block the branches as the horse charged through them. Blocking them more effectively from your face than his own, Jacques took a rough smack from an especially thick branch across his cheek.

In a stroke of dumb luck, the same branch slung back toward the man immediately behind you, whipping it backward with redoubled force right into the man’s face. What was only a stinging blow for Jacques, struck the other man square in his eyes, knocking him backward off his horse as the animal ran ahead, free of its rider.

“Hold on tight,” Jacques huffed in your ear.

Slowing the horse, Jacques reined the animal around in a tight circle, raising his sword. The other rider was prepared, leveling a strike at Jacque’s head as he tried to run past Jacques and cut him in the process.

Blocking the strike with a reverberating clang of metal on metal, Jacques continued the spin of his horse. Slamming his horse’s body into the body of the other animal, the enemy horse was knocked off-balance mid-stride, stumbling in its gait. The other rider canted sideways as his horse slipped beneath him, giving Jacques an opening to slash his blade across the man’s throat, slinging a waterfall of blood through the air as the horse scrambled.

With its rider hanging half out of the saddle, his body flopping limp and askew, the horse bucked away through the trees.

A few yards away, the rider who had been knocked off by the branch struggled to his feet, raising his sword and ambling drunkenly forward toward you. Jacques kicked his horse ahead toward the man, swinging his sword like a golf club up under the man’s chin, splitting his face open from chin to crown, sending his body flying backward onto the ground.

Pulling your horse to a stop, you felt Jacques’s huge chest heaving behind you. Your own heart hammered against your ribs from the shock of it all. Looking back over your shoulder, you saw Jacques scanning the forest around you, looking and listening for any signs of other attackers. Several light scratches marred Jacques’s right cheek from the attack by the tree branch, a line of blood dripping from the deepest wound.

“Welcome to 1386,” he told you, looking down at you with a grin, as a drop of blood rolled down his cheek.

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Riding through the forest on your newly acquired horse, you found yourself enjoying the feeling of Jacques’s enormous body pressing against yours and the way you felt safe inside his powerful arms, where they held you steady in the saddle in front of him.

“We have another twenty-three hours or so before we can make the trip home,” Jacques spoke from his seat behind you. “I could have shown you a nicer time back in Normandy.”

“So, how do you suggest we pass the time?” You asked, feeling your cheeks burn when you felt Jacques’s chest rumble with laughter.

“You might take offense at my first suggestion.” He leaned closer to speak next to your ear, his lips nearly brushing your skin. “Otherwise, the most important thing we must do is blend in. We’ve already drawn far too much attention to ourselves. That can’t continue.”

“Is this what happened to Carroughes?” you asked over your shoulder, feeling Jacques’s body tense against you at your question.

“No. It was much worse,” Jacques answered gruffly, offering nothing further.

“Have you killed men back here before today?” You turned your head to look at him with your question.

“Lives are cheap here.” Was the only answer he gave.

After a few minutes of riding in silence, he changed the subject to a more pleasurable one.

“We’ll head into the village. Get a meal and a room, and try to stay out of sight until we can get out of here tomorrow,” he said, making a point of lightening his tone. “You’ll have to try to keep a low profile. Can you do that?”

“I’ve had enough attention for one day, myself. I’m not looking for more,” you agreed, feeling him nod in approval behind you.

An hour’s ride brought you to a village, seated below an escarpment that ascended to a great walled castle, giving the grand structure the image of watching over the village below it. Riding down the streets of the shire, you passed by blacksmiths, bakers, and other businesses, watching the populace bustle about their day.

A large inn and tavern sat in the village center. Riding to a nearby stable, Jacques dismounted the horse first before reaching to help you down, returning you gently to the ground. After turning the horse over to a stableboy, Jacques took your hand, leading you toward the inn. His touch wasn’t affectionate, but he was staking a visible claim on you to ensure other men in the vicinity didn’t attempt to hassle you.

“This isn’t a good century to be a pretty woman,” Jacques told you as he flashed a particularly fearsome scowl at a man who indulged in glancing too long at your figure. “Stay close to me at all times.”

“Did you just call me pretty?” you asked teasingly, smirking up at him.

“You’re beautiful, cherie,” Jacques replied easily. “Right up until the moment you open that mouth of yours.”

You shot him a searing glare as he led you into the tavern. Inside, it was filled with raucous men drinking and laughing amongst themselves. You were the only woman who was not working in the tavern as a barmaid or some other profession.

Locating the owner, Jacques inquired about a room for you both only to be informed that you would have to wait until some other guests evacuated. Probably within the hour, given that they were merely enjoying some other services provided by the barmaids. You could only hope that some sort of maid service existed or that clean sheets would be provided at minimum.

Jacques placed his hand possessively on the small of your back, directing you to a table in the furthest corner of the room. Seating you at the table, he leaned over its surface to speak close to you.

“I’ll get us some ale. It’s best not to drink the water,” he told you before his tone grew firmer. “Stay here and don’t make eye contact with anyone.”

You nodded your understanding, meeting Jacques’s eyes as he regarded you sternly.

Watching as Jacques’s broad body walked back through the tavern, you could feel the lecherous eyes of many lonely men turn upon you in his absence. Jacques had barely stepped out of sight when a large, terminally ugly man with a rancid smile moved toward your table.

“How much?” The man asked, accompanied by some other pleasantries that were unintelligible to you in his medieval dialect. Standing beside your table, he reached down pointedly to adjust the crotch of his pants.

“How dare you!” you exclaimed too loudly, fixing the man with a vehement glare. “I am not a whore.”

“Douce petite putain,” the man continued in other words you didn’t understand, but you understood that phrase. Sweet little whore.

Standing from the table, you leveled a brutal slap across the man’s cheek, knocking away his smile and sending his head jerking to the side from the force of your blow.

“I’m sure a man who has a dick as tiny and useless as yours has to hire a whore because you can’t please a woman,” you spat at the vile man as all eyes in the tavern turned to you.

Recovering from your slap, the man looked confused for a moment by your reaction. A din of laughter erupted from the other customers at the sight of the man getting so thoroughly rebuffed by a whore. Being made a spectacle instantly turned the man’s confusion into anger.

The man hissed a string of curses at you, knocking the table that sat between you aside, sending it flipping across the room, his foul breath now reaching your nose. Drawing back his hand, he swung a violent smack toward your face.

An enormous hand caught the ugly man’s wrist, stopping the swing in mid-air, inches from your skin.

With a vicious growl, Jacques yanked the man roughly toward him. Looming murderously over the other man, Jacques tightened his grip on the man’s wrist until you were sure his bones would snap.

“She’s mine,” Jacques snarled between clenched teeth, glaring ferociously at the man.

Jacques waited another heartbeat before roughly shoving the man’s hand away, knocking the man off-balance as he did.

The man was joined by several others. No doubt his friends. All preparing for a brawl.

“I was gone for two fucking minutes,” Jacques growled at you. “Two.”

You could only offer an apologetic shrug, feeling the air in the room grow heavy with the anticipation of a fight. Or worse.

“What language does the woman speak?” One man asked, concern weighing heavily in his tone.

“How did she know his dick is little and works seldom?” Another man questioned, deadly serious. “Only a witch could know such things.”

“She spoke in tongues. The devil spoke through her mouth,” a different, younger pimpled man intoned.

“Goddammit,” Jacques gritted, stepping in front of you to shield you with his massive body.

“Yes!” The original bastard rejoined the conversation. “She’s a witch! She tried to cast a spell on my dick! You all heard her!”

“A witch, say you?” A different voice asked from the entrance to the tavern. The voice commanded the attention of the other men, all of whom seemed to defer to the man who had just arrived.

The man’s question was greeted with a round of affirmation.

“I, too, am hunting a witch,” the man continued, walking through the crowd toward you and Jacques. Several other knights joined him, following him in from outside. “A witch who arrived today in the forest. Sent from the depths of hell amid a flash of blinding light.”

Peering around Jacques’s body, you watched the man approach. Dressed as a knight, he looked to be around fifty, stocky and homely, with a truly unfortunate mullet and cropped bangs. But what drew your attention foremost was a raised pink scar that ran vertically down the exact center of his face. It seemed to spit his features. His face was slightly off where his features joined on either side of the scar, one side of his face being set a millimeter or two lower than the other.

“Yes, that is indeed the witch I hunt,” the man said threateningly, grinding his teeth. His attention was not fixed on you, however, but on Jacques, whom he regarded with the foulest of glares.

“Carroughes, I thought you were dead,” Jacques greeted the other man with a sarcastic grin. “Wishful thinking, I guess.”

Carroughes drew his sword, raising it to Jacques’s throat. Jacques was woefully outnumbered, unable to take any action that wouldn’t result in your almost immediate deaths.

“I caused the problem,” you said, stepping out from behind Jacques. “He had nothing to do with it.”

“You have no idea what kind of a man you’re defending, do you?” Carroughes addressed you in perfect modern English, keeping his voice low enough to not be heard by anyone else in the tavern.

Reaching his free hand to you, Carroughes ripped your necklace off. Holding it high in front of Jacques’s face, he crushed the two beacons in his fist, watching Jacques grit his teeth while fire burned in his eyes.

“Let’s see what Lord Francois makes of the witch and her escort,” Carroughes said to you both in English, smiling evilly at the thought, before commanding his knights to capture you both and take you to the castle for an audience with his Lord.

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Hands bound, you and Jacques were marched by an armed escort to the castle. Walking first inside a towering outer wall, you passed through a beautiful outside courtyard before entering the monstrous wooden doors to the castle itself. Inside, the walls were adorned with color tapestries, more vibrantly decorated than you would have assumed.

You were fortunate enough to have your hands tied in front of you, unlike Jacques, whose hands were secured behind his back. You could see his hands turning a dangerous shade of purple by the time you reached the great hall, where you would be brought before the Lord.

While Jacques’s hands were still bound, Carroughes took the opportunity to step in front of Jacques, pugnaciously squaring face to face with the much larger man.

“I bet you never thought you’d see my face again,” Carroughes spat in Jacques’s face as he unbuckled Jacques’s sword from around his hips. “When you left me for dead with my face cut in half. On a fucking battlefield.”

“I thought you were dead,” Jacques growled, voice low to keep his strange language hidden from any locals. “You knew the risks of tripping. We landed in the middle of a battle and you panicked. You punched the wrong beacon and it split you in half. Fucked up your DNA. You can’t go back now. You’re too scrambled. You’d come back as hamburger.”

“And that’s just what you wanted, isn’t it?” Carroughes stepped forward aggressively until he stood inches from Jacques. “You wanted me out of the picture so you could go home and fuck my wife.”

“You’re fucking insane, Jean,” Jacques responded, doing his best to keep from raising his voice. “Look at your face. What the fuck do you think that split caused internally? You’re damaged. Your brain is shot to hell.”

“We’ll see who leaves this place more damaged.” Carroughes smiled in that crazed way, possessed only by the deeply deranged, revealing teeth that were misaligned from the center of his gums, askew like the rest of his face.

Reaching to Jacques’s tunic, Carroughes ripped the front laces open and fished out Jacques’s necklace with the last two remaining beacons. Carroughes lifted the leather over Jacques’s head and placed the necklace over his own, securing the beacons inside his tunic and patting a hand over them for effect.

“Now, you’ll see what it’s like to be stuck here in this medieval hell,” Carroughes said with a nasty smile. “Just like you left me. Maybe I’ll also let you see how it feels to watch me fuck your woman. Just like you did to me.”

With a vicious jerk forward, Jacques headbutted Carroughes, almost knocking him to the ground from the force of his forehead slamming into Carroughes’s nose.

“I never touched your fucking wife, you stupid bastard,” Jacques gritted, as Carroughes stumbled backward, hands flying up to grasp his bleeding nose. “And I would have taken you back if you could have survived the trip.”

“I’ll trade you, Jacques,” Carroughes said, sniffing some blood back into his nose, again tapping his chest above the necklace, eyes brimming with hatred. “The woman for the beacons. You let her burn and you watch, and I’ll give these back so that you can go home and report yet another failure.”

“The only trade I’ll make is this,” Jacques replied in the most ominous tone you had heard from him, straightening to his full height and puffing his chest out. “If you give me the beacons now, I won’t cut your fucking head off when I take them back myself.”

“This is hardly conduct befitting knights, good sirs,” a friendly voice echoed through the great hall.

Both Jacques and Carroughes jerked their heads to see a fat, jolly looking man enter the hall, accompanied by four knights serving as his personal guard.

“Lord Francois,” Carroughes fumbled, trying to regain his composure while still wiping at his bleeding nose. “This is the witch from the forest and tavern, and the man who saw fit to escort her through your lands.”

“Let us not be hasty in casting such dangerous labels, Sir Jean,” the Lord cautioned Carroughes. “And unbind this knight. He stands unaccused, and this is not how I host guests in my castle.”

With an almost pained grimace, Carroughes cut the binds on Jacques’s wrists as petulantly and roughly as possible.

“Your accent is foreign, sir…?” the Lord’s voice trailed off in a question.

“Jacques Le Gris,” Jacques replied pleasantly, rubbing some blood flow back into his wrists, conveniently ignoring the question of his origin.

“Sir Jacques,” Lord Francois continued in a tenor loud enough for everyone to hear. “Were you present during the events in question that have given rise to an allegation of witchcraft?”

“I was, my Lord,” Jacques said cautiously.

“Do you believe this woman is guilty of witchcraft?” the Lord asked. “On your honor as a knight?”

Thank God, the Lord seems to disbelieve this horseshit, Jacques thought to himself at this stroke of good luck.

“Certainly not, my Lord,” Jacques said with conviction. “I would not keep her company if I did.”

“Very good,” the Lord said, clapping his hands. “I have bigger concerns at present than petty witchcraft. Battling the English dogs foremost among them. And it has been too long since I have received new company of interest to me.”

Shaking his head angrily, Carroughes stepped forward toward the Lord.

“I saw her witchcraft myself,” Carroughes snapped. “Give her to me, my Lord. I shall get a confession from her by nightfall.”

“I, for one, have never seen a witch possessing of great beauty,” the Lord said in another attempt at dissuading the mob. “This woman does not appear a witch to me. They are haggard, wretched creatures.”

“Her actions cannot be overlooked,” Carroughes asserted with finality.

“Hold me accountable for her actions, my Lord,” Jacques said firmly, setting his jaw. “She is my wife.”

Your jaw dropped at Jacques’s statement. Luckily the Lord’s attention was fixed upon Jacques long enough for you to recover and simply fix Jacques with a side-eyed glare.

“Your wife?!” Carroughes scoffed. “The foreign knight deigns to lie to you, my Lord.”

“I shall not assume a man is lying who claims to be married to a woman accused of witchcraft,” the Lord laughed at the absurdity of it. “Even a woman as beautiful as this one.”

Grinning broadly, Jacques pulled you close to his side in an affectionate gesture, while you still tried to compose yourself into acting in the role of his wife.

“What of her speaking in tongues?” Carroughes pressed, clearly flustered.

“My wife is beautiful, indeed,” Jacques spoke confidently with a smirk. “But she is not known for the strength of her wit. You must know, my Lord, how rarely beauty accompanies intellect.”

The Lord chuckled merrily, no doubt in agreement with Jacques. You fixed Jacques with your most withering glare. And Carroughes looked as though he was unravelling at the seams.

“And her crazed outbursts?!” Carroughes asked shrilly, his fists shaking.

“Again, my Lord, I fear I am responsible for this behavior,” Jacques said, flashing a cocky grin and playing to the Lord’s good humor. “I have no doubt my Lord knows how irritable a lady becomes when a man has been absent from her bed for too long.”

“Ah, yes, the ways we husbands must toil to keep our women in good spirits,” the Lord laughed again more heartily.

“Rest assured, my Lord, I shall see to correcting her temperament myself this evening,” Jacques told the man lasciviously with a wink, immune to the murderous looks you served him.

“I demand a trial!” Carroughes exclaimed, his demeanor growing more crazed by the second as his literal witch hunt crumbled before him.

“Come now, Sir Jean,” the Lord implored, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Allow Sir Jacques to reprimand his wife this evening as he sees fit. I’m sure he shall give her a good spanking of some variety.”

“As her accuser, it is my right to demand a trial,” Carroughes persisted.

“Yes,” the Lord conceded with a frustrated sigh. “It is your right.”

“If you suggest weighing me against a duck, I’ll stab you,” you whispered to Jacques, receiving a rough pinch to your side in response.

“Since she is my wife, I choose a trial by combat. As is my right,” Jacques said with a resolve that brokered no argument. “I prefer my wife’s fate rest in my hands rather than put my faith in the opinions of clergymen.”

Considering Jacques’s assertion for only a moment, the rotund Lord clapped his hands together excitedly at the prospect.

“This is fortuitous, Sir Jacques!” he exclaimed jovially. “We are to begin a festival tomorrow that shall carry on to the day after. What better finale to end my festival than a duel between two great knights!”

Jacques smiled mirthlessly out of formality. Carroughes grinned triumphantly, thinking he had won a great victory, no doubt convinced that Jacques would be cut down by whatever knight Carroughes would choose to fight in his stead.

“Until that time,” the Lord continued, walking forward to take Jacques’s forearm in a friendly greeting. “You and your wife shall be my guests here.”

Taking Jacques’s sword from Carroughes, the Lord returned it to Jacques in a gesture that sent a message to all that you and Jacques were not to be harmed while guests at the Lord’s castle.

Watching the Lord for permission, Jacques took both your hands in his left, raising them before him. He used his sword to cut the ties on your wrists before returning his blade to its sheath. Turning his gaze then to you, Jacques lifted your hands to his lips, both still held in his single enormous left hand. No man watching could doubt that Sir Jacques was anything other than your loving husband when he placed a series of hot, lingering kisses to your knuckles, closing his eyes in relief at having saved you.

A least for now.

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Lord Francois insisted that Sir Jacques join him at the feast the Lord had planned to kick off his festival the following morning. He even insisted that the formidable knight bring his witch bride along to the evening’s festivities.

Evening found you seated at Jacques’s side at the Lord’s large banquet table reserved for his knights and honored guests, watching a mass of visitors and spectacles parade before you through the great hall. A cacophony of cheery music played throughout the hall, torchlight dancing to its tune from countless wall-mounted sconces.

Carroughes was notably absent, as though he had heard it himself when Jacques had told you of his plan to retrieve your beacons, using all possible force, and then to immediately whisk you both home.

Several glasses of wine made you less rigid in your role as Jacques’s wife. Unfortunately, the wine also made you more inclined to conversation. An activity that Jacques had specifically denied you.

Whenever you started to become too gregarious, seeking to engage in conversation, you felt the harsh squeeze of Jacques’s huge hand on your thigh, warning you to keep quiet.

“All you have to do, wife,” Jacques whispered, leaning close to your ear and stroking your thigh with his hand. “Is smile and look pretty.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but were cut off by Jacques’s thick thumb and forefinger reaching to grip your chin, pulling you into a quick, rough kiss to effectively silence your words.

“I don’t want to acquire yet another duel on your behalf, belle fille.” Jacques spoke softly when he pulled back, eyes darting down to your lips. “These lovely lips of yours part only for me until we get home. Understand?”

“And if I kill you myself before we get back?” you asked equally quiet with a feigned smile at your faux husband.

“Then do it tonight, so that I will have died in bed with a beautiful woman.” Jacques grinned at you wolfishly for a long moment before releasing his hold on your chin.

“Bold of you to assume you’ll be sharing a bed with me tonight,” you huffed, irritated by the half-smile he raised on your lips against your will.

“Eat up,” he told you by way of changing the topic and retuning to his conversation with the Lord, before adding once he knew the Lord was listening, “You’ll need your strength for later, amour.”

Lord Francois gave Jacques a nod of approval accompanied by a knowing expression as he raised his glass to cheer his new comrade. The Lord himself had a gorgeous wife seated beside him, her demeanor as demure as his was verbose.

Despite the smug bastard who was masquerading as your husband making every possible lewd joke and insinuation at your expense, you couldn’t deny that you were having the evening of your life. Enjoying excellent food and charming, albeit mildly irritating, company from a dashingly handsome man while attending a genuine medieval banquet. You found yourself wishing that you had taken him up on his offer of dinner and dancing before you had disembarked.

Jacques bid the Lord good evening early under the guise of seeing to your atonement, but not before accepting the Lord’s request of attending the first day of the tournament with the Lord himself in the morning.

One of the Lord’s pages escorted you both back to your chambers. Playing his role to perfection, Jacques held your hand affectionately as you both followed the boy through the long hallways of the castle.

At your door, Jacques held it open for you, going so far as to smack your ass playfully when you passed beside him into the room. It better have been for show, you thought with a surprising lack of malice.

Inside, flickering golden light emanating from a dozen candles illuminated your shared bedchamber. The dancing beams of firelight blended with the rays of the moon that streamed in through spacious windows, their heavy brocade drapes tied open. The room was so lavish as to make its stone walls feel warm and inviting. A blooming fire filled the room with its glow along with the soothing sounds of its crackles and sparks. Above you, a peaked cathedral ceiling rose high and elegantly. And you had never seen a bed so inviting or a canopy lifted so high by its intricately carved walnut pillars. Matching the drapes in form, the canopy, too, was tied open, draping elegantly around the pillars.

Closing the door behind him, Jacques leaned his back against it, letting out a heavy breath as he regarded you. His irises were dark as he admired you, holding your eyes with an unspoken question in his lusting gaze. You knew the way he looked at you was no act, all need for pretense now gone.

Failing to see the invitation he desired, Jacques dropped his eyes from yours. Pushing himself away from the door, he walked past you to the bed.

Without inquiring, Jacques grabbed the thinnest blanket and a single pillow from the array on the bed. You felt a pang of sympathy as you watched him walk to the fireplace where he knelt to spread his blanket across the stone floor. Lowering himself to the floor with a grunt, he laid on his back with one large arm propped behind his head. He even looked enormous while prostrate.

A feeling of guilt crept into your heart when you slipped your shoes off and settled on the large, lush bed by yourself. The emotion deepened once you were surrounded by soft down and furs that hugged your body while Jacques lay on the harsh, unforgiving stone.

“I know you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself if I tried to sleep in bed next to you,” Jacques teased, poking at you from his place on the floor. “I don’t blame you.”

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t dignify his comment with a response beyond an incredulous snort. Although, you were thankful that he was enough of an indefatigable ass to dispel your guilt so thoroughly.

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The following morning you were both escorted from your room by pages and handmaidens respectively whose duties were to help you each bathe and dress for the day. The amount of attention given to hygiene and cleanliness was a pleasant surprise that you had not anticipated, although it was apparent that this luxury was only available to the higher echelons of society.

Your handmaidens styled your hair more intricately and beautifully than you would have thought possible without a fumigation of hair products. You were fitted with a more luxurious dress in gold brocade while your blue dress was washed. When you again met your temporary husband, he too was wearing a more formal outfit. Dressed in a tunic of green and gold, complete with an emerald cloak with fur trim, he looked as regal as the most decorated knight who had ever lived.

“Your beauty is radiant this morning, cherie,” Jacques greeted you with a handsome smile, leaning down to place a chaste kiss to your cheek in full display of the pages and handmaidens.

His hand remained fixed to the small of your back as you were led through the castle and outside to the Lord’s private box in the stands overlooking the tournament grounds. You were seated in the company of the Lord himself, his wife, and a small contingent of his friends and honored guests.

Directly below your seats, a large grassy pasture served as the jousting arena. Around you and across from you, the stands were filled with cheering patrons. All around the festival grounds for as far as you could see, crowds milled and mingled. Surely, this event had to be the highlight of the year for many of these peasants who rarely received a reprieve from the daily grind of their existence.

Beside you, Jacques rested his hand on your thigh, warm and comforting, dutifully performing his role. You found it all too easy to play along, placing your hand on top of his, stroking his skin with your thumb, settling closer against his side, and returning his genuine smile with one of your own.

Jacques’s good humor was short lived.

Trumpets sounding from seemingly all around you signaled the commencement of the tournament, met with a deafening cheer from the spectators. The trumpets also marked the arrival of Carroughes, who skulked to Lord Francois’s opposite side, leering at you and Jacques with beady eyes as he took his seat.

Jacques forced a half-smile at his nemesis, but his eyes remained murderous.

By way of a reply, Carroughes returned the sarcastic smile. He again patted his chest where the beacons were hidden beneath his tunic, reminding Jacques of his offer to return the beacons in exchange for Jacques watching you burn.

Just to twist the knife for Carroughes, you leaned close to Jacques, pressing your breasts against his arm as you kissed his cheek. Like any good wife would dote on her handsome husband.

“I can’t wait to watch you rip his fucking head off, Jacques,” you whispered. Teasing your lips over the shell of his ear, you felt his hand grip your thigh more tightly in response, sliding slightly higher toward the apex of your thighs.

“You’ll get to see the man whom you shall fight tomorrow, Le Gris,” Carroughes sneered with a smarmy smile. “The knight I have named as my champion.”

“I pity any man who must name another man as his champion. A man who lacks the courage and virility to fight for himself,” Jacques replied coolly. “I wonder how satisfied your own wife is, Carroughes.”

Carroughes flushed beat red at Jacques’s words, accentuating a thick vein that pulsed angrily in his forehead.

“Ah, here he rides now,” Lord Francois interjected cheerily, pointing down the field where a mounted knight had just entered. “Sir Gregor.”

Dressed in a blue tunic and armor, the knight rode a prancing white horse, sitting large and tall in the saddle. Very tall. The man had to be at least six-foot-six, if not larger. The knight held his helmet under his arm as he waved to the crowd, welcomed by cheers and whistles, clearly a favorite. He appeared to be in his twenties and undoubtedly in peak physical condition.

An uneasy knot began twisting in the pit of your stomach at the sight of the man who would be Jacques’s opponent. Younger, taller, and undeniably more highly trained and practiced than Jacques. You found yourself squeezing Jacques’s hand more tightly, so much so that Jacques released his hold on your thigh in favor of taking your hand in his, comforting you with his touch.

Carroughes looked at Jacques with a shit-eating grin as the knight donned his helmet.

Ignoring Carroughes’s puerile attempts at unsettling him, Jacques watched the blue knight closely, studying his opponent.

Sir Gregor appeared daunting indeed, and very aware of his own skill and size. The blue knight was cocky and overconfident, traits Jacques knew well himself. He, too, was used to being the biggest and baddest man around. Fortunately, Jacques was now seasoned enough, as he closed in on forty, to know that exuberant confidence was also a weakness that could be exploited. Sir Gregor would surely underestimate Jacques, which Jacques hoped to hell would give him enough of an edge to win.

Throughout the day, you watched as Sir Gregor won every event almost effortlessly, removing his helmet and smiling brightly after every victorious melee and joust. Jacques watched the man with the focus of a hunting dog on point, learning everything he could about the knight’s movement, fighting style, and potential weaknesses, of which there were dismally few.

Jacques also watched closely for any opportunity he could use to get the beacons back from Carroughes, by any means necessary. Carroughes did not allow such an opening to present itself. Jacques had known Carroughes for years and had worked closely with him at the facility. Carroughes was a military man, himself; a formidable opponent. Even before he became insane and paranoid from the damage he sustained trying use the wrong beacon. Now, he was unpredictable and all the more dangerous.

As the shadows grew long, the blue knight remained undefeated at the end of the tournament.

Lord Francois again hosted you both with his party at another great banquet in his hall for the evening. Sir Gregor was in attendance, giving you and Jacques the opportunity to literally size the man up. He moved with the bearing and confidence of a star athlete. The blue knight was somehow even larger in person, standing several inches taller than Jacques. However, Jacques’s shoulders were markedly wider, his chest broader, his hands more enormous, and his build more powerful. Compared to the two great men, all others looked lilliputian and wholly insignificant by comparison.

Carroughes stayed close to the knight, ingratiating himself and smarming up to him like a mongrel dog. He was also shrewd enough not to offer Jacques an opportunity to retrieve the beacons.

Jacques used you as an excuse to leave the banquet early, in his lascivious manner that made you wish your hands were large enough to wrap around his thick neck and strangle him on the spot.

“I fear my wife is nervous this evening, my Lord,” Jacques announced from his seat at the table, projecting his booming voice throughout the hall. Standing from the table, Jacques pulled you up with him and into his arms flush against his body, and continued speaking over the top of your head. “I’ll do my best to exhaust her tonight so as to prevent any hysterics from her tomorrow.”

“Very wise, Sir Jacques,” the Lord replied with a boisterous laugh. “I hope she serves you well this evening, that you may have good fortune tomorrow.”

Allowing Jacques to lead you through the hall held tight to his side, you smiled up at him, camouflaging the annoyance in your voice.

“Is your plan to get me to kill you tonight so you don’t have to go through with the duel tomorrow?” you asked through your fake smile.

“Are you not going to give me a proper send off for what might be my last night on earth?” Jacques asked, skimming his hand down to your ass as you walked through the crowd, then letting it fall away from your body when you exited the great room into the hallway.

“You’re not going to die tomorrow. Don’t be ridiculous,” you said as you walked toward your shared room. Despite the way Jacques made you fantasize about punching him in the throat on occasion, you found yourself wishing he had kept his large, warm hand on your body.

“What if I requested one last meal, cherie?” Jacques flashed you his most debauched grin. “My favorite delicacy?”

“Honestly, you just ate more than any three men I’ve ever seen. How could you still be hungry?” you asked before his words sunk in. When you took his true meaning, you responded with a backhanded smack to his stomach.

Jacques’s grin only widened when regarded you. Reaching the door to your bedchamber, he opened it for you and followed you inside.

“So, you would deny me a last meal,” he said huskily, reaching to unlace the ties at the throat of his tunic. Taking a step toward you, he held out his hand to you. “But perhaps, you would do me the honor of a dance.”

Rolling your eyes only slightly, you ineffectively tried to hold back your smile as you placed your hand in his.

Jacques pulled you into his arms, looking down at you affectionately, as he began to dance with you.

Firelight from the fireplace danced across the angular planes of Jacques’s face. He looked unbearably handsome in the dim glow with oranges and yellows reflecting in the amber depths of his eyes.

“When we return, will you then allow me to take you out for a proper evening?” he asked you, taking your breath away with a powerful spin.

“Do you think you can do better than playing grab-ass with me at a medieval banquet?” you teased in return, knowing you would never decline his offer.  

“Maybe I’ll surprise you and try my hand at being a gentleman instead.” His voice rumbled in his chest as he held you tighter, swaying with you in his arms to a silent melody.

“Maybe I’d like that.” Smiling up at him, you allowed your hand to trail from where it rested on his shoulder to the back of his neck, beneath his thick hair.

Jacques danced with you until the moon had risen high outside your window. You could have happily stayed in his arms until the sun rose in its place.

Using his body pressing against yours, Jacques backed you to the bed. Your breath caught in your throat when the backs of your legs collided with the mattress. Jacques leaned over your body, forcing your back down onto the mattress as he dipped low. Your eyes fell shut in anticipation until you felt him grab a pillow from behind you and remove his body from over yours.

Jacques flashed you a mischievous smirk as he pushed himself back to his feet, pillow in hand, before turning to walk back to the fireplace. Groaning dramatically for effect, he resumed his place on the floor to sleep for the night.

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Morning came all too early. You had barely slept, racked with nerves. You hoped that Jacques had fared better sleeping on the stone floor than you had in the feathery bed, tossing and turning, fighting nightmares, throughout the night.

You woke to the sound of the handmaids entering to bathe and dress you.  Instantly, you were stressed and angry, and no amount of preening and pampering could put you at ease.

Once the pages and handmaidens had their way with you and Jacques, you were both escorted to a hearty breakfast in the great hall. Lord Francois was there with his wife, seated in the company of Carroughes, Sir Gregor, and a number of other knights.

You could not imagine how Jacques could eat before such an event, watching in dismay as the large man cleaned several plates.

Once breakfast was finished by all, Carroughes made a point of speaking to Sir Gregor. He made a loud open offer to pay the blue knight handsomely if he were to kill Jacques in the tournament, instead of merely winning. Such was within the rules of combat and the knight was all too happy to accept.

Jacques rose aggressively from his seat, ready to lunge across the table at the mullet-bearing man.

The Lord stood as well, waving his arms in an effort to quell the tempers of the other men.

“Come now, good sirs, let us save this for the tournament grounds,” he said pleasantly.

Jacques seethed, his jaw and fists clenching as he tried to contain his rage. You saw Carroughes smile. He was hoping to provoke Jacques right now, allowing for the other men to join in the fray, ganging up on him to cut him down.

Pushing to your feet, you grabbed Jacques’s arm, bringing his attention to you.

“I wish to have some more time alone with my husband before this stupidity commences,” you commanded, before casting a venomous glare to Carroughes. “A luxury I’m sure no woman would willingly offer a man as repulsive as yourself.”

Taking Jacques’s hand, you pulled him with you away from the Lord’s table as the other men watched with lewd smiles.

You felt your own temper rising, stressed and worried about the outcome of the duel. You were no calmer by the time you had returned to your bedchamber.

“This isn’t fair, Jacques,” you almost shouted as you slammed the door. “You shouldn’t have to do this.”

“Since when did fairness enter into it?” He asked heatedly, his own anger still flared from breakfast.

“Let’s just leave now. We know the castle well enough to sneak out and get away.” You knew you were panicking, the reality that Jacques might get seriously injured or killed finally seeping in.

“If we leave the castle, we’ll never get back in. Which means, I’ll never get the chance to get our makers back from Carroughes,” Jacques said, shaking his head. “We’d be stuck here.”

“You can’t be serious,” you huffed incredulously, placing your hands on your hips. “You’re not actually going to go through with this are you?”

“Care to tell me what fucking choice I have?” He replied in a clipped tone, allowing the stress he felt himself to boil to the surface of his demeanor.

“Let me talk to the Lord. I’ll clear it up,” you said confidently, trying to keep your own voice from rising and getting embroiled in an argument with the infuriating man.

“Please, wife, for the love of fucking god, keep your mouth shut.” He shook his head in exasperation. “You’ll have us both beheaded by the end of the day.”

“This is completely insane!” You punctuated your exclamation with an angry stomp.

Watching your display, Jacques took a deep breath to calm himself. The last thing he needed was to lose his temper now with you when he needed to mentally fortify himself for the duel.

“Even if you are a witch, which I’m pretty damn sure you are, if you burn at the stake on my watch, I’ll get written up,” he told you with a smirk, trying to lighten both your moods. “Lots of paperwork.”

“Do tell, Jacques? How many medieval duels have you won? Is jousting part of PhD programs these days?” You took a confrontational step toward him, raising your chin defiantly. “You’re a glorified academic who happens to look the part of a knight.”

“We both know how much you like the way I look,” he replied, baring his teeth wolfishly, choosing to find your derision amusing instead of letting it frustrate him further. “You know I was in the military, right? Before I was just a glorified academic. French Special Forces. Commandement des Opérations Spéciales.”

“How long ago? Twenty years?” you said sourly, entirely un-comforted by the thought. “I feel so much better.”

“All I have to do is knock the other guy off his horse with a stick.” That smug grin of his returned with his words. “How hard can it be?”

“Oh, this is just wonderful,” you said bitterly, immune to his attempts to make you smile. “My life is in the hands of a grinning jackass.”

“Better give me a kiss for good luck, then,” he said, dropping his voice an octave and taking a step closer to you until only inches separated your bodies.

Your only response was to tilt your chin up higher, fixing him squarely with a wilting glare.

“No?” His smirk returned. Chewing his lip as he looked down at you, his eyes shone with amusement and something darker. “Perhaps you’ll reward your brave, dashing husband properly when I return from battling in your honor. Milady.”

“Perhaps I’ll kill you myself if the other knight fails and choose burning at the stake over enduring more of your reckless idiocy,” you said icily, narrowing your eyes at him.

Laughing heartily at your encouragement, Jacques backed away from you. Meeting your eyes, he bowed gallantly in a sarcastic display before moving to the door. Pulling it open, he paused before walking through it, his eyes flitting back to you for a moment as if to see if your gaze would soften, before stepping through and slamming the door behind him.

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An ebullient page of around fifteen escorted Jacques through the tournament grounds, weaving between the bustling crowd. Gesturing animatedly, he chattered too fast for Jacques to follow about the happenings of the tournament. On two sides of the grassy field of the jousting paddock, the stands were filled with noisy, boisterous onlookers.

Passing the field, the page led him into an area littered with tents. They were each small and colored with bold hues and striped designs, each tipped with a matching pennant. Other squires and pages busied themselves rushing from place to place, armor and weapons in hand, readying their knights for the tournament.

Arriving at a tent of crimson and gold, the page held the flap aside for Jacques to pass through. Inside, a set of armor lay in pieces on a cloth tarp on the ground.

Without a word, the page began pulling at the fastening on Jacques’s trousers, moving to undress him, as was his duty.

“I can handle this part myself,” Jacques grumbled, shooing the boy away.

Stripping away his clothing, Jacques motioned the boy forward when he stood in only his linen undershirt and leggings.

The boy began to dress him, slapping at Jacques’s large hands when he moved to assist or dress himself. The boy was as irritated at Jacques’s continued attempts as though he was standing in a swarm of mosquitoes, and he persisted to smack Jacques’s hands out of the way accordingly.

First, was a pair of thick felt leggings and matching undershirt. Jacques raised and swung his arms, bending his elbows, to test his range of motion. The stiff material made it difficult, rendering his movements slow and cumbersome. He could already feel a sheen of sweat rising on his body from the heavy fabric.

Christ, they haven’t even gotten to the armor, he thought bitterly.

Next, came a heavy chain mail tunic, unceremoniously draped over Jacques’s head. The page seemed unconcerned when the ends of Jacques’s hair caught in the links of metal that covered his shoulders.

Cursing under his breath, Jacques set about freeing his hair while the page began fastening plates of metal to his calves, knees, and thighs.

When the page lifted the breastplate to buckle it in place over Jacques’s chest, he frowned, moving it back and forth as he tried to position it.

“The plate is not wide enough for you, Sir,” the page said, pursing his lips. “Be mindful of the sides where you will be bare of armor.”

“Beautiful,” Jacques laughed mirthlessly.

Pausing in his task, the page looked at Jacques quizzically at his choice of words, before shaking his head and dismissing Jacques as being clearly simple-minded and confused.

Jacques felt increasingly burdened and clumsy as each additional piece of metal was added and fixed into place. And hot. Fuck, he was hot. The metal acted like hot plates over the thick felt undergarments. Sweat was already dripping into his eyes and plastering his hair to his scalp.

Poking Jacques in the stomach to regain his attention, the page held out a pair of armored gloves for Jacques to pull on.

Finally, the piece that Jacques was most eager for. His broadsword was belted tightly into place around his hips. The page drew his sword and re-sheathed it twice to check for any hitches before it met with his approval.

After a few more minutes of fussing over him, the page finished and stood back to admire his work. Not bothering to ask his incompetent knight to approve of his ensemble, the page merely nodded to himself in validation.

The page then retrieved a chainmail cowl of sorts. Reaching to the front of Jacques’s collar, he tugged, gesturing for Jacques to bend forward as though he was dealing with a recalcitrant horse.

When Jacques bent forward, the page pulled the chainmail cowl over his head and made his best effort at tucking Jacques’s hair inside of it. It fit like a ski mask with an open face, covering the top of Jacques’s head and his throat.

The final piece was the helmet. Placing the helmet on Jacques’s head, the page slammed the visor down into place, plunging Jacques into darkness.

Jacques could see nothing other than what was straight ahead of him, the small horizontal eye slit impeding his vision to a shocking degree. His breath was hot on his own face, steaming his skin inside the helmet.

Approving that the helmet was correctly positioned, the page lifted the visor, giving Jacques a few more minutes of unobscured vision.

Now that he was completely armored, Jacques tested his movements again, finding them cloddish and labored. How the fuck was he supposed to fight wearing this horseshit?

With a dramatically belabored sigh, the page commanded Jacques’s attention, gesturing for him to exit the tent.

Outside, a horse stood waiting impatiently for its rider. Another boy held the reins of the enormous armored beast. The black animal was the size of a draft horse, as tall at the shoulders as Jacques and with hooves larger than his head. It danced in place and pawed the ground in anticipation of going to battle, snorting and huffing with excitement. The horse eyed Jacques as skeptically as the pages when he lumbered forward.

Jacques had ridden before, of course. But he had never ridden a horse as enormous as this one. And he had no fucking idea how to climb onto it in his immobilizing suit of armor. He hoped the page would bring him a step to mount the horse. Instead, the page only shoved him lightly forward toward the animal.

Walking ponderously to the horse, Jacques reached his hand up to the pommel of the saddle and raised his foot into the stirrup. With a grunt, he hoisted himself up into the saddle, grateful that it was cinched tight around the horse. In an attempt to be helpful, the page pushed Jacques up into the saddle, shoving him roughly upward with his hands on Jacques’s ass.

Jacques landed heavily in the saddle with a metal clang as his helmet visor snapped shut over his face from his ungainly motion. Several pieces of his hair caught trapped in the hinge of the visor, making him grimace. He figured he might as well leave the fucking helmet closed at this point anyway.

A trumpet sounded in the distance, signaling the call to arms for Jacques and his opponent.

With an excited smile, the page led Jacques’s horse toward the tournament field as a stinging drop of salty sweat rolled down into Jacques’s eye.

Through the narrow slit in his helmet, Jacques scanned the crowd seated in the stands above him. He assumed you had been brought out to watch his duel and he tried valiantly to spot you, wanting to know you watched him as he rode out to fight in your honor. You might be a stubborn pain in his ass, but for reasons he didn’t have long enough to ponder, he felt himself compelled not only to win but to impress you while doing so.

He had no way of knowing that you were indeed watching from the stands, seated at the Lord’s side. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw Jacques being led onto the field riding the largest blackest horse you had ever seen. A huge unruly animal befitting the huge unruly man himself. You tried not to be nervous, telling yourself over and over and over that everything would be fine, as if repeating that mantra would make it true. Still, your nails dug into your palms and your teeth bit into your cheek when the trumpets rang again.

Jacques’s horse spun in place and bucked excitedly at the sound, knocking him forward in the saddle. Yanking the reins harshly, Jacques tried to bring the horse under control, as the page attempted to hand him his lance. Jacques fumbled several times to take the obnoxiously long striped weapon, trying to position it properly across his body, aiming out, ahead, and to his left.

Across the field, his giant blue-clad opponent sat calmly and balanced on his own white horse, no doubt having a nice laugh at Jacques.

More fucking trumpets.

“Go, Sir!” The page yelled, from seemingly far away on the ground.

The enemy knight spurred his horse forward toward Jacques, as Jacques still tried to rein his own mount down the center of the field.

“Go!” The page shouted again. Eminently helpful, the boy landed a hard smack to the horse’s ass, sending the animal charging ahead while Jacques struggled to keep his seat.

The slotted view of Jacques’s world bounced wildly in front of him. It was almost impossible to focus on his oncoming target, let alone aim his lance. His own panting breaths and the cadence of thundering hooves marked every galloped stride closer toward his opponent.

At the moment of impact, Jacques saw the helmet of his enemy, one of those with the pointy snouts. His lance recoiled violently in his grip, slamming painfully into the crook of his right arm. A simultaneous blow to his left shoulder knocked him back in his saddle, accompanied by the crack of splintering wood. Somehow, Jacques kept his seat and his hold on the grip of the broken lance.

From your spot in the stands, you sat on the literal edge of your seat. Every muscle in your body tensed when the men collided, each breaking a lance on the other’s body. The dull sound of the impact and the snapping of the wooden lances carried to your ears across the field. You didn’t know how anyone could sustain such a blow and keep going.

Jacques had a few moments to catch his breath as his horse trotted back down to his end of the field for the second round. Just long enough for the stabbing pain in his shoulder to set in. He didn’t think anything was broken, but fuck he took a hard blow, the pain from it searing from his shoulder into his chest and down his arm. And he still felt as though he was roasting in his armor, while his eyes burned and blurred from the sweat that ran unchecked into them. He cursed himself for being one of those idiots who, prior to today, had romanticized this fucking sport and the chivalry of it all.

Arriving back at his starting point, Jacques tossed the hilt of his broken lance aside. His page was ready with a second lance, shoving it into Jacques’s hand. It was easier to position this time since his horse was better behaved after having a good run.

Jacques dropped his new lance into the same position across his left arm when his page squealed with alarm, pointing urgently down the field.

Looking ahead, Jacques saw the blue knight already charging full speed toward him. Humiliated and enraged, the bastard hadn’t waited for the signal to charge, hoping to catch Jacques off guard.

Growling inside his oven of a helmet, Jacques spurred his horse ahead. The animal lunged forward into a gallop, knowing to hug the centerline of the field as he barreled toward his opponent.

It was harder for Jacques to keep his lance leveled this time, having to fight the urge to flinch or veer away from the immense pain he now knew was forthcoming.

Glaring through his visor, he leaned into his attack, wishing he could just run the bastard through.

An explosion of wooden splinters and the clang of metal rang in Jacques’s ears, deafening inside his helmet. The accompanying blow that hit him square in his massive chest sent pain shooting through his body. Thrown backwards violently, his prominent nose hit the front of his helmet as his breath was knocked from his lungs. Ominous black spots inked the edges of his vision, threatening to pull him under their black veil, as he toppled sideways off his horse.

The ground rushed up at him as if from miles below, knocking any remaining wind from him with his forceful impact. In a stroke of macabre luck, the collision also sobered him from his impending blackout.

Laying flat on his back, Jacques struggled for breath that was slow to return to his aching lungs. His chest burned with harrowing pain and he vaguely wondered if he had broken ribs or even a punctured lung. Blood drained from his nose down his cheeks and into his mouth as he gasped for air.

The sound of screams, or were they cheers, from the stands and the drum of galloping hoofbeats roused him from his stupor.

Jacques’s enemy charged at him again, kicking his horse vehemently. He didn’t hold a lance now, seeking to trample Jacques where he lay on the ground.

Adrenaline rushed through Jacques’s veins, invigorating him into action. He tried to sit up, to rise from the ground, but his fucking armor prevented it, weighing him down and pinning him to the ground. Rolling to his hands and knees, he shoved himself roughly to his feet with a pained grunt.

The knight was only yards away now, bearing down upon Jacques with deadly speed.

Through the agonizing haze of pain, Jacques realized that he still held the grip of his lance in his right hand. A foot or so of the pole extended out from the hilt until it ended in splinters where he had broken it against his opponent.

Jacques took the only chance he had.

Rearing his right arm back, Jacques threw what remained of his lance with all his strength at the head of the other man. Watching the lance spin through the air toward its target, Jacques thanked all those nights he’d spent in bars trying to pick up girls and instead settling for throwing darts.

The lance brutally struck the knight right in the slot of his helmet. His head jerked backward from the impact, a dull thud resounding from the metal of his helmet being knocked roughly into his face.

Jacques dodged to the side of the charging horse, rolling across the grass, as the other man fell backwards off his mount.

Pushing again to his feet with a snarl, Jacques drew his sword. He’d extend the bastard the same courtesy he’d allowed Jacques. None.

Watching from the stands, you jumped from your seat when Jacques rose to his feet a second time and you saw the sunlight glint off the steel of his drawn sword. You yelled his name and cheered like a fan at the Super Bowl in a manner decidedly unfit for a medieval Lady. You hoped he’d kill the other man. You wanted to see his blood stain the grass red.

Jacques lunged at his enemy, like a ravening beast unleashed from his cage.

The blue knight moved fast. Rolling to his feet and pulling his sword in a fluid, practiced motion. He was much more agile in his armor than Jacques.

Both blades met with an angry metal clang when the knight blocked Jacques’s sideways swing.

The blow reverberated through Jacques’s hand from the force of it. He grinned with malicious satisfaction when he saw his enemy knocked off balance from the violence of Jacques’s strike.

Recovering quickly, the other man easily parried Jacques’s next stabbing attack, circling around Jacques like a boxer in a ring.

Jacques didn’t slow his onslaught. Raging against the blue knight with all of his formidable strength and anger, Jacques leveled strike after strike. Jacques was stronger and more powerful than Sir Gregor, but outmatched by the opposing knight in size, and he was very clearly not as skilled in sword play, lacking years of daily training and battle. Jacques was unused to facing men larger than himself whose superior reach easily deflected his crushing blows.

His right arm was tiring after delivering two solid blows with lances and now doing the lion’s share of swinging his heavy sword. Every breath was excruciating inside his battered chest. He knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer and when his fatigued muscles gave his enemy an opening, the fight would be over.

Jacques had never fought a duel over a woman before, but he had fought and won his fair share of fist fights over the fairer sex. His lips curled into a grin at the thought, allowing more blood from his nose to seep into his mouth.

Raising his sword high, Jacques swung it downward toward his opponent’s head in a strike that he knew the man would block but would bring their bodies close together.

As the two blades connected, Jacques released his left hand from the hilt of his sword, drawing it back to land a devastating punch to the blue knight’s helmet over his temple.

The enemy knight’s body jolted from the impact, swaying dazed on his feet.

Jacques grabbed the collar of the knight’s breastplate as he staggered, yanking him toward Jacques to meet a vicious headbutt, slamming the metal of the man’s own helmet into his forehead. Jacques had never been more thankful for being such a hardheaded sonofabitch when he knocked his enemy out cold on his feet with the force of his blow.

Releasing his hold on the man’s collar, Jacques watched in satisfaction as the tall man’s body tipped backward onto the ground with a thud.

A thunderous roar erupted from the crowd amid a sea of clapping hands. People stood up from their seats in the stands to cheer Jacques’s victory.

You were loudest among them.

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Jacques was the man of the hour at the feast that evening. Lord Francois commenced the celebration by announcing that God had judged you innocent of witchcraft through your husband’s victory and that the mighty knight and his lovely wife were to be honored and celebrated.

It was quite an impressive feat that Jacques didn’t tip over from downing glass after glass of wine as men cheered in his honor. He was effusive and affable, laughing easily and keeping you close to his side. He was also more affectionate to you as he played his role, a hand always on you. You knew he was proud, as he should be. He also had to be relieved to have fared so well against an undefeated opponent and, of course, to have saved you from your fate as a witch.

The combination of the wine and his relief lowered his guard for the evening, and you wondered if his hearty laugh and easy affection were what a genuine wife would receive from the man on a daily basis. The thought warmed you to the core.

One almost wouldn’t know that Jacques had taken such a beating today in the tournament. He never uttered a whine or a complaint. However, his pain was revealed by his stiff, slowed movements and in the occasional wince and grimace that crossed his handsome face.

Even Sir Gregor was in good spirits, raising his glass to the only man who had ever bested him. It was only a tournament to him after all, blissfully unaware of the higher stakes at play.

The only man in the room wearing a bitter scowl was Carroughes, who still maintained his proximity to the blue knight and the Lord. You couldn’t resist doing your small part to make his night even worse.

“My husband doesn’t disappoint, does he Carroughes?” you asked him from across the table. “I doubt your wife could say the same about you.”

Seeing Carroughes squint at you, unable to retort, Jacques took your hand, bringing it to his lips.

“I’m starting to like that mouth of yours after all, belle fille,” he murmured against your skin before placing a hot kiss to the back of your hand.

Turning your hand in his hold, you stroked his cheek tenderly, enjoying the way his eyes closed in response to your touch. 

A final round of cheers echoed off the stone walls of the cavernous hall when Jacques rose with you to retreat to your room.

Walking back to your shared room, Jacques slung his heavy arm across your shoulders. It was not a romantic gesture, but one of jovial camaraderie. Despite his confident swagger, you could feel how stiff and pained his movements were when his body was pressed close to your side. You marveled at how the man was able to keep such good humor, despite being in significant pain.

“Aren’t you going to tell me how good I looked out there today?” He asked, his voice still as booming and proud as it had been in the dining hall.

“Do you mean how good you looked when you were falling head over ass off your horse?” You teased back, bumping him with your shoulder.

“You’re hard to please,” he said, turning to grin down at you. “Tell me, how many other men have fought and won duels in your honor? How many other men have defeated another man in hand-to-hand combat, all for you?”

Arriving at the door to your bedchamber, Jacques opened it for you, grinning at the way you rolled your eyes playfully at him as you walked inside.

A large wooden tub had been placed in your room. Water steamed in its basin, heated by a pan of coals beneath it. Linen sheets lined the tub, protecting its occupant from splinters.

Groaning deeply in pleasure at the sight and the thought of a hot bath on his aching muscles, Jacques stepped past you toward the tub.

“I’ll be a gentleman and ask if you want to go first,” he said to you over his shoulder, as he admired the tub.

“I bathed before the feast,” you said, declining his offer.

Unconcerned by your presence, he began unlacing the throat of his tunic and stepping out of his boots, before turning to face you.

“Care to join me?” He asked, winking at you suggestively.

“Are you really just going to strip with me standing right here?” You ignored his question, raising a condescending eyebrow at him.

“You can pretend you don’t like it,” he said with a grin as he peeled his tunic and undershirt off together over his head.

You were prepared to make a witty comeback, but the sight of his bare torso took your breath away. It wasn’t the impressive breath of his chest nor his dense, heavily sculpted muscles. His gorgeous body was brutalized with a heartbreaking battery of lacerations and contusions he sustained in the duel.

An angry shade of purple stained the majority of the pale skin on his chest. The bruise spread like watercolor across a canvas from a nearly black starburst center point where the second lance had struck him squarely, and red tinged its edges. His left shoulder was painted with his injuries as well, darkly bruised with a patch of torn skin on the point of his shoulder where the first lance had taken some flesh with its impact.

“My god, Jacques. That looks horrible,” you told him apologetically, taking an unconscious step toward him.

“Don’t worry. It feels worse than it looks,” he assured you, barely joking.

Reaching to his trousers, he began undoing them. His eyes crinkled around the edges in delight when your gaze followed his hands and the lines forming a vee down from his hips.

“Turn around if you don’t want to see what you’re missing out on,” he said cockily, hooking his thumbs in his waistband, preparing to shove his pants down. “Or feel free to feast your eyes. Suit yourself.”

Placing your hands on your hips with a sigh, you turned your back to him. You waited until you heard him undress completely and lower himself into the water with a painful grunt.

“Finally, something that feels good,” he sighed heavily, relaxing back in the tub. “I don’t suppose you’d give your chivalrous husband a shoulder rub?”

“The temptation to drown you might be too great for me to resist,” you replied with a laugh at his antics.

Leaning his head back against the rim of the tub, he grinned at you warmly, his eyes softer than usual and devoid of their teasing edge. His knees protruded from the tub, his long legs bent to allow him to recline.

Walking to the window, you perched yourself on its stone windowsill, looking out over the moonlit landscape.

“Do you think we’ll get out of here, Jacques?” You tried to keep your tone light, not wanting to damper the evening.

“Of course we will, cherie,” Jacques assured you confidently. “I promised to take you out to a nice dinner when we get back, didn’t I?”

Looking over at him, you smiled at his good humor, despite having to feel awful himself. As you watched, he slid further down in the tub, dipping his head beneath the water to wet his hair. When he rose again, he reached his hands up to lather soap into his hair, wincing in pain and grunting with his sore movements.

Pushing yourself away from the windowsill, you walked to the back of the tub behind him. He craned his head to look up at you, inquiring as to your purpose with raised eyebrows.

With a sigh, you lowered yourself to your knees behind him, reaching to take the soap from his hand.

“Just let me wash your damn hair before all your grunting and whining makes people think you’re getting lucky in here,�� you said as you pushed his hands away and began scrubbing soap into his dense forest of hair.

“Fuck, as good as that feels, I might groan even more,” he sighed contentedly at your touch and the feeling of your nails raking along his scalp as you massaged the soap in deeply.

It took two washes to cleanse his long hair of the sweat, dirt, and blood from the day. You found you didn’t mind the task, enjoying the sensation of running and twisting your fingers through his mane. You took the time to work out a few tangles and scratch your nails along his neck when you finished washing his hair.

Letting your hands linger on his thick neck, you rubbed his knotted muscles soothingly. He let out a rumbling groan, so rich that it was closer to a purr, leaning into your touch like a giant cat wanting more.

You were happy to give it to him, relishing the feel of his rigid muscles under your hands. Kneading your way down his neck to his shoulders, you applied more force, doing your best to massage the soreness from his body.

“You were worried about me today, weren’t you?” He was grinning smugly again, looking down toward the water while you rubbed his shoulders. “Afraid you might become a widow?”

At his words, you let your left hand slip down to the point of his left shoulder, digging your fingers roughly into his painful bruise. His pained winced and grunted response brought a mischievous smile to your own lips.

“I’m not entirely displeased that you didn’t die, if that’s what you’re asking,” you conceded, returning your hands to their soothing task.

Laughing softly at the small bone you threw him, Jacques reached his right hand up to take yours, pulling it forward to his lips. His breath was hot on your skin and his goatee scratched you lightly as he placed a kiss to your palm. Tracing his lips higher, he bestowed another hot, lingering kiss to the inside of your wrist. The simple chaste gesture sent a rash of goosebumps streaking up your arm and spurred your heart to race in your chest.

Jacques let his lips rest against your skin, nuzzling into you for several long moments before releasing your hand. When he relaxed more fully afterwards, you thought he might fall asleep in the bath as you resumed massaging his broad shoulders.

A disgruntled sigh admonished you when you removed your hands from him and rose to your feet. You again turned your back while he stood from the tub and dried himself.

Dressed only in his linen leggings that acted like long-johns, he informed you when it was safe for you to turn around.

Undressing down to your shift yourself, you took a seat on the bed. You watched as Jacques unrolled his blanket on the stone floor, preparing again to lay down to sleep in front of the fireplace away from you.

“You’ll be even more sore tomorrow if you sleep on the floor,” you said, pretending that was the reason you offered, “You can sleep in the bed tonight. If you want.”

Jacques paused in his task of laying his blanket down, looking at you for a moment, frozen by your words. Straightening slowly, he stalked to the bed, watching you to make sure you wouldn’t change your mind even as you scooted to the far side to make room for him.

A pained grimace twisted his features when he lowered himself to the bed, collapsing down heavily onto his back with a sigh. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm the pain.

You lay on your side next to him, propped up on an elbow to appraise his painful body.

“It’s nothing,” he assured you, seeing your concern as you appraised his bruises more closely.

“It’s not nothing,” you replied, shaking your head. You laid a hand on his purple chest, feeling it hot with inflammation under your palm. “These are severe enough to be actual injuries. You’re more than just banged up.”

“It’s only a flesh wound,” he joked at first before giving you a genuine smile as he placed his huge hand over yours, pinning it against his chest. “You’re worth it.”

Moving closer to him, Jacques raised his arm, letting you press your body against his side. Wrapping his arm around you, he rubbed his hand softly along your skin, skimming his fingertips across your curves.

You tentatively lowered your lips to his bruised chest, placing gentle kisses on his heated skin. Raising your head to look at him, you met his warm smile with your own. His plush, slightly parted lips were too inviting to resist.

Bringing your lips to his, you kissed him with all the passion you had kept restrained for so many days in his presence. Jacques’s hand smoothed up your back, coming to rest at the nape of your neck, while his lips caressed yours and his tongue made you shiver.

The feeling of his lips was pleasant enough alone for a whimper to escape from your throat, feeling your body melt against him. It was your turn to don a smug grin when you pulled back to look down at him.

“Earlier, you said that you wanted me to reward you properly after your victory.” As you spoke, you edged your leg up across his hips, feeling his cock already beginning to harden.

“I don’t want you as a reward, cherie,” he told you, pulling you back down to meet his lips by his hand at your neck.

“You know very well that’s not the real reason I’m kissing you,” you whispered against his lips.

“Then tell me what is,” he persisted, teasing your lower lip between his teeth. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you.” You emphasized your statement with another kiss. “I want you, you pompous bastard.”

Growling in pleasure at your sentiment, he pulled you closer against him. His hand at your neck traveled down your body, over your hips. Bunching the fabric of your shift in his grip, he began pushing it up.

Without waiting for him to push it higher, you raised yourself up enough to pull it off over your head and throw it aside, revealing your bare body to him.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said hoarsely, taking in the sight of you before you draped your body back over his, laying across his expansive chest.

Kissing him now with more fervor, you ran your hand down his body. Tracing the lines that framed his hips, you followed them down to the waistband of his pants.

Shoving your hand inside his linen trousers, you gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his enormous erection. Your reaction brought a smirk to his lips.

Jacques was huge everywhere and his cock matched his tremendous body. Imposingly thick and long, with a delicious upward curve. You traced a finger along one of the thick veins that snaked his length, up along the underside of his velvety tip.

“Think you can handle me?” He teased, grinding his hips up in response to your touch.

“There’s nothing about you that I can’t handle,” you assured him, gripping as far around his cock as you could and giving him a good pump with your fist.

Jacques’s body tensed excitedly at the feel of you, which turned immediately to a pained wince from flexing his abused muscles.

“Of course, you wait until I feel like I’ve been hit by a fucking truck to put the moves on me,” he said as he huffed a painful laugh.

“If you’re not interested, just say so, handsome,” you challenged, continuing to stroke his cock.

Grinning wolfishly up at you, Jacques rolled with you, bringing your body beneath his, caged inside his arms.

“I didn’t say anything like that, ma belle fille,” he said, looking ravenously down at you. “I feel better already. There must indeed be witchcraft on your lips.”

Lowering himself over you, Jacques brought his lips to your neck, kissing you softly at first. Snaking his hand down between your bodies, he teased his fingers through the slick that already moistened the outside of your lips.

“I guess you do want me after all.” He smiled at your wetness, smearing his words into your skin.

Your back arched in a wave of euphoria when he pushed two thick fingers into you, curling them against the sensitive front wall of your pussy. Pumping his fingers into you, he had you dripping and writhing beneath him in minutes, swallowing your moans with his lips as he kissed and kissed you.

Digging your nails into his back, you asked him for more with the bucking of your hips against his fingers.

Jacques pulled back from your kiss to look down at you, admiring the sight of you beneath him. Propping himself above you with one forearm resting outside your shoulder, he gripped his cock with his free hand, running its thick tip through your folds.

Your sigh blended with his groan as he pushed his huge cock into you, spreading you open as he plunged in inch by delicious inch. He smiled in pleasure when he bottomed out inside you, rolling his hips gently against yours as you adjusted to being so full of him.

“You feel so fucking good, amour,” Jacques thrummed, lowering himself over you and returning his lips to yours.

“God, so do you, Jacques,” you whined. “Your cock’s fucking incredible.”

“Let me show you what incredible really is,” Jacques told you with a grin, as his hips started to move against you, thrusting shallowly at first.

Your hands moved to wrap around his massive body, digging your nails into the meat of his back, as he began thrusting fully into you. You could feel the wonderful drag of his giant cock as he plunged it in and out of you, every inch of him rubbing along your walls.

Lifting your legs higher to wrap around his waist, you felt him sink even deeper into you with the new angle. Your hips rose to meet his, matching his pace as he fucked into you harder. Jacques brought his lips to your neck, biting as much as kissing along your skin.

“I’ve never felt anything as good as your little pussy,” Jacques growled. “You’re fucking exquisite.”

Each thrust hit the perfect places inside of you. Each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, sending pleasure radiating through you with every motion.

Your heels dug into his waist, your nails scratched along his back, and your arms pulled him as close to you as you possibly could. He was fucking into you at the perfect angle, but you wanted more. You could feel the heat of your pleasure ready to rush through you.

“Right there, Jacques,” you moaned. “Fuck me harder.”

“We, mademoiselle.” His voice rumbled through his chest as he increased his force and speed, slamming his cock into you roughly, just how you wanted. “I want to feel you cum on my cock. Cum for me, amour.”

Jacques carried you over the edge, plunging you into ecstasy with every slam of his cock. Your pussy seized, throbbing and tightening around him as you came in waves of pleasure.

Jacques let out a strained groan as he fucked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, his rhythm growing unsteady.

After a few more rough thrusts, he plunged his cock into you as deeply as he could. His hips were pressed flush against you as he pumped you full of the thick ropes of his cum.

Another shudder of pleasure washed over you at the feeling of his heat spreading through you. Holding you tight beneath his heavy body, he kissed you for several long minutes, not wanting to separate your bodies.

As Jacques’s muscles relaxed under your hands, a wide toothy smile bloomed on his lips. Looking down at you, you could see his adoration for you reflected in his eyes. He was yours.

“Was I really worth getting your ask kicked for?” You asked him teasingly.

“You’re worth everything, cherie.” He punctuated his statement with a kiss to your lips.

Jacques rolled off of you, laying on his back, his chest still heaving from exertion. Turning into him, you braced yourself on his chest, appreciating his handsome features and wild hair.

“What about me?” He asked as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. “Was I worth almost getting burned at the stake?”

“I’m feeling pretty good about it right now, Jacques,” you said softly as you kissed his chest.

“And when we return?” He raised his eyebrows hopefully with his question.

“Is this your way of asking me for a second date?” you teased, smiling down at him.

“A second,” he affirmed, placing a kiss to your throat. “A third,” he continued with another kiss to your cheek. “A hundredth,” he growled against your lips when he reached them before kissing you deeply. “A thousandth.”

“Then I’d say you better get your rest tonight, handsome,” you agreed, speaking into his mouth. “Because from the sound of it, I’m going to be wearing you out every night for a long time.”

Leaning his head back onto his pillow, Jacques smiled up at you warmly, a wide grin that showed his charmingly crooked teeth. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight to his chest, sighing contentedly at the feeling of holding you in his powerful embrace.

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A shrill whistle, piercing through the night air awakened you with a jolt. Trying to push yourself up, you found that you were still trapped against Jacques’s chest by his strong, heavy arms as he slept beneath you.

You didn’t have long to savor the feeing.

The side of the castle right outside your window exploded in fiery sparks, a shower of pebbles raining down onto the canopy of your bed as the very castle itself shuddered around you.

Jacques started awake below you with a shout, immediately rolling his body over yours to shield you from harm. Shaking his head to clear the bleariness from his eyes, his hair jostled wildly with his motion.

Another whistle, like a firework leaving the ground, sounded from outside, met immediately by another explosion and shuddering within the castle walls. Jacques hunched his huge body over yours.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were wide.

“Merde,” Jacques gritted, pushing himself off you and pulling you up from the bed with him, speaking to you urgently. “I lost track of the days. This castle falls tonight, cherie.”

“What!?” You nearly screamed as another explosion racked the castle, sending more stone fragments crashing down upon you both from the ceiling. “You’re a fucking historian and you just forgot the date the castle we’re stuck in gets attacked?”

“I was a bit distracted,” he said as he grabbed your dress, tossing it to you. “You can yell at me later. Get dressed. Now!”

You both hastily dressed as the explosions and whistles increased. Outside, a new sound met your ears. Screams and cries from hundreds of men and women, and the clang of steel on steel as the battle drew closer. Jacques was in more pain now after his injuries had stiffened over hours, his movements sore and slower than usual.

“What about our beacons?” You asked frantically as Jacques belted his sword around his hips.

“We die if we stay within these walls,” he said with finality, shaking his head. “We have no choice.”

Jacques located your dagger and belt, shoving it into your hands. You had just enough time to secure it around your waist before another explosion hit the wall of your bedchamber, blowing away part of the stone wall. Looking out through the gaping wall, you could see fire rising below you and a mass of bodies entangled in a murderous fray far beneath you in the courtyard.

Drawing his sword with his right hand, Jacques grabbed your wrist with his left, pulling you with him as he rushed through the door. He was practically dragging you along beside him as he sprinted down the halls, far too fast for your own legs to keep pace.

Rounding a corner toward the great hall, you found it engulphed in battle. Swords clanged against swords and men screamed in agony from their wounds in front of you in the hall that had been so festive only hours before. You had to pass through the hall to exit the castle quickly, or risk being trapped inside it as it fell.

Jacques pushed you against a wall, taking your chin in his hand and raising your face to his.

“If I die, make your way to the dungeons. They are the only part of the castle that survives the night. You’ll be safe there.” Jacques searched your eyes, making sure his words took root. “Do not go after Carroughes yourself. He’s a dangerous man. He won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“You’re not going to die,” you said firmly, pulling him down roughly into a quick kiss. “That’s an order.”

“Stay right behind me,” Jacques commanded, kissing you again. “And if I fall, run like hell.”

Raising his sword, Jacques charged into the great hall with you following at his back. Your dagger felt feeble against battle-hardened men with broadswords, but even so you held it tightly, ready to plunge it into the throat of any man who dared to attack you or Jacques.

Jacques raged through the fighting men, cutting down anyone who stood in his path. He was more ferocious now than you had seen him fight in the duel; a small part of your mind wondered if it was now because he was protecting you directly.

All around you, on all sides, men cut and hacked at each other, the cries of the dying and the sounds of flesh being cleaved by metal filled your ears. The floor was so slick with blood that it was difficult for you to keep from slipping with every rushed step.

Two men ran at Jacques head-on, swords raised. With a powerful lunge, Jacques stabbed his sword straight through the closest man’s throat. Wrenching his blade free directly into a sideways swing, Jacques slashed his blade through the second man’s chest as he closed the final distance between himself and Jacques. Jacques growled like a wild beast when he cut the man’s chest in two, dropping him to his knees to bleed out onto the floor.

Jacques’s teeth were bared in a snarl as he quickly surveyed the room. The other combatants paid the two of you no mind. Casting a brief glance to you to assure himself that you were still safe, he surged ahead.

Only one final man stood between Jacques and the outer doors of the great hall. Fortunately, he was distracted by another man as they each tried to kill one another. Leaning forward like a charging bull, Jacques roughly shouldered into the man, knocking him forcibly out of his way and yours.

Just past the door of the great hall in the long foyer that led to the castle’s entrance and the courtyard beyond, Jacques almost charged headlong into Sir Gregor near the outer exit. Both huge men looked particularly monstrous with their swords drawn, hair wild, and blood splattered across the fearsome expressions on their faces. Cowering behind the blue knight were the Lord and his wife, who was crying hysterically.

Jacques reached to the Lord’s collar, grabbing him with his free hand and shaking him roughly to snap him out of his fear.

“Take your wife and your knight and go to the dungeon now if you wish to survive. Wait out the battle there,” Jacques shouted at the Lord so he could be heard above the battle. “Trust me and do as I say.”

“How can you know-“ Lord Francois started but Jacques immediately cut him off.

“A little witch told me,” Jacques assured him with a grin.

Overhearing Jacques’s statement, Sir Gregor did not wait for his Lord’s command before shoving the fat man and his wife toward the safety of the dungeon. As he passed Jacques, Sir Gregor grabbed Jacques by the shoulder turning him to face out into the courtyard and pointing ahead with his long arm.

Jacques followed the line of sight of the knight’s outstretched arm, squinting his eyes, willing them to see better in the darkness. It took only a moment for him to locate the gift Sir Gregor offered him.

Carroughes stood on top of the outer courtyard wall, commanding men to dump buckets of pitch over its side.

Jacques’s eyes gleamed with murderous excitement at the sight of his betrayer, now wholly unprotected by the Lord or his knights.

“Go with them, cherie.” Jacques turned to meet your eyes, his voice booming above the cacophony around you. “You’ll be safe, and I’ll find you as soon as I get our beacons.”

“You’re wasting your breath,” you said resolutely, stepping close to him. “I’m not leaving your side.”

Nodding at you with a grin, Jacques took your hand, squeezing tight. He jogged out into the courtyard with you sprinting your fastest to keep pace. Outside, the battle was more spread apart than it had been inside the great hall, but it was much deadlier. Arrows flew by over your heads and around your bodies, horses stampeded errantly, spooked by their lifeless riders and by the sounds of the battle around them, and men ran in every direction, cutting down everything in sight in their panic.

Jacques rushed to the courtyard wall, dodging men and debris as he moved with a predatory agility. He hugged the wall, moving quickly towards a set of stairs that ascended to the top of the wall, leading you both toward Carroughes.

Pausing at the base of the stairs, Jacques turned to you, meeting your eyes with his piercing amber stare.

“Our bodies can’t be touching when we activate our beacons,” he told you, tightening his grip on your hand. “But when we get home, I’m never letting you out of my arms.”

Just as Jacques moved to climb the stairs, the world shook with a concussion all around you, all sight and sound blurring at the edges, as you were both thrown away from the wall along with many of its stones. You both hit the ground yards apart from each other, rolling to a stop in a painful heap.

The wall where you had both stood now had a hole large enough to drive a truck through. Had Jacques not paused to speak to you before you both ascended the steps, you both would have been blown apart.

As you watched from the ground, the remainder of the wall trembled and swayed. It looked almost as though it was collapsing in slow motion as the wall buckled, sending stones and men flying from it as it fell in a pile of churning dust and rock.

Jacques was quicker to push painfully to his feet than you, still dazed from the blast. He staggered to you through a cloud of dust that now consumed the courtyard like a malignant fog.

“Are you hurt?” His voice was heavy with concern when he reached you, coughing from the heavy dust.

Reaching a hand down to you, Jacques pulled you to your feet, seeking to pull you into his arms and hold you tight.

As Jacques pulled you up from the ground, you saw Carroughes attack him from behind. You watched Carroughes’s hideous, crooked face as he swung his sword downward at Jacques’s exposed back.

You ducked under Jacques’s arm as he pulled you to your feet. Using the momentum he gave you, you lunged forward behind him, plunging your dagger with all your force up under Carroughes’s chin while his arms were raised above his head as he prepared to cut Jacques down.

Turning with an enraged growl, Jacques swung his sword viciously to the side, beheading Carroughes with one powerful strike. Carroughes’s freed head hit the ground several feet away, bouncing through the dirt and other debris. His body fell first to its knees, lingering for a moment as if in contrition, before falling chest first onto the ground.

Your dagger skidded through the dirt toward you, as if dutifully returning to its owner. Tangled around its hilt was a necklace of braided leather.

Laughing with relief as the world crumbled and exploded around you, you bent to seize your dagger and the beacons just as Jacques’s strong hand wrapped around your upper arm, pulling you back up to your feet.

He opened his mouth to speak, to make sure you were alright, but you silenced his concern with a triumphant smile, holding the leather necklace high.

With a relieved laugh, Jacques crashed his dusty bloody lips against yours, dirt shaking down from his hair as he kissed you, holding you so tightly you couldn’t take a breath.  Rubbing his large nose against yours as he pulled back from your lips, he took the beacons from you, checking them once and then checking them again before handing one to you.

Taking a step back from you so your bodies were separated, he held his beacon aloft as you did the same.

“Let’s begin our future together, cherie,” he told you as you each pressed your beacons, his words echoing through the annals of time.

The thunderous boom that burst into your ears amid a blinding light was a welcome assault on your senses, as you and Jacques were transported back to the present.

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When you again opened your eyes, you saw only Jacques’s handsome face as the world came slowly back into focus around you. Your head still spun with dizziness when Jacques took you in his arms, lifting you high off the ground in his embrace, holding you tight to his body as if he never wanted to let you go.

“Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to the two of you?” Pierre asked anxiously, standing from behind a computer monitor. “I was getting worried that you had been gone for too long. What happened back there?”

“You sent me back to the Middle Ages with a witch,” Jacques said with a relieved breath, setting you gently back down onto the floor.

Jacques brought his hand to your cheek, holding you softly and stroking his thumb over your skin, swaying his body slightly while he held you.

“Are you fucking serious?” Pierre asked as he called for paramedics. His eyes were wide, taking in the extent of Jacques’s bruised and bloody countenance and also the way he held you with a smile despite his injures.

“He’s just being dramatic,” you answered while keeping your eyes on Jacques. “He wanted an excuse to pretend to be a knight, have a duel, and enter a joust. And everything just went downhill from there.”

“I think you still have a little witchcraft on your lips, cherie.” Jacques slowly lowered his head, holding your cheek gently in his enormous hand as you tilted your face up to meet him. “Let me have another taste.”

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© safarigirlsp 2021

Tagging some witchy women:

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

Darling Silky! I was just referred to your chapter update of The Bear and the Maiden Fair on AO3. I don’t have an account there so I can’t comment on it and wanted to send my comment here!

I loved it as always! That is now the longest Jacques story of quality out there and I love every word! it’s such a wonderful piece of storytelling and world building that so few people have the patience to write! Let alone the capacity to think up and the skill to carry off! That, Ubi Amour, Malocchio, and A Lady Worth Fighting For by the other Jacques authority @safarigirlsp are my favorite ongoing chapter stories. Period. Not currently, but that I’ve ever read. And the oneshots you both have with him are phenomenal! I love that such fine authors are doing him proper justice!

I loved so much about this chapter! The chess game was a lovely touch! As was his being too tired for his cape twirling! I loved their pillow talk with him explaining the nice guy illusion to her! He’s so right too! Give me a Jacques over a puny nice guy any day! I love that he’s showing his loyalty and commitment to her through his actions instead of just flowery words and that he’s willing to fight for her! I can’t wait to see what happens when he returns from battle! The ending with her having a hard time getting a kiss had me laughing! I loved it all!

And the preceding chapter with the party and his dream! I can’t remember if I commented, again because of the AO3 issue, but I adored it!

Thank you for sharing your immense talent! 💛💛💛

Ohh, what's that?

An angel from heaven swooping down to touch my heart and make my whole day?

😭😭❤️❤️

Thank you so much, my dear, you know it means the world to hear from you and have that endless Jacques love echoed - it's what keeps me writing 💕

And you totally nailed all my favorite moments! 🤩

The chess game was so fun, I love how he handled it 😄 And it's totally my new HC for him that the way to tell he's actually despondent is that he doesn't do the cape twirl 😂

And the Nice Guys observation! That's exactly how I thought of it - it was an important character moment for me to include that and I hope it served to sober up some readers too. It's true then and now - the men who are successful with women really tend to like them and have genuine fun with and affection for them, unlike the guys who mean to barter surface-level kindness for whatever else.

The plot thickens now with some actual danger lurking, that's always fun! And I have a few things planned that I hope will manage to be surprising and interesting 😄

I am soooooo ready for the inevitable love fest between the unstoppable force Le Gris and immovable object RC ❤️❤️

I am so grateful for your generous assessment of the story and my ability; that truly leaves me speechless and turns my emotions to 11 💕💕 You are absolutely wonderful for taking the time to leave a beautiful ask like this, it means everything 😍😍

[mrs-gucci]

follower milestone(s) clusterfuck event!

hello! I’ve missed some follower milestone celebrations through all the events and general mayhem, I’m coming up on another one pretty soon, and I have no life at the moment lol. so, I’m doing some stuff for y’all as a thank you :)

**this is a limited time offer, only open from SUNDAY 11/7 to WEDNESDAY 11/10. any submissions after that point will not be answered and will automatically be deleted.**

you’ve got three options to choose from! (you can do one, two, or all three if you’d like to)

#1: SHIPS!

send me a little informational blurb about yourself (core personality traits, anything else essential about you that could help me know you as a person) and I’ll ship you with the ADCU boy that I think would suit you best :)

directions for how to get a ship from mrs. g

head on over to my inbox and submit your informational blurb to me

wait for your response (and please be patient with me, as I anticipate that I’ll have quite a bit of inbox volume with this event!! thanks in advance for your understanding!)

#2: COME ASK YOUR FAVORITE ADCU BOYS A QUESTION OR CHAT WITH THEM!

any of the boys that I write for are here to answer any and all of your questions! it can be in reference to your favorite story (oneshot, blurb, etc), their hobbies, their *ahem* interests...whatever you’d like, really (within reason, of course)

I’m keeping it limited to the following list of boys, just to keep things a bit easier on myself. *please read through this list before submitting!!*

Maurizio Gucci, Clyde Logan, Charlie Barber, Flip Zimmerman, Kylo Ren, Jacques Le Gris, Adam Sackler, and Phillip Altman.  (AU’s are fair game for all characters!)

guidelines for how to ask questions or chat with your favorite adcu boys

make sure you’re submitting to my inbox. any comment/reblog questions or attempts to chat will not be accepted.

specify which boy (and which AU, if applicable) you’re speaking to BEFORE asking your question. (ex: for dr. charlie -- [question]) 

please be patient!!!!! I anticipate that I’ll have quite a bit of inbox volume with this event! thanks in advance for your understanding :)

#3: GET A PLATONIC OR LOVE MINI-LETTER FROM YOUR FAVORITE ADCU BOY! (limit one per person, please, for my sake lol)

you can ask for a platonic or love mini-letter from your favorite adcu boy!

directions for how to get a mini-letter from your fav adcu boy

submit requests to my inbox. any non-inbox requests will automatically be ignored.

please specify pronouns and the name, nickname, or pet name you’d like to be called in the letter.

if you have any specific (and reasonable, please remember that the boys are gonna be busy lol) requests or things you’d like the boys to include in their letter, please add those into your ask as well and they’ll take them into consideration!

please be patient!!!!! I anticipate that I’ll have quite a bit of inbox volume with this event! thanks in advance for your understanding :)

**as is always true, I fully reserve the right to reject any requests that come into my inbox if they make me uncomfortable in any way, or if I simply run out of time to answer them. I really don’t enjoy deleting people’s requests, but I sometimes just don’t have time for all of them and I’m sorry about that.**

HEY!!!  when you submit please specify WHICH EVENT YOU’RE REQUESTING FOR (option #1, #2, or #3), preferably towards or at the very beginning of your request!! it makes my job much, much easier! thank you :)

thanks for sticking with me and for all your support, y’all <3 <3

tagging some friends to spread the word, and also because I’m an attention whore: @babbushka @safarigirlsp @icarusinthesea @bksrcool @spookyyslutt @clydesfavoritegirl @mrs-zimmerman @thepalaceofmelanie @durangoninetyfive @eagerforhoney @trubluepensfan​ @beachwoodmonet @gotham-city-uber-driver

[safarigirlsp]

✨🥂 Let’s Celebrate 🥂✨

August is a month to celebrate for me, so I’m hoping we can all join in on the fun!

My birthday is this month.

This month is the one year anniversary of the first story I wrote and posted here.

And I’m celebrating rolling over 1500 followers that occurred recently! Thank you all so much!!! 💗

So for three big events, I decided to do three big oneshots! If you’re new here, I have a problem keeping things short! As such, I expect these to range from 10k - 20k each. I usually shoot for 15k and land somewhere within 5k of that lol.

Because it’s my birthday, I’m going to pick the three characters. But everyone can vote on the AU, Genre, and Tropes they want!

The characters will be:

Flip Zimmerman - My longtime favorite!

Jacques Le Gris - My new love!

Henry McHenry - In honor of Annette releasing for my birthday!

AUs:

Please pick one for each guy from the options listed below!

Flip:

Adventurer

FBI Agent

Supernatural (this would be a spooky setting, not ghost Flip)

Bounty Hunter

Jacques:

Knight

Time Travel

Secret Agent

Victorian

Henry:

Occult

Con Artist

Summer Vacation

Canon Divergent

Genres:

Feel free to pick one or two for each guy! I love mixing things up!

Note that all of the oneshots will have smut, some fluff, and angst as appropriate.

Action

Adventure

Romance

Horror

Thriller

Tropes:

Enemies to Lovers

Only One Bed

The Reluctant Hero

Damsel Doing Damage

Stuck Together

Fake Marriage

True Love’s Kiss

Patching Up Wounds

Keeping Each Other Warm

I’m too Old for this Shit

Feel free to pick one or two for each guy!

Please vote here or by sending an ask or message. Anonymous or otherwise!

Voting will be open from Today Friday 8/13 - Sunday 8/15

Tagging some people like the attention whore I am! @babbushka @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @mrs-gucci @mrs-zimmerman @mrs-kylo-ren @queeniebee @iamburdened @kirah36 @cas-backwards-tie @maybe-your-left @caillea @lmnpst @ghoulian13 @darkhairedmenrule @reyloaddict55 @icarusinthesea @mythrielofsolitude @tashastrange89 @fizzywoohoo @heartlight-starlight @loganluckylover @clydesfavoritegirl @gabesprincess @celiholland

[mrs-gucci]

ADCU March Madness *FINAL RESULTS!!*

you’ve voted, and the winners are...

JACQUES LE GRIS & WILD WEST AU!!

so, I’ll be writing a big oneshot this month with Wild West!Jacques. I’m excited to get started and explore this pairing!

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✨Masterlist✨

Writing requests are currently closed. However, thoughts and ideas are always welcome! Please send your ideas my way and if something sparks with me, I’ll write a oneshot with it! Please read below the cut for information on characters I’ll write and themes I will not write.

Special attention given to AU concepts, Adventure, Action, Winter, Autumn, Fall, Spooky, Horror, and Halloween related requests.

My masterlist is also below the cut.

Go wild!

Side blogs @its-knight-time​ @when-witches-go-riding​ @lady-legris​​

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18+ ONLY

I would like to thank everyone who has encouraged me to write things for them and to those who have shared the things I have written. I honestly have no idea why people have requested things from me, but I’m very thankful and flattered that you have. Please review the following information regarding requests and content.

In most cases, I am personally only interested in ideas that I can turn into actual stories as opposed to single scenes or vignettes. 

I write for the following characters:

- Jacques Le Gris

- Commander Nicholas Mills

- Flip Zimmerman

- Kylo Ren - AU’s Only

- Clyde Logan - by Special Request Only

- Henry McHenry - by Special Request Only

- Pale - by Special Request Only

- Charlie Barber - by Special Request Only

- AU requests welcome and encouraged

- Dark!Fic requests welcome and encouraged

- All of my RC’s and OC’s are female.

- In my stories I routinely kill and torment the other characters from the universes of the men I write for. Specifically including Margueritte, Rey, etc. If this bothers you, steer clear of my stories. Everything I write is buyer beware for murder and mayhem.

- ALL of my stories are intended only for a mature 18+ audience. Minors and sensitive readers, stay away. You have no business here.

- A note on graphics/headers/moodboards. Although I try very hard to make RC’s as physically vague as possible, I make moodboards and headers for myself. I hope that everyone is able to picture themselves as my RC’s, and like everyone, I too do the same and picture myself when I read and write. I understand if this makes a story unappealing to some readers, and if this is the case, please pass on my stories. I make graphics exclusively for myself and to please myself. Images of women in graphics are not representative of how an RC is described or portrayed in my stories.

Below are some things that I shall not write. I will preface this by saying that I am quite impossible to offend, and I will happily discuss any ideas or concepts with you. I also enjoy reading some content with the following themes from some of my favorite writers, and it is not uncommon that other writers’ content that involves these themes will appear on my blog. However, writing requires an investment of time, so I will not be writing my own content on these themes because they are less appealing to me personally.

The following topics, themes, and kinks are those for which I will not be accepting requests:

- Cheating/Infidelity

- Breakups

- Heavy Degradation

- Daddy Kink

- Underage Content and/or ‘Young Love’ Content and/or AU’s

- Kid Fics

- Threesomes

- Pegging and/or Anal Play of any kind

- Overly Submissive/Subby male characters (Please note, this is VERY different from a dominant woman taking charge and/or a man loving a powerful woman and pleasing her the way she wants. I am very very into that dynamic!)

- Anything involving kids, minors, or animals.

- Sad and/or Downer Endings (Angst is perfectly fine and something I enjoy, but expect a happy ending or at least some closure)

- Main Character Death

- Character Ships of any kind. I do not ship any character with any other character in any fandom at any time. 

If anyone wishes to message me or discuss anything with me, please always feel free.

As stated above, I LOVE anything and everything related to Adventure, Action, Autumn, Horror, Halloween and all related themes.

My Masterlist:

Jacques Le Gris:

Wargrave Hall - Victorian Jacques Le Gris x OC Eleanor

A Lady Worth Fighting For - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Witchcraft on Your Lips - Modern Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Sinners Welcome - Exorcist Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Live Deliciously - Salem Jacques Le Gris x Witch Reader

Here There Be Monsters - Pirate Captain Jacques Le Gris x Reader

A Comedy of Eros - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

A Lecture on Love - Adventurer Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Satan Wears Burberry - Fashion Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Encore - Adventurer Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Extraction - Major Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Drink of Me - Vampire Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Make A Wish - Vampire Jacques Le Gris x Vampire Hunter Reader

A Fox in the Henhouse - Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

A Sharpened Wit - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

The Hunt - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Lover - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Joyeux Noel - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Mistletoe - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire - Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

Dashing through the Snow - Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

I Put A Spell On You - Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

The Black Forest - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Belle Avocate - Vampire Jacques x Lawyer Reader

General HC’s

Romantic HC’s

Random HCs

Zodiac Signs

Commander Nicholas Mills:

Maneater - Commander Mills x Lawyer Reader (Jurassic Park AU)

Level Ten - Commander Mills x Reader  

Dynamite - Stuntman Mills x Reader, Gunfighter Flip x Reader

The First Christmas on Earth - Commander Mills x Reader

Bah Humbug - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader, Charlie Barber x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader, Henry McHenry x Reader, Jacques Le Gris x Reader, Commander Mills x Reader

Dark Mills HCs

Random HCs

Zodiac Signs

Flip Zimmerman:

The Boss - Gunfighter Flip x Reader

Ghost Town - Gunfighter Flip x Reader

The Devil Went Down To Dodge City - Gunfighter Flip x Devil OC

Santa’s Little Helper - Gunfighter Flip x Reader

Queen of Hearts - Gunfighter Flip x Reader

Bad Moon Risin’ - Werewolf Flip x Lawyer Reader

The Case of the Colorado Cannibal - Flip Zimmerman x Lawyer Reader

Road Trip - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Off with A Bang!  - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Knockout - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Happy Fuckin’ Birthday - Flip Zimmerman x Lawyer Reader

Spring Break, Colorado Style - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Nice Until Proven Naughty - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Howlin’ for You - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Flip vs Cupid - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Roses are Red - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Bah Humbug - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader, Charlie Barber x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader, Henry McHenry x Reader, Jacques Le Gris x Reader, Commander Mills x Reader

Timeless - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Disturbin’ the Peace - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Shootin’ Gallery - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Fixer Upper - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Amateur Hour - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Holiday Heist - Flip Zimmerman x Reader + Clyde Logan

Sunshine, Sand, and Sharks - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Hit on Me - FBI Agent Flip x Professional Killer Reader

No Plaid Today - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Here Kitty, Kitty - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Dynamite - Stuntman Mills x Reader, Gunfighter Flip x Reader

The Devil Made Me Do It - Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Devil Kylo Ren

Play by My Rules - Flip Zimmerman x Reader Dark!Fic

Nobody Does it Better - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader Dark!Fic

Chase Me - Flip Zimmerman x Reader Collaboration with SydneysSmut

Guilty HC’s - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Gunfighter Flip Knows He’s in Love

Adventurer Flip Teaser

Random HCs

Zodiac Signs

Kylo Ren:

Kylo the Malevolent - Victorian Magician Kylo x Magician Reader

Fortune Favors the Bold - Hitman Kylo x Reader

Bloody Valentine - Hitman Kylo x Reader

The Witch - Knight Kylo x Witch Reader

Krampusnacht - Knight Kylo x Reader

Heart Shaped Box - Knight Kylo x Reader

Outrun the Devil - Lawyer Kylo x Reader

Love & War - Regency Kylo x Reader

The Beast - Vampire Kylo Ren x Reader

Music of the Night - Victorian Kylo Ren x Reader

Highway to Hell - Devil Kylo x Reader collaboration with @babbushka

Is Your Soul for Sale? Part I - Vampire Kylo x Reader Dark!Fic

Is Your Soul for Sale? Part II Masquerade - Vampire Kylo x Reader

The Devil Made Me Do It - Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Devil Kylo Ren

Bah Humbug - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader, Charlie Barber x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader, Henry McHenry x Reader, Jacques Le Gris x Reader, Commander Mills x Reader

A Dance with the Devil - Victorian Kylo x Reader

Forever - Vampire Kylo x Reader

Feathers - Guardian Angel Kylo x Reader

Wrecked- Kylo Ren x Reader

Cinderella HC’s - Kylo Ren x Reader

Regency Kylo being Shamelessly in Love

Zodiac Signs

Ben Solo:

Mirror, Mirror - Modern Ben Solo x Reader Dark!Fic

Clyde Logan:

The Number One Rule - Clyde Logan x Reader

Boone County Brunch - Clyde Logan x Reader

Spooky Little Girl Like You - Clyde Logan x Reader

Winter Warmth - Clyde Logan x Reader

Peach - Clyde Logan x Reader

The Trade - Civil War Major Clyde x Reader

Fireworks - Civil War Major Clyde x Reader

Wet Work - Clyde Logan x Reader Dark!Fic

Holiday Heist - Flip Zimmerman x Reader + Clyde Logan

Pumpkin Spice - Clyde Logan x Reader Collaboration with SydneysSmut

Just Perfect HC’s - Clyde Logan x Reader

Charlie Barber:

Spectral Evidence - Salem Witch Trials Charlie x Reader

Savor Each Sensation - Charlie Barber x Reader

Rehearsal - Charlie Barber x Reader

Tricks before Treats - Charlie Barber x Reader Collaboration with SydneysSmut

Something Sweet - Charlie Barber x Reader Collaboration with SydneysSmut

Rehearsal - Charlie Barber x Reader Collaboration with SydneysSmut

A Second Chance at A First Impression - Charlie Barber x Reader

Charlie’s Muse HC’s - Charlie Barber x Reader

Pale:

Snow Bunny - Pale x Reader

Feels Like Christmas Morning - Pale x Reader

Dinner and A Show - Pale x Reader

Henry McHenry:

A Midsommar Night’s Dream - Henry McHenry x Reader

Carnival - Henry McHenry x Reader

Dan:

The Invisible Man - Dan Jones x Reader

Crossover Fics:

Bah Humbug - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader, Charlie Barber x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader, Henry McHenry x Reader, Jacques Le Gris x Reader, Commander Mills x Reader

Bah Humbug - Flip ZImmerman x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader, Charlie Barber x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader

Dynamite - Stuntman Mills x Reader, Gunfighter Flip x Reader

The Devil Made Me Do It - Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Devil Kylo Ren

Holiday Heist - Flip Zimmerman x Reader + Clyde Logan

No Body Does it Better - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader Dark!Fic

HC’s for All the Guys:

Zodiac Signs

Christmas HC’s

Fragrances HC’s

HC’s for gifting all the Guys boudoir pictures

Olympics HC’s

HC’s for all the Guys comforting you

HC’s for being Snowed in and Quarantined with the Guys

HC’s for the Guys singing karaoke and singing to you

HC’s for Valentine’s Day Dinner with the Guys

Dominant HC’s

Seasons HC’s - Flip, Clyde

Seasons HC’s - Kylo, Charlie, Pale

Seasons HC’s - Jacques Le Gris, Henry

FMK

Period Humor

Favorite Graphics

Holiday Specials:

Halloween Ship Blurbs

Halloween Fic Recap 2022

Halloween Fic Recap 2021

Halloween Fic Recap 2020

Halloween Request Info

Winter & Christmas Fics 2021

Winter/Holiday Fic Recap 2020

Winter/Holiday Request Info

Valentine’s Day Fics 2022

Valentine’s Day Fic Recap 2021

Horrible Valentines

Summer Lovin’ Fics

Wicked Fairytales

2021 Year End Review

2022 Year End Review

Birthday Bash & 1500 Follower Celebration Fic Recap

Resource Lists & Recommendations:

Knight Fics

Western Fics

Halloween Fics

Valentine’s Day & Romantic Fics

Winter & Holiday Fics

Skiing and Snowball Fights Fics

Summer Lovin’ Fics

Potterverse Fics

My Favorite AUs

Devil, Demon, Vampire, Occult Fics

The Great Outdoors Fics

Exhibitionist and Related Fics

Submissive Flip Fics

Sackler Fics

AO3 Links for Writers

Resources for Writers

Prompt Masterlist

Halloween Edits

Halloween Edits 2

Valentine Edits

PS. Don’t mind my saved icons. I lose everything unless it’s pinned due to who I am as a person. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[mrs-gucci]

Moonlit Meeting {Jacques Le Gris x Reader} [drabble]

anonymous:

For Sunday Funday, what about Jacques Le Gris and a full moon and a secret meeting?? 🖤

author’s notes: hello, hello! thank you for submitting :)

warnings: fluff. secret romance. kissing.

no tw’s :)

A full moon shines down on the creek as the water dodges and hops over the stones in its way. You enjoy the serene soundscape of crickets chirping and owls hooting out into the night, along with the occasional huff or sigh from your trusted steed as he drinks from the stream.

Your head whips around when you hear approaching hoof-falls, body tensing with acute fear. 

“Sweeting? Is that you, my love?”

The familiar voice of your secret love rings in your ears and instantly, you relax.

“It’s me, mitting.”

His horse huffs as he pulls up just in front of you, dismounting and walking up to you. He pulls you into his large, comforting arms for an embrace. 

“I have missed you so much, Jacques. My heart aches when you’re away.” You whisper as you look up at him, bringing your hands up to rest on his broad chest.

He smiles down at you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Not a day went by on my journey that I didn’t think of you, sweeting. It nearly killed me to leave you for so long, but gods, it’s nice to have you in my arms once more.”

You smile, cheeks warming as the two of you hold each other under the light of the moon.

“Kiss me, my love.”

His lips instantly drop and press against yours gently, hands falling to your hips. Coarse beard hairs drag against your mouth and skin as your lips move together.

Your forehead presses against his after you pull away, gently swaying back and forth peacefully amongst the natural woodsy symphony, staying in that position until the sky above lightened into blue.

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[event #2 AU: medieval] send me a character (one that I write for), a setting, and 3-5 “plot” words, and I’ll write a drabble, blurb, or oneshot for you!

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Now that I have your attention with my favorite prompt of all time...

If anyone feels like sending some ideas my way, I’m trying to think of some new fun oneshots between 5-20k! They won’t be out fast. They’ll probably show up in the fall. I hate summer, so I’m thinking ahead and I’m looking for things for a fall and winter lineup. I have a lot in the works already, but I’m honestly getting bored with some of my stuff so I want to shake things up, which always makes me produce more anyway!

I want to take a handful of requests now in advance of my next follower party. I won’t be able to fill everything, but I’d love a few that I can turn into something fun!

AU concepts encouraged! Action, Adventure, Horror, and Romance encouraged! Halloween, Autumn, and Winter themes encouraged!

Check my Masterlist pinned to the top of my blog for things I’m not into.

All of my larger oneshots will have smut with some fluff thrown in. So, no need to request smut specifically unless you have a specific idea or unique thought on that aspect!

Characters: Mills, Flip, Jacques, and Kylo. AUs open for everyone, both my existing and new AUs. I am very interested in some good story ideas and/or AU concepts for Jacques Le Gris *wink wink.*

Below are some prompt lists. There’s a lot because I’m also using this as a prompt materpost. Below the cut are some additional prompt ideas.

Prompts or thoughts don’t have to be from these lists at all. Ideas can be your own or come from anywhere! Feel free to send in multiple ideas!

AO3 Links for Writers

Fanfiction Trope Mashup

100 Trope and AU Ideas

AU Ideas Masterlist 1

AU Ideas Masterlist 2

AU Ideas Masterlist 3

Romantic Movie and Book Quotes

Ballroom Prompts

Sad/Spicy Prompts

Eerie Prompts

Elegant Event Prompts

Enemies to Lovers Prompts

Historical Romance Trope Prompts

Austen & Bronte Prompts

Prompts Masterlist

Spooky Alphabet

Autumn Sentence Starters

Fall Sentence Starters

Halloween & Autumn Sentence Starters

Halloween Themed Prompts

Single Word Fall Prompts

53 Fall Writing Prompts

31 Halloween Prompts

October Writing Challenge

Edgar Allen Poe Prompts

Stupid Things to do in a Horror Movie

Assorted Halloween Prompts

Creepy Sentence Starters

Spooky Prompts

Halloween Prompts

Horrorland Prompts

Halloween Humor Prompts

Terrible First Meeting Starters

Costume Starters

Vampire Starters

Attacked Starters

Witch trial Prompts

Gothic Town Starters

Assassin Prompts

Fairytale Prompts

Magic Starters

Spooky Aesthetic

Horror/Sci Fi AUs

31 Ideas for Stories

Tarot Prompts

Things to do in October

Fall Prompt List

Horror Settings and Prompts

Horror Prompts

Fall Prompts

October Prompts

Autumn Aesthetic Starters

Horror Movie Starters

December Writing Challenge

December Prompts

Christmas Prompts

Winter Prompts

Winter Writing Ideas

Holiday Ideas Part 1

Holiday Ideas Part 2

Winter Dialogue

Winter Wonderland Prompts

My Favorite Winter Prompts

Fic Title Prompts

Pirate Prompts

Movie Asks

XXX Prompts

Spicy Prompts

Sexual Tension Prompts

Bad Reputation Prompts

Fighting Prompts

Battle Prompts

Dark Academia Prompts

Fanfic Writer Asks

Incorrect Quotes Generator

My Summerween Prompts

Resources and Tips for Writers

Websites for Writers

Resources for Describing Characters

EDGAR ALLAN POE PROMPTS

The Pit and the Pendulum: imprisonment, dread, fear of the inevitable.

The Masque of the Red Death: misfortune, gullibility, irony.

The Tell-Tale Heart: paranoia, guilt, confession.

The Island of the Fay: music, nature, life and death.

The Raven: omens, worry, sanity.

The Cask of Amontillado: betrayal, grudge, broken trust.

The Black Cat: hurt, abuse, secrets.

Annabel Lee: true love, death, beauty.

The Murders in the Rue Morgue: supernatural, mysterious, curiosity.

The Purloined Letter: blackmail, coercion, cleverness

A Dream Within a Dream: importance, running out of time, concern.

Ligeia: loss of love, mourning, delusion.

MS. Found in a Bottle: storm, ghost, lost.

William Wilson: doppelganger, jealousy, rivalry.

The Oval Portrait: artist, sacrifice, loyalty.

The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar: experiment, agreement, failure.

The Premature Burial: phobia, caution, obsession.

A Descent into the Maelström: bravery, survival, disaster.

The Gold Bug: omen, blame, searching.

Spirits of the Dead: supernatural, night, mystery.

The Angel of the Odd: curse, luck, messenger.

Berenice: loss, fixation, memory.

Eleonora: letter, confession, affection.

The Fall of the House of Usher: friendship, home, eerie.

Hop-Frog: revenge, humiliation, bullying.

Some Words With a Mummy: conversation, sarcasm, sense of humor.

The Imp of the Perverse: temptation, risk, instinct.

The Sleeper: rest, beloved, nature.

The Man of the Crowd: following, curiosity, fascination.

Mesmeric Revelation: enlightening, wonderment, universe.

The Spectacles: mistake, sight, expectations.

Never Bet the Devil Your Head: twist-of-fate, challenge, morals.

Silence - A Fable: dreams, symbols, nightmares.

El Dorado: obsession, hallucinations, lost in the woods.

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🏤 Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁 A crisp autumn evening, the smell of leaves and smoke on the air

🎹 Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪ A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳 A foreboding forest at dusk as the sun disappears

⛵ On the beach before dawn as remnants of a shipwreck wash onto shore

🍂 A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃 Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃 After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘 Driving down a long, dark stretch of road after taking a wrong turn

⚡ Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀 An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous plants

🌾 An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊 Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch-black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧 Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟 Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿 An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀 A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇 A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈 The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗 An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄  A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🌲 An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑 Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔ A rainy afternoon, running nefarious errands

☕ At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵 A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤 Dreaming of scraping nails against the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕 A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

🔮 A fortune teller who knows too much

🐈‍⬛ Magic, that's practical

👻 A mansion with a haunted history

👹 A museum at night

🕯 A seance

🍿 Scary movie night

🔪 The killer is here

😱  Spooky slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…)

☠  A cemetery or catacombs

⌛ An antique store

🏠 At home by the fireside

🍷 Go to a winery/brewery or cider factory

⛺  Rent a cabin for the weekend

🏰  A spooky vacation spot

😈 A cryptid encounter

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🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears

⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore

🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting

⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants

🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood

☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

🎃 - carve Jack o’ Lanterns 🍁 - go on a scenic autumn walk 🔮 - see a fortune teller 👻 - tell ghost stories 👹 - go to a Halloween store 🕯 - perform a seance 🌽 - go through a corn maze 🌾 - go on a hayride 🌱 - go to a pumpkin patch 🍿 - have a Halloween movie marathon 🔪 - have a horror movie marathon 🍎 - go apple picking 🤡 - go to a haunted house attraction 🎭 - be actors at a haunted house attraction 🥕 - go to a farmer’s market 🔥 - have a bonfire 😱 - play scary slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…) 🎨 - do a craft ☠ - visit a cemetery at night 🏈 - go to a football game 😈 - try on Halloween costumes 🌳 - take a drive to see the trees ⌛ - go to an antique store 👽 - talk about conspiracy theories 🌄 - go hiking

🐈‍⬛ Magic, that's practical

☔ - go on a rainy day walk 🥨 - make snacks for a party 🍬 - go shopping for Halloween candy 🍭 - hand out candy on Halloween 🥐 - cook some comfort food 😏 - play a scary prank 📚 - go to a library or bookstore 🎈 - plan a Halloween party together 🎉- attend a Halloween party together ☕ - go to a cozy cafe 📍 - sew homemade Halloween costumes 🎧 - listen to music together 🏚 - go poke around in a haunted location 🎪 - go to a creepy carnival 🏠 - sit at home by the fireside 🚂 - go on a scenic train ride 🍂 - rake leaves 🎫 - go on a tour of a spooky location 🍷 - go to a winery/brewery ⛺ - rent a cabin for the weekend 🏰 - spend the night in a spooky vacation spot

👿A world in which masks transform the wearer into the monsters they represent, in both appearance and behavior.

🤡A muse mistakes a monster for a person in a costume, then realizes they were wrong.

❤ An attractive, alluring stranger turns out not being human at all, and has evil intentions.

👥- Muse A meets a mysterious stranger, Muse B, at a masquerade ball, and feels unnaturally drawn to them.

😾A stray animal befriends the muse, but is actually a spellcaster in disguise (or a witch’s animal familiar).

🚘Our muses end up stranded in an unfamiliar town where the locals are murderously unfriendly, possibly even inhuman.

🎥Our muses are transported into the setting of the last horror movie either of the muns have watched.

👊One (or more) muses are invited to a private performance with no context, only to find out that it’s a gladiator-style pit where non-humans are being forced to fight to the death.

👹One of our muses works at a Haunted House and the other is coming through with their friends and – whoops, they got so scared they fell down and oh shit now they’re bleeding

🎃Someone thought it would be a good idea to fit their head inside of a freshly-carved pumpkin, but needless to say, it was not their best decision.

👨‍🚒Our muses thought a seance on Halloween night would be fun, but instead of summoning a demon, all they got was a fire hazard from 50 lit candles on the living room carpet.

🌕Our muses are supposed to go out tonight but it’s a full moon and one of them is legitimately a werewolf. So it’s another night of closed blinds and scary movies.

🤡Our muses both want the same costume/prop, but there’s only one left in the store and less than 24 hours until the Halloween party.

🕷Your muse thought it would be a great idea to play a prank on mine with a plastic spider/bug/rat, not expecting that they’d get punched in the face mid-flail.

👻Our muses slip into the cemetery right before the gates close and – whoops, looks like they’re locked in for the night.

🔮Our muses decide to see an obviously phony fortune teller just for fun, but turns out they said one of our muses will die in 24 hours and now that muse is inconsolable.

⚡One of our muses disregards all superstition or bad luck, but when lightning strikes and shuts off the power at midnight on Halloween night, it just seems a little too weird, you know?

💀Our muses decide to hang out in the cemetery on Halloween night, but somehow accidentally knock over a tombstone and could actually get arrested and/or cursed by the angry souls of the dead.

[ ] Explore ancient ruins where strange things have happened

[ ] Touch a supposedly cursed object

Horror Settings.

Abandoned farm

Small town

Country house

Woods

Cabin in the woods

Summer camp

Suburbs

Abandoned house

Abandoned factory

Apartment building

Abandoned theme park

Motel

Hotel

Store at night

Alley

Bedroom

an attic

a hospital

an old well

an elevator

a place that feels eerily familiar to you, like you knew it in a dream

an empty/abandoned room

a room you’re not quite sure you’re alone in

an embalming room

a funeral home

body freezers

an empty parking lot

the only other car in the abandoned parking lot

Old Victorian manor

Abandoned prison

Isolated snowy area (think the thing)

Sealed off bus/car

Mountains

Haunted/Abandoned ship

Deserted island

Space station

Farm

Airplane

Cliff’s edge

Forest

Abandoned city

Arcade

State fair

Fun house mirrors

Horror Scenario

waking up in a random room with no idea who/where/why/how you got there

A strange, beautiful flower that sprays lots of small spores…that you just so happened to inhale

a knock at the window

The shadow you see out of the corner of your eye

you’re home alone and there’s a knock at the door.

broken glass

You work as a mortician and you think you hear laughing coming from one of the caskets

The fallen woman

The lady of the house

You get a beautiful, handwritten letter from an old school friend, inviting you to come stay at their old, mysterious manor

A road that never ends

A road that takes you every place that you don’t want to go

Being followed

A guide on how to navigate a setting

Revisiting a distant memory

Lonliness

Suffocation

Revenge

Paranormal visitors

Seance

Stranded

Only (allotted amount of time) to escape before (bad thing happens)

Dealing with strange natural phenomena

Bad side effects of time travel

Something isn’t right about (setting). Something is off.

Absolute gore fest

Juxtaposition

Mad doctor/scientist villain

Dolls

Killer clowns

Autumn Situational Prompts

1.        Leaves crunching under your boots. 

2.        Morning air just a bit colder than expected. 

3.        The smell of warm cider in a mug. 

4.        Baking cinnamon muffins

5.        Pumpkin spice

6.        The harvest moon 

7.        Going to a haunted house

8.        Black cats crossing your path

9.        Heat of a fireplace on a cold night

10.      Crumbling tombstones

11.      Twigs snapping on the forest floor

12.      Trick-or-treating

13.      The call of an owl 

14.      Costume party

15.      Scary movie night

16.      Ghost stories

17.      Apple orchard

18.      A Victorian mansion

19.        Scratching at the door 

20.        Howling at the moon

21.        Eyes in the trees 

22.        Whispers from the shadows

23.        Murder of crows gathered outside

24.        Something’s under the bed 

25.        Fog rolling on an open field

26.        The only headlights on miles of open road

27.        Footsteps coming up quickly from behind

28.      A bathroom mirror in the dark

29.      Growls down the hall

30.      Wrought iron gates

31.      Friday the 13th

32.      A scream in the night 

33.      Blood washing down the shower drain

34.      Hot wax dripping on pentagrams

35.      Lightning over a castle 

36.      Torn stitches

  Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

Historical AU

Royal AU

Modern AU

Coffee Shop AU

Bar/Restaurant AU

Bookshop AU

Florist AU  

Hospital AU

Dance AU

Airport/Travel AU

Neighbour AU

Roommate AU

Detective AU

Bodyguard AU

Criminal AU

Prison AU

War AU

Circus AU

Summer Camp AU

Teacher AU

Dystopian AU

Space AU

Performer AU

Soulmate AU

Fairy Tale AU

Massage Fic  

Sick/Injured Fic

Proposal Fic  

Wedding Fic  

Holiday Fic  

Birthday Fic

Pregnancy Fic  

Baby Fic

Vacation Fic  

Bathtub Fic

Text/Letter Fic

Coming Out Fic  

Grief Fic  

Survival/Wilderness Fic  

Almost Kiss

First Kiss

The Big Damn Kiss

Dance of Romance  

Flowers of Romance

Chocolate of Romance  

Blind Date  

Not a Date  

Fake Dating

Fake Married

Arranged Marriage  

Accidentally Married

Marriage of Convenience

Mutual Pining

Secret Relationship  

Established Relationship

Awful First Meeting

Forgotten First Meeting  

Accidental Eavesdropping  

Interrupted Declaration of Love

Poorly Timed Confession

Love Confession

Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)  

Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple

Star Crossed Lovers  

It’s Not You, It’s Me

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies  

Character in Peril

Heroic Sacrifice

Flirting Under Fire

Locked in a Room

Twenty-Four Hours to Live  

Stranded on A Desert Island

Stranded Due to Inclement Weather

Huddling for Warmth

Bed Sharing  

Did They or Didn’t They?

In Vino Veritas  

Above the Influence  

Anger Born of Worry  

Green-Eyed Epiphany  

The Missus and the Ex

Second Love  

Intimate Artistry  

Married to the Job  

Innocent Physical Contact

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On

Aroused By Her Voice  

Erotic Dreams

First Time

Unexpected Virgin

PWP

Kink

Makeovers

Hair Brushing/Braiding

Sleep Intimacy

Scars  

Time Travel  

Curses

Magical Accidents

Accidentally Saving the Day  

*****

Trope Ideas

1. Enemies to Lovers 2. There Was Only One Bed 3. Fake Dating 4. Arranged Marriage 5. Meet Cute 6. Snow Means Love 7. Soulmates Across Lifetimes 8. Wrong Soulmate 9. Snowed In 10. Assigned Bodyguard 11. Oh No We Must Share Body Heat 12. Long Distance 13. Mutual Pining 14. Friends to Lovers 15. Childhood Friends 16. Sharing A Drink/Food 17. Making Food For You 18. Crossing Blades 19. Caught Under the Mistletoe 20. First Kiss 21. Spin the Bottle/Seven Minutes in Heaven 22. Caught in the Rain 23. It’s Okay If It’s You 24. You Make Me Calm 25. Missing Piece/You Complete Me 26. Accidentally Confessing 27. Purposefully Confessing 28. Single Parent/Child Caretaker 29. Immortal/Mortal 30. Vampire/Human 31. Demon/Human 32. Angel/Human 33. Angel/Demon 34. Werewolf/Human 35. Vampire/Werewolf 36. Gotta Take The Drunk One Home 37. Promises 38. Made It Just The Way You Like It 39. Knight/Prince(ss) 40. Red String of Fate 41. Drift Compatibility 42. Rescuing 43. Getting a Pet Together 44. Stay With Me Until I Fall Asleep 45. Wrong Number/Misfire 46. Not The Person I Fell In Love With 47. Darkness/Light 48. First Holiday Together 49. Moving In Together 50. Marriage Proposal 51. Old Neighbors 52. New Neighbors 53. Will They Won’t They 54. Kissing Scars 55. Secluded Vacation 56. Secret Romance 57. True Love’s Kiss 58. Barely Clothed For Some Reason 59. Fell On Top of You 60. Last Seat on the Train 61. Kabedon/Trap Aagainst the Wall 62. Ago-kui/Grab by the Chin 63. Grab by the Throat 64. Catch From Falling 65. The Bet 66. Delinquent/Good Kid 67. Repaying A Debt 68. Only I Can Kill You 69. Prodigy/Hard Worker 70. Magic/Non-magic 71. Taking Care of Someone Who’s Sick 72. Accidentally Engaged 73. Left Something Behind 74. Battle Buddies 75. Guardian Angel 76. Deal With A Devil 77. Always Love You 78. You Found Out My Secret 79. Spoiling Somebody 80. 81. Met On Vacation 82. What You Can Never Have 83. Second Chance At Love 84. Friends With Benefits Catching Feelings 85. Meet Again After Years Away 86. You Make Me Feel Safe 87. Star Crossed Lovers 88. Can Only Meet A Few Days Every Many Years 89. Don’t Underestimate My Partner 90. I’d Do Anything For You 91. I’ll Fill In To Be Your Partner 92. Will You Tutor Me 93. You Make Me Feel Free 94. You Are My Family Now 95. You Make Me Feel Young 96. Secret Pining 97. Trusting You With A Secret 98. I’ll Always Come Back To You 99. Nursing Your Wounds

*****

❝ Do you want to see something strange? ❞

❝ Do you want to play a game? ❞

❝ I see dead people. ❞

❝ You’re gonna need a bigger boat! ❞

❝ Do you like scary movies? ❞

❝ Congratulations. You are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. Not anymore. ❞

❝ Yes, ooo, ahh, it always starts out that way, and then comes all the running and screaming. ❞

❝ What an excellent day for an exorcism. ❞

❝ They look like psychos? Is that what they looked like? They were vampires. Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits ‘em. I don’t give a fuck how crazy they are! ❞

❝ Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? ❞

❝ I’m scared to close my eyes. I’m scared to open them. ❞

❝ Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep. ❞

❝ They’re all gonna laugh at you. ❞

❝ Be afraid… Be very afraid. ❞

❝ No one trusts anybody now, and we’re all very tired. ❞

❝ Where we’re going, we won’t need eyes to see. ❞

❝ Just leave me to do my dark bidding on the internet! ❞

❝ Get away from her you bitch! ❞

❝ When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. ❞

❝ Yeah some of our clothes are from victims. You might bite someone, and then you think ‘Ooh, those are some nice pants!’ ❞

❝ Have the lambs stopped screaming? ❞

❝ Come play with us, forever, and ever, and ever. ❞

❝ You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it. ❞

❝ Smile, you son of a bitch! ❞

❝ At the start I was like 'Oh no, I’m dead’. It’s kinda affected my friendship with normal people and my family and stuff. But the way I see it I have a whole new family who accept me for who I am, and I accept them for who they are…even though one of them killed me. ❞

❝ No tears please, it’s a waste of good suffering. ❞

❝ Sometimes dead is better. ❞

❝ People say you should always do the right thing, but sometimes there is no right thing. And then, you just have to pick the sin you can live with. ❞

❝ Meat’s meat, and man’s gotta eat. ❞

❝ It’s alive! ❞

❝ Take her, not me. ❞

❝ In space, no one can hear you scream. ❞

❝ This is not your grave but you are welcome in it. ❞

❝ The moment you die will feel exactly the same as this one. ❞

❝ There is more to the darkness than the inability to see. ❞

❝ Nobody gets what they deserve, not in this place, they just get whatever hurts the most. ❞

❝ Don’t you want to be fully consumed by what loves you? ❞

❝ May you find your rest where no shadows are passed, and no eyes see you slumber. ❞

Crashed costume party

Haunted house

“So… I think I’m haunted.”

“You’re a witch and you’re scared of a haunted house?”

“Are you seriously wearing matching costumes with your dog?”

“If you start singing spooky scary skeletons one more, time, I’m gonna make you one.”

Zombie outbreak

“Are those Halloween decorations? (Name), it’s September!”

“It’s spooky season bitches!”

“You know I could kill you in two seconds if I wanted to right?”

“What the fuck are you supposed to be?”

Finding a familiar

Turns out the monster in your closet has been protecting you.

A new villain comes to town just in time for Halloween.

(Insert character) is standing at the mirror when they hear a knock. They look at the window to see nothing and hear it again only to realize it’s coming from the mirror.

(Insert character) had an entity attached to them unknowingly for months. They only discovered it when strange marks began appearing on their skin.

(Insert character) finds out their roommate is supernatural.

Baking and decorating cookies

Halloween masquerade

Halloween scavenger hunt

(Insert character) and friends throw an epic Halloween party, but what happens when the clock hits 3 am?

“You swore that you could get us out of the corn maze, but it’s been an hour.”

“Ghosts aren’t real,(Name). Good luck convincing me otherwise.”

“(Name), no offense, but you’re about as threatening as a puppy.”

Bonfire and “scary” stories

(Insert character) unknowingly finds a love potion

(Insert character) shows up at your house covered in blood.

Going into the woods on a dare, you find something unexpected.

There are a bunch of Halloween parties on the same street, and (Insert character) stumbled upon yours by accident.

Leave piles

“Um…(Insert character), is that a dead body?”

Situational Prompts

trick or treating

haunted house

pumpkin patch

costume party

scary movies

handing out candy

carving pumpkins

snacking on candy

ghost stories

apple orchard

Dialogue Prompts

“No way. I am not going in there.”

“Let’s rake up some leaf piles!”

“What are you wearing?”

“Scary enough for you?”

“It’s starting to get chilly.”

“Do you want to borrow my jacket?”

“We can go pick some apples!”

“Apple cider sounds so good right about now.”

“Let me do your makeup.”

“We are definitely the coolest people here.”

“Did someone say ‘party?’”

“You look dead.”//“Thanks, I stayed up all night.”

“How much candy did you get?”

“You really outdid yourself, huh?”

“I don’t scare that easily. AH!”

“Be careful, they might pee themself.”

“Can’t go wrong with the originals.”

“Ghost stories? Don’t mind if I do.”

“Why do you have so many eggs and toilet paper—you know what? I dont want to know.”

“I’m you!”

“They’re not allowed to have knives.”

“You can paint your pumpkin instead.”

“Who the hell let you in here?”

“There’s definitely hay in my underwear.”

“Toothbrushes? Are you serious?”

“I’m just going to buy some candy.”

“You were already a witch before the costume.”

“Please tell me that’s fake blood.”

“Light some candles.”

“Pumpkin spice isn’t bad, you’re just a hater.”

“We should go for a hike!”

“I hope that’s just a scarecrow.”

“You’re not that scary.”

“I just want to cuddle by the fire for a while.”

“Let’s get couples costumes!”

“I can’t tell what’s scarier: you with the makeup or without.”

“Come on! You can’t just skip Halloween!”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“I want to go to the Fall Festival!”

“Nothing better than getting cozy with you.”

“Wait, no! Don’t go in/out there!”

“Apple or pumpkin pie? Nevermind, I’ll get both.”

“It’s bad luck when a black cat crosses your path!”

“Why is there so much fog?”

“No, you can’t use the lab to recreate ‘Frankenstein’s Monster.’ Who raised you?”

“It’s getting late, I should go.”

“I want to look at the stars for a while.”

“‘Halloween?’ What is this ‘Halloween?’”

“What are your opinions on candy corn?”

“Flannel and sweatpants? I like your style.”

Halloween/Autumn Prompts

“Wait, are you actually scared?”

“So I might have stayed up late watching scary movies and there’s something making noise outside. Can you come over?”

“I’m probably just going to stay up all night so the ghosts don’t kill me.”

“It’s a love potion! What could possibly go wrong?”

“I’m only a witch, not a miracle worker.”

“We only have to make it until sunrise, which is… seven hours away.”

“The ouija board says you’re a little shit.”

“Let’s tell ghost stories.”

 ”If you say let’s split up, I swear to god.”

“Did you hear that?”

“We shouldn’t be in here.”

 “The house is not haunted.”

“Why are you so determined to see this ghost anyway?”

“I dare you to go down there.”

“Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?”

“Holy shit, why is there no reflection?”

“The moon looks beautiful tonight.”

“What are you?!”

“No, don’t come any closer!!“

“I am centuries old. You need to do more than that to get rid of me.”

“Just one bite.”

“What’s that in the water?”

“Do you know what I am?”

“You look good enough to eat.”

“I thought I was the only one.”

“Would you like to join me?”

“I suppose my secret’s out.”

“Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?”

 “You can’t just say a bunch of words that sound like Latin and expect to make magic.”

“I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about.”

“How did you do that?”

“If you can’t wake up from the nightmare, maybe you’re not asleep.”

“Do you think keeping your eyes shut will keep you safe?”

“The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.”

“Your eyes, what’s happening to your eyes?”

“I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”

  “Did you know that no one has ever made it out alive?”

 “I told you I carry holy water around for a reason!”

 “We have to ask ourselves: what are magic’s limitations? Like, can it unburn my chicken nuggets?”

 “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m pretty sure we’re out of matches.”

“What is your greatest fear?”

“Do you dare me?”

“I don’t think we should go in there.”

“You won’t make it the night.”

“This was a horrible idea.”

“Nope, I’m not scared.”

“Oh yeah, I’m totally into cannibalism.”

 “Please don’t touch the human remains.”

 “The mayor has declared a state of emergency. I told you we should have left.”

 “Do you think it would be acceptable to jump into a pile of leaves right now?” “It’s always acceptable,” 

“Cuddle with me so i can get warm,”

“You know what would look good with that costume? Fire. Burn it.”

“Wow. Maybe we should stay home and have our own party.”

“I’m not a witch! Just a kind of bitch,”

“Honestly, you’re terrifying.”

“You look way too incredible to wear this for only one day.”

“You look like something that crawled out of hell and I love it.”

“I’m going to be seeing you in my nightmares. Thanks for that.”

“The leaves are the color of your hair,”

"Now, are you going to join me in the 24-hour horror movie marathon? It’s only five hours in,”

“Get the flashlight! We’re telling spooky stories!”

“Settle down, you’re safe now.”

“Who hurt you? WHAT hurt you?”

“I don’t know what it was that attacked me.”

“Did you see what they looked like?”

“Please, help me. I’m hurt.”

“All I remember are teeth and a whole lot of pain.”

“I was sure I was going to die.”

“I would be dead if you hadn’t found me.”

“What the hell was that thing?!”

“Oh god, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.”

“I don’t want to think what would have happened if you didn’t show up.”

“Do you have any idea what did this to you?”

“Was it an animal? A person?”

“It all happened so fast.”

“Stop screaming, I’m not the one who hurt you!”

“You’ll be alright, just calm down and tell me what happened.”

“I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“I’m not sure it was even human.”

“That looks like it hurt.”

“You’re not going to die. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.”

“You never know what might be prowling around out here.”

“Peach. I can eat a peach for hours.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

Make a wish, darling. I’ll do my best to make it come true.”

“You’re a bad boy/girl but I love you, so I’ll let you get away with it.”

“You’re dangerous with that.”

“Saddle up.”

“Where’s you sense of adventure.”

“It was worth the injury.’

“You taste better than fucking candy.”

❝ it’s halloween,  motherfucker. ❞

 ❝ did you see something move in the woods? ❞

 ❝ look,  a full moon! ❞

 ❝ hocus pocus or some shit. ❞  

 “Is that blood? Is that YOUR blood?”

❝ i don’t think that’s sex moaning. ❞ 

 ❝ pretty sure this place is haunted. ❞ 

“Do you… maybe wanna have a scary movie night?” 

“Can you say with honesty that you’ve never made agreements with a devil?”

“Can you light a candle or something?”

“I know a way to warm you up.”

 “I hate haunted houses. Why would I pay for someone to scream at me?”

“Magic like this is forbidden, and for good reason.”

“You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.”

“If you carve a dick on this pumpkin, I swear to god.”

“You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.”

“You look good enough to eat.”

“Be warned: what you’re going to see might terrify you.”

“This seems… dangerous.”

“I’ve never felt power like this before.”

“You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” “Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!”

“This is the last stop for miles. You won’t find another motel.”  

“I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about.”

“We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.”

“There will be a lot of screaming tonight.”

“The ritual begins soon. I suggest you prepare yourself.”

“Sometimes the world doesn’t need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster.”

“Men don’t fear swords. They fear monsters.”

“The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.”

“Why spill blood if not for the pleasure of it?”

“You don’t need a gun. Well, that depends on your definition of safe sex.”

“And you believe you know what it means to be a monster?”

“She’ll break your heart and I’ll rip it right out of your fucking chest.”

“Let the Games begin.”

“No way. I am not going in there.”

“Let’s rake up some leaf piles!”

“What are you wearing?”

“Scary enough for you?”

“It’s starting to get chilly.”

“Do you want to borrow my jacket?”

“We can go pick some apples!”

“Apple cider sounds so good right about now.”

“Let me do your makeup.”

“We are definitely the coolest people here.”

“Did someone say ‘party?’”

“You look dead.”//“Thanks, I stayed up all night.”

“How much candy did you get?”

“You really outdid yourself, huh?”

“I don’t scare that easily. AH!”

“Be careful, they might pee themself.”

“Can’t go wrong with the originals.”

“Ghost stories? Don’t mind if I do.”

“Why do you have so many eggs and toilet paper—you know what? I dont want to know.”

“I’m you!”

“They’re not allowed to have knives.”

“You can paint your pumpkin instead.”

“Who the hell let you in here?”

“There’s definitely hay in my underwear.”

“Toothbrushes? Are you serious?”

“I’m just going to buy some candy.”

“You were already a witch before the costume.”

“Please tell me that’s fake blood.”

“Light some candles.”

“Pumpkin spice isn’t bad, you’re just a hater.”

“We should go for a hike!”

“I hope that’s just a scarecrow.”

“You’re not that scary.”

“I just want to cuddle by the fire for a while.”

“Let’s get couples costumes!”

“I can’t tell what’s scarier: you with the makeup or without.”

“Come on! You can’t just skip Halloween!”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“I want to go to the Fall Festival!”

“Nothing better than getting cozy with you.”

“Wait, no! Don’t go in/out there!”

“Apple or pumpkin pie? Nevermind, I’ll get both.”

“It’s bad luck when a black cat crosses your path!”

“Why is there so much fog?”

“No, you can’t use the lab to recreate ‘Frankenstein’s Monster.’ Who raised you?”

“It’s getting late, I should go.”

“I want to look at the stars for a while.”

“‘Halloween?’ What is this ‘Halloween?’”

“What are your opinions on candy corn?”

“Flannel and sweatpants? I like your style.”

*****

Single Word Halloween/Autumn Prompts

Surprises

Abandoned & Haunted Locations

Celebrations & Food

Vampires

Dreams & Nightmares

Cryptids

Isolation

Mirrors & Doppelgängers

Witchcraft

Harvest Festivals & Carnivals

Darkness & Shadows

Angels & Demons

Pumpkins & Pumpkin Patches

Unsolved Mysteries

Possession

Trespassing

Rituals

Regrets & Unfinished Business

Werewolves & Shapeshifters

Candy & Treats

Ghosts & Spirits

Eldritch Horror or Wonderland

Black Cats & Bats

Deception & Disguises

Glowing Eyes

Autumn Leaves

Your Greatest Fear

Frost

Crisp Air

Falling Leaves

Pumpkin Spice

Corn Maze

Fairs

Whiskey

Hoodies

Scarves

Sweaters

Fireplace

Bonfire

Pies

Toasted Marshmallows

Fog

Blankets

Pumpkin Patch

Seance

Knitting

Apple-Picking

Touch Football

Tailgating

Leaf Raking/Leaf Piles

Farmer’s Market

Fall Festival

Bed & Breakfast

Renting a Cabin

Stargazing

Maple Syrup

See Your Breath

Flannel

Bonfire

Bloody Knuckles

Moaning

Blood Dripping From Lips

Dancing Under the Moonlight

The Hairs on the Back of Your Neck Standing Up

A Power Outage

Ghost Town

A Creepy Doll

The Roman Rituals

A Ouija Board

Thunder and Lightning

A Cluttered Basement

Flickering Candles

Cryptid Hunting

A Real Haunted House

Being flippant about being in a Real Haunted House

*****

Genre AUs

Action / Adventure

Comedy

Comedy horror

Crime thriller

Dark fantasy

Fairy tales

Gothic horror

H.P. Lovecraft / Cthulhu Mythos

Harlequin romance

High fantasy (castles and wizards and dragons, oh my!)

Horror

Murder mystery

Noir

Post-apocalyptic

Psychological Thriller

Romantic comedy

Safari

Science fiction

Slice of Life

Soap opera

Southern Gothic

War / Historical War

Western

Other Fandom AUs

Alice in Wonderland

Divine Comedy / Dante’s Inferno

Disney (just any Disney movie man idk)

Dracula

Fatal Attraction

Game of Thrones / A Song of Ice & Fire

H.P. Lovecraft / Cthulhu Mythos

Harry Potter

Hunger Games

Indiana Jones

Fairy Tales (Lil Red Riding Hood, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, etc)

Lord of the Rings

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

The Mummy

Pirates of the Caribbean

Phantom of the Opera

Princess Bride

The Conjuring Series

Silence of the Lambs

Stardust

Star Trek

Star Wars

Terminator

Titanic

Tomb Raider

Twilight

Underworld

Van Helsing

X-Men

Setting AUs

Ancient Egypt

Ancient Greek / Rome

Asylum

Carnival / Circus

City

Contemporary

Dystopia

Haunted House / Castle

Medieval Europe

The Old West

Prison

Small town

Snowed In

Utopia

Vacation

Victorian

1700s

1800s

1900s

Theme AUs

Adventurer

Aliens

Angels, demons

Assassins

Athletes

Band, musicians

Bodyguard

Boxer / Fighter

Bounty Hunter

Celebrities

Con artists

Hypnotist

Devils/Demons

Priest

Possession

Detectives

Doctor

Psychiatrist

Paranormal Investigators

FBI / CIA

Ghosts

Gangsters / mobsters

Lawyers

Magic & magic users

Magicians

Ninjas

Outdoorsy

Pirates

Vikings

Knights

Psychiatrists & patients

Mad Scientists

Royalty

Serial killers

Spies

Superheroes

Treasure Hunter

Vampires

Werewolves

Zombies

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A compiled list of alternate universe ideas.

Mob/Mafia AU (x, x)

Royalty AU (x, x, x, x, x, x, x)

Time travel AU (x)

Spies AU (x)

Coworkers AU (x, x)

Neighbors AU (x)

Library AU

Supernatural/Magic AU (x, x)

Bodyguard AU (x)

Prison AU

Hogwarts AU

Outer Space AU (x)

Firefighter AU (x)

Cop AU (x)

Lifeguard AU

Modern AU

Assassins AU

Rockstar AU

Soulmates AU (x, x)

(Post-)Apocalypse AU (x)

Fairytale AU

Historical AU (x, x)

Pirate AU (x)  

Superhero/Villain AU (x, x)

*****

More AU Ideas

BY ERA…

Dark/Middle Ages

Renaissance

Regency

Victorian

Old West

BY GENRE…

Aladdin / Arabian Nights

Beauty & the Beast

Cinderella

Hansel & Gretel

Peter Pan

Rapunzel

Rumplestiltskin

Sleeping Beauty

Snow Queen

Snow White

The Little Mermaid

The Prince/Princess & the Pauper

The Princess & the Pea

BY COUPLE…

Arranged Marriage AU

Aristocrat/Commoner AU

Artist/Muse AU

Author/Publisher AU

Chosen One & Sidekick AU

Complete Opposites AU

Doctor/Patient AU

Hades & Persephone AU

Handcuffed Together AU

Rockstar AU

Royalty/Servant AU

Soldier/Nurse AU

Soulmates AU

Professor/Student AU

Tourist/Native AU

BY CHARACTER TYPE…

Adventurer

Archaeologist AU

Assassin AU

Astronaut AU

Celebrity AU

Criminal AU

Dancer AU

Demon Slayer AU

Detective AU

Double Agent AU

Explorer AU

Fallen Angel AU

FBI / CIA Agent AU

Fighter Pilot AU

Guardian Angel AU

Hacker AU

Musician AU

Olympic Athlete AU

Photographer AU

Priest AU

Private Eye AU

Revolutionary AU

Royalty AU

Tutor AU

Viking AU

BY MYTHOLOGY / LEGENDS / FABLES…

Atlantis AU

Don Quixote

Egyptian Gods AU

El Dorado AU

Fountain of Youth AU

Greek Gods AU

King Arthur AU

Norse Gods AU

Robin Hood AU

BY SUPERNATURAL / PARANORMAL ENTITY…

Angel AU

Demigod AU

Demon AU

Genie AU

Ghost AU

Mermaid AU

Siren AU

Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Zombie AU

BY HOLIDAY…

Christmas AU

Fourth of July AU

Halloween AU

Hanukkah AU

New Years AU

Spring Break AU

Thanksgiving AU

Valentine’s Day AU

*****

Ballroom Prompts:

❝  is this what you [origin/nationality/family] call dancing?  ❞

❝  then i will introduce you to some pretty young noblemen instead.  ❞

❝  allow him his fancy.  ❞

❝  but no warfare tonight, i trust.  ❞

❝  oh, dear me, i’m no dancer, let me find a better partner for you.  ❞

❝  i can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance.  ❞

❝  will you please come and set an example for your companions?  ❞

❝  would you take a drink with me?  ❞

❝  i may not be [name], but may i dance with you?  ❞

❝  may i have a waltz?  ❞

❝  have some more wine, my wine.  ❞

❝  take a dance in the garden, my garden.  ❞

❝  the pretty young noblewomen of [place/family] would delight to have you paw at them.  ❞

❝  but if i were to become a woman with half your grace and beauty, [name]… i would be proud and happy.  ❞

❝  you look… as lovely as ever, [name].  ❞

❝  it’s a relaxation to dance with you, [name].  ❞

❝  i’ll save you the third dance just because it’s your first ball.  ❞

❝  he has the strength of an ox. and sadly the grace of an ox as well.  ❞

❝  the whole party is here to help my father prepare for the party.  ❞

❝  you and your idiot matchmaking.  ❞

❝  you have shown yourself to be a fine dancer, despite all your protests.  ❞

❝  do you not dance, mr. [name]?  ❞

❝  though i am an old married man, i would enjoy dancing with [you/name].  ❞

❝  will you stay for the [name/celebration] ball, [name]?  ❞

❝  oh, isn’t this room just like a fairyland?  ❞

❝  tonight is for celebrations.  ❞

❝  how do you like my hair?  i did it myself.  ❞

❝  oh, i had the most wonderful time!  it was out of a dream—  ❞

❝  where do you want to be taken?  ❞

❝  if i may have the pleasure, will you join me in a [dance]?  ❞

❝  she hates us both. hardly a reason for courtship, surely.  ❞

❝  you fear for the constancy of your lover’s affections?  ❞

❝  put on your best finery, [name]. your most beautiful dress. you’re coming with me.  ❞

❝  it’s the last dance.  ❞

❝  there is a response to such an insult. but it would not be appropriate here.  ❞

❝  if i may be so bold, i would ask for your advice.  ❞

❝  i would dance with you, if you will ask me.  ❞

❝  sprezzatura. i have heard it means ‘ the effortless display of grace ’.  ❞

❝  i see no evidence of sprezzatura.  ❞

❝  i care nothing for your pretty young noblewomen.  ❞

❝  if you will be my partner, [name].  ❞

❝  it would not be improper for us to dance.  ❞

❝  [name] told me she does not mean to dance this evening, but i do see a young lady whom i should like to see dancing.  ❞

❝  i dare say, but if i’m not to dance with you, i’m getting out of this operetta and going home.  ❞

❝  i come with some admirable qualities.  ❞

❝  [name] looks quite entrancing, does she not?  ❞

sad spicy prompts 

“ kiss the pain away. “

“ kiss me until it doesn't hurt anymore. “

“ i don't know about this... “

“ i'm just not sure if this is what you need right now... “

“ i need you to screw me to oblivion. “

“ i've never cried while having sex before. “

“ sex is good. sex is right. sex is what i need right now. “

“ missionary hug position? “ “ you... what do you mean by that? “

“ you're not crying because of me, right? “

“ does this feel good? “ “ no, i still feel like shit. “

“ are you absolutely sure this is what you need right now? “

“ it's not your fault i'm crying. “ “ oh thank god... “

“ you're so beautiful... even when you're crying. “

“ we're both wrecks. but the sex is good. “

“ sex is gonna make me feel good. “ “ maybe for a couple of minutes, but the pain will still be there when you finish. “

“ tonight is not about me. “

“ i've never seen you cry before. “ “ i'm sad for you. “

“ no, i don't want you to touch me. i don't want to lay here, and let your hands roam around my body while you're crying. that's just not right. “

“ can we forget about me for a second and focus on you? “

“ don't stop... please, don't stop... take my pain away... “

“ hey, let me kiss your tears away... “

“ i want you to be more gentle tonight. “

“ use me to get off. “

“ tell me where you need me to touch you. “

“ you're finished. “ “ but what about you? “ “ wasn't part of the deal. “

“ i told you. tonight is about you. you can make it up to me some other time. “

“ you need a distraction, i'll create a distraction. “

“ can we just have sex? i don't really feel like talking. “

“ this feels good. “ “ you're crying. “ “ yeah, but not because of you... “

“ my only purpose is to love you, through it all. “

“ you're crying. “ “ shut up. “ “ you really think i'm that terrible, huh? you've been faking this entire time? ;) “ “ shut up! :D “

“ i don't want any pleasure from you tonight, not when you feel this way. you'll finish, and then we'll go to sleep. “

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🌹Austen and Bronte prompts  🌹

“None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.”

“I have not the pleasure of understanding you.”

“Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue, must be its own reward.”

“I do not pretend to set people right, but I do see that they are often wrong.”

“Selfishness must always be forgiven, you know, because there is no hope of a cure.”

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”

“I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.”

“Better be without sense than misapply it as you do”

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”

“I would always rather be happy than dignified.”

“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.”

“Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.”

“I am not deceitful: if I were, I should say I loved you; but I declare I do not love you: I dislike you the worst of anybody in the world.”

“I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.”

“I looked with timorous joy towards a stately house: I saw a blackened ruin.”

“You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream.”

“I can feel no sentiment of approbation inferior to love.”

“It is not what we think or feel that makes us who we are. It is what we do. Or fail to do.”

“I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.”

“When I fall in love, it will be forever.”

“Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!”

"Time will explain."

“We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.”

“My idea of good company...is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company”

“Let us never underestimate the power of a well-written letter.”

“Reader I married (her/him/them)”

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.”

“How quick come the reasons for approving what we like.”

"There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison."

"When pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure."

"Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings."

"I was quiet, but I was not blind."

"A fondness for reading, properly directed, must be an education in itself."

"Let us have the luxury of silence."

"I was so anxious to do what is right that I forgot to do what is right."

"I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading."

"I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine."

"My good opinion once lost is lost forever."

"You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

"It's been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable."

"There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves."

"I have never been in love ; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall."

"She was one of those, who, having, once begun, would be always in love."

"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid."

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature."

"Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it."

"Beware how you give your heart."

"The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love."

"If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy."

"I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours."

"If a book is well written, I always find it too short."

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December Writing Prompts:

Day 1 - Baking || Vanilla, sprinkles, and chocolate flavored kisses.

Day 2 - Frozen Lake || Cold hands, Scarves, and Snow.

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, wam hands, and soft smiles.

Day 4 - Cozy Cabin || Patterned rugs, soft blankets, and warm baths.

Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined.

Day 6 - Blanket Fort || Fluffy pillows, movies, and snacks

Day 7 - Catching a cold || Tissues, savory soup, and cuddles.

Day 8 - Snowed In || Candles, snow drifts, and quiet.

Day 9 - Sledding || biting wind, cold noses, and laughter

Day 10 - Winter Market || Murmuring crowds, rows of stalls, and the smell of food.

Day 11 - Snowball Fight || Heavy breathing, footprints in the snow, and warm hugs.

Day 12 - Lonely || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire.

Day 13 - Warm Bath || Bubble bath, soft music, and gentle hands.

Day 14 - Homemade Meal/Cooking || Savory spices, hot meals, and family.

Day 15 - Sleigh Ride || Sleigh bells, foggy breath, and the smell of cedar.

Day 16 - Mistletoe || Warm lights, smoke, and friends.

Day 17 - Gingerbread || Icing on their cheek, smell of cinnamon, and playful kisses.

Day 18 - Sunsets || Golden hour, towering pine trees, and warm coats.

Day 19 - Movie Nights || Laughter, snacks, and cuddles.

Day 20 - Hiking || Rough ground, crisp morning air, and sunrises.

Day 21 - Sweaters || Cozy feelings, goosebumps, and comforting hands.

Day 22 - Unique Traditions || Smiles, acceptance, and making memories.

Day 23 - Proposal || Nerves, candles, and a tasty meal.

Day 24 - Holiday Traffic || Car horns, comforting words, and snow.

Day 25 - Lazy Mornings || Soft blankets, familiar arms, and the morning light.

Day 26 -Furry Friends || Shining eyes, the pitter - patter of paws, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Day 27 - Roasting Marshmallows || Roaring bonfires, laughter of friends, and gooey marshmallows.

Day 28 - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings.

Day 29 - Holiday Lights || Holiday music, bright colors, and joy.

Day 30 - Fireworks || Loud booms, sparkling light, and a breathtaking kiss.

Day 31 - Wild Card || write anything you want!

Dialogue Prompts:

“oh shit! The cookies!”

“I’m going to fall in my ass.”

“Are you a heater or something?”

“you get the blankets and pillows and I’ll get the snacks.”

“You’re freezing!”

“What are we going to do?”

“Woah - Woah! slow down!”

“Wow…it’s so beautiful!”

“If you throw that, so help me-”

“Want some company?”

“Are you just going to stand there?”

“So this is the part when we kiss?”

“hm, something smells good.”

“But-! Look how cute they are!”

“Please, just take it.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

Christmas/Winter Prompts

Scene Starters

Gingerbread house

Cookie baking/decorating

Christmas dinner

Christmas/winter party

Snow

Snowman

Snowball fight

Christmas tree

Gift giving

Presents

Present wrapping

Santa

Fire

Reindeer

Bells

Shopping

Cold

Ornaments

Lights

Eggnog

Christmas movies

Christmas music

Mistletoe

Curled in front of the fire

Peppermint mocha

Mint

Hot chocolate

Matching Pjs

Singing Carols

Decorating the Christmas Tree

Ice Skating

Sweater Weather

Grinch

Elf

Blizzard

Hat, scarf & mittens

Shoveling snow

Sledding

Ugly Christmas sweater

Dialogue Prompts

“It’s cold in here! Can you warm me up please?”

“It’s Christmas and I wanted to give this gift to you.”

“I usually hate the holiday season, but it’s a little more bearable with you.”

"You’ve had some brilliant ideas in the past, but driving through a snowstorm only to get stuck on the road has truly been your best idea.”

"I might’ve told everyone that you’re my date because I didn’t want to go to this Christmas party alone.”

“Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm.”

“Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

“I know we said no presents this year but…”

“Fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you — I love you.”

"This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

"Please just come to this New Year’s party with me.”

“You look adorable covered in snow.”

“Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”

“It’s our first holiday together.”

"How much mistletoe did your brothers put up!?”

"Did you spike our hot chocolate?”

“I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

"I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”

"Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” - “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing.

“Please get off the lake-the ice is too thin to skate on and I don’t want to have to jump in after you.”

"God, you’re shivering so much— just take my jacket.”

“You started this snowball fight, and now I have to finish it.”

“Is that my scarf?”

“You’ve never seen snow before?”

“Come sit by the fireplace with me.”

“I think the power just went out.”

“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to suck so badly at gift wrapping, but here you are.”

“If I freeze to death, I’m blaming you.”

"I have a confession- I hate Christmas.”

“I guess we’re stuck here until the snow dies down.”

“So, are you going to be my New Year’s kiss?”

"I need a lot more wine to get me through this dinner.”

"I feel like we’re in a cheesy holiday movie.”

“I can’t believe I got sick.”

“Uh…I think the lock is frozen.”

“t’s Christmas Eve and my ex turns up at my door.“

"I need some love.”

“We got snowed in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.”

“I hate the cold so much.”

"Best Christmas ever.”

“New Years Eve was supposed to be fun – instead we ended up in a prison cell. This is your fault.”

“You look so beautiful in the snow.”

"Who knew you were actually a decent baker?”

"I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

"I kind of got too drunk at this New Year’s party and I need you to pick me up.”

“That is the most hideous sweater I’ve ever seen, and yet, somehow, you’re pulling it off.”

"I told you to wear a bigger jacket.”

"It’s New Year’s. Of course I’m drunk.”

"How are you not cold?!”

"Don’t you dare throw that snowball.”

"Can I sleep with you?”

“Are you still mad because I ate the last cookie?”

"Oh, you’re so warm, don’t ever let go of me.”

"I can’t wait to spend another year with you.”

“Your hands are so cold.”

“You say mistletoe, I say mistlefoe. If you can beat me in hand to hand combat, then we can kiss.”

“You know, I don’t trust you when you say to come outside with your hands behind you like that. If you’re about to throw snow at me, I’m about to lock you outside for the night.”

"It’s too damn early for this holiday shit.”

“You’re a real Scrooge.”

"Will you make me a hot chocolate?”

"Just hold my hand, I won’t let you slip.”

“My snowman looks better than yours.”

“Do I smell burning?”

"Ugh, I’ve caught a cold.”

"You can’t go outside in this weather.”

"God, is our first kiss really going to be under the mistletoe?”

“I’m freezing my ass off.”

“Exactly how many candy canes have you eaten?”

"I’m your Christmas gift.”

“Merry Christmas!”

“Happy Holidays!”

“Um, I got you something.”

“You look cold.”

“What are you looking at?”

“Ho ho ho”

“Baby, it’s cold outside.”

“Is that mistletoe?”

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

“Here, take my coat.”

“It’s literally blizzarding outside.”

“You’re like my own, personal space heater.”

“Don’t forget the peppermint!”

“What the hell is that supposed to be?”

“I love it...” “No, no you hate it.”

“Are you wearing socks... to sleep?” “My feet get cold!”

“For the last time, Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!”

“You got a little something, right there.”

“Your hands are freezing.”

“Yeah, very funny, I slipped on the ice, asshole.”

“Watch out!”

“Can we just cuddle all day?”

“Looks like we’re snowed in.”

“Wonderful, stuck with you for hours.”

“That tree just looks sad.”

“Do we have enough decorations up yet?”

“Whatever you’re making smells amazing.”

“Just one more.”

“Do you have every Christmas song memorized?”

“Hey! That was mine.”

“i told you to be careful with the ice!”

“i saw you fall from the window, are you okay?”

“can you walk on it?”

“it’s okay, i think…”

“i can’t move it.”

“i’m fine, i swear.”

“you were outside for how long? without a coat?”

“get inside before you freeze to death..”

“you didn’t want to listen to me when i said you’d get sick. you should have worn your coat out in that weather .”

“i’m not sick because it was cold out. that’s just a myth.”

“you scared me yesterday, y'know? i thought you had hypothermia or something…i’ve never seen you like that.”

“alright i know it’s not that cold. c'mere and let me see something, you might be running a fever.”

“hug me?”

“babe, you’re shivering.”

“n-no i’m n-not”

“i can’t even move my fingers, it’s freezing.”

“give me your hands, i’ll warm them up.”

“why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“you were really excited about the snow so…”

“who breaks up with their partner on christmas eve?”

“let’s just stay in today and watch christmas movies, that’ll cheer you up.”

“i burnt my hand trying to take these damn cookies out of the oven!”

Merry & Bright

Snow | Northern Lights | Presents

Christmas Carols | Fireplace | Snowman

Books | Pets | String Lights/Christmas Lights

Blankets | Cooking | Traveling

Chocolate | Jewelry | Cold

Christmas Tree | Movie | Candles

Late Night | Love Language | Comfort

Decorations | Dancing | Spices

Mistletoe | Stuffed Animal | Snowflakes

Hot Cocoa | Crafts | Laughter

Antique | Secrets | Family

Ice | Ugly Sweater | Hot Spring

Winter Forest | Gingerbread | Hockey

Warm Bath | Sledding | Snow Globe

Pine | Snowed In | Sleigh Ride

Cabin | Storm | Quiet

Ice Skating | Stars | Getting Sick

Dressing Up | Nutcracker | Candy

Kissing Booth | Shopping | Eggnog

Popcorn | Alone | Santa

Traditions | CandyLand | Sunrise

Bells | Magic | Baking

Competition | Letters | Promises

Sewing | Warm Winter | Soup

Candy Cane | Homesick | Color

Disney | Celebration | Community

School Break | Resolutions | Ribbons

Time | Games | Memories

Champagne | Surprises | Roses

Reindeer | Fruit | Gold

Countdown | Glitter | Collections

starry night

baking

hot chocolate

scarf

music

snowflakes

joy

sweets

fuzzy socks

sleigh ride

stars

mulled wine

candles

books

ornaments

snowball fight

miracle

christmas market

apron

coming home

wrapping paper

christmas tree

fairy lights

secrets

family

cookies

reunions

snowman

wishes

silence

fireworks

First Frost

Snow/Ice Storm

Snowed In

Playing in the Snow

Lost in a Storm

Frosted Windows

Piercing Cold

Icicles

Snow Fort

Rosy Cheeks

Walk in the Snow

Seeing Your Breath

Snowball Fight

First Time (a Winter Sport, Snow, Blizzard, etc.)

Quiet

Warmth

By the Fire

Bundled Up

Blanket Nest/Fort

Winter Clothing

Cold

Lights

Traditions

Hibernation

Hot Drinks

Cookies and Milk

Soup

Freshly Baked Goods

Gift Giving

Food/Feast

Winter Solstice

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 ,    updated .     ( a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   

001.        the seaside ,  as the     sun is setting     .

002.        a cabin in the middle of     the woods     .

003.        a home with a white picket     fence .

004.        a dark bus stop lit only     by street lights     .

005.        a dive bar .

006.        a funhouse’s room of     mirrors     .

007.        an office building ,      bustling and busy .

008.        the back row of an empty     movie theater     .

009.        a rundown motel room .

010.        a loud house party on a     suburban street     .

011.        a university lecture hall     during a class     .

012.        the rooftop of a very tall     building     .

013.        a great ballroom during an     elegant party     .

014.        a natural history museum .

015.        the wine cellar of a large     mansion     .

016.        an old school gym .

017.        a boisterous bonfire at     the lakeside     .

018.        an otherwise empty parking     lot     .

019.        a neon club filled     with throbbing music .

020.        the grounds of an empty     summer camp     .

021.        a large hedge maze ,      easy to get lost in .

022.        a derelict treehouse .

023.        a spacious ,      light-filled meadow .

024.        an underground illegal     fighting club     .

025.        an abandoned mansion .

026.        a cabinet of curiosities .

027.        an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.        an empty playground with     squeaky swings     .

029.        an extravagant greenhouse .

030.        the base of a large     waterfall     .

031.        a spacious walk - in     closet full of lovely clothes .

032.        an attic or basement     filled with forgotten things .

033.        the dark depths of an     abandoned mine     .

034.        the deck of a fishing boat     at night     .

035.        at home during a power     outage .

036.        a long ,  winding     road .

037.        the scene of a violent     crime     .

038.        a fork in a hiking trail     deep in the wilderness .

039.        a porch on a stormy     evening .

040.        a dusty antiques shop full     of relics .

041.        the street of an     unfamiliar city at night .

042.        between the tall shelves     of a rare book shop .

043.        an abandoned asylum .

044.        a brewery or winery .

045.        a mysterious trail found     in the woods .

046.        a stable of horses .

047.        a county fair at night .

048.        a rodeo .

049.        a garden bountiful with     flowers or produce .

050.        a childhood home or     bedroom     .

051.        the site of a horrible     accident or crime .

052.        a closed pool ,  after everyone has left .

053.        a home holding horrific memories .

054.         a drive in movie theater .

055.        a double-booked air b&b .

056.        a police station in the middle of the night .

057.        a violent storm warning .

058.        a lavish ,   invite - only party .

059.        a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

060.        a cabin in the woods .

061.        the underworld .

062.        a dusty ,   forgotten attic .

063.        on the set of a television show or movie .

064.        a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

065.        in an archaeological site.

066.        on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

067.        a place from a dream or a memory .

068.        a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

069.        ancient ruins .

070.        the morgue during an identification .

071.        an otherwise empty library     during a late research session .

072.        a place that feels familiar ,  yet you've never been     here before .

073.        a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

074.        a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

075.        a bar or tavern bustling with life .

076.        the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

077.        inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

078.        at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

079.        inside a very old house with very old haunts .

080.        inside a courtroom .

081     past the warning signs .

082     around a bonfire or campfire .

083     here there be monsters .

084     high on a mountainside .

085     inside a trendy coffeeshop or     bookshop .

086     on a road trip .

087     at a writer’s retreat .

088     under the stars .

089     a swanky restaurant .

090     on safari .

091     a picturesque beach .

092     a quaint village abroad .

093     in the fall foliage .

094     a crystalline winter dawn .

095     an expedition into the unknown .

096     a treasure hunt .

097     following a mysterious map .

098     off the map .

099     lost .

100     exactly where you were always meant     to be .

TRUTH OR DARE PROMPTS

TRUTHS.

😴 What’s the hottest sex dream you’ve ever had?

🪞 Have you ever been caught having sex?

🏕 When did you last have sex outside, if ever?

🍯 Where is the strangest place you’ve ever masturbated?

🚶‍♀️Have you ever accidentally walked in on anyone?

💥 What’s the wildest place you’ve ever had sex?

📲 Have you ever sexted anyone?

💦 When was the first time you came?

💭 What’s your favorite fantasy to pleasure yourself to?

📷 Have you ever sent a dirty picture to someone?

🍄 What is the most adventurous thing you’d want someone to do to you?

🦿 Have you ever accidentally injured yourself trying something new in bed?

👄 Who’s the most inappropriate person you’ve ever had a fantasy about?

🤳 Have you ever accidentally sent sexy pictures to the wrong person?

DARES.

🗿 Say something dirty to the person of your choice.

👻 Go find your old Halloween costume and put it on for me. Then, let’s decide what to role-play.

💄 Engage in foreplay with me for five minutes with one rule: You’re allowed to kiss me anywhere but my mouth.

💡 Turn out the lights and try to turn me on using *only* sounds.

📥 Go leave me an X-rated voicemail message right now and I have to listen to it in front of you.

🚿 Hop in the shower with me and wash my body, making sure not to miss any hard spots.

✋🏻 For the next 60 seconds, touch yourself like you’d like to touch me.

👅 Spell out a short, sultry message on my body…with your tongue.

🐒 Do your best sexy crawl.

🛎 You’re in school and you’ve been a bad student. For the next round, you’re in time-out on someone’s lap.

✨ Lightly trace your hands over someone else’s lips and whisper, “I’m coming, I’m coming,“ five times.

🍑 Someone gives you a back massage for one minutes while you’re blindfolded. If you like their style, you can choose to kiss them afterwards, but without knowing their identity.

🤠 Your partner has to ride you like a cowboy and you have to buck like a bronco.

🍆 Beg them to make out with you. They have to refuse. Keep trying to convince them in different ways for two minutes.

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Smut Prompts

Send me a word and I’ll write a drabble or starter about…

First - Our muses having their first time

Mouth - One of our muses going down on the other

In - Our muses involved in penetrative sex

Plunge - One of our muses fingering the other

Behind - Our muses having anal sex

Scratch - Our muses having rough sex

Voice - Our muses having phone sex

Pony - One muse riding the other

Beg - One of our muses denying the other their orgasm

Toys - One muse uses sex toys on the other

More - One muse has multiple orgasms

Play - Our muses roleplay in the bedroom

Video - Our muses watch pornography together

Speed - Our muses have a quickie

Blind - One muse blindfolds the other for sex

Worship - One muse worships the others body during sex

Control - One muse acts a the dominant over the other during sex

Perform - One muse watching the other masturbate for them

Watch - One muse putting on a show for their voyeur partner

Alone - One muse masturbating to the thought of the other

Bind - Our muses using restraints in the bedroom

Risky - Our muses having sex without protection

Motor - Our muses having sex in a car

Check-In- Our muses having sex in a hotel

Party - Our muses having sex at some sort of get-together

Nature - Our muses having sex outside

Pray - Our muses have sex in a house of worship

Sorry - Our muses having sex after an argument

Reunite - Our muses having sex after being apart for some time

Rub - Our muses take part in frottage/friction play

Slap - One muse spanks the other

Partition - One muse puts on their best lingerie to seduce the other

Passing - Our muses have a one night stand

Domestic - Our muses have a sensual night as a married couple

Honeymoon - Our muses have sex as newlyweds

Celebrate - Our muses have sex on a holiday

Caught - Our muse get caught having sex by a third party

Friends - Our muses are friends with benefits

Wet - Our muses have sex while submerged in water (tub, pool, etc.)

Coffee - Our muses have sex in the morning

Private - Our muses have sex in a closet

Math - Our muses have sex in the 69 position

Beast - One muse roleplays a pet or animal for the other

Veins - Our muses indulge in bloodplay

Create - Our muses have sex with the intent to conceive

Flowering - Our muses have sex while one is pregnant

Gasp - Our muses introduce breathplay to their bedroom

Lock - One muse uses a chastity device on the other

Whisper - One muse dirty talks the other

Liquor - Our muses try to have sex while smashed on alcohol

Influence - Our muses decide to try something  they read about/saw in a movie

Exposed - Our muses take part in exhibitionism

Warning - Our muses try some more dangerous sex

Silent - One muse gags the other

Past - Our muses have sex in a historical AU

Shame - One muse humiliates the other as part of a sex game

Doctor - One muse takes on the role of a medical professional for roleplay

Reflect - Our muses have sex and watch themselves in a mirror

Greed - Our muses have especially decadent or hedonistic sex

Strap - One muse pegs the other

Throne - One muse sits on the other’s face

Magic - Our muses have sex as part of a ritual

Feel - Our muses engage in sensation play

Soldier - Our muses play with a military/uniform kink

Holy - One muse belongs to a religious order, and the other seduces them out of celibacy.

Survival - Our muses have ‘glad-to-be-alive’ sex after a battle/cataclysm

Finale - Our muses have a final fling before a major battle/cataclysm

Heal - One muse offers sex to comfort their sick/injured partner

Goodbye - Our muses have one last night before breaking up/leaving each other

Slumber - One muse has a sex dream about the other

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SMUTTY PROMPTS BUT WITH SOME PLOT FOR EXTRA SPICE 🔥

1) our muses are undressing each other for the first time and sender notices receiver’s scars they’ve never seen before.

2)  our muses are undressing each other for the first time and receiver notices sender’s scars they’ve never seen before.

3)  our muses take a shower together to wash blood off each other.

4) our muses impulsively have sex after committing a high stakes crime together  ( murder, bank robbery, etc. feel free to specify  ).

5)  our muses have passionate,  adrenaline high sex after a battle/mission.

6)  our muses have been separated from each other by circumstance for a considerable amount of time and have sex for the first time since being reunited.

7) our muses were broken up and have sex after getting back together.

8)  our muses are broken up but have ‘one last time’ sex.

9)  our muses are in a fight and have angry sex.

10)  one muse uses sex to comfort the other one and coax in some vulnerability.

11)  one muse uses sex to distract and avoid vulnerability.

12)  muses clinging desperately to each other during sex,  holding each other close like they’re afraid to let go.

13)  one muse giving the other who is injured oral while they’re recovering.

14) one muse comes over to comfort the other one and it unintentionally turns into comfort sex.

15) one muse utilizes orgasm denial to get information out of the other  (  whether teasingly or in earnest  ).

16)  our muses are drunk/high and have some messy sex they don’t remember the next morning.

17)  our muses aren’t romantically involved but wind up having sex out of convenience.

18)  one muse accidentally stumbles on the other who is undressing, but they tell them to stay and seductively strip the rest in front of them.

19)  one muse fingers the other while they’re having an important discussion.

20)  one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock or strap inside while they do another task ( paperwork,  reading,  watching a movie etc.  ).

21) one or both muses have gone through breakups and have sex with each other to feel better or for revenge.

22)  one muse has sex with the other in exchange for a favor.

23)  one muse has little to no experience with sex and approaches the other more experienced muse to teach them.

24)  our muses are on the run together and have sex while caught up in the thrill of it all.

25)  our muses are enemies/rivals but a fight leads to sex.

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sexual tension prompts.

i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.

[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.

[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.

[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.

[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.

[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.

[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.

[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.

[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.

[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.

[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.

[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.

[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.

[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.

[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.

[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.

[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.

[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?

[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.

[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.

[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.

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PIRATE / A SEAFARER’S AESTHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS

Sentence starters meant to be used as roleplay prompts & sentence starters. These are from various sea shanties and songs that remind the author of the sea. Please feel free to change pronouns and words as needed!

“ never shall we die! “

” some of us died, but some are still alive “  

” turn the sails toward home! “  

” i had to shake myself to make sure you were really there “  

” who’s the one with the nut-brown hair? “  

"  fair and square, i surrendered there to your charms ”  

“  i’ve a heart to let, and no tenet yet ”

“  i’ve never seen anyone like you. ”

“ will you go, lassie? ”  

“  i’m trying to prove i have love in my heart ”  

“  my heart is wounded and forlorn ”

“ home is behind, the world ahead ”

“ still ‘round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate   ”

“ tomorrow we may come this way ”

“ let’s take the hidden paths that run toward the moon or toward the sun ”  

“  when you go, i fear you’ll never return again ”

“  my heart is pierced by cupid ”  

“  i disdain all glittering gold ”

“  my happiness attends you wherever you may go ”

“  i pray the day arrives when you’ll never roam again ”  

“ keep your feet fast on the land  ”  

“  when the sunset fell into the ocean, i would hold you for hours in the dark ”  

“  time is a dangerous enemy ”

“  take my hand. let’s go home together ”  

“  when i jumped in, you jumped in too ”

“  i’m a wreck of a ship tossed on the waves ”  

“  the night was yours and you were mine ”

“  i can’t let too many thoughts in ”  

“  you were once my true love ”

“  all the harm i’ve ever done was only to myself ”  

“  good night and joy be to you all ”  

“ i’ll swim and sail on stormy seas without a fear of drowning ”  

“  i’ll gladly ride the waves of life if you would marry me ”

“  no scorching sun or freezing cold will stop me on my journey ”  

“  my dearest one, my darling dear, your mighty words astound me ”  

“  i’ve no need for mighty deeds when i feel your arms around me ”  

“  i would keep you from all harm if you would stay beside me ”  

“  i have no use for rings of gold, and i care not for your poetry ”  

“  i only want your hand to hold, i only want you near me ”  

“  i am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves ”

“  your joy means everything to me  ”  

“  the winds that blow remind me of what is and what can never be ”

“  where the horizon meets the sea, there’s a land that i call home ”

“  come build memories with me in the starlight ”

“  you’ll remember the land you loved when you come back home again. ”

“  will i forever wonder why? ”

“  i promise i’ll remember you the next time i come here ”

“  what are these tears upon your face? ”  

“  soon you will see, all of your fears will pass away ”

“  you’re safe in my arms ”  

“  the ships have come to carry you home ”  

“  don’t say that we’ve come to the end ”

“  i’m tired and i think i want to go home ”

“  catch me if you think you can ”  

“  i’ll row to the edge of the world  ”

“  follow me if you dare ”

“  do you need it? do you need me to tell the truth? ”  

“  i’m not ready for this ”

“  my mother told me someday i would buy galleys with good oars and sail to distant shores ”  

“  if you had fought like a man, you wouldn’t be about to die like a dog ”  

“  kiss me like there’s nobody else in the room ”

“  i’m gonna put you in a song i write ”

“  see me now, a ray of light in the moondance ”

“  don’t ask me to follow where you lead ”

“  now you belong to me ”

“  i was never meant to leave ”

“  there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you ”  

“  if anything bad was after you i’d rip it apart with my bare fists ”

“  what’s this? what are you talking about? ”  

“  no one’s gonna hurt you, no one’s gonna dare ”  

“  come and dream the night with me ”

“  have no fear when the night draws near ”

“  don’t worry about times ahead, the future is unknown ”  

“  we can trust our love to guide us home  ”

“  i’ve seen your flag on the marble arch ”

“  love is not a victory march, it is cold and it is broken ”  

“  come, my love, be one with the sea ”

“  rule with me for eternity ”  

“  leave their souls to me ”  

“  your voice comes in like the tide ”

“  i’m scared of what’s inside my head ”

“  fear is suffocating me, i can’t breathe ”  

“  i feel like i’m drowning and sinking deeper ”

“  the people you love will change you ”

“  nothing on earth can silence that quiet voice inside you ”

“  the call isn’t out there at all, it’s inside me ”

“  i have crossed the horizon to find you ”

“  let it all burn down around us ”

“  i’m no man of honor, my guilt goes dark and deep ”  

“  i’ll endure you till my grave ”

“  i hear the voices telling me that this should be mine ”  

“  fear me or love me, it’s all the same ”  

“  just say the word, and i’ll let the world burn ”

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prompts for those with a reputation.

“ i heard you were back in town. ”

“ you’re not nearly as quiet as you believe yourself to be. ”

“ discretion was never as strong a suit for you as your… other, talents. ”

“ when they first said you were back, i thought they were delusional. now i worry that i’m the insane one. ”

“ they tell me you’re the one to go to for… well. my particular problem. ”

“ you were great. are great. but… you could’ve been legendary. ”

“ people are rather interested in making your acquaintance. ”

“ you know the police are still after you, right? ”

“ look at you. smirk and all, like we should be kissing your feet for existing. ”

“ you’ve gained quite the reputation, you know. ”

“ i’ve seen you. in the news… ”

“ is it true? what they say about you? ”

“ i don’t believe any of it. how can one person manage to pull that off? ”

“ i… i thought you’d be taller, for some reason. ”

“ you might tell me how you did it, some day. perhaps over drinks? ”

“ people would give their right arm just to have a chance at talking to you. ”

“ the entire world knows your name. and still, we whisper it. ”

“ you’re both renowned and a complete and utter mystery. ”

“ goodness. all the rumors about you, and you look… nothing like what i was anticipating. ”

“ everyone who’s anyone knows the story about you. but do we know the truth? ”

“ you really should hear some of the rumors about you. comedic gold… ”

“ well, the stories are obviously all fake. right? ”

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♥ fight sex / weapons ♥ { NSFW 18+ KINK RP STARTERS } kinks : blood kink,  breath play,  gun play,  knife play. more can be added on request.   add ‘+ reverse’ to reverse the prompt.

[ AFTERMATH ]:  after surviving a fight,  sender begins tearing at receiver’s clothes in the middle of the aftermath.

[ BITE ]:  while fighting,  sender bites receiver to get the upper hand  &  receiver moans.

[ CLOTHES ]:  sender uses their knife to cut off receiver’s clothes.

[ CUT ]:  sender uses their knife to cut receiver [ specify where ].

[ HANDS ]:  after being pinned,  sender grabs receiver’s hand  &  shoves it against them so they can see how wet  /  hard they are.

[ HILT ]:  sender inserts the hilt of their [ knife, sword, etc. ] into receiver.

[ MOUTH ]:  sender traces receiver’s mouth with the muzzle of their gun.

[ PIN ]:  sender pins receiver to the wall  &  puts their gun to the underside of their jaw  /  their knife to their throat before kissing them.

[ PRACTICE ]:  sender is showing receiver how to shoot a gun  &  can’t keep their hands to themselves.

[ ROLEPLAY ]:  sender suggests a scene where both muses are assassins or thieves after the same target.

[ SNIPER ]:  while on a mission,  sender pulls down receiver’s pants while they’re laying on the ground in a sniper position.

[ WIRE ]:  sender uses piano wire to cut off the sender’s breathing.

[ WRESTLE ]:  while rolling around  &  trying to get the upper hand,  sender pins down receiver completely.

WORDS.

❝ are you going to keep talking or are you going to do something with that? ❞  

❝ are you ready to give up?   or do we need to do this again? ❞  

❝ hit me one more time  &  see what happens. ❞  

❝ oh,  you like this.   you shouldn’t.   i could hurt you. ❞  

❝ open your mouth.   if you like it so much,  i’ll give it to you. ❞  

❝ say mercy. ❞  

❝ you keep looking at my [ gun / knife / specify ] like that  &  i might get jealous. ❞  

❝ you look so pretty letting me do this to you. ❞  

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battle prompts.

“ we can’t save them all! ”

“ come on, quickly! get up! we need to move! ”

“ …we need a diversion. someone needs to go back there, buy the rest of you guys more time… ”

“ no! we’re not leaving you behind! ”

“ i’m out of ammo. ”

“ you’re bleeding… ”

“ i actually can’t believe we did all of that with no casualties! isn’t that amazing? isn’t… [NAME]? ”

“ i can distract them. you get yourself and the others to safety. ”

“ no arguments! we don’t have time! now go! ”“ they still have the prisoners… we can’t abandon them. ”

“ no. not we. i can’t abandon them. you need to escort the others to safety. ”

“ you stubborn jackass, i’m not about to leave you alone out here! ”

“ you forget. we’re a team now. meaning, i watch your back, you watch mine. ”

“ didn’t think i’d leave you behind, now, did you? ”

“ i… i can’t move. i’m stuck. you have to go, you know this. ”

“ shut up! this is my choice, damn you! leave me here, i have my gun, i can buy enough time for you. ”

“ don’t. as always, my darling, time is against us. go. it’s alright. i love you. and i forgive you. ”

“ they’re not going to stop. we need to make our final stand. ”

“ well… if this is my last chance to say it… i love you. ”

“ no! no, get off of me, i’m not leaving them behind! ”

“ i won’t leave you here. i promise. i’m staying with you. ”

“ you know what needs to be done. okay? i know. i know. it’s alright. i’ll be right here with you. but you need to do it now. ”

“ no! i can still save them! ”

“ i’ve lost enough friends today. i’m not losing you, too! ”

“ it’s… it’s just a scratch? ”

“ come on… in what world would i not take a bullet for you? ”

“ you idiot… you… goddamnit, where’s the medic?! ”

“ i… i know this isn’t the right time nor place, but… that was really hot. ”

“ you cannot seriously be flirting with me right now. ”

action prompts.

( as always, “my muse” is the poster of the meme, “your muse” is the muse of the person sending it in, and if you’d like to reverse the roles, add a + to the end! so [ DROP ] + would be my muse collapsing, etc. )

[ DROP ]: your muse collapses with an injury after trying to hide it from my muse.

[ INTERCEPT ]: your muse takes a shot that was meant for my muse.

[ TRAP ]: your muse is captured by the enemy while my muse is in hiding.

[ KISS ]: believing that this is their last time together, your muse pulls my muse in for a passionate kiss before rushing into battle.

[ PULL ]: your muse pulls my muse out of the sight and range of on-coming enemies.

[ SHIELD ]: your muse covers my muse with their body to protect them from an attack.

[ RESCUE ]: your muse arrives at the last minute to pull my muse from the battlefield and into safety.

[ LOVE ]: their final moments believed to be nigh, your muse tells my muse that they love them.

[ TENDER ]: your muse gently begins to bandage my muses injuries on the battlefield.

[ EMBRACE ]: after believing my muse to be dead, your muse sees them alive and well, and races to give them a tight hug.

[ UNLEASH ]: your muse unleashes their power/weapons on the battlefield, resulting in a considerable advantage to their side.

[ WITNESS ]: your muse witnesses my muse unleash their power on the battlefield, resulting in a considerable advantage to their side.

[ FLIRT ]: your muse flirts with my muse while in the middle of a battle.

[ REUNION ]: our muses reunite after the battle, embracing one another and tenderly caring for their wounds.

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Fanfic Writer Asks

🍄How do you come up with ideas for your stories?

🍉Are you a pantser or a plotter?

🍒What genres/tropes do you find yourself using most often?

🥝Who are your literary influences, and have they shaped your own writing?

🥕What's your favorite fic you've written, and why?

🥨How do you overcome writer's block?

🍕What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic?

🌭Do you have any writing rituals to help 'get in the zone'?

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

🍭What's been your most challenging story to write, and why?

🍬What's a genre/trope you've never written, but might in future?

🍩What advice would you give to aspiring fic writers?

🌶How dependent are you on feedback, good or bad?

🥑What are you currently working on?

🍹How do you decide a story is ready to post?

🍊What's a story that changed significantly from its initial idea to the final draft?

🥠What's your approach to world-building?

🍎How do you prioritize which stories to work on when you have multiple ideas?

🌮How do you balance the desire to write for yourself versus the desire to write for an audience?

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Dark Academia Writing Prompts

A group of students stumble upon a hidden portal to a faerie realm in their college library. They slowly return from the faerie realm, corrupted.

A student uncovers a hidden society within the university's classics department. They are preserving an immortal being who used to be worshiped as a minor deity by the Ancient Greeks.

A secret society of faeries attend an Ivy League university, keeping their identities a secret.

A love letter exchange unfolds between two strangers who communicate solely through notes left in the university library. However, if they ever discovered each other's true identities, the romance would break, and they would be horrified.

A mysterious playwright's lost manuscript is discovered in the dusty archives, revealing a dark and twisted tale that mirrors real-life events on campus.

A cellist sacrifices everything, even their morals, to join an elite orchestra. It's the pinnacle of their career. However, they left one string untied, and it threatens to expose everything they did.

A professor's death sparks an investigation that reveals a web of academic rivalries and betrayal. At the heart of it all is a plagiarism case.

A history major begins to unravel a murder that happened 100 years ago on campus.

A witch disguises herself as a professor in the occult studies department, using her position to recruit students for a secret coven.

A psychology professor uses hypnotic techniques to explore the past lives of students. During the hypnosis sessions, a student reveals something awful that their past life did. Something that's had a profound impact on the professor.

A cursed painting in the university gallery comes to life at night. The characters within it seek the help of a talented art history major to break the spell. They work together to uncover what dark forces made this happen in the first place.

A professor's fascination with ancient folklore prompts a mischievous faerie to seek their help. The faerie asks them to help unlock an ancient riddle. The professor does it, fuelled by academic curiosity, but this turns out to be a huge mistake.

A group of history students uncover evidence of a witch trial that took place on campus centuries ago. One of the victims shown in the painting bears an uncanny resemblance to a current professor. As they investigate, it becomes clear someone’s trying to stop them.

A student journalist investigates a series of mysterious deaths linked to an exclusive literature club. The murders seems to be drawing inspiration from works of literature.

The study of a relic leads to mayhem when an ancient evil is brought into the modern world.

A rivalry emerges between two aspiring poets who will sink to depraved acts for the coveted position of poet laureate. They'll do anything to get that prize, including murder.

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Dividers Masterlist

[safarigirlsp]

Jacques Le Gris wips

Since I’ve gotten some asks about it and I’ve seen a couple other people posting their fic plans, here are mine! Plus, maybe it will keep me focused on cranking them out!

Knight Jacques - Taming of the Shrew esq action/adventure story where he’s acting as your escort and bodyguard, charged with getting you safely through numerous trials and adventures. 15-20k oneshot. This one will turn into more stories and a series like my Knight Kylo.

Exorcist Jacques AU - Reader taking a romantic getaway with a hot exorcist to investigate some macabre rumors! What could go wrong?!? 15-20k oneshot.

CIA/MI6/Interpol Agent Jacques AU - Think John Wick meets The Borne Identity with you thrown in the mix and being dragged along for the ride. 15k ish oneshot.

Vampire Jacques AU - Storyline pending. But isn’t he just perfect for a sexy vampire who’s been around since the 1300’s?!? Because it’s me, expect some Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Vlad the Impaler vibes!

Pirate Jacques AU - This one’s further down on the back burner but I do have a plot in mind if I decide to do it!

Timeline AU - Jacques is your handler for a trip back in time to rescue a mutual friend. But things are not as they seem.

Count of Monte Cristo AU - He is wrongfully accused of a heinous crime and sent away. You’re wronged as well. He escapes to find you. You both together to exact revenge.

I have a few ideas for some smaller oneshots with Knight Jacques. 3-5k size. Maybe 10k if I can’t control myself.

A romantic evening in the autumn forest.

An ambush during an outing.

A joust in your honor.

✅ Jacques giving you sword lessons, promising you a handsome reward if you can best him.

Halloween edition where Jacques finds a cursed signet ring during his travels.

Feel free to send any other ideas my way!

What are your ideas for any other ADCU Knights or Jacques Le Gris canon or AUs, ladies? Anything in the works? 💗 @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @mrs-gucci @babbushka @maybe-your-left

[mrs-gucci]

the AU/Plot form results are in!!

the AU & Plot poll is now CLOSED! thanks to all 86 of you that voted, I really appreciate your participation!! <3

here are both the characters and the winning AU/plot prompts paired together to form the beginning half of the five oneshots (possibly subject to change)...

CLYDE LOGAN + NO AU/CANON

JACQUES LE GRIS + HOGWARTS AU

KYLO REN + ‘RIVAL HITMEN HIRED TO TAKE OUT THE SAME TARGET’ AU

CHARLIE BARBER + ‘ONE NIGHT STAND BEFORE THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR NEW JOB AND OOPS THAT WAS YOUR NEW BOSS YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH’ AU

HENRY MCHENRY + ‘MALE STRIPPER AT YOUR BACHELORETTE PARTY’ AU

the next poll (genre) will be opening up soon, so make sure you keep an eye out for that!! :)

[safarigirlsp]

I love all the AUs I’ve found so far! Do you mind telling me What are you favorite AU characters and stories? Of yours and of other people? I want to start reading more of them.

Thank you! I love AUs the most personally. I would much rather write AUs for every character than write anything canon, honestly.

In general, here are some of the most prolific AU writers that I know. They’re all wonderful people too! You should be following them and reading their stuff if you’re not already. I’ll list my favorite specific AU stories below.

@babbushka @direnightshade @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @finn-ray-nal-beads @maybe-your-left @mind-p0llution @clydesducktape @safarigirlsp

List below the cut. There’s a lot because it’s me and also because I don’t mind putting my favorite AUs in one place. Note that my favorites, AUs or otherwise, are going to be primarily Kylo and Flip, with some Charlie and Clyde thrown in. These writers all have other characters and other AUs too, but those two are my favorite characters to read and write.

My favorite characters and stories of my own:

Gunfighter Flip

The Boss

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/639938206748590080/the-boss

Queen of Hearts

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/642239842461286400/queen-of-hearts-does-anyone-other-than-me-want-to

Knowing he’s in Love

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/643734808415076352/shannon-i-would-love-to-hear-a-ficletblurb-for

Modern Flip

Off with A Bang!

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/639020796001550336/off-with-a-bang-please-enjoy-my-contribution-to

Knockout

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/637397072878993408/knockout-this-winter-oneshot-was-based-off-this

Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/630270348902973440/i-love-your-writing-its-all-seriously-great-can

Flip vs Cupid

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/643102551748853760/flip-vs-cupid-how-about-some-special-valentines

Civil War Clyde

The Trade

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/652757843502563328/the-trade-the-trade-civil-war-major-clyde-logan-x

Adventurer Flip

Coming Soon!

Teaser

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/643701726768234496/another-idea-for-your-ficletblurb-how-are-we

Modern Jacques Le Gris

Witchcraft on Your Lips

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/661122014692737024/witchcraft-on-your-lips-witchcraft-on-your-lips

Knight Kylo

The Witch

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/632787553040449536/the-witch-this-was-going-to-be-part-of-my

Krampusnacht

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/636688122995933184/krampusnacht-how-about-some-nice-festive-knight

Heart Shaped Box

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/641944198820528128/heart-shaped-box-lets-start-february-off-right-by

Hitman Kylo

Fortune Favors the Bold

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/641616371752501248/fortune-favors-the-bold-here-is-the-second

Bloody Valentine

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/644288793887784960/bloody-valentine-lets-celebrate-valentines-day

Regency Kylo

Love & War

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/642838244285890560/love-war-valentines-day-always-puts-me-in-the

Regency Kylo in Love

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/643741295055110144/can-you-please-do-a-ficlet-with-regency-kylo-i

Sleepy Hollow Kylo

Outrun the Devil

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/633105972756381696/outrun-the-devil

Vampire Kylo

Is Your Soul for Sale?

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/631385200297918464/is-your-soul-for-sale

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/633213410135392256/is-your-soul-for-sale-part-ii-masquerade-the

Vampire Jacques

Belle Avocate

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/659809482520625152/belle-avocate-belle-avocate-vampire-jacques-le

Devil Kylo

Coming Soon!

Teaser

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/633902790125780992/im-still-in-horror-mode-and-writing-up-some-scary

Guardian Angel Kylo

Feathers

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/633352159269945344/for-the-phantom-day-lmao-i-cant-remember-exactly

Werewolf Flip

Bad Moon Risin’

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/633269854376509440/when-a-spree-of-horribly-brutal-murders-tear

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/634854282384015360/bad-moon-risin-part-ii

Dark Ben

Mirror, Mirror

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/629354384526065664/mirror-mirror

A Christmas Carol Holiday Special

Bah Humbug

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/638340707704307712/bah-humbug-this-is-my-version-of-a-christmas

Salem Witch Trials Charlie

Spectral Evidence

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/633598141460086784/spectral-evidence

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My favorite characters and stories from others:

Westerns, Gunfighters and Outlaws

Biting Dust by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/190368368687/biting-dust-masterlist

Next Time by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/633086165690580992/next-time

Gunfighter Flip by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/642011347355418624/safarigirlsp-said-i-cant-wait-to-read

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/643388509887102976/gunfighterflip-x-gunfighterrc-part-2

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/645790033686740992/gunfighterflip-x-gunfighterrc-part-3

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/644750837131968512/anonymous-said-silky-your-gunfighter-flip-is-one

The Spirit of the West by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/639971202044215296/the-spirit-of-the-west

Does It Matter If I’m Real Or Not? by @clydesducktape

https://clydesducktape.tumblr.com/post/649670430148444160/writer-wednesday-3

Fix What Is Broken In Us by @clydesducktape

https://clydesducktape.tumblr.com/post/652261059932127232/fix-what-is-broken-in-us

Desires of the Flesh by @cowboy-kyl0

https://cowboy-kylo.tumblr.com/post/649471683362701312/desires-of-the-flesh-masterlist

Western Fic List

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/640011087735046144/western-fics

Knights

To Reason and Faith by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/621378811362230272/a-one-shot-taken-from-these-two-asks-x-x-side

Barbaric Prompt by @direnightshade

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/630791971987996674/its-possible-this-idea-was-prompted-by-the-angry

You Don’t Have to be Gentle Prompt by @direnightshade

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/621497256436187136/would-it-be-possible-to-get-the-prompt-you-dont

Malocchio by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/652729174878027776/malocchio

Malocchio part 2 by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/659690444985352192/malocchio-part-2

Juicy by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/657488240166813696/juicy

Unforgivable by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/654957070448312320/unforgivable

Forgiven by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/658160211823132672/unforgivable-part-ii-forgiven

The Bear and the Maiden Fair by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/657791629509509120/can-you-tease-the-bear-and-maiden-fair-with-one-or

All My Stars by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/631897732269965312/all-my-stars-masterlist

Good, Good, Good, Better by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/630825350869467137/good-good-good-better

A Throne by Any Other Name by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/656166391888723968/placeholder-title

Fire & Ice by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/632817072982851584/fire-ice

Thunderstorms by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/620949000274821120/hope-your-weekend-is-going-well-id-like-person-a

Weak with Love by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/615947900478963712/p-nice-can-i-get-number-1-from-the-pinterest

After Battle by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/616493241965182976/can-you-please-give-us-something-on-medieval

Dirty Secret by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/613949681981063168/i-dont-know-if-au-characters-are-ok-but-if-so

Kylo Arriving Home Early by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/658347986754076672/as-you-know-im-annoyingly-deep-in-my-knight

Love on Me - Emperor Kylo by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/621511520211402752/love-on-me

Banquet with Emperor Kylo by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/621499769441992704/my-sinday-thought-is-for-the-emperor-kylo

Emperor Kylo Worshiping his Empress by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/621497234031296512/can-you-please-do-something-with-emperor-kylo

Larger Knight Fic List

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/639006995763085312/knight-fic-recommendations-knights-the

Pirates

Fathoms Below by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/642328371422969856/fathoms-below

Violent Delights by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/652183080430403584/violent-delights

Seafairy by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/634486966452453376/seafairy-intro

Kylo Ren but He’s Captain Hook by @ohiobluetip

https://ohiobluetip.tumblr.com/post/628032056566431744/no-rest-for-the-wicked-captain-hook

Anchors Away by @finn-ray-nal-beads

https://finn-ray-nal-beads.tumblr.com/post/631097823549620224/i-ask-you-on-my-hands-and-knees-begging-flip

His Siren Series by @finn-ray-nal-beads

https://finn-ray-nal-beads.tumblr.com/post/631715159209033728/just-a-1am-thought-for-you-you-sneak-onto-captain

https://finn-ray-nal-beads.tumblr.com/post/637512582927876096/jameson-whiskey-send-tweet-blowhole

https://finn-ray-nal-beads.tumblr.com/post/642613976620023808/i-meant-to-send-this-here-but-sent-a-message

No Rest for the Wicked by @ohiobluetip

https://ohiobluetip.tumblr.com/post/628032056566431744/no-rest-for-the-wicked-captain-hook

Never Shall We Die by @empressrenwrites

https://empressrenwrites.tumblr.com/post/631168825451249664/never-shall-we-die-masterlist-empressrenwrites

Thieves and Beggars by @beskarbabs

https://beskarbabs.tumblr.com/post/627462238151835650/chapter-one-where-we-will-well-roam-rating-18

https://beskarbabs.tumblr.com/post/627973013356347392/thieves-and-beggars-piratekylo-ren-x-reader-2

https://beskarbabs.tumblr.com/post/629722521534627840/thieves-and-beggars-piratekylo-ren-x-reader-3

Final Revenge by @mrs-gucci

https://mrs-gucci.tumblr.com/post/656632621130039296/final-revenge-piratecaptain-phillip-flip

Devils and Demons

You Trouble Me by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/636866128650665984/you-trouble-me

Luring you out by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/626333919973949440/hmm-au-with-demonkylo-where-he-uses-his-charm-and

Asking you to Join Him by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/626444542085857280/demonkylo-asking-you-to-join-him-in-the-darkness

A Full Confession by @kylorengarbagedump

https://kylorengarbagedump.tumblr.com/post/158645666248/a-full-confession-the-masterlist

The Fall by @In-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/649549944392450048/the-fall

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/649618827538300928/the-fall

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/651637053562470400/the-fall

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/652074039471439872/the-fall

Killers

The Apt Pupil by @iamakiller

https://iamakiller.tumblr.com/post/630250508853116928/the-apt-pupil

Necromance by @iamakiller

https://iamakiller.tumblr.com/post/629277915048230913/necromance

The Scavenger and The Scoundrel by @iamakiller & @direnightshade

https://iamakiller.tumblr.com/post/644325732083990528/the-scavenger-the-scoundrel

Murderer Flip by @ohdamnadamm

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/625761328860217344/murderer-flip-and-his-girl-catches-him-in-the-act

Nightmare by @ohdamnadam

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/646493040439115776/hello-my-dear-would-you-please-write-about-your

Unheard Voices by @mind-p0llution

https://mind-p0llution.tumblr.com/post/629212147418841088/unheard-voices-oneshot

Hits Like Ecstasy by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/629329475526590465/hits-like-ecstasy

Murderer Flip by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/628074127527411712/some-spook-morticia-and-gomez-morbid-creepy-super

Kylo as Jack the Ripper HC’s by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/632056721039343618/any-updates-on-your-jack-the-ripper

Serial Killer Kylo by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/630506324882522112/for-horrorfest-can-i-request-one-where-reader-is

Kylo Bathing You in Blood by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/630241877345665024/hello-idk-if-you-have-heard-about-elizabeth

Murderer Dan by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/631007177127149568/daniel-x-house-wifeserial-killer-reader-please

Warn Your Warmth to Turn Away by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/629012122205143040/warn-your-warmth-to-turn-away-pt-1

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/640211953817731072/warn-your-warmth-to-turn-away-pt-2-in-keeping

The Anatomy of a Killer by @iamakiller

https://iamakiller.tumblr.com/post/649549912973967360/the-anatomy-of-a-killer-17

https://iamakiller.tumblr.com/post/649633914169819136/the-anatomy-of-a-killer-27

https://iamakiller.tumblr.com/post/649733107571982336/the-anatomy-of-a-killer-37

https://iamakiller.tumblr.com/post/649814587751989249/the-anatomy-of-a-killer-47

https://iamakiller.tumblr.com/post/649907187954647040/the-anatomy-of-a-killer-57

https://iamakiller.tumblr.com/post/650005026796912640/the-anatomy-of-a-killer-67

https://iamakiller.tumblr.com/post/650101445610405889/the-anatomy-of-a-killer-77

A Good Reason by @adamdriverwriter

https://adamdriverwriter.tumblr.com/post/652291064359698432/since-requests-are-open-can-i-request-a-one-shot

Hide Your Smile by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/620139681890402304/hide-your-smile

Better Luck by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/630077652715356160/better-luck

Did Their Headlights Look Like Heaven by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/652104522734419971/did-their-headlights-look-like-heaven

Ready or Not by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/659768400510337024/ready-or-not

Bond Villain Kylo

Invitation Only by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/633339226335887360/invitation-only

My Agent by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/632610880661733376/my-agent

First Glimpse Last Looks by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/621674785995456512/first-glimpse-last-looks

Special Day prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/624124030102994944/this-is-a-line-from-the-man-from-uncle-that-i

Kylo Arranging a Play for You by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/624107804847980544/first-of-all-im-fucking-stoked-with-this-bvkylo

Kylo Giving You A Ring prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/624121166843576320/hello-darlin-for-this-beautiful-sinday-id

You’re Dangerous with That prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/624103712826245120/that-enemies-turned-lovers-prompt-list-is-great

Kylo Sneaking into Your Room prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/621681833245048832/i-have-a-thought-about-bondvillainkylo-that-i

Making A Wish prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/622926343329480704/i-hope-youre-having-a-great-sinday-may-i

Fixing His Bowtie Prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/656108710255558656/helping-bond-villain-kylo-with-his-famously

Taking Care of You prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/622924199636369408/happy-sinday-mrs-z-and-very-happy-birthday-to

Being Possessive of You prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/624130331431272448/im-seriously-excited-for-today-i-love-bond

Surprise Visit prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/624105600318603264/good-afternoon-i-hope-you-and-flip-are-doing-well

Taking a Bullet for You prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/630159088843718656/good-morning-i-love-all-your-stuff-about-flip

Where’s Your Sense of Adventure? prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/621677892331601920/im-also-very-very-into-the-bond-villain-kylo

Beach Day prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/621678996753612800/i-would-really-love-some-cheesy-bondkylo-on-an

Lawyers

Get You Off by @roanniom

https://roanniom.tumblr.com/post/643501800593440769/okay-but-1010-would-pull-hot-lawyer-in-by-his-tie

Beyond Reasonable Doubt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/641056867998679040/beyond-reasonable-doubt-ch1

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/647866829614841856/beyond-reasonable-doubt-ch2

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/649568117651013632/beyond-reasonable-doubt-ch3

A December to Remember by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/638154054537773056/a-december-to-remember

Change of Plan by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/643065350527827968/change-of-plan

Attending a Charity Event with Kylo by @babbuhska

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/636865902311309312/one-more-last-call-thought-for-you-given-that

Possessive Prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/189134192107/hi-there-im-having-trouble-sleeping-but-happy

Snowball Fight by @babbuhska

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/637718904109744128/this-might-not-be-specific-enough-to-hanukkah-but

Lawyer Kylo Masterlist by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/647496724916666369/lawyer-kylo-ren-masterlist

A Case in Need by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/631370554177454080/a-case-in-need-tall-dark-and-dangerous-its

Booze & Ice by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/634694868089864192/booze-and-icewhat-a-good-combination-from-the

Doctors

Kitten Series by @driversmutbucket

https://driversmutbucket.tumblr.com/post/628033469483810816

Burnt Toast by @contesa-lui-alucard

https://contesa-lui-alucard.tumblr.com/post/647401964972457984/burnt-toast-contesaluialucard-star-wars

Dr Ren Masterlist by @maybe-your-left 

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/647497099476385792/doctor-ren-is-here-to-heal-you-or-fuck-you-its

HIPPA Violation by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/628372159486672896/hipaa-violation

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/629710365479075840/hipaa-violation-part-2

Dr Ren getting the Covid Vaccine by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/645480088357519360/nurse-anon-here-i-just-got-the-vaccine-and-im

WebMD by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/640404220979380224/i-recently-found-your-dr-ren-stuff-and-i-love-the

Public Pound by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/641673997276381184/dr-ren-publicly-pounding-that-pussy-please-and

Size Kink by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/641524693124431872/i-love-dr-ren-can-you-please-write-some-size

You’re Pregnant by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/636724480820002816/im-in-love-w-doctor-daddy-ren-would-marry-him

Locker Room by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/642957643335548928/babe-can-u-give-us-sweaty-post-workout-blowjob

Workout Clothes by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/646825169063657472/i-dont-know-if-your-requests-are-open-or-not-but

Mobsters & Hitmen

You’re Mine - Mob Kylo by @contesa-lui-alucard

https://contesa-lui-alucard.tumblr.com/post/638314422396469248/youre-mine-contesaluialucard-star-wars

Releasing the Venom - Mob Kylo by @contesa-lui-alucard

https://contesa-lui-alucard.tumblr.com/post/639045183516852224/so-everyone-likes-to-write-kylo-like-a-big-sub-and

I Will Soothe You by @contesa-lui-alucard

https://contesa-lui-alucard.tumblr.com/post/646756425084846080/i-will-soothe-you-contesaluialucard-star

Strawberry Fields by @contesa-lui-alucard

https://contesa-lui-alucard.tumblr.com/post/648122993035362304/strawberry-fields-contesaluialucard-star

Each Eye - Mob Kylo by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/187380882612/each-eye-masterlist

Opera with Mob Kylo prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/620589793947090944/heeelllooo-i-saw-this-prompt-from-some-list

Paris Vacation with Mob Kylo prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/621022707891470336/hi-hi-i-come-before-you-humbly-with-my-first

Kylo Killing Someone for You by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/643618587424292864/mobau-kylo-for-the-friday-fic-fun

Watch Dog by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/649098788527538176/watch-dog

Boxers & Fighters

Flip Boxing HC’s by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/646664450734211072/i-saw-your-post-earlier-about-hcs-and-this-is

Flip Boxing HC’s 2 by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/648014125625180160/i-read-your-hcs-about-boxerflip-and-beating-of-my

Beating of My Heart by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/188302256957/beating-of-my-heart-part-12

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/182181333292/beating-of-my-heart-part-22

Boxer Kylo by @ohdamnadam

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/630842437828526080/boxerkylo-winning-a-fight-in-your-name-and-then

Boxer Kylo Aftercare by @ohdamnadam

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/651857856917798912/i-keep-thinking-about-boxerkylo-can-you-tell-us

Boxer Kylo Scar by @ohdamnadam

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/631000473587056640/boxerkylo-may-leave-the-ring-without-any

Boxer Kylo Origins by @ohdamnadam

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/630839321592741888/if-you-dont-write-boxer-kylo-im-considering

Flip and Underground Fighting by @leatherboundbirate

https://leatherboundbirate.tumblr.com/post/650665457232330752/may-i-request-a-fighting-hc-for-flip-please

Rockstars

Backstage Pass by @leatherboundbirate

https://leatherboundbirate.tumblr.com/post/647486976837255168/backstage-pass

Heroin by @leatherboundbirate

https://leatherboundbirate.tumblr.com/post/648443625069559808/heroin

Rockstar Kylo HC’s by @leatherboundbirate

https://leatherboundbirate.tumblr.com/post/648115750180093952/does-rockstar-kylo-have-any-songs-written-for-or

Lit Up by @leatherboundbirate

https://leatherboundbirate.tumblr.com/post/647761030288654336/lit-up

Movie Night by @leatherboundbirate

https://leatherboundbirate.tumblr.com/post/647014822446252033/movie-night

Pent Up Energy HC’s by @leatherboundbirate

https://leatherboundbirate.tumblr.com/post/648129429622636544/how-do-the-rockstars-release-pent-up-energy-when

Kylo being Possessive by @leatherboundbirate

https://leatherboundbirate.tumblr.com/post/648918188549128192/i-love-your-rockstar-au-and-possessive-kylo-do

Kittens Got Claws by @leatherboundbirate

https://leatherboundbirate.tumblr.com/post/648456509701947393/going-to-a-concert-with-flip-working-title

Regency Era

The Touch of Your Hand by @barbers-glimmerin-darlin

https://barbers-glimmerin-darlin.tumblr.com/post/641145933823885312/at-the-touch-of-your-hand

Regency Sackler by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/639350711325523968/okay-i-am-sitting-here-imagining-all-the-brushing

Kylo Ren but he’s Mr. Darcy by @ohiobluetip

https://ohiobluetip.tumblr.com/post/635814966390358016/kylo-ren-but-hes-mr-darcy

Just for Him by @samanthaaerynbarlowe

https://samanthaaerynbarlowe.tumblr.com/post/642747554622275584/just-for-him-kylo-ren-x-female-reader-chapter

How You Met the Viscount by @zimmermansbrat

https://zimmermansbrat.tumblr.com/post/647669861930221568/viscountkylo-previously-know-as-nobilitykylo

Proposal by @zimmermansbrat

https://zimmermansbrat.tumblr.com/post/650811740695740416/viscountkylo-the-proposal-backstory-p3

Wedding Night by @zimmermansbrat

https://zimmermansbrat.tumblr.com/post/644690798488715264/wedding-night-nobilitykylo-x-reader

New Viscountess by @zimmermansbrat

https://zimmermansbrat.tumblr.com/post/646413950161911808/life-as-the-new-viscountess-viscountkylo-x

All Tied Up by @zimmermansbrat

https://zimmermansbrat.tumblr.com/post/649265997799440384/all-tied-up-viscountkylo

Adventurers

Alright - Archaeologist Kylo by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/616518235064516608/alright

Special Day prompt by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/624124030102994944/this-is-a-line-from-the-man-from-uncle-that-i

Where the Currents Take Us by @mind-p0llution

https://mind-p0llution.tumblr.com/post/636142088761786368/where-the-currents-take-us-6

For Whom The Sun Shines by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/637239629081346048/for-whom-the-sun-shines-chapter-5

Fairy Tales

Happily Ever After by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/646219531503665152/happily-ever-after-part-1

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/646471254204907520/happily-ever-after-part-22

Prince Philip ficlet by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/643610457209503745/happy-friday-i-cant-wait-for-your-fic-ideas

Once Upon A Dream by @carloswilliamcarlos

https://carloswilliamcarlos.tumblr.com/post/620920630893805568/once-upon-a-dream-kylo-ren-x-reader

Blessings and Curses by @miraclesabound

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29344722

Wizard Kylo by @maybe-your-left

https://maybe-your-left.tumblr.com/post/641667014940852224/dealers-choice-69-because-thats-who-i-am

Reylo (By Request)

The Heartbreak Prince - Hogwarts AU Reylo by @kylorenvevo

https://kylorenvevo.tumblr.com/post/645494501542100992/chapter-34

Like the Rifle - Zombie Apocalypse Reylo by @kylorenvevo

https://kylorenvevo.tumblr.com/post/642783235443736576/chapter-iv

Your Boots Beneath My Bed - Western Reylo

https://earstwo.tumblr.com/post/638619075552133120

Mountain at My Gates - Werewolf Reylo

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/621701799461732352

In the Dark - Vampire Reylo

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/624850876246507520/chapter-9-see-something-you-like-summary-rey

Hades/Persephone Reylo fics

https://galacticidiots.tumblr.com/post/190147253699/do-you-know-any-good-hadespersephone-reylo-fics

Misc

Spellbound - Hogwarts AU by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/661256752098148352/spellbound

Fateful Ties - Hades/Persephone by @kylo-renne

https://kylo-renne.tumblr.com/post/169232959628/summary-kylo-ren-is-hades-ruler-of-the

The Frame Up by @clydesducktape

https://clydesducktape.tumblr.com/post/650319314252169216/the-frame-up

True North by @mind-p0llution

https://mind-p0llution.tumblr.com/post/649482756446978048/true-north-1

Young Gunner by @mind-p0llution

https://mind-p0llution.tumblr.com/post/646025664332546048/having-been-at-sea-for-months-during-the-vietnam

Flip in the Zombie Apocalypse by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/635947390821662720/zombie-apocalypse-how-would-they-survive-in

Distraction by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/646095368182005760/distraction

Dan Worshiping You by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/646483483441741824/ive-already-outlined-the-dan-flower-shop-au-so

What Am I To You? - Vampire Kylo by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/642560907895078913/what-am-i-to-you-intro

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/644200201274441728/what-am-i-to-you-chapter-1

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/645286926230896640/what-am-i-to-you-chapter-2

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/647999056694607872/what-am-i-to-you-chapter-3

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/651706741373976576/what-am-i-to-you-chapter-4

Bedazzled by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/636114478207991808/bedazzled-masterpost

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/652268799481053184/bedazzled-chapter-12

Love is the Bone and Sinew of My Curse by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/649180593858494464/love-is-the-bone-and-sinew-of-my-curse-intro

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/651798752863092736/love-is-the-bone-and-sinew-of-my-curse-chapter-1

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/660046632914731008/logan-lucky-x-practical-magic-with-a-generous

Little Red Riding Hood Jacques  by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather  

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/659408562047598592/i-cant-stop-thinking-about-your-little-red-riding

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/658026590033281024/little-girls-this-seems-to-say-never-stop-upon

Amortentia by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather  

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/651823317388509184/amortentia

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/653079353974996992/amortentia-part-2

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/653622356315619328/amortentia-part-3

Drill Sergeant Clyde by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/649282063873261568/silky-queen-of-the-aus-breaker-of-weddings

Winter Flowers - Mountain Man Clyde by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/645731590343884800/winter-flowers-part-1

How to Fall in Love by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/634589627862417408/summary-a-clyde-x-reader-fanfic-where-you-move

The Fall by @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather  

https://in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather.tumblr.com/post/649549944392450048/the-fall

Kylo Ren but He’s Rasputin by @ohiobluetip

https://ohiobluetip.tumblr.com/post/640803905371045888/kylo-ren-but-hes-rasputin

Kylo Ren but He’s The Beast by @ohiobluetip

https://ohiobluetip.tumblr.com/post/652320348499509248/kylo-ren-but-hes-the-beast

Carcharodon Carcharias by @clydesducktape

https://clydesducktape.tumblr.com/post/655923715725459456/carcharodon-carcharias

Across Time by @clydesducktape

https://clydesducktape.tumblr.com/post/633806936394153984/across-time

Evidence by @clydesducktape

https://clydesducktape.tumblr.com/post/643311219724435456/evidence-flip-zimmerman-x-femreader-sex-pollen

Kiss the Sky by @finn-ray-nal-beads

https://finn-ray-nal-beads.tumblr.com/post/637329796989419520/kiss-the-sky

Sexy Selfies - Modern Flip by @driversmutbucket

https://driversmutbucket.tumblr.com/post/642693397432418304/only-if-you-feel-like-taking-requests-id-love-to

Amortentia by @whatevermarty

https://whatevermarty.tumblr.com/post/649312780468535297/amortentia-master-list-chapter-one-chapter-two

Little Bird by @kylorengarbagedump

https://kylorengarbagedump.tumblr.com/post/190451997703/little-bird-the-masterlist

Mine - CEO Kylo by @daydreamsofren

https://daydreamsofren.tumblr.com/post/636165871560261632

Kiss Me - CEO Kylo by @daydreamsofren

https://daydreamsofren.tumblr.com/post/635826451466387456

Bad Kitchen Dreams by @okk—maaan

https://okk--maaan.tumblr.com/post/621570394936295424/bad-kitchen-dreams

Extracurricular - Professor Barber by @roanniom

https://roanniom.tumblr.com/post/645798647734337536/ohhh-issa-please-tell-us-more-details-about-your

Older Flip by @jynzandtonic

https://jynzandtonic.tumblr.com/post/644215050347937792/hi-z-first-im-glad-youre-back-and-i-hope-youre

Requisite - Professor Barber by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/645364636792815616/these-house-of-gucci-photos-are-too-much-i-cant

Specters and Sorry by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/645830773631582208/specters-sorry-chpt-one

The Purge with Sackler by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/627970216058650625/hi-for-horrorfest-can-i-ask-for-adam-sackler-and

With Departures There Is No End - Cult Leader Clyde by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/626926847988514816/direnightshade-with-departures-there-is-no

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/627024758346776576/with-departures-there-is-no-end-chpt-2

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/637041919939198976/with-departures-there-is-no-end-chpt-3

Mots Doux by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/648944771799334912/mots-doux-chapter-one

To The Wolves - The Shining Charlie by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/631529900599345152/to-the-wolves-chapter-1

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/632688419313762304/to-the-wolves-chapter-2

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/643644385843658752/to-the-wolves-chapter-3

Secret Service Ben Saving You by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/647726926259257344/happy-blogiversary-im-here-to-inquire-more

Home - Secret Service Ben by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/647898222152531968/home

Touch the Sky - Secret Service Ben by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/648259501433257984/touch-the-sky

Vampire Kylo Prompt by @direnightshade

https://direnightshade.tumblr.com/post/647095361091125248/thoughts-on-vampire-kylo

Desires of the Flesh by @cowboy-kylo

https://cowboy-kylo.tumblr.com/post/649471683362701312/desires-of-the-flesh-masterlist

https://cowboy-kylo.tumblr.com/post/649657609821044736/a-show-of-good-faith

https://cowboy-kylo.tumblr.com/post/650390804813299712/in-the-mouths-of-men

https://cowboy-kylo.tumblr.com/post/651300952222072832/like-wine-and-blood

https://cowboy-kylo.tumblr.com/post/652209698202943488/repentance

To Cast Out All Fear by @carloswilliamscarlos

https://carloswilliamcarlos.tumblr.com/post/647767043938058240/to-cast-out-all-fear-clyde-logan-x-reader

Beautiful Beloved - Titanic Kylo by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/186407194372/beautiful-beloved-masterlist

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/618608234617602048/hcs-for-a-picnic-or-something-similar-with-bbkylo

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/615956010449960960/good-afternoon-mrsz-may-i-please-have-01-from

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/620313629190995968/good-morning-zannah-this-is-a-line-from-the

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/614586553035079680/hcs-about-all-the-ways-the-lord-ren-from

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/649558338277916672/how-open-is-lord-ren-with-affection-and-pda-does

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/649478421194440704/it-would-be-so-cute-for-when-you-get-ready-for

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/649470425628311552/i-had-watched-a-documentary-about-aristocrats-and

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/649496845277593600/i-cant-wait-for-your-fox-hunting-one-shot

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/649500483940220928/if-want-my-horse-thoughts-lol-so-one-of-my

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/650747963949367296/mrs-z-what-do-you-think-about-bbkylo-being-so-in

Victorian Magician Kylo by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/616503633487462400/magiciankylo-this-could-be-set-any-time-but

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/643602379055480832/only-if-you-feel-like-it-i-would-love-to-hear

FBI Agent Flip by @babbushka

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/643798800317726720/for-your-fic-friday-idea-id-like-to-pitch-the

Bike Ride with Biker Kylo by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/612255404008865792/happy-sinday-please-if-you-can-write-about-biker

Visiting Biker Kylo at His Shop by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/639329790420254720/if-you-can-manage-it-can-i-get-30-such-a-needy

Biker Kylo Getting in a Bar Fight by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/613397896572829696/hi-could-i-possibly-get-the-prompt-youre-the

Hades & Persephone by @babbushka

https://babbushka.tumblr.com/post/643779654695698432/sending-you-one-more-idea-no-pressure-as-always

Modern Hades/Persephone HC’s by @tashastrange89

https://tashastrange89.tumblr.com/post/648201127411810304/what-are-your-headcanons-for-kylo-as-hades-we-all

Verdant by @starlightsearches

https://starlightsearches.tumblr.com/post/611134247159382016/could-i-please-request-a-hades-and-persephone-au

https://starlightsearches.tumblr.com/post/652544778297278465/omg-verdant-is-beautiful-would-you-please-do

Draluram - Mandalorian Clyde by @clydesducktape

https://clydesducktape.tumblr.com/post/645235366972063744/draluram-series-masterlist

Nadala Pirun - Mandalorian Clyde by @clydesducktape

https://clydesducktape.tumblr.com/post/647569975287185408/nadala-pirun

Alpha Mandalorian Clyde by @clydesducktape

https://clydesducktape.tumblr.com/post/638792719910731776/klesir-burcyan-isirir-series-master-list

Vampire Kylo prompt by @cas-backwards-tie

https://cas-backwards-tie.tumblr.com/post/644154407050706944/how-about-i-may-have-left-some-marks-with

Numerous prompts on Vampire Kylo and Werewolf Flip by @ohdamnadam

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/629559472695672832/im-thinking-about-some-alpha-on-alpha-aggressive

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/629124336777936896/that-flip-removing-his-flannel-gif-set-makes-me

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/626387905606254592/so-im-a-halloween-obsessed-deviant-and-a-slut

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/627652808252030976/revisiting-a-thursday-from-a-few-weeks-ago-lol

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/630185332377321472/flip-or-werewolf-flip-always-wanting-to-keep-you

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/630906601915695104/can-you-please-tell-us-how-flip-would-be-with-you

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/630272456188444672/vampire-kylo-ren-slowly-tracing-his-fangs-along

https://ohdamnadam.tumblr.com/post/649315817402597376/a-i-love-this-idea-of-an-abduction-and-fear-kink

Larger Fic List for Devils, Vampires, Demons, Preists, Witches, Occultisn, etc

https://safarigirlsp.tumblr.com/post/638564809272590336/hey-shannon-i-remember-you-posting-that-youre

[safarigirlsp]

Now that Gucci has come out how do you feel about Adam’s upcoming movies? Are you going to write for Gucci??

Hi!

I’m actually SO excited for all of them for different reasons!

In terms of strictly excitement over the movies irrespective of AD, I’ve been excited about The Last Duel since before he was cast in it! Being that he is the lead, makes me just rabid over it. I also think Gucci looks like a blast and I’m looking forward to that one too! I doubt I would see Annette but for the hotness in it lol. Primarily because it’s a musical, which is really hard sell for me. But that it looks insane and unhinged is a bonus for me. I enjoy weird stuff. That’s one that I would probably get a group together and go to watch as a dark comedy and laugh at lol.

In terms of purely aesthetic appeal, I’m obviously most excited for The Last Duel on that front too! Annette is next with that gorgeous hair in the beginning and his aversion to clothing lol. Gucci is not appealing to me on that basis, but more power to the people who are into him!

To answer your question about writing…

Jacques Le Gris is absolutely going to be a headliner for me for the foreseeable future!

I don’t know if Henry will be a regular, but I am working on two big oneshots for him that will for sure be posted.

I’m not personally going to write for Gucci, but my friend @mrs-gucci is going to be doing a great job writing for him and filling that niche!!

[safarigirlsp]

Different anon here, but do you have any reader endearments that Le Gris might use? My head is full of him today! And also, I know he is big and rough and mean but I just think he would also be so tender too with reader? Anyway swoon.

Also I would love if you wrote humor pieces, even like just HCs, about Uncle Jack!!! I’m dying at just the thought lol. 😂

Oh, I absolutely agree with you that Jacques is big and rough and mean, but that he would be great with you! He’d treat you like his queen, adoring and worshiping you!

I’m actually working on some big oneshots for him that I have partially finished. One is Knight Le Gris and one is an AU. They’ll both be big too. 15k-20k. I’m very excited! That certainly won’t be it for him! But that’s what I’ve had in the works before today lol.

What I’ve been using for terms of endearments so far have been Darling, Cherie, and Amour primarily. I’ve also thought My Belle would be nice for him and, of course, Beautiful, Gorgeous, My Love, Lovely are all in his vernacular! My Belle Cherie, or My Beautiful Darling is nice too!

He would absolutely treat you like his own Aphrodite or Guinevere!