#rochefort x reader

[bullet-prooflove]

This song reflects every time Evangeline looks in the mirror after Rochefort disfigured her. She's flourished under Aramis's love and Rochefort is just a distant memory.

[ghoulsister1]

His Treasure Rochefort x Reader.

Hurt/Comfort. TW: Blood. Physical hurting. Kidnapping. Don't worry there's a happy ending. Reader is Rochefort's love. Rochefort rescues you and kills your abusive captors. Musketeers come to help him. Cardinal is alive in this AU too.

Y/N is Rochefort's lover and she often spends time with him at the Palace or when he comes to visit her at her home. She is good friends with Constance and Captain Treville, along with the Musketeers. Though the Musketeers aren't fond of Rochefort, they care about Y/N very much despite her relationship with the captain of The Red Guard.

One day, Y/N does not show up at her and Rochefort's meeting spot and when Treville finds a letter addressed to Rochefort, the captain of the Red Guard discovers his beloved has been kidnapped and held ransom by Spanish spies who will kill her if Rochefort doesn't give them the money. Livid with rage and desperate to save Y/N, Rochefort rides out to rescue Y/N and punish her captors.

●Prompt: "You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now".●

You and Rochefort have been together since last spring. You met while on a visit to the Palace to bring your friend Constance some baked goods you made. He was handsome but stern and a little cold at first. But over time you saw his soft side, especially when it came to you.

A kiss on the hand, a warm smile, a little bow of the head and a smirk, those little things just made you blush and grow close. For Rochefort, he loved your gentle nature, how well-spoken you were though you were quiet and little shy at times but he found it endearing, along with your smile and personality. Soon you two grew closer until officially you were a couple.

Constance was not happy about it, but for your sake she tried to make the most despite her dislike of Rochefort. It wasn't easy, and it was more difficult since you were good friends with Captain Treville and the Musketeers, friends to you but not to Rochefort. But Captain Treville was a little more accepting, only offering you a word of advice.

"Just be careful with him, you've seen his temper flare before Y/N" Captain Treville advised. He wasn't wrong though, you had seen Rochefort throw a punch and run a sword through someone. You've seen his mood when he was angry at people. You understood. But you knew Rochefort would never harm you, he had said so himself one night as you two lay in bed, spent from your recent coupling.

His head laid upon your chest as you ran your delicate fingers through his long, blonde hair slick with sweat yet still soft.

"I know many people have told you to be wary of me, to watch for my temper and such" Spoke Rochefort, his voice low and soft. You frowned and looked down, still running your hand through his hair as he continued.

"Just know this mon ange, I could never, will never lay a hand upon you in anger. I couldn't, no matter how upset I am or get. You are dear to me, dearer to me than gold itself. I just wanted you to know that, you don't ever have to fear me" Continued Rochefort, pressing a kiss to your bosom. You smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"I know Rochefort, I know. I trust you. I know you'll never hurt me. Don't worry my dear, I love you Rochefort" You Replied.

"And I love you more, mon ange" Rochefort Whispered lovingly as you two engaged in a passionate kiss.

And so you two have been together for a quite a while now. Today was going to be a special day since the King and Queen were away for a bit and Rochefort had sent you a letter, telling you to meet him in the garden by the fountain.

"Dearest Y/N,

The king and Queen are away for a bit. Come meet me by the fountain today in the Palace's gardens. I'll be waiting for you.

See you soon, mon ange

Sincerely Yours,

Rochefort".

You smiled, wondering what Rochefort had planned for you two. You excitingly got dressed and went out, making your way through the streets to get to the Palace. Unaware that you were being followed.

It was the last time anyone saw you.

Rochefort stood by the fountain in the Palace gardens, gazing around at the scenery and beautiful flowers that were blooming. He was waiting for Y/N to arrive. He looked at the pocket watch.

"Still early" Rochefort Thought before putting away the pocket watch. He began to pace up and down, his head turning around at the slightest sound thinking it was Y/N. The mins passed but no sign of Y/N. Now an hour passed and Rochefort grew anxious.

"Where is she? She should have arrived by now! Where could she be?" Murmured Rochefort to himself. Thoughts flew around his head, the worst thought thinking she went away with someone else but Rochefort quickly shook that from his mind.

"Y/N loves me. She is faithful and honest. Now I'm just getting ahead of myself" Thought Rochefort shaking his head. Suddenly Captain Treville appeared.

"Waiting for someone?" Asked Captain Treville. Rochefort scowled at the intrusion, but Treville just stood there not bothered by the dirty look Rochefort gave him.

"On the contrary, yes I'm waiting for Y/N. She should have been here a little earlier but she's probably just talking to an old friend or neighbour" Rochefort Explained.

"Or she's done the smart thing and found some other Prince Charming" Treville Remarked.

Rochefort's eyes darkened and his mouth twisted into a snarl as he glared at Treville.

"Never. Y/N's an honest woman, she loves me and she'd never do such a thing! Never speak of Y/N in that way when in my presence again Treville!" Snarled Rochefort stepping closer to Treville.

Treville smirked. "Have your Red Guards seen her?" Asked Treville. Rochefort scoffed at Treville.

"You make it sound like she's incapable of looking after herself. She's clever and is just as fierce Treville. I think your precious Musketeers taught her a few things" Remarked Rochefort.

Suddenly one of the Palace Guards appears, letter in hand. Treville takes the letter but doesn't open it upon seeing it is addressed to Rochefort.

"Appears this letter is for you Rochefort" Said Treville handing him the letter. Rochefort took the letter and opened it. His blood ran cold when he read the letter and it's contents.

"Rochefort,

We have your puta here with us and she's in a frightful state. We plan to kill her but not before destroying her pretty little face. If you want her still warm and breathing, give us a thousand gold francs and your puta lives.

If you do not comply with our demands, we slit her throat. You have until sunset.

From Diego Ramirez".

Rochefort's blood began to boil and he clenched his fists angrily, crumbling the letter. His hands shook.

Treville noticed the change in Rochefort's demeanour and stepped closer.

"Rochefort?" Asked Treville, taking note of his trembling form. Rochefort turned to Treville and shoved the letter into Treville's hands. Treville read the letter before looking at Rochefort with a grim expression.

"This is very serious Rochefort" Admitted Treville grimly. Rochefort shook with rage.

"How dare they! How DARE they lay their hands on her! This won't stand!" Shouted Rochefort as he stormed off.

"Where are you going?" Shouted Treville. Rochefort turned and glared at the Musketeer captain.

"To get Y/N back from those Spanish pigs!" Shouted Rochefort and he stormed off to fetch his horse from the stables.

You sat in the corner, quivering. Your nose was bleeding, your lip cut and there was a bruise on your arm, cheek and stomach. They had kicked you, slapped you and beat you. You did try to fight back and managed to claw one in the eye with your nails, wounding one of your captors. You succeeded but were given a harder beating for it.

Your only hope was The Musketeers or Rochefort were on their way to save you. You closed your eyes and sobbed.

"Please, Rochefort help me" You Whimpered tearfully as you curled yourself up.

Rochefort reached the place where you were held, this Diego Ramirez was a criminal and was well known. The Musketeers along with Treville went along with him despite his insistence that he had this himself but ultimately let them join.

"I'll guard the entrance with Aramis, Athos you guard the exit with D'Artagnan" Instructed Treville.

"Me and Porthos will go inside" Added Rochefort. Treville nodded and the plan was set into motion as Athos and D'Artagnan snuck around to the exit, eliminating anyone in their path. Treville and Aramis secured the entrance and Rochefort and Porthos broke in, guns firing.

There wasn't many men so Rochefort and Porthos made quick work, Rochefort eventually finding the cell Diego kept you in. Unlocking it and freeing you, Rochefort was ambushed by Diego.

"Come to save your puta!" Shouted Diego.

"Spanish pig, I'm more than happy to gut you like one!" Roared Rochefort as he engaged Diego in a sword fight. You watched as Rochefort battled, his need to protect you on full display. Your heart warmed at that.

Soon Diego was disarmed and Rochefort pinned him down. Rochefort loomed over him and he noticed a scratch on Diego's eye, still bleeding. Rochefort looked over to you.

"Did you do that?" Asked Rochefort, smirking proudly at you as you nodded. Rochefort turned to Diego.

"You dare lay your filthy hands upon her? I'm going to enjoy running my sword through you" Hissed Rochefort. Porthos arrived to lead out. You heard Diego scream as Rochefort extracted his revenge.

That night you were returned to your home by the Musketeers and Rochefort. The doctor looked you over and reassured Rochefort, you and the Musketeers you had no broken bones or internal injuries.

Rochefort asked the Musketeers and Treville to stay if they liked and so they did though they were surprised.

"Change of heart?" Asked D'Artagnan.

"Rubbish. He's just worried about Y/N. Same as us" Replied Porthos.

"True" Added Athos yawning.

"Though we aren't on good terms with Rochefort, he seems to really care about Y/N" Spoke Aramis.

Treville nodded at that. "He does. He does" Said Treville thoughtfully.

You laid your head upon Rochefort's chest, his arms wrapped around gently but securely. You trembled a bit as your mind flashed with horrid memories. You felt Rochefort run his hand through your hair, soothing you.

"Rochefort.....I..." You Began but Rochefort shushed you gently.

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now" Rochefort Spoke softly.

You trembled a bit and snuggled closer to Rochefort.

"I was so scared" You Whispered. Rochefort's jaw clenched at that, seeing how frightened you were. He knew that fear, especially when he was in the Spanish prison.

"I understand Y/N, but they're dead now. And no one will ever hurt you again Y/N" Rochefort Whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled and kissed his chest.

"I love you Rochefort" You Whispered.

"I love you too, mon ange" Whispered Rochefort softly.

You are his treasure and he'll protect you no matter. And if he has to, he'd kill anyone who dared lay a finger upon you.

[terabyteturtle]

🩷 Lili De Rochefort SFW Alphabet 🩷

This will be the last request I'll be filling out for a while, as I have a lot of other writing endeavors that I want to work on for the moment. Hope you all enjoy this!

This was requested by a Wattpad user.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Lili is super affectionate! Whenever she greets you, she always kisses both of your cheeks. At first, you just thought it was a stereotypical French thing, but later on, you learned that it was just because she really liked you. Lili also loves resting her hand on your shoulder, your face, or your own hand, and when you walk together, she’ll hold your hand and stick by your side. She just loves being physically close to you—even the most subtle of gestures fills her with joy. Oh, and if you do something nice for her, expect to be smothered with kisses and wrapped into a bone-crushing hug (Salt is not jealous of you). Lili doesn’t care whether you’re by yourselves or among others; you’re her darling and nothing will change how much affection she gives you.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You know that one preppy, rich girl that’s in every high school dramedy? That’s Lili to a T. As a best friend, she’d gossip to you about everything. From school troubles to new grains in the rumor mill, there isn’t one thing Lili won’t weave into conversation. She’d also want to do everything with you, from going shopping to seeing movies to having the best sleepovers ever. If she’s bored and has nothing to do, she’ll probably video chat with you just to have someone to talk to. When it comes to folks she likes to hang out with, you’re second to none. It’s miraculous that you’ve managed to become friends with her in the first place, given how picky she is. She’s dramatic, overexaggerated, and often pokes fun at you when she feels like it, but she’s incredibly loyal and cares so much about you. Your friendship would probably start at the mall, with her complimenting you (which is rare for her) and giving you style tips in a way that doesn’t sound derogatory for once.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort you? Are they good at it or are they kinda awkward? How do they like to be comforted?)

To comfort you, she’ll hug you, run her fingers through your hair, and softly console you, saying whatever she thinks will make you feel better. When it comes to comforting, it’s kind of a 50/50 shot with Lili. Sometimes, her method works wonders and it seems like she knows exactly what to say. Other times, she’ll accidentally come off as sarcastic, or what she’s saying will sound shallow and rehearsed. In all honesty, Lili doesn’t always know what she’s doing, which can really frustrate her. She likes being in control of the situation, and when she doesn’t know what to do, especially when you’re experiencing emotional turmoil, she panics. Over time, Lili will eventually learn how to feel things out and respond straight from the heart, rather than overthinking and saying what she thinks is best. Now when the roles are reversed, it’s a different story. Lili loves to be pampered, and when she needs comforting, that increases tenfold. Give her whatever she wants, whether it be a snack or a kiss on the cheek, and give her the gushiest compliments you can think of. If she has anything she wants to rant about, listen. Don’t give her advice—just hear her out and be attentive.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Lili hasn’t really thought about settling down, especially since she lives in a million-dollar mansion with a butler to tend to her every whim. She’s never had to cook or clean a day in her life, as she’s always had servants to do it for her. So, if you guys ever settle down together, good luck—Lili barely knows anything. In terms of cooking, she only knows how to bake, and even then, she only does it for rare occasions. If you can cook, that’s great, but if you can’t, then you guys are gonna have to survive off of baked goods until one of you learns how. In terms of cleaning, Lili will probably ask you to do all of it for her, as she doesn’t want to ruin any of her nice clothes with dirt, dust, or cleaning chemicals.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with you, how would they do it?)

If Lili had to break up with you, she’d probably call you over the phone. She wouldn’t want to do it in person out of fear of potentially crying in front of you. While on call, she’ll try keeping her composure the best she can because although it kills her to do this, she doesn’t want to have a dramatic outburst. After all, Lili still has a sense of pride and refuses to let anyone believe they hold power over her in any way. If she doesn’t break it off in a dignified manner, not only will she fear that you’ll think less of her, but she’ll also be frustrated with herself for not having any nobility. Afterward, she’ll remain civil with you, but there’s a strong chance you won’t stay friends.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Lili loves the idea of getting married. Lavish or extravagant events of any kind make her excited enough, but receiving tons of gifts while being the center of attention? She’s completely sold. She’ll want to get married fairly quickly, but her father would rather have her wait until she gets older. Of course, Lili obeys him; as much as she wants to be a bride, she still respects his wishes. A wedding's coming eventually though, so be prepared for it.

G = Gentle (How tender are they, both physically and emotionally?)

With Lili, it depends on how she’s feeling. Typically, she’s sweet and gentle physically, but when she’s super excited about something, she might go a little overboard. Her hugs will be tighter and more forceful, and she’ll go in to kiss you so fast that it almost feels like a slap to the face. Emotionally, it’s the same way. Usually, Lili will be sweet, polite, and approachable, but if she’s feeling angry or stubborn, then things can go south pretty quickly. She’ll get sassy and harsh with her words, often saying things she doesn’t truly mean. Lili doesn’t mess around when someone makes her upset—if that happens, even if you’re the one who angered her, she will not hold back.

H = Hugs n' Cuddles (Do they like hugs/cuddles? What are they like? How often do they happen?)

Lili loves physical affection in every way, shape, and form. For hugs, she’ll always wrap both of her arms around your torso and, depending on your height, place her head in a certain spot. If you’re taller than her, she’ll press her cheek to your chest. If you’re shorter than her, she’ll rest her head on top of yours. When you guys cuddle, Lili will sit beside you and rest her head on your shoulder, making sure your arm is securely around her. Both hugs and cuddles happen very frequently, as you see her almost all the time. She always greets you with a hug, gives you one when she’s excited, or crushes you with one if you do something nice for her. Cuddles happen whenever you guys are just hanging out and chillin’ together.

I = I Love You (How quickly do they tell you they love you?)

She’ll say it within the first month of the relationship. Lili’s really excited about having a lover, as it means she has someone new to help spice up her life. She’s never been interested in anyone romantically for longer than a week, so being in a long-term relationship is a new and unfamiliar experience for her. It’s something that she’s really enthusiastic about exploring, so Lili will want to dive head-first into the relationship as soon as it goes beyond a certain point. Because you’ve been together for more than a few days, it must be true love, right? At least, that’s what it is in her mind. Lili first told you she loved you over a video call one afternoon. You guys were talking to each other, getting ready to meet up for a date, and when it was time to head out, she blew a kiss to you and said “I love you, bye!” in French. You had no idea what it meant, and she refused to tell you just to mess with you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Lili doesn’t get jealous with anyone except for Asuka. She’s very prideful and confident in herself, so she doesn’t really see anyone else as a threat. Asuka is the only exemption from this because, a while ago, she’d proven her strength to Lili by beating her in the fifth King of Iron Fist Tournament. The fighting heiress doesn’t get what you would possibly see in Asuka, but as her rival, she can’t help but have this irrational fear that your heart will suddenly belong to her. Because of this, Lili will try to keep you away from Asuka as much as possible, much to your confusion. Lili would rather die than admit she’s worried about her biggest rival, so you have no idea why she acts so defensive all of a sudden when she’s around. If Lili ever does get jealous (which, for the most part, is super rare), she’s 100% prepared to smack the hell out of whoever’s flirting with you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Lili’s kisses are usually on the softer side, except for when she’s super excited about something. They always last for a little while; even when she gives quick pecks, her lips linger for a little longer than they’re supposed to. Since she wears lipstick nearly all the time, her kisses will always leave traces of it behind. She loves kissing you on your cheeks and lips the most. Both spots are nice and soft, and they’re also perfect for leaving spots of lipstick as a friendly little reminder that you’re hers. As for herself, she loves being kissed on the hands and lips, as she feels those places are the most romantic. Lili revels in receiving special treatment, and kisses in those spots make her feel like a queen (even more so than she already does).

L = Little Ones (How are they around children and what are their thoughts on them?)

Lili’s not very patient with children, so she tries to avoid them whenever she can. To her, most children are barbaric and incapable of having manners. She’d rather be around people she deems more civilized. She doesn’t necessarily hate children, but it doesn’t take much for them to get on her nerves. For this reason, and a bunch of others, Lili isn’t interested in having any children. Her father says that she’s still young and might feel differently in the future, but her mind is made up. If you’d like to have kids, then you might be able to convince her to adopt, but she’s pretty adamant about her decision not to have kids of her own.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Rise and shine, you’re probably getting up early. If you’re sleeping over at her house, then you’re getting ready for school together in the morning. When she gets up, Lili always has the perfect Disney Princess-style awakening. She never feels drowsy or tired in the morning, always waking up with a smile on her face. You, on the other hand, are always awoken by Salt aggressively licking your face. Once you’re up and at it, Lili will help you pick your outfits, do your hair, and perform a skincare routine to make your face look like it’s glowing. As for herself, she already has everything laid out the night before, and she’ll straighten her hair even though it’s already straight. If her hair doesn’t look absolutely perfect, she’ll attack it with the straight iron. Afterward, you guys’ll have a lavish breakfast together with a hot cup of rose tea, and then Sebastian will drive you both to school.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?

Nights spent with Lili involve cuddling galore, with Salt almost always by your side. You guys typically watch TV or listen to music together, talking about whatever comes to mind. More often than not, Lili does all of the ranting while you sit there and listen, injecting your own thoughts every now and then. You’ve caught Lili just sitting there, staring at you, on several occasions. It’s very rare for the two of you to stay up late, as you both have school throughout the week. You’ll only attempt staying up late on the weekends, which usually doesn’t last very long as Lili gets tired quickly. Before going to bed, she’ll give you yet another skincare routine to do with her, one that’s entirely different from the morning one. As the relationship continues, she’ll start to expect that you memorize each routine, so make sure all those essential oils stay fresh in your mind.

O = Open (At what point would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or take their time with it?)

Lili is very open with a lot of things, so it wouldn’t take much time for her to start opening up about herself. There’s a lot that she’ll be honest about right off the bat, to the point where it almost feels like an information overload. On the first date, you barely even spoke because Lili had so much to yap about, not just about herself, but about other things as well. However, she does have an image that she likes to keep up, so she’ll withhold any information that she thinks will make her appear weak (up until a certain point, at least). Eventually, she’ll realize that it’s okay to be vulnerable with you, and you won’t judge her or think any less of her. If you did, she’d probably smack the crap out of you.

P = Patience (How patient are they?)

Generally, she's not very patient, especially not with those she dislikes. She's hard to please, and anything not to her liking will fall under the wrath of her sharp tongue. Unfortunately, with you, she’s not much better. Just because you’re her lover does not mean you’re exempt from her snobbish scoldings. If she's impatient or upset with someone, she doesn't care who it is---she's letting them know. The only person Lili has ever shown some semblance of patience to is her father, and even then, she often gets frustrated with him for not letting her fight. You love your girlfriend, but sometimes you can't help but wonder how it feels to have her be patient for once.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or kinda forget everything?)

Lili is so self-absorbed that you wouldn’t expect her to remember a lot about you. However, that’s not quite the case. Sure, sometimes she might accidentally mistake something she likes for something you like, but for the most part, Lili remembers your likes, dislikes, hobbies, interests, etc. She might forget some of the minor details, but she will always recall the major ones, and that's what's important.

R = Remember (What is one of the most important moments of your relationship?)

One of the most important moments of your relationship was when you met Asuka for the first time, which happened only a couple days after you started dating. Originally, with the way they were glaring at each other, you thought they were ex-lovers. Upon hearing this, Asuka looked disgusted while Lili just stood there cackling. “Oh please, mon amour, she's my rival,” said Lili. “I'd sell every piece of clothing in my wardrobe before I’d even think of dating her. Besides, I’d never go out with anyone who doesn’t have a sense of fashion.” While making a jab at Asuka, your girlfriend implied that you had a good sense of style. Considering your relationship was still fairly new at the time, that was probably the sweetest thing she'd ever said about you thus far. Lili would obviously go on to give you more compliments as time progressed, but this was the first genuine one you had received from her.

S = Security (How protective are they and how would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Lili is definitely protective over you, and she’s well-aware of it. If someone tries to bother you, she’ll be on the attack, coming up with tailor-made insults in the blink of an eye. In front of you, she’d rather destroy her opponents verbally as opposed to beating them up; she just doesn’t feel comfortable with you witnessing any violence at her hand, even if you’re totally fine with it yourself. Rest assured, though, Lili will always defend you the best she can if the circumstance calls for it. If things get physical, she’ll fight for you without a second thought. When it comes to her own protection, Lili feels safe knowing that you’re there by her side. For example, if she has a nightmare and feels threatened about something, she'll call you and either tell you to come over or tell you to stay on call with her until she falls asleep. Your presence is soothing to her; just knowing that you’re there is enough to make her feel protected.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

Because of how rich she is, it wouldn’t take much effort for Lili to do anything. She’s free to spend her money on whatever she wants, no matter how expensive it is. Luckily for you, that also includes dates, anniversaries, and gifts. And to top it all off, Lili doesn’t have to work for any of it because she already has it all at her disposal. So whenever Lili’s planning something for the two of you, expect her to go all out. She’ll book the fanciest of restaurants or the most scenic park reserves not out of necessity, but just because she can. Oh, and don't worry about how you're gonna get there; Sebastian will do all the driving in the Rochefort family limo. And while you sit there in shock and awe, Lili will just act like this is an everyday thing (because for her, it is). When she gives you gifts, they’re always super expensive; you aren’t even sure you should accept them half the time. If there’s something in particular you want, she’ll buy you the most expensive variant of it. It’s her way of showing you how much she values you; she feels her lover should only get the best of the best.

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

Lili has a tendency of being dismissive of everyone's feelings but her own, and no matter what, she always has to get her way. If she doesn’t, she gets very frustrated and lashes out with nasty comments. She always ends up apologizing afterwards, and you know she doesn’t really mean it, but it still hurts.

V = Values (What do they value in a partner?)

Lili values someone she can spend time with. After school, she doesn’t really have much going on, so someone she can hang out with and talk to means a lot to her. She also likes those who’re laid-back and easygoing, as she finds them easier to be around. Lili’s hard to please and she knows it, so someone who goes with the flow and doesn’t mind doing whatever she wants is a must. However, she also needs someone with a backbone who isn’t afraid to stand up for themselves. She might hate it initially, but eventually she’ll realize the error of her ways and thank you for it later. Lili’s so used to just getting what she wants that she rarely gets resistance from anyone, so having someone who will stand up for themselves will teach her some important life lessons.

W = Wedding (How are they on the big day? How do they help plan it out? Are they emotional or stoic?)

Lili is absolutely thrilled on the big day! A huge event that revolves around her? And you get special attention as well? Yes, please. The whole thing is one big treat for her, and she loves every second of it. She’ll plan out everything with the biggest smile on her face, and you won’t have to worry about a thing. She wants the day to be absolutely perfect and will only order top-notch stuff. Every now and then, you’ll have to pitch in your own ideas just to remind her that it isn’t just her wedding. When the day finally comes, and the two of you are standing at the altar, she’s a bucket of joy. She’ll be smiling ear-to-ear, standing proud and proper in the finest silk bridal gown you’ve ever seen. As the officiant delivers their sermons, Lili keeps her composure very well, but on the inside, she’s anxious to just cut to the case and kiss you already.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

She used to hire a photographer to take pictures of her for social media, but why waste money on that now that she has you? You’re taking her photos now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they can't stand, both in a partner and in general?)

As previously established, Lili’s a very picky person, so naturally there are a lot of things about others that she doesn’t like. However, there are three types of people she absolutely can not stand. First of all, Lili has no tolerance for anyone like herself. It’s fine if she can be arrogant, but anyone else who tries to flaunt or flex excessively will irritate her. Secondly, people with sharp tongues and thick skin also annoy her. If she can’t make them feel inferior, then she almost feels as though she’s failed (at what, you can’t really understand). Finally, Lili hates when people don’t practice basic personal hygiene. She just doesn’t understand how people can’t properly take care of themselves. Combine these three things and congratulations, you just created the person Lili hates the most out of everyone on Earth.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Oh boy, this girl has a whole set routine laid out that she absolutely has to do every single night. Lili removes all her makeup with all sorts of cleansing water, throwing the makeup pad into her trash can when she’s done, which is filled with used makeup pads from previous nights. Then, she does her skincare routine exactly 30 minutes before she falls asleep. It seems excessive to you, but according to Lili, all of it’s necessary. Afterward, she brushes her hair out, puts in a bunch of straightening serums, and puts it in a loose top-bun that looks perfect every time. Then, before bed, she puts on a fluffy pink sleep mask. On the subject of sleepwear, Lili’s pajama wardrobe is just as large as her regular one, and everything inside is made from the finest silk and satin. Also, her bed is the most comfortable thing you’ve ever slept on in your life. Lili always sleeps on her back, whether you’re sleeping over or not. She’ll share her bed, but if you want to cuddle during the night, you’re gonna have to turn on to your side. Lili refuses to sleep anywhere but on her back, as she wants to prevent her face from touching anything throughout the night. This is because she doesn’t want to get acne, which is understandable, but she’s overly careful about it. If you really want to cuddle, she’ll put an arm around you, but she won’t move a muscle otherwise.

[boybandposter]

[Headcanons]

⤷𐙚 featuring: Lili de Rochefort 🤍

⤷𐙚 a little bit of toxic behavior if you squint? WLW; she gives off “mean lesbian” (Asuka Kazama…).

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- The first time you two met, you knew she was trouble. Rich, a smartmouth, and downright arrogant. When you two were in the company of others, she was as sweet as could be. But when it was just the two of you? Lili would nitpick every little thing you did. “Do you really pour tea that way? It’s so… unprofessional.” “Could you fix your hair? There are several mirrors in my room, and yet you still choose to appear slobbish.”

- Until Salt, her cat, took a liking to you, she didn’t care for you in the slightest. Luckily for you, Salt happened to warm up to you (more so than Lili, but you won’t tell her that) fairly quickly. That’s when Lili finally gives you a chance, but only because Salt did. Not for any other reason.

- It would’ve taken a considerable amount of time for Lili to even consider you a friend. But I’m when she finally does? You better not have any other people you want to hang out with. After all, you’re her dearest friend and you should be treated as such. Lili would do anything for your time, but she forgets to mention the manipulation behind the scenes, when she’s paying people to leave you alone.

- She’s the type of woman to be all over her best friend, seemingly innocent on the exterior. From cuddling on the evening of a sleepover to sitting on your lap doing your makeup for you, she’s touchy. But you don’t think much of it, and you’re just glad that she doesn’t treat you poorly anymore.

- Lili teases the living hell out of you, regardless of whether you ask her to stop or not. In Lili’s mind, that’s her showing you that you’re close to her— even if some of the words that slip from her lips would be considered offensive. She especially likes to make fun of you in her native language, her sharp tongue never failing to make a quip on anything you do.

- I can imagine Lili just taking you everywhere she went, treating you as though you were a personal pet. “Come try this on!” She smiles, holding up a short dress. “Does this shade look good on me?” She asks, applying the lip gloss perfectly (and of course, it looked amazing). But Lili just wants to hear your voice, so by all means— she’ll ask you anything to listen to you.

- Lili would totally love sharing food with you— specifically sweets, such as ice cream and milkshakes. Sharing a cup, cheek-to-cheek while enjoying the treat. And suddenly, there’s “something on your face” and she’s wiping her thumb on your cheek. But mind you, you better not take more than an equal share of the food, or you’ll never hear the end of it.

- On the quieter nights with Lili, you two cuddled up in bed with Salt somewhere at your feet, the two of you will share a pair of earbuds playing your favorite music. Lili silently watched you, chewing on her perfectly manicured nails. She couldn’t help but take this moment to admire your beautiful features, her blue eyes raking over your body. What? She couldn’t admire her girlfriend?

- Despite Lili’s protests, you’ll take the time to go and watch her fights. She’s against you seeing so much violence, especially when it’s from her hand. But she won’t stop you (more like her bribes of new clothes or makeup being insufficient) from watching her in the crowd. Lili always keeps an ear out for your cheering, which never fails to boost her morale.

- If Lili were to ever lose (by some slim chance), I just know she would wallow in self pity. If anything, she’s more upset that she lost in front of her girlfriend— she didn’t want to look weak. Gentle coaxing and soft words is all it will take to bring a smile to her face, albeit it’s always reluctant. A few kisses would sweeten the deal a bit as well.

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⤷𐙚 author’s note: 2nd semester has been super crazy, so it’s been literally 2 months since I last posted :( I’ll try to post more often !

[justjams2003]

The captain

Another request :) Also I accidently watched the wrong Three musketeers and only when I started writing/researching did I realise I watched the wrong one. But tbh I liked the rochefort in the 1993 one more. Anyways that’s why its late. Also, I do have a life and I do like to party;)

Pairing: Captain Rochefort x reader

Warnings: Non-con, public sex, dirty talk

Summary: When Captain Rochefort enters the tavern you work at, he seems to take a liking to you.

800 words

The music is loud in your ears. Sweat drips from your forehead, you feel sticky from the heat. Bodies are pressing up against you as the band plays their heart out. The people are loving it, the songs seem to have brought some extra excitement to the tavern where you work.  

Though everything seems to fall quite when a stern pair of boots hit the floor. Everyone looks up and is met with only one eye, he has a scowl to him. The gang of people he’s with don’t look too friendly either.  

He seems to chuckle at the people’s reaction but lifts his hand, “No troubles here, continue as you were.” His voice is rough and seems to run shivers down your spine. He stomps down to the furthest corner in the bar and the music seems to return.  

“Who is he?” You ask the other girls working, you’re new in France and don’t know much about much. “That is Captain Rochefort, the commander of the Cardinal’s troops. The best swordfighter in all of France and the most dangerous man here.” They seem to smirk at you.  

The group seems to mutter under themselves. “Why don’t you serve him?” They ask giggling under each other. You grin back at them, a battle engages. “How dangerous can he be?” You shrug and make your way over to them.

“What can I get you, Captain?” His eyes seem to run you over, a smirk plays on his lips. “A whiskey, for the boys a beer.” His voice can be compared to the slow, smooth burn of a whiskey itself. Like nothing you’ve seen from other boys.  

Though, when you return, his gang seems to be gone and he sits alone, staring at you. “Where’d they go?” You ask, placing their beers on the table and slide the glass over to him. “Enjoy.” You give a smile and turn to leave.  

But Rochefort grabs your wrist and before you know it he’s pulled you into his lap. “Captain, please, this isn’t very appropriate.” You push against him, hoping to return to the bar. “No one cares, jolie fille, I’m the captain.”  

His hands begin to roam your body, groping your bottom and then you can feel his rod rub up against you. “Sir, please let me go,” You beg, you begin kicking his shins, whatever you can find you try to push away.  

“Stop it, jolie fille. You’re making this much harder than it must be.” He groans in your ear, his hands feel like sin on your waist. “No, no.” You mutter, your legs begging to be released. But his fingers dig into you.  

“If you keep fighting me, I’ll fuck you here and now.” That sure does get you to sit still. But it seems that he’s taken a liking to that idea. “Or perhaps I will anyways.” His hands push your skirt to the side, and you can feel his naked dick on your folds.  

“You seem to like that idea, all wet for the captain.” He grinds up against you, his lips attached to your neck. You’re begging that your big skirts are covering the most of this. That and that the people are enjoying themself to notice this man violating you.  

He shoves himself deep inside you, you can feel every vein pulsing in you. You’re tight, you don’t want this. “No, please sir, no!” You gasp out, grabbing on anything to keep your body from shaking from the fear.  

“If you keep screaming like that, the whole tavern will hear you.” He warns, grabbing your neck, restricting your airflow to ensure no more pleas come out of you. He shoves himself into you, repeatedly forcing himself so deep inside you.

His groans are loud in your ear, “You’re so hot and tight. All for me?” He seems to smirk; he’s toying with you. He knows you hate him now. He knows your mind is screaming at you to run. He knows, however, that your body just can’t say no.

You can feel his thrusts growing quicker, sloppier but his groans become more. He pulses into you, you can feel his hot sticky seed flow in and out of you as he rides out his high. Rochefort grabs your neck and pulls your head back.  

His lips attack yours, he’s aggressive and your certain not much discreet anymore. Though, when he’s done, you feel hot and sticky again. “Go, I’ll be back tomorrow.” He kisses your neck and pulls you off him.  

You feel yourself pulsate at the sudden release. You can feel his hot cum flow down your leg. And as you return to the bar you can feel his smirk follow you around.

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Imagine fighting alongside Rochefort against the three musketeers

[acey-wacey]

FRICK FRICK I'MSO SHY OF NOT BEING ON ANON SORRY UM UM CONGRATS FOR YOUR 600 FOLLOWERS absolutely deserved literally found your acc a few days ago and im Obsessed With Your Fics sooooo taking this change to request perhaps ..... Rook hunt with I hear a symphony by Cody Fry? please

feel free to ignore this and thank you for your fics in general <3

Hi!! I'm so glad you're here!

Pairing - Rook Hunt x Reader

Song - I Hear A Symphony / Cody Fry

Playlist:

I Hear A Symphony - Cody Fry

Evermore - Dan Stevens

Cardigan - Taylor Swift

we fell in love in october - girl in red

Like I'm Gonna Lose You - Meghan Trainor

Chanson de Delphine - Les Demoiselles de Rochefort

Our Last Summer - Mamma Mia

~I used to hear a simple song~

You can barely remember what your life was like before Rook Hunt. It must have been boring because all your memories of it seem black and white.

That all changed when Rook came into your life.

~that was until you came along~

With him, all you saw was color: the rich orange and pink sunsets he took you to see, the pitch black skies you would stargaze under, the vivid green eyes that were the last thing you saw before he kissed you.

Everything became music for you.

You heard jazz in the squawking of crows and strings in the morning breeze. Every ticking second was a new note, every new day another melody.

~now in it's place is something new~

He pulled you along with him, never slowing down. His cryptic spontaneity was what drew you to him in the first place. He was a wild deer, faster than the speed of light, and you loved nothing more than the chase.

He never liked people to know him. He didn't want to leave himself exposed to the traps he knew hunters would set, but you didn't need a traps. You listened to him, willing to hear the song he kept hidden beneath the noise, and slowly, he let you in.

~i hear it when I look at you~

If you had told him before that he would love you, he would have laughed. He never saw himself as one to adore as much as one to be adored. It came too fast for him, quicker than the release of an arrow. Before he knew it, he was appreciating much more than your beauty. You hadn't just capture his heart but his entire being, his melody.

And perhaps you'd like to harmonize.

[drkcnry67]

i thee finally wed...

A/N: this is part 2 of my d'artagnan x reader fic for @randomfandomimagine's 10k writing challenge... hope you enjoyed the first part cause this is gonna tie the story up in more ways than one... ps. sorry bout all the spelling, grammer, and punctuation errors... its been a rough few weeks.

pairing: D'Artagnan x reader...

prompts: ~"look, i know you might beat me up for saying this, but you're adorable." + romantic

summery: read part 1 here and see if you can guess what this one is about...

word count: 2,920

mentioning @sweetness47 @randomfandomimagine

2 weeks ago you said yes to the man who you loved secretly and silently for a long time. Now happily engaged you both set off to embark on one mission that is sure to change your life forever...

At the castle you and D'Artagnan are sitting in with the queen and treville going over a few details for your quick pressed engagement... The wedding in a week and a half and you guys were still at the bottom of the checklist...

Anne: yn, I have sent word to one of the nicest dress shops in town told them that I would pay handsomely for a beautiful dress for my personal assistant to get married in to be delivered a few days from now...

Treville: I've gone over with the cooks on what meals to prepare and given them a list... There will be samples of all the food brought to the garrison later...

Anne: and I took the liberty of sending word to the pope to get you a title D'Artagnan, I know neither of you have had the easiest lives, but working here in the palace as a musketeer and as my assistant certainly are too have some good meaning to what the pope says. It's not gonna be anything fancy, I mean I asked him if he would be willing to grant the title of count and countess to the heroes of the palace!

You looked at d’artagnan and smiled happily…both of you bowing to the queen before going to stand by the window, looking out at the world before you… the garden being set up for the reception that would take place in a week.

D’artagnan: i can’t believe its happening…

yn: do you know how unbearable it has been waiting for the right moment where it would just come out about my feelings not knowing if you felt the same way… not being able to say anything for fear of ruining the friendship…

d’artagnan: it was horrifying… it was like everyone could see it except us…

yn: but now we are together and not gonna waste anymore time… it is…

just then porthos comes through the door interuppting your thought.

porthos: its rochefort he wants to meet with yn the hero of the council meeting… his words not mine… he is insisting that she come alone to the center of the maze immediately…

d’artagnan: absolutely not

you had to put your hand on his chest as he pulled you into his embrace to keep you in one place…

anne: cant we send someone to keep an eye on her…

porthos: well thats kinda why treville sent me… i can climb into a tree near by overlooking the center of the maze to keep an eye on her while she meets with him..

You take a step back from D'Artagnan, and look at him with a small smile.

Yn: my love dont worry you taught me well, plus with porthos in the tree im not gonna be in any danger…

before you could continue to speak, you were interupted…

d’artagnan: but what about distancing yourself from him…

porthos comes up and puts his hand on d’artagnan’s shoulder which makes d’artagnan turn to face his friend…

porthos: he wont get close enough to even touch her… i have a plan but it will require the use of your spare blade d’artagnan… as well as a well crafted trap waiting for him upon exit from the maze and if things go sideways ill jump down from the tree and meet you guys on the other end… this is the only way you and yn can truly have your happy ending as well as find out why rochefort would have a vendetta with the king and queen, why he would hire that page boy who died cause of him and his motives…

By the time porthos and D'Artagnan were done talking you were already outside headed for the garden…

Anne: before you boys go yn told me something her own plan to get him to confess.. yes your plan still works but yn twiked it… she didnt want either of you to get hurt… so she said she was going to finish this once and for all no matter the cost.

Neither d’artagnan and porthos waited for the rest of backup they went out to try to stop you… but got there too late… you were already in the maze talking to rochefort… from the look of things, they are going well but things dont last as good as they appear.

Rochefort: I'm still very surprised you came without some form of hidden escort… I assume then that your fiance doesn't know you are here…

Yn: no he doesn't but I must too know why would you hire a page boy whose innocent in all his rights to poison the king and queen… I'm very very curious, I mean that being we are both the consults to their Majesties and it's not nice to akill them out in the open like that… I also will note that the musketeers all saw you slip out of the room before the goblet did it's work to me…

Rochefort: then how are you…

Yn: Aramis and the castle doctor made a remedy to cure all poisons… now your turn to answer the question… WHY DID YOU FORCE THAT POOR PAGE BOY TO DO YOUR DIRTY WORK???

Rochefort: because I am sick and tired of being rejected by the queen and every other lady in this damn castle I figured if at least one or both of them drank the poison it would take care of all my issues…

Yn: so you forced an innocent boy to do your dirty work and this is the reason for it… because the queen wouldnt reciprocate your feelings. Is that it… do not think that this wont leave this maze and find its way into the hands of their majesties and you will be executed on site for the attempted murder of the king, the queen and me… is that really what you want or…

Rochefort was now behind you holding you tight with his hand to your throat… you felt his grip tightening, your breathing struggling… porthos and d’artagnan being the loving people they are waited for any signs of your coming out of the maze…

Rochefort: feel that, that your breathing slowing down, thats your lungs shutting down, that is your own lifeforce shutting down… your precious musketeers havent trained you well at all… your own fiance doesnt even care enough to try and interrupt our little meeting… i guess you will die before your wedding date even arrives… what a shame… maybe ill blame the poor gardener… you know those rose bushes need to be better maintained…

That was all he managed to get out before you stepped on his foot, gasping to the air that you now had flowing freely through your lungs once more, you ran through the maze and let out a very very strange sound… it was raspy and sounded like a dying rooster greeting the morning… you collapsed on the wrong side of the maze, your body hitting the ground like a bat out of hell… well something rather hitting the wall… you could hear footsteps approaching you, voices shouting… and then rochefort held his sword to your throat as the musketeers and the kings guard and the king and queen themselves all got to the party…

Louie: Rochefort, put down the sword and come quietly and I can promise you a quick death.

Rochefort: we don't need these formalities, after I kill this twirp, I'll kill you, then I'll finally bed the queen like I always dreamed of, and you guys will be answering to me as the new King…

Rochefort bringing his sword up and starting to bring it towards you now stopped just inches before your face as a gunshot is heard Loud and clear…

Suddenly familiar hands pulled you away from the falling body… you were now safe in the arms of the man you were long over due to marry… D’artagnan ushers you back inside the castle and to the safe room, the quarters the queen uses for privacy… he sits you on the closest day bed, and brings you a glass of water…

D’artagnan: that was both incredibly brave and incredibly stupid… i am very proud of you, but when the queen had told us of what you were doing porthos and i figured we should loop in the others and the king… thats why we were all there when you were held at sword point…

Yn: who pulled the trigger?

D’artagnan: athos… as the only officer who didnt have the look of concern and shock on his face he pulled the trigger figuring that either me or porthos would snap out of it long enough to pull you out before his collapsing body could crush you…

Yn: dont freak out and know that there was no way i could have avoided this from happening but he kinda grasped my neck tight, like it feels like there might be swelling or at the very least a bit of bruising…

D’artagnan adjusts his position to better look at you…

D’artagnan: can i take a look?

At that moment there is a guard that comes in and announces aramis, the king, the queen, athos, constance, porthos, the popes emissary and captain treville… aramis comes over to where you and d’artagnan are sitting…

Yn: aramis…

Aramis: yn, may i instead apply some medicine to your neck… it is going to make you feel alot better later on… please lay your head in d’artagnan’s lap and hold very still as you try to tilt back as far as possible, if nothing else just tilt back enough so your neck is semi straight, ill prepare the medicine then i think there are some people who wish to speak to you…

Yo do as aramis says but wince slightly as he begins to apply the medicine, but d’artagnan’s fingers running through your hair was the only thing keeping you from moving in that moment… once aramis was finished you were allowed to sit up… but you continued to lean against d’artagnan till constance approached first…

You stood up for that hug, you wouldnt had it any other way…

Constance: remind me again why you decided to be all noble and heroic?

Yn: cause i was sick and tired of watching that creep try to hurt my friends and family for once in my life i was not going to risk him spoiling my wedding… not with how much stuff we went through to get to this point… d’artagnan, my love and everyone else in this room i want to move the wedding date up… i mean we can do a bit of a bigger wedding at a later date but right now i want to not waste any more time…

Once you were done hugging constance again, you and d’artagnan were approached by the popes emissary. Both you and d’artagnan bowed and addressed the emissary correctly…

Rholin: as soon as we received the queens letter, the pope and i talked it over, he had me draw up these papers all which bare his signature and state that you D’artagnan of the kings musketeers may continue your duties to serve the king as a musketeer but shall have the title of count, which comes with an estate close by.. I'll have those papers delivered to you guys on your wedding day but to everyone here it is my highest honor in the sight of God and these witnesses, to precide over the signing of these documents… you both shall be supreme in all you do in and out of the court…

You and D'Artagnan signed the papers, shoke hands with the emissary, and were greeted by the queen and kings approach…

Anne: rholin, is it possible to marry these 2 before your stay is done… so like in 3 days?

Rholin: is that do able for the count and countess…

You and d’artagnan look at eachother a moment and then d’artagnan speaks with the upmost eagerness…

D’artagnan: can we speak privately a few moments?

You shake your head before speaking up…

Yn: we dont need to speak alone… the sooner the better, besides we are way passed over due to be wed…

*time skip, you, the queen and constance met with the dress designer the next day… to finally choose your dress… well turned out the dress that the queen had asked the designer to make was finished… you were absolutely in love with it… the corset, the silk, off the shoulder, flowy sleeves, the flowy ankle length dress in a light pink color, the corset lace in black with a red satin ribbon to tie the corset. D’artagnan and you parting ways that night, after a meaning ful dinner and chat, some making out but nothing major… agreeing to see eachother at the alter. D’artagnan also agreed to move your stuff from constance’s to the garrison as you were staying at the castle within the private room that night and the next… with constance and guards around there would be no funny business… that next night, the eve before your wedding is where we go to now…*

Constance: are you sure that you want to wing your vows… i mean shouldnt you at least have it on paper?

Yn: im sure constance besides im counting on you to have it all memorized when i say it so it can be put into a scroll and mounted somewhere. As with what d’artagnan says as well…

Constance: now now, no talk like whatever you were about to say… sleep is vitally important, for tomorrow you marry your best friend…

With that you and constance curled up like 2 friends at a sleepover and fell asleep… meanwhile d’artagnan and athos were having a kinda odd conversation… but all matters aside they wound up going to bed, with d’artagnan’s thoughts only on the next day, your wedding day, the day he never thought would arrive.

Now that day was here, you and constance along with the queen were getting eachother ready for the day… but all you could do was think about d’artagnan and how tonight you would sleep side by side as husband and wife.

D’artagnan, treville, athos, porthos, aramis all standing in the garden, the king approaches them with the pope’s emissary… conversation ensues, but treville soon excuses himself to go find you… treville knocks and lets himself in…

Treville: my goodness… yn, you look stunning. D’artagnan is a lucky man indeed… i wanted to let you girls know that they are ready when you are… and yn, d’artagnan says that he is very excited to see you come down that aisle…

Yn: thank you captain treville, i also have a message for him… will you please tell him that today is the greatest day of my life and im the luckiest girl in the entire kingdom and that i will be coming down that aisle shortly…

Treville bows out gracefully as you stand by the window over looking the garden able to kinda see the festivities below. Long story short, you went down to the entrance of the aisle where the queen and constance went ahead of you, queuing the band to start playing…

the first glance between you and d’artagnan after not seeing eachother for 30 hours, that look was captured by a photographer..

after a nice set of vows, some words by the pastor, the declaration went something like this:

rholin: i need you both to affirm your marriage in front of these witnesses...

yn: i thee finally wed D'artagnan for the rest of my life.

d'artagnan: i thee finally wed YN for the rest of my life.

rholin: i now pronounce you husband and wife. d'artagnan you may kiss the bride...

d'artagnan cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately.. the crowd however small it was cheered.

rholin: may i introduce for the first time Count and Countess D'artagnan and YN...

the crowd continued to cheer, as you and d'artagnan just rested your foreheads against eachother.

The look on your face, the look on his face, the first kiss as husband and wife. The first dance. The signing of documents. The escort to the estate on the outskirts of the castle grounds…

You and d’artagnan went inside and christened so to speak the entire lower half of the house. Falling asleep in one of the spare bedrooms on the main floor…

waking up the next morning you open your eyes to see the still sleeping face of your husband, you reach up to move a piece of hair from his eyes.

D'Artagnan opens his eyes slightly, and moves kissing you And smiles as he pulls back.

D'Artagnan: good morning wife

Yn: good morning husband

D'Artagnan: look, I know you might beat me up for saying this, but you're adorable.

Yn: why would I beat you up my dear husband, I love hearing these sweet comments from you.

D'Artagnan kinda pulls you closer his hand on your waist.

D'Artagnan: what do you want to do today?

Yn:I say we Christen this bed further, then Christen every room in this estate and happily be the count and countess we are meant to be

That's that, the kissing and passion ensued, making this the best time of your life.

[didsomeonesaydaddydraco]

What true love feels like - part 1 | Tom Felton imagine

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for...my very first TOM FELTON imagine. (Just kidding, I was probably the only one waiting lol).

Word count: 2129

Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Note: This is going to be a mini series. I really hope you’ll like it. Section written in italic is a flashback.

When I was a little kid, I loved going to weddings. God knows how many times I was asked to be a flower girl or a bridesmaid. All the decoration, the music, the spirit of true love mesmerized me, and I usually find myself imagining my own wedding. I had it all planned out by the time I met Him. And when proposed to me after five years of dating, I knew my time had come. Everything looked exactly how I wanted it. The huge mansion was covered in white and blush pink decoration. The sweet scent of the innumerable amount of roses filled the whole place. Family members, friends and their dates were chatting and laughing together. The wedding registrar was already preparing by the arch made out of fairy lights. And the always rainy and chilly London woke up to one of the warmest spring mornings today. Even the weather was on my side.

- How are you feeling sweet girl? – my Mum asked me from the armchair, where she had been sitting on ever since the creator of my wedding dress came to the dressing room to help me put on my huge dress. I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring the perfectly made ball gown with the delicate waist line, hundreds of tulle layers, and sparkling sleeves. It was my dream dress.

- I’m not sure – I confessed to her – Am I supposed to be nervous?

- Nervous? – She looked at me confused – Honey, you might mistake your feeling with excitement. It’s normal for…

- I’m pretty bloody overwhelmed, Mum – I turned to her – Somehow, I feel like I’m going to make a huge mistake if I walk down that aisle.

For the last couple of months, I was too busy with planning the wedding that I totally forgot to take some time and concentrate on myself and on my feelings. I wanted everything to turn out as I imagined it when I was twenty. And everything was just like that. Except me. I woke up today with a knot in my stomach, no appetite and a very bad feeling. All I could think about was that I’m making a mistake.

- What do you mean? – Mum stood up from the chair and walked over to me so she could held my hand as a sign of support – Y/N?

I looked down at our hands, my eyes glued to the silver bracelet with the single white pearl charm hanging on it. I could still remember how his crystal blue eyes sparkled and how warm his gaze was when he gave it to me. We went to Rochefort-en-Terre for a little getaway. We wanted to be somewhere, where they didn’t know him, so we could be alone together. He saw this bracelet at a local family’s jewellery shop and he swore he just couldn’t not buy it. I had never took it off ever since then.

- I just wonder if he is really the one – I bit my bottom lip. I didn’t dare to look up to my Mum’s eyes. They paid everything for our wedding and never complained because of the expenses – I mean, we’re about to make a hopefully lifelong commitment. I just want to make sure I’m not making a mistake here. What if everything goes downhill after the wedding? What if we slowly fall out of love?

- Than you learn to love each other again – She put a finger under my chin, and forced me to look at her – Darling, you’re still young. Of course you have your doubts about a commitment like this. But here’s something to think about: the one that you truly love, will never make you wonder. There’s a difference in the way you love someone. There is the kind that you will fall in love with and this changes with circumstance and time. And then there is the love that you love with your entire being, it never fades, it’s timeless – she kissed my cheek – I’ll go and get your father. It’s almost time.

She left me there with my thoughts. He was such a great and loving person. Passionate about the things he loved. He was always there for everyone if they needed someone. He made me happy. He made me feel loved and respected. He gave me everything he could. And still, I was standing in the middle of the dressing room, questioning myself. I wanted nothing, but marrying my soulmate. I think the sign of a true soulmate isn’t someone you just want to do the super fun stuff with. A real soulmate is the person who makes any ordinary day fun. Some people make all these huge plans to do with their special someone, forget that. Find someone who you can take grocery shopping and still have a blast with. Find someone who makes you look forward to waking up on Monday. I think I had found it.

- Okay okay, listen – he laughed as he dragged me into the supermarket in the middle of the night. I had a very long day and my upcoming exams were stressing me out, but he wanted to help me relax and have a little bit of fun before I pull an all-night study session – Both of us will have exactly 5 minutes to find the best matches to the tasks. When I count to three, we both run to find the products.

- Babe – I whined and tugged on the sleeve of his sweater which I used as a PJ. We were both in our pyjamas, considering that he literally pulled me out of the bed while I was taking notes for my business law class – It’s almost midnight, and I really need to study.

- Shush – he silenced me with sass in his voice. It actually made me smile. He looked so adorable when he was acting like a kid – 5 minutes. 5 tasks.

- Alright, gimme the details – I rolled my eyes and put my hair up in a messy bun.

- First, go and find my favourite candy. Second, find something very random. Third, find something you think I should really try. Fourth, find something in my favourite colour – he led me to spot where we were about the start from.

- And what’s the fifth task? – I looked up at him.

- Find something which reminds you of our love – he kissed me quickly, but before I could kiss him back, he ran away like he was a cannon ball.

- Hey, cheater – I yelled after him, but my laugh gave me away. I loved that man.

I smiled at the memory. He always knew how to cheer me up, when I was down. But he also knew when he had to give me time and space too. I appreciated how he let me moan to him when I had a bad day, or how supportive he was about my dreams and goals. He never failed to be there for me and help me on my journey.

- Are you ready to go? – I jumped a little by the sound of my Dad. I was too deep in my memories and thoughts, I didn’t realize when he came in. He was standing by the door, my bouquet in his hand. He looked worried.

- What’s wrong? – I asked him. This morning he was fine and happy when we were having breakfast. In fact, he was excited about that he can annoy my brother and sister with the fact that their youngest sibling had gotten married first.

- Your mother told me about your unsureness – he smiled at me lightly. I sighed and sat down on the sofa carefully, not to wrinkle my dress. He sat down next to me and took my small hands in his huge ones – Y/N, if you’re constantly having to wonder where you stand with someone, maybe it’s time to stop standing and start walking.

- I don’t know what you’re talking about – I tried to fool him, but he was my father after all. He knew us better than we knew ourselves, so we could never get away with a silly little prank or if we tried to fake sick so we didn’t have to go to school.

- You think I haven’t noticed anything? – Dad laughed a little – June bug, you’ve been quite distant with him lately. He probably thinks that you were just busy with planning the wedding, but I see what I cannot see anymore. And that’s love. You’ve been looking at him like he was just a body, and not someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. And I want you to know, it’s okay – He squeezed my hand – Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.

I had to do the right thing. He might had been right about everything, but the whole situation was more complicated than that. That man really loved me. And he was probably already waiting at the altar, nervously looking around, looking at the entrance of the ball room so catch me there. I could see his smile in front of me. I could see him tearing up when my Dad places my hand in his. That man gave me his heart. I helped him pick up the pieces after his first love left him. He trusted me. I couldn’t break him. And Mum was probably right too. I can learn to love him again.

- I need to call him – I said rather to myself and not my Dad. He gave my hand a final squeezed and left me alone in the room. I was glad he didn’t ask me anything. I paced around the room, my dress flying around me while I was manically searching for my mobile. I was chewing on my lips and my heart was beating way too fast. How could I put myself in this situation? How could I do this to him? They were the longest five rings of the call before he finally picked up.

- Y/N? – His voice was surprised. He probably didn’t know why I was calling Him just right before I had to walk down the aisle to marry him – Are you okay?

No, I wasn’t. I forced myself to not to cry, because I didn’t want to ruin my makeup, but I could feel my eyes burning and my throat tightened. I was choking on my withheld sobs. I loved how his voice was smooth, a tiny bit raspy and manly, but playful at the same time. I could have listened to his voice all day long. Just listening how he told me everything about his day or what new projects he has been working on lately.

- I think we were meant to be, but we did it all wrong – I blurted out and collapsed back to the sofa. I let a single tear run down my cheek and drop on top of my pearl charm on my bracelet. I heard how his breathing fastened in the phone, like he was panicking. I was too. I didn’t know what was right or wrong. I desperately needed him by my side to feel his arms around my body, holding my close to himself. Feeling the warmth of his body calming down my shaking frame. I needed him to kiss into my hair and whisper in my ears that he has me and everything is going to fine – I just want to tell you, it takes everything in me not to call you, and I wish I could run to you, and I hope you know that every time I don’t…I almost do. And even though I’m unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you and will continue to love you forever.

- Y/N, what happened? – His voice was filled with worry. Knowing him he was already running his fingers through his hair, thinking about if he should come to see me right away or stay exactly where he was – Talk to me! What’s going on?

- I’m so sorry – I whispered into to phone. By this time, I couldn’t hold back my tears. And I didn’t even care anymore – I have to marry him…

- No, no you don’t have to – He was practically yelling. I only heard him yelling once, when he was completely lost in the ocean of feelings, and we were trying to figure out what was going on between us – Y/N, please…

- I love you, Tom – I said as a goodbye and ended the call. And with that, I ended something which I cherished for years. I ended a beautiful love story.

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3, 12 17 and 35 for the fic ask meme?🥰💖

3.  Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Well, mpreg, non-con, and smut make me feel iffy so I neither read nor write that :”D Don’t mind others doing, just not my thing tbh. I also dislike abusive tropes in general, although I have written some stories with abuse (but tried to show abuse in an extra bad light)

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

Well, yeah xD The Musketeers s1e4 and s3e1 because hello pain. For other series I don’t think I have any episode like that but yeah, I’ll never get enough of Savoy. (Except I have a feeling I might end up having one from DS9 because poor Bashir ;;;)

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I’m what we Finns lovingly tend to call a pipe-brain which means I can only write my stories from start to finish. I’m also absolutely abysmal at trying to write flashbacks and keep things secret from the reader but I’m trying to get better at it.

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

I don’t think I’ve ever done that. If I was given the chance, I absolutely would kill off Seishirou from CLAMP’s Tsubasa/Tokyo Babylon/X(1999) because I hate him with a burning passion. But I really don’t hate any other character enough to kill them (okay maybe Rochefort and s3 baddies from The Musketeers but I wouldn’t write them anyway hahah)

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This song is the epitome of Rochefort and Evangeline's relationship. So wonderfully toxic and destructive.

He sees her as this beautiful perfect ruinous creature who had the power to madden him.

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🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 16: Potions🧪

Rochefort x GN!Reader. AU: Musketeers. Reader is an expert in potion making. Rochefort wants reader to make a love potion for him. A mishap leads to a shocking confession. Fluff. Love potions. SpookTober Prompt: Potions🧪

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Y/N is the royal alchemist for the King and Queen of France. Rochefort is confident you can make him a love potion to give to the Queen to make her fall in love with him. Of course you make it, unaware of it's purpose but after a mishap, Rochefort takes the potion himself accidentally. And who he really loves leaves you speechless.....

You have worked for the King and Queen of France for a while now as their royal alchemist, brewing up potions of all sorts to aid the family and their allies. When the Queen fell ill, you brewed a special broth that made her better within two days. When Treville suffered an injury, you procured a special ointment that could clean up any infection and heal up in the skin, making the skin look unmarked. You were such a dab hand that you gained respect and notoriety in the Royal inner circle and beyond, even helping the people in the slums and Court of Miracles.

So it was no surprise the Comte De Rochefort, Captain of the Red Guard had heard of your many deeds and was intrigued. If you could make all these wonderful potions to help heal and cure, surely you could make a love potion.

Rochefort had an infatuation with the Queen and having returned to France and working closely with the King only fueled it more. But confessing would only end in trouble, so what if she confessed? Yes there would be trouble but Rochefort would sweep her away long before the King could do something. He wouldn't let anything harm his precious Anne.

So with a sly grin, he sauntered into your workplace, startling you and making you nearly drop a new but highly volatile liquid that you were currently hoping to use in a new bomb.

"Good day oh Royal Alchemist!" Announced Rochefort spreading his arms wide. He looked around at the various bubbling concoctions around the room, the smell of herbs and floral scents wafting around the room. You removed your plague doctor mask and looked at Rochefort.

"Captain Rochefort, I welcome you to my workshop but please be more delicate in your approach as I'm handling very volatile liquids here" You Warned, gesturing to the box of vials filled with the stuff. You gently sat the box down on a nearby table. Rochefort had to admit, you were a hard worker, he admired that.

"What can I do for you?" You Asked. Rochefort smiled.

"Well, I've come with a simple request. Your skills are exceptional and many people as far as the slums of Paris have heard of your great deeds. So I have confidence that you'll have no trouble making me a potion" Explained Rochefort, smiling.

You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked proudly.

"You flatter me Rochefort. But what kind of potion do you require?" You Asked.

"What kind can you do?" Asked Rochefort.

"Any" You Replied smirking. Rochefort smiled.

"Even a love potion?" Asked Rochefort, raising his eyebrows at you. You pursed your lips at that suggestion.

"Yes. I can make a simple love potion. I have not had requests like that for a while but yes, it can be done" You Replied smiling.

Rochefort's blue eyes sparkled at your answer and he looked so happy. You haven't seen him this happy before.

"But, I must ask what is the occasion. I shall not make it if there's something malicious behind it" You Warned.

"Oh no, you see there's......a girl in the town my friend admires. I'm doing it for him really. There's a man that has caught her eye and well, my friend really wants her to be his. She adores him in return rest assured but" You Stopped Rochefort with a soft smile.

"I handled a request like that once. Rest assured, I shall make the potion and your friend will be happy with the results" You Smilied.

Rochefort smiled at you.

"Oh thank you Royal Alchemist, you will be rewarded handsomely for this. I promise you!" Thanked Rochefort. You smiled and blushed a little.

"You are most welcome, Comte De Rochefort" You Smilied. With a bow, Rochefort turned and left as you set about making the potion.

"Soon my dear Anne, you'll be mine at last!" Rochefort Thought with a dark smile as he returned to his quarters.

Since it was the season of harvest, the ingredients needed was abundant and luckily you saved ingredients from last summer and spring. You worked tirelessly on the potion, perfecting it so it will be a powerful potion.

After 5 days, the love potion was created. You sent a letter, requesting Comte De Rochefort to come to workshop. Rochefort arrived and he walked inside.

"So, it is done?" Asked Rochefort.

"It is. I apologise for the wait, but I wanted to perfect fully. This is the bottle of the strongest love potion. One drop of this and it will make you realise who you truly love with your heart and soul" You Explained. Rochefort grinned.

"Does it wear off?" Asked Rochefort curiously.

"Oh no, it isn't one of those potions. No, this potion merely helps you. In this case, it will help you realise who you love truly. Great in situations where one person loves two people but must ultimately choose one" You Explained.

Rochefort smirked at that.

"Perfect. I thank you very much Royal Alchemist. I will send your reward today" Smiled Rochefort and he took the potion.

"You are most welcome" You Said with a smile. You both bowed and Rochefort left for the Palace. You smiled and returned to your work, your heart feeling melancholic strangely.

Tea was being served in the Palace and so it was then Rochefort made his move. He was invited for tea with the Queen and Constance. When no one was looking, he poured a drop into the teacup that belonged to the Queen. He smirked as he watched the tea be taken to the room where the Queen and Constance awaited. Rochefort followed, smirking all the way.

"My Queen, my precious Anne. Today we will finally be together" Thought Rochefort with a dark smirk as he entered the room and sat down for tea.

Conversation was bland at best, nothing new to be honest. The Queen was laughing at some joke Constance made and she reached out to grab a teacup.

"Here you are your Majesty" Constance Smiled and offered the Queen a teacup. Rochefort reached out and took his, drank the sweet tea. It was fresh, aromatic and oh so sweet!

Rochefort then began to feel a change wash over him. His heart was so warm and light, it made him try to suppress a chuckle that came from nowhere. His head was spinning from it all.

"What's happening? I feel so....strange! Wait....no....did I take something?" Thought Rochefort and he looked at the Queen's teacup before looking at his own. He drank from the Queen's teacup! He drank the love potion!

He looked at the Queen but strangely, his heart didn't feel like butterflies were inside upon seeing her. In fact, he felt nothing of true love towards the Queen.

"But....I love her! I love the Queen!" Rochefort Thought panicking because no matter how long he gazed at her, thought of her, he felt nothing of passion nor love. Only loving her as any subject loves their Queen. Not true love that he had previously thought.

Rochefort felt almost sick and he despaired.

"You do not truly love her Rochefort, for that was a mere illusion your broken mind had thought up. And she does not love you truly, she only sees you merely as a good friend. You must accept that" Came a sweet voice from within his mind. Was it the love potion making him hear such a voice?

"Who do I truly love then?" Thought Rochefort sadly. He looked upon Constance, but felt nothing either. Who was his heart's true love then if not the Queen?

Suddenly he thought of Y/N, the royal alchemist. He never once called them by their real name, only their title. He thought of their bright and pretty (y/e/c) eyes, their silky (y/h/c) hair and their beautiful smile, all warmth and sunshine. Rochefort's heart raced at the thought of Y/N and felt like butterflies were fluttering about inside.

"Y/N......the royal alchemist?.......it is them I......truly love?" Thought Rochefort. He'd admit that he did admire them very much but he thought his admiration was just that and nothing more. But he could see now, that he was wrong.

Rochefort stood up abruptly, startling Constance and Queen Anne.

"Rochefort! What ever is the matter?!" Asked Queen Anne, holding a hand over her chest to steady her heart.

"What's your problem?" Asked Constance sternly.

"Forgive me for startling you ladies, but I must take my leave now" Answered Rochefort and turned to walk away.

"But....our tea!" Cried Queen Anne.

"I'm sorry your Majesty. Perhaps some other time" Replied Rochefort shortly and he turned away to walk out the door. He needed to see Y/N.

You were finishing up putting the last dried out bits of lavender and herbs when there was a knock upon your door.

"Come in!" You Cried. The door opened to reveal Comte De Rochefort, standing there. You raised your eyebrow at Rochefort, surprised to see him back.

"Good day Rochefort, what brings you here?" You Asked suspiciously. Rochefort stepped forward towards you.

"It's about the love potion you gave me" Stated Rochefort matter-of-factly. You felt nervous. Did the potion not work?

"Did something happen? Did it work?" You Asked nervously. Rochefort stood in front of you, staring down at you intensely.

"Yes. I did work" Rochefort Admitted and you sighed in relief.

"Oh good, I thought you were here because it didn't work" You Confessed nervously.

"It made me realise I was in love with the wrong person" Confessed Rochefort. Your head shot up at him.

"Wait....you? The love potion was for you?!" You Cried.

"No! The love potion was for a woman! A woman I loved! Or at least I thought I loved truly up until now. But something happened and I.....consumed the love potion instead" Admitted Rochefort blushing slightly.

"And now?" You Asked sternly.

"Now i see I love another person. A person I admire very much. A person so hardworking and so brilliantly talented with a sharp mind! And that person.......is you" Added Rochefort sincerely.

Your eyes widened at him and yet you felt your heart race. Rochefort stepped closer to you.

"I know I lied about who the potion was really for and I apologise. But I must know, you must tell me the honest truth Y/N!" Pleaded Rochefort.

"What is it that you want to know?" You Asked softly. Rochefort gazed into your eyes deeply.

"Do you, Y/N truly love me?" Asked Rochefort, his eyes bright and wide as he gazed at you intensely.

"Do you love me truly?" You Asked, voice low and soft. Rochefort held your hand in his.

"I do. I truly do! I love you so much!" Answered Rochefort truthfully. You smiled warmly and cupped his cheek.

"Yes Rochefort. I love you truly. So very much" You Replied truthfully.

Rochefort smiled and you both leaned in, kissing with such passion that you both gripped on to one another and held each other as the kiss deepened.

Rochefort found who his heart truly loved and you found your own true love in the end as well. All thanks to a little mishap and a love potion.

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Me writing Rochefort the orginal love bomber up in here

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Honestly I feel like this song portraits Evangeline and her mindset leading up to her relationship with Rochefort. I think it really showcases her when she was a courtesan and the way she perceived relationships.

[bullet-prooflove]

Aramis x Evangeline x Rochforte Inspiration

Halsey's 'You Should Be So Sad' is the perfect song to sum up the relationship Evangeline had with Rochefort in the past.

A naive girl getting involved with a narcastic, obbessive man who tried to possess every single part of her.

[bullet-prooflove]

Rochefort: Aramis x Reader

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Companion piece to

Ruin (NSFW) - Aramis ruins you, the same way you've ruined him.

Love Letter - Aramis recieves a letter from you that throws his world into turmoil.

You have never told Aramis the name of the man who disfigured you. He’s asked you many times but you have never revealed his identity. You’ve locked away that part of yourself, the person you were back then along with everything else your benefactor forced upon you.

It’s been five years since he disappeared from your life.

A dispatch to Madrid, he had told you at the time, I’ll be back within a month.

That was the last you saw of him until tonight.

You’re at the end of your show, wearing nothing but a set of diamonds when you see him in the audience. His arms are folded over his chest as he watches you with the same expression he wore the first time he told you to undress.

You’d been wearing diamonds back then too.

When you enter your chambers that evening you’ve convinced yourself that it was an illusion, a trick of the light, a flash of a memory. You have them sometimes, it’s an emotional response to what you’ve endured, Aramis tells you.

It’s when you hear the door click shut behind you that you realise that you’re not alone. You don’t have to turn around to know that it is Rochforte standing behind you, you would know his presence anywhere. There’s a malevolence that comes with the man that hurt you, a madness that dogs his heels. You used to love him once, back then you a naïve, silly little girl. You had been seduced by his wealth, his power.

You had been a courtesan when you first met, your services recommended by a previous benefactor.

“I’m told you’re a lot of fun.” He’d said as he began to unbutton his shirt.

“I don’t think you need fun.” You’d told him before taking over, your fingers chasing over the scared muscle of his chest. “I think you need someone who cares about you.”

“Don’t presume to know me.” He’d murmured, his palms covering yours. “You’re nothing but a whore.”

“One that you’ve bought and paid for.” You remind him as your tilt your head up to meet his eyes. “Now I can be nice or I can be very, very naughty, which do you prefer?”

Nice is what he’d chosen.

Someone to hold him, to whisper sweet nothings against his skin, to look into his eyes at the height of climax and tell him that they loved him, that they would always love him. He comes back often after that, weekly at first and then more.

His desire for you was insatiable, he would spend every waking moment in your bed if he could. His passion was consuming, his moods violent. Sometimes you were his love, others his whore. He could be tender, he could be cruel, he could be downright terrifying. There was only one constant throughout and that was the words he had you utter, the ones he couldn’t climax without.

Tell that you love me, say it, say it louder, just like that, I want the guards outside to hear it.

It comes to an end when he asks you to marry him. Up until this point there has always been a possibility of escape, that he will tire of you, find someone younger, prettier. When he pulls out that ring you’re at a turning point, it is every courtesan’s dream to become a wife.

It’s your worst nightmare.

If you say yes, if you marry Rochefort then he will own you completely.

When you refuse him, he grabs you by the throat cutting off your oxygen supply and cuts your face in spite.

“Nobody will want a courtesan who isn’t beautiful.” He tells you as the knife bites into your skin, carving into your flesh. “You’re only choice is to marry me, or else starve on the streets.”

When you’re told that he’s been captured in Madrid, you pray that they kill him. You take the jewels, the dresses and gifts he gave you and sell them to fund Eden. A refuge and safe haven. You promote it as an alternative form of entertainment for the upper classes and before you know it Eden is thriving.

All of that start to crumble when Rochefort’s arm snakes around your waist. He draws you back against him, his firmness pressing into you as his fingers tug at the belt of your silk robe. He buries his face into the curve of your throat, his grizzled cheek scratching across your skin as he inhales.

“Evangeline.” He murmurs his lips brushing over the hinge of your jaw. “I have thought about you every single day.”

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