#baby swann writes

[pathologicalreid]

this is the job | S.R.

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You and Spencer (almost) get into a fight about the demands of your job.

who? spencer reid x retired!reader content warnings: takes place before the events of stuck between a rock and a hard place (so like circa 9x20), retired!reader is not actually retired yet, slight bickering, spoilers for season 6 finale (supply and demand), reader is female word count: 1.13k a/n: just a little shorty piece about my beloved spencer and retired!reader, im having a lot of fun writing this little vignette style series. i know it's short but the next piece will be long and very hurt/comfort heavy.

When the phone started ringing, you thought it was Spencer’s phone, but after letting it go for a few rings, you begrudgingly realized it was your ringtone. Groaning, you turned in Spencer’s arms and grabbed your phone off of your bedside table before answering the call. “Hello?” You greeted groggily.

There was only one person who would be calling you at two in the morning. Andi Swann’s voice rang through the receiver, “We need you to come in.”

“Now?” You asked, blinking sleep out of your eyes. Next to you, Spencer started to wake up. Using his thumb, he rubbed small, soothing circles over your hip while you talked on the phone.

It was a pointless question, you already knew the answer, and that was why you were already getting out of bed. “Yes, we need to get you out as soon as possible. We might have a lead on The Program.”

You sighed, looking over at Spencer, who was now sitting up, as you nodded, “Okay, I’ll shoot you a text when I’m on my way.” You hung up the phone, setting it back down on the bedside table before you made your way to the closet to retrieve your go bag.

“You’re leaving?” Spencer asked, burning both of your retinas when he leaned over to turn on a lamp.

Hesitantly, you started grabbing clothes out of your side of the dresser. Most of your clothes would be in the apartment that the bureau would set you up in, but you could bring some of your things. Basics, mostly. “Uh, yeah,” you answered.

Peering over at you while you tugged on a pair of jeans, Spencer furrowed his brow. “You just got back,” he responded, getting out of bed himself.

“I know, but that was Andi. She says they might have a lead on The Program, so I have to go in,” You informed him, trying not to topple over while you put your socks on.

Sat on the edge of the bed, your boyfriend leaned back and watched you pack. “I believe the operative word there is ‘might’. Tell them to send someone else,” he urged, not wanting you to leave.

Shaking your head, you zipped your bag shut, “You know they don’t have anyone else.” It was true – you were the only female undercover agent that Swann had.

Spencer clenched his jaw, “I know they don’t have anyone else, that’s part of the problem. They need to hire someone else to split the burden with you, it shouldn’t be all on you.”

“This is my job, Spence. I can’t just tell them I’m not coming in. You drop everything as soon as Hotch calls,” you reminded him.

Reaching out for your hands, Spencer pulled you in, so you were standing between his legs. “Hotch would let me spend a night in my own bed before calling me back in. You got home at ten, baby. It’s been four hours and eight minutes,” he said, keeping his voice low in the dead of the night.

Giving in a little, you leaned into him, “Our jobs are different. We have different demands.” You brushed off his concern. There was at least a part of you that knew he was right. As usual, you called Spencer as soon as you had debriefed with Andi. He picked you up and brought you home.

He placed his hands gently on your waist, “You’re burning the candle at both ends. You don’t eat or sleep enough when you’re undercover, and that won’t do anyone any good.”

Stepping back, you wiped a hand down your face, “I know, but there are so many people out there who need my help. I could save those people.” You bargained with him.

Spencer shook his head, “We’ve spent a total of four nights together this calendar year. It’s April.”

You knew that. You kept track just as much as he did, but that didn’t change the fact that you had a job to do, “You knew the score when you asked me out, Spence.” Your tone was a warning. When he asked you out after you worked with the BAU to rescue Renee Matlin, you warned him that you weren’t around much.

Admittedly, you hadn’t expected to fall in love with him.

Slipping your phone into your back pocket, you inclined your head toward him, “This is the job.” This job was who you were, Spencer knew that just as well as you did.

“This isn’t the job, love. You’re acting like you don’t have an option. It’s almost as if…” his voice trailed off as if he was stopping himself from saying something he’d later regret.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, “You might as well say it.” Maybe he’d give you a reason to walk out the door.

He shrugged helplessly, “Fine, I think Andi’s taking advantage of your selflessness and your need to please everyone.” He narrowed his gaze, “You were just gone for five weeks, and now you’re leaving again.”

What crushed you the most was that he was right. “I don’t want to let anyone down,” you murmured. Padding over to him, you wrapped your arms around him, holding your breath until he reciprocated. “That includes you,” you admitted, chest tight, “I don’t… I don’t know what to do.”

Taking a deep breath, Spencer smoothed your hair at the back of your head, “You’re gonna go save some lives, because that’s what you do.” His voice was low and steady, “I’ll be here when you get back.”

You jumped when a phone started ringing, this time it actually was Spencer’s.

He picked it up and answered the phone, “Hey,” he greeted, face falling as the other person spoke. “I’ll be right there.”

Eyeing him hesitantly, you saw his entire demeanor change. The BAU had a case. Checking the time, you pulled back, “I should go.”

“Y/N,” he said. “I don’t want to part on bad terms,” he revealed to you as he started to get dressed himself.

Peering up at him, you offered your boyfriend a small smile, “We’re never on bad terms, angel boy.” You were just navigating a complicated relationship.

He raised his eyebrows like that statement surprised him, “but if I’m not going to see you for another month, then we can at least drive in together.”

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you had already made your decision, “If we drive in together, then I have to call you for a ride when I get back.” You settled your hands in your lap, crossing one leg over the other.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Spencer responded, leaning over you to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

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[starrierknight]

❣ TAGLIST FORM | BYF + DISCLAIMERS ❣

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎: hi, darlings!! this is my first kinktober, which is so exciting! while this doesn't adhere to the official 2023 kinktober prompts, i hope it will be enjoyable for you all! 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: this event exclusively features dom!reader x sub!character. the reader inserts are always gender neutral and written with AFAB anatomy in mind. all fics will be published at 11:30pm BST. all writing for this event will be tagged under ꒰ 🝮 ꒱ — kt 23 ❣ REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! ❣

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❥ pretty when you cry | 3.5k

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𝟎𝟑𝟏. 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 | unspecified m!character

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I aim to complete 15/31 fics this year (2023) , and then finish off the rest next year (2024). this is a two year event! (⋆ˆ ³ ˆ) ✎~

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[divine-donna]

tell me

instead of writing a fic, i settled on writing just a general collection of headcanons. these are gender neutral. and uh, i'm on a mission to convert my friend to the swann arlaud agenda.

anyways watch anatomy of a fall on a big screen. don't do what i did, which is just watch it on my laptop. movie is too good to be watched on a laptop. and also be a streaming service.

these are gender neutral, by the way.

part 02

character: vincent renzi (aka. hot lawyer from anatomy of a fall)

for vibes: "tell me" by fifty fifty

moving to france wasn't on your list of things to do when you were in your early teens. it was such a drastic move. but unfortunately, it made sense because your mother was a film scholar who specialized in french film and she got a job to teach at a prestigious university. it was an opportunity she had to take and you were brought along for the ride.

picking up french was not that hard. you learned in school and also picked it up from the films your mother watched. you remembered watching Cléo from 5 to 7 a lot. maybe you shouldn't have, considering its themes. being immersed in the environment helped you pick up on it quicker.

all to say, you were fluent by the time you reached university.

you don't remember which class you met him in. you just know you got put in a group together for introductions. typical first year stuff.

"vincent renzi."

he had a boyish charm to him. he looked younger than you, yet you were the same age. there was still some baby fat on his cheeks.

your smile was warm. "(y/n)."

he became one of your first friends.

university was a rough transition period. you left your old friends behind. you didn't like them that much anyways. they didn't seem to like you either. so, you essentially came into university without many friends.

it's a gradual friendship, one that arises from meeting up consistently and then those meetings evolving into hanging out for hours.

doing schoolwork while drinking coffee, reading in the library, going out for dinner. hell even cooking for each other. it was a solid friendship.

it helped that you guys also wandered in the same social circle. so you also had mutual friends, including german exchange student sandra voyter.

they always talked about how you two were together. always seen talking. always seen outside of class. even when you guys had so much work to do and you shouldn't be with him because you guys ended up distracted and procrastinating your papers.

"why do you still have this?" he asks.

it was your third year of university. your place was small cozy. and it was affordable with your two other roommates. you guys had gotten lucky with the rent.

"have what?" you don't look up from your laptop. you were nearly finished with your paper.

"this."

you look up. vincent's holding up a dvd box with a beat up cover sleeve. the colors were faded and the cardboard was bent all over, creating multiple webs.

"because it's mine?"

"it's all beat up. wouldn't it be better to transfer to a new box?" he shrugs.

"my mother gave it to me when i graduated. it's...niche, i guess." you think about how she gifted you her favorite movie and the movie she has written a whole book about.

"everyone knows Céline and Julie Go Boating."

"not in that sense. just in the sense that my mother has an interesting way to mourn me leaving the house." you still stayed with her when you went back. but graduating really proved that you weren't a kid anymore. "i really liked it when i was younger. because of the colors. the rest of the stuff did not register with me. according to her, i kept asking her to put it on."

"you must have had an interesting taste as a child."

"well...she specializes in this stuff. so i'm not surprised."

"you don't even have a tv."

"okay well, i have it for novelty sake."

your eyes return to your laptop screen. you don't notice the way vincent's eyes linger on you, watching the way your fingers intently move as you finish up your paper. or how you furrow your brows when rereading your sentence and realizing it makes no sense. or the gentle curse beneath your breath when you realize you've forgotten a word in your sentence. he's never heard someone curse so gently.

he sets the dvd back where he picked it up from, feeling the worn out cardboard.

it was your birthday. such a scary time, for it to come so soon.

originally, you thought it was going to be you, vincent, sandra, and some of your other friends. after all, vincent was good as organizing group events and outings.

when you showed up at your usual meeting spot, it was just him.

"are they going to meet us there?" you question.

"we'll meet them after." he smiles.

"what is going on in that brain of yours?"

"you'll see."

when he takes your hand, your heart flutters. you've held hands before. but never did it make you feel so...light. like a cloud. you weren't sure if you were imagining your cheeks heating up slightly.

vincent leads you to a nearby cinema. he buys two tickets for a limited showing of Céline and Julie Go Boating.

"this is so..." you can't help but let out a laugh, staring at the movie ticket.

"why not? get the full experience." his eyes are gentle. there's tenderness in his gaze. it makes you feel all warm and gooey on the inside.

"you know the movie is...over three hours long right?"

"of course. that's why i picked an earlier showing. so we can get to dinner on time later."

being in the dark with your friend for over three hours. watching a movie about two people who were coded to be lovers. what could go wrong?

nothing, really. in the eyes of someone else.

to you, and to him, everything.

you haven't seen the film in forever. so rewatching it was like watching it for the first time without being distracted by the colors.

vincent couldn't watch the movie. he was more interested in the way your face shifted, how you whispered about not remembering that happening, how you laughed and the way your lips curled so cutely.

in truth, he could care less about the movie.

you were his favorite film.

as céline and julie were in a soap opera, enacting a hetero-normative plot, you turn to look at vincent. you were wondering how your friend was holding up.

your eyes meet his and your lips can't help but curl into a smile.

"are you watching?"

"of course." his eyes flicker to the screen for a brief moment.

"or were you watching me?"

"your reactions are interesting. they tell me what i should be thinking of the film."

"i shouldn't be the one you judge this film on."

silence between you two. the kind of comfortable silence you two are used to. but something feels more different. perhaps because it was dark. perhaps because the world seemed to fall away and it was just the two of you and the film faded into the background.

you were oddly close to him. your shoulders were touching. and if you moved forward, your noses would be able to touch.

you shift closer, causing his breath to hitch. "thank you for this, by the way." when you whisper, it is a message only meant for him.

"happy birthday." he says. he moves his face closer, heart pounding.

you want to meet him in the middle. you want to feel his soft lips against your own. and yet, something grips you hard. it's stomach curdling.

you move forward, your lips on his cheek. his eyes widen and his shoulders slump a little. you pull away. "it's...nice. to have the bestest friend i know."

"that's not a word." sadness settles in his eyes.

"all words are made up. so i can make up new ones."

in the moment you felt unsure about not making a move. that regret comes to follow you in your life.

graduation came too soon. way too soon.

you had decided to leave france for a bit, go to grad school abroad. somewhere else where you could pursue an mfa in creative writing.

it was your last coffee before you guys would graduate, inevitably separating.

vincent said he wanted to tell you something. it was urgent, something important to him. you could tell he wanted to spit it out.

or did he want to vomit because he was nervous?

"stop leaving me in suspense!" you take a sip of your coffee. "what is it?"

should he tell you?

should he confess?

he wants to tell you. oh so desperately. and yet, he feels it would be selfish to.

it's not about if you didn't feel the same way. to vincent, being rejected is the better scenario.

he didn't want to keep you grounded in france, a place you were looking to leave because you have spent a decent chunk of your life here. moving was good for you.

he worried that if you felt the same way, then maybe you would reconsider going away. and if you were looking to leave forever, he didn't want to be the thing keeping you here.

i love you. i have for a while. let's go on a date.

thirteen words. three sentences.

it was so miniscule. but he felt like atlas, carrying the sky. he was carrying a whole world.

vincent wipes his palms against his jeans. his heart was stuck in his throat. and his brain acted first.

"i got accepted into law school."

"that's great! oh my god!" you nearly squeal for him.

your happiness for him was enough.

writing a hit debut novel is no easy feat. and yet, you did it. people loved your novel.

the novel centered on two friends. their platonic bond ends up in a weird limbo, where there's romantic tension but neither wants to act upon it in fear. ultimately, the two friends reunite years after they separated, on different career paths. they meet at a conference, sit at a bar, and the novel ends with them rekindling their relationship. you left it up to the reader to interpret that being romantic or platonic. or even if they never talked to each other again after that night.

you were on fire as an author. and your recent publication, a collection of short stories, had become particularly famous. especially on social media.

you decided to go back to france for a few months. you wanted to spend more time with your mother and catch up with your friends. all of them you haven't seen since university.

unfortunately it also didn't mean you were on vacation. you still had to work. and you had many book signings to attend to.

when you look up to see the next person, your heart nearly lurches out of your chest.

vincent aged like wine. he still looked like how he did in university. less baby fat. gray hair. some wrinkles. but you liked it.

his eyes meet yours and he walks over. "my favorite short story was the one about the cow farmer."

"that came from a dream i had as an undergraduate student." you open the book and sign the first page. "how are you?"

"good. good. how about you?" he smiles. he's so radiant. you're reminded why you missed him. and why you felt regret in your body from all those years ago.

"well, you already know about me." you gesture to the books. your books. "have you...met up with sandra recently?"

"on the rare occasion. she's been traveling a lot. but recently she moved here. with her husband."

"her husband...samuel?" vincent nods. "he's an interesting character. from the few times i met him."

"they seem to be doing alright." he takes the signed book and peeks at what you wrote. there's a heart next to his name.

"we should talk more. catch up."

"if you're free."

you think for a second. "can you come back in thirty minutes? i should be done by then."

vincent smiles. he leaves the bookstore.

he's waiting outside for you after those thirty minutes.

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[socksracoon10]

Hi love here I come with my first spontaneous idea 🩷

Reader is the Commodore's sister but sick of the ways of society. When Jack saves Elisabeth, reader is the one who persuaded James not to kill Jack and also the one he happens to threat in order to escape. She’s somehow drawn to the Captain and later gives Will the keys to the cell to set him free. Jacks thoughts circle around her, too and they reunite when she swings last minute from the Dauntless over to the Interceptor to join the pirates making way❣️

Curious of The Seas

A/N: Literally fell in love with your ask oh my god, couldn't stop thinking about it before I began writing!! Thank you so much for this request! Pairings: Jack Sparrow x F!Reader, Will Turner x F!Reader (Platonic), James Norrington x F!Reader (siblings)

"Don't slouch, stand straight," Commodore Norrington hissed at you. You glared at your brother, curving your lips downward. You hated how strict and loyal he was to the British Crown and how he enforced his rules onto you, despite being his "precious baby sister." 

Your brother didn't hate you, but he sure did a good job of making you hate him. He was pacing his quarters back and forth, rehearsing what he would say to Miss Elizabeth Swann upon meeting her. You rolled your eyes at the pathetic scene, realizing that if your brother were to marry Miss Swann you were next on the list for the most eligible bachelorette in Port Royal. Your body cringed at the thought and you wriggled your back to shake off the eerie feeling crawling down your spine and focused on trying to ease your brother at the moment.

"James, there is no point in stressing over something as simple as this. Tell her you are in love with-" You began but frowned when he interjected,

"Love? Don't be ridiculous!"

"So, you're not in love with her?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"No, no, I very much am in love with her. But it is not proper for a man such as myself to say trivial things to the daughter of the Governor!" Your brother reasoned and you sighed in an exasperated tone, shifting your gaze out the window.

Elizabeth had stared at you with a quizzical look on her face when your brother and you had first approached her. You both shared the same expression of disdain for the situation. It was very clear to see that she was indifferent to your brother and surely was the very last man that she had any interest for. You, on the other hand, dearly loved your brother and wanted to save him from any heartache that she would cause him. You chewed your lip nervously, watching them exchange a few words of greetings before walking away. The commodore glanced over his shoulder, mouthing a few warnings to reign your behavior in for the biggest moment of his life before stalking away.

Huffing in annoyance, you picked the ends of your dress up and marched past the Governor who was just about to start a conversation with you. He awkwardly shut his mouth and watched you walk away to stand on the other corner of the pillar where your brother and Elizabeth stood. He leaned backward to get a good look at you, sending you another glare before returning his full attention to the woman in front of him with a nervous smile. You sighed, gazing out to the sea. Your brother had taken you once beyond Port Royal when you were a little girl and he swore it was something he very much regretted; all you could ever do since then was talk about sailing the seas. You desired to travel across the world, collect artifacts, and live a free life. Your brother scoffed at your desires, stating that he would rather die than see his little sister galloping around like a pirate of all creatures.

As you gazed out into the horizons with a look of yearning, you heard the loudest splash from below. Peering over the edges of the wall, you frowned at the ripples that seemed to bloom near the rocks and you instantly pulled back from your position and walked around to notice your brother screaming Elizabeth's name.

"What did you do?" You exclaimed, resting a hand on his shoulder. He pulled away from your grasp, beginning to take his coat off but you grabbed hold of him,

"The rocks, James! She's lucky that she didn't hit them on her way down! Come, we can reach her at the docks!" You urged him, yanking his arm. He seemed instilled with distraught, at a loss for words, "She must've jumped by your mere presence!"

Your brother sent you a nasty scowl and the playful smirk on your lips faded away instantaneously. You knew this was no joking matter; the poor woman could've died on her way down and she was to be betrothed to him anyway. As your brother scampered off with the rest of the guards, you found your feet rooted to the ground as you stared up at the sky. Something was amiss. The clouds darkened and circled about gravely, and the sea no longer held its silky blue blanket to comfort you. Before you could try and comprehend what must've occurred, you felt an urgent tug around your arms and you sharply turned to find yourself facing the Governor.

"Come now, my dear, you mustn't dawdle around when my daughter's life is in danger!" He exclaimed and you frowned at his words, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him. Even if you wanted to help Elizabeth, there was surely no way you could swim into the waters with this puffy dress around you. You followed him down to the docks, pushing past the British officers to find yourself facing Elizabeth coughing up heaps of water from her lungs and then... a pirate.

With all the rifles surrounding him, you nearly thought they were aimed at your brother who stood in the way. You could only make out half his face, oblivious to the ensuing conversation that your brother was currently engaged in. You peeked around the Commodore's shoulder, carefully eyeing the strange man in your presence when his eyes flickered over to you for a sharp second before returning to your brother. Your breath hitched at the moment, taking in his disheveled and wet appearance as your brother remained as the shield between the man and you.

"He's a pirate," Your brother growled, his jaw clenching as he barked orders for his arrest. He ignored your gaping stare as he continued, "Sparrow, I assume?"

"Jack Sparrow?" You interjected, your mouth practically on the floor as you stared at him. The corner of the pirate's lips curved into a small smirk,

"It's Captain Jack Sparrow, love," He smiled with a wink. You smiled back before your brother forcefully shoved you behind him once again. He made a mental note to have a discussion with you about your behavior as soon as you returned home. He took the pirate's belongings and derided him for his lack of proper weapons, but it bothered him so deeply that you were so enchanted by the man. It irked him to think that his sister would fall foolish to a PIRATE of all people. He forcefully grabbed onto Jack's arm and began dragging him off before you cut him off,

"James! James!" You cried out, and your brother halted in his tracks and sent you a menacing scowl.

"Not another word from you, (Y/N)." He hissed, and you scoffed before pulling your skirt up ever so slightly to march up to your brother,

"This man, pirate or not, has just saved your betrothed's life! I suggest you at least show some mercy upon him!"

"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man's life of wickedness," Your brother corrected you as Jack was being handcuffed by a Redcoat.

"Though it seems enough to condemn him," Jack added, and you offered him a sympathetic look before turning to your brother with pleading eyes.

"Brother, please. I beg of you, consider an alternative for this man." You prodded him, as your eyes fell onto Elizabeth who smiled softly at your words.

"Please do so," Jack muttered, before dragging his bound hands around your neck. You gasped in response, tugging at the chains as your brother panicked.

"No one shoots!" The Commodore bellowed, holding his hands in the air, "Let go of my sister."

"Only if you return my belongings," Jack taunted with a haughty grin. He leaned closer to lowly utter into your ears, "You must be regretting your kindness, do you not?"

"I don't, but it seems that you'll regret it," You whispered, as you watched the guards hand in his belongings in a bundle. Jack nudged your back with his knee ever so lightly to grab hold of his things and you begrudgingly did so, before sharply turning around to face him.

"Now if you'll do me the pleasure... my, I don't think I know your name..." He said with a sly smirk. You frowned at him,

"It's Miss Norrington to you," You spat, placing his hat on. As you placed his sword, belt, and other personnel around him, you could feel his intense stare burning deep into you. If it was of lust or attraction, you did not know and at the moment did not necessarily care. Your mind was fixated on other things, and your brother was seething in rage as he watched Jack give him a look regarding your body against his that made him want to hurl. To think his sister was so close to a gruesome pirate! It was preposterous!

As you tied the last remaining string of his belt around him, you looked up at him with disgust. Not only was he a pirate, but this would be the talk of the town, and your brother's and your reputation would be spoiled. Your brother could easily regain his good fortune, but you were never as lucky. You hated the way the women would gossip and to think it was all spoiled over one man you decided to be too merciful with because your curiosity could not be controlled made you ready to commit arson.

"Is this how you repay me?" You hissed and the pirate smirked at your words,

"I saved your friend's life, and now you save me. Besides, you did after all wish for me to live. Now, suffer those consequences. When shall a beautiful lady such as yourself realize to never mess with a pirate?" He chuckled, before harshly turning you around with his gun aimed at your head. Your brother flinched at the sudden movement, making sure you were alright. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, you will always remember this as the day you almost caught Jack Sparrow," The pirate's voice boomed from behind you and the very next second you found yourself thrust upon your brother and Elizabeth. As Jack Sparrow hurriedly began his escape, he did not fail to include a personal message from his heart, "Thank you very much, Miss Norrington. I shall not ever forget such kindness!"

And you weren't ready to forget him, either. It would be for another reason. As the night raged on with a surge of pirates infiltrating Port Royal, you felt a growing desire to do something about it. Your brother had joined the Governor for his safety and left you at home to be tended to by the maids. Upon realizing that the front door would burst open regardless of the circumstances, you quietly slipped out the window in your nightly attire and made your way to the blacksmith's quarters where you knew for a fact that your good friend Will Smith would be. Will and you had grown as siblings; he was there for you more than your brother had been. He had anticipated your arrival anyway but found himself in jeopardy when his ears gathered the news that Elizabeth Swann had been abducted by the pirates. He was pacing around when you arrived and he quickly latched onto your shoulders,

"They've taken Elizabeth! I tried my best but-" Will began but you silenced him, bringing a hand to his mouth.

"I know what you must be going through. But there is not enough time. I heard you helped imprison Jack Sparrow." You whispered and he nodded his head, eyes wide as he tried to make the best of the situation, "Come, I have the key with me, we can both interrogate him and seek his help." Your hand fell to his own and led him towards the streets.

"Wait a minute," Will stopped you, and with a glance over your shoulder you already knew what he was about to say. He was going to prevent you from going. "(Y/N), I know you've always wished to escape Port Royal, but I cannot bring harm to you once you step foot onto the waters."

"Will," You chastised him, "I am no longer a little girl. I am very capable of handling my own matters."

"You are inexperienced, that's all I can say." Will rebuked your claim and you gasped at his words, before furrowing your brows,

"So are you!"

"Ah, but I shall be bringing Sparrow with me to help find Elizabeth."

"Oh, don't be so dull! I can help Sparrow and you as well. Do not prevent me from doing so! If it is out of fear that a pirate may do something towards a woman of my status, I assure you that no such thing will occur! If he dares to even look at me, I shall see to it that his eyes are gouged out by his blade!" You reasoned and Will took a step backwards, his lips parting in shock at your words. You had the spirit of a pirate in you that was for sure, and that was exactly what he feared.

"I cannot let you join. Your brother is... already facing loss," He replied in an awkward tone, considering how much he cared about Elizabeth, "He would be devasted to find you gone as well. Just stay put for now. I'm sure there shall be something more exciting for you in Port Royal."

You muttered a few unladylike curses under your breath and reluctantly offered him the key to the jail cell, "At least tell Sparrow that I was... delighted by his presence."

Will raised a suspicious eyebrow at your remark, unsure of how to respond. He nodded his head and then left you alone, as you brought your hands over your arms as your mind wandered towards the sea once again.

To say that Jack Sparrow was surprised by Will's statement regarding you would be an understatement. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you so willingly offered him the key to his escape, considering how he had humiliated your brother and especially you in front of everyone at the docks earlier in the day. He chewed his lip, his eyes dilating at the thought of you. The way you stared at him in defiance, your temples rising and falling with the way you clenched your jaw. Of course, who could forget the sensation of your fingers pressed up against him as you fastened his belt? As much of the ladies' man that Jack was, there was something different about you. You weren't like Giselle or Scarlet, complaining about superficial things or just merely trying to get into his pants. He could tell there was this curious spirit fighting to break free when he first laid eyes on you. The way you cautiously peered over your brother's shoulder had made him... well, he certainly wouldn't say his heart skipped a beat. He wasn't a silly little boy. He was a man! A grown man, a pirate! CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, mind you. And yet here he was, trying to justify to himself that what he felt for you was nothing more than just infatuation that would surely pass on.

But it didn't. It never did. While of course, his thoughts about stealing The Interceptor were his priority, he just couldn't stand still without his mind fleeting over to the very image of you, dressed in that regal bright blue gown and your hair all curled and pinned to form the most exquisite portrait of a woman he'd ever seen in his life. He smirked to himself at the thought of you, wondering what you must be doing at Port Royal at the moment. What if your brother had you married off to someone else? What if you were to live the rest of your life as a boring wife to an equally boring officer? He shook his head, wriggling himself free from those imaginative concoctions. He was a pirate, damn it. He had better things to think about than just a woman he had seen days ago.

"You've got to be kidding me," Your brother grumbled as he pushed past you. You had boarded The Interceptor with him, not because you had wanted to - even though you took every chance out on the sea with gratefulness - but because your brother was so worried about the possibility of your abduction that he wished you were beside him at all times. Including those incredibly still moments of him gazing out into the sea. To him, he seemed to have an air of control, all the world's burdens upon his shoulder. This was his duty. When you gazed out into the sea, however, it was a plethora of possibilities. The unmarked territories you could claim, the desire for you to seek out treasure from all corners. You could be free. And no one would stop you. Save your brother, but that was something he'd always do anyway. Your attention focused on The Dauntless a couple hundred meters away as you noticed flocks of the British crew on small boats were paddling towards the ship you were in. Your brother gazed through his telescope and snarled at the sight, hesitantly passing the device for you to see as well. From afar, you saw Will Turner and... Jack Sparrow? The pirate? Both of them were flapping their arms around trying to make use of the mast. You guffawed at the sight, laughing at them. You turned to face your brother who quickly reminded you with his gaze about your behavior and you swallowed the amusement away as fast as you could.

The two ships - The Dauntless and The Interceptor - were locked horns now and your brother ordered you to come with him to board The Dauntless and put an end to Sparrow's madness. You reluctantly agreed, your eyes scanning around to see any sight of the familiar pirate you had so longed to see. 

"Search every cabin, every hull," Your brother barked, before turning back to you, "And you stay close to me. Do not go wandering about like a fool like you always do." 

You glowered at him, electing not to anger him any further as you stood on the deck. You watched him disappear among the surge of officers onto The Dauntless. You sighed, pacing back and forth when you noticed two men swing over to The Interceptor. It was Will and Jack.

Eyes widening in surprise, you tried to call attention to the situation but your cries fell on deaf ears. You stomped your foot and watched Jack cut off the rope ties, one by one. His gaze was fixed downwards until he looked up momentarily, and there you stood. He stood there for a few more seconds, completely surprised by your presence. Deep down, as much as he hated to admit it, he feared that he would never see you again.

"What are you doing? Cut the rope!" Will cried out in confusion before he followed Jack's eyes to you. Jack looked upwards at the rope still connecting the two boats before turning back to you,

"Jump, Miss Norrington!" He instructed, and you stepped forward, holding onto a long piece of rope. Upon hearing your name, your brother rushed out of the Captain's Quarters, pushing past his men.

"(Y/N)!" He yelled, his eyes daring you to make another move. Realizing that this was the only opportunity to acquire what you had spent so long yearning for; the deep blue seas, the adventure, and the whimsical treasures, you sent him one final glance before running off the deck of The Dauntless and swinging onto The Interceptor. With the final rope now gone, and the ship sailing forward at full speed your brother looked at you as if you were dead to him.

When The Dauntless was far behind and there seemed to be no danger at the present moment, you walked towards your friend Will and the pirate beside him. Will seemed elated that you were there, and he hugged you so warmly that you nearly forgot that he was not related to you by blood. Releasing you from his arms, he sheepishly stepped aside as Jack Sparrow stepped forward.

"Miss Norrington, it is a pleasure to have you on board with us. I almost feared you might not have the guts to swing over," He teased, his hand graciously wrapping around your own as he kissed your fingers with such gentleness that it surprised you. You cracked half a smile at him, narrowing your eyes, before responding,

"You may call me (Y/N), and please, I never turn down an opportunity for adventure."

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[cyancherub]

do you have any book recommendations for us :D

MAYBE SO.......!!!! u know i love talkin abt books!!!

well, ok since ive posted about most of the books ive been reading recently MAYBE i can also post about some that i ordered and am waiting to arrive??? because all of these sounded very interesting to me!!!

SO books i have coming in the mail:

surrealist novels:

the woman in the dunes by kobo abe

the hearing trumpet by leonora carrington

the melancholy of resistance by laszlo krasznahorkai:

the third policeman by flann o'brien

nadja by andre breton

(been really into surrealism lately if it isn't apparent. most excited for melancholy of resistance i think)

horror, gothic, etc:

bruges-la-morte by georges rodenbach

the damned (la-bas) by joris-karl huysmans

floating dragon by peter straub

classics, short stories, etc:

french decadent tales (oxford world's classics) by stephen romer

in watermelon sugar by richard brautigan

swann's way (in search of lost time, #1) by marcel proust

selected short stories by balzac

icefields by thomas wharton

some ive picked up recently & stoked to read:

ada, or ardor by nabokov (my most beloved author of all time)

carmilla by le fanu

nightmare alley by william lindsay gresham

a king alone by jean giono

twilight of the idols by nietzsche

transparent things by nabokov

dark water by koji suzuki

selected poems by jorge luis borges (also beloved)

trolled my goodreads for more recs

books ive read & enjoyed so far this year:

the iliac crest by cristina rivera garza

the tenant by roland topor (FAV!!! huge fav)

crimson labyrinth by yusuke kishi

pedro paramo by juan rulfo

carolina ghost woods by judy jordan

death in her hands by ottessa moshfegh

the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

in the lake of the woods by tim o'brien

disgrace by j m coetzee

goth by otsuichi

books i enjoyed from last year:

the lottery & other stories by shirley jackson

the vegetarian by han kang

rosemary's baby by ira levin

piercing by ryu murakami (an all time fav)

the bloody chamber by angela carter (fav)

starve acre by andrew michael hurley (also a fav)

the glassy, burning floor of hell by brian evenson

the devil's larder by jim crace

monstrilio by gerardo samano cordova

and as a bonus, literally anything by nabokov. i have a big book of his short fiction that ive been reading slowly for a long while. despair by him is my fav book of all time, hands down. he is a master of absurdism (and a master of every language he writes in).

ALSO!!!! if youre into poetry, anything and every single thing by: t.s. eliot, baudelaire, rimbaud, borges. i also love neruda's poetry but i have heard he was an awful man so keep that in mind

#thotbox #thotmail #talky cherub #library cherub #i buy 95% of my books secondhand #i have something of a problem but i figure books are not the worst addiction one can have.....OOPS

[norbiegrafton]

♛ → THE VALE presents NORBERT “NORBIE” GRAFTON, the LORD of GULLTOWN. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the BLACKS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the THIRTY year old CIS MAN who was ECCENTRIC & ENTHUSIASTIC before they saw the first of the flames, is now BUMBLING & FUSSY after seeing the last. they’re often associated with tall buildings contrasting against the sky, a pile of books stacked haphazardly on a messy desk, the smell of burnt hair from singed eyebrows ( jonah hauer-king )

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tws: none

history.

at the beginning

norbert grafton was the second-born son of house grafton. in between siblings jack and fiona, norbie was a quiet, serious baby who hit all his mental milestones way before most of his peers, but was slow to learn to sit and to walk. maesters were consulted, but there wasn't anything wrong with him. he just didn't want to do it.

as a child, he had a mild speech impediment he grew out of- but not before he acquired the nickname most people, friends and enemies alike, know him as. he struggled with pronounced his own name, and thus, became simply norbie.

socially, norbie has always struggled a little, too awkward and too wrapped up in his own interests to make a good conversationalist. he also lacks any physical or martial gifts. as a child he was bullied and laughed at when in the company of other boys, and still feels more comfortable in the company of women to this day.

the three grafton siblings have always been very different, but very close. in norbie's eyes, they are strongest as a three, with each possessing skills the others lack.

somewhere in between

as he grew older, norbie was fostered with the swann family in the stormlands. during this time, he forged a friendship with wylliam swann.

when leaving the swanns to make his way in the world. he first went to oldtown to begin training as a maester of the citadel, believing his natural intellect would make him a good fit to wear the chain. however, he hated his time there from the moment he arrived. norbie found he took little joy in learning what they wanted him to learn, and the maesters didn't like that he questioned their teachings. he lasted only a few weeks before leaving, returning to his family in gulltown.

the here and now

norbie has many hobbies, ranging from botany and geology to writing poetry, but the thing he gets most excited about is architecture. he is incredibly knowledgeable on the subject and often involved in plans for construction around gulltown. nothing gets him as excited as interesting buildings. he also loves to experiment with inventing, though his experiments fail more often than they succeed.

he’s aware of current events, but tries to keep himself out of it, as a chronically non-confrontational man. if asked, he will respond with something like “terrible business, that,” or “yes, it’s nice to have some good news,” before steering the conversation towards something he’s more comfortable discussing. when pressed on his opinion on politics, he will often launch into a lecture comparing the topic at hand to a historical event that bores others to tears. he does have a strict loyalty to the arryn family and is happy to support whoever is sitting on the throne at any given time as long as it doesn't bring trouble to his door.

there's no part of norbie that wishes he was older than his brother. he doesn't mind being a second son, and doesn't have aspirations for power or reaching above his station. he's happy to support jack and together they make a good team, with norbie happily able to focus on what he's good at and continuing to grow his knowledge and skills whilst helping his brother manage the practical sides of lordship.

personality.

basics

norbie is an eternal scholar who prefers to pursue his own hobbies and interests when it comes to matter of academia rather than be told what he should be interested in. fortunately for him, his hobbies are incredibly varied, and he's good enough at them to be considered genuinely insightful and intelligent. whilst architecture is his first love, he also loves botany and gardening, geology and the natural world, and if you ask him anything about the law, politics, or history, and he can explain it down to the last detail. he spends an ungodly amount of hours searching for books he hasn’t read yet. however, he doesn’t much care for works of fiction, though he has a soft spot in his heart for poetry.

norbie suffers from face blindness. he repeats peoples names too many times when speaking to them in order to make sure he's talking to the right person, and he tells people apart by their mannerisms, but he needs to get to know people a little better before he’s able to accurately do so. as such, he often confuses the names of people he has only a passing familiarity with unless they have a really distinct feature he can focus on.

he possesses no martial skills, but he does have good business sense and near-genius level intellect. unfortunately, this makes him rather pompous. in conversation, he tends to ramble. he’s a sensitive man and easily flustered.

he loves to complain about everything to anybody who will listen. his favourite topic to whinge about his his knees, which are weak and crack when he stands up. If you journey with him to the eyrie, he will spend the entire trip up the mountain and a few hours after his arrival moaning about his bad knees.

he's a friendly enough man in his own way, though not always easy to converse with. due to this, he has very few real friends.

rumours

i imagine most people don't really know what to make of norbie. he's an odd man with a strange manner, but very obviously harmless.

he owns an extensive library of books and doesn't gatekeep them. it is not uncommon for him to receive letters, even from people he's never met, asking for information on obscure topics and he's happy to lend out any resources he has. he's read them all before anyway.

goals

he's happy to live his life continuing to learn and expand his knowledge. he's very curious about the world around him and once he gets stuck on a topic, he doesn't stop until he knows it inside and out.

his ultimate dream is to turn gulltown into a city of splendours. he takes an active role in building and architecture work around the city (and elsewhere, if asked), and his grand vision is to turn his home into something truly special.

fears

norbie is accutely aware of the difference between himself and his siblings, and whilst he does acknowledge that they balance each other well, he does fear letting them down or embarrassing them. disappointing his family is his biggest fear in life.

other.

norbie is demisexual, though he hasn't really thought much about attraction and orientation. he's never really felt romantic or sexual feelings for anybody before, though he is able to do so should he form a strong bond with a prospective partner. the idea of marriage makes him break out in a cold sweat.

he follows his faith in a sort of clockwork, methodical way. though he doesn't voice it, he does question the ideals and teachings of religion and follows them out of habit more than anything else (though he is partial to the smith should he be pressed). he's interested in science, and how things work, and so this puts him in conflict with faith in general, though he's not completely lapsed. similar to enlightment era thinkers, he looks for rationality when it comes to matters of magical and mythical.

he loves his creature comforts and staying at home amongst his luxuries, but whilst he complains about it the entire time, norbie does take time to travel around westeros - largely to observe the different geological features and architectural styles. it's not uncommon to see him tramping around the different kingdoms making notes. it's all part of his research to combine the best, most impressive and well-functioning aspects of each region as part of his designs.

#▫️ character building ╱ old ways don't open new doors #as ever this will be updated on the reg

[callme-darling]

nav. - all he wants to do is party with his pretty baby

jen. twenty-two. capricorn. she/her. panther.

abt . masterlist . reqs

who i write for

swann arlaud + roles (i’m loyal🤭)

tags i use + meaning

✭₊˚✧ jen . ; important blog or personal things

♡ ₊˚✧ reblogs . ; speaks for itself

ꕤ ₊˚✧ mailbox . ; used when i answer an ask

♱₊˚✧ filth . ; suggestive/smut/n.sfw

❀₊˚✧ thots . ; used for things that aren’t full pieces (drabbles)

©callme-darling 2024. please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my writing anywhere

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[slayerwrites]

hi! so after being gone for a few months i’m finally ready to come back to the discord 1x1 world, so i’m desperate to get some things set up and to find new writing partners! i’ve just updated things on my blog but i’ve decided to throw everything i’m wanting in this post to make things easier.

please do read through my rules (my pinned post) before interacting with me. if you see anything you’re interested in (or if you just want to come up with something together) then either like this post or IM me.

WHAT I DO:

21+ only (this includes writers, fcs and muses)

fxf, mxf, fxnb, mxnb

i play any gender

third person writing

ocs, canon

slice of life, supernatural, fantasy, fandom, crossovers

multiples/world building

tupperbox user

pinterest boards

FANDOMS:

mcu

dceu

charmed

stranger things

buffy the vampire slayer

the witcher (netflix only)

twilight

disney

pirates of the caribbean

the mask of zorro/the legend of zorro

the mummy

van helsing (netflix series)

underworld

snowpiercer (netflix only) 

SPECIFIC SHIPS FOR FANDOMS:

tony stark & pepper potts (mcu)

bruce banner & natasha romanoff (mcu)

natasha romanoff & oc (mcu)

wanda maximoff & oc (mcu)

peter quill & gamora (mcu)

clark kent & lois lane (dceu)

arthur curry & diana prince (dceu)

arthur curry & oc (dceu)

leo wyat & piper halliwell (charmed)

phoebe halliwell & cole turner (charmed)

joyce byers & jim hopper (stranger things)

buffy summers & spike (buffy the vampire slayer)

willow rosenberg & oc (buffy the vampire slayer)

geralt of rivera & yennefer of vengerberg (the witcher)

geralt of rivera & oc (the witcher)

emmett cullen & rosalie hale (twilight)

vampire oc & werewolf oc (twilight)

will turner & elizabeth swann (pirates of the caribbean)

elena de la vega & alejandro de la vega (mask of zorro)

evelyn o’connell & rick o’connell (the mummy)

PLOTS FOR OCS:

age gaps

wlw in general

teacher/student (student must be 21+)

anything involving older muses

forbidden love

two people from different worlds

domestic fluff

bodyguard/celeb

celeb/fan

bad boy or mob boss/innocent girl

SPECIFIC PLOTS:

001: muse a is from the past (maybe like the 1800s, but any time really) they’re just living their life, minding their own business when somehow they get sucked into the year 2022. they get hurt the second they arrive in the future, causing muse b to care for them and take them to the hospital. muse b sticks around to make sure they’re okay but no one seems to know who this person is and cannot find records of them. once muse a wakes up, they’re instantly freaked out and rambling about what this world is and questioning how they got there. when out of the hospital, muse a clings to muse b, feeling safe with them which at first annoys muse b, but they start to get used to their company. slowly they start to believe that muse a is from the past and starts to teach them about the future. they of course fall for each other, until one day they figure out a way to get muse a back to their own year, but neither of them want muse a to go.

002: give me a plot with older muses (35-40) where they’ve been happily married for years, living in their dream home, have a great life together, maybe they have kids already who are all off in college or living their own lives. now that they no longer have children living at home they want to plan to live for themselves, go on trips and do things they never got to do with being young parents. however one day they found out they are pregnant and now they have to put everything on hold again as they adjust to pregnancy and being parents to a baby again at an older age. give me all the angst and fluff that could come with this!!

003: muse a is a rich, successful person who lives in a mansion in a gated community and seems to have it all with their child. muse b is living pay check to pay check in a one bedroom apartment downtown, who has given up hope on furthering their career. muse b takes a job in muse a’s home and they hit it off but not without obstacles on the way. muse a gives muse b the motivation to work on their career and muse b shows muse a there’s more to life then work.

004: kind of based on the movie burlesque. muse a moves to a new city and gets a job in a burlesque club, where the muse b already works as a waiter. muse b helps muse a to fit in and the rest is history. or we can do it where the dancer already works at the club and the new person wants a job as a waiter.

005: both are monster/demon hunters, forced to work together and neither are happy about it. they constantly bicker and blame each other for everything, until maybe day it causes them to mess up and one gets seriously hurt (maybe even turned into a vampire or werewolf.) after that things change and they slowly the hate turns into love.

006: based on ariana grande’s into you music video. muse a’s a superstar, their life isn’t their own and they’re plunged into the limelight. they’re in a pr relationship with a jerk who’s only using muse a for their own clout but muse a’s manager won’t let them leave. muse b is muse a’s bodyguard and one of the only people who treats them like a normal person. they start up a secret relationship, always sneaking off together and falling madly in love with each other. they want to go public, but muse b knows they would lose their job and the scandal could really effect muse a’s career.

007: the typical one’s a vampire and one’s a werewolf, think underworld: rise of the lycans. muse a is vampire royalty, living the easy life in the darkness. muse b is a werewolf solider, created and trained to kill every last vampire since the war started thousands of years ago. muse b’s next target? muse a. but what happens when muse b comes face to face with muse a and imprints on them? 

008: muse a is a famous star, used to living in the limelight and dealing with the media, fans and everyone knowing their business. muse b is just an ordinary person, who just so happens to be dating muse a. just a cute but angsty plot of muse b trying to come to terms with now having their life plastered over the internet and everyone having an opinion on them.

009: tw: crime, prison, drugs, alcohol. muse a has had a bad life, getting into the wrong crowd at a young age and turning to drugs and alcohol. at 18 they are arrested and put in prison for armed robbery. muse b is a do gooder, glass is half full and can never do no wrong kind of person, who volunteers at the local prison to talk to the inmates and to listen when needed. this is where muse a and muse b meet. muse b helps muse a find the motivation to change their life once they get out. now that muse a is out of prison they go to find muse b to carry on the friendship and for help as they try to get settled in a normal life away from crime. the friendship quickly turns into romance but what happens when muse a’s past comes to haunt them and old friends try to get them back into a life of crime?

010: tw: crime, suicide. muse a is a vampire gang leader, hundreds of years old, ruthless, feared far and wide within the vampire community. muse b is an innocent mortal, living their life unaware of the dark world hiding within the city they live in. however after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, muse b is suddenly caught up in the vampire world. muse a saves muse b unexpectedly, randomly feeling protective of the mortal. the vampire who once only saw humans as food is suddenly in love with this mortal. muse b is now the most protected mortal within the city, going after them would be suicide. but can muse b live in such a brutal world of not only crime but also with a constant target over their head for who they are dating.

#discord 1x1 #discord rp #1x1 rp #fandom rp #fandom 1x1 #1x1 roleplay #marvel 1x1 #dc 1x1 #indie rp #roleplay #oc rp #oc 1x1

[iceandfiredrawings]

I would like to share a bit how I imagine Daella's life. THIS IS NOT REAL, these are just "inventions", "theories", whatever you want to call it, mine. why? because I love these characters and I like to imagine their plot, especially when George takes time to give us the official information! 😂 Anyway, this is just my imagination running and since I have nowhere to write it, I'll leave it here for whoever wants to read it. Please excuse my English, it's not my mother tongue but I hope you understand... 😅🙌😁

Daella was born in Summerhall, and throughout her childhood she wished to marry her cousin Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Breakspear and heir to the Iron Throne. Due to the difference in age and other interests involved, Valarr ends up marrying Kiera of Tyrosh, which causes Daella to hate Kiera deeply...

During her childhood, Daella begins to get close to her brother Daeron, although she got along with all her siblings (except Aerion) she always said that Daeron was her favorite brother.And he said the same about her.

When Daella grew up, she married Edwyn Swann, but he died shortly after the wedding during the third Blackfyre rebellion. After that, Daella did not marry again (at least for a time). Maekar and Lord Bloodraven wanted Daella to marry Daeron, even when he was asked to choose his wife, the prince chose his sister, but despite the fact that she showed certain doubts about whether to accept or not, she ended up refusing that commitment.

Following an incident at Aegon and Betha's wedding, Daella is sent to Summerhall, escorted by a guard led by Ser Duncan the Tall. There Daella became familiar with the common people, whom she began to help. Exile also brought Daella closer to ser Duncan, who despite knowing him for years did not maintain a close relationship... Until now. During that time, Daella and Duncan fell in love.

Eventually Daeron marries Kiera of Tyrosh and wishes to have the wedding and celebration at Summerhall.

—Of all the maidens in the realm, do you choose our cousin's infertile widow? Wise choice—Daella told her brother when she found out about the engagement.

—No sister. Of all the women in the kingdom, I chose you first, but you refused my hand.

During a tournament honoring the newlyweds, Ser Duncan is crowned champion. and names Daella Targaryen Queen of Love and Beauty, ignoring the bride (who was traditionally chosen at weddings). This aroused suspicion in the Hand of the King, Brynden Rivers, and convinced Maekar to find Daella a husband. Again the princess refused, as stubborn as her father, she did not agree to marry. Finally, Lord Bloodraven convinced Maekar to take Duncan away, and Daella lived in Summerhall with Aegon and his wife.

Years later, Prince Daeron dies and Daella travels to Dragonstone to bid farewell to her brother. There an incident happens, where Daella blames her sister-in-law for taking her brother from her. Again Daella returns to Summerhall, this time in the company of ser Duncan, with whom she has a relationship again, hidden from the entire court.

For a time Daella and Duncan have a secret romance, but Maekar sends a raven to Summerhall where he requests the return of the knight and Aegon to go to battle. Daella decides it is time to tell Maekar that she wishes to marry Duncan, but they both fear the King's reaction. Afraid that the King might take the proposal the wrong way, she decides to wait until they return from the war. During that time, Daella discovers that she is pregnant and seeks advice from her brother Aemon. He tells her that Maekar will never forgive anyone who has dared to dishonor his daughter and that Duncan's life could be in danger if the he finds out that Duncan is the father of the baby. Still hoping that her father will grant permission for the wedding, Daella enlists the help of Lady Shiera Seastar, Bloodraven's mistress, to intercede with the Hand of the King on her behalf. She does not tell her about her condition, she only informs her that she is in love with a man, who is lowborn but honorable and wants her father's permission to marry him as soon as possible.

Shiera knows Daella's condition and knows why the urgency of a marriage. Of course she reports it to Blood Raven. The Hand of the King has other plans for the princess, so he lies to her.

He tells her that the King will not allow his daughter to marry a "nobody", that her marriage should be with a noble lord and that if he finds out who is the man she is in love with, he will put his head in a spear.

Afraid of the king's supposed response, Daella decides to follow Shiera Seastar's advice, and marry a lord before her pregnancy begins to show. The chosen one is Lord Tarth, a kind and handsome young man.

Months later, the kingdom receives the news that the King has died in battle, once back in court, the Hand of the King convenes a Council to choose a successor. Duncan, who already knew about the news of Daella's marriage, tells her that Maekar never knew that she wanted to get married. The princess realizes the deception and confronts the Hand of the King, who tells her that he did everything for her good and that of the Kingdom, claiming that it was inevitable to convene a council to choose a new ruler and that an ill-fated marriage to Duncan would affect her claim to the Throne.

During the Council's time, Daella discovers that Lady Kiera has conspired with the Blackfyre to betray House Targaryens and place the usurper on the Throne. She reports this to Brynden Rivers, who orders Lady Kiera's death.

—You will be the one to inform your sister-in-law about her execution, I think you have earned that right.

Some say that Daella was the one who ordered her death, others say that despite the betrayal, the princess did her best to avoid a death sentence. But they all agree on something: the princess was not at all sad with the execution of her sister-in-law, in fact, the day of Lady Kiera's execution, Daella seemed the personification of the Unknown, who had attended only to take the soul of the damned with her. The princess looked pale, haggard, and although she had recently given birth, she was too thin. It is also said that her violet eyes never left the dais where Lady Kiera stood, not even when her head was detached from her body.

Some lords of the great houses of the west agreed that Daella should be Maekar's successor, even the Hand of the King supported her claim, as did her siblings. But Daella still held a grudge against Brynden for interfering with her plans with Duncan, so one day before her appointment, Daella appeared in the throne room and said:

—I am here thanks to you. I am here as a princess of the Seven Kingdoms, and as such, I know that I have a duty to you. I understand that. I have done everything in my power to serve this realm, to cleanse it of traitors, and to help the people. However, I am here today to inform you, that I renounce the Crown, and abdicate all rights I have to the Iron Throne in favor of my brother Aegon Targaryen.

Shouts from the lords of the realm rose to the ceiling of the hall, Blood Raven quickly questioning the princess about her decision.

—What have you done? I have given you the Kingdom and you reject it with this impudence?

—I will continue to serve the kingdom in any way I can from my place as princess, but I refuse to give my life to the crown. What have the Seven Kingdoms done for me but bring me misfortune? Two arranged marriages, they took my dear brother from me, they took my father from me, They took away my chance to marry the man I love. I am not willing to give my life and my family to this kingdom full of crows and snakes.

After that Daella went with her husband and son to Tarth and did not return to the court of King's Landing until years later.

Daella was at court when prince Duncan, King Aegon's son, abdicated the crown so he could marry Jenny of Oldstones. Some people say that it was she who advised her nephew to make such a decision... that decision led to the Summerhall tragedy years later. Daella was not on site when the tragedy occurred, having learned the news from her niece, and now queen, Shaera Targaryen.

When she learned of the fate of her brother, her nephew, and her beloved Duncan, Daella sank into a deep depression. One night, she told her husband that she would be praying for her brother and nephew in the sept of the Castle. She took her own life by hanging herself on the altar in the sept. Her remains were interred in the crypt of Evenfall, in Tarth.

#house targaryen #house of the dragon #daella targaryen #a song of ice and fire #ser duncan #duncan the tall #aegon v targaryen #dunk and egg #a knight of the seven kingdoms #fire and blood #fire and blood ii #fanfic #house tarth #house of the Dragon fanfic #brynden rivers #lord bloodraven #bloodraven #maekar targaryen #rhae targaryen #lady kiera of tyrosh #kiera of tyrosh #daeron targaryen #aerion targaryen #aemon targaryen

[netherfeildren]

so idk if you even CARE but you know how you mentioned that manuel ferrera and angela white vidéo sometime in the last week?? someone had said it was FoG coded; someone else said it was Someone’s Wife coded. well…. i went looking for it. and girrllll that video and a robby echo with naomi swann video (anon’s rec) have been on HEAVY rotation. add to it TCC and this version of the mandalorian …. omfg vic 🫠😮‍💨🥴i don’t know if i should kiss you, hug you, give you my first born. but you deserve endless happiness for what you give us not only writing wise but porn rec wise.

keep it coming lol 🫶🏽🫡

please this is literally my favorite topic of discussion that we have on here I CARE!! the fact that man exists out in the world somewhere and that we all collectively know he fucks LIKE THAT it's not good for my mental wellness ok i think about the ending of that angela white video every day especially the part where they’re just kissing and hugging fml

listen I'm just gunna say that some of the stuff I've been writing recently for TCC is so outrageously obscene, I'd said before it was my smuttiest story yet but goddamn I underestimated the things I was capable of 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

i love kisses and hugs and babies gimme all of em

#vic replies #TCC fic

[lxwhxnxrcxyxte]

the two enemies in the west of Valentine

(this is based in rdr2 online 👍🏼)

nsfw warning anal fingering and lap sitting enjoy

this took me from 4:35 am to 637 am

Withered Rosé swann 

Gender: M

Hair color: black

Eye color: almost white baby blues

Height: 6’3

Sexuality: in denial of bisexuality aka thinks he’s straight 

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Details: he is for the most part gentle and kind he has a journal which he often writes in and draws in regularly he’s clingy like a puppy when he’s had to much to drink for the most part he’s a top until it comes to a certain antagonist, he’s the main protagonist of the story a certified good boah, he’s a caring high honor big boah

(You can skip this)

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His horses name: Xnaide

Horse breed: the brindle Missouri Fox Trotter from online 

Horse details: 

Gender: male

Color: brown with black brindle and a white face

Speed: 10

Bonding with Withered: 4/MAX

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(A moth landed on me and it was the color of a leaf 😭… by the way I’m 42 minutes into writing this 💀)

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Dakota (don’t have a middle or last name it’s my friends character)

Gender: male 

Hair color: black 

eye color: brown 

Height: 6’6

Sexuality: straight but gay for a certain cow poke 

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Details:  he is rough and unkind the opposite of withered doesn’t journal a decent painter & photographer

Curses out of pocket hilariously when drunk and gets in tussles in the bars

full on top dude not clingy but is touch starved -|- certified evil boah genuinely is a train robber and bank robber. 

  Uncaring almost low honor boah 

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“Agh! Fuck…!” Withered groaned as his head hit the wagons side as he was held hostage by Dakota and his bad driving causing Withered’s head to hit the side 

“Oh shut up Withered why don’t ya?!” Dakota growled keeping the shire horses steady so the wagon goes right but just enough for Withered to be slung around 

“Not my damn fault you keep slamming me around back here!”Withered whined

“I’ll break your legs if you don’t shut the hell up Swann!” Dakota hissed 

“No you won’t!, my boys’ll tear you to shreds when they get out the sheriffs!” Withered growled back before he gets slammed into the back of the wagon and gets knocked out…

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Part 2

Soon later withered woke up but he was tied to a tree forced to remain on his knees as the cold air hit his half revealed stomach that was from his hands being tied behind him he looked around squinting he must’ve been out for quite a few hours “ah darn… ouch..” The back of his neck hurt so bad he turned his head checking if he had the same clothes and he didn’t exactly he had the same gloves on and bandanna on, but who changed him.. “wha- oh well shit.” He groaned hoping that Dakota hadn’t done anything 

Dakota came near Withered “sorry it rained while you were out so you know..” he smirked with that smile of his as Withereds face slightly turned red “damn you Dakota! You pervert!”

He growled back at Dakota as He grabbed withereds collar “suck it up kitty, you are under my hold and would you prefer being soaked or dry? Eh? Didn’t think so.”

He dropped withered as he walked away and the next morning Dakota unties withered and makes withered do a large amount of work 

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Part 3 NSFW warning 18+

Pining, rough sex, Hate sex, bottoming, Dakota being an ass, overstimulation 

“C’mere Withered.” Dakota said as he pulled Withered to him and pulled him on his lap “Dakota- what’re you-“

Dakota put his hand on withereds mouth and put his hand in Withereds trousers and moved his hand around “Dakota!” He said muffled his face turning red as he slightly shivered from the touch then he gave in to the touch and Dakota pushed Withered onto the cot and got on top of him after pulling his hand out and then pulling Withereds pants down and grabbing a tin of lube and used it on Withered and slipped one finger in readying him for what was next before shoving his length in “hnnmmmh~” Withered moaned slightly as Dakota started carefully thrusting in withered before starting to go more roughly getting a few moans from him before shoving his head into the pillow and then overstimulating Withered a bit too much before cleaning up and helping Withered get dressed “your gonna be sore heh..” Dakota said 

_________________________________the next night they leave the camp after packing up and Dakota brings Withered to a enemy camp 

-6:37 my hands started cramping the nsfw would have been longer if my hands weren’t sore 👍🏼 keep an eye out for a update 

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Part 4 (warning: Male prostitution, other themes 18+)

Withered was tied to another tree in the camp, it was the o’Driscolls, it just had to be the damn O’Driscolls, he sees someone he knew….

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[Caseallo]

Gender: Male

Hair color: dirty blonde 

Eye doctor: Gray 

Height: 5’4 (smol boah..)

Details: can take a length if yk what I mean, gentle top, loud bottom, an innocent drunk except his job… used to be a artist regularly gentle unless angry never gets mad if he’s fond of the person he’s around just slightly irritated  for the most part bottom

Very low honor boah -|-

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“Caseallo…?” Withered said surprised to see his friend 

“Withered-??, I thought Janell killed you-..” Caseallo stared down at Withered who was injured beaten and tied up “she didn’t get the chance to I mean she poisoned me but I survived.. it hurt like hell” Withered said pausing for a second “Why are you with the o’Driscolls eh….?”

He hissed his face turned a grimace as he forced himself to his feet the rope’s creaking as he moved up “I uh….needed the money, and uh…you’re a lot taller than you were..”

Caseallo mumbles 

“I was 13 when you LET Janell poison me, OF COURSE I have grown since then….” He growled 

“I’m sorry!!” Caseallo looked terrified 

“Oh how easy you are to frighten traitor, get out of my sight.” Caseallo left and fumbled to get into a tent as Dakota stepped in front of Withered “my….my so…Agressive…” He chuckled lowering a knife to Withereds neck daring to let his blood spill “eat shit cocksucker.” He growled at Dakota “oh that wasn’t what you were saying when you were under my mercy earlier…” he laughed at withered as his free hand traced the outline of Withereds chest “oh but I wonder what your wife will think about that Dakota…. Your wife who has a child that is yours, tell her she can come in my bed sheets she probably hasn’t had a real guy before…” he laughed at him, Dakota drew blood from withereds throat causing him to gag “keep my wife out of your mouth!” He dug the knife deep  and got a idea “oh you’re gonna regret saying that” he said before kicking withered in the head and forcing him onto his knees and Dakota undid his pants “What’re you-“ Withered managed to say before Dakota shoved his dick into Withereds throat thrusting immediately causing withered to gag going at it for a few minutes before releasing cum into Withereds throat and then grabbed his hair tie pulling his head backwards and shoving his dick deeper Withered was going to bite but Dakota held his mouth open before releasing again thrusting more “mmmphhh-“ Withered tried to say something but it was muffled Dakota let him go as cum dripped out of his mouth “f-fuck…” he groaned trying to spit it out to no avail “damn you…” he said trying to get his ropes loose and managed to get one hand out before getting knocked out and then waking up to the sound of gunfire and then he managed to get loose and walked out slightly stumbling and wiping the drool from his mouth from sleeping and he saw Caseallo shooting at two of Withereds gang members and Withered managed to tackle both of them and get them out of the range of bullets and they managed to escape from the o’Driscolls and withered’s gang gets out of jail 

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[adelaidedrubman]

✨, 🌱, 😇 + jessie & jenna xx

thank you stella my beloved, i enjoyed thinking on these for both girls.

[   ✨     ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

fire imagery beloved. i’m a cliché ass bitch. it’s relevant to her personal canon yes, and there are more loose connections to the larger game canon she comes from as well. (world is on fire and it’s your fault, etc etc.) relevant in the sense that the “wildfire” motif per her canon namesake is incorporated heavily into her character and story (see also next answer) so it’s always fun to make the comparison. raging out of control from a small, seemingly inconsequential spark, destroying everything but perhaps cleansing and allowing for regrowth. she’s the wildfire spreading through the county. also she loves arson.

[   🌱     ] what themes are relevant to your muse?

destruction and regrowth, cleansing and rebuilding, learning to live with the aftermath of impulsive actions and snap decisions. the self fulfilling prophecy of being designated “chosen” and the relative futility of personal choice. spiraling from small actions, emotions, etc. the sheer drama of being a dumb lying bitch.

[   😇     ] what would your muse do if they became a god?

abandon humanity to destroy itself. it’s frankly none of her business and she just wants to be left alone. uses the gift of omnipotence to permablock john seed. sadly also the old school greek mythology type god who’s mainly just angry and horny, so she undoes her own impenetrable otherworldly barrier to unblock him and send sexually charged threats an hour later. curses him with plagues and disasters. destroys cities to impress him. manifests in his home in physical form ten feet tall and glowing and naked at the stroke of midnight. you know the drill. flop god.

[   ✨     ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

major association with greenery and plant life, as well as technology, science, academia aesthetic beloved. natural world meeting the scientific and such. as my resident faithfucker and henbane occupier i’m definitely borrowing a lot of imagery from the game canon for her in that regard, and expanding on the scientific background to the mystical image faith creates. they’re intended to be foils in that sense, opposites but balanced in harmony. faith’s seemingly intrinsic ethereal presence couldn’t exist without jenna’s dry and formulaic scientific contributions, but also jenna’s work couldn’t progress without an underlying imaginativeness and whimsy. power couple.

[   🌱     ] what themes are relevant to your muse?

moral relativism, the inherent value of knowledge, the impossibility of true neutrality and objectivity. social construction of the self. the destruction of dichotomies is a huge theme with her: natural vs. scientific, truth vs. lie, real vs. imaginary, social science vs. natural science (anthropologist/chemist queen), moral vs. immoral. these are all meaningless distinctions in Jenna’s World.

[   😇     ] what would your muse do if they became a god?

she would simply continue to do her sick little experiments but on a massive scale. next time you’re suffering just remember we’re all doing so for jenna’s entertainment so that the novelty of our unique misery may prevent her from becoming despondent at the prospect that being omniscient means there is no more knowledge to acquire. you’re welcome jenna.

#classic philosophical quandary of could god!jessie create a block button so powerful even she couldn’t drunkenly unblock and berate john #neither of these ladies should be allowed god powers #also that supervillain quiz ruined my life because now everything i write about them #i think about how their characters really can just be distilled to Flop Bitch and The Joker Baby #who cares. must they be complex and well crafted. is it not enough that they are Hot and Mean #also we get it liz you like ships with seeming polar opposites who have profound underlying similarities get new material bitch!!! #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #oc: jenna swann

[mifunebooty]

Whats with Botticelli and these daydream dependent and insecure bitches like she dont know you, shes just a girl and her paint brush

#cherry says #me to the one or two bitch on the Hannibal s3 writing team: damn wow u can read! crazy if true #should i read botticelli wiki or hate read greta gerwigs #i wanna do both instead of producing cohesive constructive thought and analysis here #ill never hate Hannibal like i do Swann bc baby u gave it up but i also love ur pussy lemme hit

[tatyana-dreaming]

A look into Elizabeth Swann's mind the night she spends upon Rumrunner's Isle with Jack. She considers her current situation, entertains (possibly) some feelings (gasp), and figures out a plan to escape. Contains: exhaustion, angst, ocean aesthetic, drama. Peppered with quite unladylike swears and notions of freedom (the very thought!). Very Long.

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Posting here bc why the heck not!! RIP MY TUMBLR :’) RIP MY WRITING CAREER ;”””)  

#idk maybe someone will enjoy it : #im baby pls don't @ me i'm just trying to have a good time #elizabeth swann #am i gonna regret tagging that #?? WE'LL SEE!! #writing tag i suppose

[justthehiddleswrites]

Follow My Lead | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 12 | He calls his girlfriend ‘ma’am’! That’s not normal.

A/N: This will update every Thursday.  There are 13 chapters.  There are all sorts of kinds of D/s relationships.  This is the one I choose to write this time.  Just one more chapter, peeps!!

MASTERLIST HERE

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann)

Summary: Tom and Vivian have both been unlucky in love, searching for something outside of the bounds of a typical relationship.  When the two of them connect via a dating app, Tom is introduced to the idea of being submissive to Vivian.  Which is the one thing he never knew he needed.  Under the firm hand of Vivian, Tom learns what it means to submit and Vivian learns what it means to be in a loving dominant relationship.  But not everyone seems to understand what they have and the best intentions can destroy the strongest relationship.

This Chapter: Benedict confronts Tom and Vivian about their relationship and it does not go as planned.  

Warnings for story: Dominant/submissive relationship (sub!Tom), lots of smut including but not limited to: vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), edging, denial, teasing, use of restraints, spanking, multiple orgasm, anal play, use of toys.

Tag Lists Are Open!  Let me know if you want to be added.  Thank you for reading!

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Vivian headed over a bit early to Ben and Sophie’s rented house. Sophie poured her a glass of wine.

“It’s not like you’re driving home. Live a little.” Vivian took the glass and sipped at it.

“Did Ben say anything to you?

“Not a peep. Which is disconcerting. I don’t like it.”

“Perhaps you need a shorter leash for him.” Vivian quipped.

“Can I borrow one?” Sophie held out her hand and Vivian laughed.

Their heads turned as the front door opened.

“You have been acting weird all day, Benedict, can you just tell what the hell you are up to?” Tom groused as the two of them walked through the front door.

“Darling.” Tom hurried over to Vivian and kissed her cheek. She scratched his neck. “How was your day? I missed you.”

Benedict wandered over to Sophie. “THIS! This is what I am up to!”

Vivian narrowed his eyes. “I thought you handled this.” Her hand slid down Tom’s back, stopping on the small of his back, possessively.

“I thought I had too.” Tom whispered into her ear.

“I got this.” Vivian kissed his cheek. “Sophie…”

Sophie roughly grabbed Benedict’s ear and walked him to a chair, tossing him down.

“OW! Not in front of the guests.” Ben hissed.

“Explain yourself, darling.” Sophie leaned down and hissed in his ear.

“He calls his girlfriend ‘ma’am’! That’s not normal.”

“How did you—” Tom started.

Vivian stepped in front of Tom. “You came into the trailer yesterday.”

Ben’s cheeks blushed. “You were preoccupied. And now the ring. Tom, you barely know her! It’s only been four months! You can’t marry her!”

Tom’s nostrils flared for a moment until he burst into laughter, followed by Vivian and then Sophie.

“Why is everyone laughing?” Ben’s eyes darted around the room at all the people laughing at him.

Sophie smacked the back of his head. “Should I tell him or you, Vivian?”

Vivian glanced back at Tom, “Me or you, darling?”

Tom gestured towards Ben. “You, since he clearly doesn’t listen to me.”

Vivian sighed and walked towards Benedict and Sophie, signaling for Tom to sit next to her. She grabbed Tom’s hand and showed Benedict the ring. “It’s a day collar.”

Ben’s brows furrowed. Sophie squeezed his neck. “You know how we sometimes ‘play’ with me being in control?”

Benedict nodded while Tom’s eyes widened and Vivian smirked. “Yeah.”

“Vivian and Tom do that 24 hours a day, seven days a week.” Sophie added.

“The ring is a symbol of ownership that he is my submissive.” Vivian squeezed Tom’s thigh. “That he is mine.”

“She is mine.” Tom leaned against her. “So I appreciated you backing the fuck off of me. With the comments and what not.”

Sophie smacked Benedict again. “You are so getting punished later for that. This is the happiest Tom has ever been. Why would you tease him about it?”

Benedict mumbled something, Sophie elbowed him. Benedict raised his voice. “I’m sorry, Tom.”

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” Tom squeezed Vivian’s hand.

Ben sheepishly faced Vivian. “I’m sorry for questioning your relationship. And for making fun of Tom.”

Vivian chewed on her lip for a moment. “You’re forgiven. On the condition, Sophie punishes you.”

“With pleasure.” Sophie piped up.

Vivian pressed his hands against the table. “Now that we settled things, let’s eat. I’m sure the two of you are famished. All those jumping to conclusions.” Vivian raised a knowing eyebrow at Ben.

“I’m never living this down am I?”

“Not a chance.” Sophie offered. “Vivian, let’s get the food. Can we trust the two of you to not end civilization in the meantime?”

“Yes ma’am.” Both Tom and Benedict answered in unison.

Once Vivian and Sophie disappeared from view, Benedict leaned over the table.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ben hissed, rubbing his temple. “Now we are both in trouble.”

“Gee, Ben, I don’t know why I didn’t tell something so deep and personal like I am submissive in my relationship. Because you were so understanding and supportive.”

“Touche.” Ben conceded. “I have been rather abominable. I only wanted the best for you. You’ve been hurt so many times before.”

“Your heart was in the right place, I will give you that. Vivian is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Trust me.”

“You do seem at ease.”

“I am. So no more worrying about me. That is what Vivian is for.”

They both laughed. Vivian and Sophie came back with the food.

“Oh good, the two of you have made amends.” Vivian quipped.

“It’s hard to stay mad at that face.” Tom gestured across the table with a smile.

“Indeed.” Sophie rubbed Ben’s shoulder. “So Vivian and I were talking about your punishments.”

Tom and Ben paled.

-

The rest of dinner went well. Ben asked several questions with Sophie joining in. Tom and Vivian did their best to answer. Tom asked Ben and Sophie questions in turn.

“How long have you—”

“—Played?” Sophie interjected. “What, three years?”

Ben nodded. “Almost three years.”

“Wow.” Tom leaned back. “I had no idea.”

Benedict blushed. “Well outside being sore the next day, you wouldn’t?”

Tom’s eyes narrowed. “Is that why you were so distracted the other day?”

Ben shrugged his shoulders. “Guilty.”

“You think you know a person…” Vivian giggled against her wineglass.

After finishing dinner, the couples said their goodbyes. Sophie was leaving in a few days while Vivian still had another week of vacation. Tom smiled and bopped along to the radio as the Uber took them home. Tom turned to Vivian.

“I’m glad that is all sorted.”

“Hm..” Vivian hummed.

“You never mentioned my punishment?” Tom fiddled with his hands.

“I didn’t, did I?” Vivian raised an eyebrow. She closed her eyes and leaned against Tom. Her lips teased into a smile. Tom gulped but said nothing.

They entered the dark house and Vivian shot Tom a raised eyebrow. He proceeded to the bedroom. By the time she reached there, Tom was naked and standing in the middle of the room. Vivian grabbed the collar and latched it around his neck.

“I realized I have been going soft on you, sunshine.” She circled him. Her nail trailed down his arm.

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom shifted his feet. He wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Remember our training from when I moved in?” Vivian growled into Tom’s ear. Tom nodded. She swatted his ass. “Use your words.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His eyes followed her around the room. Edging is not Tom’s favorite.

“It will only be for the week while I’m here to start. Lie on the bed.” Tom crawled onto the bed, fighting off a grumble.

“Are you complaining?” She tilted her head to spy at him. “Because I can make this more difficult. Perhaps introduce you to a cage.”

“As you wish, ma’am.” Tom hissed out.

“That’s my good boy.” She leaned over him. Vivian scratched his thigh. “Let’s get you prepared.”

Vivian untied the scarf from the bedframe and pulled Tom’s hands above his head before tying them together.

“That should hold you. No cumming. You tell me when you are close.” Her hand moved closer and her fingers trailed up and down his cock.

Tom shuddered at the soft touch. “Yes, ma’am.”

Vivian kissed his lips softly, barely touching them before turning and walking away. She made her way to the dresser at the other end of the room. Tom’s eyes followed her the entire way. She shucked off her shirt, revealing a lacy bra. Tom’s cock appreciated the view.

Vivian turned in place and shimmied out her jeans, taking her time to place them in the hamper. She made a show of bending over to pick up her clothes. Tom wiggled on the bed, scooting around with his legs. Vivian spun around and Tom froze, mid-scoot.

“Last warning, stay still or you will be punished.”

Tom slumped. “Yes, ma’am.”

She grabbed a bottle of lube. Vivian climbed onto the bed next to him. She dripped a generous amount of lube on Tom’s already half-hard cock. “Look at you, darling.” Her fingers light as feathers against his thigh. “You are so responsive, baby.” His cock twitched.

Vivian pressed against his side, one hand trailing up his legs and the other scratching his chest. “You are my baby, sunshine.” Vivian’s lips ghosted across Tom’s ear. “My precious boy.” Her hand curled around his shaft, squeezing with a firm grip. “And this is mine, my cock, for my pleasure.” She jerked him and continued to tug with a firm grip.

Tom let loose a ragged breath and flattened his feet against the mattress.

“Yes, ma’am.” He let a loud groan from his lips. “Please.”

Vivian kissed along Tom’s chin and neck while continuing to jerk and tug him. Her hand slipping over smoothly because of the lube.

“I… I’m…” Tom gasped. Vivian removed her hand and leaned away.

“Good boy.” Vivian praised, rubbing Tom’s arm. “Good job telling me.”

Tom steadied his breath and Vivian lightly touched him again. When she was ready, Vivian gripped him again and tugged. This continued for about three or four more times, stopping each time before Tom came. Vivian stopped and kissed Tom’s cheek. “You are such a good boy for me, sunshine. You did so well.” She untied his hands and rubbed his wrists.

Sweat beaded on Tom’s brow. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“I’ll go get a flannel to clean you up and then let’s go to bed.”

Vivian returned with a warm wet flannel and had Tom clean himself up under her watchful eye before taking it back to the bathroom and changing into pajamas. Tom rose to get dressed.

“What do you think you are doing, sunshine?” Vivian stopped in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom.

“Getting pajamas, ma’am.” Tom raised his eyebrows.

“Not anymore. From now on, you only sleep in the nude.”

Tom’s hand dropped to his side, and he returned to the bed. “Yes, ma’am.” he whispered.

“Goodnight, Tom. I love you.”

Tom leaned over to kiss her. “I love you too.” He snuggled into her embrace and drifted off to sleep.

-

Tom woke the next morning to Vivian’s hand on his cock.

“That is some wake up call, ma’am.”

You remember, sunshine. Quick session in the morning, longer one in evening and a really long one on the weekend.”

He was already close and gripped the sheets.

“I…” Vivian stopped and smirked, pleased at how quickly Tom reached his edge. He exhaled sharply. “I… remember.”

“Good boy.” Vivian sucked on his neck. “Because you are going to have to do this to yourself and report back to me once I leave when I tell you to.”

Tom’s eyes widened. “Wha…” He cut himself off with a groan as Vivian stroked him again. “Ah! Yes! Please!” Tom whimpered through gritted teeth.

Vivian released him two more times until Tom was panting.

“You are the best boy for me, sunshine. Let’s go shower together and you can take care of me.”

Tom groaned and nodded and slowly followed her to the bathroom.

Tom fingered Vivian to orgasm in the shower, sucking on her nipples while she leaned against the tile. She finished up with taking care to wash Tom’s body. She wrapped herself into a robe while Tom dressed for the day.

“Break a leg, sunshine.” She kissed him before he left for the set.

-

This routine continued for the next several days. Tom ached for release but wasn’t ready yet to beg for it. Once again, he was soiling the sheets as he leaked. Tom came home later that evening to find Vivian cooking in the kitchen. Seeing her in the apron brought a smile to Tom’s face. He snuck up behind her to kiss her neck.

“Smells delicious.” Tom muttered against her neck.

“Go take a seat and I’ll bring it out to you.” Vivian reached back and caressed his cheek.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He left to sit at the table.

Vivian finished up dinner and served up two portions before heading into the dining area. Tom licked his lips when she set the plate down. He tucked in. Vivian just gazed over at him.

“I love how much you love food, sunshine.” She smiled.

Tom wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I love your food.” He added.

“You’re too kind, sunshine.” She started eating her own plate.

Tom ended up getting seconds and then clearing the dishes. They settled onto the couch watching a movie. Vivian teased Tom throughout the movie, not wanting to rile him up too much before bedtime. Tom whimpered and moaned but complied with Vivian’s instructions. But it was no simple task.

“You don’t want to beg, sunshine? I’m leaving on Monday.” Vivian teased as they slipped between the covers.

“Not yet.” Tom smirked.

“Challenge accepted.”

Tom regretted his words as tomorrow was Saturday. No hiding behind work.

-

Tom woke late on Saturday morning to find Vivian’s side of the bed empty. He ducked his head into the bathroom and then the living room to find her in the kitchen, finishing up her coffee.

“Oh good, you’re up.” She set her coffee cup in the sink. “I made you breakfast, eat up and then meet me in the living room.”

Tom moved to grab the plate of food on the counter. Vivian dragged her fingertips across his hips. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, sunshine.”

Tom gulped and watched her walk away. He ate even faster than usual, certain he would have a stomach ache later. Which was preferable to any punishment Vivian would dole out. When he stepped into the room, he stopped in his tracks to find Vivian sprawled naked on the couch, playing with herself. Her fingers dipped between her legs while her other hand squeezed one of her breasts.

“I got bored.” She commented lazily. “Sit.” Vivian stopped what she was doing and gestured to a chair.

Tom nodded and sat, the fabric rough on his bare skin. His pajamas becoming a memory at this point.

“Make yourself hard.” Vivian ordered, sitting up to watch.

“I beg your—”

“I was going to let you cum today, but if you can’t follow a simple instruction—”

“No!” Tom waved his hands at her. “I can be good! Please! Please! I can do it. Please let me cum! Please, I need to cum.” He pleaded, his eyes wide in panic.

Vivian grabbed his play collar and snapped it around his neck. “That’s my sunshine boy. I knew you would beg. Now.. make yourself hard.” She returned to her spot on the couch. Tom noticed a bottle of lube among some other items on the table. He opened it up and squirted some into his hand. He stroked himself with a firm grip.

“Ah…” Tom moaned as he grew hard in his hand.

“That’s it, baby, make my cock nice and hard.”

Tom’s head lolled back as he could sense his release coming closer and closer. It wouldn’t take much.

“Stop!” Vivian called out. Tom’s eyes snapped open. His hand slowed and then stopped. “I said make yourself hard. Did I say you could cum yet?”

“No ma’am.” Tom realized his mistake.

Vivian walked towards him and straddle his hips. She tugged his head by the collar. “You will sit still. You will not cum until I tell you to.”

Tom nodded quickly, his collar jingling as he did. “Yes, ma’am.”

She sunk slowly on his cock. Tom moaned as she inched down. Vivian held his shoulders for balance.

“Hand that to me.” She pointed to a vibrator on the same table where Tom found the lube. Tom handed it to her with a furrowed brow. “You didn’t think I was going to let you cum inside me, did you?” She traced the sharp line of his chin and pecked his lip. “Silly boy.”

She switched the vibrator on and placed it on her clit. Vivian’s pussy clenched against Tom, who groaned. “Ma’am…”

“You are going to sit there as I come on your cock, Thomas. You will not thrust, buck, or rut into me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am, but I…”

“What?” Vivian snapped. Her first orgasm was already close.

“But I need to cum.” Tom whined. “Please, ma’am.”

Vivian pressed the vibrator harder against her and she came screaming. She clenched around Tom, who was sweating in an effort to not come.

“Who decides if you come, sunshine?” Vivian panted, removing the vibrator for a moment to calm down.

“You do, ma’am.”

“And whose cum is it?”

“Yours, ma’am.”

She placed the vibrator back against her clit. “Beg for it.”

Tom panicked as he struggled to maintain his composure as Vivian made life even harder by rocking ever so slightly upon his cock. “Please. I want to… I need to cu.. cum. I will be so good if you let me cum, ma’am. I will be the best boy ever. Just please… let me…”

Vivian lifted off of him as she noticed him clenching underneath her thighs, Tom’s balls tightened. She gently pressed her fingertip against the tip of his cock, aiming his ejaculation onto his stomach and chest. Tom slumped into the chair in exhaustion and embarrassment. Vivian lowered back down, her wet lips rubbing along his deflating cock. She swirled her finger along Tom’s stomach and popped it into her finger.

“Aw, baby, look at the mess you made. And you didn’t have permission. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you sunshine?” She stroked his chin and rubbed his neck. Tom’s body was covered in cum and sweat, his face tear stained and red. Tom whimpered. Vivian kissed his lips and cheek.

“It’s okay, baby.” Vivian soothed him, petting his hair. “You can’t help it. It’s okay, I will teach you. You want to go take a bath and clean up?”

Tom nodded his head. Vivian stood up and took his hand. “Come on, sunshine. I’ll go run you a bath and clean you up nice, put on some boxers and eat some food. Does that sound good?”

Tom nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I would like that.” he whispered.

“And then some movies and snuggles?”

“Yes, please.”

Vivian wiped away some of the tear trails and kissed him again. “Okay, sunshine. We’ll do that. Who’s my good boy?”

“I am.”

“Yes you are. Come on.” Vivian grabbed the water bottle off the table and led Tom to the bathroom where she drew a hot bath for him, lowering herself in first before beckoning Tom to join her. She made sure he drank the water once he settled.

“I can’t have you passing out.”

She took great care at lathering up Tom’s torso and legs and rinsing it off before moving to wash Tom’s hair. He sighed and leaned against her. Tom slowly dragged himself to standing and stepped out of the tub, and Vivian toweled him off before grabbing a pair of underwear for Tom to put on. She gently tugged his head down to her by the collar to kiss him.

“Lie down on the couch and I will get some snacks.” Tom quietly shuffled off to the living room. “Pick out some movies!” She called after him, heading to the kitchen.

Vivian was not surprised when Tom dozed off through the movies, sleeping through lunch. She didn’t want to disturb him. One because he needed the rest and two because he looked so peaceful and adorable when he slept. She nudged him awake late that afternoon.

“Thomas, you need to get up. You need to eat, sunshine.”

“Yes, ma’am.” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“Let’s go to eat. You need to get up, sweetie.”

Tom groaned and stretched, blinking to adjust his eyes. “How long have I been sleeping?”

“Several hours.” Vivian responded, rubbing his leg.

Tom shot up. “I wasted the whole day!”

“You did nothing of the sort, sunshine. You needed rest because you work hard. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tom pouted. “But you leave on Monday for home.”

Vivian comforted. “And I can come back and visit again. Now let’s go eat. You must be starving, you missed lunch. I know how much you love to eat.”

Tom’s stomach growled on cue and he blushed. “I guess I could eat.”

Vivian smiled and left to fix her hair and fetch her shoes. She picked a cozy bistro and the two of them snuggled into a small booth in the corner. Vivian was particularly affectionate, kissing and nuzzling Tom’s neck. He kissed back too.

“So when I get back to your—”

“—our home.” Tom corrected her.

Vivian nodded. “Right.”

Tom cupped her cheek. “To quote a wise woman, why are you afraid to take up space in my life?” He kissed as their dessert, well Tom’s dessert, was dropped off.

Vivian chuckled. “I am pretty wise, aren’t I? Remember that home improvement list?”

Tom nodded. “Yes, darling?” His eyes widened. “Would you like to get started on it?”

Vivian smiled. “I am thinking about getting started on updating the kitchen.”

Tom hugged him and kissed her again, oblivious of how his newly acquired ring caught the light in the restaurant or the fact one of the other diners pulled out their phone.

“I think that is a delightful idea, darling. Let me know what you need from me.”

Vivian nodded. “Thank you, darling.”

By the time they finished dessert and got back to Tom’s rented home, both of their phones buzzed with a text from Luke:

Did the two of you get secretly marry behind my back?

Attached was a picture from the restaurant that night posted to social media. Tom’s day collar clearly visible as he kissed Vivian.

“You explain it to him this time, darling.” Vivian ordered.

Tom smiled. “I will, eventually. But right now I would like to show ‘my wife’ how much well I can please her.” Tom wiggled his eyebrows.

Vivian pursed her lips in mock contemplation. “Well I don’t think you are dressed for the occasion, sunshine.”

Tom took off out of the room and returned naked, holding not only his collar but the leash as well.

“Who is my best boy?” Vivian asked, latching the collar around his neck.

“I am, ma’am.” He sighed as she latched the leash onto the o ring in front.

“You are mine.” Vivian purred as she tugged on the leash.

“And you are mine.” Tom repeated.

“Yes I am. Now follow me like a good boy.”

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[mrskisaki]

This has been in my head for a few days so I decided to finally write it, hopefully, it comes out good. Reading @redhairedace fic gave me the final push to stop procrastinating lmaoo. I hope y'all like this since y'all know how I feel about writing fics so it's gonna be short lmaoo

I love this song and it's very underrated: Perfect- Selena Gomez

THIS TOOK ME 3 HOURS, PLZ LIKE IT, I LOVED WRITING IT (not proof read)

Perfect

Sanji x reader 18+

Different inflection when you say my name

Kiss me, but your kiss don't taste the same

Is it real or am I going out of my mind?

”Sanji! You're back! How was your trip, did you find any new foods?” Rushing to greet your lover, you leaned up to kiss him, craving that warm loving kiss and embrace that you've missed while he was away. But instead, the kiss you received was cold and stiff. ”It was fine (y/n), I have to go prepare dinner for tonight, now if you'll excuse me.” He dismissed himself, walking towards the kitchen but before turning ”Nami-swann~ that outfit looks amazing on you! Is there anything specific you want to eat tonight?” With hearts in his eyes, he listened to her request and rushed off to make it, leaving you standing there wondering if it was something you said.

Curious 'bout the company that you keep

'Cause I hear you talking 'bout her in your sleep

And now you've got me talking 'bout her in mine

Glancing at the clock, you rolled over wondering why you were awoken at this godawful hour but thought nothing of it since you were wrapped in your lover's tight embrace. Closing your eyes, you listened to the beating of his heart and allowing it to lull you back to sleep, it almost worked until you heard him speak ”Oh Nami-swan~, you're so beautiful. I love you, please marry me...” frozen, you tried to convince yourself that you misheard him but the fact that he let you go and turned his back to you had you thinking otherwise. The coldness that crept upon you made you realize that you were never warm, to begin with.

Ooh, and I bet she has it all

Bet she's beautiful like you, like you

And I bet she's got that touch

Makes you fall in love, like you, like you

You sat in silence, watching him cut vegetables for the upcoming meal. You never once brought up what you heard that night, thinking that maybe you misheard what was said because of your fatigue but the distance between you two started to grow with each passing day. ”Sanji... Is everything okay? You've been distant lately, are you alright?” Putting a hand upon his shoulder, you try to make eye contact but he shrugs you off ”I'm fine, you're disturbing me and if you don't mind, can you leave? Oh and tell Nami-swan~ that I’ll have her dessert out in a minute, thanks.” Turning around, he resumed his previous tasks, leaving you standing there staring at the back of his head without a second glance. Leaving the kitchen, you did as he asked and the smile on Nami’s face didn’t sit right with you.

I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest

I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips

Maybe I should be more like her

Maybe I should be more like her

I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too

And she's perfect

And she's perfect

Sweat glistening on the two bodies tangling in the sheets, moving in sync with each other but it wasn’t the lovemaking that you were used to; it was dull and felt like just a way to relieve stress. There was no sweet nothings whispered in your ears, no soft kisses on your breasts and no hand-holding, not even eye contact, instead, it was something to just get over with. Getting close to his edge, he sped up in his thrusts “F-fuck Nami-swan, you feel so good” cumming in you and catching his breath, he pulled out and went into the bathroom to clean himself then returned to bed and turned his back to you, leaving you with the familiar coldness creeping upon you. Getting up to go finish yourself off and wash, you couldn’t help the tears that ran down your face. You knew it was over, it's been over long before you noticed.

How does she touch you? can I try it, too?

I know you're twisted, but baby, I'm twisted, too

I wanna know how she could make a man lose his mind

”Sanji you goof put me down!” ”Ahh but Nami-swannn~ this dress makes you look like the most beautiful princess the world has ever seen! Thank you for blessing me with such a sight!” Spinning Nami once more, he set her down but didn't let go. Their harmonious laughs echoed around the deck, she truly did look like a princess; a princess that took everything you had. They were a sight to see, a perfect picture and you were the outcast. “Oi (y/n)! Come play tag with me, Usopp, and Chopper!” Being dragged away from the scene is what stopped the thoughts in your head. No matter what you told yourself, you knew what was going to happen and all you could do is just sit there and wait for it to happen. Bracing yourself day by day for the inevitable that would bring you pain, no matter how hard you tried, you just weren't her, you weren't good enough for Sanji.

With the smell of her perfume

I could love her, too, like you, like you

And I can almost hear her laugh

Curving on her back for you, for you

Sighing from the stress of the day, you wanted nothing more than to sleep the night away but upon reaching your shared room, you heard it. The sweet soft moans of the woman who captured your lover's heart and the rocking of the bed. “Yes Sanji, right there! I fuck you better than she does, don’t I?” “F-fuck.. Nami, you’re better than her in every way. I love you” You could tell by the pitch in his voice that he was close to his peak and by the increase in volume in hers, she wasn’t far behind. Standing there behind the closed door, you wonder how many times they've slept in the same bed that you sleep in at night, how many times has he told her that he loves her, how many times has he told you he loved you and not meant it.

I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest

I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips

Maybe I should be more like her

Maybe I should be more like her

I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too

And she's perfect

You knew this day was coming but it still filled you with anxiety and made your stomach turn. The silence in the cold room didn’t help to ease the harsh thumping of your heart. When he opened his mouth, you knew what words would spill out ”I'm sorry (y/n) but I no longer love you. It’s not you, it’s me. I woke up one day and the sparks were gone and Nami- Nami was there, my feelings for her were greater than the ones I had for you. It was a mistake confessing to you, it was lust, not love. I’m in love with Nami, I'm sorry” The way he looked at you is what devastated you the most; apathetic. You truly meant nothing to him, 3 years together, 3 years of laughter, of smiles, of love meant nothing to him. He watched as you wept, looking down on you as if you were the one in the wrong. Turning around to leave the room, he called out once more with the coldest voice you've ever heard ”Make sure you have all your belongings and move them back into your old room before dinner.” Shutting the door behind him, you couldn't help the sobs that escaped your mouth.

I can see her body rushing into you

Crashing on your skin

Burning within, burning so deep, deep

On your skin, skin next to me

She's crashing on your skin

Settling in, burning so deep, deep

On your skin, skin while you sleep, uh

“Z-zoro, I don’t know what I did wrong... I gave him everything and I still wasn’t enough.” Cradling your body into his, he sighed. Zoro knew of what Sanji and Nami were doing, the whole crew knew but there's nothing they can do about what's already done. The swordsman wanted to kill the cook and would have if you didn't forbid him from doing so. Moving a piece of hair out of your face and wiping the endless tears away, he felt his heart shatter with the look on your face; broken, Sanji had broken you and didn’t even care. “(y/n)...I know it hurts but you’ll be better, it’ll make you stronger. I know you loved him but you have to let him go, if you let me, I want to be the one to pick up the pieces. I won’t rush you into anything you don’t want but no matter what, I’ll be here for you” tilting your head up, staring into his eyes, two hearts beat in sync with the other. Taking a deep breath, you leaned in, foreheads touching, breaths mixed into one “Are you sure?” Putting a hand upon your cheek, wiping a stray tear with his thumb “Yes.” Lips collide and a piece of the broken heart gets picked up.

I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest

I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips

Maybe I should be more like her

Maybe I should be more like her

I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too

And she's perfect

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