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neverscreens · 7 months
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editfandom · 2 years
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hsusers · 1 year
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harry styles + "chloe x halle" users:
☆ ungodlyhouse ☆ hsbusyboy ☆ baiIeyshouse (with a capital i) ☆ tobesotipsy ☆ womanfalala ☆ harryonaplane ☆ freakisalright ☆ toomuchsushis ☆ upsetcanyon ☆ hallevol6
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peachybonnie · 2 years
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So don't you forget about
The little girl that you met now
The one that's in your spirit
She still got your back, yeah
Don't you let the world take back
All the love that you gave her
This is all her world now
This is all your world now
~ Baby Girl - Chloe x Halle
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runningfrom2am · 6 months
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Okay! Ik ur not talking request rn but I’ve had this thought for a lil bit but rafe w hs Teacher!reader, who he likes to visit during her lunch time aka study hall time, and the students adore him and like since it’s hs the girls like find his so attractive( bc mf is) 🤭
okay this request is SO self-indulgent for me bc i'm like a year out from becoming a hs teacher myself like AH that's the dream so i love you so so much for this whoever you are i could give you the biggest hug rn thank you so so much for this idea!!
study hall - r.c.
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pairing: husband!rafe x teacher!reader
wc: 1.6k
tags/warnings: fluff and almost nothing else. rafe is a perfect boyfriend bc,, duh? also not very canon of him honestly.
requests currently closed but feel free to send stuff in! it just might take me a while to get around to it :)
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"Okay that's the lecture, we've got about a minute before the bell here... does anyone have any questions?" You finish up your slides, checking the time briefly as you close up the powerpoint from your laptop and turn off the projector.
A couple of hands shoot up and you gaze over the class waiting briefly for anymore. "Okay, we'll do Max, and then Lacy. Fire off." You point to the two of them in order.
"Can we get an extension on the essay?" Max asks quickly and you laugh. "It's not due for another week! How can you be behind already?" Judging by the reaction of the rest of the class chattering off their agreement, you nod. "Okay, okay. Fine. Yes, you can hand it in on the Monday instead of Friday, but that is giving you two extra days so I won't be giving any more extensions. Got it?"
Collectively the class sighs in relief, a chorus of thank you's and chatter following. "Okay, Lacy, you had a question?" You interrupt everyone to ask, thinking maybe someone else might have the same question and want to hear the answer.
"Is Mr. Cameron coming to study hall today?" She asks, round cheeks flushed as the other girls in the class whip their heads towards you to listen.
"Okay." You laugh, sitting down in your chair content that you won't need to pull up any slides to revisit anything. "Thank you for reminding me, I do have study hall today so if anybody does have any serious questions about the lecture or the essay please hang around after the bell." You say, avoiding most of the question.
You hear the voice of almost every girl in the class speak up at once, all resulting in more or less the same question about whether or not your boyfriend would be coming again to eat with you like he usually does on Fridays.
He was very popular among the girls you taught, which doesn't surprise you. You'd be lying if you said your boyfriend wasn't ridiculously handsome, but it was sometimes a point of contention with the other faculty you worked with. They thought it was extremely unprofessional that he would come in just for the girls to ogle at- but strangely it wasn't a problem when they had their partners come in for lunch at the same time. You knew it wasn't your fault and you weren't doing anything wrong, but just a result of upset from them designating study hall for students and many girls would spend time in your class instead during the lunch hour.
Just then the bell rang, and many students began packing up to leave either to go to other classes for study or to the cafeteria to grab something to eat.
"Alright! Don't forget the readings for next class, please, I may or may not be quizzing you on it just to make sure! Have a good day everyone!" You call out over the loud sounds of students filling the halls and talking.
You sigh with a smile and grab your water bottle, taking a sip to ease your dry throat after an hour of non-stop talking. You look up, humming in acknowledgement at the three girls leaning over your desk. "Question?" You ask, already knowing what they're after.
"Is Mr. Cameron coming?" Lacy's friend, Chloe asks and you smile, shrugging.
"Maybe, you'll have to stay for my study hall to find out."
"Come on just tell us!" Lacy groans, but before you can respond you're interrupted by a knock on your door frame.
"Ms. Y/L/N, I brought your lunch." You smile at your boyfriend standing at the door, lunch bag and coffee in hand.
"Hi." You chuckle, looking at the girls knowingly who already look like they're melting. You get up and greet him at the door, grabbing another chair to pull over to your desk for him to join you.
“Hi Mr. Cameron.” Lacy smiles, sitting down in the desk closest to yours and batting her lashes at him.
“Hi there.” Rafe says politely with an awkward smile, digging through the lunch bag he brought for you and handing you snacks out of it.
“Girls, go get your lunches, please.” You tell them, and they all somehow simultaneously roll their eyes.
“You just want us to leave so you can be alone with your boyfriend.” Chloe teases you and you laugh, shaking your head.
“No, I want you to go get your lunches so you can give your bodies the nutrients they need to learn. I’m not going to be held responsible for you girls missing meals.” You reply sincerely before taking a sip of your coffee. “And I promise, Mr. Cameron will still be here when you get back. Now, go.”
You gesture to the door and the girls sigh, getting up and filing out the door.
“You’re the only reason I ever have anyone in my study hall.” You giggle quietly once they’re gone. “There are no girls in study hall on Monday or Wednesday.”
“No way, Ms. Y/L/N is their favourite teacher, obviously.”
“Or my class is the hardest and my very hot boyfriend comes to eat with me during Friday study hall.”
“Your class is easy!” Rafe laughs, reaching up to brush away some hair that stuck to your cheek as you’re eating.
“You’ve never taken it, how would you know?”
“Well, if you were my teacher when I was in school… I’d be in here every day. “The boys don’t come on Fridays because they’re jealous of me…” He says smugly, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
You blush as you playfully push him away, glancing towards the open door to make sure no students saw. “Yeah, you’d be in here because you’d need help with Shakespeare, and they do too.”
Rafe gasped in mock offense, then shakes his head. “That’s messed up. I’m offended.”
You shrug. “It’s tough stuff if you’ve never read it before.”
“We’re back!” You both look up at the door as Lacy and her friends make their way back in, lunches in hand this time. “Did you miss us?”
“Welcome back, ladies. Did you bring some homework with you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at them.
“Duh, Ms. Y/L/N. Who do you think we are?”
“I just wanted to make sure. Study hall is for studying, not chatting.”
They all get comfy in their seats around the desk across from yours, phones immediately out with no work to be seen.
“Hey, Mr. Cameron?” Chloe asks, leaning on her upturned palm as she grabs his attention and he hums in acknowledgement. “What’s your first name?”
“Rafe.” He answers, not thinking for a second that maybe it’s not allowed.
“That’s a great name. Like, really cool.” Lacy sighs, smiling at him.
“Why, thank you.” Rafe grins, nudging your shoulder. He eats this attention up every time, and it’s fun to joke about when you’re at home- but sometimes you think it’s bad for his ego.
“Can we call you Rafe?”
“If you want.” He shrugs.
“No, nope. He’s Mr. Cameron to you, sorry to disappoint.” You chuckle.
“But he said we can call him that!” Chloe whines, looking at you pleadingly.
“Sure, but the school board says otherwise. As long as we’re on school grounds you don’t even know his name, got it?”
“Yes ma’am.” They agree, giggling to themselves. “It’ll be our secret. Scouts honour.”
“None of you are scouts!” You laugh.
The girls just look at each other and shrug.
By now other students have filtered in, and luckily with tests coming up in all your blocks, a lot of studying is actually happening and less harassing of your boyfriend.
“Hey,” Rafe whispers, leaning closer to you which draws the attention of the girls in the front row who are straining to listen. “Can we take the yacht out this weekend? Maybe go for dinner or something on the mainland?” He whispers, smiling at you hopefully.
“Yeah, that would be nice. We could make a weekend out of it, I don’t have much grading to do.” You agree quietly and he seems excited, smiling and patting your leg before returning to his book that he had just picked up off your desk to skim through while you ate.
Come Monday morning, you’re getting ready for the bell to ring to signal the start of the first block. Once your whiteboard is ready with the notes for the day, you smile to yourself in anticipation as you sip your coffee. The bell rings, and students are quick to make their way in and to their desks.
“Oh. My. God.” Lacy stops in her tracks at the door, holding her arms out in front of her friends on either side of her as she stares at the whiteboard, and then looks over to you. “You’re joking!” She almost screams, clapping excitedly and running up to your desk to examine your hand while all the other students look up to the board in confusion, hoping for some answers as to what Lacy and Chloe are squealing about.
On your board, you had changed your name in the corner to a short statement:
‘You can call me Mrs. Cameron’
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f10werfae · 1 year
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Barefoot and Pregnant
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pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Shy!Pregnant!Wife!reader
summary: Henry and his cockdrunk wife go through an emotional love-making experience, after being pressured by her friends to give her husband a ‘hall pass’ because of her growing body (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)
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“Baby bun? Why are you cryin’? Is there somethin’ wrong with our miracle?” Henry rushed placing both of his hands onto his precious wife’s four month bump: he had come home to see her sobbing her eyes out into her pregnancy pillow. “I-I have your b-birthday present, h-here” She cried handing him a crumpled piece of paper, “A fuckin hall pass? The fahk do I need this for?”
- A few hours ago -
“So Y/n, I know your man’s birthday is coming up soon, what are ya getting him?” Chloe smirked putting down her beer, she wasn’t really someone Y/n would hangout with, but considering she was friends with Stephanie it was kind of obligatory. Y/n shuffled uncomfortably as all eyes panned to her, this brunch with her girls had taken a weird turn, with them questioning her sex life and very clearly overstepping private boundaries. Y/n on the other hand was adamant that she would spill nothing, ultimately leading to the other women becoming increasingly annoyed.
“U-Uh I was t-thinkin’ of givin’ him the s-sweater I made him, a-and cookin’ him a m-meal” She whispered, pouting when she heard the others giggling and scoffing at her gift idea, her hand falling to her baby bump for comfort. Her little gemstone always had her back. Henry always loved her knitted goods, in fact most of his jumpers were ones she had made, and he never left home without a packed lunch from his woman.
“Girl, just cause you’re preggers doesn’t mean you can’t spoil him! Get him somethin’ better than some lousy knitted shit” Jenny giggled nudging Chloe playfully; Y/n’s hands now started to tremble, she had finally gotten used to nothing but praise thanks to Henry, but now that she was back in this toxic environment she could feel her anxiety start to swirl at the pit of her stomach. She wanted her Henry, and she wanted him now.
“B-but he usually likes m-my meals and h-he asked for a j-jumper” She whispered pursing her lips and clasping her hands together over her stomach, the lemonade she ordered now tasting like absolute poison on her tongue. “Why don’t you get him like a subscription to beer or somethin-“
“OR A HALL PASS? Omg a hall pass would be so good, because you’re obviously pregnant you should give him one, poor guy will need it” Chloe snickered interrupting Stephanie, “A-a hall pass? Whats t-that?” Y/n questioned tilting her head to the side like an adorable puppy, her hand softly rubbing over her stomach, her little miracle’s kicks following her hands every move.
“Basically girl, now that you’re pregnant, every man finds it harder to fuck his wife; let’s be honest it’s a very natural thing. A hall pass is like giving him a ‘get out of jail card’ like letting him fuck someone else for a night or something” She explained placing another chip into her mouth, as if she wasn’t just excusing cheating on Y/n. “B-But I don’t want him t-to” The smaller woman sniffled feeling tears already start to collect in her eyes, did Henry really find her unattractive now that her body was changing?
“I mean come on, are you really going to give him a lousy sweater? Here if it makes you uncomfortable for him to fuck someone else, I’m single!” Chloe joked motioning her hands to pretend she was sucking someone off, the rest of the girls giggling along with her, except for Stephanie who was disgusted by the whole exchange. If anything she was the only friend Y/n really enjoyed hanging out with, and the only friend Henry trusted her with.
“You guys need to knock it off and stop being disgusting shits, come on Y/n Henry texted me to get your somethin’ from the pharmacy” Stephanie grunted pulling Y/n up from her seat, scowling when Chloe tucked in a napkin into Y/n’s purse that said “Hall pass” followed by her own phone number. A poor sniffling Y/n, felt her own emotions starting to shuffle all over the place, her hormones truly had her. With her hand tightly clasped in Stephanie’s the both of them got into her car, when she finally let out a massive sob, wrecking through her smaller body; Stephanie reaching over giving her hugs and whispers to calm her down.
“I-I D-Do you t-think h-he should get a H-hall pass?” Y/n questioned wiping her eyes and nose onto a hankie, her hands smoothing over her stomach, her baby must have realised she was upset; the little thing was wriggling around like crazy almost as if it was trying to provide its momma comfort. “I mean I was gonna suggest beer or a razor, Chloe is just a bitch and insanely jealous because you two are an absolute power couple. Plus it’s not exactly a secret how much Henry is in love with ya” Stephanie smiled booping her on the nose, sighing in relief at the sight of a smile on Y/n’s face.
“B-but maybe he does find me u-ugly now, h-he even offered to shave me down there” She pouted looking down, “Girl he did it because he wanted you to feel more comfortable, you’ve always been the trim typa woman”
“I guess so, s-so what do we need at the pharmacy?”
“Nothin’ I jus’ wanted outta there, Ya sure you’ll be alright girl?”
“Y-yeah H-hen gets home soon a-anyway” After seeing Stephanie go off, Y/n bolted for the bedroom, even after all the comforting words from her friend; she still couldn’t help but feel unwanted and ugly. Would Henry find her pretty again if she let him fuck Chloe? Fuck, just the thought of it haunted Y/n’s thoughts, her man had always told her that he was only for her, and that she was only for him. There is no Chloe in the equation.
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“A fuckin hall pass? The fahk do I need this for?”
Henry growled holding the napkin and seeing some random number beside it. “I-I” Y/n couldn’t even get words out without sobs shaking her whole body, leading Henry to pull her onto his lap as he sat against the headboard, one hand cupping her face gently while the other cupped his baby miracle. “Calm down sweetpea, tell daddy what happened to your n’ our miracle today”
“W-well we all went t-to that cafe b-by the s-square” She stopped, crying again
“S’okay sugar pie, breathe with me, m’right here and m’not lettin’ ya go” He whispered kissing her cheek softly, the hand one her stomach sneaking around and grabbing a cheek full of ass, making her squeak and gasp. “C-Chloe said t-that because i-i’m pregnant, you wouldn’t find-find me pretty a-anymore, a-and that I should l-let ya b-be with her for a-a night” She explained nuzzling into his palm, his thumb running over her cheek affectionately.
“Are ya fuckin’ crazy, you are the g’damn sexiest thing on this planet sweetpea, my sweet gorgeous wife. You’re takin’ care of our little baby in there, how could ya not be more beautiful? Ya shoulda jus told them we still fuck every night like rabbits-“
“Stoppp, s’embarrassing, b-but then why’d you offer t-to help me shave?”
“Cause baby bun, I know you’re not a grower, n’ I had an idea for ya”
“o-oh I see” She said now realising that her thoughts were jus messin’ with her, “I get so worried cus a forget how fast ya mind is runnin’, ya gotta keep me in the loop sugar, cause you’re mine” He explained leaning in and kissing her wet lips, his hands grasping her waist, kneading her skin.
“I-I know, m’sorry, she j-jus really freaked m-me out. C-cause you’re m-mine and I don’t w-want ya l-lookin’ at anyone else” She explained, Henry smirking at her shy nature, the way she shuffled closer ok his lap, her arms clasping around his neck. “Now ya understand how I get baby, we just need each other n’ no one else” He said lowly, his lips pulled up into an almost eerie smile, as he then stood up from the bed and walked them both towards the bathroom.
Nodding at his words she giggled at the cold feeling of the bathroom counter underneath her thighs, just letting her wild man of a husband rip off her underwear, his electric trimmer already laid out on the side. “W-what was your i-idea?” Her hips bucked as his fingers rubbed her clit slightly before turning on the trimmer, if her stomach wasn’t already huge she would have looked herself. “You’ll see baby bun, jus ta remind ya, of me” He laughed skilfully moving the trimmer around, with Y/n giggling every time he leant forward and kissed her inner thighs or her stomach, he just could not keep his hands off her.
“W-will you help me, r-rinse off after?” With her lips puckered out waiting for a kiss, Henry stood up, letting her suck on his tongue for a few seconds before pulling away teasingly: he had already planned on rinsing her off himself anyway. Lifting her onto the shower bench, he rinsed off her freshly shaven pussy, clearly proud at the thing he had engraved onto her nestle of curls. The letter ‘H’
“What ya think baby, are ya mine or what?” He sang snapping a picture of her pussy and showing it to her, it wasn’t unusual that during sex he would simply take pictures of him leaking out of her, or the faces she would make whenever he was cumming right inside her warm centre. “ I-I love it, m’all yours” She giggled watching him pat her dry with his towel, following him as he led her back into their bedroom, softly setting her on top of the array of cushions and blankets.
“Who made this blanket baby?” He said holding up a woollen baby blue blanket, “M-me” She whispered watching him pull up her dress over her body, leaving her body naked in front of him, his precious masterpiece. “Mhm ya made it for us, n’ our little gemstone, our little family. No one else” He grumbled kissing up her stomach, smiling every time his baby kicked up at him, he couldn’t wait to find out the gender in a weeks time.
“Our little family” She whispered, trying to hold back a smile as Henry peppered hundreds of kisses up her body, his hands grasping at her growing tits, kissing at her nipples and watching them harden. Every night Henry would treat her to a nice breast massage, claiming it would help the milk come in faster, now was that true? Y/n didn’t know but any excuse to have him touch her was a welcomed one. Frankly Henry didn’t know either.
“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight sugar pie, m’ gonna make love to my gorgeous pregnant wife, who is the most amazin’ woman av’ ever seen” He whispered directly into her ear, kissing the shell of it as he felt her hands splayed out on his chest. “R-really?”
“Mhm going to take it nice n’ slow, love on every single parta you, n’ show ya jus’ how much ya mean to me” Looking into her widened doe eyes, he gave her an eskimo kiss, then let their lips meet in a slow, long passionate kiss. Their lips simply feeling each other, their tongues gently massaging each other as she whimpered against him. “Love you so much, my baby bun, all obedient n’ beautiful; my wife, mother of my baby”
“I-I love you too, can’ wait to m-meet our little m-miracle” She hiccuped pushing forward for their lips to meet again, whining when Henry pulled away and turned her body so he could spoon her, placing a soft pillow underneath her bump to make sure she was comfortable. “Ya comfy momma?” “Mhm, miss holdin’ y-you though” She whispered, gasping when she felt Henry’s hand intertwined with hers, his head settled into the crook of her neck; his warm breath fanning her neck to make sure she knew he was with her. He was staying.
He whispered that he was momentarily going to let go of her hand to prepare her for him, his hands lifting her leg up slightly, to allow his hand to venture in massage her slick set of lips gently; her soft gasps and whimpers causing her to nuzzle back into his chest. His athletic shorts were easily shrugged off, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, his cock already slipping itself through her folds. Y/n whined opening and closing her hand, clearly wanting to hold his again, smiling in relief as he held onto hers tightly.
Both of them breathing out as she took him inch by inch, bottoming out inside her as his balls rested against her ass, with Y/n holding Henry’s hand close to her chest; kissing his knuckles every so often. “Love this pretty pussy a’ yours, always so welcoming n’ warm, all for your husband isn’t it?”
“A-all for you, m-my husband” She whispered softly bucking her hips to let him know he could start going, and within seconds his hips started rolling against hers, slowly and deeply reaching every inch inside of her; dare I say he even poked her womb a few times with how deep he was going. Taking his hand he reached under his pillow and retrieved his phone, angling it in front of Y/n as he kissed her neck sloppily, taking a photo of her eyes rolled to the back of her head; her mouth agape and drooling onto Henry’s arm under her head.
“My pretty girl, you’re doin’ so well for me, so prouda ya” He whispered dropping his phone, his hand landing onto her tits, grasping both of them in the middle of her chest, rubbing both nipples in a circular direction; his cock stuffed into her velvety walls, his rhythm staying the same. “F-feel you so deep, t-too good” She breathed out cupping her stomach which was now bouncing along with his thrusts, which caught Henry’s eyes as he then cupped the bottom of her stomach. That photo was definitely going to be his phone wallpaper
“Who knocked you up? Who got you this full n’ swollen?”
“Y-you did daddy, f-fuck, feel so full” She moaned, his hands rubbing up and down her stomach lovingly, the fact that she was holding his baby just made her that more irresistible to him; she was taking care of the perfect mix of them both, their baby miracle. “You dare call yourself ugly, you wouldn’t call our baby ugly would ya? So why would call its home ugly? You’re protectin’ them with this beautiful haven inside ya baby, you’re amazin’” He whispered, his hands flowing down to her pussy, feeling the pattern of the H, his fingers found her precious little clit, rubbing the sensitive button until he felt her clench around his length. “These beautiful tits are gonna feed and nourish our baby, n’ maybe me sometimes, how can you say they’re not sexy as fuck; how you’re able to do all these things naturally, as my woman” He joked nipping her shoulder, feeling her giggle and her hole clench at the idea of her own husband sucking on her hardened nipples.
“Can feel you gettin’ close honey” He whispered watching her face turn to the side, her hand reaching around to his head, her lips pushing his into an open mouthed tongue kiss; his thumb lovingly wiping her drool covered chin, his thrusts not letting down. “b-baby, beautiful, f-family” She said clearly cockdrunk, muttering out words that she had heard from her husband, “Yeah baby that’s right, now do ya think ya can let go for daddy?” He cooed letting her nuzzle her head back into her cushion, his smile softening at her smile and at the way her hand instantly reached to hold his.
“Am’ gonna cum H-Hen”
“S’okay sugar babe, m’ gonna cum too, together okay?”
Henry picked up the pace just for her, her whines and whimpers getting louder until finally he felt her creamy onto his cock, his own juices spurting inside her; causing her to breathe out happily at the warm stuffy feeling inside of her. “I love you, don’t ever fuckin’ doubt that, you have a nasty thought in your pretty head? You tell me n’ i’ll sort it out” He growled kissing her cheek as he turned her to lay on her back, with him propped up on his elbow as he traced over her stomach. “What are ya t-tracin’?”
“Hearts, so our mini baby bun knows what love looks like” He chuckled finishin’ his tracin’ looking up to his wife’s eyes, with her getting all giddy and smiley at his confession. “I-I already love ‘em so much, g-gon dress them so p-pretty. N’ w-we can play i-in the fields w-with them” She giggled playing with his fingers which were on her chest, the post sex haze doing nothing but accentuating their love for each other. “Pretty like their gorgeous momma” Henry whispered pecking her lips once more before he remembered something.
“Now how about I show ya somethin’, ya don’t havta walk, ill carry ya” He whispered as she nodded, the both of them trodding to the end of the long hallway towards his work room, her eyes widening at the site of two wooden bassinets sitting at the corner of the room. “Y-you made this for mini bun?! B-but why two?” She wondered looking up at his deep blue eyes, “m’ preparin’ for the next one bunny”
“t-two babies” She giggled whispering to herself at the idea of her big gruff husband handling two tiny tots at once, watching him dote on them like the protective man he was. “Mhm m’ gonna keep ya barefoot n’ pregnant, like ya this way baby bun, all swollen an’ big for me” He gruffed nuzzling his rough bearded cheek against her soft one, “Told ya, you don’t need those stupid friends a’ yours when you’ve got me sugar, m’all ya need and our mini bun right ‘ere”
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PSA: Hope this is all good! I wanted to show a more emotional and loving side to their relationship 🫶 But still sprinkle a bit of dark!manipulative!Henry
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tvgals · 9 months
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ׂׂૢ BIG BANK TAKE LITTLE BANK
— baseball player! onyankopon x black! actress! reader .
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I IMAGINE — it’s you, ony, and you two’s seven year old daughter. she’s an only child and she’s living absolutely lavishly. she has her own bedroom and walk in closet. she always has the best hairstyle, clothes and shoes in school.
“daddy!” her voice rang out from the bathroom where you were doing her hair. ony walked in and could only smile. “look!” she says, hopping down from the stool she was standing on and jumping into his arms. “do you like it?” she asks, a huge smile on her face. “i love it. mama did a good job, huh?” he asks, putting her down. “yeah!” you giggle and usher her to her bedroom to put her uniform for school on.
“i got a game tonight..” ony says, walking towards you — who was putting up all the hair supplies and cleaning up hair. “i know. please don’t act a fool out here, baby.” you tell him, kissing him on the cheek. “i won’t i won’t. i know chloe watches my games, she shouldn’t be seeing that.” ony apologizes, pulling you into his body by the small of your back. “promise?” you ask, putting his face into your hands. “promise.” ony says, leaning down and kissing you. “now go help yo’ daughter lace up them jordan’s you bought her.” you said, patting his chest and walking down the stairs. while downstairs you start packing chloe’s lunch. once finished, you find her backpack (which was discarded behind the couch) and you open it up, going through the papers that were either badly folded or crumbled up. you threw some away until one paper caught your eye, less damaged than the others. you take it out and start reading it, a pang in your chest.
“my wish is for my mommy and daddy to be at home more. sometimes i stay at my grandmas house but she does my hair really rough and i like it when my mommy does it best. my mommy is an actress and my daddy is a baseball player so sometimes they’re not home a lot. daddy has a game today and i hope he does good. :)”
you smile at the note, folding it up and putting it in your pocket to show ony later. you take chloe’s backpack into the kitchen and put her lunchbox inside, writing a note onto a sticky note and putting it on her lunchbox. you check your apple watch and call chloe downstairs. you hear her bracelets and mini gold hoops in her ears clack while she’s walking down the stairs. “let’s go.” you smile, handing her her backpack. chloe says her byes to ony and you two get into the car. “chloe?” you say. chloe responds with a quick, “yes?” you sigh and turn on your turning signal. “do you think me and daddy aren’t home a lot?”
“just sometimes. like when daddy has games and you have to go make movies. i like grandma but sometimes she can be mean.” chloe says, messing with the hem of her skirt. “do you want me and daddy to stay home with you?” you ask, turning the corner and pulling into the schools parking lot. “yes. i have fun when it’s just us.”’chloe smiles, unbuckling her seat belt. you grin and get chloe out the car and take her into the school, watching her skip down the hall with her friends. how are you gonna tell ony that he can’t go to his baseball game tonight?
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The Water Is Fine
The Water Is Fine
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James Potter x Black! Reader
A/n: This is inspired by the song The Water Is Fine by Chloe Ament and I tried to write proper conflict in this and I don't think it's great lol
Summary: After retuning home for Christmas you end up following in the footsteps of Sirius.
Warnings: Blood, cuts, abuse, swearing, arguing, she/her, reader is a member of the Black family and is the same age as Sirius but isn't called a twin or described in anyway.
Word Count: 2890
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I walked into the great hall with a quicker pace than normal since I'd accidentally slept in a little and still wanted time for breakfast before the train left for Christmas break.
I spotted my brother and our friends sat on the Gryffindor table laughing at something as I approached, causing my speed to pick up even more.
"Morning!" I said whilst wrapping my arms around James's shoulders from behind him before pressing a quick kiss to his head and taking a seat in the spot left empty next to him.
"You're cutting it very close." James said with a laugh, kissing my cheek in response, his arm resting over my shoulders as I began to load my plate with breakfast.
"I know, I slept in and realised I hadn't done my packing."
"Organised as ever." Sirius said with a laugh, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"You're one to talk." Remus laughed from next to him.
James coughed awkwardly and looked down at me with a more serious face, "So, have you made up your mind on where you're spending Christmas?"
James and Sirius had been trying to persuade me to spend Christmas with the Potters for weeks now, Remus was spending New Years there as well and Peter only lived five minutes away so we could all be together.
I shook my head slightly and turned away from the boy, picking at the breakfast in front of me. "I don't know still, I'll decide on the train."
"C'mon love, please? I don't like the idea of you being stuck in that house with those people for two weeks. They won't even let you send me an owl so I know you're okay."
His pleading was cut off by the squawking of the owls delivering the mail from above us.
Two small black envelopes were dropped onto the table in front of us, causing me and Sirius to look at each other with an identical worried look in our eyes.
I picked up the one addressed to me and inspected it for a moment. Looking up and over at the Slytherin table to see Regulus already looking at me nervously, the same black envelope in his hands.
I sighed and slowly opened it, the silence that had now taken over our small group as they watched me and Sirius not helping with the anxiety growing in the back of my throat.
'Dearest Y/n, You are expected for an appearance at the Black home immediately for the Christmas holidays. Alliances must be made immediately and we intrust in you to make the correct decision. Orion and Walburga Black.'
I look up from the paper to see Sirius rolling his eyes and using his want to quickly set his letter aflame.
"They can't be serious." James said from next to me, obviously reading from over my shoulder.
"On what part?" I said with a sigh, folding the letter into a small square and slipping it into my pocket.
"On what part? The allegiances must be made part, obviously!" He said with a raised eyebrow.
"You can't be seriously considering still going? After what they're obviously asking from us?" Sirius said, giving me an unreadable look as he shook his head.
"We don't know exactly what they're asking yet. I mean I don't know how they'll react if neither of us go!" I look over his shoulder to see regulus looking at me again, his hands shaking slightly as he held the letter, his nervousness obvious to anyone.
"It's obvious what their asking Y/n, your not stupid. They want a decree of allegiance to the dark lord what else?" Sirius said, obviously pissed of that my letter wasn't in a pile of ashes next to his.
"Sirius I can't leave Regulus there alone! They probably just want us to attend a meeting or something. I might even get some information that could help Dumbledoor. I have to go Reggie's can't deal with this alone."
He huffed at me, quickly standing from the table angrily "Well I hope you have a very merry fucking Christmas then, I'll see you in the new year if you haven't already been made into a death eater."
He stormed out of the hall before I could respond, Remus running after him with an apologetic look.
I pushed the plate in front of me away, suddenly loosing my appetite.
"You okay?" James asked gently, rubbing my shoulder.
I sighed and nodded, spotting Regulus trying to wave me over in the corner of my eye.
"I will be. I just need to sort this out."
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It was obvious that Sirius didn't want me joining their carriage on the way back and since I didn't fancy the idea of sitting with Reggie's friends either I decided to just look for an empty carriage.
After finally finding one at the end of the train I took a seat, pulling the letter out of my pocket and re-reading it again and again.
"Mind if I join you?" My boyfriend's voice said from the doorway.
I looked up with a smile, scrunching the paper back into my pocket as I nodded at him.
"Of course you can."
He smiled back and took the seat next to me, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling me into his side for a hug.
"What're you thinking?"
I shrugged slightly and sighed again.
"Honestly James I don't know what to do. I don't want Sirius to be mad at me and I'd love to spend the next two weeks with you but I don't think I can bring myself to leave Reggie there alone. I know what that house is like James, I know what they do. I always had Sirius, I wouldn't have gotten through it alone. He needs me there."
James took a deep breath, obviously upset by the conversation.
"Y/n/n I know what you mean, but please. I'll do anything if you followed me off this train and spent the next two weeks in my house, singing carols, opening presents, cuddling by the fire and drinking hot chocolate. That's what Christmas should be, not being in that cold house. I don't know what it's like I know, but from what Sirius has told me I know that you shouldn't be there. Please, I'm begging you."
I looked up at him to be met with desperate eyes. I lent in to press another soft kiss against his lips, letting my fingers caress his cheek even after I pulled away.
He rested his forehead against mine and used his arm to try and pull me even closer.
"I'm sorry James, truly. But I can't spend Christmas happy knowing what they might be doing to him. I'll be okay. I promise."
He didn't respond for a moment before just giving me a small nod and pulling me tight against his chest.
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My mother was furious when Sirius followed after James at the station, and she was even more furious when James gave my head a gentle kiss goodbye.
She harshly gripped Regulus's arm and apparated away without looking at me.
I sighed before looking over my shoulder to see James, Sirius and Peter looking at me.
I offered a small wave and apparated away before they could respond and possibly convince me to change my mind.
As I appeared in the living room of my house I was met with my family and a few faces of men I hadn't met before.
"Follow me." My mother's voice said sternly as she swept away from the room and down the corridor.
I glanced over at Reggie who looked terrified and offered him a reassuring smile before following after her into my bedroom.
"So the Potters have sunk their teeth into you as well?" She asked after the door was shut.
Her voice still made my blood run cold, although her intimidating presence no longer held the same effect as it did when I was younger.
"I'm here aren't I?" I tried to sound strong, self assured. Like a Black would.
"Their a family of blood traitors, just like your brother. There will be no more of that from now on."
I didn't respond to that, instead just looking away from her eyes and clearing my throat to try and build my confidence again.
"What was that letter about?"
She straightened up slightly, obviously ready to deliver news that she knew there would be a reaction to.
"As you know things are changing, the Dark Lord is rightfully raising to power and it has become time for everyone to decide what they think is right. As you know your brothers already made his decision and we will have no more embarrassment put on this house. Orders have been put in place to ensure that."
"Orders?"
"You and Regulus are lucky to hold the Black family name and we expect you to wear that privilege with pride. That means no more messing about with the Potters it's time to make your family proud. Your allegiances will be cemented today and you my dear, will be Married off to the Rosier boy to continue this noble bloodline and ensure that you don't follow in your good for nothing brother's footsteps."
I looked at her dumbfounded for a second. "Evan? You can't be serious-"
Before I had a chance to argue my point I was cut off by the sound of Regulus's screams from the other side of the door.
"What was that? What're they doing to him!" I rushed towards the door but she had caught my wrist before I could move.
"Your brother is making the correct decision."
"Decision, what?" I looked at her with confusion before my eyes caught a glimpse of the mark that covered her arm and I felt a chill down my back at what was happening.
"No. No way. He's sixteen you can't brand him like that!" I ripped my arm away from her and made a move towards the door. Before I could open it though I felt a sharp cutting pain shoot up my leg.
I fell to the floor with a yelp and looked up to see my mother holding her wand sternly towards me.
The sharp burning pain was agonising but I clenched my teeth as hard as I could, refusing to give in.
"You are an adult Y/n. This is your birth right. Take it." She lent down and grabbed my arm, yanking me up to her height again. The weight on my burning leg causing me to let out a short scream.
"This isn't right. I'm not allowing you to do this to me, to him. I won't do it. I'm not marrying Evan, and I'm sure as hell not pledging my allegiance to the Dark Lord!" I shouted through gritted teeth, tears quickly streaming down my cheeks despite my best efforts.
She let go of the spell she had cast against my left leg, causing me to let out a breath of relief despite feeling the blood dripping into my shoes.
"I am your mother." Her wand now pressed against my arm, hard. "This is my blood that runs in you, the blood of hundreds of years of purity and strength. The blood of the noble house of black! This blood runs thicker than anything. You are my daughter! My skin! My flesh! My soul! You have no say in the matter, you do as I say or you pay for it!"
I could feel blood dripping from my wrist as well now, I glanced down to see the shape of a T and an R being carved against my skin in her neat handwriting.
I took a couple shaky breathes, and thanked Merlin that my adrenaline seemed to numb the pain slightly.
"I am not my family. And maybe if you weren't you would still have a son and daughter. You are a sick, sad, bitter woman who'll live the rest of her life in misery until she dies a forgetful and deserved death. You'll rot."
She stared at me, her wand pushing harder against my arm as the pain quickened. Neither of us spoke for a second before I ungritted my teeth so I could spit on her face.
She didn't respond for a second, her face full of fury before I felt a swift sting to my face as she slapped me, hard.
She'd used magic to punish me and Sirius before, but never her own hand.
She screamed before withdrawing her wand from my arm and casting a spell that dropped me back to the floor, screaming in pain as my whole body felt like it was on fire.
I laid there for a second, trying to muster the strength to move as she held the spell over me. I thought of Sirius and Regulus, and us playing outside by the lake as kids. And I thought of James and how he held me, how he made me feel save and happy. How he taught me what a home actually was.
My hand shifted to the pocket of my robes slowly, gripping my wand as tightly into my hand as I could.
I used any and all the strength I had left to pull it out, casting a spell I never thought I would against my own mother.
"Crusio!"
She dropped to her own knees with a scream, calling me every name under the sun as she writhed on the floor.
I watched horrified for a second before I saw the door open, my father's furious face prompting me to apparate out of there as quickly as I could before he could reach me.
Before I knew what was happening I was laying on the porch of the Potters house, every bone in my body burning and aching as I used the only strength I had left to weakly knock on the door.
It took a second but before I knew it the door opened to the smell of firewood, mint and vanilla and I knew he was there.
"Y/n? Merlin!"
I felt his arms wrap around my and lift me off the floor and the second I entered his embrace I allowed myself to let go, to cry.
"Mum! Dad! Sirius! Help! Please!"
The panic in his voice caused me to grip onto his shirt as hard as I could and that's the last I heard before everything went silent.
~~~~~
I woke up in the most comforting bed I could image. The reassuring smell of James engulfed me and soothed my aching body as my eyes adjusted to the warm light of the room.
James was asleep on the arm chair next to the bed, a worry line creasing his forehead and I felt a pang of guilt in my gut for what I probably put him through.
I sat up slightly, feeling a pain shoot up from my leg. I looked under the covers to see that my leg had been carefully wrapped in a bandage up to my knee and I spotted from the corner of my eye that my arm had a matching one.
I slowly unwrapped my arm to assess the damage and let out a quiet gasp when I saw the word 'traitor' neatly carved against my skin.
I felt a few tears roll down my cheek as I quickly tried to wrap it back up, not wanting to look at the word.
"My mum said it shouldn't scar, Pomfrey is coming by tomorrow with some ointment for it. If it does leave any mark it should be faint. Your leg was the problem." James's sleepy voice said from next to me, he carefully took my arm to re-wrap the bandage himself since my hands were shaking to much.
"Jamie I'm so sorry." I said with a sniff, causing the boy to frown at me.
He walked around to climb into bed next to me, pulling me into his arms gently.
"None of this is your fault, at all. You don't deserve any of it." He kissed my hair, letting his face rest there for a moment.
"I should've just came back with you. I tried to get to Reggie, I really did. But it was already too late and she wouldn't let me go to him. She wanted me to get the mark and marry Rosier, Regulus already has it. I couldn't help him." I cried softly into his shoulder as he smoothed my hair comfortingly.
"You're never going back there, they can't hurt you anymore. Regulus will be okay, he's welcome here if he decides to leave. But I'm here now, nothings going to hurt you when I'm around. I promise."
I nodded, allowing him to wipe the tears from my cheeks before leaning in to kiss him.
I was safe in his arms, in his bed, in his home. The looming knowledge of the war was pushed away by his room. The sense of home breaking my thoughts away from anything other than him.
Him and his soft hair, his infectious smile, his gentle laugh and his addictive touch.
"I love you so much." I said as his lips pulled away, resting my head against his and rubbing our noses together softly.
"I love you too"
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★ you and your friends accept the gracious invite a couple of strangers extended to you. they didn't seem all that bad and, in fact, you get a bit attached to them! they're really kind after all...
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a/n: here's the second part. i'm writing this before ive published the first part so here's crossing my fingers, hoping that first part gets good reviews loool this should be published the day after so! hope i didnt make yall wait to long!
like i warned in the first part, these yanderes are inspired by slashers. the first part didn't include any violence but this part might. i'll include in the warnings if it does. please heed the warnings! thank you!
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part one (hook.) ★ part two (here) ★ part three (sinker.) ★ part four (?)
pairing: casimir fiala x reader x emmaline fiala word count: 2393 warning: gender neutral reader, reader is attracted to males and females, readers friends suck even more, reader is kind of pervy in this one, final ship is poly
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When the entire group finally entered the couple's house, you were met with a hallway entrance. Unlike the outside of the house, the inside was nice and well-maintained.
"Pretty sweet house." Dirk wolf whistled as he walked ahead and looked around, his bag slung behind his shoulder. Chloe giggled at him as if what he said was a joke. You honestly didn't understand.
Of course, Bran had to put his two cents. "Pretty sweet for a glorified security guard."
"Shut up, don't be rude." You couldn't help but defend the couple a little, a frown marring your lips as you watched Emm look curiously at her husband, only for Casimir to roll his eyes as if to say 'Don't get me started'
Before you could venture further into the home, you felt a rough shove from beside you. You tried your hardest not to fall over; not an easy feat considering the hefty pack on your back.
When you glanced at who shoved you, you weren't exactly surprised to see it was Kathy. She mouthed at you to shut up, probably annoyed that you were telling her boyfriend off.
She had a weird notion that only she was allowed to do that.
Rolling your eyes, you just gave a curt nod and went on your way, trying to stick close to the couple and avoiding your friends who were oddly striking nerve after nerve with you today.
You weren't surprised. After years of the four of them keeping you around to use you for their own bullshit, you had gotten tired of it and tried to distance yourself.
Why did you even let them talk you into going on this trip?
Maybe a part of you still felt some sort of friendship for them. After all, even though they'd been terrible to you, you were good friends with them for a long time and that wasn't something easily forgotten.
Call it stupidity or some misplaced sense of loyalty.
"Make yourselves at home." Emm gestured to everything before pointing to the stairs directly at the end of the hallway "The third floor's off limits 'cus that's where we're at but everything is on the second floor."
"There is two guest bedrooms there and a shared bathroom." Casimir elaborated as he hung up his rather drenched lab coat "Usually, we keep it for the in laws and close family. They stayed recently so the rooms should still be good and clean."
"Why would anyone want to visit here..." You spotted Chloe running her fingers along a table by the door with a bunch of knickknacks on it, frown evident on her face
Emm tossed her motorcycle keys Chloe's direction and she had to snatch her hand back just to prevent it from smacking the back of her hand.
"We're not allowed a lot'a vacation days so family have to visit us here if the wan'a spend time with us." Emm easily explained, shrugging as she hung up her motorcycle helmet before just unceremoniously placing her elbow pads right next to her keys.
You ignored how much that didn't make sense and opted to look into one of the door ways branching off of the hall way.
Dirk was right, though. Their house was pretty impressive for an abandoned little town.
It reminded you of those historical movies set in rural Georgia or something; a lot of wood furniture, with the open wooden beams in the ceiling, and a lot of family heirlooms cluttered everywhere.
The room you specifically looked into was a living room, complete with a fire place and a creepy looking mirror hung above it.
The couches at least looked nice but they also looked ancient, with the floral patterns looking like they came from someone's Grandma's linen closet.
"No windows?" Kathy walked up next to you, taking every step like she was about to walk into a trap.
You would've rolled your eyes if you didn't think she would've shoved you into the rather nice coffee table as retaliation.
You gestured to a rather large window to your left but she just scoffed at you "That's a door."
You walked closer to observe and were surprised to be proven correct. It was a door. You could see something like a garden through the gauzy curtain covering the panes of glass.
"The lack of windows make it a little gloomy in here." Bran appeared right next to Kathy, arms crossed as he pretended to shiver from how scared he was of the bad lighting.
Kathy just laughed but you shook your head.
As you turned around, the three of you were suddenly blinded with light and, though you couldn't say the same for Bran and Kathy, you definitely jumped a little.
At the entrance of the living room, Casimir stood, his hand on a light switch and a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"I am in charge of dinner, as I am every night. I was going to cook a rather nice scotch fillet for me and my wife. I have some extras I was going to save for later this week." He explained, drawing his hand away from the way to tuck it behind his back "Any allergies? And how would you like your steak cooked?"
"No allergies in the group." All the anxiety in Kathy's body seemed to evaporate at the thought of getting free dinner "And I love having my steak done medium well, thank you!"
"Well done for me." Bran grumbled out, not happy his girlfriend was so easily won over by a steak dinner
You, on the other hand, felt a little nervous accepting such a wonderful dinner invitation so you moved forward, dropping your bag next to the couch "Are you sure it's okay for you to cook us dinner?"
"It's late, the rain is predicted to keep up all night. I most certainly won't let my wife drive in the middle of the night even if it does stop." Casimir held out a hand as if to stop you from whatever you wanted to say "Let us at least do you this one favor. We don't get a lot of visitors after all and we're paid well enough by our jobs to afford feeding a bunch of strays."
When he said that, you saw his green eyes flicker for a second to Bran and there was some sort of irritation there but then it flickered back to you and all you could see was sweet politeness.
So, of course, you relented but not without compromise "At least let me help you prepare dinner."
Casimir seemed surprised by that but then he grinned "If you insist."
Then, his hand, which he had held up a second ago, raised even further to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers seemingly lingering for a bit longer "How about I get the ingredients ready and you change out of those sopping wet clothes?"
"It won't do either of us good if you get a cold now would it?" He added and you felt your ears get a little hot with embarrassment.
He was right, you were getting a bit ahead of yourself. You gave a quick nod. Scurrying back, you picked up your bag and made a move to go upstairs.
As you passed by Bran, he shouldered you a little and you heard him whisper to you, "Don't flirt with him, you fucking freak."
You felt your face fall but you quickly tried to compose yourself.
You honestly should've been used to it by now. Bran always decided to knock you down a peg at random moments like that but, still, it always took you off your guard.
Before you could get up the stairs, a gentle hand cupped your elbow and you turned, curious to see who stopped you.
"Hi, sorry, darl', just wanted to say that you'll have to stay in a spare bed on the third floor." Emm smiled gently at you, the picture of a kind hostess "I hope you don't mind."
You quickly shook your head, trying to calm the heat on your face and ears "Of course not! You're already helping us so much after all the trouble we've put you guys through!"
Then, you leaned close, pretending as if you were going to tell her some terrible secret "Don't tell Bran I said this but it was honestly stupid of him to try and go through here as a short cut to Lovelock."
When you pulled back, there was an expression on Emm's face that you couldn't exactly decipher. Before you couldn't really think about it though, it was gone and she was back to smiling at you.
"Yeah, there's been millions'a people like him for sure." Emm nodded, hand gliding up to your forearm as she guided you up the stairs, probably to where your room was "I always think the fine's too big for'em to try but there's always anoth'r dum'ass every week."
You giggled a little at her words but your brain felt a little dizzy at the feel of her hand around your arm, the way her palm almost wrapped entirely around it, how firm her grip was on you.
She was one tough looking lady.
"Your other two friends are a'ready in their rooms, d'now if you were lookin' for them." She informed you as the two of you passed that landing before embarking on the second set of stairs to the third floor.
"How come you guys have such a huge house?" You couldn't help but wonder, the curiosity getting the best of you.
"This used't be the house of some big shot at the Pharma back in the day, before the factory closed. Someone with a big family, I reckon." She shrugged as the two of you got to the final step on the stairs "The Pharma gave us reign to the entire village and we were movin' in with my brother and sister at the time so we jus' picked the biggest house. The oth'r choices were way smaller or just straight up apartments."
You nodded before feeling a little surprised to see that the third floor looked like a second living room. There was another set of couches, a coffee table, TV set and a door leading to what you presumed was the master bedroom.
"I hope a pullout is okay with you?" Emm smiled apologetically at you "It's really comfortable, I promise."
Without thinking much about it, you took her hand into yours and gave it a little shake "It's really fine, truly. Like I said before, you've been more than hospitable to us. This is so much more than what we should expect."
Her smile grew wide and she swooped in, giving you a tight hug "I'm so glad you think so! You'd fit right in here, y'know."
You laughed, hugging her back. You didn't know exactly what she meant by that but she was just so nice and kind that you accepted her words easily.
"Now, I think I heard you say you'd help Cas out with dinner." She pulled away, her hands rubbing up and down your shoulders for a second before she turned you towards the closed door you spotted earlier "Let me show you the bathroom."
"Oh, wait, isn't that--"
"It's fine!" Emm waved off your concerns as she practically dragged you along, opening the door and gesturing to the other door on the far side "That's the bathroom, by the way."
Then she let you go to rifle around her drawers for something.
You couldn't help but look around a little, curious about their master bedroom. It looked like any other bedroom, albeit a little too clean. Big bed in the middle, nightstand on either side, dresser for both him and her. There was another door you assumed was a closet.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing, I was just--" You were about to answer her except, when you turned to look at her, she was in the middle of taking off (or putting on?) her shirt and you panicked, your entire face feeling as hot as a kettle.
You turned around, squeaking out apology after apology as you scrambled into the bathroom, heart beating a mile a minute.
You locked the door and put down your bag, changing as fast as you could while trying to erase the image of Emm changing in your head. Still, you couldn't.
She was a married woman so you felt guilty but that didn't change the fact that she was very beautiful. Her body was built but curvy, pudgy but in a way where you could tell she had muscles underneath, with black and red tattoos swirling all over her tanned skin.
All you could remember was the lace of her black bra cupping her breasts, the way they were too big and seemed to overflow at the top of the cups.
Even her pants hung low, revealing the tops of her matching underwear and the hints of a tattoo on her wide hips.
You wanted to slap yourself.
She was a married woman! And she was being so gracious to you! Why were you lusting over her like some stupid high school kid? You idiot!
You tapped your head a few times as if you could tap the thought right out of your head before continuing with your changing.
When you exited with your bag, she was gone, probably weirded out by your staring. You sighed and just dropped your bag off at the couch right outside their bedroom.
Then, you walked downstairs. You wanted to check on Chloe and Dirk but, from the giggling right outside their room, you rather gouge your eyes out.
So, instead, you headed directly to the kitchen.
Casimir was already there, looking dressed and ready to cook. He had a different button up, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also had an apron around his waist and his hair was tied in a messy bun high on his head.
There was something both domestic and handsome about the way he was dressed.
"Ah, my dear Igor, you've gotten dressed." He smirked as soon as he spotted you, his hand doing a couple of final flicks to roll up his last sleeve "There's an apron there, on the chair--"
You spotted it quickly and put it on, though you struggled a bit to tie it at the back.
Casimir chuckled a little, all deep and rich, before going behind you and helping you tie it.
"So, if I'm Igor, does that mean you're Dr. Frankenstein?" You tried to keep the silence at bay as he tied your apron and you rolled your sleeves up to your elbows.
He chuckled again "Of course. Though, hopefully, our cooking doesn't end up as convoluted as the Creature."
As he got ready at the kitchen counter, you couldn't help but turn a little meek "Uhm, by the way, did you see where Emm went?"
Casimir didn't spare you a glance as he set out a board and some vegetables out, probably for you to cut or dice "Oh, I think she went out to park her motorcycle? Probably so it doesn't rust in this downpour."
You frowned but took your place beside Casimir who seemed intent on peeling the potatoes as best as he could "When-- When she was uhm showing me the bathroom-- I uhm-- I accidentally-- you know-- I uhm--"
That's when Casimir finally stopped and peeked at you, his green eyes justas intimidating as when you first saw him out on that main road, by the factory.
"I a-accidentally saw her ch-changing." You squeaked, unable to keep your gaze on him
Instead of anger, Casimir suddenly clapped a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you close, that same deep and rumbling chuckle leaving his lips "Is that all? It's fine. If she had a problem with it, you wouldn't be with me, chopping up vegetables."
"O-Oh, okay!"
"She's taken quite a liking to you. I can tell." He continued to peel the potatoes, chucking the peeled ones in a bowl before gesturing to some broccolini and asparagus that needed trimming "Don't worry, if she had a problem with you, she will let you know."
"I'm sure she's told you but you'd be a good fit here, you know."
"Yeah, she said that." You started chopping the bottoms of the asparagus absentmindedly "What does that mean?"
"Just that we both really like you. Your friends take you for granted. You're a really great person." Casimir shrugged before bumping his hip against yours "Have you ever thought of settling here in Lovelock permanently?"
"Oh, I mean, there's not really anything waiting for me back at home other than a college degree." You laughed nervously before shrugging too "I don't know, I think it'd be nice but I'm-- I've never-- I don't know."
You could see Casimir look unsure for a second, like he was panicked and didn't know what to say, before he sighed "Sorry if I said something-- Or-- I'm not good with words or with feelings."
"But you have a place to stay with Emm and I if you ever need it."
You grinned at him, nodding "I really appreciate it! Thank you!"
When you looked up at him, there was a strange expression on his face. KInd of similar to that expression on Emm's face earlier. You chalked it to you just being weird. Instead, you focused on your asparagus, excited about the dinner coming.
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Healing After Heartbreak
Pairing: Jensen x Rowan Masters (OFC)
Mentions: Jared, Gen and the SPN cast, Rowan’s friends Chloe, Meg and Ava
Summary: After going through a nasty divorce that leaves Jensen heartbroken and alone will a chance encounter with a fan at Jibcon give him a new hope that he can find love again?
This my first attempt and writing a fanfic of any kind. All mistakes are mine. Any suggestions on approving my writing are welcomed. This will be a multi chapters fic . At this time I don't know how many yet.
Chapter One
Jensen’s point of view:
Jensen woke with a groan. Confusion etched on his freckled face. Why was someone pounding on his front door at this hour? “Wait?” he thought to himself. “What time is it anyhow?”. He stretched out his arm and picked up his phone from the nightstand to check the time. 4am! “What the hell!” he thought squinting at the screen. Sighing as he looked at his phones wallpaper. His three kids stared back at him, a pic from happier times; laughing on the beach. The last family vacation before the divorce. Now days he barely gets out of bed. He misses his kids and dog. She took everything he loved from him. He tried to fight back the tears that threaten to fall. Sniffing he went to lay his phone down when it started ringing in his hand.
The screen lit up with a pic of Jared smiling at him. Swiping the screen he answered “Hey Jared, this better be good it’s 4 in the morning.” “Dude get your ass down here and let me in. I’ve been pounding on your door for 20 minutes” came Jared’s reply. Jensen rolled his eyes as he stood up from the bed. Holding the phone with one hand Jensen used his free hand to hike his black boxers back up from where they were hang precariously low on his hips. “Yeesh, don’t your get boxers in a bunch I’m coming.” Jensen muttered into the phone. He can hear Jared sighing on the other end. “Are you even packed to go? You know we have to leave early to catch our flight.” Jared asked.
Jensen padded down the hall stopping briefly at the top of the stairs he tried to rack his brain about what Jared was talking about. He hurried down the steps towards to front door. He turned off the security system and unlocked the door, stepping back he pulled the door open. Jared rushed in and looked at Jensen. Upon seeing his best friend standing before him wearing only a pair of wrinkled boxers and sporting some serious bed head, Jared exclaimed “Dude why are you not dressed to go?” Puzzled Jensen just stood there staring at him. “What are you talking about? Where are we going, we don’t have a con to JIB on the 20th’’ Jared slapped his hand across his face. “Man have you looked at the date lately? Today is the 18th, we have to catch our flight to Rome this morning. Daniela needs us there earlier then normal this time.” Jensen looked stunned as he stared open mouthed at Jared. “No, it can’t be the 18th yet.” He doubled checked the date on his phone.”SHIT!” he exclaims. Turning on his heal Jensen bolts for the stairs hollering over his shoulder at Jared “How long do i have to get ready?” Jared tossed his head back and started laughing. “Don’t worry Jay, we have two hours before we have to be at the airport to catch our flight. I know your most likely forgot with the divorce being finalized last week, so I showed up way early to get your ass moving” Jensen stopped mid step and came back down the steps and slapped Jared across the back of his head. “Way to freak me out Jared!” Jensen exclaimed, then wrapped him in a quick hug mumbling “Thanks man, I’d be a total mess with out you”. Jared smiled and said “I know.” Turning away from Jared, Jensen made his way back up to his room to shower and pack.
Once back in his room he stripped of his boxers and tossed then towards the ever growing pile of dirty clothes in the corner. He then padded across the room to the master bathroom. Once inside he turned on the shower and let it warm up before stepping in. Standing in the shower lathering up his body he got lost in his thoughts. He knew he needed to get his act together and start acting like the grown ass man he is. He started making a mental list of stuff he needed to get done.
Stepping out of the shower he grabbed a towel and wiped off the water drops running down across his chest and arms before slinging it around his waist. He then saunters into his room pull open a drawer and grabbing a pair of boxer briefs out. He drops the towel on the pile of dirty clothes and slips them on moves to grab a pair of clean jeans and a t-shirt. He grabs the dirty clothes and starts a load of laundry while grabbing his go to backpack and sliver suitcase and started packing. By the time his laundry was washed and dried he was packed and ready to go. Once back down stairs he found Jared in the kitchen eating an apple from the fruit bowl on the island. “Hey you finally ready Jay” asks Jared. “Yep! I just want to grab some breakfast quick” replied Jensen. He turned and rummaged in the nearest cabinet and producing a granola bar. He then went to the fridge and pulled out a protein drink. After downing the food Jensen wiped his mouth with the back of is hand. Looking at his best friend he patted him on the shoulder and said “OK lets get going buddy, it’s going to be a long ass flight”
Once out of the house and Jensen’s bags were loaded in to Jared’s SUV it was a 30 minute ride to the airport. Upon arrival they got checked in and went through security showing their passports and boarding information to the lady at the gate. After finding their seats and stowing their carry on bags they got settled into their seats and buckled their lap belts.
Jensen let out a big sigh as he looked out the window. “What’s wrong bro” asked Jared. Sighing again Jensen turned towards Jared. “I’m worried about all the questions fans will be asking about the divorce.” Jared reached over and gave Jensen’s hand a squeeze and reassured him by saying “Don’t worry Jay, I got your back man, we all do. Rob, Rich and everyone else is there for you. We will make a announcement before we start addressing the fact that you will not be answering any question regarding your personal life.” “Not everyone has my back.” Jensen says with a sigh before continuing “You know Misha took her side and hates me. We both know he will make digs towards me every chance he can while there. He loves trying to make me out to be the bad guy.” Jared patted his arm as the plane taxied down the runway for takeoff. Once in the air the guys reclined their seats and settled in for the long flight ahead. Both drifting off about thirty minutes into the flight.
Mean While In Rome
Rowan’s Point of View:
The small cafe was still busy with the lunch rush when Rowan and her friends arrived. They were laughing and giggling as they walked up to the door. With a sigh Rowan looked around at her friends. Their two week European vacation was almost over. This was going to be their last weekend of fun, clubbing and living it up before heading back to the states. Even though they were all were pushing 40 they where still young and carefree at heart. Next week they would be back at home in Texas at their boring 9 to 5 jobs.
Meg lead the way in the door, a small sliver bell tinkled above their heads as the entered. A young woman wearing a black apron greats them, “Hello, I’m Gloria how may I help you ladies this afternoon?” “Hello my friend's and I would like a table please.” answered Meg with a bright smile. “Sure just follow me.” Gloria lead them through the cafe to a table by one of the beautiful windows. “How’s this ladies” asked Gloria. Rowan looks at her “It’s perfect, thank you.” “Sure, no problem.” She hands each of them a menu and asks if she can get them anything to drink. They decide on ice teas for all.
As the waitress walked away Rowan cleared her throat. “So what do you guys want to do for our last weekend in Rome?” Chloe looked at the other two and giggled. Rowan gave her a suspicious look “Oh god what do you three have cooked up? How drunk are you going to get me?” Ava’s eyes smiled with mischief as Chloe pulled a manila envelope from her bag. Giggling she told Rowan “Oh we are not getting drunk. We are gonna want to remember this weekend for the rest of our lives.” “Oh god what did you do Chloe!?” exclaimed Rowan. Her friend handed her the envelope “Just open it, this is going to be so much fun!” Taking it from her out stretched hand, Rowan took a deep breath before opening it. She reached in and pulled out four identical plastic bags. Each one hand one of their names on. She grabbed the one with her name scrawled across it in black marker. She opened up the bag and pulled out the top item, a lanyard with a plastic card hanging on it. Turning it in her hands Rowan read what the card said. “OMG!” she squealed. “You got us tickets to Jibcon? No way!” she exclaimed. Giggling, Meg told Rowan “Check out the other tickets in your bag’’ Rowan dumped out the rest of the contents of her bag onto the table in front of her. She grabbed the packet that had Photo ops written on it. Ripping it open she pulled them out and started reading off the names printed on them. “Lets see, we have Richard Speight Jr., Rob Benedict, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Kim Rhodes, and Alexander Calvert.” Looking down she realized she dropped some. “Whoops dropped some” she said with a giggle. She looked at the names on the last few and went wide eyed. “OMFG!!!! you got me ops with Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles!!!!” “Yep!” beamed her friends. “We have ops with them as well.’’ replied Chloe. Meg cleared her throat and looked at Rowan. “We know how messed up you’ve been since Nate cheated on you with Becky from accounting. He really broke your heart. This is our small way, besides this trip to get you out of your funk.” “Yeah, we don't like to seeing you so sad.” added Ava. Chloe reached over and took Rowan’s hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. “We all love you and want you to be happy again. Maybe you’ll meet someone while we are over here. Maybe even at Jibcon. Who knows? Right?’’ Rowan sighed and looked at her friends with tears in her eyes. “Thank you ladies so much! I don’t know what I’d do without you all. This surprise is just what I need to break be out of my funk. I really do need to move on,its been six months of heartache and tears.” She raised her glass and proclaimed “To JIBCon and a weekend we will never forget!” They clicked their glasses together before taking a drink.
Just then Gloria approached their table “So ladies are you ready to order?’’ she asked with a smile. They placed their orders quickly and as the waitress walk towards the kitchen they began talking excitedly. Rowan looked at her friends. “If I’m meeting Jensen and Jared in two days we need to go shopping! I need to find something special to wear.” “Oh defiantly” agreed Ava. After finishing their lunch and paying their bill the four friends headed out to shop for the perfect outfits for what was going to be a weekend that none of them would ever forget.
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Return to Sender Original Soundtrack
Once a month, like clockwork, Rock Lee waited with baited breath for his mail to arrive. -Return to Sender, Chapter One
Listen on Spotify (Recommended listening: chronological order. Track list below the cut)
No Postage Necessary 1. The First of the Month Running [Black Violin // Stereotypes] 2. Unwelcome Realization Stray Italian Greyhound [Vienna Teng // Inland Territory] 3. Denial So Afraid [Janelle Monáe // Dirty Computer] 4. Painful Truths You Don't Know What Love Is [Chet Baker, Carson Smith, Bob Neel, Russ Freeman // Chet Baker Sings] 5. The Shinobi Way (Isn't to Love You) I'm a Fool to Love You [Billie Holiday // Lady in Satin: The Centennial Edition] 6. Small Comforts Hope [Daughter // Music from Before the Storm] 7. The Love Letter My Love - Acoustic [Florence+the Machine // Dance Fever (Deluxe)]
Shipping Label Created 8. Promotion The Mission [Black Violin // Classically Trained] 9. Trying to be Helpful Everybody Talks [Neon Trees // Picture Show] 10. Where Is It? Overwhelmed [Chloe x Halle // Ungodly Hour] 11. Friendly Advice Love Will Save the Day [Whitney Houston // Whitney]
Tracking Number 12. Delayed Departure Under Pressure [Queen, David Bowie // Hot Space] 13. Forgive An Old Man's Mistakes Youth [Daughter // If You Leave] 14. Parting Due West [Kelsey Lu // Due West]
In Transit 15. The Journey to Suna Running [No Doubt // Rock Steady (Expanded Edition)] 16. Arrival Come on Home [Franz Ferdinand // Franz Ferdinand] 17. Pressed Against You in the Windowseat Heavenly Day [Patty Griffin // Children Running Through] 18. Guilt Rising Caught [Florence+the Machine // How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful (Deluxe)]
Out for Delivery 19. Consumed Teeth [Mallrat // Butterfly Blue] 20. The Birthday Festival Landmines [St. Vincent // Marry Me] 21. (Where is) The Love Letter My Love - MEDUZA REMIX [Florence+the Machine, MEDUZA] 22. Red Handed, Empty Handed // Flee Nephilim [Ebony Bones!, The Beijing Philharmonic Orchestra] 23. Open Wounds Biting Down [Lorde // Pure Heroine (Extended)]
Attempted Delivery 24. Waiting Feather Moon [Vienna Teng // Warm Strangers] 25. Try Arrow [Tegan and Sara // Sainthood] 26. Falling Falling [Florence+the Machine // Lungs] 27. Again, Try Break Your Heart [Natalie Merchant // Ophelia] 28. Old Letters, Fresh Snow Waiting for the Snow [Of Monsters and Men // Fever] 29. Apologies One by One [Ruby Amanfu // Standing Still] 30. Secret Grief // A Sister's Meddling Sunlight [Michael Yezerski // The Vigil (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)]
Scheduled Redelivery 31. Waiting, Again How [Daughter // Not to Disappear] 32. Engagement I Wish I Was the Moon [Neko Case // Blacklisted] 33. The Package What You Do to Me [Straight Line Stitch // When Skies Wash Ashore] 34. Nightmares // Fugue State Thousand Eyes [Of Monsters and Men // Beneath the Skin (Deluxe)] 35. Junjō Full of Grace [Sarah McLachlan // Surfacing] 36. Acceptance, Not Forgiveness Love Ridden [Fiona Apple // When the Pawn...]
Signature Required 37. Self-Abasement SUN GOES DOWN [Lil Nas X] 38. The Party Golden Age [Ethel Cain // Golden Age] 39. Oversleeping Watching You Without Me [Kate Bush // Hounds of Love] 40. Your Scars, My Hands Between [Vienna Teng // Waking Hour] 41. Conversations in the Sky Hard Feelings/Loveless [Lorde // Melodrama] 42. Sunsets From A Different (Love) Letter My Love - Dave Glass Animals Remix [Florence+the Machine, Glass Animals]
Wrong Address 43. One Step Forward, Two Steps Back Splintered [Aisha Badru // Pendulum] 44. Don't Forget: Try Sand in My Shoes [Dido // Life for Rent] 45. A New Desk, Another Letter Circles [Of Monsters and Men] 46. How Long Will You Make Me Wait? Wait Another Day [Uh Huh Her // Common Reaction] 47. My Scars, Your Hands Bridges [Aisha Badru // Pendulum] 48. Ambush Kill of the Night [Gin Winmore // Gravel & Wine] 49. Captivity Destroyer [Of Monsters and Men} 50. Dreadful Feelings, Dreadful News Flaws [Daughter // Music From Before the Storm]
Your Package Has Arrived! 51. The Love Letter My Love [Florence+the Machine, Dance Fever] 52. Unconscious But Alive Colorblind [Counting Crows // Cruel Intentions] 53. A Father's Gratitude Undeniable You [Jukebox the Ghost // Jukebox the Ghost] 54. Trauma Honestly Ok [Dido // No Angel] 55. Heart Eater Gentle Beast - Interlude [Utada Hikaru // Heart Station] 56. Confessions Drop in the Ocean [Michelle Branch // The Spirit Room]
Special Delivery! 57. 54 Days Sundown [Nightwish // Imaginaerum (The Score)] 58. Whatever it Takes Our Love Will Survive [Wild Belle // Dreamland] 59. Through the Bad Days, Through the Good Harbor [Vienna Teng // Warm Strangers] 60. Framed Letters Bigger Than Love [Oh Wonder // Ultralife] 61. Sunset XO [Beyoncé // Beyoncé (Platinum Edition)] 62. Tender Kisses Touch My Scars This Love [Craig Armstrong, Elizabeth Fraser // Cruel Intentions] 63. Marry Me Put Your Arms Around Me [Texas // White on Blonde]
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uzumakisavior · 2 months
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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 (with relevant lyrics) .
Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!
SUGURUUUUUU Geto —
Paint the Town Red #1 Yeah, bitch, I said what I said //Geto KFC break up I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)// Becomes Buddhist Cultist I let all that get to my head // His downfall and Yuki's Convo I don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by) // Murdered 112 and counting. The fire in that village. x2 Mm, she the devil She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by) She put her foot to the pedal It'll take a whole lot for me to settle (walk on by) Mm, she the devil She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by) She put her foot to the pedal It'll take a whole lot for me (yeah) to settle (walk on by) Yeah, said my happiness is all of your misery I put good dick all in my kidneys (walk on by) // Gojo...obviously
Applause By Lady Gaga I've overheard your theory, "Nostalgia's for geeks" // Memories of youth I guess sir, if you say so, some of us just like to read // He understands that intrusive traumatic memories are too painful to relive, so he decides to distance himself by taking on a new identity One second I'm a Koons fan, suddenly the Koons is me // One second I defend the weak, suddenly I they're punished by me Pop culture was in art, now art's in pop culture, in me // I abided by the moral of the majority now the majority abides by me/(my moral) I live for the applause, applause, applause // I mean....you know...star plasma vessel, yes? I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause, live for the- Way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause // I Just love the idea that he uses his trauma to mock the lay people.
Empty Walls (This song reminds me of the village Suguru has burned) Your empty walls Your empty walls Pretentious attention Dismissive apprehension Don't waste your time On coffins today When we decline From the confines of our mind Don't waste your time On coffins today Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication I want you to be left behind those empty walls Taunt you to see from behind those empty walls
Ungodly Hour Song by Chloe x Halle (How I feel his love for Gojo would be in a song. This entire song screams satosugu to me) Hit me with your eyes I never seen that kind of view You walkin' over here The way that it went down, that's when I knew We be talkin' all night But I can tell you need to work on you, you, you Like you, you, you, like you Like you, mmm You be playin' sweet But, baby, don't you know that talk is cheap Can't fool me I wish that you could back it up for me, me, me Like me, me, me, like me
Go Forth and Die by Dethklok Trapped inside a box Four long years Hiding from the world Punished by your peers Studied teachers words Staff appointed hearts Earned a piece of paper No go forth and start Go forth, be conquered Go forth and die //The song about the disillusionment of higher education and its true, consumerist underbelly motivated by fear....not much different than the themes of JJK, sorcery, and its abuse of the youth. I think Suguru would relate to this. Newly graduated sorcerers go forth, just to be conquered, and more go forth and die
BONUS!!!! Bongos by Cardi ft Megan thee Stallion
Thick bitches in a black truck, packed in Eat whoever in my way, Ms. Pacman // Eating curses Hermes, made a real big purchase // Toji Purse so big, had to treat it like a person // Suguru's new pet worm
Any song with Megan and Cardi makes me think of Sato and Sugu, just saying
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Tagging — anyone who ever reads this
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cepetriwrites · 7 months
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Miraculous Lady Knight
A/N: This fic is inspired by a prompt from @hi-imgrapes. "knight in shining armor Kagami x Princess Chloe but with sass"
I hope you like this. This is probably much more historical than you expected.
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A/N: I'm only on season 3 of ML, but every character is living in 12th century france so does canon even matter at this point? ~~~~ Princess Chloe of the Capetian Dynasty is on her way to marry her beloved Adrien of Toulouse. Escorted by an entourage of knights to ensure she arrives to her destination safely. When unexpected events occur, Chloe will be left with only one knight to protect her. Kagami, an onna-musha, must now transverse hundreds of miles of unfamiliar territory, avoiding bandits and kidnappers, to deliver Princess Chloe, the most spoiled person she has ever met, to her betrothed. The biggest challenge for the duo? Trying not to kill each other before arriving.
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Chapter One: Utterly Ridiculous!
The year is 1142. It is the fifth year of the reign of King Louis VII of France. Tensions are rising in his kingdom, and he is at war. He hopes to gain an ally through his sister’s upcoming marriage.
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       “Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Chloe angrily strode through the castle hall, her lady’s maid trailing behind her. Two footmen stood outside her brother’s chambers, one attempted to stop her, but the girl paid no attention to them, and threw open the solid oak doors. No one, especially a lowly servant, could command her, she was a princess after all. A princess on a warpath.
        “Louis!” She screamed, turning into the private offices.
        “Mon Dieu, I told you not to let her in!” Cried the target of her rage, who was sitting at a desk, surrounded by his advisors.
        A man wearing the simple adornments of a monk stepped forward to intercede, “My Lady, His Majesty is too busy-”
       “Zip it monk!” Chloe strode up to the ornate desk, slapping her hands on it, “What is the meaning of this betrayal, brother?”
       Her brother sighed, rubbing a hand across his forehead, as though he was trying to banish a headache, “Chloe I am dealing with affairs of the estate, I do not-”
        “This is an affair of the estate! And it is more pressing and important than whatever charter your balding advisors are droning on about.” The comment earned her disgruntled murmurs from the men in the room.
         “I am at war with the Pope!”
         “And you will still be at war with the Pope next week, whereas I will be heading for Toulouse before the end of this week.” How dare her brother let his petty grievances impact the most momentous time in her life!
          “Chloe-” Louis tried to interrupt her ranting.
          “I was in my quarters supervising Lady Sabrine’s supervision of the maids packing my things and imagine my surprise when I learned I will not be making a detour to Champagne to purchase a new wardrobe. No, my brother Louis, King of the Franks, intends to send me to my future husband in rags!”
          “You are wearing a bliaut made of the finest wool!” He gestured to her clothes, punctuating his attempt at a counter-argument.
          The Princess looked down at her dress, a navy-blue pleated tunic with a flowing skirt and trumpet sleeves. A girdle made of silver accentuated her waist. She looked back up at her brother, “This is used Brother. You want me, Princess Chloe Capet, to WEAR A USED DRESS AT MY WEDDING?”
          The advisors flinched at the girl’s shrieking voice, the King considered his sister for a moment, deciding on the best reply. “I must go pray.” He stood up and with a speed not quite dignified for the King of the Franks, hurried out of the room.
          Chloe gathered her skirts and followed after him, “You cannot avoid me, Louis! I know where the chapel is!” Not God would not be able to spare Louis from her wrath. Why, if the Messiah had His Second Coming in this moment, Chloe knew He would take her side after seeing how badly Louis was neglecting her needs.
          The King and Princess were trailed by their servants and companions, every courtier they passed stopped and bowed or curtsied in acknowledgment of the royals. Neither paid them any mind to court attendees. Louis was solely focused on seeking shelter in the chapel, gripping his rosary in his right hand, already muttering a prayer under his breath. Chloe was solely focused on berating her brother until he reversed his selfish decision.
          “Why are you praying so much? You’re under an interdict.” Chloe reminded her brother.
           “The interdict bans me from Church and receiving sacraments, not private prayer.” He said in an irritated voice, he was still smarting from being unable to take Communion on Sunday.
           “You spend too much time in chapel, you’re not going into an ecclesiastical career anymore you know. You do not have to meet a daily quota.”
           “I find it enriching.” Louis replied.
           “You know what you should find enriching? Spending time in Eleanor’s chambers.” She saw her brother turn a flushed red of embarrassment that made the Princess want to roll her eyes. “To do… what your are implying… on a holy day is a sin against God.” Despite being a King, he acted as though he was a monk. Chloe knew of no other person who faithfully followed adhered to the sanctioned days of procreation the way Louis did.
           “And that is why you’ve been married for five years and have zero heirs.” Some courtiers whispered about the failing of his wife, but there was not much she could do when her husband visited her once a week, when she was fortunate.
            “This is not an appropriate subject for a lady.”
            “Producing heirs? That is the most important role of a lady, and I intend to perform my duty well, which is why I need to go to Champagne!” If my husband is as devout as Louis is, she thought to herself, I am getting an annulment.
            “Enough Chloe!” Louis snapped, unable to handle the impropriety of being criticized about his bedroom habits by his unmarried sister. Even though someone had to do it.
            “Good morrow dear husband and sister,” a lively voice cut in, both heads turned to see Louis’ wife, Queen Eleanor, the Duchess of Aquitaine approaching with her own retinue of ladies-in-waiting. “It is nice to see you two spending time together before our dear sister Chloe departs for her wedding.”
             Chloe sniffed, letting fake tears well up in her eyes. Louis loved pleasing his wife, in some ways, she intended to use her against him, “Well I hate to disappoint you sister, but we may as well cancel the wedding, since my brother wants to disgrace me by sending me in tatters!” She started bawling dramatically, and her ever attentive lady’s maid quickly dabbed at her eyes.
             “Don’t cry my lady!” she fretted, almost as distraught as Chloe.
             “We are not cancelling the betrothal!” King Louis said, real fear in his voice. He turned to one of his advisors, “Find my mother, tell her it’s happening again.” The advisor started hurrying down the hall to fetch the Dowager Queen.
            “Did Father force Eleanor to be dressed in rags when you married her?” Chloe asked, her voice wavering as tears continued to well in her eyes.
            Louis looked at his wife beseechingly, his wife took sympathy and stepped in to placate her sister-in-law. “Chloe you are aware this situation is different.” Chloe tried not to scowl at the traitor to women’s needs. Where was the solidarity?
            She sniffed, “I am not! Why should Louis’ tiff with the Pope impact my travel to Champagne? It’s ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!”
            Eleanor’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Chloe, you are aware of the situation, are you not?” Of course she was! She had been hearing her brother complain about the Pope’s actions all week. It had made for a boring week at court.
            Chloe waved her hand, “Yes, the Pope appointed a new Archbishop of Bourges, some Pierre or Jacques, you hated him, and shouted over a bunch of dusty objects-”
           “Holy relics!” Louis corrected; it was so easy to rile him up.
           “-That you would never enter Bourges if Pierre does. The Pope responded by banning you from taking Communion. But,” Chloe continued with feigned innocence, “that sounds solely like a you problem, does it not brother?”
          Eleanor let out a small laugh, before catching her husband’s eyes and covering her mouth. Louis was anxiously thumbing at his rosary, probably praying for deliverance from his hot-tempered sister. His prayers appeared to be answered when an older voice came ringing out from the end of the hall, “Chloe! Why am I hearing about you threatening to break a proposal?”
         Chloe scowled at her brother’s retreating figure. She had a chance of wearing down her brother Louis, he was better suited for silent prayer than handling his sister’s temper tantrums, but their mother? Adeliade of Maurienne had helped to rule France for over twenty years, she was a formidable force, and seething with rage as she walked towards her daughter. “My chambers, now.”
         Chloe sighed; she should’ve sent Sabrine after that pompous advisor and had him shoved down a flight of stairs. Next time she would not make that mistakes.
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          Despite the dressing down her mother administered, the Princess still attempted a few more times to badger her brother into letting her visit Champagne.  The Dowager Queen had any letters she attempted to write to her betrothed about the direness of the situation intercepted. Her mother was taking no chances, Chloe had ended betrothals in the past, though that was the fault of her parents and brother’s ridiculous matchmaking. She was a princess; she should be married to another prince or king. Chloe was not unreasonable, she was amenable to marrying a noble who possessed sizeable influence and land, but she still had standards! They had to be attractive, Chloe would not suffer through childbirth only to give birth to ugly babes. Intelligent, wealthy, fashionable, not too pious, she did not want to live as Eleanor did, having a monk for a husband. And of course: location, location, location. She would not live anywhere too cold, too muggy, if the cuisine was too disgusting, or if the language was too inferior or ugly. At one point her father had considered marrying her to some Hungarian duke or count, Chloe had put an end to that. Between the obnoxious accents and the insufferable amount of paprika, she would’ve thrown herself off the highest tower in her home if she had moved there. It was not her fault the diplomat, a grown man of five-and-thirty, left in tears. His employer should have picked a more fortified man for the job.
          Her father had died before finding her a suitable husband. King Louis the Fighter was no match for his daughter’s will. He had made the task harder for himself after arranging the match between his ward, Eleanor to her older brother Louis. Her sister-in-law was the Duchess of Aquitaine in her own right, possessing one-third of France at the time of their marriage.  Louis had received the best in Europe for his wife. A wife he was not even supposed to have. Their oldest brother Philip had died six years earlier in an utterly ridiculous and undignified manner, Chloe did not like to think about, making monk Louis the new Dauphin.
          If Louis had married the best, then she would marry the best. Her brother had finally succeeded where their father had failed. He had arranged an acceptable betrothal between her and the heir to Toulouse. It was only a county, but the man in line to inherit more than made up for the lack of a crown.
          Adrien was the most handsome man in France, likely Europe. Chloe decided he would be her husband when she laid eyes on the portrait of him that Count Gabriel, Adrien’s father, had sent. They had met a few times before, but it had been a few years since the now reclusive Count had ventured to Northern France with his son. The years had been excellent to Adrien.  He had flowing blond hair the color of gold and dazzling green eyes. Chloe was determined to get a necklace fitted with emeralds to match them. His green bliaut was moderately fitted over his chest. He was reported to be a knight of excellent skill and strength, Chloe wished his tunic had been tighter. She wanted to see the effect all the years of knight training had had on his glorious physique.
          A young, attractive, wealthy knight for a husband? Every lady at court, with their husbands twice their age, that had whispered about her being unmarriable would soon explode into fits of rage. In a few years they would be lining up, fighting to marry their children to the little Adonis’ and Aphrodites’ a union between her and Adrien would surely create. Chloe could hardly wait.
          Her beloved had started exchanging letters after their engagement. He was a poet, well-educated, and adored her. Chloe had finally been matched with a man who was her equal on every level. Marrying the perfect man meant having the perfect wedding, which meant getting to buy new perfect clothes at the best fairs, which were in Champagne.
          The Queen Mother had not appreciated this sound logic, “I am at a loss for words Chloe!” She snapped! Despite being at a loss for words, she lectured me for half an hour, Chloe had thought to herself.
          “Unless your trip to Champagne fixes the damage your brother has done to please his wife, you will not go!” Her mother had finished the lecture, then sent her to her chambers to finish packing. Louis grew a backbone, spurred on by their mother’s support, and continued to refuse her, the times when Chloe could corner him. Louis spent so much time in the chapel, he may as well have his bed moved there.
          “Chloe!” Louis snapped a day before she was set to leave, the monk had finally reached his breaking point with his obstinate sister. “I am your King, you do not order me around! You will travel to straight to Toulouse and marry Adrien with a smile on your face. You will not whine. You will not throw a tantrum. And you will. Not. Go. To. Champagne! THAT! IS! FINAL! Do you understand?”
          Chloe pursued her lips, finally acquiescing, “Yes Louis…”
          “…For the last time Ser Bruel, the King has ordered for me to go to Champagne to outfit my wardrobe for my wedding. We detour to Champagne then bring me to Toulouse, do you understand?”
           “His Majesty ordered you were to be brought straight to Toulouse Your Highness.”  The leader of her escort replied firmly, he was riding along Chloe’s carriage on a chestnut mare in full armor. Chloe had waited till her entourage had left Paris before informing him of the new travel itinerary.
          Her lady’s maid Sabine leaned forward, bristling with fake indignity, “Ser Bruel! He only said that because of the tumultuous situation in Champagne! Count Theobald is still angry about the King allowing his sister Eleanor to be repudiated. We have to maintain a low-profile because of the bad blood between the two of them. It twas a ruse Ser Bruel!”
          Chloe watched the furry caterpillars Ser Bruel called eyebrows draw so close together they almost touched. His mind has probably never had to work so hard, she thought with disdain. “Her Majesty does not have a brother.” He finally said.
          Both Sabine and Chloe groaned, they planned for Ser Bruel’s dimwittedness to help aid them in their subterfuge, not stall it. “Not Eleanor of Aquitaine! Eleanor of Champagne you twit! Does Sabine need to draw you a family tree?” She snapped angrily, earning a sharp look from her guard. As though he didn’t deserve it!
          “The King is ending his marriage with the Queen to marry Eleanor of Champagne? But she’s married to the Count of Vermandois.” Chloe thumped her head against the wall of her carriage, the names of the nobility were wasting storage space in the man’s mind.
          Sabine procured her portable writing table and started sketching a visual aid for the knight. “Ser Bruel it’s simple. The King is married to Eleanor of Aquitaine, recently he allowed Her Majesty’s sister, Petronilla, to marry his cousin Count Raoul of Vermandois.”
          “Count Vermandois already has a wife.” Ser Bruel interjected while Chloe tried not to scream.
          Sabine nodded patiently, “King Louis allowed Count Vermandois to put aside his first wife, Eleanor, who is the sister of Count Theobald of Champagne.” Ser Bruel nodded, though Chloe was not confident the oaf truly understood. Sabine continued, “Now His Majesty is fighting with the Pope and Count Theobald, he gave permission to her Highness Chloe to attend the fairs in Champagne, but discreetly, no one should know we were there.”
          “I’m sorry milady, I can only follow direct orders from the King.”
          Sabine shoved a folded piece of parchment out the carriage window towards Ser Bruel. “Will a written note suffice?” She asked curtly, Chloe had trained her well.
          The knight inspected the royal wax seal, read the letter, slowly, eventually folding it, and handing it back to Sabine. “Very well,” he said, “we are headed for Champagne. Princess?”
          “Yes?” Chloe replied sweetly.
          “This will be a quick detour.” He stated firmly.
          “Obviously Ser Bruel.” Chloe closed the curtains to her carriage window, tired of dealing with slow-witted knights. She gave a conspiratorial smile to Sabine. The lady’s maid had been lacking when she first joined Chloe’s court but had quickly risen to the high standards the Princess had laid out. A devoted, hard-working servant, who was exceptionally talented at penmanship…
          Chloe opened the locket which contained a miniature portrait of her beloved Adrien, gazing lovingly at her future husband. In only a few weeks Adrienkins, you will be mine.
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This prompt was suggested over a year ago and I've been super busy and felt bad about taking so long to get to it. Now I'm finally working on it! But listen, look at me, I'm in school, I've got a test about gas exchange in two weeks. I may not be able to update consistently, but come hell or high water this fic will be finished. Have patience dear readers. xoxo ~~~~ I didn't want to do any world building so I decided to choose a time period based on a historical figure and set the story there so I could research any world building. Two documentaries later and I'm trying to pigeon-hole every reference to Eleanor of Aquitaine possible. I can't tell you how fun it is trying to weave real world historical events into this story. ~~~~ Historical Reference: - Louis was not the oldest son and so was trained for a church career, as a result he was incredibly devout. - Eleanor really owned Aquitaine in her own right after her father died - Yes the Catholic Church used to have restrictions on what days it was okay to have sex! - "at war" might be inaccurate but Louis did fight with the Pope - Yes Louis really did allow a Count to divorce his wife to marry Eleanor's little sister. Eleanor encouraged this and it did not go over well! @Petronilla, go girlboss! - the county of Champagne had fairs where goods were sold that made it a commericial hub in europe! - Adrien is not the count of toulouse, but Louis' real life sister did marry the count of toulouse!
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Nominees Announced For The "54th NAACP Image Awards" Airing Live Saturday, February 25th At 7:00 PM CT On BET
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Today, NAACP unveiled the full list of “54th NAACP Image Awards” nominees with ABC and Netflix leading the pack with 28 and 15 nominations respectively. The winners will be revealed during the two-hour LIVE TV special, airing Saturday, February 25th, 2023 at 8:00 PM ET on BET and 8:00 PM PT on delay. The show will be in front of an audience for the first time in three years.
 Netflix and Black Panther: Wakanda Forever lead nominations across the motion picture categories with 15 and 12 nominations respectively. ABC and Abbott Elementary received the most nominations in the television + streaming categories with 28 and nine nominations respectively. Beyoncé and Kendrick Lamar are tied for the most nominations in the music recording categories (5 respectively). RCA Records / RCA Inspiration received the most nominations across record labels (11). Penguin Random House and Harper Collins lead nominations across literary categories (9).
        “This year’s nominees have conveyed a wide range of authentic stories and diverse experiences that have resonated with many in our community, and we’re proud to recognize their outstanding achievements and performances,” said Derrick Johnson, President and CEO of the NAACP.
    “We take pride in recognizing the trailblazing achievements and artistry of this year’s esteemed nominees and celebrating the powerful legacy of the NAACP,” said Connie Orlando, EVP of Specials, Music Programming & Music Strategy, BET. “We look forward to bringing the Image Awards back to Pasadena in front of a live audience and delivering unforgettable moments that epitomize the brilliance of the Black community.”
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        The public can vote to determine the winners of the “54th NAACP Image Awards” by visiting www.naacpimageawards.net. Voting closes on February 10, 2023. Winners will be revealed during the “54th NAACP Image Awards” telecast on February 25, 2023, on BET. NAACP will also recognize winners in non-televised Image Awards categories February 20-24, which will stream on www.naacpimageawards.net. For all information and the latest news, please follow NAACP Image Awards on Instagram @NAACPImageAwards.
      Globally recognized as one of the most distinguished multicultural awards shows, the “54th NAACP Image Awards” will continue a tradition of excellence, uplifting values that inspire equality, justice, and progressive change, and highlighting artists committed to that purpose.
      One of the most iconic annual celebrations of Black excellence, the NAACP Image Awards draws the biggest and brightest stars in Hollywood. Previous years’ attendees and winners include Samuel L. Jackson, Jennifer Hudson, Rihanna, Wizkid, Lizzo, Beyoncé, Jay-Z, Michael B. Jordan, Oprah Winfrey, Prince Harry & Meghan Markle, Jamie Foxx, Chloe x Halle, Regé-Jean Page, Daniel Kaluuya, Michaela Coel, Cliff “Method Man” Smith, Blair Underwood, Will Smith, Taraji P. Henson, Marsai Martin, Viola Davis, Gabrielle Union, Kerry Washington, Anthony Anderson, Sterling K. Brown, Loni Love, Sheryl Underwood, Halle Berry, Common, Dwayne Johnson, Audra Day, John Legend, Lena Waithe, Tracee Ellis Ross, David Oyelowo, Laverne Cox, Octavia Spencer, Issa Rae, Trevor Noah, Yara Shahidi, Danai Gurira, Jacob Latimore, Jill Scott, H.E.R., Jay Pharoah, Jemele Hill, Loretta Devine, Sylvester Stallone, Meta Golding, Michael Smith, Tyler James Williams, Ava DuVernay, the late Chadwick Boseman, and many more.
      To see the full list of nominees and to cast your vote, please visit naacpimageawards.net.
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on the topic of music, I’m making playlist for each skz member— what songs remind me of them/ have their vibe yk?
I love all of your works so I trust your judgment ;) any song recs ?
okay, first, honored that you trust my judgement for this ☹️ here are my thoughts + suggestions (tried to add a little description for everyone but im running on my last brain cell rn oops)
chan reminds me of any song that grooves. need a really nice bass line, or maybe a piano. tbh it just has to vibe rlly nicely idk. not quite sure how to capture the feeling so let these songs do the talking:
-> let it happen by tame impala, after last night by silk sonic, special affair by the internet, pursuit of happiness by kid cudi, beautiful oblivion by issues, all i do is think of you by troop, breakin my heart by mint condition, candy rain by soul for real, wolf by exo (yes im serious), versace on the floor by bruno mars
minho reminds me of steadiness. something sexy. unironically, love songs (and some not love songs). some perfect rnb. tbh these are all songs i either scream to or dance to so yeah
-> be with you + speechless by beyonce, my boo by usher ft alicia keys, beauty by dru hill, forever my lady + feenin by jodeci, unthinkable by alicia keys, bad man by rain, dressing room by after school, luna by oneus, playboy by exo, die for you by the weekend, hate the club by kehlani ft masego, bad girl by usher
binnie ... idk how to even describe this song selection but its him ok!!!!! these songs are fun(?)!! and they all have pussy parts ok!!!
-> kiss me thru the phone by soulja boy ft sammie, lollipop by lil wayne ft static major, saturday drip by nct dream, ok! + 90s love by nct, 134340 by bts, transformer by exo, need to know by wale ft sza, that$ money by p1harmony, let me see it by megan thee stallion
hyune makes me think of any song about love ever. but also, generally the ones that make ur heart hurt, songs that make you miss someone that’s far away or someone that was never quite in your grasp in the first place. songs that hurt and make you cry but also make you smile. just love, really.
-> the love cats, friday i’m in love + lullaby by the cure, the one that got away + teenage dream by katy perry, teddy bear by nct dream, in my dreams, blue hour by txt, blue dream by jhene aiko, truth by india.arie, kingdom come by red velvet, what if + first love by exo, first love by hikaru utada, last kiss by bonnie pink
jisungie makes me think of songs you’d play on a late-night drive—like coming back home from being with friends all day. or maybe that slight melancholic feeling you get on the way home from a party.
-> options + been like this + i don’t do drugs by doja cat, spotlight by lil peep, tide pen by smokepurpp ft jack harlow, jet pack blues remix by fall out boy ft big k.r.i.t, n 2 deep by drake ft future, shimmy by lil wayne ft doja cat, crying out for me by mario, baby by exo
lixie makes me think of songs that sound shiny or like sparkles. songs that feel like big, bright stars. sunny, summer days with just the right amount of warmth.
-> red velvet — bamboleo, rock with you by micheal jackson, blast off + skate by silk sonic, im your baby tonight by whitney houston, just like magic + get well soon by ariana grande, froot by marina, comeback kid by sleigh bells, garden by meet me @ the altar
seungmin makes me think of songs that are pretty with pretty vocals. something that's kinda longing and yearning.
-> light by ateez, from home by nct, try again by d.ear ft jaehyun, here always by seungmin (hehe), rock with you by seventeen, nothing even matters by lauryn hill ft dangelo, lonely by chloe x halle, this is all i have for you by makoto matsushita, worldwide by big time rush
jeongin reminds me of songs that are bright! songs you could play in the car, with friends, with ur favorite cousin, etc. maybe life is fun and cool after all
-> run by bts, after school by weeekly, pang! + crush by seventeen, electric shock by f(x), power up by red velvet, hazy + catch up by chloe x halle, get into it (yuh) by doja cat, sweetener by ariana grande, rise by tyler the creator ft daisy world
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