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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Would you be willing to do a Bash x reader (from Reign) where his wife (not Kenna in this though I do love her lol) has been feeling depressed and having issues with appetite and interest in things so he is gentle and supportive in trying to get her back on track? Ty!

Thank you, I've been waiting for someone to send me a Reign request ❤️❤️

Supportive Husband

The door of our chambers opens for me to see Bash, my husband come in removing his cloak seeing me wrapped up under the bedsheets. "Sweetheart are you feeling alright?" He comes sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling them back to see my face. I haven't moved from our room since Mary told me Lola was executed by Elizabeth. I was always closer with Lola than any of our other friends that came to court with us. "Y/n, please look at me. Please, you barely have eaten anything and have been locked up in here all day." His hand brushing hair from my eyes, seeing tears slipping out.

"I don't know why I should get out of this bed knowing my best friend is dead. I mean if it were Francis could you mentally do it, Bash!" I sniffed trying to bury myself in the covers again but he gently grabs my hands stopping me. He crawls under the covers beside me, icy blue eyes pouring into mine. "I'm not sure what I'd do. But I do know what I'm doing to help you." He wipes away stray tears from my face hearing me sniffing into his shirt. An hour later I get out of the bed pulling my winter cloak over my shoulders feeling a little better after crying for hours on end.

Bash and I ride on horseback through the woods the snow crunching under our horses feet. He stops helping me dismount my horse seeing a cabin in the middle of the woods. “What is this place, Bash?” He opens the door seeing a bed and a burning fireplace lighting up the room. “Think of it as an escape from the horrible memories. A way to help you feel better.” Hanging my cloak up with his I wrapped my arms around his neck weakly smiling. “Why’d you do all this for me, Bash?” He rests his hands on my hips my tunic rising up a little on the sides. “Because you’re my wife and I want you to be happy.” He kisses my forehead but I pull his lips onto mine smiling and he kissed me back, running his hands through my locks deepening it.

“Now I brought some food from court let’s eat by the fire.” He looos an arm around my waist sitting on the bed in front of the warmth. He’s got all my favorites which makes me smile. Resting a hand to his cheek I smiled at my husband. Luckily Bash and I were married when King Henry went crazy but we were actually in love so we didn’t mind the arrangement. “Thank you baby, I really needed this. This freedom from having to act like my friend was a traitor.” He leans into the palm of my hand leaning in and kissing me slowly. “Like I said I’d do anything to make you happy, Y/n. All I want is my wife to be happy,” Laying my head on his chest I finally sleep peacefully. “That’s all I want for you too, Bash. To be happy.”

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compendiumofconstellations · 3 years

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[ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying / kenna for bash

Bash was ashamed of how he had acted. He knew that secrets made things difficult, and he knew that truths were always harder. He had forced Kenna into a corner, and it was only going to make them both upset.

He was going to apologize. He had to apologize. If he was going to keep his wife, keep this marriage, then he couldn't let this fester.

But when he went searching for Kenna and couldn't find her, he got worried. He checked the gardens, and he found her leaning against a tree, wiping at her face.

He felt like he'd been stabbed. This was his fault.

"Kenna, I am...so sorry." He stepped towards her, but he only held out his hands, giving her the opportunity to let him closer. "I was horrified with truths I had learned, and I turned it around on you. I put you in a position where you were going to lose either way. But you told me the truth. And I...I don't want this to be the end of us, Kenna. We have worked so hard to let our pasts be our pasts, and while I do feel betrayed, you're right. I don't know what it's like to be a woman in this world. And I want to move forward. Can you forgive me for the way I behaved?"

#smokedanced #v: canon

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black-kitten-imagines · 4 years

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Looking for a man ~ Louis Condé x reader

Word count: 1,803

Warnings: none

Summary: Queen Mary is playing matchmaker for her friend.

“And what about Lord Condé?”, Mary asked me. I followed her gaze to the young man standing on the other side of the crowded dance floor conversing with Bash. “He is a righteous man after all. Not to mention his nobility and riches”, my queen and friend continued her arguments.

Being the only one of Mary’s ladies who hadn’t married yet, Mary and the other three girls were constantly looking out for a suitable husband for me. But I wasn’t sure whether I was ready yet.

I was yanked out of my thoughts by the Queen of Scots resting her hand on my shoulder obviously awaiting an answer. “I don’t know. I don’t even know him”, I replied. To be honest the young and good looking nobleman had caught my eye multiple times before at other social events or when Mary asked him for help.

“As you said he is an honourable man of nobility. He’s the Prince of Condé and I’m only a lady in waiting. My family isn’t noble nor are they very rich, I am only a girl that is lucky enough to have a queen as her friend, I have nothing to offer him, Why would he want me as his wife?”, I said turning to look at Mary.

“How can you say something like that?!”, my queen replied outraged gently grabbing my shoulders, “Not only are you intelligent and kind, you are one of the most beautiful women at court. Many men would kill to have the attention of such a woman as you.” Her kind words made me smile.

I let my gaze wander over the crowd of extravagantly dressed guests but again my gaze was caught by Lord Condé. “I could talk to him for you”, Mary whispered nudging my side with her elbow after noticing who I was looking at, “after all he is a good friend of mine. He will listen to me.”

At that moment Kenna came over to us smiling brightly. “So, who is the lucky man this time?” “What?”, I asked perplexed. “Oh stop it. I knew seeing you from the other side of the room that Mary had another suitor in mind for you”, Kenna said a twinkle in her eyes, “so, who is he?”

“Lord Condé”, Mary answered her question, “but (Y/n) isn’t sure about him. He would make a wonderful husband, wouldn’t he?” I knew what she was doing. She was hoping that Kenna would support her point so that both of them could make me approach him.

“Yes, he would”, Kenna’s gaze wandered over the people standing around us until it landed on Condé and her husband standing together, “especially as handsome as he is. You can’t deny that!” This made the three of us giggle.

Then I sighed. “Come on, cheer up. There’s no harm in talking”, Kenna smirked a little mischievously at me, “Have a little fun.” And with that she suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the man we had been talking about.

I struggled against her grip but when Kenna had something in mind it was hard to stop her. Turning around I silently asked Mary for help with my eyes but she only shook her head, a smirk of her own creeping onto her lips.

The two of us stopped directly in front of the two men which in turn looked up at us in surprise. Kenna smiled widely at the two young soldiers. “Condé, Bash, how lovely to see you two here at court attending these festivities especially after having worked so hard over the last few days”, Kenna broke the silence, “Lord Condé, I’m not sure whether you have met my dear friend (Y/n).” Condé’s attention moved from my friend to me as I curtsied.

“What a pleasure to meet you”, he said slightly grinning as he bowed. “The pleasure is all mine, my Lord.” “Please, call me Louis.” I smiled at him.

“Bash, would you come with me?”, Kenna asked her husband and with those words the two of them left, leaving Louis and me to be alone.

“Would you care to go for a walk?”, Louis asked while pointing towards the door leading from the full room to the deserted hallways. “I would love to”, I replied following him out of the crowded room.

At first I had problems keeping up with him put soon the two of us fell into step with each other. I couldn’t stop myself from secretly glancing at him. Not only was he incredibly handsome with his chiseled face and the light facial hair, but he also seemed to be very kind and down to earth unlike most of the other nobles that I’ve met.

The hallways were silent, not a soul was occupying them. The cool night air filled the stone corridors. “I have heard you’ve been spending your time at court helping the King’s deputee”, I started our conversation as we slowly wandered. “Yes, there have been a few disturbances with some of the local peasants that we’re looking into, but so far we haven’t gotten very far”, he replied looking down at me.

“Oh. I hope your stay here has been otherwise successful and pleasant.” “Of course it has. What about you? For how long have you been here in France?” “For almost a year now. I do enjoy it here. Especially being here with Mary and the other three girls, but I do miss Scotland”, I told Louis a smile sneaking onto my face as I was lost in thought of my homeland, “The rolling hills. The cold, harsh yet beautiful wilderness and of course my family.” I sighed in thought of my two younger sisters at home.

“I share your sentiment”, Condé said as we stopped in our tracks, “I too miss Navarre but on the other hand I am relieved to have brought some distance between me and my brother Antoine. I am sure his reputation precedes him.” This made both of us chuckle. Of course I had heard of his brother the King of Navarre, especially of his extravagant and immodest parties. I had overheard some servants whisper about how scandalous they usually ended.

Through one of the open doors we were able to see Mary and Francis dancing together, both of them had huge smiles on their faces. The sight of the two made me smile. “Isn’t it wonderful how happy they seem? Their joy seems to light up the whole kingdom in these times of darkness”, I commented. Louis hummed in agreement.

“To be completely honest, I’m not sure whether I could ever imagine myself as happy as they are”, I admitted a little embarrassed and shyly looked at him. Louis seemed surprised at my confession.

“Is there no one special in your life who holds your heart?”, he inquired as we continued walking. “No, sadly not. What about you have you ever been in love?”, I asked curious whether I even had a chance to win this nobleman’s heart.

“Well...”, Louis began, looking away from me while scratching the nape of his neck, “I have found love before but it didn’t work out.” There was a hint of sadness in his voice and I wondered whether this woman still held his heart.

“I envy you, I’ve never been truly in love and now that all the others spend their time with their significant others or in Lola’s case with her son, I just feel a little left out and lonely”, I confessed. My eyes began to water slightly and my heart clenched in remembrance of the painfully lonely times.

“You know, if you ever are lonely again you can come to me”, he offered me and I thanked him with a grateful smile.

Just then we strolled past an opening leading out onto one of the many balconies. Louis stopped in his tracks making me halt with him. A soft smile spread onto his face as he offered me his hand. “Would you do me the pleasure of joining me outside?” “How could I say no”, I replied.

Louis gently took my hand in his as he lead me out onto the small balcony. Standing at the railing I observed the world outside of the castle. In the distance I could see the lights of the village. I wondered what it would be like to live the life of a commoner, whether life would be simpler.

In the cool night air I could feel the warmth radiating off of Louis who was standing rather close to me. Unlike with other men I didn’t mind and rather welcomed it in hopes that it meant he might possibly have feelings for me.

I looked up at the dark night sky littered with bright stars like diamonds on a black silk gown. “Aren’t the stars beautiful?”, I exclaimed while admiring nature’s beauty.

Behind me Louis came closer, eliminating the distance between us as he laid his warm hands on my waist. This made my breath hitch. Was this really happening? Was he as attracted to me as I was to him? My heartbeat sped up.

Then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “Not as beautiful as you are.” The way his breath grazed over my neck made my skin turn into goosebumps. The closeness of his lips to my face made me blush furiously. Never in my life had a man been this close to me.

At this small, intimate confession butterflies filled the pit of my stomach. I carefully turned around to look up at him. His sultry brown eyes had darkened further in desire causing my knees to wobble under my weight so I quickly grabbed onto the stabilizing railing behind me. Would’ve anyone else than Lord Condé looked at me like that I would’ve made a run for it.

One of his hands got a hold of my waist again and pulled me close to him. His other hand caressed my cheek. I leaned into his touch. My hands were resting on his broad chest. I could feel his breath on my face as he leaned down, our lips only a few inches apart.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat noisily causing us to jump apart from each other in surprise. As I looked over Louis’ shoulder I saw Bash standing in the door frame. “Condé, there has been news of the riders down in the village”, Bash informed the nobleman who in turn looked up at him, “We have to get going now.” Louis nodded in understanding before he turned back to me. “I will be back as soon as I can”, he told me while gently running his fingers across my cheek.

And off he went the man that I was slowly but surely falling in love with.

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puckrmn · 4 years

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Nightcap || Padison

tagging: @puckrmn & @maddiemccarthy

location: Madison’s

time frame: May 29th, late night

about: Puck swings by Madison’s for a drink or two.

warnings: some light Puckerman bashing but lbr Puckermans suck

There was always something about hanging out with Puck. Their friendship was easy, effortless. It was just that imaginary line of maybe not just friendship they danced around that made things slightly complicated. Nevertheless, Madison welcomed any and all opportunities to spend time with him, even at 11 o'clock at night when she was usually thinking about bed instead. She had just checked on Gabe, leaving the door just cracked open when she heard a knock at the front door. Smiling wide, she welcomed Puck inside. "You gonna give me crap about knowing you again if I offer you whiskey to drink?"

Puck was wiped from a 12 hour work day, but that wasn’t going to keep him from hanging out with Madison. After locking up the shop, he made his way over to her apartment. He knocked on the door and stepped back as he waited her for answer. A smile spread across his lips when the door opened to reveal Madison standing on the other side. “Awww look at you knowing all my favorite things,” he joked as he stepped inside and pressed a kiss on her cheek as a greeting. “Whiskey sounds great though,” he added as he walked further into her apartment. “How was your day? Bummed you didn’t nap with me?”

Her smile softened at his kiss before closing the door behind them and moving towards the kitchen. "So maybe I pay a little bit of attention," Madison pointed out with a shrug. She gestured him to the living room as she went about pouring him a glass and getting herself a glass of wine. "It was long and tiring and yes, I could have one hundred percent used a nap, but it was good. I'm officially all caught up from vacation and a holiday so it still goes down as a win." She passed Puck his drink and sat at the end of the couch, feet tucked up underneath her. "What about you? Survive all day hungover?"

Following her direction, he made his way into her living room and dropped down onto her couch. “You missed out on a chance to nap with me in the back room. That’s sad.” Smirking, he accepted the glass from her. Swirling it around, he took a long sip. “The perfect ending to a long ass day.” He shifted in his seat so he could face her properly. “Hangover disappeared after my icee and nap...so I definitely owe you one, McCarthy.” He reached out and patted her knee. “Oh that reminds me. I got you something.” He placed his glass on the coffee table before shifting to reach into his back pocket. “Some company sent me these hella realistic temp tattoos. Thought you’d be the perfect guinea pig since you want ink but aren’t sure what you want.” He spread the options out on the couch between them.

"Devastating. I may never recover," she teased. Madison leaned into the cushions as she listened to him, propping her elbow up and letting her head rest against her hand. "After all the icees you've left on my doorstep, I'm pretty sure I owed you at least one in return. That doesn't break the 'pretty girl buying you food thing,' does it? Am I in cahoots keeping secrets from your mom now?" She chuckled as she took a drink from her glass, eyeing the tattoos he sat out. It was far from a secret that Madison wasn't an impulsive person, especially when it came to decisions as permanent as a tattoo. She debated and changed her mind a lot, so the concept of trying it out? She was intrigued. "So is this just stick it on and grab a washcloth like when we were kids?" she asked, picking a design out of the bunch. "Not sure it's quite the same when it's not a Puck Puckerman original, but I'd still try it."

“Mmm I dunno. I don’t think an icee counts as food. Ma doesn’t have to know about that,” he joked as he leaned over to grab his glass. Puck took a sip as he watched her look over the designs he brought with him. He shook his head at her question and picked one of the temporary tattoos up. “No water needed. Apparently you peel the white part off then put it wherever you want the design and let it sit there for an hour before pulling the clear part off. And then like over the next day it gets darker and lasts for two weeks. So like…the ones we did as kids on steroids.” He dropped the tattoo on the couch. “You wanna put it somewhere naughty?” he asked with a smirk.

She listened intently to his directions, it was simple enough and a cool experiment on top of that. Her eyes rolled playfully at his suggestion of placement. "Oh see now I get it. Less of gift, more of a ploy to get my pants off," Madison joked. After taking another drink of wine, she reached to rest her glass out of the way and picked up the rest of the tattoos to stack on the coffee table. "You pick," she offered, holding her picked design out to him. "Wherever you want, so long as I don't have to take off my underwear."

“Busted,” he joked as he took a sip of his whiskey. He placed his glass on the coffee table before taking the design she picked out. “Damn it. Well there goes my first pick,” he replied with a chuckle. He leaned back and looked over Madison slowly. “It’s gotta balance out the rest of your tats.” Puck scooted over the couch to get closer to her. He held up the design to her neck in the same spot where his was located. “We could have matching neck tats.” Smirking, he softly traced the spot with his fingers. “Nah. This is definitely an bicep or thigh design. I’m thinking bicep.” Puck placed the design in the spot he wanted and nodded. “See. Looks good. You want me to do it?”

"I'm totally badass enough for a neck tattoo," she insisted with a straight face, though it didn't take long before she was chuckling at her own statement. But her head tipped slightly at his touch all the same. A deal was a deal, after all. Madison's focus after his fingers, watching as he placed the design over her skin. "I think it's perfect," she agreed with a nod, reaching to tuck up her sleeve so it would stay out of way. She met his eyes for a moment and nodded. "Two week commitment. Totally ready."

“Two week commitment. Let’s do it,” he said. Puck focused on peeling the back off of the tattoo. Licking his lower lip, he carefully placed the ink on the proper spot, taking his time to even it out. “I think we’re good,” he muttered as he ran his thumb over it slowly. “Leave in on for an hour and then you can peel the plastic off.” He sat up and grabbed his drink. “I hope you don’t like it too much…it’ll put me out of business.” Instead of moving back to the other end of the couch, he stayed close to her and took a sip of his drink. “How’s little man? He singing Fleetwood Mac yet?”

"If I like it too much, I'll come have you make it permanent, obviously," she pointed out, lifting her arm a little to look over the design now that it was in place. "It would be cool if you could do these with your own designs though. Give people a test run, you know?" Madison shifted her attention back to Puck, comfortable being settled close to him. "No singing yet, though he's probably more likely to sing Baby Mine than Fleetwood," she pointed out. "He was difficult this week though, I think vacation threw him off his rhythm. Disney hangover or something," she said, huffing a little laugh. "Probably just misses you, honestly. It's been like three weeks since he's seen you."

“That would be really cool. Maybe I can see if they have like a printer or something where I can print out whatever magic temp ink thing this is,” he said as he ran his thumb over the plastic cover her arm once more. Finishing the rest of his whiskey, he placed the empty glass on the coffee table before leaning back into the couch. “No Fleetwood? Have you not been playing Rumours for him on repeat? How’s he gonna learn Dreams if he doesn’t hear it 50 times a day?” he joked as he draped his arm along the back of the couch. “I miss him too. If you ever need me to babysit let me know. Ya know if you need another night eating out Kenna without me around.” He nudged her leg playfully with his knee.

She rolled her eyes dramatically at his pseudo complaint. "It's not no Fleetwood, it's just dramatically less. He may only be five months old but he definitely has his favorite songs," she reasoned. Madison dropped her head at his comment about Kenna, biting her tongue as she mulled over a response. "It's a good scratch to the itch, you know? It's no drama, just... friends getting each other off," she explained. "But next time I promise, I'll make sure you're home so you can at least get a good audio out of it."

“Hey I get it. I know all about friends getting each other off. It’s a good arrangement as long as it stays that way. No feelings involved because that’s when shit gets messy.” He couldn’t help but laugh at her offer. “Yes. Please do. I need something for my spank bank,” he joked. Puck grabbed his empty glass and glanced at hers before standing up. Leaning down over her, he got centimeters away from her lips. “Or maybe next time you just ask me to scratch your itch,” he muttered softly before taking the glass out of her hand and standing up. “I’ll get us some refills.” Smirking, he made his way over to the bottles to pour them new drinks before returning to her side. Handing her the new drink, he leaned back in the couch once more. “How are things with Ben? Still trying to win you back?”

Her head shook at his comments, not surprised by them at the least. What did surprise her was the way Puck crowded in her space, teasing her with the idea of hooking up. She wasn't sure what the surprise of it was. They'd danced around the topic for months, conversations full of flirting and innuendo. Maybe it was how direct he was, feeling the warmth of his presence. Regardless, she was sure her reaction had been audible, and she could feel the heat in her cheeks as he walked away. Madison cleared her throat as if trying to rid the moment. She took the glass with a quiet thanks and took a sip as she shrugged. "I think so? Probably? I mean he's fine. He still comes over every morning and gets Gabe ready for daycare. We usually do a family dinner like one night a week. But if he's trying to win me back I just feel like he's going about it wrong? All we ever really talk about is Gabe and then he does something random like buy me a day pass for a spa. Like... gifts will win me back?" she mused, shrugging a little. "Don't get me wrong, I like gifts. But it's definitely not enough."

Puck took a long sip of his whiskey as he listened to her talk about what Ben had been up to. His fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of her hair. He couldn’t help but chuckle at Ben’s attempts to woo her. It sounded like something he would’ve attempted to smooth things over with a girl in high school. “Gifts are definitely good,” he agreed. “I think Ben’s biggest issue is that he still doesn’t understand what he did wrong. And if he doesn’t get what went wrong then how is he ever gonna fix it, ya know?” He shrugged as he took another sip of his drink. “But don’t listen to me. Because I’m always going to think you deserve better than a Puckerman.” Smirking, he wrapped her hair around his finger.

“It’s just gonna miraculously happen, obviously,” she explained, shaking her head of it. She pursed her lips as she mulled over his statement, drank from her glass again, then met his gaze. Madison studied his face for a moment before moving to tuck her hair behind her ear. Her fingers trailed down the strand until they met his, closing around them and settling their hands in her lap. “You say that a lot, you know. Almost as often as I hear you order whiskey. Better than a Puckerman,” she echoed. “And yet here you are. Ignoring your own opinion.”

He smiled softly at her as he let her pull his hand away from her hair and into her lap. Sighing at her words, he turned his hand over in hers to interlace their fingers. “Nah. You’ll always deserve better than a Puckerman. I see you with someone smart. Someone who like...graduated college. Has family money. And a boat...he definitely has a boat,” he joked as he squeezed her hand softly. “I’m just your stupidly attractive tattoo artist that you like to look at when you need a lunch buddy or drinking buddy obviously.” Lifting their joined hands, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “And I’m always happy to oblige,” he added with a wink. Dropping their hands back into her lap, he took another sip on his drink before moving her arm to look at the tattoo. “It’s definitely getting darker.”

Her thumb slid slowly over the back of his hand as he described her supposed destiny. "A boat, huh?" she mused with a smirk. "Is that in hopes of me texting you like I did on my last boat trip?" Madison frowned slightly at his over simplification of their bond. Yes, that was how they spent most of their time together, but it was more than that, wasn't it? "Better be careful with that word 'buddy,' some people might confuse it for you saying we're *friends*," she warned playfully. Her eyes followed his to the darkening ink and nodded. "You know if all tattoos were this painless, you'd probably have a lot more business."

Puck nodded eagerly at her accusation. “Oh 100%. You should always tell me when you’re wet...even if it was a dare,” he responded with a smirk. A chuckle fell from his lips as she brought up his aversion to the word ‘friend’. “Puck Puckerman has no friends. Obviously. Don’t tell your brother he’d be crushed.” His hand squeezed hers softly as he finished off his drink. “If all tattoos were that painless then I wouldn’t be into tattoos at all. I like the pain. Pain is fun,” he said as he leaned down and bit her shoulder playfully. “It’s getting late. I should get out of your hair,” he muttered as he placed a kiss on the bite mark. “Walk me to the door?”

She could only shake her head at his replies, her laugh all but a scoff. "You might be the only person who'd get me to keep secrets from Mason," she told him earnestly. Madison dropped his hand and swatted at him when he bit at her. "Ow hey! I opted for painless today," she reminded with a chuckle, gesturing to the design on her arm. She pushed Puck back gently and stood up, placing her glass on the coffee table before reaching for his hand and tugging to pull him to his feet. "Such a long way, you might get lost, huh?" she teased, leading the few steps over to the door. "Will I see you tomorrow at Kass' thing?"

“Oh don’t act like you don’t also enjoy pain,” he joked back as he let her move him. Taking her hand, he stood up and followed her to the front door. “I mean I am pretty dumb. I’d get lost in a fucking closer probably.” Puck nodded his head at her question. “I’ll be there. Not playing but I’ll be there to drink her alcohol and eat her food.” He opened the front door and leaned against it for a moment. “We should do this more often.” Leaning back into the apartment, he cupped her face and softly pressed his lips against hers. “Night, beautiful,” he muttered into the kiss before pulling away to leave.

"Party pooper," she teased, "you and I could have paired up and solved the whole thing." She looked up at him as they stood in the doorway. Madison knew it was time to let the night end and her pillow was certainly calling her name, but it didn't mean she wanted it to. There was surprise at his kiss, but she didn't shy away from it, letting her hand reach up to hang gently on his wrist and hold him there if just a moment longer. Licking her lips as Puck pulled away, her eyes met his and she nodded. "We should definitely do that more often," she agreed. "Goodnight, Puck."

#para #sbpara #para: nightcap #para: madison

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viscountessevie · 7 years

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America Singer Week Day 2: America and Family

Someone Like You Pt. 4

11 years later, we were still blissfully married. It was a bumpy first few years. The wedding had gone splendidly but the strain between him and America was still tensed but it was slowly getting better as Maxon and I wear them down. The bumps came with a lack of a bump from me. A few years after we had settled down, we discussed the prospects of having children. We started to try but failed and when we visit a doctor, I was told I was barren. I refused to talk to anyone for months after that, it put a slight strain on our relationship. Eventually I recovered my slump and was simply appreciative that I was with the man I loved and I was finally free to do what I wanted. After we were married, I started singing and was catapulted to the top after Eadlyn and Ahren had me perform at their 13th birthday party. Soon everyone was booking me for events and parties. I gained even more popularity when I opened for Choosing Yesterday’s tour. This was around the time Kota gained international exposure. He was able to line up his tour with mine so that we could travel together.

That's been our main activity for the last few years, travelling. Even after our tours ended, we travelled far and wide to exotic places, it was like having a never ending vacation. We were so caught up with travelling and selling Kota’s sculptures which had recently become insanely popular in New Asia, that we weren't able to check in with what was happening in Angeles. We were devastated when the news of America’s heart finally reached us a full two weeks after it had occurred. We quickly dropped everything to fly back to Angeles. He had cried to me the whole plane ride home. I rocked him back and forth to calm him down and let him lie on my lap as I soothingly ran my fingers through his hair. He sobbed to me how he was so terrified of losing his little sister. They may no longer be as close as they used to be but she was still his favourite little sister and he would have died a little inside if she was taken from him. As he let it all out, I remembered when Kenna passed away. He locked himself in a room and he wouldn't even talk to me. For a while I felt this was his way of getting back at me when I shut myself away because I couldn't have kids. Then I realised he needed time to grieve by himself and I was always going to be here for him when he needed me.

Just like that passing years ago, I was going to be here for him. Even if we didn't actually lose America, it was a close call. We arrived at Angeles just in time to find out that Eadlyn’s Selection had come to a close. It was even more shocking still when we discovered that her future husband wasn't even in her original pool of suitors. My husband has sobered up from his crying and gave a half smirk at the news.

“Only a Singer would do that.” I nodded in agreement. On the way home, he was in his mood. It was when you could see the gears shifting around in his mind. This usually occurred when he had an idea for a new sculpture but now I could tell it was a different idea altogether. We were rather jet lagged from the plane ride so I decided to sleep it off but Kota decided to stay up to work on his new idea.

The next morning he was drowning himself in coffee to stay awake since he was up all night. I told him he could stay at home if he was too tired. His health came first. He shook his head and mumbled something along the lines of him wanting to do this right. He wasn't making much sense but I was just going to wait for him to tell me as he eventually does. When we arrived at the Palace, we were given the routine security checks before being cleared to visit America.

“Ames!” He tackled her the moment he saw her. Maxon, America and I were all alarmed when he did that. It seemed so unlike him but I suppose he couldn't bear to lose another sister. I mouthed Kenna as a form of explanation. America patted his back awkwardly and assured him that she was better. She looked awfully uncomfortable so I had to pry my husband from her.

“There is no need to suffocate your sister, Koko.”

The awkwardness didn't quite ease when we stayed for lunch. America kept sneaking looks at Kota as if trying to figure out his agenda. I had no idea how times I had to explain to her that he was a better person now. Some things never change so I just let it be. I had the pleasure of meeting Eikko and I giddily approved to Eadlyn. He was dashing and well-spoken. While I was getting acquainted with the newest member of the family, Kota was in his own little world. Except he seemed to be examining the Dining Hall. I nudge him and ask if something is wrong. He shrugged and replied that it was for a new project so I leave it as it was.

We soon bid the family goodbye and head back to the cottage.

“You want to tell what that was about and why you were up all night last night?” He grinned wildly like he was finally able to tell his secret. He excitedly pulled me into his studio. He brought out samples of proposals as I read through them, I realised what he was working on. It was no sculpture or a piece of art, it was so much more than that.

We worked hard at it; drawing up more proposals and contacting contractors to bring our proposals to life. We moved to Carolina for that year to oversee all the construction. We coordinated everything from the remodelling and renovation to electricity and inhabiters. We even enlisted in the help of Kile Woodwork to design a layout through video call since my darling niece had banished him to Bonita. The poor boy.

Our hard work and teamwork paid off a whole year later. We flew the family to Carolina for America’s 38th birthday. While the house was done up by the renovators and construction workers, Kota and I handled the interior designing with the help of May who aided in painting her beautiful murals. We wanted it to have our own personal touch. We coloured its exterior a bright strawberry colour after America’s favourite dessert. The interior was painted a sky blue like her eyes and it has been said that blue was a calming colour. May’s talent came in when she painted strawberry tarts as a wallpaper. She also painted constellations on the ceilings. The place was perfect. We brought America over with a blindfold over her eyes. We wanted to keep her in suspense until the last minute. Everyone else gasped when they saw it. This only made my sister-in-law even more excited finally we pulled off her blindfold and she gasped.

“Our house…” She whispered. Kota shyly put his hands in his pockets and looked at his shoes humbly. I had to take the lead because he was bashful of what he had accomplished.

“The house was still in his name and since we were living in Angeles, he decided to make good use of it. After your heart attack he knew exactly what to do. This was all Koko’s idea even if he doesn't want say so.” I beamed proudly at him. America walks over to hug him and I faintly hear her whisper her thanks. We all lined up in a line to stare up at the plaque, naming the renovated Singer house.

The America Singer Care Home for Children

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#America Singer Week 2017 #mrtflr #Kota Singer #Leah Singer #Kota/Leah #The Selection #Day 2: America and Family #The Elite #The One

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forbescaroline · 3 years

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TOP 100 SHIPS OF ALL TIME: #58. sebastian de poitiers and lady kenna (reign)

#kennash #reignedit #kennashedit #ameschreave #reignsource #sebastian de poitiers #kenna de poitiers #reign #otp: you're what i want #**#100ships #mine: reign #mine: bash and kenna

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thebcstard · 7 years

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"INTERRUPTION" (kenna)

31. your muse walks in on mine in a compromising position

bash had just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist when the girl had fallen and landed against bash. making him stumble back a few paces, into the the wall in attempts to steady both himself and her. his hands gripped her waist and he looked at her, to check any sign of injury, before he could ask if she was okay he noticed another walk in. his eyes widened when he realized the position he was in could be very misleading. “no- wait! kenna, it’s not as though it seems.” @xtheladykenna

#it was originally with clothes on #but then i saw this gif and thought #let's make it worse!!#phoenixreid

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1.03 - Kissed

#reignedit #kennashedit #reign #bash x kenna #kenna x bash #mine: reign #mine #putting some more kennash edits out into the world for derevko's sake #i like how in their first hangout they're just casually modeling the whole time

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la-appel-du-vide · 3 years

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06•07•21 - Hawaii Day Six

Yet another troublesome day hahah.

SO.

We had rescheduled the shark cage dive for the girls today. The boys were scheduled to spend the first half of the day golfing. We had one car.

The solution ended up being that I would get up and drive the boys to the golf course in the morning, then we would have the car to drive to the North Shore to do the shark excursion, and they would Uber back to the hotel when they were done.

The plan started wonderfully, and I got them to the golf course on time. Then mom and I drove back to the hotel to start getting ready for the sharks. After we got dressed and packed for the day, Aubrey, Whit, Allyssa, and I went down to Eggs N' Things for breakfast (a super popular little breakfast shop). They told us it would be a 60-75 minute wait, but it ended up being two hours - so that was frustrating. I started to get nervous that we were going to have to just leave in order to get to the sharks in time. Mom was back at the hotel, texting me to hurry and getting things together so we could be on our way as soon as we were done eating. We finally got in and ordered, and were prepared to eat SO fast, but then we got the sad text from mom that they'd cancelled. AGAIN. UGHHHHH. Same "inclement weather" reason as last time. Turns out the afternoon times hardly ever pan out - so WHY DO THEY SCHEDULE THEM? 0/10 do not recommend that company. We were super disappointed.

And this is when the day started to go downhill. I thought breakfast was great, at least, but others complained that it wasn't good or worth the wait at all. So that was nice.

We got back to the hotel, and mom was brainstorming what else to do. She brought up going to the North Shore to visit Three Tables Beach - the place Mekenna wrote on her list is the best snorkel spot in Oahu. I told her that would be great, and she said she wanted to talk to my dad about it, so in the meantime, Aubrey, Whit, and I went down to the pool. I had literally just jumped in when she texted me that we had to go pick up the boys from the golf course now that we didn't need the car, and then we would go to the beach straight from there. It was bad timing, and obviously no one was excited to drive the hour to the golf course and then another hour to the beach. But Aubrey started really complaining - breakfast was horrible, we were wasting the whole day driving, she should be sitting by the pool, this new beach showed a bad UV index and rain.... on and on and on. It started to really bother me. When we got there and went to set up our stuff, she was saying how bad the beach sucked and I was just done with the bad attitude, and her hating on the things I'd loved and suggested. I needed a break from her for a while, so I went and sat by myself and just enjoyed being on the beach.

When I did get to snorkel, it was amazing! I saw more fish than we had seen anywhere else in Hawaii, and I found a sea turtle! That's the first time I've just casually run into one on my own. I swam with him for a bit, and it was so cool. The Three Tables Beach is named because of the three coral towers in the water that you can see from the beach, and there is just so much life there! I did get knocked down by a wave while I was standing in a shallow section of water, and bashed my knee on a big rock, and that hurt me to the point of tears. So that was no fun. But other than that, it was amazing.

Dad had hurt his back golfing, and didn't want to chance making it worse in the water, so he sat on the beach and waited for us. I'm really sad he missed the great snorkeling opportunity - he would have loved it.

Despite the early complaining, I think everyone ended up loving it.

It rained a bit, but it's such light and warm rain that no one minds.

I had Dad stop at Bonzai Bowls down the road before we headed back, so I could get an acai bowl that we loved last time we were in Oahu - recommended by Kenna. Dad ended up loving them, so that was cute. Because of Covid, we had to wait outside, and it ended up pouring rain while we waited, but we could take cover until the roof of the building haha.

We drove back, and realized sadly that it was our last night there, since we'd take the red-eye the following night. I got repacked (my stuff was really a hot mess on this trip - I hate living out of a suitcase), and then went down to the shops one last time. I went to the ABC Store to get us some drinks, and to replace the anklet that I'd already lost. (They were little seashell anklets, and mine fell off in the ocean. I think Allyssa's was the only one that stayed on the whole time. Aubrey's fell off but she saved it. And Whit also lost and replaced hers.)

On the trip, I ended up getting:

- New Roxy swim shorts and a towel (which they forgot to take the sensor off, so now I'm left in a predicament)

- Two seashell/Hawaiian flower anklets, and seashell anklets for my friends

- A ukulele and Quiksilver shirt for Brayden's birthday (shhhh don't tell)

- Honolulu Cookie Company cookies for Brayden

- A Hawaii collection Starbucks cold drink cup

- Two matching red Hawaiian shirts for the pups

- Some beads for my car

- Two beaded bracelets, one that matched the other girls that says Aloha

So cute, so fun. It was hard to repack, especially with so much new stuff. But I made it. It was super late by the time we were done and going to bed - so tired! I never really adjusted to Hawaii time I'd say, oops.

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