#prince!andy barber x fem!reader

[georgiapeach30513]

Rumplestiltskin, Part 8

Summary:  Yours and Andy’s last night as two

Pairings:  Prince!Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, body worship, lactation kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.4K

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You wince out in pain, and it only takes but a second and Andy’s body is turning towards you. His thick arm wrapping around you while his hand splays out over your belly, “Branwen, are you making things difficult for your mother?” His breath is hot on your neck, and his words are soothing and adorable. His hand splays out as he searches for her body to push out your stomach.

“Show daddy where you are,” he chuckles on your skin causing your body to arch more into him. “You better show me where you are, your mother is needy right now.”

“Andy,” you breathlessly whisper. An edge of a giggle right on the tip of your tongue.

Branwen lets herself be known by a hard kick at your ribs, and you gasp, “Now, daughter of mine, you mustn’t be so mean to your mom. Her body is growing you and protecting you. You have no idea the things she’s sacrificed for you, my darling daughter. Are we sure she’s a girl?” Andy lifts his head over your body, giving you that charming smile that caused you to fall for him.

“Uh, yes,” you answer, trying to move around. “She must be due any moment. I can hardly move. She’s too big. I will be useless to you after her.”

“Queen Aurelia, you will never be useless to me. And she will be strong and wild just like the ravens that linger outside your window. Even they know it is time, and because of that,” he lays flat on his back, tapping on his stomach, and you see the tent he has pitched. The sheets standing tall off him.

“Andy, I am a cow.”

“Nonsense! You are my beautiful wife,” his smile goes so large, at the saying. “Mine. Ransom can’t take you from me now,” he rolls to the side, getting close to you, and his mouth presses behind your ear, giving you the sweetest kisses. “I forbid it.”

“Andy, you…”

“What? Refuse to let my wife lay with another man. Of course not. When was the last time your intended even came to visit his ‘future wife’,” Andy’s voice turns to playful growls as you attempt to get up.

“You know he doesn’t. I’m sure he’s laying in a golden bed by now, with some whore from the kingdom. Building his gilded castle, and I am but an afterthought now. He knows he can’t control us anymore,” Andy sits up in the bed. Helping you to adjust your weight, and bringing you over to him. “A cow.”

“If you say that one more time, I will not kiss you again. Tonight at least. Besides, you become the cow when our daughter drinks of your milk,” his laughter fills your small room, and you give him a little swat on his arm. “I’m only joking.”

“Are you? Or are you jealous?” His eyes darken as you crawl over him, letting Andy guide you to his cock, and you slowly sink down over him. Sliding down to the hilt, and you let out a soft sigh.

“Jealous of what?”

“Don’t play your games with me, husband. You’re curious,” Andy tilts his head to the side, biting on his lip as you slowly grind over him.

“Curious about what?”

“You’re still going this route, huh?”

“Just tell me,” he lets out a soft moan as you ride over top of him. Slowly undoing the ties on your gown, pulling it down enough for Andy to see just the swells of your engorged tits. Lifting his head to see more.

“I like the added curves,” he looks up at you, nodding his head before he’s back to seeing just how much you’ll show him. “Keep going. I need more.”

“What are you going to do with my breasts,” you tease. Circling a finger around your hardened nipple. Acting as a man famished, he licks his lips seeing it protrude from under the thin material.

It’s true Andy had loved watching the changes to your body. Had forbade anyone from helping you wash, because that was his body to explore. His fingers would drag the wet cloth over your soft skin, while his eyes try to take in every change, every stretch, every curve, every darkened part of your skin. He was learning a new you almost everyday.

Staring hungrily at your engorged tits, while you watch him. Trying to determine if he was just worshiping that part of your body as well, or he wanted more. His fingers made any excuse to brush across your nipples. His kisses lingered a bit longer.

“Andy, even before you became my husband, my body was yours. My heart belonged to you quicker than I could control. I would wish at the well everyday that it would be a day you came to visit. And then I gave you something that no one will ever have,” he looks up at you in awe as your body slowly works itself over him. “My soul. I’m bonded to you Andrew Barber, forever. You are mine, and I am yours. Every part of me is yours. Take what you want.”

“That’s hers.”

“She is not here yet. And you are,” your hands cup both sides of his face, and you pull him in for a bruising kiss before you push his face towards your tit. “I was yours first,” you whisper before he latches on.

Letting him suck the life from you, as your body gyrates in a steady rhythm. Bonding in a new way, and it felt right. It was beautiful, and he was yours. Your husband. Your king.

Andy’s eyes go wide as he sucks on your tits. His hands rubbing over your belly. Holding your daughter close to him. “Andy, I can’t…”

“Say no more,” he holds tight to your hips, stilling your motions, and he helps you get off, placing a pillow under you, and you stick your ass in the air. Resting your face on the bed, giving him a smirk, “Our daughter is getting in the way, huh? Fast or hard?”

“There’s no difference with you. How about soft, and build up,” getting to his knees, he pushes his cock through your entrance. Wrapping an arm around you as he stimulates your clit.

His other hand holding your hip, as a smooth and steady pace ensues. Heavy breathing fills the room. Watching your husband rock into your body was your favorite. The way his face scrunched up in pleasure. His jaw goes slack every time he speeds up.

Your face smiles up at him from the bed, you were his to use, and he used you perfectly. Whimpering out his name, because he looked so perfectly handsome like this. At peace, and neither of you cared about the turmoil that was outside these doors. Told yourselves that you would figure it out as you went. Knowing Ransom would find another. And you pitied her.

“Andy,” you screech, your fingers gripping tight to the sheets. Both his hands grab your hips and he slams himself into you. Rushing for the two of you to release together. “Ah! Andy!”

Your voice was music to your ears. Every sound that murmured off your beautiful lips. He wished he could taste them. Knowing they would be scrumptious.

“Andy!” Your eyes roll back into your head. Your walls clench tight around him, but you wait. His cock twitches in your core as your velvety walls mold to him. Claiming his cock as your own.

“An-dy!” You hold on tight. His moans turn to grunts that bubble deep in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh, Andy! Yes! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyes!” You scream. Your walls hold him in a vice grip. Seizing on his length while his seeds spills into your cunt. So warm and thick, and he pulls out of you, turning your body to the side to rest.

He lays down in front of you, and his hands begin caressing your sticky and sweaty skin. Such soft and comfortable motions. Tracing over your body like he was painting his masterpiece. Softly smiling at you, while your eyes slowly flutter close.

Once asleep, he scoots down the bed, coming face to face with your stretched tummy. Pressing the most gentle kisses over your skin. “She’s to be protected, my little princess. Your mother is special. Special to both of us,” he kisses on your belly. Letting his lips linger on there, until Branwen’s foot kicks at his mouth. “I’m glad you agree,” he chuckles before he lets sleep overtake him as well.

Lance waves his hand over the door, closing off the magic window into your room, “I’ll give you nine months with my daughter, thief. And then I come to collect,” he snaps his fingers, waiting on your pained cry in the night. Jump starting your labor as you scream out Andy’s name.

“The devil always comes to collect,” Lance says before launching himself into the night sky. “And I will have them both, and you will become nothing but a peasant.”

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Fluffcember Day 10 | All these years

Pairing | Best friend!Andy Barber x Best friend!Fem!Reader

Word count | 1.1K

Summary | You never expected that one warm summer night and one too many beers would be able to turn your life upside down, but when it happened, you're glad it did. After harboring a crush on your best friend for years, you're relieved to find out how he feels, and you could smack yourself for not seeing it sooner.

Rating | Teen (T)

Warning(s) | None.

A/n | It has been a while since I wrote for our favorite Daddy district attorney, and this was a fun fic to get back into the swing of it! Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this fic, it was a hoot to see your reactions! 🎄

Events Masterlist | 10. ''Shut up and kiss me again!'' | @buckys-wintersoldier

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: The owner

Main Masterlist | Andy Barber Masterlist | Read on AO3

You've just gotten out of the shower when you see you've received a text from your best friend, Andy. You see his nickname on the screen, and a big smile wiggles onto your face.

My Prince 👑 // Are you available for dinner tonight, Princess?

You quickly texted him that you were indeed available for dinner, and it was nice to spend the evening with him instead of alone in your hot apartment.

You have the airconditioner running at full speed, but to no avail; the summer sun's heat keeps your apartment near 30°C the entire time.

It didn't take long for you to find a lovely sundress, a pair of brown sandals, and your sunglasses, so before you know it, you're out the door and on your way to Andy's house, where it will be much more comfortable.

It's a good thing you live close to his house because it is nearly 40°C outside, and it feels like you will melt during the short walk in your car. You like summer, but this heatwave is too much for you.

As soon as you arrive at Andy's, you sprint out of the car and into the house, sighing deeply as you close the door behind you, letting the cool air that flows through his house brush past your sweat-slicked skin.

''Hi Princess, I'm happy to see you didn't melt on your way over here!'' Andy says as he walks over to you in a light summer outfit.

You don't see him walking in shorts often, but when you do, you always make a mental note to enjoy it when you can because it is a sight for sore eyes.

''Lookin' beautiful today, did you dress up for me?'' he asks as he pulls you in for a hug, and you get a whiff of his cologne as you close your eyes, holding him a little longer than necessary.

These lingering hugs are as close as you'll get to having him in your arms, so you enjoy every second of them, though they always end way too soon.

''I did! I couldn't come over here looking like I just ran a marathon now, could I?'' you joke, and he laughs wholeheartedly, which sets your soul on fire.

The rest of the afternoon flies by in the blink of an eye, and you watch as Andy prepares dinner for the both of you while you're seated on one of the barstools as per his demand.

''You stay there, and I'll take care of dinner. Wouldn't want a repeat of last time, do we?'' he says with a big smile, referencing that you were so distracted by a random cat in his yard you accidentally burned something in the oven.

''Yeah, yeah...'' you said with a smile before taking your place on the stool, and you looked at him as he moved through the kitchen with elegant movements.

You stare as his broad shoulders taper into a small waist, seamlessly transforming into his thick thighs and long legs. His fluffy hair and full beard frame his face nicely, and his blue eyes look at you expectantly.

''W-what?'' you ask, and that's when you realize you must have zoned out for a bit as you admired him.

''I asked if you wanted a beer as well. The sauce is just now simmering, and when that's done, it's time for dinner,'' Andy repeats himself, and a deep red color spreads over your burning cheeks.

You know he caught you staring, and it only embarrasses you more. The fact that you're ogling him is one thing, but him catching you in the act is something entirely different.

''Yes, please,'' you finally respond, and he grabs two beers from the fridge before he takes his place on the stool next to you on the bar; he asks you about work and his latest case.

''Alright, food's ready!'' he says when the oven timer goes off, and he puts some food on your plate, making your mouth water at the sight.

''Enjoy, Princess,'' he says as he puts the plate in front of you, and you dig in right away after your thanks have been given.

''This was delicious, Andy, thank you so much!'' you say as you wipe your mouth with a napkin, and he clears the island you've been sitting at before grabbing two more beers and leading the way to the garden.

The temperature has dropped to a comfortable 25°C, and in the shadow, it is very comfortable as you take your place in one of his lounge chairs.

The conversation flows naturally, and it isn't until it's dark that Andy notices you start shivering because it is getting chilly outside.

''Wait, lemme grab us a blanket,'' he says as he rushes inside, and he comes out with the most enormous, fluffiest blanket he owns before grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you onto the oversized lounge couch.

''C'mere, let's cuddle so we can keep each other warm,'' he tells you, and you happily do while a warmth spreads over your cheeks again. It's not like you've never cuddled with Andy before, but tonight it feels different.

''Princess?'' Andy asks after he sips his beer, and you have both lost count of how many it has been. Neither of you is completely drunk, but you enjoy a light buzz.

''Hmm?'' you hum as you look up at him, his bright blue eyes meeting yours, a soft look on his face.

''Do you know that I love you? Like, really, REALLY love you?'' he asks, and his eyes flit from your eyes to your lips and back before he leans in and captures your lips with his.

The kiss is passionate, heated, and perfect, like something you both craved but have never given in to until now. His tongue has effortlessly found its way into your mouth, leaving you a little breathless.

When he pulls away, a huge smile is etched on your face, and he can't help but smile. After all this time, he finally told you about how he feels, and now there's no turning back.

''All these years-''

''Shut up and kiss me again!'' you say before pulling him into another kiss, and that night, you two made love until the sun came up the next day.

What started as a friendship of nearly two decades has slowly turned into the sweetest, most loving relationship you have ever known, and there's no chance either of you would have wanted it any other way.

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

And that's a wrap on November ✨ another month, another rec list. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🌹

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dark!Ari Levinson x female reader

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[starryevermore]

ever after: tall towers and magic hair (9) ✧ andy barber

ever after ✧ a fairy tale anthology | ao3

pairing: prince charming!andy barber x rapunzel!reader

summary: in which you are rapunzel and andy barber is your prince charming.

word count: 794

warnings?: whoops this is short but i couldn’t think of much else to do with it, mention of kidnapping (gothel taking the reader), not proofread

ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a land far far away where a princess was locked in a tower. For as long as she could remember, she lived in the tower. Its walls were all she knew. It was just her, the tower, and Mother Gothel, the woman who raised her. Most days, though, Gothel was away for long periods of time, leaving you all by your lonesome. 

There wasn’t much to do in the tower. Gothel had daily shores she expected you to do, but those didn’t take much time. And you’d already read through all of your books a thousand times over, painted everything you could think of painting, sewed more clothes than you would ever really need in a tower, found more and more elaborate hair styles for your mile-long hair. There just wasn’t much to curb your boredom.

Sometimes, all you could do was just stare your only window and imagine what life would be like if you could just leave your tower. But Gothel said the world was dangerous, unsafe for a young woman like you. There were ruffians and thugs and the plague—all things that didn’t care about a delicate flower such as yourself. You were to stay in your tower til the end of your days. 

It wasn’t all bad, though. Sometimes, a man named Andy would come to the tower, stand below your window, and talk to you. He was kind, and charming, and he made you laugh. You didn’t really laugh much. But he made you feel a sort of feeling you only heard of in your story books. He made you...happy. 

He usually came around noon, riding up to your tower on a white stallion, calling out for you to come to him. And you’d perch yourself on your window sill, gaze down at him, and shout your greeting back. You’d talk about anything with Andy. He would talk about his day, which was far more interesting than yours. And you’d tell him what you’d been doing. Then, sometimes, he’d ask you to sing for him, saying that your voice was more beautiful than any other woman’s in the entire kingdom. You didn’t know how big the kingdom was, but the compliment always made heat rush to your face, and you’d hide a giggle by your hand. 

He was late today. Worry bubbled in your chest as you stared out your window, looking for the white stallion on the horizon, disappointment filling you as you realized that he might not be coming. Had he grown bored of you? Had he found a woman who he wasn’t so far from? Had he found a woman with a more beautiful voice than yours? 

The day soon turned to night before you got any sort of hint that he was coming. As the stars twinkled down on the vast forest, you finally saw the white stallion riding up to the tower. 

“Y/N!” he called. “Let down your hair!”

You came up to the window, lowering your hair. He grabbed onto it, slowly scaling it until he reached the window. He pulled himself into the window, smiling at you as you saw each other’s faces for the first time. 

“More beautiful than I could have ever dreamed,” he said. 

“You’re late,” you said, trying to show how upset you were rather than buckle at his compliments. “I was worried, Andy.”

“I know. And I’m so sorry. But, I had business to attend to,” he said. “The woman who...raised you, you know she’s not your mother, right?”

“She’s not?” 

“No, she took you from your mother and father as punishment for stealing from her. She was going to keep you here forever, but I helped your parent’s find her and take her away.”

“I don’t understand?” you asked, your brows furrowing together. What was he saying? What did he mean, that she was taken away?

“You’re free.”

“I can...leave? But the world out there...It’s dangerous. Gothel said so.”

He smiled softly, taking your hands in his. “I’ll protect you from the worst dangers that exist. I can promise you that.”

“You’ll say by my side?”

“Now and forevermore, if you’ll let me.”

You stared up at him, tears welling up in your eyes. He saved you. He got you your freedom. Now, you could go anywhere, see everything. You weren’t trapped any longer. And he, he said he would be with you through it all. You’d be a fool to not take it. 

“I would be honored.”

“Then let’s go, my love. There’s a whole world out there that I can’t wait to show you.”

“And I wouldn’t want to see it with anyone else.”

And so, YOU LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

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[georgiapeach30513]

Rumplestiltskin, Part 7

Summary:  Lance makes a deal of his own

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  voyeurism, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.2K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​.

Sleep had not been happening.  Between being uncomfortable in your body, to the small uncomfortable bed, to missing Andy, to trying to think of what you and him could possibly do to help matters, sleep didn’t come.  You had taken a moment to walk around the palace, hiding anytime that you had heard someone coming, lest they find out about your condition.  You had just started to get the tiniest of baby bumps, and the layers of skirts kept her concealed.  While most royals would be irritated about the prospect of a daughter, Andy seemed pleased, although skeptical.  

You head back towards your room and pause at the door when you see Andy sitting on a bigger bed, with silk blankets, and softer pillows, “That old bed would never do,” he gives you a little smirk, and his hand rubs over the fine material of the blankets.  “Not only was it not up to standard for a queen, but a queen who is growing our princess or prince.”

“Princess.  I am certain of it,” you could never tell him exactly how you knew, figuring the idea of Lance touching your stomach and his daughter would not make for a good day.

“Fine, our princess, and my queen need something more comfortable.  And,” he stretches out onto the mattress, and taps the space beside him, “Enough room for two,” with the biggest smile on your face, you bound to the bed, and nuzzle your face into his chest, “I can not promise to always be down here, but I would like to share this bed with you.  Ransom hardly comes down here anymore?”

“No, only his men collect the gold.”

“It’s settled then,” he pulls you close into him, resting his hand on your baby bump, “I’ll be in here with you as much as possible.”

“What if your father…” his finger presses up against your lips, shushing you.  “But Andy.”

“No, I’ll keep my disgusting brother occupied, and my father has no idea about where the rightful heir to the throne is.  Just trust me on this.  I’m going to protect you and our little princess. Have you thought of any names?” He asks to change the subject.  Andy became aware quickly that talking about your daughter helped soothe you, and he would do anything to make this pregnancy happy for you, despite what was going on around you.

His hands were so soothing, and you were already feeling comfortable in this bed, and with him, just like it was supposed to be.  Your eyes flutter close, and you give him a wistful smile as he pulls you over to lay on his chest, “I’m thinking Branwen,” Andy tilts your head up to look at him, whispering out a soft why.  “Beautiful raven.  I hope she has the blackest hair.  Our little beautiful raven.”

The thought of having a child that you could also, in some weird way, honor Lance.  You knew he was not going to take the news that he had no claim over her well.  But if there was a way to assure him that you did in fact enjoy his company and friendship, you hoped that helped.

“Branwen Camilla Barber, our beautiful raven warrior princess,” Andy softly says against your skin.  The middle name came from his grandmother, but it seemed fitting.  A fierce princess, that would be a strong warrior, and not bow down for any man.  His arm wrapped tight around you, and his breathing creates the perfect lullaby for you.  “I will protect the both of you.”

“Mhmm,” you incoherently acknowledge his sentence right before you drift off to sleep.

“Rest, Aurelia.”

Lance glares at both yours and Andy’s sleeping bodies.  He was not aware you were going to have company tonight.  He knows just how exhausted you have been.  Growing a baby, and working into the wee hours of the night.  But the utmost jealousy he feels burns into his veins.  Andy had no right to take time away from you and him.  The longer Lance stares the angrier he becomes.

He hopes Andy enjoys these precious moments with his daughter.  His hand splayed out over your belly, and his lips resting on your forehead.  It was infuriating.  There was more straw than ever before.  Ransom’s lust for gold was growing at the same rate that his time was dwindling down.  The greed was becoming a disease to him.  Changing him to where his outward appearance would soon match his soul, just like the jealousy was changing Lance.

He softly closes the door, giving you two a moment, you wouldn’t get too many more.  He would allow you to nurse the child, but then she was weaned, she belonged to him.  With fury in his eyes he starts the task of spinning the straw into gold.  His severe and dark emotions make the gold a less fine color than before.  Almost dingy, just like his heart.

“It’s tarnished brother,” Chase informs him from a corner.  He rubs the thread in between his fingers, before stepping into the light.  The darkness had nearly fully engulfed him, and Lance shutters away.  “It’s getting you, too.  Your eyes are nearly as black as mine.  What’s got you all pissy?  Couldn’t be the queen and her prince sleeping together.  I bet they fucked before they fell asleep.”

“They didn’t,” Chase rolls his eyes as he squats down beside his brother.  “What do you want?” Chase’s fingers trace the blackened veins that were starting at Lance’s fingers, stopping just below his elbow.  “It’s inevitable.”

“Hmm, you were able to stop it for some time.  You fell for the human.  You could smell true love on her, and you still fell for her,” he flicks his finger at his chest where the medallion should lay, “Gave her a part of your magic, and she couldn’t even give you her pussy,” Lance spits on the ground, and Chase cackles.

“I didn’t want her pussy.”

“You wanted her heart.  How sweet.  I’ll tell you what, I’ll make a deal with you?”

“You can’t do that.”

“Then, it shouldn’t matter.”

Lance grits his teeth as he continues spinning the straw, before stopping, and turning towards his brother, “What could you possibly have to offer?”

“The spindle of the spinning wheel is sharp,” Lance rolls his eyes and continues the spinning, “How about, I make it to where even Andy can’t have your precious Aurelia?  Should she deny you as her lover, then she will prick her finger on the spindle, and she’ll go into an ageless slumber.  Hide her away in the tower without doors.  You can gaze on her beautiful face as she sleeps.  Should Andy find her, true love’s kiss will wake the sleeping queen.”

“Curses like that put the whole kingdom in jeopardy.”

“Yeah, but you can play house.  You’ll have your baby.  A tiny little part of her, and she can watch her mother do nothing but sleep, and dream about a life you will never have with her,” Lance completely ignores Chase as he continues to create gold, but with a snap of his fingers, Chase turns the entire room of straw into gold.

“It’s a glamour!  Should Ransom melt this gold, it will burn, because it is straw.”

“I need you to fucking pay attention to me,” he walks his brother to the door, and shows him yours and Andy’s future.  Your body bouncing over him, while you moan his name.  “That my brother, that is her future.  Do you notice you anywhere around?  You’ll be a forgotten memory, while Andy gets to sink into that tight pussy until death do they part.  Or, you take me up on my offer, and you get to look at her pretty face for all of eternity.  She would remain the same beautiful person.  Immortal, and unchanging.  And all yours.”

He watches as Andy rolls the two of you over, and he sees another pregnancy in your future.  His hand cups the swell of your tummy as he ruts deep into you.  Lance’s medallion is no longer around your neck.  Instead a pendant passed down from generations.  “She will be the most formidable ruler of the kingdoms.  The high kingdom of Palmona ruled by her and her precious King Andy.  She’ll forget you,” he smirks, as the onyx veins grow up his arms even more.  “Who cares about cursing the entire woods?  You’ll have her.  Her daughter can even suckle from her tit, while you raise her to be one of us.  Mother born of magic, and now she has the ability to perform it?  That could be our greatest weapon.”

“Andy,” your specter whimpers, “Andy, I love you.”

“Make it stop,” Lance grunts, but can’t look away from you.

“Keeping her bed warm every night,” pulling out of you, Andy places you on your knees, and grips tightly to your hips.  Your voice makes the prettiest sounds Lance had ever heard.  Chase gets right at his ear, smiling at his brother who was in a trance, “You fucking pervert.”

“I’ll do it,” he turns to look at his brother.  “Should she choose Andy over me, I don’t have a choice,” the veins on his arm turn entirely black as he nods to Chase.  “Andy will not have her.  She and that baby girl are mine.”

“Andy, I’m going crazy down here,” you whine.  You were clearly pregnant now.  Even with the heavy dresses, you couldn’t hide the bump.  “I need sun.  She,” you grab your belly, only making him smile.  “Your daughter desires the sun.  Let me out of this dank dungeon.”

“You’ve became sassier with your pregnancy,” you give him a growl, and slump down on the bed.  “You mustn’t be seen.”

“I won’t be.  I can wear a hood, and walk in the back of the palace.  I’m going crazy down here, please?” Giving him a pout, he goes over to your closet, throwing a cloak around you, and pulling up your hood.  “Are you joining me, Your Highness?”

“Of course.  A maiden must be accompanied.  There might be a big bad wolf lurking about in the forest,” the two of you head out the door, and you giggle at his ridiculousness.  “I have heard stories of these woods.  They’re so thick and dark, anything could be lurking in them.”

“Hush up,” you laugh, tilting your head back to bask in the sun.  “It is perfect,” your hands rub over your growing girl, and you look down at your belly.  Time was going by much faster than you had anticipated.  It wouldn’t be much longer before Andy could hold her as well.  “She’s kicking for her daddy,” you bring his hand to rest on top of her, and Branwen kicks under his hand.  “She knows you.”

You hear a whinny in the distance, and spin around seeing your handsome Walter walk over to the two of you.  “Oh, you silly creature, how I have missed you,” he blows a raspberry into the air, and presses his nose over your bump.  “Yes, a lot has happened.  I have been locked away in a dungeon, Walter.”

His hoof paws at the ground, and he neighs towards Andy, “Yes, this is mine and Andy’s daughter, so you be kind,” another puff of air, and he looks around the property.  “I swear sometimes he can actually understand us.”

“Yeah, and he’s not a fan of me,” Walter whinnies again, and walks behind Andy, nudging him towards a different location.  “Your beast is taking me away.”

“He’s no beast.  He’s a silly creature.”

Walter puffs onto Andy’s back making the man groan in displeasure, and nudges him closer to the Vicar Thomas, “Walter, stop it,” you screech, and the Vicar turns to look at you, “Great, I wasn’t supposed to be seen.”

Andy’s heart begins to race.  There was a reason that this oddly intelligent horse was guiding him to the Vicar, and he’s unsure why he didn’t think of this before, “You haven’t been announced to the kingdom,” Andy turns to look at you tapping on Walter’s neck, “Good ole boy, let’s get married.”

“No.”

“What?  Don’t you want to marry me?” His mouth turns up into a smirk.  Andy’s hand rests on your bump, and Branwen gives one solid kick, “Our daughter agrees.  That Vicar is my adviser.  He would think this is the right thing to do.  Just me and you, right now, Walter as our witness.”

“Horses can’t be witnesses, Andy,” Walter blows out a raspberry, and paws at the ground again.  “You’re not a real human,” another blow.  It wouldn’t entirely be impossible.  It seems with faeries and magic around, anything was possible.  “Okay, this is my uncle Walter,” Walter nods his head up and down, and you seriously question if he was in fact an uncle in disguise.  “How long do horses live?”

“Who cares.  Come on, let’s get married.  Ransom will have no claim over you.  We’ll worry about my father later,” and if what Lance said was true, the King could possibly already be taking care of.  Making a deal of his own, and a deal made out of malice always turns sour for the one asking.

“Let’s get married.  We’ll deal with the consequences of our actions at a later date,” and that you would.  Along with Ransom and the King…

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 9

Summary:  Life with a baby

Pairings:  Andy X Reader, Lance X Branwen

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  implied sex, a bit of a breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

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Hearing those precious squeaks, and Andy’s soft voice, you roll over on the bed, looking at your family. Andy was always handsome, but seeing him hold so tenderly to his daughter, his voice cooing down at her, while her eyes start to drift close, made your heart swell. Your whole body tingled watching him and her. Creating such a bond already.

You were in a constant state of joy so big that you couldn’t help the tears. “Andy, I would like my father to meet his granddaughter.”

“Of course, and,” his face gets animated as he brings Branwen up to kiss her pouty lips, “Walter would like to meet you and bully your dad, and possibly sneeze on him. He’s really snorting at me, but your mom tried to tell me that he’s just sneezing. I’m guessing he’s very allergic to me, huh?”

His bright blue eyes look down at you, and you move to snuggle more into Andy. This felt so good. He hadn’t left your bed since the birth of Branwen. If you weren’t feeding her, he was holding her. Andy was obsessed with your family.

“I’ll send word out for your father to come and visit,” you clear your throat, shaking your head. “What?”

“You know he won’t come here, and he shouldn’t. Your father would have him eliminated. And,” your finger pets over Branwen’s soft skin. “You said my mother is in the well.”

“She’s in water. The well is just where she materialized. It could be anywhere.”

“Andy, do you have a problem with us traveling? Is that the problem?” Andy shrugs, his eyes staying on Branwen. His finger pets over her hair line, that tuft of pitch black hair on her head making you giggle. You chose her name wisely. “Andy, we can travel by carriage. We can go unseen.”

“She’s so little though,” he finally looks up at you. His lip juts out a bit, “And I can’t protect her on the road.”

“You can,” you assure him. “Walter will lead. He will help us as well.”

“If I have a caravan to your father’s house, what if we’re followed?”

You lay your head down on his shoulder. Looking at your sleeping daughter and how she was a perfect version of you. All except her amber eyes and silky black hair. She was beautiful. And she was yours and Andy’s. Seeing him with his daughter made you fall in love even more. He was so gentle with her.

Gone was this man that was so regal and ready to become king. Now he was a sap for that little bundle in his arms. “We just take one carriage. Me and Branwen will go out the side. He won’t see us. I need to see my father. He deserves to meet her.”

“You’re right. First light. Father always sleeps late. We’ll return when it’s dark.”

You were not prepared to see these men in your life melt at the sight of this tiny little girl. Did not realize that seeing your father cry happy tears holding that little baby, made your need to cling to Andy that much more. “She looks like you did. And what a beautiful raven you are, Winnie.”

His hands smooth over her black hair, and those amber eyes look up at him. Following every move that he makes. “Your mother would be happy. But tell me daughter, she wasn’t born of magic?”

“She was born of love,” standing up, you go to get your daughter. It was time to nurse her, and her eyes light up at seeing you. “My deal with the faerie can not be paid.”

“What?”

“She’s quite smart,” Andy praises you as you walk into your old room. “She promised to pay her debt with hers and Ransom’s first child. Branwen is mine. He can’t touch her.”

“Andy, I hope you’re right. But faeries don’t like to be thwarted. You may have caused more problems than fixed.”

Lance peers into your bedroom, gritting his teeth at the sight of you hugged up against Andy. It disgusts him. And here you’ve left your young daughter in the former straw room. Ransom now counting his gold, and you were a mere afterthought.

Hearing a little gurgle coming from Branwen, he walks over to her cradle, and she kicks her legs in excitement at seeing his face. He spreads his wings out wide, and she gives him a squeal.

“Shh, little one, you mustn’t wake your parents,” her giggles get softer as if listening to him. Cooing up at Lance, who was just as wrapped as anyone that meets her. “You want to see a trick?”

He waves his hand, making sparkles appear. She gasps looking at them. Reaching her hands out to grab the golden sparks until they fall on her face, and she sneezes. Her eyes are crossed trying to look at them. Lance chuckles at the little baby, and a single feather on his right wing starts to fade into white.

“You are a happy baby, aren’t you?”

Branwen giggles at him. Her chubby little hands trying to grab him, before he picks her up. She gives him her single toothed smile, and places her hand over his mouth. “You’ve been named well. Your hair looks as if it was made of raven feathers,” he brushes his hands through her silky baby hair. Pulling her back to look at him.

“You look like your mother. I guess that means you’ll be breaking hearts, too,” Branwen squeals again, before crashing her head on his shoulder. Her hands rub over his back, and her eyes softly close. “Because you’ve already broken my heart, sweet girl. I don’t want to take you away from her.”

Another feather starts fading from black to the vibrant white shade of Lance’s former glory, until he creates a haze, watching the two of you sleeping again. “She’s leaving me. So I must do what I have to do. You understand, right. Understand that a deal is a deal, and I must take you. It’ll hurt her being without you, but she won’t remember when she’s sleeping. I just want your father to hurt.”

Branwen sighs, nuzzling her face deeper onto his shoulder, “You’re making me feel…normal again, sweet Angel.”

He lifts the baby up, to lay back gently into her cradle, “I’ll be back tomorrow. Soon, you’ll learn to crawl and walk,” he spins around, launching himself into the starry sky. His first white feather being left behind as it drifts into Branwen’s bed. She gives a sleepy smile when it lands on her feet, letting her eyelids cover her amber eyes.

Lance lands in your daughter’s room with a soft thud. Walking right past the baby to check on yours and Andy’s status, and he growls. Knowing he’s got a bit more time with the baby, and can be a bit louder. He hates coming here to see you in this position. Forgetting about your baby while Andy has his way with you.

He turns when hearing her soft little, ‘Ooh!’ on her mouth. She always got excited when seeing him. Lance goes over to her bigger bed, pausing when he sees that you had fashioned a mobile to hang over her, using his fallen feathers. Her sweet eyes look up at it, too, reaching towards them with a smile.

“She hasn’t forgotten me,” he reaches in to pick up the baby, but quickly sets her on the floor, walking far enough away from her, before he sits on the floor as well. He taps on the floor, “Come on, if you want me to hold you, get your tushie over her.”

Branwen swishes her legs around and slaps at the floor growling, “Nope, if you want me to hold you, you have to get me. Come on. You can do it,” he gets lower, making grabby hands towards her, and Branwen scoots on her butt. “That’s not what I meant.”

Branwen giggles again, scooting forward another time. “No, I wanted you to crawl,” still laughing she scoots a few more times before she reaches his legs, and crawls into his lap. “Now you want to move. Little heathen,” his distaste changes as she smiles up at him with two teeth.

“You’re a cute little booger. If not a tricky one,” Branwen squeaks, and shakes her head no, “I wanted you to crawl towards me. Not scoot like that. It’s cheating.”

She babbles and baby talks at him, her brows furrowed, before letting out a little growl, “Yes, I know. Branwen has a mind of her own. You don’t tell her what to do.”

He brushes back her silky hair, and Branwen starts to yawn, “How come you’re not with me long before you need to sleep? I would like to spend more time with you while you’re awake, although you are very adorable when you sleep.”

Her eyes start to slowly close, but she smiles through her sleepiness. Her hand reaches up to touch him, and he gives her a finger to hold onto. Branwen pulls it right up against her cheek. Cuddling into the finger.

“You have stolen my heart, little one,” Lance laments as a few more feathers turn into their white shade. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Wrapping your robe around you, you kiss on Andy’s freckled back. While he groans, stretching out more. His hand presses up against your stomach, and his sight drifts up to you with a devilish smile,“I’d like another one.”

“And you, my sweet husband, will wait. Branwen can’t talk or walk.”

“So when she can,” he flips over, pulling you into his chest. Andy starts rucking up your gown, but you swat his hand away, “What, my Queen?”

“Your daughter needs to be nursed. And you’re being extra needy.”

“You didn’t mind it earlier.”

“You stop,” you giggle. Running your hand down his chiseled chest before cupping his bulge, “Maybe later.”

“Tease! Just bring her in here. She can finish the night here, and I’ll make you wait.”

Rolling your eyes you go to gather up your daughter. Her yellowed eyes gaze out the window, and a few more feathers remain on the floor, “Does he come and visit you every night, darling?” Her legs kick back and forth, and she reaches towards you.

“I believe you have found your guardian angel, my darling. We’ll keep Lance’s presence from your father a secret though. We both know he’s not all bad,” picking up your chunky baby, you pick up a few of the discarded feathers. Examining them in the moonlight. “His white ones are falling out though. I would like to see him again. See what’s become of my friend.”

Opening a drawer, you softly lay down the newest feathers, and smile out the window, “You can’t have her Lance, but I don’t mind letting you visit. Just come and talk to me, please,” and he would be. Soon.

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 4

Summary: Andy invites you to the ball

Pairings: Prince!Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, first time, voyeurism, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.8K

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Hearing Walter hoof the ground, and blow out an aggravated whinny, you look out your window.  A white horse.  And that only meant one thing.  Smoothing out your skirt, you try and make yourself look more presentable, before your father storms into the cottage, “He is back.  This needs to stop.”

“He’s just came for you to look over Clementine.”

“She got new shoes last week,” you roll your eyes, going to meet Andy outside, “Keep him away from the well.”

“I can’t help it that he gets thirsty,” you smirk at him, but continue your mission to greet Andy outside.  He wasn’t wearing armor, but he was a decorated man.  Nobility.  More than just the King’s guard.  Walter blows at you, his nose pushing you forward a bit.  “You quit, you silly creature.  I can never tell if you like him or you despise him.  Quit pushing,” stomping your foot you turn to glare at him, but he only neighs in return.

Andy smiles as he jumps off the horse, already taking her to the stables, and you follow, but not too closely behind.  Smiling at how comfortable he was around the barn.  “She looks like she needs some oats.”

“Yeah, she’s a good girl.  I’m afraid that I’m here for some royal news.”

“Why does royal news need to travel so far?”

“It seems…Well, you see,” he looks out at the barn when Walter stands in the doorway glaring at him, “Well, I’ve been keeping something from you.”

“Oh?” You didn’t like the way that sounded.  Didn’t trust where this was going, and you were afraid.  But then his hand brushes against yours.  Holding it tighter, before bringing you closer to him.  “Andy, what’s going on?”

“I’ve not exactly been truthful with who I am.”

“You’re not Andy?”

“No.  No, I’m Andy.  Officially, I’m Prince Andrew Stephen of Palmona, the future King,” you stumble back from him, shaking your head.  “Miss, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you here?”

“To see you.  It’s always to see you.  I’m having to choose a wife,” you scoff at him, and pull his hand off yours.  Your brows furrowed, and his expression never changes.

“You’re wasting my time.”

“No, I’m not.  You’re getting an invite to the ball being thrown in my honor.  A hope of finding a suitable wife,” you weren’t suitable.  You weren’t anybody.  Definitely not someone that a royal would marry, even if they could.  You want to kick yourself for being so foolish.  “I’m delivering the invitation personally.  You’re the only one getting a personal one, the others were sent by courier.”

“So I get a front row seat of you choosing a proper lady to be your wife?  Sounds like a riveting time, Your Highness,” Andy’s nostrils flare with the formal greeting.  “Give your horse some water, and be on your way.”

“No.  You are getting this invitation,” reaching into his side, he pulls out a beautiful golden invite to his ball.  “It’s a masquerade.”

“How rich is that?  Hide your mistress behind a gilded mask.  I won’t be someone’s second option, Your Highness.”

“If you call me that one more time, Miss, I won’t be so kind,” he takes a deep breath, softening his features, and even his voice.  “You have never been my second choice.  You have been my only choice.”

“A fool’s game.  One neither of us will win.”

“Go to the ball.  Let me dance with you in the open.  In front of my parents.  Let’s show them that I only want the one, and that one is you.  My father has power to change this stupid rule, and I can marry you.  And if he won’t, I won’t marry until I am king, and then I will.”

“And should you become king in your old age?  And I can’t give you an heir. Then what?”

“My father is old.  Much older than my mother.  She was his fourth wife.  He’s tired, and doesn’t want the crown past the jeweled ornament that sits on his head.  Should I want you, I will have you,” you flinch away from him, and Andy shakes his head, “That is not what I meant, Miss.  I want you.  And I can sacrifice the time to have you properly.  I can’t give up the throne.  My brother is not fit to be King.  But I can be a wife-less king, until you marry me.”

“But, what will I wear?” You grin at him.  Your cheeks heat up at the thought of you amongst the elite and proper members of society.  Already getting nervous of people around the crowd, and people that would look down on you.

Andy’s face lights up at your question, pulling you into his embrace, he presses his lips gently onto yours, “Andy, I’m serious.”

“I’ll have you a dress made.  Send you everything that you need.  The only thing I need,” he starts, bringing his lips directly over yours.  Making you feel his heated breath, and every word he speaks, you get the soft pillows of his lips pushing against your own, “Is you.  Maybe, we should make a wish into the well, and you will grace me with food, since I have traveled so far.”

“Andy?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t wish for me to kiss you, okay?  I will do that without a wish.”

“Don’t worry,” his hands skim down your sides, settling much too low on your back for a proper lady, but you did not care, you were no proper lady, “I’ve got some ideas on things to wish for.”

No one told you this mask was going to be so difficult to see through.  Andy forgot to mention that he wanted you to arrive late.  Wanted that grand entrance.  Your gown with layers upon layers of the finest silks, the color of the purest gold, and you looked like royalty.  Even stepping out of the carriage, you could feel their heated gaze.  The whispers of who you were, and where you came from.

Walking into the palace ballroom, you smooth out your dress.  Worrying your lip as you glance around.  There were smiling faces everywhere.  Jovial dancing, an orchestra, and compared to most in the room, your dress stood out, and was much more grand and intricate than anyone there.  Andy had wanted you to stand out.  The other dresses were smaller skirts in pastels, while every inch of you was covered in gold of some sort.  Your dress, shoes, jewelry, even paint on your skin.  Andy had made sure that you were the belle of the ball, and now you couldn’t even find him.

His father sits up straighter as you descend the stairs.  Glancing around the room to find Andy, because it was as if people created a pathway right to his son.  Spreading out as you wandered through the crowd, “Who is she?” His mother asks, catching a glance at her son who pushes through the throng of people.  He had spotted you, but you were still a lamb amongst wolves.

Your chest heaving, and you wonder if this was a mistake, “I have no clue,” his father answers, zeroing in on the small golden tiara on your head, and even a golden pendant laying against your chest.  He watches his son, who disregards every maiden in his path.  “He’s going to her.  He has been spending some time away from the palace.”

Your lips turn up into your sweet smile, when you finally spot him.  Your gait speeding up as you rush towards him.  The second that you reach him, he pulls your hand to get into position for a waltz, “Andy, I don’t belong here.”

“Nonsense,” he purrs, whirling you around the room.  Everyone moves away from the two of you.  Staring as Andy twirls you around, “It’s them who don’t belong here.  You are right where you’re meant to be.  In my arms, and the envy of the entire ball.  You look breathtaking.”

“I think you did well.”

“I didn’t choose this,” you cock up an eyebrow at him, needing to know more, but he’s keeping it a secret for some reason.  “A little birdie told me that he had something for you that was gold, and you should wear gold.”

Reaching to the pendant around your neck, you can’t believe it.  “My father?  He’s but a simple ferrier.”

“He is a ferrier, but I doubt he’s as simple as he plays.  Gold is your color.  When you become queen, I want you to wear gold everyday.  You will be lavished in the color and the metal,” you give him a giggle, not even notice that you had caught everyone’s eyes.  All of them were curious as to who you were, but more importantly where you came from, and how you got here.  Most already deciding that you would be Andy’s future.  “You’re every bit as regal as I am, Miss.  Don’t forget that.”

You stand outside the ballroom, waiting on Andy to return, and needing a breather.  Skin glowing and sticky with sweat; these skirts were not made for such movement.  Dizzy with happiness and the nonstop dancing, not to mention how handsome Andy looked.  Perfectly coiffed and looking every bit like the prince he was.  It was more than the crown that sat atop his head, he was oozing a just and fair leader.  People noticed him.  Praised him, and were excited to see what the future held with Andy at the forefront.

They had noticed you as well, and you gave them comfort, because their future king had found a wife.  Your eyes get heavier.  Your heart and head pounding with the music and the prolonged high of happiness. You wander down the hallway whence Andy had left, wondering where that silly man had gone.

Walking past a door, you gasp when a hand covers your mouth, and pulls you into the room.  “Shh, Miss, I just wanted some privacy.  Waiting a long time for you to follow me,” spinning around the room, you wonder who’s bedroom this could be.  It was beautiful.  Bigger than the entire cottage, “It’s mine.”

“You lead me to your room?”

“I’m the only one with a key,” dropping your hand, he walks over to the door, locking it.  Maybe it was the dancing and spinning.  Maybe it was the champagne.  Possibly how handsome that Andy looked in his suit.  But maybe, just maybe, you were tired of waiting on things to happen.  Waiting on everything to line up to where you could make Andy yours.  

Watching him saunter towards you, his hands slide around your waist, and it’s you that backs up to the bed.  Getting a disapproving growl from Andy, but you don’t listen.  Your knees hit the mattress, and you pull him down with you, “Miss?”

“Will you wait on me?”

“I will?”

“You will make me your wife?” He nods his head, letting his weight start to settle over you, “Then we should do as married people do.  You will be my husband, and you will always be my king.”

Andy removes the mask off your head, letting it fall to the floor, and then starts kissing down your body, stopping at the swell of your tits, and you take a deep breath, “Do you know how to tie up a corset?”

“My queen will not be leaving until tomorrow,” sitting up, you let him pull at your laces, “And my queen will have a different dress by then.  My queen also needs to just breathe.  You’re going to make yourself pass out, and I won’t be making love to your unconscious body.  Just.  Breathe.”

He removes your top, and starts working on your breasts.  Leaving you gasping, and whispering at his name with the way his tongue was moving on you.  He’d deal with the skirts in a moment.  Right now, he was enjoying your unsullied body.  

Little did Andy know, that his mischievous brother did in fact know a way into Andy’s room.  The perfect Andy had gone missing from his own ball, no less.  His lip curls up into a snarl as he watches the great and wonderful Andrew bed a maiden.  He could barely see your face, but he heard your whimpers.  Andy’s hand drifts up your skirts, and you yelp at the feeling, you were as pure as his parents had assumed, but here he was using you.  He knew that Andy wasn’t so perfect.  

Careful not to let his brother notice him, he sneaks out, locking the door again.  Ransom wasn’t sure how he was going to use this information, just that he knew it was going to be of use to him.  

“Andy, just touch me.”

“I am.”

“No,” his head pops up from your many layers with a devilish grin.  “I want to properly feel my king,” you start undoing his buttons, sighing when your hand presses up against his hard chest.  “Andy,” you mewl, “I want to feel you all over me.  Ruin me for anyone else, because I’m only yours.”

An animalistic power overtakes Andy.  Your beautiful self looking vulnerable and meek, needed him to claim you.  He rushes in removing his suit, and helps you out of those ridiculous layers.  The two of you timidly bring yourselves closer, before he crashes his lips into yours, laying you back on the bed.

His legs go in between yours, and he pushes them further apart.  Licking the length of his hand, he buries it in your warmth.  You were soaked.  Pressing two fingers into your cunt, both of you moan.  You were tight.  “Andy,” everything about you was like a drug, and he was addicted.  “Andy!”

“I need to get you ready to take me,” with his cock heavy on your thigh, you were not thinking about his fingers.  You needed him, and he was going to give it to you.

“I don’t care,” you pout at him.

“As you wish, my queen,” pumping his length in his fist a few times, he lines himself up, and you gulp.  Nodding your head as confirmation, and his bulbous tip breeches your entrance.  A blinding sting heats up your pussy, and he tsks at you for forgetting to breathe again, “I will stop,” he playful scolds as he sinks slowly into your body.

“Don’t you dare,” you pant out.  Your hands squeeze at his back, and Andy hisses through his teeth.  Glancing down at where the two of you connect, you felt like he was in your guts, and there was so much length still to go.

“Changing your mind?”

“No!” You yelp, and he quickly pushes another inch.  “Andy!”

“I’m not going to last long with how you say my name.  You feel amazing.  Delicious even,” his eyes watch as he pushes the final two inches in.  Balls deep into your quivering cunt, and he has to center himself.  You were hugging his cock perfectly.  Your walls throbbing over him made it hard to concentrate.  A deep desire just to fuck into you, but knowing it would be a bit more painful to you.

“Andy,” it’s the only thing you can say.  The only thing you can think.  Knees bent, and legs spread wide to accommodate his thick body, and even thicker cock.  “Andy…An…”

“Shh, I’ve got you.  Let me take care of you,” with a nod of your head he pulls out a bit.  Your skin stretching around his cock, has him needing to push back into you quickly.  A sob of his name, has him caressing your glistening skin.

“Fine,” you assure him, and he moves again.  Slowly picking up speed with each thrust into you.  Your body relaxes a bit, and Andy rushes into you.  Doing it again, and when your face lights up with pleasure, he takes that as a sign.  Changing to rut into you.  

You don’t care about the sting.  You had Andy.  Your king.  You revel in how he had a part of you that no one would.  The steady build up over these past few months, and what Andy assumed was courting you, accumulating in this very moment.  He wanted to see you every night in his bed, taking him just like this.  Baring his children, and being the queen that the kingdom deserved.  He would make him a better man and ruler with you by his side.  

“Andy, I love you,” those simple words take his breath away, because you were just too perfect.  It was destined in the stars for the both of you.  He had made enough wishes into that well of a happy and long life with you by his side.  

“And I love you,” his lips crash into yours as he swallows every sweet sound that moves off your lips.  He needed this all the time.  Everyday.  He would make an excuse to bring a different horse a day if he had to.  Commission another cottage in the woods for just you and him, he didn’t care.  All he cared about was you, and you alone.  The life that you were meant to have with him.  You were going to be the perfect, kind, fair, queen.  His parents didn’t realize how you didn’t need to have a title, because you were and would always be his.  His miss.  His queen.  His equal.  His partner.  His.

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 3

Summary:  Andy finds you, and Lance bestows a gift

Pairings:  Prince!Andy Barber X Reader, Fae!Lance Tucker X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  implied past sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

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Ransom comes stomping down the stairs to your current living quarters unattended. He knew that your father was making a boastful claim that you could spin straw into gold. Most likely just trying to entice the future king into marriage. But how rich would it be to expose you as the lying snake you were. Make Andy watch as his precious peasant was put to death.

Ransom loathed his brother. Andy could do everything right. Everything it seems but to choose a maiden to wed. He knew there was something familiar about you. But without the ball gown, and his brother laying on top of you, he wasn’t sure. But those lingering stares from the two of you. You were the reason he hasn’t chosen a worthy wife. Ransom is just helping his brother out. Slinging the door open, he barely gives your sleeping body a second glance before walking into the adjacent room. He had you. He knew he was going to open that door to see nothing but, “Gold!” Ransom shouts as he picks up the thread.

Your body finally sits up as you wipe away the sleep from your eyes. “Is this a joke?” Ransom asks coming back into your bed chambers, “What is this?” the thread running in between his fingers, he looks back into the room full of the fine string.

“The gold you asked for, Your Highness.”

“It’s fucking thread,” you scoot back in your bed, holding your blankets closer to you. Andy never spoke to you in such a way.

“Spinning wheels do that. I assure you, melt it, and you can use it to make anything,” Ransom’s smile turns sinister, as he holds the thread in his hand. “I did as you asked, Your Highness…so I’m…”

“Going to do it again,” your face falls as you look at him. Of course he would require you to do this more than once. “We will indeed be very rich. Richer than even my brother. My kingdom will be even bigger. I’ll have someone fetch this gold, and more straw will be given. I appreciate your willingness to help my kingdom,” spinning on his heels he leaves you.

Trapped. You’re trapped in this cycle, with no end to how often this will happen. When is enough, enough? You can’t think of that right now. Just get ready for the day. You fancy some time without all those women surrounding you.

Walking around the palace just to see where Andy had grown up. You swear you could hear him as a child laughing and pretending to be king. Even finding baby sized crowns for his precious head. Surely Ransom wasn’t all bad. Bitterness changes a person.

Walking down a familiar hall, you smile to yourself, remembering that night. It was magical. With a gown as fine as the one you were wearing then, no one questioned that you were a commoner. Dancing until the wee hours, and it felt like a dream.

Getting closer to that door when Andy’s hand reaches out and pulls you into him. His hands smooth down your arms, twisting your chin around to view your neck, “Were you followed?”

“No,” you answer breathlessly as he walks you over to that bed. “Andy.”

“Shh, has he touched you?”

“No, but…”

“Shh,” he soothes you as his lips kiss around your neck. His hands wrap around your waist as he pulls you in closer. “Are you sure he hasn’t touched you?”

“He spends too much time with his hoards of whores in his bed chambers. What’s the use of his fiancé?”

“Miss, I’m sorry,” both of his hands cup your cheeks, lifting you up to look at your pretty little face.

“You were gonna wait on me,” his thumb brushes away your tears, and he himself feels his throat closing up when your lip trembles. “When you became king you would marry me. But you brought him.”

“I didn’t think he would get off his horse, sullying his boots. I really didn’t.”

“Andy, I’m scared. He just wants to be better than you,” he pulls you onto his chest, brushing back your hair. “I have to make more gold until he’s richer than you.”

His hand caresses your back, walking you back to the bed. “Not again, Andy.”

“I just want to hold you a minute. Can I comfort my future…”

“Don’t say it. I don’t want to marry him,” he drops onto the bed, scooting back before he holds out a hand to you. “This seems oddly familiar.”

“You’re not wearing a ball gown with a million layers. You don’t have on your mask. And you’re not panting out my name.”

“Andy! You mustn’t talk to ladies like that.”

“And you are no lady,” you shove at his shoulder for his bold talk, “You are my lady though, aren’t you, Miss?”

“Always.”

“Kiss your future king then.”

“You,” you whisper, giving him a chaste kiss, “will always be my king. My one and only.”

With both of his palms resting on either side of your face, his fingers running on the back of your head, giving the roots of your hair a little tug, he pulls you down onto his waiting mouth. His tongue already teasing as your lips, and you quickly grant him access. It was like the first kiss every time with him. Feeling him in every part of you. He was yours.

“Ransom.”

“Don’t say his name.”

“He’s to be my husband.”

“And already has you in a separate room. Your marriage room is being prepared as well. You won’t be sharing a bed,” he lifts off the bed, laying you on your back, when his knees push your thighs apart. “So I’ll be joining you every night.”

“Andy, we can’t.”

“Why not?”

“We’re out in the open,” he gives you a soft smile, still continuing to pepper kisses along your lips. “Andy not here.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” you giggle when his kisses head further south. “Fine,” he stops abruptly. “How often does he visit you in the dungeon?”

“The basement.”

“Walk further down the hall, and there’s the dungeon. How often?”

“He doesn’t. I only see him at meals.”

“Then, I’ll start coming to you. Your door locks, yes?” you give him a nod, smiling up at him sweetly. “Someone has got to keep your bed warm. And staying up all night spinning straw into gold. I’ve heard my chest is quite comfortable,” his nose grazes over your face, and you feel slick pool at your core. You could take him right now, and no one would be the wiser.

“Andy.”

“You’re so breathless right now, Miss. with all these skirts, it won’t matter if I slipped these off, huh?” somehow his fingers had traveled up your leg, and was pulling down your panties. “Tomorrow we have a plan. Tonight, you make my disgusting brother richer.”

Hearing a clunk in the straw room, you jump up from your sleep. Stepping your feet onto the cold floor, you walk quietly into the room, only to find Lance already setting up.

“Evening Aurelia. I didn’t stick the landing so well,” this time his wings weren’t covered. Inky black feathers with a silky shine. His hands already skillfully creating the fine metal.

“They’re beautiful.”

“They were prettier when they were white. My brothers were jealous. Theirs was a pure white. Mine gleamed of the rainbow. They were bigger, and we could fly everywhere. We watched over the woods.”

Grabbing a basket, you gather up some more straw to place near his feet, and he looks up at you with a kind smile. “What happened? I mean, you talk as if you don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t. Don’t eat golden apples. They change you,” his eyes shift black, but he turns away quickly. Shaking and twisting his head awkwardly before continuing his mission. “How is life in the palace?”

“Better.”

“I smell him on you, Aurelia. Should Ransom find out you’re laying down with his brother there will be hell to pay.”

Gathering another basket you slam it on the floor, “Do not talk of Andy as if you know him. I love him. How come I can marry Ransom and not Andy?”

“Ransom will never become king. Andy’s father is growing weary waiting for him to marry and have an heir. He needs a proper lady,” you harrumph sitting off the floor, and Lance’s hand smooths on your head. “There are ways.”

“I won’t be making another deal with you,” he stops what he’s doing to turn towards you, removing a white gold medallion off his neck, before placing it on your own. “What is this?”

“Should you need me, I will come,” turning back to the spinning wheel, he continues his work, leaving you to inspect the medallion.

Intricate markings, faerie wings, and a tower with only a window at the top. “What is this?”

“Our home.”

“How?”

“We have wings. We don’t need to walk up stairs. How did you get yourself in this predicament?”

“Love,” you whisper. Your finger still tracing over the medallion. “I loved him before I knew he was a prince. It was never about that. Even made a wish to the well.”

“The well?” Lance smiles over at you. “You’re the little horse girl, huh?”

“Are you the devil my mother made a deal with?” he shakes his head no, but you’re unsure. “You made a deal with me.”

“All faeries have the ability to make deals. I’ve heard stories of the well, it’s been passed on by my father. Faeries are old, Aurelia. And none give you a gift without something in return,” his head nods towards the medallion that you start to take off. “Think nothing of it. You need to be safe. Your father has lied about your lineage. Should you want Andy, dig deeper.”

“Will you teach me?” Lance scoots back on his chair giving you a space to sit. With his hands over yours he guides you to add the straw. But nothing happens.

“Believe it,” he whispers behind your ear, and you squint your eyes close, believing that you can spin the straw into gold, with a quick glimmer from the medallion, the straw begins to turn into a fine gold. Blinking back the darkness that starts to overtake Lance, he focuses on the kindness he’s giving for free.

You wouldn’t need him anymore. There were now three gifts. The medallion, the truth, and the power. You were spectacular, coming into your true potential.

“I’m doing it!” your voice screeches. Never noticing the glow around your neck. “Thank you, kind faerie.”

“I’m not kind.”

“You are to me,” he drops his hands, letting you fully take over, but never offers to move. Your smell was intoxicating, even if Andy was still on you. The only thing that bothered him, it was in fact the perfect mingle of true love. This was never meant to end well for him.

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What if Lance was actually able to take the baby with him. Was it easy raising her? Would he have taken Aurelia too?

Please keep in mind that in order for Lance to be able to take the baby with him, baby would have to be Ransom’s….

Aurelia also made the comment if it was Ransom’s baby, she wouldn’t want it

Ransom closes the door to your room, wiping his hands around his mouth with a smirk as he starts to strut down the hall, his image glitching for a split second.  Only stopping when Andy meets him in the hall, and pushes him at his chest, “Where’s your minions?” Andy demands, but his eyes drift down to your doorway.

Bring Lightness Back

Summary: what if Lance took the baby

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  implied non con, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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“You wouldn’t have wanted my minions with me for this business,” Ransom gives him a smirk, cocking up an eyebrow.

“What are you talking about?”

“She is to become my future wife, Andrew.  I had to test it out,” growling, Andy shoves his brother up against the wall, and Ransom leans in closer to him.  “You can’t smell her?  I get now why you wanted to keep her from me.  Sweetest pussy I ever tasted.  She may look innocent but the way she rode my dick,” he chuckles when Andy smacks him across the face.  “Oh, have you not wondered why she’s been so tired lately?  Let me go,” Ransom pushes Andy off him before he continues his journey back, leaving Andy confused.

He runs his finger and thumb over his beard thinking for a moment.  Ransom was talking as if you were complicit in everything.  With a sigh he heads to your bedroom, seeing you tucked in bed asleep, but when the door closes you look up at him, “I thought you had work to do?”

“What?”

“We…did you come back for more?” You ask sitting up, letting the blanket drop from your chest.  They looked fuller since the last time he saw you.  He had too much business to attend to with his father, plus finding out more information on you, and it had kept him from you for far too long.  “You got a little rough, Andy.  Maybe something sweeter this time?” 

“Aurelia,” Andy pouts, his lip trembling.  “Baby,” he didn’t know if maybe it was best not to say anything.  You were naive in not realizing that it was in fact Ransom disguised as himself.  He didn’t know how his brother was doing it.  But he would be doing you a disservice if you knew.

“Let’s just take a nap.”

“Good, Andy, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you smile, rubbing your hand over your stomach, “I’m with child.”

Stepping closer to you, Andy embraces you in his warm and gentle arms.  Kissing over your face.  “Take your clothes off, and let’s sleep,” you giggle, crawling back into the bed.  

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You stare down at your giggling boy, your sweet little Alfred reaches his hands up towards you, and you give him a quick boop to his nose.  His mouth opens in wonder, and you look out of his bedroom window.  Thankful that he was Andy’s and Lance couldn’t take him from you.

“Mommy’s sweet boy, huh?” He squeals, those chubby cheeks jiggling in glee, and when you lean down to kiss him, he grabs at your ears to give you his own messy, drooling kiss.  He better be glad he was a sweet little thing, and looked like his father.  

You had noticed the feathers from Lance, so knew that he was visiting your son.  You often wondered what Lance would think of him.  Would he care about him the way that you did?  What did Lance plan on doing with your child anyways?  

Hearing a soft pound, you look up at your long lost friend, but don’t make a comment to him.  “I’ve come to collect the baby.”

“You can’t,” you say with utmost certainty, and when he reaches towards your son, you jerk away from him.  “He is my son!” 

“And we had a deal.”

“Exactly,” you chuckle, starting to walk around Lance.  Circling him as if he was your prey, and Lance laughs at the fact that you think you had him.  “Our deal was my first born child with Ransom.  Alfie is of Andy’s blood,” Lance tilts his head to the side, trying to reach out again.  “He’s not yours!”

Raising his hand above Alfred’s head, your little boy giggles, holding his hands up in anticipation.  Lance wiggles his fingers and golden sparkles fall down.  Alfred tries catching them, sneezing in the process, “He’s not Andy’s.”

“Yes, he is!  This is mine and…”

“He’s not,” he reaches towards him, trying to take him from you, touching on his skin, “If he was Andy’s, he would be protected from me trying to take him.  This is Ransom’s son.”

“No.  I never…I never laid down with Ransom.  I’ve only been with Andy.  You’re lying!” Another demon appears, and you walk backwards out of the room.  “Lance, what did you bring to me?”

“Give him the baby,” you shake your head no, holding onto Alfred tighter.  “Lance wasn’t the only one making deals,” twisting his hand back, he looks at his nails, feigning disinterest.  “Ransom made a few with me.  On more than one occasion it was to look like Andy.  Guess he wanted to feel that heat between your legs, considering your unfaithful ass is to be married to him.  That is Ransom’s son.”

“You’re lying!” 

“Lance, I’m tired of these games.  Take the baby,” he flies off, leaving you to beg and plead to Lance.  Sobbing how everyone was lying, and you didn’t want to lose your son.  Andy’s son.  He always treated Alfred like his own.  Held him while you slept.  

“Lance, don’t.  He’s mine and…”

“He’s Ransom’s.  Give me what you offered,” you shake your head no, screaming when he takes the baby from you anyways.  “I’m sorry, but this is the deal.  Your debt has been paid,” you see a bit of golden shine surround your baby's fingers as he screams up at Lance.  

“Lance, don’t!  He’s mine!  I carried him in my belly.  I pushed him out of my body.  You saw!  He’s mine please, don’t!” You scream as Lance flies out of your window, and you sink to the floor.  He took him.  Alfred was born of Ransom, but also of magic.  

Your eyes darken as you look out the window, and rise up off the floor.  Fists clenched by your side, you didn’t care that he was born of Ransom.  He was yours.

“What is he doing?” Lance asks as Alfred shakes his hand, that same golden glow surrounding his hands.  “Chase?”

“He’s a fucking halfbreed.”

“What?”

“Aurelia was born of magic.  Ransom had a spell on him, and every part of his body, including his cum.  Now we have this fucking mutt.  Not quite human and not quite fae,” Alfred screams with such a high pitch that Chase covers his ears.  “Halfbreed!”

“Mama!” He wails, making grabby hands towards the window, “Dada!” 

“You don’t even know who your father is, you twit!”

“Dada!” The glow surrounding his hands gets larger, and Lance places him down on the floor.  “Dada!”

“You are a mutt!”

“Dada!” 

“I should take him back, right?” Chase shouts no, looking at his brother, but Alfred was crawling steadily towards Chase.  Still growling out Dada as he moves closer to him.

“Get it away!”

“Dada!”

“Maybe you should quit taunting him, and admit that Andy is his father.”

“Ransom is that thing’s father.”

“Dada!” He sits up, shaking his fists, as the glow surrounds his body.  “My Dada!” He screams out as his glow bursts all around him.

“Andy!” You shout, looking towards the distance.  An odd golden glow shines around an area.  “That’s him.  That’s our baby.  He…I told you his hands were doing something weird.  That’s him.”

“Let’s go,” Andy pulls on Walter’s reins leading him to wherever the glow was coming from and the closer you get the more you hear your distressed son, but also Lance.

“I know,” he coos down at Alfred, his burst of golden whatever making it impossible for him to calm down.  “You did good though, look at Chase.  He’s out cold.”

“Dada!” The baby cries, his mouth in a permanent frown.  “My Dada!”

“When you calm down, I will take you back.  Your mom’s debt has been paid.  I took you, now I can return you.”

“Give her the baby,” Andy growls as he walks through the hideout’s entrance.  You walk closer to Lance, but he doesn’t resist.  Even smiles up at you.

“Dadadadadadadada!  My dada,” your baby claps his hands looking at Andy.  “My dada!” 

“Yes, darling,” you gleefully tell him, as Lance freely hands him over.  “That is your daddy.”

Lance gives Andy a deep bow, before kneeling down completely, “I pledge fealty to you, the one and true king of Palmona.  A debt has been paid, and the King’s illness has completely taken over.  Kind King Andrew, you will not reach him before he passes.  And you must know, your son, he’s extraordinary.”

“What are you talking about?” Andy demands to know, lowering his sword.

“Never trust faeries, My Lord.  Never make bargains with faeries.  You have been the only one in the castle that did not.  You are the true king.”

“You won’t hurt my wife and son?” Lance shakes his head no, but points over to Chase.  “I should kill him?”

“No, he’s slowly dying himself.  Becoming corrupt.  His heart, and veins are blackened as much as his soul.  He feeds off chaos, and he’s growing famished from the lack of chaos.  If you kill me, he lives.  If we join together, his death is inevitable.  Ransom has been keeping him fed and fat with chaos,” you give Lance a quick shake of your head.  You didn’t want Andy to think anything less of your precious baby.  He was Alfred’s father.

“Fine,” Andy completely sheaths his sword.  I don’t want to kill fae.  You are to be the guard for my son and wife.  And Together, we will bring lightness back to Palmona.”

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 2

Summary:  Set in the past and meeting Andy for the first time.

Pairings:  Prince!Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  adorable

Warnings:  flirting, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.5K

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Your eyes focus out into the distance.  Seeing Walter’s hoof paw at the ground, stepping closer to you than usual.  It only meant one thing, company.  Getting a bit of a sweat, because you were here alone.  You fold your skirts tighter around the apples you’ve gathered.  Clicking your teeth at Walter to lead him back to the cottage.  

The new hoofs were beating on the ground.  Whoever it was they were fast approaching.  “Walter, come on buddy,” he blows a bit of air, ears pricking up, and he digs a hoof in the ground.  “Your shoes were just changed, come on,” your only friend doesn’t budge, just looks through the clearing of the woods.  “Walter, I’m not supposed to be out of the cottage.  If father knows that,” your words trail off when you see a man in armor on a white horse.

Gulping, and trying not to stare at the handsome stranger.  Abandoning Walter all together.  Silly creature didn’t want to follow you.  But it was too late, the newcomer had spotted you, “Miss?  Miss?  I need help.”

“The ferrier is out, you’ll have to come back,” your head points down to the ground as you try to ignore him.

Jumping off his horse he leads her to wherever you are.  “Then maybe you could help me with something else.  My horse is very tired.  She could use some water, and possibly some hay.  I see you have a well.  Might I get some water?” 

“You mean me no harm?” He shakes his head no, removing his sword, you lurch backwards, but he pushes it into the ground.  Walter doesn’t even flinch.  “That’s a fine sword.  Who made it?” 

“Your mother.”

“That’s not possible.”

“It was my father’s.  Miss, the water?”

“Right, uh…take the horse to the barn.  I need to put up these apples.  I’m making an apple pie for my father,” the stranger hums in delight, walking his horse over to the barn as you nervously try and put the apples up.  Giving the cottage a quick clean when you gather up some water for the man.

Leaving the comfort of the cottage you see that goofy horse looking into the barn watching everyone. “Silly creature,” you mumble before you walk in yourself.  He had removed his shiny armor, and you could see the cords of his thick muscles.  The care he gives to his horse has you smiling at him.  His hands pet over her nose, and he had already given her hay.

“I took the liberties of getting her ready.  I appreciate your kindness,” he turns back to look at you, and you notice just how blue his eyes are.  

“Are you part of the King’s Guard?” You ask, handing over the bucket of water.  

“You could say that,” he takes a long swig of the water, and streams of it flow down his chin, and onto his shirt.  “The name’s Andy,” bashfully you give him your name.  Your foot toeing the ground when he tells you it’s beautiful.

“I’m sure you say that to all the girls, Andy.”

“No, I don’t,” Walter blows out a raspberry, and nods at him.  “I don’t.  I think you are the first maiden I’ve seen in quite some time.”

“Why’s that?” Andy just shrugs at you, pouring the rest of the water over his body.  “Sir?”

“It’s quite hot.”

“I can draw you a bath,” you want to slap yourself.  A naked man in your cottage, while you were alone.  You were being absurd.  But the cute little smirk that comes from Andy has your own body heating up.

“You’re without a chaperone.  Somehow I think the virginal daughter of a ferrier would not be suitable for that, no?” You shake your head no at him, and start to head back to the cottage.  “I could bathe out here.  The horse can stand guard,” Walter blows at Andy again, and takes a step back.  “He’s quite protective of you.  Where did you get him?”

“A traveler traded him for a lamb.  I can’t carry the tub in here.”

“I shall do it then.  I have been traveling for days.  A bath, pie, and…?”

“Stew and fresh bread.”

“It sounds lovely.  Thank you, Miss,” he follows you out to the cottage, grabbing that tub with him, and you can’t help but stare.  He was beautiful.  Sweat had caused the dust to settle on his skin, the closer you got you saw his faint freckles painted over his nose, and even good strong hands.  

When Andy takes off his shirt, you notice how his back was immaculate.  Hills and valleys of muscles, and his pants dangerously low on his hips.  “Miss, we’re crossing an improper line here.”

“Of course.  Walter?” Your horse goes to follow you, staying outside the kitchen window where you try not to stare.  You promise yourself you’re going to make this pie and get it into the oven.  Your father should return soon.

“Daughter,” your father asks you curiously, walking into the cottage, but his head faces towards the barn.  “Who is here?”

“Andy.”

“Andy?” He lays down a few items that you had asked for before marching into the barn.  You hadn’t ever seen him so angry before.  There was determination etched on his face, as he watches Andy pull up a pair of his pants.  “No.”

“Sir, I’m not sure what the meaning of this is.  I am getting dressed.  The lady of the house asked me to supper.  I know my manners, clean at the dinner table,” he gives you father a wide smile, and he shakes his head no.  “I would hate to pull rank on you.  I am the Prince of Pomona, your future king.”

“And did you tell my daughter as much?” Andy looks down to the ground, ashamed he never explained who he was.  “Of course not.  You should leave.”

“I won’t be rude to the lady.”

“She’s no lady.  She’s a peasant, and you are the future king.  What are your intentions?  Make her your concubine?”

“I’ve only met the girl.  You mentioned her the last time I was here.  I was curious.  She is lovely, Tony.  You should be proud.  A woman of her beauty and kindness, and raised by a father.  Do you want her to stay alone forever?  Cooped up in this cottage in the middle of nowhere?”

“I want her to think rationally.  No one in their right mind would grant you marriage to her.  She needs to marry her own kind,” Andy finishes getting dressed before walking out of the door.  “Wait.  If you can marry her.”

“I’ve only just met her.”

“I know what my wife sacrificed to have her.  She’s not entirely common,” Andy cocks up an eyebrow, moving closer.  “I’m out in the middle of nowhere for a reason.  I will not tell you the story of my wife, and where she’s gone.  You make deals with the devil, he comes to call.  You may have your dinner, have your dessert, she can take you to the well, and then be on your way.  I don’t care how often you come, you come alone.  She’s to be kept hidden, unless you can marry her.  I know her future, and I won’t have you sullying it.”

“What’s her future old man?” 

“She will be noble again.”

“Are you afraid of the dark?” You ask Andy as you lead him to the well.  Walter close behind you, while his horse Clementine walks right beside him, unguided as well.  

“No, Miss,” he catches you looking at him, before you quickly look back ahead of you.  “What’s the deal with the well?” 

“She grants wishes.  My father always told me my mother’s spirit lives there.”

“What have you wished for?” Pressing your hands onto the stone, you lean forward a bit, trying to see if you see her face.  You never do, just your own.  

“Andy, you don’t go telling people your wish.”

“Of course not,” he leans over himself, and stumbles a bit.

“Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, of course,” clearing his throat, he looks back into the dark water, and then turns to the side, smiling at you.  “I wish for a kiss.”

“Andy,” his hand slides over to meet yours, before placing it on top.  It felt giant compared to your own.  

“One kiss.  Maybe I didn’t do it correctly,” shimmying his body, he gives you a smile, “I wish that this beautiful maiden would let me kiss her.”

Straightening back up, his hand slides around your head, while his thumb brushes over your lips.  Your mouth goes dry when he just barely presses his lips against yours, before pulling back, “I don’t think that counts as a kiss.”

“Of course not, Miss,” he says before slotting his lips against yours,  this time holding the kiss.  Your body melts into his, and he pulls you in tighter.  You have nothing to compare it to, but this kiss was amazing.  Your lips tingling as he pulls away.  “Have a good evening.”

“Andy, when will you be back?”

“Clementine will need new shoes soon.  Just make sure you’re here.  I like blueberry pie, too, Miss,” his hand brushes away your baby hairs before he jumps onto his saddle.  Giving his white horse a little kick before he trots away.  He would be back, again and again, until he was able to call you his wife.  Your kindness, and generosity when you had so little would aid you well as the Queen of Pomona.  If only he knew that your parents would never subscribe to him marrying a peasant.

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 10

Summary:  the conclusion and end of the King and Queen of Palmona

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Ransom, Lance Tucker X Reader, Chase Collins X Andy Barber

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, kidnapping(?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.7K

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“Oh, come here, my little princess,” you pick up your daughter who looks back at her window.  Her hand outstretched to the opening and she whines looking at you, and then back to the window.  “Is that where he comes in at?”

Her chubby little hands curl to the outside.  Gurgling out nonsensical words, and you step back, “Not today sweetheart.  Any day but today,” your arms wrap around her tightly when you give her a soft kiss to the top of her head.  You had a pit in your stomach that should Lance come to call, he would try something drastic.  

“Come on, let’s go into mama and daddy’s room.  Later, we’re going to take Marshall to visit your papa,” looking back out the window, you take a deep calming breath before walking into your room.  You were uneasy, and felt as if you should hold Branwen all day.  Would the contract allow Lance to take your precious daughter?  Would there be a hold on him to where he could not remove her from you?  It was things that you didn’t want to think about, but things that you should ponder greatly.

Andy marches up the steps of the castle his brother was erecting.  It wasn’t as grand as the one that they had grown up in, but this one was being fashioned with gold everywhere.  Andy’s cloak billows behind him as he searches for his absentee brother.  No word from him in months.  

He spots the greedy man, and stomps over to him.  Ransom spins on his heels looking at him, and Andy stops, and flinches away at the sight of him, “Why are you here?” Ransom demands.  “Why have you set foot in my castle?”

“I have come to tell you that you can no longer marry Aurelia.”

“Why?  Because you already have?” With a nod of his head, Ransom shrugs.  “Andy, I did that to have something you didn’t have.  But even that cunny in between her legs is not greater than this,” his hand lifts up as he motions around his grand castle.  “You think too small.  Pussy is pussy.  But gold is forever.  You take your wife and your bastard daughter, while I’ll let my women age out.  Go after a newer, younger model when I tire of the heat in between her thighs.  It’s just sex.”

“What has happened to you brother?”

“What do you mean?” Andy takes a step back as Ransom’s voice turns into more of a growl.  The bright blue of his eyes start to darken, turning a burnished gold.  “I am fine!  I am happy and have all the riches in the world.  You have a used up piece of ass and a disgusting brat.  Take them.  I can fill every room in my castle with different pussy.  Have a new one for every night of the week.  Have ten fulfill my every filthy desire at once if I choose.  Stack them on top of each other and use them just as the flesh that they are.  You see?  I don’t fucking care about your precious princess Aurelia.  I have more power than you because I have no weakness.  You are but a slug on the earth.  Should they be taken away from you,” his eyes darken more, turning a deep shade of black, and a flash within them makes Andy jump back.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.  Does he come to you at night and grant you your wishes?”  Ransom’s neck twists at an awkward angle, and the veins surrounding his eyes turn gold.  It was grotesque watching his brother become the beast that was always residing deep within him.  “He told me he won’t be granting your wish.  Better run home Andrew.  Time’s up.”

Andy looks behind his brother, sitting in a gnarly and crooked tree was a man with grand black feathers, “Tick tock.  How long will it take you to ride back to Palmona?  Left them all alone,” he sneers as a mix between a grunt and a cackle ripples through his body, and Andy runs back from whence he came.

“Walter!” He shouts, jumping onto the horse who grunts at his weight.  “They’re in trouble.  You need to run at the speed of lightning,” Walter rares back on his hind legs, before charging back towards the kingdom.  Snorting at how stupid Andy had been to leave you and Branwen alone, and traveling so far.  

You watch your happy baby shake her rattle on the floor.  Thinking to yourself you had enough time to pour some water into a cup.  Taking your eyes off her a few seconds, to turn to the basin when you hear a thump, and a squealing giggle from Branwen.  Spinning around, you gasp.  She was reaching towards Lance with a smile.

He looked different.  Closer to when you first met him, “Lance,” you go towards him, but he tsks you.  Shaking his finger, and he lifts her up in your arms.  “Give her to me.”

“Why?’

“She’s mine.”

“Did you forget?” You shake your head no, getting right beside him, and reaching your arms to grab her.  “She’s no longer yours, Queen Aurelia.  She belongs with me now.”

“No!” He tries to launch himself off the ground, but his feet won’t allow him to move.  “Give her to me!”

He tries again, only to grunt in frustration.  Branwen looks up at him with a pout, and then back at you.  Her golden amber eyes start to fill with tears, “Don’t cry, little one.  I’m trying to get us home.”

“You can’t take her.”

“We had a deal.  She now belongs to me, so whatever power you have over me, let it fall.  Our deal was a legal binding contract between faerie and mortal.  Aurelia, I won’t be so kind when I ask the second time.”

“Please, you’re scaring her,” he looks down at the baby whose lip was puckered out.  Her mouth opens as a silent cry escapes.  Her eyes close as crocodile tears drift down her face.  “My darling, mommy’s right here.”

“What have you done?”

“She’s not Ransom’s,” Lance puffs up his chest, confused as to why you would say that.  “Our contract was for mine and Ransom’s first child.  She’s Andy’s.  You can’t leave with her.  Our contract was binding and legal.  You have no claim over that baby.  She is mine and Andy’s.  Now give her to me.”

Lance’s nose flairs, and his head tilts back.  Letting out a piercing scream when you run to gather your baby.  Holding her tight against your chest.  Wiping the tears off her beautiful skin, and peppering kisses over her silky black hair.  Trying to hold her ears as Lance’s cry makes your ears feel as if they're bleeding.  Walking the two of you back into a corner, when the noise suddenly stops.

Your chest heaves with your tears, and you lift your baby up to look at her.  Her little hand reaches back towards the window, and she starts to cry.  Almost as if she realized that her friend was truly gone.  Holding onto her tightly, rocking her until her tears stop.  Yourself falling into a deep sleep.

“Aurelia,” Andy was calling.  Your eyes blink openly heavily, your daughter still sleeping soundly in your arms, “Aurelia,” his voice sounded off, but you follow it into Branwen’s room that had a golden glow to it.  “Aurelia.”

One foot in front of the other.  Your steps were heavy as you try to get out of your hazy feeling.  That horrendous machinery in the middle of your daughter’s room, and you cuss Andy.  “Aurelia, just touch it.  It’ll get rid of it for good, princess.”

Branwen’s eyes blink open, and yips as you get closer to the spinning wheel.  Your hand out in front of you, and Branwen cries.  “Aurelia, you’re almost there, darling.  Just touch it.”

You press your finger down on the spindle, and you're transported to a garden with Andy and Branwen.  It was beautiful.  So green, and open with your husband and child.  Your golden crown on top of your head, and even Andy looks regal with his own crown.  Branwen tries to walk towards you, her own little tiara already crooked on her jet black hair.  

“You could have hurt her!” Lance bends over to pick your crying baby up off the floor, and she buries her face into his chest.  “What did you do?”

“Well, we had a deal.  She touched the spindle.  Take her, and the child can go with you,” Lance looks between you and the baby in his arms that he was trying to soothe and shakes his head.  “Fine,” Chase answers quickly.  “Let Andy arrive.  He kisses your queen, and he gets her and the child.  And you are nothing but a blackened soul.”

“He can’t…he can’t do that.”

“Oh, he can.  True love’s kiss, you see.  The debt will be paid.  She touched it, she’s asleep, and only Andy’s lips can wake her.”

Branwen reaches towards your body, and pouts up at Lance, “Mama.”

“Oh, Andy will be here soon.  Figure it out,” Chase bends at his knees, before flying out the window, leaving Lance alone to think.

“Mama!” Branwen reaches towards your sleeping body, her lip trembling at him, “Mama.  Dada!”

“No!”

“Ehh!” She smacks at Lance’s nose, “Mama!  Dada!”

“No, you won’t be seeing your father.  You are mine to raise.  He lets your mother do everything.  She needs a break,” Lance takes a deep breath, realizing he’s going to have to do more than fly you out of here.  The beating of the hooves of Walter in the distance as Andy gets closer to the palace.   “I’m going to be out of magic for awhile with this one,” he crouches down by your body, making sure to touch you and the baby, before you’re gone with nothing left but his golden sparkles.

Andy races into your room, and watches as the final sparkles drift down to the floor, “Aurelia!  Branwen!  No!” His face distorts in anger, and he kicks at the spinning wheel.  

“I was wondering when you would show up,” Andy looks into the shadows to see Chase, and he stands up at full height, but Andy stays unflinching.  Grabbing up one of the baby’s toys, he throws it at Chase, who laughs at Andy’s misery.  “Missing something?”

“What did you do?”

“Ah, I made a deal with my brother.  He made a deal with your wife,” he shrugs, still laughing at Andy.  “Want them back?”

“They’re all I want.  Take this cursed crown off my head and bring me my family back!”

“I like your passion, Andrew.  But you see, we’re at an impasse here.  I don’t know for certain where my brother has taken them.”

“She’s not Ransom’s.  That child is born of my blood and love.  Bring her back!”

“Yes, I’m aware of your wife’s forked tongue.  Tricking a faerie isn’t easy to do, but when a faerie is in love with a woman who loves another, words are missed.  But I offer you something,” Andy breathes deeply as Chase walks around his body.  Sniffing at the man, and he retches.  “You smell of them.”

“Shut up you beast!”

“That’s your brother.  How did he look today?  His transformation is well under way.  I wonder if anyone will ever love him when he resembles the beast that dwells inside his dark soul?  No matter, I have a gift for you.  Your wife isn’t dead.  Merely asleep, and the touch of your lips is just the remedy.  Find her and kiss her.  Of course, she’s in an ageless sleep.  You and your daughter are not.  Faeries move quickly, they hide in plain sight, so what if you die before she ever wakes.”

“No!” Andy swings his fist at the faerie, but Chase lowers his gaze at him.  “I’ll do anything.  I can’t lose them.”

“Good, I knew you’d see things in my way.  But, I am fae, so this goes with a contract.  I can put the whole woods in an ageless…”

“Not sleep!”

“No, an ageless bubble.  With conditions.  Once our young reaches the age of your wife, they stop,” Andy looks at him in fear, realizing that he didn’t mean the whole woods.  “That’s right.  Your daughter could be grown by the time you see her again.  You won’t age past today.  But that beautiful little raven can grow into a beautiful woman.  Being raised by faeries, she could learn to magic.  Her mother is born of magic.  You haven’t noticed she possessed some herself?  You see, there are stipulations.”

“Of course there is.  The devil always has stipulations,” Andy grabs Chase’s arms from circling him, “Look me in the eye when you’re making your offer.”

“We have a problem.  And I love chaos.  How will we ever get fresh meat in the forest?  I will construct an apple tree.  Partake of the apple, and you’re stuck in these dark woods for as long as your wife is asleep.  It is hard to get out of tall, dark trees anyways, but this would make it impossible.”

“You’re trapping people in here?”

“For your benefit, Andrew.  Do you know what resides in these woods?  Men that transform into animals.  Even swans that wait for the moon to shine on them.  A wolf that desires virgins.  And your brother a greedy beast who lusts after gold.  He’s not finished, by the way.  What of your father, and his own greed?  How did you become so noble?  Andy, I think we can both agree you will take my offer.  You’ll search for a hundred years and never find her.  Become penniless and weak searching for a ghost and a raven.  I only offer you this once.  When I leave, you’re alone.  You’ll die of old age before you ever find your precious Aurelia, and your daughter will never even know you exist,” he moves to strike Andy, but a powerful force stops him.

“What have you,” Chase pulls down Andy’s shirt, and sees his brother’s medallion hanging on his chest, “Your wife is clever.  Protecting you from faeries.  I guess that’s why she touched the spinning wheel the same day that the protection was away from her.  She should have kept it on.  You could have had longer with your daughter.”

“Or,” Lance cackles, watching Andy’s face go through so many emotions.  He did in fact love you beyond words, “I offer you an alternative.  Say my brother’s name, and everything becomes just a blink of time.  Your family will be sleeping in your bed,” Andy looks at him, shaking his head.  You never once uttered the faerie’s name.  Never told him of his name.  Never spoke much about him.  Keeping the life you had with Lance a secret.  “She failed that time.”

Chase turns to leave, and Andy slowly closes his eyes.  The visions he had of you and him ruling together now crushed, and gone.  His daughter that he had wanted was now taken from him.  “Stop!  You have your deal.”

Chase’s lips turn up into a snarl, and he snaps his fingers.  Launching out the window to plant his magical apple seed.  Should Andy ever try to chop it down, another would sprout, and that one would be deadly.  Andy collapses on the floor as he mourns the loss of you and his daughter.  You were not dead, but he couldn’t feel your warmth.  He no longer heard his beautiful daughter laughing because Andy was truly alone.  Destined to wander these woods in search of his family.  A family that he would never forget, but a daughter that would never remember him.

With his body shaking in anger and turmoil, he stands.  Casting his crown to the side and slowly walks out of the castle, jumping on his trusty steed Walter, “You really screwed up this time.”

“You can talk?”

“Chase likes chaos,” Walter snorts.  “I thought my spell would be broken when you kissed her.”

“Who are you,” Andy leans to look at the horse.

“Her uncle.  Now I’m stuck in life with the likes of you.  And if you meet her again, and kiss her, and I’m still a fucking horse, I’m going to hoof that stupid faerie to death,” Walter whinnies as he trots out into the forest.  An impossible journey with a man he only halfway liked.  This was going to be a long lifetime saddled with the former King of Palmona.  And an eternity searching for Andy’s lost family as he becomes the guardian of the woods.  The woodcutter that protected all that resided here, until he found his true love.  And with his kiss, the spell on the woods would be broken.  Until then he is but a nomad.

THE END FRIEND

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How were the first months with Baby Branwen? What about her first word etc.?🥹❤️

Branwen was a good baby.  She was observant, and she had such a big personality.  She was definitely a daddy’s girl.  Adored her dad.  If she was eating, and he was around, she wanted to be in his hands.  Branwen is so smart.  She can understand emotions at a young age, and she loves people laughing with her.  She was goofy and loving.  

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Summary:  Branwen’s first word

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  🥺🥺

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  720

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You gaze down at your raven haired beauty, her little lips puckered out in her sleep. Her face snuggled up against your bare skin, and you wonder what you ever did to deserve such a beautiful little baby. She was all that you could have ever imagined. Was oddly observant, and would watch anyone that came into the room intently. Always smiling and blinking her golden eyes at them. Her lashes splay across her chunky little cheeks, and you lift her up to kiss on her smooth skin.

When you fell for Andy, and knew you wanted kids with him, you did not think you were going to fall in love with something so perfect. The minute that the midwife laid her on you, and she just blinked her brilliantly gold eyes at you, everything in your world changed. It was like your heart had grown ten sizes bigger to fit the love you had for both her and her father.

Looking over at your sleeping husband, you rub your hand over his back. You had found quickly that this gesture soothed him, and even now in deep sleep he sighs in relief. At the sound of her father, Branwen peeks her eyes open, looking around.

“You even know his noises, my darling?” Her mouth turns up into a small smile, and she tries to find him, “He’s sleeping.”

“Ahh!” Her fists ball up, and she shakes her arms about.

“No, you behave, miss. I know that daddy is your favorite, and you heard him, so he must hold you, but he is sleeping,” her mouth opens and closes quickly, and you think she’s about to say something, but instead she squeals out again. “My beautiful little raven, he is…” Andy chuckles quietly, and she giggles right along with him.

“You have woke up, daddy. What do you have to say for yourself?” Your tap her on her nose, and her body swishes around, making even more noise to get his attention. “Andy, we need another. This one only wants you, unless she’s using me as her dairy farmer,” Branwen squeals louder, sneezing and giggling at the same time.

“Say, mama,” still giggling, she shakes her head no. “Say, dada,” this time her mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out, “Say dada, and he’ll come and get you.”

“That is mean,” Andy sits up, and reaches his hands out for his daughter, and Branwen’s fists open and close. “I’ve never done the baby thing, but I feel she’s very smart for her age. Come here…”

“No!”

“No?” Even Branwen looks at you, frowning yelling out her distress. “Why can’t I hold her?”

“She can say dada if she wants to be with you. She’s very smart, and watches everything, but I want her to be able to tell us everything. Say dada.”

“Ehh!” She pulls herself into a sitting position, and reaches for her daddy, but you don’t budge, “Ehh!”

“You can say it. Say mama then.”

“Ehh!”

“No daddy until…”

“Dadadadadadadadadadada! Grrr!!” She growls at you, but quickly starts giggling reaching for Andy, and he smiles through his tears. Reaching to grab his smiling daughter from you, and holding her above his head smiling proudly.

“That is not even right. I am the one who is with her everyday.”

“It just means that Dada is her favorite, huh, Winnie?” You give him a quick little pout, and he pulls her close to his chest, “Aw, baby, say, mama.”

“Dadadadadadadada,” she clenches her fist, squealing and giggling, looking up at Andy, and still you pout.

“Darling, say, mama.”

“Dada!” She looks up at him, and still that sweet little giggle.

He taps on her nose, and then her mouth, “Say, ma-ma.”

“Dada?” Her words lift up almost as if she was asking a question, and Andy shakes his head no, “Mada.”

“Closer. Ma-ma,” Andy was at the very least trying to get her to say mama. She furrows her brows, and looks at you nodding her head, “Say, ma-ma.”

“Dama?”

“No, ma-ma.”

She lets out an exasperated sigh, “Mada?”

“Mada is close. Maybe she’s calling you mother?” She makes grabby hands at you, repeating Mada over and over again, and you give in, holding her tight.

“Tell daddy, we’ll work on it. But for now, yes, I’ll be Mada.”

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Andy was supposed to be your everything.  Until Ransom.  Ransom was nothing that you had envisioned.  Pompous, obnoxious, cocky, and downright mean.  When he captured you, you weren't ready to meet a faerie.  But was he really a demon?  And now you're indebt to him.  Tasked with marrying a man you didn't love.  One that deep down was really a beast.  Will true love and friendship conquer all?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Epilogue ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Drabbles

Branwen Barber, For Now

What If...?

Bring Lightness Back

A/N:  This is a bit of a dark fic, do not take this or any of the other stories from Into the Woods verse too seriously.  They’re smutty tales, and not serious.  Enjoy the beginning of the apples...

Journey Into the Woods

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 1

Summary:  Ransom only wanted what his brother couldn’t have

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Lance Tucker X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  forced marriage, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.6K

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“Mother!” Andy’s eyes already roll, as he stands up from kneeling in front of his parents.  His baby brother rudely screams through the castle as he demands attention.  They had made him that way.  Andy had the responsibility of taking over the kingdom of Pomona, while Ransom became a spoiled brat.

“Moth-er!” He couldn’t wait until he was in the throne room before his voice screeched out his newest disapproval over something silly.  Andy was treated as an apprentice to the throne, while his brother was the sniveling child.  “Mother!”

“My god, does he have to scream throughout the palace?” Andy groans, looking at his mother who was the biggest culprit for Ransom’s behavior.

“He’s young, Andrew.”

“He’s thirty-three,” Andy speaks through his teeth.  A low growl emits from his throat when he hears the door swing open quickly, and his lousy brother walks through.

“Mother!  Why is he getting a ball?” Ransom’s finger presses hard into Andy’s arm, and he slings Ransom off of him.  “I deserve a ball, too.  This isn’t fair.”

“Andy needs to pick a wife.  She will be the future queen of this kingdom.  It is important for him to choose wisely,” even his father was growing weary of Ransom.  The King settles a bit lower into his throne, wishing Ransom could change his ways.

“Darling, you are getting a ball,” Andy and the king look at the queen, both sighing.  “Andrew’s must come first.  You understand don’t you, baby?” when Andy gruffs at the ridiculousness of it all, his mother turns to glare at him.  “However, there is a neighboring kingdom, Melora, that has a daughter that will become their queen.”

“So she would outrank me?” Andy swears his brother stomps a foot at their mother.  “No.  I demand my own ball, and I will get one.  She may not be queen, but I will not be under a woman.  It’s unheard of.  It’s my birthright to…”

“Always stay a prince,” Andy grunts before walking away.  This too would be something he’ll have to clean up after his brother.  He should have taken the chance to become a king, even if he was never to be The King.  

Ransom eyes the crowd, already annoyed at the lack of maidens left.  There were more girls at Andy’s ball, and he still didn’t choose a wife.  He was destined to be alone, because he needed a strong woman.  Needed someone to be his equal.  Ransom wanted to rule, and there was not a meek woman here.  They were all so…opinionated.  They wanted to climb the social ladder, and why not use Ransom to become one  the princesses of Pomona.  

Their heads held high as they danced and pranced around in front of him.  Pathetic.  He needed someone beneath him.  Someone who would treat him like the royalty he was.  “Mother,” he leans over his mother’s throne, getting a side eyed glance from his father.  “I don’t want women of this stature.”

“What do you mean, son?” Her delicate hand touches softly to his, just as delicate and pristine.  Never had done any hard work.  Never adorned a soldier’s armor.  “Ransom, I don't understand.”

“I’m going to bed.  I’m going to visit the kingdom.  I want someone who lives in a cottage.  Someone who knows that she is marrying up.”

“Son, that’s unheard of.”

“Someone that will gravel at my feet should I ask.  Someone like Andy’s ferrier.  Doesn’t he have a daughter?  I believe his horse needs to have new shoes.  Maybe I should go with my dear brother to see why he always visits him,” with a yawn he walks out of the ball.  His father clenches his fist tightly at his spoiled son.  Thankfully he had Andy.

You gather a bit of oats, walking over to your favorite horse, Walter, giving him a treat.  Petting along his velvet nose, and giving him kisses along his smooth coat.  Your father’s eyes look out into the distance as he spies the royal caravan approaching.  “Daughter, get inside.  Keep quiet, lest they discover your whereabouts,” this time it was different.  It wasn’t just Prince Andy.

There were Andy’s colors, but a smaller group was with him.  The regal prince jumps off his horse, and with a few clicks of his tongue, leads her over to your father, “She’s a bit down, sir.  It’s time.”

“You always take such good care of your animals.  How a man treats his animals is a good indication on how he treats others, Your Highness,” Andy shakes his head quickly, holding his hands up.  “Sire, that is proper.  I must address you like a subject.”

“Of course you should,” the royal brat.  Ransom jumps off his own horse, with no regard to his well being.  “I’m thirsty.”

“He is busy,” Andy growls back at his brother.  He’s not even sure why he came along.  His eyes search over the property, lingering at one of the windows.  “Make yourself useful.”

“Hmm, I’m good.  Do you mind if I step inside?  I am quite thirsty,” Ransom responds.  Andy shakes his head no, but your father gestures to the front door, “I’ll fetch my own water,” your father starts to speak, but decides against it.  While Andy might not mind him speaking frankly, he gets the feeling that Ransom would throw a tantrum, demanding his death.

You start panicking.  He spotted you.  Andy typically came alone, save a few guards.  This one was new, but you had heard of him.  You spent most of the time that Andy was there looking at him through the window, before you were tasked at tending to his horse, and then to the future king.  Feeding him, and giving him water before he followed you out to the barn.  But now there was someone new.  Untrustworthy.  The cottage was quaint, with very little hiding spots.  

You watch horrified as the handle turns down, and turn around to put your back to him.  “What have we here?” Ransom asks with a smirk.  The door already closing, as he walks closer behind you.  “What is your name?”

You hesitantly give him your name, as he slowly walks behind you.  His hand rests on the small of your back, and you lurch away, finally getting to see his face.  “Oh,” he favored Andy in many ways.  Not the pure kindness of Andy, but that was a dream that you would never see happen.  

“Is something wrong, My Lady?” your eyes cast to the soup that’s cooking, needing to look away from him.  You were no lady of his stature.  Just a simpleton, but the way those dark blue eyes bore into your soul, it makes you twitch around.  “Are you married to the ferrier?” 

“He’s my father,” you squeak out, taking another glance at Ransom.  You had barely heard ramblings about the younger prince.  He didn’t have the responsibility looming over his head like Andy, so he never visited the kingdom.  

“Really?  Has he kept you locked away all this time?  You’re of marrying age, am I correct?” Nodding your head, you look back out to Andy, and then return to Ransom.  There was an uncomfortableness that radiated from him, and still you were curious.  “Hmm,” Ransom looks out the dingy window, seeing his brother right in your eyesight.  

He wondered if there was a reason that Andy chose this  particular ferrier.  Why did he come out a bit further for a man that wasn’t even in the city limits?  Surely, there was more to coming here so often than having good horse shoes.  And then he catches his brother looking into the cottage a bit directly at you.  “Have you ever dreamed of becoming a princess?”

“Doesn’t every girl?”

“It’s settled then,” he walks quickly outside, snapping his fingers.  “I have found her,” he doesn’t miss Andy’s footsteps walking closer to the house.  His eyes worriedly look towards the cottage.  Finally something that Andy wanted, but he couldn’t have.  And if Andy wanted you, you were good enough for Ransom.  

“Gather her up.  I have found my future wife.”

“What?” You and Andy both demand at the same time.  Your eyes start to well with tears at the realization of what was happening.

“Brother, you can’t be serious.  She’s,” Andy bites his lip, trying to find you, needing to apologize before he says another word, “She’s a commoner.  You’re a prince.”

“You’ve made it perfectly clear that I will never be king.  It isn’t important who I marry.  It’s important who you marry.  I wager she doesn’t have much to gather.  Load her up.”

“My horse,” you say quietly.  “I have a horse.  I can’t leave Walter.  But my father needs him for the garden.”

“I’ll buy you another horse, if you can’t make a decision.  I shall see you at the palace.  I’ll get a room ready for you.  You’ll have to stay there until we’re married.  You understand, right?” Ransom leaves quickly, and you run to the door, finally seeing Andy’s eyes.  You can’t allow yourself to think that he’s just as hurt by this moment as you are.  Ransom was not your Prince Charming, and Andy could never be yours.  

“Father?” 

“I told you to stay hidden.  And I told you not to bring him,” he points at Andy.  “We had a deal.”

You pick at your new dress, sitting in the small room.  A room fit for a servant.  In the basement, and far away from your future husband.  A husband that you didn’t choose, nor did you want him.  It was cruel.  Inhumane.  And you detested Ransom more everyday.  Only allowing you to walk about the grounds accompanied by your ladies in waiting.  

Oh, but if Andy was around, Ransom couldn’t keep his hands off of you.  You hated him.  And hated it here.  

You stand up quickly when the door opens, assuming it to be another lady, but are surprised to see that it is Ransom instead.  “You know,” he begins walking over to your bed.  It was improper for him to be in here with you alone, and it worried you.  “I realize that you don’t have a dowry.”

“You knew where I came from, Your Highness,” always with that title.  Ransom was a prince, and he wanted everyone to know about it.  

“You see, it’s not quite fair to me.”

“I don’t understand.  You’re a prince.  This kingdom…it’s yours.”

“Well, it’s my parents, and then the future king’s.  Not mine.  You see the predicament I’m in?  I had hoped to put a smaller castle on the outskirts of our kingdom.  Possibly Andy gives me a small part of the kingdom to make one of my own,” he rolls his eyes, annoyed at the fact it would be smaller, “But with no dowry, it doesn’t seem fair.  I’m sure that you see this room and wonder what kind of a cruel man that I am.  But I’m not cruel.  I have a job for you that will make us very very rich.”

You move backwards from him, not sure exactly what he was proposing.  “Did you know your father bragged to my brother that while you were but common maiden, you could spin straw into gold?” 

“No, I…”

“So, since that is possible, that door,” he points over to a small door.  Walking over to it, and turning back to smile at you.  “This door will lead you to the answer to our problems.  Don’t disappoint me,” he says before leaving you.  You had heard rumors of what Ransom did when he was not with you.  Not at all what an engaged man should be doing.

Your father got you into this mess.  Thinking that all Andy needed was a promise, even if it was a lie.  He had seen the lingering glances that you and Andy had made.  Love was never enough for royals, you needed to add to their wealth, or there was no chance.  Opening the door, you start sobbing.  A room full of straw and a spinning wheel in the center.  

“I can’t do this,” turning back around to flee, the door slams shut, and another man appears before you.  “You’ve come to kill me, haven’t you?”

He walks closer to you, shaking his head.  “He’s selling me isn’t he?”

“No, Your Grace.  He knows not of my whereabouts.  I have come to help you.”

“Unless you can spin straw into gold…”

“And I can.  Where do you think your filthy lying father got the idea?  Why do you think you have never met your mother?  I make deals you see?  I will do this for you, but what will you do for me?  Choose your words very carefully.”

Your fingers twitch on your dress, looking around the room as you swallow bile.  There was no way out for you.  If you didn’t make this happen, you would die.  If you did make this happen, you would be in his debt.  “What do you desire?”

“A child.  Your first born.”

“If you do this, and I don’t die.  I will gift you with mine and Ransom’s first child.”

He nods his head, grabbing a handful of straw as he sits down on the spinning wheel.  Beautiful strands of gold replace the straw as he starts to work.  The tiniest of gleaming golden thread.  “The Princess of the Golden Castle.  Golden things usually get you in trouble,” he says flinching.  Reaching behind him, you see him scratch his back awkwardly.

“Are you an angel?”

“A demon now, I suppose.  Was once a faerie.”

Something inside of you was telling you to keep him talking.  Find out what you can about the mysterious demon faerie.  “What’s your name, kind sir.”

He looks up at you with the tiniest bit of kindness shining in his eyes.  This wasn’t about making a deal.  It was about finding a friend.  He hadn’t had one in so long.  Was tasked to protect the forest, but made one wrong move.  His body twitches around, and he tries to fight the evil growing inside of him.  “Call me Lance.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Lance.”

“Not kindness,” his eyes blink closed harshly.  “This is a deal.”

“You didn’t have to offer it to me,” he happens to glance towards you one more time, there was no malice or trickery in your face.  You weren’t trying to get one over on him, you were being serious.  

“You’re welcome.”

“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“It was harder than you think.”

“Could I learn to do this?” Lance shrugs his shoulders, continuing to make mountains of golden thread.  “A golden castle, huh?  So do you read Ransom’s mind, or do you listen in on his conversations?”

“Both.”

“He would kill me, wouldn’t he?” Lance nods his head.  “What of my horse, Walter?”

“Turned him out.  He was just a simple work horse.  Should you be successful, you will ride one of his, black as night.  That’s how they tell the difference between him and Andy.  Andy’s horses are white, while Ransom’s are black.”

“Like the color of his soul,” he gives you a sad smile, you were smarter than Ransom gave you credit for.

“You would marry Ransom even though you love another?” no one had ever called you out on this notion.  Your feelings towards Andy were kept a secret.  No one usually came with Andy when he visited.  

“I don’t have a choice.”

“You would have children with a man you don’t love.”

“My first born with Ransom belongs to you.  It won’t matter.”

“You surprise me, Aurelia,” gathering up a bit more straw, you were showing him kindness that he hadn’t seen in a long time.  Helping him, a demon of the forest.  He believed kindness was all but gone now.  You were special.

“Aurelia?”

“It means golden,” with a smile that makes Lance’s eyes glow, he goes back to his task.  Hoping that this would be enough to make Ransom happy.  You deserved it.

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 6

Summary: you learn the truth, in many different ways

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader, Lance Tucker X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, corruption, lies, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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Andy steps through your door, and you jump up, excited to see him back before nightfall, “I missed you this morning,” your fingers pet over his luscious beard, and you smile wide at him, “Everything okay?”

Andy shakes his head, leading you back to your meager bed. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to find anything to say when Andy notices a chain around your neck. Pulling out Lance’s medallion he gives it a long look, before looking up at you, “Where did you get this?”

“If I tell you, you’ll be mad. It’s not…”

“Miss, where did you get this? It isn’t your pendant,” Andy gives away no emotion as he stares at you, which only makes you more angry.

“You can call me Aurelia.”

“Why?” There was anger in his voice. Confusion, and you feel untrust creeping a thick wedge in between you and Andy.

Turning to look in front of you, you lift your chin, “It means golden.”

��It means the golden one. You spin a few blades of straw into gold, and now you need a name change? Or would there be more to it? Aurelia? Where did you get the medallion?”

“I didn’t have a choice,” you blurt out. Turning to look at him, your head tilts to the side. Tears well in your eyes, but you’re too proud to let them fall. “Ransom would have killed me if I didn’t turn that disgusting hay into gold. You realize that? I would have been dead!”

“I could have saved you!”

“You couldn’t even marry me,” Andy yanks at the medallion, but it clings tightly to your neck. Not allowing him to remove it. A soft glow radiates from the gold and he drops it.

“What did you do?” He asks. His voice cold and dark.

“Nothing that is any concern to you.”

“Faeries? Faeries is your solution? What did you bargain for, pray tell? You give up your cunt to this faerie? Is it his child growing in your belly?” You slap him across the face, and he knocks you back to lay on the bed crawling on top of you. But when the tears can no longer hold their position, and your face shines with your saline trails, he backs away.

“You don’t understand, Future King of Pamona. I am but a peasant girl. Kept in captivity until I fail Ransom’s requests. I wanted you, Andy! I want you!”

“What did he ask for?” Andy’s own eyes betray him, and seeing such a strong and noble man cry, it stings your heart. “You’re no longer just mine are you?”

“I’m always yours. I offered my first born child with…” you can’t even finish your sentence before he’s on his knees in front of you. Head in your lap, while he presses his hand over your stomach.

“But this is ours. Tell me, it’s ours.”

“You’re the only one I’ve been with.”

“You gave our baby up.”

“For my life,” you assure him, lifting his head up to look at you. “I promised him my firstborn child with Ransom. He can’t touch our baby,” with a staggered breath Andy Looks up at you. Confusion printed on his face as he tries to comprehend what you said.

“I would rather lose my child than raise Ransom’s. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t live in this castle with you, while Ransom’s spawn followed me around. Lance can not take our baby from me.”

“You’ve tricked a faerie, Miss…Aurelia. The devil always collects his debts.”

“There is nothing he can take from me. I will gift him back his medallion. I’ll have no use of it once Ransom has collected his gold. I will bargain with Ransom to let me live down here, while I am with child, so no one knows. I’ll continue making the man his hoard of gold. And you, you will do something about our predicament,” Andy slowly nods his head while he thinks of a plan.

“Ransom will not have me. I will not marry, unless it is you. This child is no bastard. It is yours, my King. My everything. My true love. But you have to get rid of him. He’s a cruel and a depraved madman. He is toying with both our emotions. You are the future and rightful heir to the throne.”

“No, I’m not,” Andy takes a deep breath, before bowing his head, “You are, my queen.”

“I am but a poor peasant girl.”

“Your father already confirmed it. My tyrant father seized the throne from your mother. Or he would have, but she and your father fled. Hid in a small cottage on the outskirts of the kingdom. You are the rightful heir to the throne of Palmona.”

You shake you head, pressing your hand against his cheek, “I don’t want it, my King.”

“Change your mind then. I will do as you ask. You keep our baby safe. Let our little one grow and get strong. I will marry you.”

“And we will rule as equals.”

Leaning up against the wall, Lance tries to make himself appear more appealing to you. His pants had gotten lower. The deep v’s on his hips more visible. He decorated his body with golden faerie runes, and he always let his onyx wings free. He no longer was ashamed of their color. You had made him feel he was no more corrupt than his brother, Castiel.

“Living as a creature with mostly males is lonely,” he sighs. His wings spread out, and he lets you see their brilliant color, despite being as dark as coal.

“Are fae creatures only allowed to mate with other fae creatures?”

“No, but humans no longer trust us. A few sour deals, and we become an afterthought. Most don’t even believe in our existence, until we land in front of them,” you stop your motions, turning to look at him.

“Why did you appear to me?”

“We feel deeper than most creatures. It’s like a siren calling us to you. Distress, heartbreak, jealousy, vanity, greed,” he nods his head at you. “Yes, corruption happens to all higher beings. You’re not the only one in the castle making deals.”

“Has Andy?”

“No,” he chuckles, turning his back to you, “Andy is too pure. Despite him sullying your body.”

“Don’t speak so freely about my king. I will not warn you again to hold your tongue when speaking ill of him.”

“Ahh, spoken like a true queen,” you turn away from him as well, turning your nose up. “Us brothers talk, Aurelia. I know all about your family. Living in the castle as a lie. Should the king find out, you and that bastard in your belly will perish.”

You stand, trying to jerk off the medallion, but still it clings to your neck, and Lance turns around to glare at you, “Take your curses off me!”

“It was a fucking gift!”

“My baby is no bastard! Andy is its father!”

“He is her father,” you step backwards as he walks closer. For the first time realizing his ominous presence. “Yes. You reek of Andy, and smell of your precious daughter. The medallion is a gift that can not be given back with malice.”

“You’re cruel,” you whisper, turning away from him.

“And you’re a fool. Making deals with a corrupted faerie. Can’t trust us.”

“I could. You are kind. And you can fight the darkness. Do not let it tarnish our friendship. This isn’t you,” Lance breathes deeply glaring at you. “Fight the corruption.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because, everyone deserves a friend. You helped me when I called. Now, help me end Ransom’s evil ways. He’s…”

“I already am,” his face turns up into a sinister smile. Walking over to the spinning wheel, he sits, and quicker than you, spins the straw into gold. “You’re not the only one who has made a deal. And I always collect my debts. Remember that, Aurelia. Don’t get too attached.”

You don’t utter a word about the deal. There was no telling what he would curse you with as a result of your trickery. He was falling deeper into the abyss of faerie deceit. The golden apple taking him further everyday.

His veins once a silvery smoke, now becoming more inky as the corruption was winning its battle with his body. He had never had an outburst on you before, and you feared for what he was truly capable of.

“You are my friend?” He innocently asks, the devilish smirk now erased off his handsome features.

“I am. Friends protect each other, Lance. We don’t let the other dwell in peril,” he clicks his tongue at you, continuing his spinning.

“You can tell you were born of magic Aurelia. You have the forked tongue of a faerie. Don’t use your twisting words to get me to do your bidding.”

“Born of magic?” You cock up an eyebrow looking at him. Moving one step closer.

“Sit down, and let me tell you of a princess that fell for a stable boy. And learn all about your birthright. It’s amazing what people will do when they’re distraught.”

“Can your curses be reversed?”

“Deals,” he answers sharply. “We don’t do anything that you humans don’t ask for. It’s not our fault you’re greedy for something else. Desperate for magic to fix everything.”

“Lance, you will keep my baby hidden from the king and queen won’t you?” Pulling up your skirts you sit down, your eyes gleaming at him.

“I will keep my baby hidden from the usurper. He would be most displeased that you were even here. Or that you carry a baby that is more powerful than him. Now sit. I have another story to tell you. About Princess Adria and her stable boy.”

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[starryevermore]

just like her: if i was a stupid girl (11) ✧ andy barber

just like her ✧ an andy barber series | ao3

pairing: dark!andy barber x fem!reader

summary: andy is closer to getting what he wants. 

word count: 1,452

warning(s): mention of bloody billy barber + his crimes, pet name (sunshine), not proofread

note: there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.

Andy scared you. He was someone you should be scared of. You knew that now. You weren’t sure if he would make good on his words, but you didn’t want to give him the opportunity. Hell, you weren’t even sure what his threat was. You didn’t know what it was either. There was some sort of darkness in him, something that you hadn’t seen before. And you weren’t keen on seeing just how far that darkness spread. 

Some part of you, though, still refused to believe that the sweet man you had met during orientation week could be like this. The one who made you feel all warm and fuzzy. The one who made you feel like you mattered, like you were more than just a good student and a future lawyer. Where had that man gone? Was he ever real? 

It had dawned on you that you didn’t really know who Andy Barber was. In all the times you’d ever spoken to him, he’d given up so little about himself. You knew he’d been raised by his mother. He said he never really knew his father. He went to a good school, studied hard, and got to law school. There were so many pieces missing from the puzzle. 

So you did either the smart thing or the dumb thing, depending on what you would find. You went looking for answers. 

You weren’t quite sure what you would find. Or even what you should look for. 

But, still, you went to the library and combed through records upon records upon records. There wasn’t much to find on Andy. There were a few articles about him, about how he was in the top 10 of his senior class, how he’d won a few awards in his undergrad. Virtually nothing in the grand scheme of things. 

You had almost lost hope of finding anything when, finally, you found an article. You almost overlooked it. Andy was not the focus of it. No, it was his father. 

Local Man Arrested for Rape and Murder of 19-year-old Girl

William Barber has been arrested in connection to the college student who was murdered two weeks ago. Officials have declined to comment. 

Barber is the husband of Marianne Barber and the father of Andrew “Andy” Barber. Barber’s attorney has also declined to comment. 

You felt to your stomach as you combed through the articles, reading about the young girl’s murder. Bloody Billy Barber, they called him. The newspapers included no pictures of what had happened but the picture they painted with their words…God, it made you want to vomit. You understood why Andy wouldn’t ever talk about him. Of course, he was young when his father was arrested, but still…Growing up with the reputation that your father was a cold-hearted killer? It must be horrible even for the worst of people. 

A part of you wondered how much Andy had inherited his father’s tendencies. There was talk about something called the “serial killer gene”. There wasn’t much science to back its existence, but the theory went that those who had the gene were predisposed to more violent tendencies than those who didn’t have it. It would certainly explain how Andy was so quick to anger. How he chilled you to your bone sometimes.

But, surely, that couldn’t be the case… Could it? 

After all, Andy could be so sweet. He could be kind. He could a literal Prince Charming. That was what made you fall in love with him to begin with. Wait. No. You weren’t in love with him. You were in love with the idea of him, the idea of a man you couldn’t have. You didn’t love Andy Barber. Not in the slightest. 

You couldn’t love him. Because he wasn’t yours to love. He never was. And you had to accept that. 

But how could you do so safely? If he was anything like his father… You shuddered at the mere idea that he could act so viciously. You had to be careful. If you had learned anything from Andy’s outbursts, it was that he was quick to anger. You had to find a way to make sure you could get away from him without getting hurt. And you needed to figure out how to get out soon. 

Though, as you looked down at the mugshot of Bloody Billy Barber, you wondered if you could ever escape Andy. 

It was cold and dark and dreary. Somewhere, you could hear the gentle drip of water hitting concrete. It didn’t feel like you were lying on concrete. In all honesty, it almost felt…soft? You pried your eyes open, blinking slowly. You tried to lift your body, but it felt like you were lifting ten thousand pounds. The most you could do was prop yourself up on your elbows, but it did little good. There was no light in the…wherever you were.

As you gained awareness, though, it seemed clear that you were on some sort of bed. Slowly, you gained more feeling in your body and you tried to swing your legs over the side, to try and get up. But when you moved, you heard the distinct rattle of a chain. 

You couldn’t leave. 

Not without his permission.

And speak of the devil… A door opened and a flood of light streamed into the room. Andy walked in slowly, as if he was trying to decide if you were going to act out or if you were going to comply. “I’m glad you’re awake, sunshine. I was beginning to get worried.”

“Worried?” you repeated, brows furrowing together. “H-How long was I out?”

“A few days. But don’t worry, I tried to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.”

“By putting me in a basement?”

“Well, some precautions needed to be taken. I didn’t know how you were going to react to what I did.”

“What did you do?”

“What needed to be done.” He crossed the room, walking slowly over to you, his shoes clunk-ing on the concrete floor. “I had my chance at a happy family taken from me before. I won’t have it stolen from me again.”

You remembered the car, how he drove it off the road. How your head hit the window and everything went black. Was it an attempt to fake yours and his deaths? Just so he could take you and have you all for himself? 

“Andy, this isn’t right—”

“Shhh,” he hushed as he reached you. Andy’s hair was dripping wet. As he leaned over you, the water dripped down onto you. You fought the urge to cringe away, afraid he would take it the wrong way and hurt you. “Sorry about the water, sunshine. It’s been rainin’ real hard out there,” he said. His lips brushed over the swell of your cheek. “But you don’t need to worry about that. You’re safe and sound down here.”

“Where am I?” you asked. 

“Home. Safe and sound, where no one can bother us,” he promised. He left a trail of kisses down your face until he reached your lips, kissing you so hard you swore your lips would be bruised. When you didn’t react beyond trying to pull away, he pulled back, sighing. “I know you’re upset with me sunshine. I know. I would be, too. But everything I’ve done is for us. So we can be happy.”

“I can’t be happy here.”

“It’s temporary, sunshine. Until I know you won’t act out, okay? Then I’ll bring you up, and we can live the life I know you want.”

He didn’t understand. You couldn't be happy here at all. With him. You wanted a happy life with the man you loved, but that could never be Andy. Once upon a time, a million years ago, maybe that was what you wanted. But it wasn’t anymore. 

“Andy…Please, you can’t do this.”

“I want to trust you, sunshine, I really do. But loser…I don’t know how much he poisoned your heart against me. I need to make sure I won’t lose you. I can’t lose you or my family ever again.” He kissed you again. “Now that you’re awake, I’m gonna go make you dinner, okay? Gotta keep my sunshine nice and healthy, yeah? I’ll be back soon.”

No, no, no…He couldn’t leave you here. He couldn’t. Was it not enough that he kidnapped you? That he likely faked your death? That he had taken every shred of happiness you had? Was that not enough? Must he torture you too? 

“Andy, wait—”

He was already gone, your pleas to not be left alone falling on deaf ears. And so there you laid, screaming and crying and pleading to be let out. 

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