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smolvenger · 7 days
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My Lord (Prince Hal x fem! Reader Oneshot)
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Summary: After you dance with another man, Prince Hal, your royal intended has a confession to make...
Warnings: SMUT! 18+ (fingering, p in v sex, doing it on a desk), historical inaccuracies for the sake of vibes, grammar and spelling mistakes, angst and fluff.
Dick-tionary: Smut starts at “Kiss me again, my dove,” and ends at "You pressed foreheads, feeling his warm breath and how soft his skin felt- comforting, gentle. "
Word Count: 3K
A/N: From @muddyorbsblr's request! It ended up being longer, oops. But enjoy!
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Despite your fine dress and the rich wine flowing, you felt somber at your betrothal ball. Not that the ball itself was a sad event. No, you were not merry from everything around you. It was all merry with the throne room decorated with flowers and jigs being played by the musicians. Your melancholy was due to your intended.
 Of all the good lords and gentlemen on this green isle, only one was destined to be the next king. And that was who you were going to marry. Your parents were thrilled when the king agreed to the marriage. They smiled and embraced you as an artist hugged their painting. They managed to sell you to the highest bidder.
His Majesty Prince Henry the Fourth of Lancaster. The highest bidder indeed.
 Or Hal, as the taverns ruffians called him. Hal. Riotous, dishonorable, pranking, thieving, tavern hopping, wench chasing, sack drinking Hal. Beautiful, princely, decadent Hal. Every time his brothers had to tell their father the truth of Hal’s layabouts…the king would turn red with fury. Not that you were surprised.
Even if the scoundrel you were going to call your husband had been kind to you these past few months. He would be by your side. And trying to win you over or get you to smile. Flirt with you- he did to hundreds of women at this point! No doubt! Your inner giddiness was mixed with a silent rage and you weren’t sure which would pop out first each time he got your hand and kissed it gently. Hal was beautiful. A handsome, handsome man who wore his doublets tight on his lean frame and walked with a swagger, his auburn curls freed about his head. There was a charm to his manner, and feelings were in you when you looked at him. Feelings you didn’t like. Feelings you didn’t dare name. 
For that, you remained polite. Never forward. Nice, but nothing more. For what else could you do? The world of court could be deadly and dangerous. The world’s eyes were on you. You couldn’t afford to make a reckless move.
Despite the garden walks and meals, there was that sliver of distrust. If you didn’t see him, he could be on the floor of the filthiest bar in Eastcheap passed out on the floor from drink. Or in a room with two tavern women in positions that would make a sailor blush.
And the last picture of him in bed with other women- it made you want to scream and sob and throw your goblet at the wall until it smashed into a hundred bits and then pick your skirts, march to the other end of the room, and slap him hard across his beautiful face.
You took a deep breath. 
It was just your imagination. Nothing actually happened. One inhale, then another exhale. The walls were grey stone, the candlelight yellow, and the music from a flute was playing something fast.
Why were you like this, you had to remind yourself! You didn’t like him! Why should that matter? You had to remember how much you didn’t care and didn’t like him.
 He could have every woman in England on their knees for him every night and you would not care. You would go about your merry way and when you didn’t have to squeeze out a son, you would enjoy the monetary benefits of servants, fine dresses, horses, gold, jewels, money to buy whatever thing you wanted, and the freedom to do as you pleased as queen.
You held your chin up. Only glad it was a lovely party. All were taking gentle sips of wine, sampling the roast boar, listening to lutes, and laughing over nothing. You felt like doing none. In a whole crowd of people, you felt alone, isolated, and cut off. Like a foreigner trying to make a friend but never knowing how to speak the language. They gathered and talked…and here you were. The most wanted and yet also the most unwanted.
Taking a deep breath, you continued to walk in to try to get your mind off of things.
There were dances as well. But you felt as if your soles were made of lead. For all were celebrating your marriage to this scoundrel.
This beautiful, delectable, leather-clad scoundrel. Looking at him across the room, something inside you churned. And you were frightened to name it.
 He was in the corner, talking to his brothers. You turned your eyes down. For the party was in swing and in a way, as if they forgot you were its purpose. They wanted to laugh and gossip and drink. Forget their worldly cares and be merry.
You brought your eyes up to search for him. Your heart beat a little harder seeing Prince Hal at the other end of the room. How delicious he looked. His tight leather jacket was the color of the wine. He preferred rougher, bawdier parties- that was why he was frowning as his father went up to talk to him.  And here you were, just to be tolerated as his bride. It seemed queenhood was a lifetime away, as was your marriage. For all of this fuss over you both being joined,   you couldn’t help but feel separated.
Taking a deep breath, you put both hands on your cup and took another sip, resisting the urge to gulp down your wine and let the alcohol take its effect.
As you walked in, the Lord of Warwick went up.
“My lady- here is my nephew, Thomas! He’s going to appear at Court more often!” the lord introduced.
You curtsied and gave a smile.
The Lord of Warwick’s nephew with his own blonde hair and blue eyes and skin that tanned. He was a polite, warm friendly boy. For having just met him, he left a good impression on you. The uncle even stepped aside to let you talk. Then Thomas held out a hand.
“They’re having dances. Would you give me a dance, my lady?”
“I would love to,” you replied.
You enjoyed his company as you danced. He was very good too- Hal himself had no “strength in measure” and was inches from always stepping on your toes the grand total of two times you danced. Passing between couples, joining, parting, and reasoning hands to the lute music. You felt at peace.
Little did you know Hal’s eyes were on you.
They were on you every time you the whole evening.
Prince Hal scowled. He was practically red with anger. The second the dance ended, he marched up to you. Thomas looked sickly pale and you felt your stomach drop. You never saw Hal himself have any anger and part of you was terrified. They always say it’s the ones who are never angry you watch out for. 
“My lord, what is the matter?” you asked after your curtsey.
“I would like to speak with my lady intended,” Hal ordered.
Thomas handed you over quickly. 
Amidst the ball, Hal grabbed your arm. Fie, his hand- large, beautiful hands taking a whole of your arm and dragging you to the hallways and through a door. Jesu, was he going to hurt you? Hal never once did anything that would harm you. He seemed too mischievous and cheerful to seem capable of raising his hand to a woman, much less you. There was a fierceness on his fast that made your heart race. You didn’t know if you were feeling lust, terror, or both at once.
The room was a study. The night sky shone outside, though there were lights from the torches and candles. None were inside-perhaps at the party. With tall bookshelves and desks, it would have been a comforting room had your heart been beating wildly against your ribs. 
He looked at you up and down. He saw your dress, how it formed you well, and hugged you in the right places. A warmth flushed over you, and you realized you were panting a little to deepen your breaths. But his face was still angry. Beautifully, beautifully angry.
“What, what is the matter?” you asked. Hoping to get this over with quickly.
“Quite a bit, that is the matter!” Hal replied, ruffling his curly hair.
You gestured at the door.
“My lord, they will notice we are gone. We have a party to attend to…”
Hal reached up a hand that he held in the air. You looked back at him. His voice remained soft, matter of fact, right to the bone.
“My lady, we have to discuss young Warwick. The way you were dancing at him, smiling at him.”
“Oh, him!” you said. You had deduced it. He just had to say it himself. 
“Yes! The look he was giving you like he would be falling before your feet any minute! Your smile at him! And you were encouraging him,  and I-”
“Are you jealous, Harry?” you interrupted, blurting out the obvious.
He turned a little pink.
“Yes, well- what if I am? Should I not be if a gentleman dances with my lady?”
“A lady can rarely turn down another man. My mother told me it is impolite to refuse a man’s offer to dance!” you reasoned.
Hal leaned closer to you.
“You have promised yourself to me, not him! You’re engaged to me!”
He paused and his mouth hung in mid-air. You saw his eyes were shining bright, he was…on the brink of tears. The jolliest scoundrel in all of England and…he was crying. When you imagined him with other women earlier…was that the very feeling he was having as well?
You closed the distance to him, you offered your hand and he took it.
“Hal, I am sorry. I didn’t think you would be upset or even care that I danced with him…” you consoled.
He brought up a hand and wiped a tear off with his palm.
“I forgive you, my lady. Only….That the way you were beaming at him, and not at me, I…I don’t even have words for it and- YN- it makes me angry because…because…I wish it were me you were smiling at…me and only me. That one smile. Then I’d know for sure that you’d love me and we could be find a way to-”
You gasped.
“What did you say?!”
Your face was closer to his, your voice even softer. He paused. His tears stopped.
“You…you love me?”
He flushed, hung his head low, and then back up.
“I do, my sweeting. I love you so much. I don’t know how else to say it or what speeches or things to give. If I am under your spell, I never wish to be out of it. I don’t ask you to love me back at all…I only ask you…you… pity me.”
His face was right before words. Your own mouth began to speak of its own accord. The music was softer, and distant, as if the ball was a world away.
“Hal…even with everything in Eastcheap, I…I… I…I cannot help but…but want to see you, and speak to you, I think of you and wonder what you are doing when you’re away. And I…I worry about you. I want you happy- more than happy, safe.”
He closed the distance and kissed you. The first kiss you ever had other than chaste pecks on the hand. You shuddered at it as he wrapped his hands around you, one hand crawling up your back. He knew his way around a woman’s body. And he knew what would make your knees tremble.  You melted into his arms, collapsing into the kiss, into the embrace. He tasted of wine, of freedom.
He let go. But it was as if something awoke that was long asleep. You let him keep his hands on you, to feel your body beneath your dress—one on your hip, fingers inches away from the most private, precious of places on you. You kept on babbling despite yourself.
“All the battles your father sends you on and… and…I was worried, worried you would die…worried something would happen to you- and then, the Eastcheap visits….I was worried…worried you and Doll would.”
“There were no whores. Not since we’ve met,” he replied.
You kissed him again, and you leaned closer to him, wrapping your arms to feel his back. Dizzy and drink on him. You heard his moan. 
He leaned back on a chair and had you straddle him. You gasped, feeling your legs come apart. Places between you were starting to dampen and it was just over where his most secret places were. You were never this close, this intimate with each other
“Kiss me again, my dove,” he commanded.
You kissed him again, his fingers crawling, up your leg. He found your hip and then moved you. You moaned from the friction, the touching and brushing of your bodies. 
But you wanted it, you didn’t stop him.
His hands were over you, greedily touching since you were all his now-his betrothed, his wife, and soon his queen- and he would make sure you never forgot it. He gave you a last grind of your hips. 
His hands desperately searched your clothes, trying to find the seams. But you were aching, going up for him, needing him.
“Hal- Hal!” you whispered
“And what if I do? I can’t bear it- the longer I’m with you, the more desire overcomes me- You drive me mad- I can’t, I can’t take it, my dear, my love-I-I have to ravish you, here-now-”
“Yes, you may…”
He slid aside the papers and books so the desk was clear. You swallowed, getting incredibly wet but excited with his flushed face. But his eyes determined, an animal after his prey. And nothing could tear him from his prize.
 He kissed you, prompting you to sit. He undid a bit of your bodice, pulling it down, finding your breasts. The cold air touched it as his pupils darkened over the sight of you. 
“You’re exquisite, darling, and you’re not his, you’re mine-”
Once they were revealed, he fondled them, thumb grazing over the hard nipples. You moaned appreciatively. All while he kissed your neck.
“Say it, say you’re mine,” he whispered.
“I’m yours,” you replied.
He then freed a hand. It moved up your leg.
“All of this, this beauty, it is all mine-and I’ll drive you there, until you cry out for all of them to hear.”
slid a finger inside and you gasped, feeling it stretch you. You gasped as he curled up- surprised his long finger could go so deep, and find a spot that brought so much pleasure and pain as he discovered the little nub inside you. 
“My- my lord!”
He kissed your neck again, then looked at you, smugness spread on his lips.
“Yes….yes, call me that.”
He gathered your skirt up and then undid his codpiece and released his pants, standing at full attention. You gave a small gasp at the sight of his size. He looked at you darkly, a new tone in his voice- deadly and commanding, a king to his whore
“You will be good and make it fit, every bit of it. And you will call me my lord.”
His hands made your legs come wide apart, he moved you up. He was slow, entering you, so you got used to it. You let out a moan, tugging onto him.
“Yes…take it…like a good girl…take it.”
He forced your legs further apart, sheathing you in with a grunt. You let out a sound, your insides penetrated, clutching onto him, feeling your bare breasts against his leather. Your blouse fell lower, exposing both. He then gave a first, sloppy thrust. Then he was seated inside you.
“My lord!” you cried out.
“There-there- I will make you scream it louder,” he growled.
Then he began thrusting—his moans in your ear. You dug your fingers into his shoulders and grabbed your hips, keeping tight. The desk made a sound as you did. It began slowly.
“My-my lord, oh- gods- yes, there, my lord-gods-gods blood-”
It then picked up, your breasts bouncing and your heart racing. All you knew was him, felt was him. You were moaning even louder. It was a desperate, animal. Pounding his hips into yours.
He released one hand. It found your nub between. You gasped. He then strummed it with each deep, forceful, desperate pounding.
“H-My-My lord I-I-there-oh-oh god-I’m-I’m going-going to-to die, but- don’t-don’t-don’t stop-”
“You’re close, you’re-you’re close, darling-call me that-yes-now-fuck,yes-yes-
“Say it, say it when you cum-I’m-I’m going to cum-cum inside- cum, fie, lady- fie, it’s on me now- cum, fie, lady -cum!”
He picked it up incredibly fast, you held onto him, your pleasure spinning out of control. 
“Yes- close, close- come on now, give in- let go-”
With a grunt, his seed shot into you and the release of pleasure broke inside you. You didn't say his title but gasped. The light had hit you and made everything duller, things spun, and you felt as if you were in oblivion. 
In a final whisper, you only whispered once more “My…my lord…” Your nails dug into him- your lord, your intended, your prince, and your husband. A marriage not sworn but already consummated.
He pulled out, and then cupped your face, “as you are my lady.”
You pressed foreheads, feeling his warm breath and how soft his skin felt- comforting, gentle.
He helped you off and then readjusted your dress so all was well. Making sure the blouse covered you up and that your skirt was in place.
“Are you not hurt?” he asked.
“Not a bit.”
He wrapped a protective arm around you, leading you out. 
“Here…we must return to the party…I will fetch us some wine.”
“And…you can have the next dance, my lord,” you said.
He smiled at you- not a naughty smile, but a kind, genuine smile that burst with love.
“As you have all of mine, my lady.”
His smile shone brighter than any candlelight. He gave you a last kiss before you were on his arm, returning to the party. 
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Last Updated: 2024-02-02
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Miss your Hal writing. Do you have any plans to write more for him?
I love Hal and miss him too. I am working on another part of unaccompanied queen, it will be set before they married and fell in love. But I would never turn down some more request for him.
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My lord
Prince Hal x black princess!reader
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a/n: I’m back and I’m happy to show you this fic that I couldn’t wait to post, I wanted it to be a one shot but I thing I’ll make a 2nd part, tell me what you think about it! Sorry if the language is not perfect I’m not English so it was hard to find the perfect words for the situation
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warnings: smut !! slight racism( not from Hal!) slight misogynistic (not from Hal!), a little god complex lol, Hal and reader being fast at acknowledging their feelings
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You glared at your father, seeing him bow in front of the England King who was looking down at the two of you, clearly waiting for you to show some type of courtesy.
“Excuse me for the behaviour of my daughter, she is young and foolish.” your father explained to the man in front of you and a scoff escaped him.
“Being young is not an excuse, my youngest son, Thomas of Lancaster, is a respectful and obedient child.” He smirked in the direction of his son, looking at him with pride. “You should educate your daughter Sir, if she keeps this attitude no sane man would want to marry her.”
You maintained your calm and fought yourself to not roll your eyes at him and his stupid son.
“It's a pleasure to finally work with people from overseas.” The king of England said with a condescending attitude, clearly looking down on your father and his kingdom. Your father didn’t even bother to tell him that he wasn’t a representative of all overseas, he was a calm and wise man, knowing that you shouldn’t bother to be angry at fools. You, on the other hand, didn’t have his patience and as the time flew you only wanted to slap this petty king in the face and go back to your country where people had a lot more manners.
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You were sitting at the banquet, clearly uncomfortable, everything was so different from your ways.
“You’re beautiful,” began the young son of Henry IV, sitting right next to you, “We never see people like you around here.” He stated and with his smile you understood that it was supposed to be a compliment. You nodded with a polite smile as the boy kept glancing at you throughout the night, trying each time to find a reason to talk to you.
“Well, look who decided to show up.” Exclaimed the King bitterly. Everyone turned their head to the majestic wooden entrance door, seeing a young slightly curly haired man, standing there, confidence but also annoyance and strength radiating off him. “Seems like my fool of an heir has decided to show up for once. What is bringing you here?”
“Your invitation father.” The man blankly stated as he sat at your table and you now had the occasion to look at the integrality of his features. Even if his hair was slightly long you could still see his defined jaw and cheekbone. He had a tired gaze, with dark circles decorating his greenish eyes and even if you knew that it wasn’t decent, you couldn’t help but let your eyes travel to his neck and collarbone, seeing the dark marks dotting his skin. The prince seemed to have decided to abandon all of his duties to enjoy the various pleasures of the common people.
“I’m glad you finally decided to leave the mud and prostitutes.” Henry IV muttered to his son who didn’t answer, only the way his jaw clenched indicated that he had heard his father’s remark.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity for you, Thomas left your side to go dance with some duchess, which left you the time to breathe a little bit. Thomas was a gentleman, representing perfectly how a prince should behave, but he was smothering you. Most of the guests were dancing so the table you were sitting at was almost empty. As you scanned the room, your eyes catched the eyes of the oldest King’s son who was already watching you. You quickly derived your gaze, hoping he wouldn’t mind you. However, the man saw this exchange as a good moment to approach you and before you even knew it he was now sitting in front of you.
“I’m sorry to intrude like this,” he began, his low voice pleasing your ears, “I know I never come in this castle but I’m sure I’ve never seen you before.” His eyes were lingering on your every feature.
“It’s because it’s my first time coming here Sir.” You said and watched a little smile forming on his face.
“Well, what a pleasure to meet you Lady..?” He let his voice trail, waiting patiently for your name while he took your hand gracefully in his.
“Y/n.” You answered, your breath was slightly cut off by the tender kiss he laid on the back of your hand.
“Lady Y/n, I’m Hal.” He smiled, his eyes almost felines and you just nodded, his hand not letting yours go. You found it odd to see that he wasn’t bragging about his title, all of the people you met here were obsessed by their nobility.
“If you allow me, Sir, I’d like to retire and go get some rest.” You asked even if you planned to leave no matter the answer he gave you.
“Of course beautiful, sleep well.” He playfully said and you refrained from laughing which made him smile.
Your room was spacious, and well decorated. A guard had escorted you and a maid was staying near in case you needed any help. That, plus the pretty prince you had the chance to meet was making you relativize on this little stay. As you hopped in the bath the maid had prepared for you, you couldn’t stop your mind from thinking about the mysterious prince that brightened up the annoying banquet. Thinking about the softness of his hand around yours, you let your hand travel slowly to your core, taking your time to caress your chest and thighs before finally letting your fingers play with your clit, imaginating that it was his long and delicate fingers. You let out a soft sigh at the memory of his delightful mouth on your flesh and wondered how his lips will feel in all these inappropriate places of your body.
After your relief you wrap yourself in your towel, using all these foreign products to oil your body before finally putting on your night clothes.
The next morning the maid woke you up by pulling the curtains to let daylight enter your room. The warmness in the room was enjoyable but you wish you could stay a bit more in your sheets.
“The prince of Wales requests your presence, your Highness.” The maid sweetly said as she served your tea before preparing your clothes for the day.
“Where should I meet him?” You asked without even taking in the fact that it was perhaps inappropriate to meet the prince alone in what seems to be a private meeting.
“He’s waiting for you behind your door, he asked me to demand your permission to come in.” You couldn’t believe how this man was, he really didn’t care about etiquette did he?
“Then tell him to come in.” At your words she opened the door, revealing Hal who wasn’t even dressed up for the day. He seemed so normal that you almost forgot the formalities.
“You can leave us.” You sweetly said to your maid as she slightly bowed before leaving. Hal immediately jumped on the occasion to approach you as you were sitting on your bed watching him.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, you were clouding my dream.” He announced with a sultry voice, “my Lady, you are all I have ever sought, and if having you means accepting my noble life, the tasks and obligations that go with it, then I will. I’ll do it just to carry you on the throne and to call you my queen. I’ll do it to be able to make love to you every day passionately, to see you bear my heirs. I know it’s indecent, I know it’s not how we’re supposed to do it, I should demand your hand to your father and I promise I will. Love me Lady Y/n, please, I’ve done a lot of things that someone like me shouldn’t have done but I will abandon it all for you, for your love. I don’t care what the people will think about us, I don’t care what the kingdom will think. The only thing I can care about right now is you and the immense crave for your affection I have. Love me, let me take care of you like you deserve it, let me be your lover, even your worshipper if it means I’ll have even a little fragment of your attention. I know we just met but I’ve never felt this way for anyone before.”
The curly haired boy was panting, and so were you. It was all so sudden but horribly delicious. His hands had found yours during his speech and your nails were now scratching softly his skin as your eyes glossed on the way his lips were slightly quivering or his hands were shaky or even how his eyes were full of hope and a glint of passion was drowned in them.
“Sir…” your voice was so small, you even had difficulty hearing yourself, “This is so wrong, so wrong on so many levels.” His face dropped at your words. “At the same time it’s so delightful to hear you say all of that out loud-” Before you could add anything else his soft lips were on yours, moving slowly, lovingly. His tongue was playing with your bottom lips and the sweet sounds of your whimpers and slight moans could be heard. Your voice was making the prince completely wild, now sucking and biting your bottom lip to hear more of it. His hand was now on your thigh, his hand grabbing your dress to the point where his knuckles were now white. You took his hand in yours, slipping it gently under your dress, making him sigh of pleasure at the touch of the softness of your skin. He gently separated his lips from yours as you admired the now plump and rosy aspect of them.
“Let me have you.” His voice was almost begging you and you were ready to give yourself to him but a shy knock at the door stopped the magic of the moment.
“Come in.” You frustratedly said and immediately wandered off of Hal, fixing your dress as he looked everywhere but at his brother accompanied by guards. Thomas cleared his throat in embarrassment and confusion, not understanding why his older brother was in your room, on your bed.
“Lady Y/n, I was wondering if you’ll be pleased to go on a walk with me, I could show you the castle.” Thomas gently asked, watching his brother weirdly from time to time.
“Oh…” You discreetly eyed Hal, seeing the way his jaw clenched and his dark gaze was fixated on his younger brother. “I… Yes Sir Thomas,it would be my pleasure.” You said reluctantly, your nobility showing. Hal stepped out of the room, anger clearly radiating from him as he purposely bumped into his brother.
“Was my brother bothering you in your room? If it’s the case you can tell me, I’ll make sure that it doesn't happen anymore, he has no manners or respect.” Thomas stated as he was slowly walking with you through the castle.
“Not at all, he was just making sure I had everything I needed.” You lied and the prince next to you attentively watched your side.
“You shouldn’t be involved with him, he has damaged our name by his many scandals, he is not a man of good faith. I wouldn’t want him to tarnish your name with his inappropriate behaviour.” You quickly understood that Thomas was suspecting his brother to want to have sex with you, and even if you wanted it, the fact that he noticed that embarassed you.
“I don’t think your older brother is capable of such a thing.” You immediately answered and the boy scoffed
“He is reputed in all the country for his many mistresses. Initially he was the heir of my father but with how he abandoned our kingdom to his now life of debauchery, I have a chance to become Henry V.” He proudly announced and you politely smiled at him even though you didn’t care about what he was saying.
“You should give a little more credit to your older brother my Lord, I’m sure he has his own reasons to act the way he does.” You gently said and Thomas reluctantly nodded.
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You asked to receive your dinner in your room even if it surely offended the King that you didn’t sit at the table to eat with him and his other subjects. You were too tired to speak or act like you cared about the King’s life and decided that eating alone was the best solution to not be rude to anyone around the table and disrespect them.
As you finished eating, you looked at yourself in the mirror, eyeing every jewellery that decorated your body. Some of them had just been gifted to you by the youngest prince of England and you couldn’t help but think it was a way of courting you and you didn’t like that.
You didn’t even hear the door of your room opening before feeling Prince Hal’s hands on your waist, admiring you in the mirror with loving eyes.
“How did you manage to enter my room?” You asked, smiling at him and he returned it immediately.
“Even if I’m not appreciated in this castle I’m still the prince.” You slightly laughed and Hal’s hand toyed your new necklace. “Is this a present?” He softly asked before you enveloped his hand with your.
“A present from your brother.” You simply answered and Hal scoffed before delicately taking off the necklace of your body. Before you could say anything a beautiful gold necklace replaced the old one and Hal laid a gentle kiss on your neck.
“So much more beautiful.” He proudly whispered as he turned you around, his hands on your waist, admiring you like you were some sort of goddess that he wasn’t even sure he could touch.
“Thank you Hal.” You shyly smiled.
“Are we finally giving up on manners?” You nodded before wrapping your arms around his neck and saw the way he smirked while looking at your figure.
“Please, don’t make me regret this.” You simply stated, your eyes lost in his with a loving stare.
“I was craving to see you tonight at the table, you’re the only reason I stay at this castle you know” a little smile decorated his lips
“ I can neither understand nor bear English manners, no offence” Hal simply nodded before taking your hand in his.
“Myself, cannot bear English manners.” Hearing your laugh, Hal looked attentively at you, admiring the woman who stole his heart so fast. “My lover, my beautiful lover, your beauty is almost painful.” His hand was now on your cheek, watching your loving eyes.
“You’re flattering me.” You said as your fingers found their way to his curls.
“I would never be, I would never lie to you my dear. The words you hear right now are the words of a man in love.”
“And the look you’re getting now is the look of a woman in love” you lovingly said and Hal gently pressed his lips on yours, kissing you tenderly, showing all his love to you.
Your hands were now on his neck as your lips moved perfectly in sync. It was so bad but felt so good. You knew that If anyone saw you like that you would be dishonoured but the idea of getting caught only made you more aroused.
“Hal,” you whimpered as his lips traveled from your mouth to your throat. He shushed you as he smiled against your skin, biting it softly but retaining himself to mark you.
“God I can’t wait to be married to you so I can show the entire world that you’re mine, I’ll show everyone what a filthy good girl you are to your King.” Hal whispered in your ear and seeing him like that was making you completely question your virtue and if it was even as necessary as people made you think.
“I thought from your behavior that you didn’t want to be King.” You managed to let out and Hal chuckled.
“How can I make you queen, my queen, if I don’t accept my obligations as an heir to become the King?” He playfully asked and stopped his kisses and before you could protest he simply locked the door. “Let me please you.” He lustfully said, waiting for your approval before guiding you to the luxurious bed of the room. Your nightgown wasn’t covering anything and Hal’s eyes were immediately captured by the view of your hardening nipples. His imposant hand captured your breast, massaging it softly, loving the soft sound you were making from such a little action.
“May I?” He asked his other hand ready to slip under your dress.
“Please my King” you moaned and his hand touched the wet patch of your undergarments. His fingers danced on your cunt, teasing you to hear you beg.
“What do you want?” His sultry voice asked, a playful smile on his face, clearly loving torturing you.
“I want you to touch me.” You said and he made an unapproving sound.
“Aren’t you supposed to beg for your king to please you?” His emerald eyes were now piercing your skin.
“Please, your Highness, I’m begging you, I need release, I’m begging you to please me.” The words escaped your lips with difficulty from how your mind was fogged with desire.
“Such a good girl, a good whore for her Lord.” It was easy to spot the double meaning of his sentence, he seemed to be like his brother said “not a man of faith” and you liked it.
“I’ll always be a good whore for my Lord.” You said, looking at him through your lashes and felt his fingers finally move, touching perfectly your bundle of pleasure, toying it, caressing it exactly like you needed.
“Let me taste you” he told you in his desperate tone and when you nodded he licked your folds, tasting you like he always wanted to. He was hungry, hungry for you as he passionately kissed your cunt, acting like your moan was some sort of drug keeping him going.
“I need more, please”.
He playfully humed. “What more do you need?”
“I need you to fill me up” Hal chuckled before entering one of his slender fingers in you.
“More, more, please” you begged him, wetness pooling between your thighs as his mischievous smile was on your clit. A second finger found your pussy before he began pumping in and out perfectly. His mouth was always sending shivers down your spine as he licked you so greatly.
With his other hand he was palming himself,needing desperately the relief, you were making him crazy and his dick was too hard, he needed to fuck his own hand, moaning and groaning against your cunt.
“My Lord…” you moaned as you felt your high wash over you. At this moment you saw the way his hips were moving even more desperately as he came with you, moaning the name of the woman that seemed to have bewitched him.
“God I’m in love with you” he said after laying next to you, caressing softly your cheeks as you tried to come down from you high. “Let me marry you.”
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Published the 01/12/2022
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His Chosen Queen
Pairing: Timmy x Reader
Warnings: Smut, soft Hal.
A/N: I wrote this at midnight so I might be rushed in some places because I was so tired!
His Chosen Queen!
Hal had chosen his Queen, she was the love of his life and had been with him from before he became King, she was there during his wild days as the young prince, although while the other women he went with were more interested in his title, y/n couldn’t care less. He was utterly fascinated with her because she wasn’t hanging onto him like the other women, she would always serve him with a smile, and she would always ask him how he was and he knew she meant it and genuinely wanted to know how he was doing.
When his father passed away, he went straight to the pub to drown his sorrows even though he knew he now had duties as the newly appointed king of England, he just needed some time to himself to process everything, it was very quiet in the Inn and the moment he stepped through the door he felt soft gentle arms wrap around him, and a voice of an angel.
‘I am so sorry, my lord. Your father was a good man and a wonderful King.’
He wrapped his arms around her back, and buried his face in her neck inhaling her unique scent, she smelled of fresh cotton and rose oil, she felt so soft, he thought as she pulled him upstairs and just sat with him on the bed as he cried.
He began inviting her to the castle and spending time with her immediately after his coronation as King, his council didn’t get it. They had tried to recommend several eligible ladies, princesses and Duchesses but the King wasn’t interested in them, he just wanted y/n, so one night after a beautiful meal and a walk around the grounds he proposed to his lady and was overjoyed when she accepted his hand.
After their wedding y/n insisted on going outside to greet the people and Hal would do anything for y/n so they went out and greeted the people of the Kingdom.
Hal watched his new wife with the people, he watched as she hugged the children and spoke to the elderly, some of them regulars from the Inn, she truly was a Queen of the people and she had won over their hearts.
They spent nearly every day together when he wasn’t doing his royal duties for the Kingdom, which was thriving under the new king and queen, there was hardly any poverty amongst his people now, since y/n had began to work with the local farmers to provide enough wheat, grain and barley for everyone. Y/n made sure everyone had their fair share of everything and the people loved her for her kindness and her intelligence as well as her beauty.
The King was still ruthless and somewhat merciless towards those who would choose him as their enemy, and some even went as far as attempting to attack his queen, but she never feared because she knew he would always protect her.
‘I will protect you with my life, y/n! You are my Chosen Queen.’
She smiled and lay her hand on his cheek in one of their rare moments of privacy and he melted against her like ice under the blazing sun.
‘Then I have no fear of being harmed my Hal. For I have my Knight in shining armour. Many people would not have approved of your choosing a commoner as Queen-‘
‘Name them and I will have them all hanged.’ He glared looking around them pulling her close.
She chuckled and brought him back to her by taking his face in her hands and stroking his cheeks. ‘There are no enemies in the castle my love, be at peace.’
She nuzzled his nose with hers and watched his eyes soften again.
‘Let us retire to bed my King.’ She whispered and took his hand in hers and pulled him upstairs.
Hal was sitting on his large bed staring at his wife watching her getting undressed and leaned forward to pull her towards him by her hips and rested his head on her stomach closing his eyes.
‘My Queen.’ She ran her fingers through his short hair smiling.
‘I am not Queen yet, my love.’
‘You are MY Queen. Queen of my heart, Queen of my mind, Queen of my soul! You are the air I breath, through my lungs. You are the blood that runs through my veins.’
He slides his hand up her thigh pulling her to sit on his lap letting her wrap her legs around him while he pushed her underdress from her shoulders,
‘Don’t stop my king, what else am I to you?’ She whispered against his ear her long hair falling into her eyes.
His breathing hitched as he untied the lace in front of her gown slowly.
‘You are the music i hear in my head at night, you are the birdsong in the morning. You are the voice of an angel that takes away all of my fears,’
She lifted his shirt over his head tossing it aside and ran her fingers up and down his chest before moving sideways and falling back against the bedsheets and pulled him on top of her.
He had slid her gown down to sit around her hips and placed open mouth kisses up her torso watching her eyes close as he reached her breasts and wrapped his tongue around one nipple and sucking gently while rolling the other between his fingers before switching to the other with his mouth, he trailed his tongue along her collarbone before capturing her lips in his.
He moaned feeling her tongue dancing with his and deepened the kiss passionately. She slid her hands down his body and reached for the strings that tied his pants together and pulled them free before sliding her hand in and wrapping her fingers around him making his hips to rut forward against her hand moaning.
She began stroking his hard length sliding her hand up and down him as she moved her head and kissed down his jaw leaving gently nips along his neck causing him to whimper and let his head fall against her throat and dig his fingers into the sheets just by her head.
‘No! Not like this.’ He growled hoarsely and gently pushed her hand off him before ripping the rest of her gown off and grabbed her legs to wrap around him as he ran his cock against her opening teasingly making her groan before pushing into her slowly, both their eyes rolling back into their heads.
He set a steady pace thrusting into her hard and deep and leaned down to kiss her lips as she pulled him down on top of her deepening the kiss, causing his cock to go deeper into her making them both moan.
She wrapped her arms around him holding him close as he thrust into her, the only sound being their breathing and contact of skin against skin, he thrust deeper nearly slamming into her as he slid his arms under her body pulling her close against him panting into her shoulder feeling his hair sticking to his forehead and neck.
‘I’m close my King.’ She muttered breathlessly against his ear as her body jerked upwards from the force of his thrusts, he raised her legs up nearly around his chest and slammed harder and deeper making her scream his name beneath him and came undone around him, he watched her in awe as she came around him his eyes never leaving hers as he came straight after her before collapsing into her arms moaning and whimpering her name like a prayer over and over again.
‘Y/n, y/n y/n, y/n. My Queen y/n.’
He lay in her arms, both drenched in sweat and tangled in the bedsheets trying to remember how to breath again. He buried his face in her neck as she lightly ran her fingers down his back, she turned and lay small pecks against the side of his head earning a nudge and a nip against her neck, she lifted his face and gave him an open mouth peck against his lips which he deepened pushing his tongue into her mouth.
She returned the kiss pushing him onto his back and gently held his face between her hands as he wrapped his arms around her back and just lay there letting her kiss and nibble his lips. She pushed his hair from his face with her fingers before breaking the kiss and laying her head on his shoulder.
‘Sleep, My king. We have the rest of our lives to make love and be together forever.’
He smiled and closed his eyes holding her close and pulled the bedsheets around them falling asleep.
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Hello I saw you asked for requests, could you do an aemond x reader where he has been courting Reader for months. Jacaerys comes back to Kingslanding and ask Rhaenyra for her hand. Aemond is ready to loose it and steal you on Vhagar in case Viserys choose his grandson over him.
Thank you so much if you choose to write it !
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One Way Out
He refused to believe this was happening. It is all some joke at his expense; it must be. There is no way his father would reconsider an alliance with your house to favor his other grandson. Plans for your marriage have been in place for weeks. His mother and you spent ages going over courses, entertainment and guests. They’d already set the dowry. His father cannot simply destroy all of that to the whims of his favorite child, Rhaenyra.
“-Your Grace,” Otto Hightower spoke up, his voice amplified in the large throne room, “Lady Y/N is already set to marry Prince Aemond. It would not be wise to go back on an agreement with Lord Tyrell simply because Jacaryes desires the girl.”
“I love her!” Jace dared to say, eyes glaring at Lord Hightower. 
“You hardly know her now,” Aemond said in his usual soft voice, which still seemed to carry. “She was a child when you left King’s Landing. Y/N is a different person now.”
This was true, but in a good sense. You’d grown up living in The Reach, but once your father was put on the small council, he brought you to King’s Landing. No doubt hoping to find you a husband in the great court. He did. It was Aemond. He’d convinced the king that a union between House Targaryen and House Tyrell would benefit the dragons far more. House Tyrell supplied most of the realm’s food resources. House Targaryen would have ample supplies come winter. It’d sounded like a good agreement. So, you lived in the castle. You’d grown up alongside himself, his sister and brother, and Rhaenyra’s children, Jace and Luke. Joffery had not been born yet. The shy, quiet girl he remembered from his youth had blossomed into a social butterfly. You knew all the latest court gossip, had many friends, and grown into a lovely woman. 
Aemond loved you. Things moved slowly at first, since you were both children at the time and you wouldn’t flower for a while. He was a young boy who’d been more concerned about bonding with a dragon than his betrothed. He only ever admitted this to himself, late at night when his last waking thoughts were of you. But, then he’d lost his eye. He was sure you wouldn’t want to marry him then, but he’d been wrong. You said you thought it was brave of him to stand up to the others and claim the beast Vhagar. You’d sewn him a pair of leather riding gloves, which he wore every time he rode Vhagar, until they no longer fit. 
He’d anticipated his wedding day for years now. You had as well, from what you’d told him. You’d recently had your dress made, even though you refused to show it to him. Now, his father would undo all this work because Jace desired a girl he only remembers in blurry memories. 
“You’ve never once have written to her,” Aemond continued. “You didn’t even notice her when we were children. Y/N was betrothed to me, and I’ll be damned if I let you have her.”
They’d already taken his eye. Now, they wanted his woman. 
“Aemond,” King Viserys called out to him. His voice alone made Aemond grind his teeth, “The matter is settled-”
“-No!” he whipped his head over to his father, an old, sickly man slumped on his throne. “Y/N has been promised to me.” 
“I believe,” his mother intervened, “The only person who’s opinion truly matters is Lady Y/N’s.”
Aemond turned to the other side of the hall to see you standing there, looking more radiant than ever. You wore the sapphire bracelet he’d gifted you for your last nameday. You looked at the group with tearful eyes, though you did your best to blink them back. 
“Lady Y/N,” his mother addressed you, “What say you?”
You didn’t respond right away. You glanced over at Jace and his family, then back to Aemond. His heart stopped for half a second. The sudden worry you’d choose Jace out of fear came to him. No. No, you wouldn’t do that. You loved him. You’d said so yourself. 
“...I...I...” you said shakily. “I choose Jacaryes.”
His heart dropped. He must’ve heard you wrong. You misunderstood the question, maybe. He turned to his mother, who appeared as shocked as everyone else. Immediately, he felt his blood boil. He didn’t hear anything else except the rage beginning to build in his body. He looked over to Rhaenyra, who suddenly noticed his cold stare. She always got whatever she wanted. Jace must’ve convinced her to let him have you. It made sense from a political standpoint. House Tyrell were very powerful in The Reach. When Rhaenyra came into her throne, Jacaryes would be king after her...making you his queen. 
He stormed out of the room, taking long strides, as people continued talking throughout the hall. All those nights he spent talking with you. All the times he let you seem his softer, more vulnerable side. Every time you cried or felt fear, he’d been there to comfort you. He swore to protect you no matter what happened. There must be an explanation. 
And he got it. You came to his apartments an hour or so later. He knew you’d been crying. Your reddening eyes, parted lips, and wet cheeks told him as much. He felt compelled to comfort you, but alas, he stayed in his seat. 
“Aemond...Aemond, let me explain.”
“What is there to explain? You want Jacaryes.”
“I don’t.”
“Then why did you choose him?”
It became clear why when you approached him, wiping your eyes again. “My father made me. He said if I married Jace, I’d be queen one day. A Tyrell girl on the throne? It’s been a dream of his from the start. Aemond,” you knelt on the ground in front of him. “I have never wanted anyone else. I’ve loved you ever since I was a little girl. You’re the man I wish to marry. My father and his damn ambition forced me into this tough decision. Your mother is trying to convince the king to change his mind, but I don’t think she’ll be able to.”
“Because he loves Rhaenyra more.”
A hard truth he accepted long ago. Rhaenyra, his half-sister, was the only child of his grandfather’s first wife. He’d named Rhaenyra heir to the throne before he married Queen Alicent, their mother. He had twenty years to name Aegon as heir, but never did. If not him, then he never named Aemond, the second son. He was too scared to lose his precious daughter, who came running to him whenever things did not go her way. Everyone knew the truth about her sons. It was written in their dark hair and dark eyes. Two Velaryon sons that don’t have silver hair or dark skin? It made no sense. It’d be like his father to gloss over it. He even cared more about the “lies” being spread about their legitimacy when Aemond lost his eye. He’d lost a part of himself, and his father punished no one. 
“I’m so sorry, my love,” you pleaded with him. “I’m so sorry. Forgive me. I had no choice. My father said it was for the honor and duty of my house to do it, and I...I gave into him because he’s my father, and I love my family. You must understand that, right? You know what it’s like. 
He leaned forward, taking both your hands in his. The idea came to him at once, “Then choose. Choose to marry me, and they cannot say anything about it.”
“Wh-what?”
“Come with me to the sept. We will get married with or without them.” He cupped your cheek and said, “I love you, Y/N. Be mine, and nobody can tear us apart ever again.”
“We can’t just-”
“-Yes, we can.”
“They’ll find us. They’ll go to the Septon and the Maesters and have it annulled.”
“They won’t.”
They won’t annul a marriage after consummation. They’d need serious grounds, which they have none. There were certain laws that not even a king can undo. He lifted you to your feet and he stood up with you. 
“Come. We’re leaving.”
You didn’t protest as he handed you a cloak, and led you out of the keep through secret passages between the walls. His mind formulated a plan. Aemond had studied the law, seeing as all princes should. If he wed and bed you, they’d have a difficult time trying to undo the marriage. And if they did...
Vhagar was the largest and mightiest of the dragons. 
You both went through winding streets and back alleys to reach the great Sept on the other side of the city. He still saw people coming in and out. He guessed there’d be a septon there who’d marry them in a hurry for a fee. They kept their cloaks over their faces as he spotted a fat septon in his robes lighting candles around the circle in the middle of the large, stone room. Once Aemond made himself known and showed him the large bag of coins, the septon happily agreed to marry them by the altars below. 
They married under the Faith of the Seven, his mother’s religion. You stood in front of him, torch light hitting your face in the right angles. Nerves electrified his body. He did not stumble over his words or forget the vows as the septon tied your hands with his. When you kissed, he never felt happier. 
To bed you, he led you down the Street of Silk. A brothel is the last place they’d expect Prince Aemond to be, and there was only one place he knew. The madam of the brothel grinned flirtatiously when she saw him. He recalled her from the last time he’d visited with Aegon several years ago. He told her his predicament, and she offered them a room for a fee. A hefty one. You felt uncomfortable being there at first, but once you both stood alone in the small room, all that fell away. He stripped your clothes off piece by piece, and you did the same in return. He spent the rest of the night learning every inch of your body; the parts that made you sigh softly and the others that made you tremble under his fingertips. You were his, and he was yours. Nobody would part you. 
The sun shined high in the sky by the time someone managed to find you both. Ser Criston Cole and two Kingsguard stood in the doorway, shocked and speechless as they stared you both in the bed. Aemond stared right at him. 
“Have you...?” Ser Cole asked, not daring to ask it out loud. 
“We have.”
“My prince,” he said, “Your father will be angry when he hears of this.”
“My father is a sick, old man who isn’t long for this world,” he replied, arm around your shoulders as he drank from his wine cup. You cuddled up to his side, sheets up around your chest to cover yourself. “I don’t think we should take anything he says seriously.”
“He expressly said your betrothal was broken.” 
“He might’ve been under the influence of milk of the poppy,” you added. “He isn’t in his right mind these days. He can’t do much to stop it now,” you said, putting Aemond’s cup aside and kissing him. 
“Not a thing,” he smirked, pecking your lips. “You’ve done your job, Ser Cole. You’ve found us,” he pulled you onto his lap, “You may go now.”
“You are meant to come with me to the keep, Your Grace.”
“We will,” he said, beginning to kiss down your neck to your breasts. 
“Just not now,” you sighed, starting to grind into him. “I haven’t finished with my husband, yet.”
“Your father will send more men, if you do not come with me now,” Ser Cole said. “You must explain yourselves.” He then saw you both begin losing yourselves in each other again, and said, “At least come to see your mother. She has been terribly worried for your safety.”
“I will see her soon. Now leave, Ser Cole.”
The man turned to leave, then said, “They will not stand for this.”
“They will.”
“They won’t. Rhaenyra isn’t used to not getting her way and that’s extended into her children.”
“If her and her bastards have a problem with it, then they’ll have to answer to my dragon.” 
They would run away. He’d take you far from King’s Landing to where they could not find you. He refused to back down to Jacaerys Strong. Ser Cole took this to be his official dismissal and left. Then, he drowned himself in you once more. 
When you both came back to the castle, the small council immediately summoned him. His mother sat at the head of the table, with Rhaenyra on one side, and the other council members on the other. He stood in front of them as he recounted his night with you, and the wedding ceremony they cannot undo. Maester Orwyle confirmed Aemond’s story. Once a marriage is consummated, an annulment would be difficult. His mother was more than happy to let it go, since there isn’t much to do about it. Rhaenyra grilled the Maester for a while about the technicalities. Aemond believed she spoke mainly on her son’s behalf, and not her own. They called on the septon who’d performed the ceremony, and named those who’d witnessed the union. A maester was sent to your chambers to examine you, to see whether he’d truly taken your maidenhood, which was confirmed when he returned. 
“There is not much to be done,” Lord Hightower sighed, content with the final result. “Lady Y/N Tyrell is now Lady Y/N Targaryen, it seems.”
He could tell this bothered Rhaenyra highly, most likely worried at how upset her son would be. Aemond had no interest in the problems of a bastard boy. He had you now, and he’d never let you go. 
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A/N: okay, I know this didn’t really go with the whole running-away-on-vhagar thing, but I’ve done something similar before and wanted to go a different route. I like to think Aemond would do anything possible to make the marriage happen regardless lol thank you for requesting! 
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foxherder · 6 days
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Reading List Part 13
My reading recommendations! None of these are mine. Most of these are Loki x reader fics so I’ll only mark it if not. I apologize for many pings in advance!
NSFW: 💜 | Fluff: 💖 | Angst: ❤️ | Dark: 🖤 | Agere: 💛 | TBR: 🤎 | My favs: 💙 | Festive: 🎄| Smuttish: ❤️‍🔥 | Birthday: 🥳 | Kinktober: 🎃 | BDSM/kinky: ⛓️ | Ongoing 💚
Headcanons
To be updated.
Drabbles/Imagines
riding Loki by @lokisgoodgirl 💜
a naughty sleigh ride by @multi-fandom-imagine 💜🤎🎄⛓️
Oneshots
Stay Still by @hopelesslygaysstuff (WandaNat x fem!reader) 💜🤎
The King of Asgard by @smolvenger (Loki x fem!reader) 💜❤️💖💙
Five Times by @lokisgoodgirl (Loki x fem!reader) 💜
My Lord by @smolvenger (Prince Hal x fem!reader) 💜💖❤️
Touch-Starved by @mischiefmaker615 (Loki x fem!reader) 💜💖
The Three Times Natasha Proposed to You and the One Time You Said Yes by @m0nsterqzzz 💖🤎
You’re All I Ever Need by @scarlethexelove (Kate x plus sized fem!reader) 💜❤️💖
we’ll get in the car, and you’ll learn to kiss me by @notanactressyayy (ex!Nat x fem!reader) 💜❤️💖🤎
you’ve been my muse for a long time, you guide me through every dark night by @notanactressyayy (Nat x fem!reader) 💜🤎
Underneath the Willow Tree by @sarahscribbles (Loki x fem!reader) 💜⛓️
Exposure by @simplyholl (Loki x fem!reader) 💜
Hard to Get by @mischiefmaker615 (Loki x fem!reader) 💜🖤
gold-skinned, eager baby by @wandasfawn (Wanda x fem!reader) 💜💖💙⛓️
good morning by @themidnightcrimson (Wanda x reader) 💜🤎
Subtle Seductions by @jiyascepter (Loki x fem!reader) 💖💙💙
Car Rides by @nastybuckybarnes (Bucky x fem!reader) 💜💖
Illicit Affairs by @sarahscribbles (Loki x fem!reader) 💜💙⛓️
Not Wasting Time by @nastybuckybarnes (Bucky x fem!reader) 💜🤎
Knee Soxxx by @nastybuckybarnes (Bucky x Steve x fem!reader) 💜🤎
Close for Comfort by @lokisninerealms (Loki x fem!reader) 💜
Captain’s Orders by @lokischambermaid (Steve x fem!reader) 💜🖤💖🤎⛓️
Protection by @loki-cees-all (prince!Loki x fem!reader) 💜💖❤️🤎⛓️
Comfort Food by @fandomnerd9602 (Wanda x reader) 🤎
skirt by @themidnightcrimson (Wanda x reader) 💜🤎
Window Crashin’ by @spaghettiposts (WandaNat x spidey!reader) 💖🤎
Some Things Are Easier to Say in the Dark by @loki-cees-all (Loki x fem!reader) 💜❤️
Reckless by @simplyholl (Bucky x fem!reader) 💜🤎
I’ll Stay by @wheredafandomat (Loki x fem!readee) 💜❤️
Endless by @wandasfavreal (Wanda x fem!reader) 💜🤎
Series
Taste of Divine by @wandagcre (Wanda x fem!reader) 💜🖤🤎⛓️
Hide and Seek by @saberstars ❤️‍🔥💖
Slipping and Gliding by @softestqueeen (Nat x afab!reader) 💜🤎
I Want You by @lokigodofmyheart (Loki x fem!reader) ❤️💖💚
Make You Mine by @wandasfavreal (stepmom!Wanda x fem!reader) 💜🖤🤎⛓️
Riding Lessons by @nastybuckybarnes (dad’s best friend!Bucky x dad’s best friend!Steve x reader) 💜🖤💙⛓️
pt. 2
pt. 3
Other Reading Lists
To be updated.
Authors
@chennqingg Masterlist
@nastybuckybarnes Masterlist
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12
To be updated!
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Presume Not That I Am What I Once Was - The King (2019)
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Pairing: Prince Hal/Henry V x female!reader
Description: You and Hal fall for each other as both of your realities come crashing down, all at once.
Word count: 801
Warnings: mentions of sex, female anatomy and allusion to pregnancy, supporting character death (?)
A/N: Hiii! Long author’s note warning. It’s been so long since I’ve posted on here. Of course the first fic I write on return is about the love of my life, Prince Hal. Now, for the record, I will always, ALWAYS see Tom Hiddleston as Hal. Full stop. #HollowCrownSuperiority. But yesterday, I was looking at scenes from The King (with which I take great issue, but we aren’t ready for that conversation) and the visuals (read: Timmy’s face) were giving way too much for me not to be inspired to write about such a complex, clever, and conflicted character. Soooooo here’s 800-ish words about our beloved prodigal son/wayward prince turned King of England. Oh, also, right below here is *probably* my favorite Shakespeare monologue. Very revealing (and confounding) of Hal, and what made me fall in love with this character. <3
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Henry IV Act I, Scene ii
PRINCE
I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humor of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapors that did seem to strangle him. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work, But when they seldom come, they wished-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So when this loose behavior I throw off And pay the debt I never promisèd, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glitt’ring o’er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
You didn’t know it would be the last time. The last time you would hear the voice he never used around anyone else but you, tender, caring, adoring. The last time you would see him grin like he did when he was too far gone from drink, euphorically gleeful. The last time you would ever be able to touch him. Here, he wasn’t the Prince of Wales; he was Hal.
You weren’t expecting to feel the way you did about him. The way your heart beat faster each time he swaggered into the Boar’s Head Inn. The knot in the pit of your stomach when you’d come downstairs to find Sibyl perched on the prince’s lap with his hand ‘round her waist. You kept your eye trained on him every night, gambling and singing and fucking the night away.
At first, it was just like any other lay with the drunken, unkempt men that passed their time here. Just bodies moving together. Over time he visited Sibyl less and less, and wasted no time pulling you upstairs. He would stay the whole night and hold onto you in his sleep.
He wasn’t expecting to traipse around Eastcheap only for his mind to wander back to you. Back to the conversations you two shared in that Spartan single-room apartment after it was all over, the both of you laying entangled atop sweat-soaked sheets. He loved watching you gaze at him in the candlelight as he murmured tales of his antics with Falstaff and Poins, almost always punctuated with the faint grunts, cries, and rhythmic banging and rocking from all around, a prelude to another round of lovemaking.
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It was the night after his father, Henry IV, had succumbed to the pox. Hal wasn’t gentle this time. He fucked hard, the rocking making you nauseous at one point, not that he would have noticed because he had kept his eyes closed the whole time. You wondered what was going on in his head. You wondered when you would summon the strength to tell him. Hal thrusted and thrusted, but it was all for naught. His moans turned to whimpers. He collapsed beside you; head buried in the crook of your neck as he broke into a sob. 
“Hey, hey,” you said, turning to him and pulling him into you, your hand cradling the back of his head. His breath came out in warm huffs and tears seeped onto your breast.
“My father...” Hal mumbled. You pulled his face up to yours, thumbs wiping the tears from his bloodshot eyes. He looked tragically beautiful. While you cursed yourself for what was to come, Hal replayed his words to his father’s councilors. Know now that you will be watched over by an altogether different king. Hal assumed – no, he knew – his father saw him as nothing but a royal pain. His thoughts were interrupted by your quiet groan. You winced and looked down, hand to your lower stomach. Hal’s eyes followed. You hadn’t meant to let out a sound, jerking your hand back down to the bed. In fact, you had been good at hiding it. Or so you thought. Your eyes traveled slowly back up and you met your lover’s gaze. You’d never seen so many thoughts go on behind someone’s eyes, grief, trepidation, yearning, remorse… You held each other as hard as you had the very first time, a goodbye of sorts. But that was the thing about goodbyes, endings – no one ever shared them for the same reason. 
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Snow fell the day Hal became King Henry V of England. The Abbey bells rang out around London. Your hand slid to your belly instinctively and gazed at the city from your window, just barely making out the palace in the distance.
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The Tavern Prince (Prince Hal x fem! Y/N Oneshot)
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Summary: You are shocked and unhappy to find out you are betrothed to notorious rake, Prince Hal. But one evening, he sneaks you into the Boar's Head Tavern...and your mind about him starts to change.
Warnings: Smut at the end!! 18+ NSFW! (thigh riding, fingering, loss of virginity, dirty talk, good ol' p in v). Reader is super Proper and Prim and has a stick up her butt just because I wanted her to in this fic for the drama and tension of paring her with Hal (and I'm sick of Pick Me Girls in Historic Fiction. So Much) Mentions of sex and cheating (but no actual cheating, our boy would never. Trust me, I'm a Shakespeare expert). Not believable, but we're running on vibes, not accuracy so forget that couples were chaperoned or whatever. References to Shakespeare's plays and words (like "Die"= slang for orgasm and "wag"= boy).
Word Count: 9K (get some water, besties, and whores)
Taglist: @huntress-artemiss @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @evelyn-kingsley@jennyggggrrr@five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th@ladycamillewrites@villainousshakespeare@holdmytesseract (smut starts at "sweetest of ladies" and ends at "Hal...I have no words.." btw bestie for your comfort) @eleniblue@twhxhck@lokisgoodgirl@lovelysizzlingbluebird@raqnarokr@holymultiplefandomsbatman@michelleleewise@wolfsmom1@cheekyscamp@mochie85@muddyorbsblr
“Y/N, we have something very exciting to announce. The king has given his consent. You are going to marry the prince…” your father announced to you at the table. Your mother nodded her head beside him. 
You let a smile spread across your face. You were so thrilled you held your breath for a second. This was an honor beyond anything you could comprehend of what he would say. How many would want that honor? What woman didn’t want to be a princess? There were many princes in the world, but it had to be one of the English princes. They couldn’t mean some other country. The English king had four sons- which one was your groom? Likely not the youngest two- Humphrey and Thomas. They were boys, far too young for marriage. 
That meant- the second eldest son! You interrupted in your excitement.
“Oh! I am to marry John of Lancaster! Oh, mother-father! How wonderful! He’s the sweetest youth- and he is always at each meeting with his father, the king! Oh, what a good husband he will be! I am so hap-”
“Y/N, I believe you misunderstood us,” your mother cut in. 
You froze, blinking quickly.
“What do you mean?” you asked. “I’m not marrying a prince?”
“No, you are…” replied your mother.
If not Humphrey, if not Thomas, if not John…that left one English prince.  
They smiled and took your hands across the table. 
“The one who matters. The one who will make you one day queen of England through your union…”
Oh no, you thought, God’s blood, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, please, please oh Lord Above- please not him please not-
“You betrothed to his grace, the Prince of Wales, Henry Lancaster…”
It felt like a punch. You blinked, and your voice got smaller.
“You mean…Prince Harry?”  you asked.
“Oh, yes, dear girl! Our daughter- Princess of Wales and then Queen of England!” your mother cooed. She went up and hugged you. Not that she could see the frown growing on your face.
Your father kissed your forehead. You put on a small smile. A practice one when they were looking. You swallowed it back. 
You should have been thrilled to find out you were marrying the prince of Wales, the heir to England, to Bolingbroke, to the Lancasters. Your rational mind knew it was a huge honor.
But married to Prince Harry- no, Hal! That was what his vile friends all called him! Seems fit you should think of him as such!
Hal, the rake. The riotous son. The dishonorable son. The one with a dozen prostitutes at his heels! He even wore a glove from one to a joust once!  The rebel. The drunk. The prankster. The scoundrel. The son his father wished could be swapped for another- everyone knew that. The reason why John of Lancaster was always in court? Because Hal was so little seen in the castle and at events and never appeared! Shirking his responsibilities to hang around bars! With seedy thieves and criminals and who knows what else!
You were not strangers. You had spoken with him the few times he had been in court. Your parents were good friends and old allies of Henry Bolingbroke before the chaotic events that crowned him.  The few banquets Hal appeared, you were there. He only appeared at that ball a few days ago. You did have a dance with him. He spoke some, no more than polite subjects and small talk. But he seemed bored. Perhaps his father was breathing down his neck not to sneak out. 
This was to be your husband?!! And this was to be the king?! The one not even his own father could be proud of?!  Bound to until only Death did you Part!?
When you went to your private quarters, and no one was around, you went to your bed and screamed into your pillow. 
You could already see your married life. Picture it in your head. Princess Y/N and Prince Hal, soon King Hal and Queen Y/N. The banquets would be a mess. Late into the night, there would be crowds of dirty, smelly people. Laughing with food still in their mouths and spitting and pissing all over the banquet halls. There would be thieves trying to reach to grab the jewels on you. Or try to grope you, only there would be no protection. So many drunkards vomiting all over the pretty stone hallways and throwing rocks through the tall windows. 
Your waking vision of your future spiraled further in your head. You knew you would have separate quarters. You would have to go alone- you knew your husband's bed would have one if not two if not four ladies of the night to pleasure him until dawn. Or he would go into your room, bold and drunk with liquor and lust. He had the right to barge in when he wanted now. 
It made you want to cry.  
Three days later, there was a celebratory dinner at the castle for the betrothal announcement. All of you sat down. You were decked in a dark green dress and some jewelry given to you. To make you seem more regal. Not that it made you feel that way. You sat with your family, the King of England wrapped in his dark furs. The three younger Lancaster brothers all looked at you with small smiles- perhaps looking forward to having a sister-in-law. There was just one very crucial seat next to you left empty.
Of course, once the wine was poured and dishes were just set, in strode in, red leather jacket, hat, and all, none other than your intended.
You hated that he was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. An ivory face with tall cheekbones, a high forehead, and blue eyes. Tall and lean. He waltzed in with a slight smirk. His arms dangling back and forth so casually. A slight smile on his face.
“I apologize, I am late, I know!” he announced.
The king stood up, his hands over his thick, dark robe on his hips. Following him, everyone else rose up 
“Harry-where have you been?! We were just about to dine at your betrothal dinner!” he chided.
“Only getting ready, father! I wanted to be more presentable-” he insisted, still standing.
“You will be punctual in the future, especially to show respect to your bride!” the king added on, gesturing to where you sat.
You only looked down at your plate. Bride, bride, bride. Once you thought of the word like a dream, like the word “fairy.” Something light and lilting- surreal and beautiful. Something you could attain too. But it only made your stomach curl.
 You could feel Hal’s eyes, already on you. Then he walked forward and pulled out the chair next to you.
As the king sat down, all sat down. 
Everyone began to eat. You barely could look at Hal. When you did, you found his eyes would drift up to see you. Then at once, you pulled yours down. Then your mother boasted of you.
“Our daughter- she was raised in a convent as any lady should be. The nuns all praised her as a good student- so quiet, ladylike, and diligent in her studies. She is learning all the dances done at parties. Oh- and her needlework is wonderful!”
You stood up, nodding.
“Yes! I sewed on little strawberries on my handkerchief! And I am making some new needlework of a pink rose, like the ones in the springtime-”
Your voice cut you off. Aware you were gushing so much. It wasn’t just the fact that the king watched. He was so used to his sons that a younger female presence was fascinating. King Henry the Fourth himself looked at you with a smile and soft eyes.
No- because Hal was listening and watching. you swallowed and looked next to you. Hal’s face was neutral. He leaned on the table, a mouth over his lip, scratching his chin. You saw him swallow a little and then look back down at his meal.
He didn’t like you. Didn’t even like you, you knew it. He was already thinking of how boring you were! You did have a cousin named Beatrice. She was the one who was climbing trees, and talking saucily to everyone and rebelling and speaking and laughing wildly. If only she wasn’t married by now! Then your family would throw her Hal’s way and they would be happy! If he had to marry at all, it should be someone like her! Not like…not like…not like you…He wouldn’t like you, either. You were sure. Calling you boring just because you prioritized manners and decency. Laughing at your sewing and the dresses you cherished so much. 
“Oh, I am sure they are quite pretty, Y/N. And what think you, Harry?” the king asked.
Hal perked up.
“They…they should be.” he replied. 
Copying what his father said .Of course.  He took another bite and then he put a hand over his mouth again.
“Now- we must set a date for these children. What dates shall you say?” the king asked.
You and Hal shared a look and then perked up.
“We want enough time to prepare a decent wedding, of course. And to prepare them. Yet…the new Lancaster family must be secured through another heir, we know…” your father replied.
You could have thrown up the wine in your stomach. You looked down, not daring to see the look on Hal’s face. 
“I agree. And my son must settle- therefore, I say two months from now shall give us enough time,” the king confirmed.
Two months?! It seemed so short. Not even time to come around to it. 
You always wanted romance. To be wooed and won and courted. You dreamed of the day love would finally shine in some man’s eyes as he fell to his knees and begged for your heart and hand. Not thrown away to a scoundrel who didn’t like you.
“Now- don’t you be so worried, dear daughter,” the king consoled.
You looked up, and you saw him smile kindly at you.
“I remember the days I was nervous about my nuptials, too. Do not be afraid, lady Y/N- you will leave your family, but you will have a new one. Think of me more of a father here than king. You shall have me and three brothers who will look after you and be sure you want for nothing, my dear. And therefore…”
His eyes shot to Hal.
“If this rapscallion does anything to you before the marriage- hurts you. Breaks your heart-anything. You shall come to me and ask to end the betrothal, and you will have my blessing.”
Hal’s jaw dropped.
You gave the king a smile, a genuine one.
“Thank you, your grace.”
You went back down to your food, eating with more of a flourish. Hal then turned to you. It was the first few words he spoke directly to you that night. You braced for a bawdy joke about your wedding night from him, but there was none.
“We do have confits, here, my lady- would you like to try some?” he asked.
He offered you a golden bowl full of little sweets. They were tiny white spheres. He pressed the bowl your way as you peeked in.
“I’ve never had any,” you remarked.
“They are well, after dinner.“Here- try some,” he said,
You popped one in your mouth. And let out a sound of appreciation. They were very light and sweet, you nodded your head.
“Hm- very nice. And they are…sweet, my lord,” you commented.
You took another one as the servants arrived to clear your plates.
The next day was a formal announcement. It would be put on the doors of every church. And all of the court was gathered to watch with their rich cloaks and jewels glinting in the sun. 
In Hal stumbled. How pale he looked- no doubt still hungover. He looked at you and he stopped. Then he stepped forward. You felt as if it was a wedding ceremony already and it made lightning 
“We hereby announce an engagement- his majesty, Henry of Lancaster and the Lady Y/N will be married in two months time. Though they are already married in our eyes- we shall congratulate them on their union and the nuptials to follow,” announced the king to applause.
He turned to you both. He gave his son strict instructions, his eyes stern.
“Now Harry- kiss her and call her your princess,” ordered the king.
Hal looked down on you. He licked his lips, looking down at yours. Dear lord- was he about to kiss you before everyone! You instintually jerked a little away. He froze. Hesitated. He lowered his mouth and then set it tight shut again. Then your intended whispered in your ear.
“The cheek?”
You paused. It didn’t sound as bad as the lips.
“Yes,” you answered. 
He gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek with it seemed half of England to witness. 
This is began. Four long weeks of learning everything one had to know of being a princess. Learning French to converse with ambassadors, the history of the throne, the order of the servants, current matters, in addition to etiquette (which you took to very well) and so many things your head spun. Numerous formal public events where you had to stand by Hal and pretend you were a smiling, happy bride. Swallowing back what you really thought of him.
 Only talking to him when required. 
You didn’t doubt tha the didn’t like you.
No doubt he wishes he was off in Esatcheap, you thought. He doesn't even tolerate me.
All of your life, you did what you were told. It kept the peace. You never asked for much- just to be safe and content. Hopefully one day, maybe one day, fall in love with some nice gentleman and  marry him. A nice, peaceful, happy life. But instead- you had him?! Why couldn’t it be John instead? Or some foreign prince! One who didn’t get drunk constantly!
One day, you had time to yourself. You sat there with your embroidery, putting the pink thread in and out of the white cloth. Glad it could relieve the stress of your mind. In walked Hal, he was a member of the family now and was welcome in and out of your home. You only looked up, acknowledging him. 
“How are you, my lady?” he asked.
“I have been quite busy.” you answered.
He didnt have his cap, but kept on his red leather jacket and dark pants. His auburn curls that shone like amber when he walked by a ray of sunlight. And how…well fitting his jacket was on him. There was something stirring on you when you looked at him that you didn’t like. Attraction and yet also disgust.
“What did you…do this morning, my lady?” he asked. He fiddled with his hands placed on his lap.
He was forcing himself to spend time with you- you knew it. Just trying to be nice, pretending to be nice.
“Said my prayers, Ate breakfast. Wrote a few letters. I had a walk about…” you reported.
“That sounds very nice, Y/N,” he replied.
He sat up. Folding his arms, he leaned against the wall. He gave you a smile as he looked down on you, licking his lips. You had a guess as to what his thoughts were now. But here, without a thousand eyes watching over you, you could indulge in bluntness. 
“And you, no doubt, enjoyed your morning with your whores from the London streets,” you sniped, pulling the pink thread through again. “We might as well be honest with each other if our parents want us to marry, Hal. Expecting fidelity from you is like expecting a fish to sprout wings and feathers. I’m saving myself the disappointment.” 
You  kept your eyes down. Ready to stitch in the next one when Hal said-
“I have not lain with whores…”
You turned your face to meet his, and found his eyes hardening. His smile dropped. He stood up from leaning against the wall. You found your own mouth opening a little, though the words struggled to come out.
“What…what did you say?” you asked. You weren’t sure if you heard it right.
“I…I have not lain with a whore in…five months, Y/N. I will tell you that…”
Guilt burned inside you. You turned your eyes down.
“Oh…I’m sorry…my mistake…” you wished earnestly. “I just know how your…reputation of…you know…”
“I cannot blame you that…” he commented.
You kept sewing, with a bit more fervor. You saw Hal out of the corner of your eye get closer to you, sitting beside you. 
“You are always busy, my lady. Always doing something. Don’t think I do not notice how you study everything one must know to…to… I hardly see you smile.” he said. 
You looked up at him.
“I have serious matters to bear- and I for one, take this upcoming marriage seriously…” you said. “If I must adapt to life in the castle, life as a princess-your princess- I will know how…”
“It is all you do…”
“It’s my duty to…it’s what…what it means to…to marry you…” you sputtered out.
You didn’t know why you suddenly felt so anguished, so sad. You saw the imprint of hte needle on your fingertips. They felt sore- how long had you sewn?
“You think I don’t…don’t take this marriage seriously?! That I don’t take you seriously?!” Hal asked.
You tossed it down and went to the window to look outside to the green trees and grey sky. Unable to face him, wrapping arms around yourself. Feeling tears in your eye ducts.
“Hal…you know I am not the kind of person you’d choose to be your wife…you know I am not the kind of lady you fancy…just go…I don’t care if you’re betrothed to her or buy her for the night, at least you’ll be happy with some other woman. Just…just admit it…You don’t like me, I will…I’ll just make you miserable, I’ll…spare you the disappointment. I’ll speak to your father- ask him to end it… just- go and end the betrothal and leave me in peace…”
You felt a few tears in you. 
“My lady…you’re…you’re crying…” he commented. 
You heard him walk behind you. You finally confessed it all.
“Hal…I wanted…I just wanted to..to have a good life. A normal, peaceful life. I dreamt of…of love and of being wooed and courted and romance…and now here I am, but…but…I’m…”
You thought of it. The upcoming days. Everything. Your life upheaving. Married and made royalty in months.
“I’m just…overwhelmed…” you confessed.
You felt tears go down your eyes. You flinched. You expected him to laugh at you. To scoff at you. He didn’t.
You turned around to him. He found your handkerchief, white with strawberries sewn on it, and handed it to you. You wiped off your face.
“Do you want to know a secret?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“The reason father wanted me to marry you was that you were always so good, so rule-abiding. He believed you would tame me. But I see you…you’re so afraid of pleasing others. You forget your own pleasures in life-haven’t you ever wanted to see life? Life outside of manors and castles? See real people? Not lords and ladies- What it is like?” he asked, leaning closer to you.
You looked up. He opened his hand. You accepted it.
“You look like you have never relaxed a day in your life! And for all your assumptions about me…have you ever seen a tavern, my lady?” he asked.
“I…I…uh…no. No, I haven’t,” you confessed.
“Then…how about a change of scene?” he asked. He gave a small wink. It made you a little breathless.
•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•
You were dressed in some peasant clothes that fit you- a simple blue dress over a white shift and a brown belt and long sleeves. Simple, but pretty. You liked pretty things and wanted to feel a little even as a peasant. Hal in his usual red leather. You both rode out on his black horse He took you out to those streets. It buzzed with flies. You could smell meat and see the butcher’s wares of dead animals hung out everywhere. A tall dog wagged its tail and sniffed the ground. It went up to you and you petted it. He felt scruffy and soft and panted with a smile. Then he went about sniffing. Hal turned to you. He looked out. It was a steady crowd of people going about. You couldn’t help but look about you.
“Here, my lady…take my hand,” he offered, outstretching his.
“How come?”
“I don’t want you to get lost,” he explained.
You accepted it. Feeling it’s warmth as he walked you through. Many turned to see him and bowed to him. It amazed you. He looked around- you never knew so many just ordinary people. All about. Lvinig their lives- how fascinating they were.
He then smiled.
“This…this is the one. The one that’s my favorite!”
It was called The Boar’s Tavern. He helped you in. Already it was crowded with people. Wooden and smelling of roasting, rich, savory meats and of ale, of wine. People chatted everywhere. Children played about with balls made of cloth. Ladies sat on the laps of men and laughed.
In was a woman with an apron, a hat over her head, and fingerless gloves. She was short and had grey hair and bright, red cheeks from her bustling about. 
“Aye! It is his grace, our Hal!”
He went up to her and kissed the side of her head.
The woman turned over and peeked at you, merely folding your hands before you. 
“And my-who is this lady?”
You curtsied out of habit and placed your hands before you. Suddenly shy.
“Mistreress Quickly-this is the lady Y/N. She is…she is my betrothed. Lady Y/N, this is Misteress Quickly-she owns and runs this tavern.”
You looked about. To think- she, a lady, ran this whole business! It was hers! She wasn’t a whore or a wife, she was a woman of business!
“All of this is yours?” you asked.
“Aye, it is. A right and good establishment, if I say so.” Mistress Quickly boasted.
“It’s…it’s very…it’s cozy…and it looked fun!” you said.
“Oh, we do have some fun. Hal-pour her some sack. We will give her some and a meal, on the house! Especially one about to be Lady Hal- oh, to think I’d see the day!” she remarked. 
She went over to gather up a fire for your meal and drinks. Men went about to lounge and laugh with each other. And about were women. Their shoulders exposed, and dresses cut to show more of their decolletage. Would they laugh at you? No…they were focused on drying their laundry. Or their eyes would turn up to you, nodding heads in acknowledgment before returning to their business. Misteress Quickly arrived and handed you both cups of wine or “sack.” It felt cheaper than what you drank at home-but stronger, burning down your belly. 
Then, finally, one approached you. Her head tilted in curiosity. She had unbrushed blonde hair and a dirty dress that revealed her shoulders. She put her hands on her hips.
“Why- you’re the lady Y/N, ain’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, yes I am. Pleased to meet you. What is your name?”
“Eh, call me Doll,” she answered. 
It was obvious-A whore! A real one! Flesh and blood! But even if she was one…you still owed her good manners. She looked down and then up at you.
“Why then- good to meet you too. I can tell already you’ve never had to put a toe here- but need not fear. We’re a merry bunch. Harmless. Everyone’s all laughter and drinks and all.,” she advised.
“That…that sounds nice…” you replied.
She went up to you, gently slapping your arm to hold it. Speaking already as if you were an old friend. 
“But you don’t have to be so all ‘yes my lord’ and ‘no my lord,’ here. Some old goat bothers you, you shove ‘im off. Here…have yourself a drink…”
“I…I’ve never met a…a whore before…” you commented.
“Why, now you have. Don't be scared- I don’t bite,” she said.
Mistress Quickly handed you a cup. Hal was already teasing a serving man named Francis with how many times he could run about. 
“Do you…like what you do?” you asked Doll.
“When the man’s nice, like my dear old Jack here” she gestured to Falstaff. “You get enough to get by.”
“Are you scared of having a baby?” you asked.
“You learn all the herbs and tricks to stop that. Most men want you to pleasure them with your mouth, anyways- can’t have a baby there,” 
You looked down at your cup, warm with embarrassment. Then you asked further, lowering your voice.
“Have you…been with Hal?”
She let out a little a small smile. She didn’t lower her voice. 
“Course I have! Yes-some of the women say he visited them. He’s a regular!” she told you.
“Doll, What was he…he like? Does it…does he hurt you?” you asked agian in a quite voice. 
“Hurt! Oh no! He’s sweet as can be! He won’t hurt you- unless you ask him to give you a good slap as he’s ridin’ you!”
She laughed at your embarrassed look.
“I’m…I’m his intended so…I wanted to know, to be ready…” you explained.
“Oh! Nervous for your duty and all that!? Well, I’ll tell you- he is a good man. And he’ll be good to you when it’s your turn. Now…what do you think of the sack?”
You took another sip of your cup. 
“It’s…it’s so good!”
“Try it with honey-it’s even better!”
 She showed you a honey jar and poured a little in your cup. And yes- it was even better. 
Then in stumbled an old man. So bulbous and a face so red he reminded you of a tomato. His white hair and great white beard, boasting to a crowd. 
“Three men! Oh no- I tell you- it was five men, hm yes! Five men I defeated there!” he bragged to the dirited companions surrounding him, all with amused looks. 
Then his eyes lit up, seeing you. 
“Falstaff…this is Y/N”
“Yes, and when I saw those six men, I-”
The man called Falstaff paused his bragging and turned to see you. He put his hands over his hips to look at you.  You curtsied again.
“Pleased to meet you, sir.” you said. 
The old man, plumper than a peach with a long grey beard and a red face went to you. He looked you up and down. Then he talked-talked so much you didn’t have time to reply. 
“Hmmm, ah, yes. This is the Y/N-the famous Y/N, lady Y/N. Yes-how much I see already. Her hands positioned to hold- the little smile, her posture-mmph, can tell already where she’s been. One of those convent girls. But if that is who will make Hal die on his wedding night, he will die smugly… I tell you, sweet wag-”
You turned  your eyes down before the floor. Falstaff was talking so boldly of…le petit mort in a public space! But you should have guessed from the whores how open everything was here. Hal blushed and put his head down. You looked away. Falstaff released a large laugh at your reaction. 
The old knight turned to Hal and patted his shoulder. 
“I’ve conquered many a heart in my day. Oooo, old Jack Falstaff has ways with women. Hmm- the letters I’d send them. There is a Lady Ford and a Lady Page and with one letter  to each, I’ll cuckold their husbands easily! So- here’s my advice, wag. Give her a sweet word, a letter -and she’ll be yours. I can show you the format- yes, yes. No woman can resist the love of the knight, Falstaff…I doubt even less this-”
He pinched Hal’s cheek.
“-Handsome, young prince here!”
He handed you the letters he planned on sending them. To your immense surprise, it was the same one only the names were switched. Before you could comment he got them again and folded them up, putting them in his pocket.
“Hmm- this calls for celebration- for Hal’s marriage and my seduction! Francis! Come over, lad! Give some sack before I die!”
He waddled over to where the cup bearer sat.
“Should we tell him? The letters are the same?” you asked.
“I would rather sit by and watch and laugh at him!” Hal replied. 
Then in came a young man with dark hair and dark eyes-slender and with a triangular nose.
“Oh here! A lady is here?! A new lady-” he said. 
“Why, Poins-here-I would like you to meet her. This is Lady Y/N.”
You made your curtsies again. He only gave you a cheeky smile. 
“Oh, well- tis time!” he muttered.
Hal shot to him with wide, nervous eyes. 
“Poins I-”
Poins then swooped you into his arms. You let out a little shreik from the feeling. 
“Hal! I have your maid! And now she is mine!” he teased.
So light and fun, you did not feel any fear. He caught you and lifted you above him with his strong arms. You were surprised at his strength- he hoisted you up and began running through the tavern. People laughed as Poins ran about with Hal chasing him and even you couldn’t help but laugh too. 
“Oh, Poins, you dog! Let me have her!” Hal cried.
Quickly he ran, you squealed from the feeling. Up high and dangling as Poins ran off. He went to a quick corner in one end and set you down. After seeing that he was hidden, he turned to you. 
“He will never admit it-but the man adores you, Y/N!” he confided.
Your jaw dropped.
“He…he what! Since…the bethrothal?” you asked.
“Before that- for several months since he met you! Won’t even touch Doll anymore!”
Shock flooded your system. The words earlier- they made sense.
Poins put up a hand. 
“ I swear he’s like some doe-eyed lover in a romance for you! He could hardly speak to you in your bethrothal- you make him nervous, Y/N! He wanted nothing more than you since when you first met! And now he sighs and pines. He blushes like a maiden! And seems half a man whenever your name is brought up! Y/N- And I must tell you something!”
He leaned closer.
“Long before the betrothal was a whisper…there was one night. It was dark and four in the morn. My sweet honey lord was quite drunk. He would sigh into his cup. I had to be fetched to drag him to a bed. Do you know what he was muttering? He cursed into his cup, lamenting “Y/N- sweet creature- Oh, Y/N! Curse the day Fate gives you to another!’ before he fell to the floor. Dear lady-show him a little mercy! Or be clever- Turn this prince into your servant when you can!”
You had no words. Your eyes are wide. Of course…this could be a lie. Just something he was making up to flatter you. To prank you. But, something inside of you was telling you it was truth…if so, why would he lie to you? What would Poins gain?
Then Hal swept in, his face bright red.
“Please, enough! Are you hungry, my lady!? I think you should to dinner- there’s going to be music you might like.” he suggested.
“Of…of course,  Hal,” you replied.
He turned around, his eyebrows going up as you used his nickname. The one his friends here called him. 
As you reached over, you clasped his hand. Hal went still for a moment, seeing that you eagerly put yours in his. Feeling your touch. Then he went on.
As you ate, you noticed women left with men. They held the hands of their customers and led them to their rooms. Then the moans and grunts and the rhythms of something hitting the walls not long after. Wet sounds, too- without shame of their volume.  You swallowed the urge to gasp and looked down in embarrassment. Hal only gave a smirk as he ate on.
“Are they…” you turned to Hal.
“They aren’t reading, I can tell you that…” Hal laughed as he picked up some meat and chewed it in his mouth. 
“They’re so…so loud…so…so shameless, I never….Wouldn’t they be embarrassed?” you asked.
Yet part of you…you would never admit it…the sounds also…you liked them. You…envied them. And with Hal so near. His leather just brushed against your arms. 
“When one finds pleasure here, they don’t feel ashamed of it. They just enjoy it.”
“Isn’t it…sinful?” you asked.
“Sinful for how their bodies react when they touch each other? How God made them? If they agree to it, it cannot be, I think…”
 Both of you finished your meals. The sounds of their pleasure became dimmer. You heard people get out instruments and play them. There was starting to be laughter. A gentleman with a large and red nose- Bardolph, went up and greeted Hal. As Hal went up to welcome his friend, you suddenly felt a tug on your arm.
There was a gentleman at least ten years your senior. He had sharp eyes and his strong arm pulled you closer. He gave you a wide, lascivious smile as he handed you several coins.
“Here, girl…” he said.
“Sir…what is this?” you asked, looking at the coins.
“This, this is for you, of course, my dear.”
“For me?”  you repeated.
 It then hit you why. 
He grabbed your arms.Panic surged through your system. He tried to drag you off to the nearest dark corner, but you forced your feet still. Tugging at him, struggling to break off. You managed out of his arms, and then he grabbed your hand. But you stayed still. A glimpse at Doll Tearsheet and your heart was racing. 
“Sir- there’s been a mistake! I’m a lady! I am not a whore!” you stated.
“Ah, the whore thinks she can refuse, eh?! Why else would Misteress Quickly bring a new beauty to The Boar’s Head!” he asked.
“I’m just visiting, sir! Doll is right over there! And plenty of others could use it more than me!” you cried. Glancing towards the other women.
Doll’s head perked up and she sensed something amiss. Even the whores looked among each other in seriousness once they realized what was happening. 
“This money’s not for Doll, it’s for you. You would be a delight in bed tonight!”
Doll touched the arm of the prince by Bardolph, alerting him. 
You were ready to fight him, ready to run, then in came Hal. He whipped out his dagger and pointed it to the man’s nose. He jumped off. Doll ran forward and pulled you away, pulling you into a protective hug.
“Leave her be- you miscreant!”
The villain held up his hands and backed off slowly.
“Why, your little grace..what else have you to do with this woman? I was about to pay for her, like any other man here. Why do you act thus?”
The music paused and eyes turned. Amused and worried, as to what would happen next. Would a fight break out? Would there be more men who thought they could be your “customers?” You cowered further into Doll, clinging to her. Oh dear God, how bad this was getting!
Your heart raced. Hal glanced at you. You looked at Hal with wide eyes. He then unsheathed his dagger and looked at the man. Then Hal made his reply.
“Because she is my whore for tonight!”
The earth stopped turning. You could hear your fast heartbeat and your jaw dropped. Hal went up to you. With great strength, he pulled you from Doll’s arms to his. In a second, before you could process it, he sat down on the nearest surface and pulled you to his lap. You made a small gasp at the feeling. He wrapped an arm possessively around you.
Then he looked thunderously at the tavern. They were silent as he made a declaration. 
“I bought her company all this evening. Tonight, she is mine. And if any man here thinks they can dare touch what is mine, their head will be lobbed off under order of the Prince of Wales- is that clear!?”
He nodded his head, and the other wide-eyed men swallowed and took note.
Mistress Quickly scurried towards the musicians.
“Play! Play! Oh- give us a song! Something merry!” she insisted. 
They played and the tension relaxed. People went back to their drinking and their business. But you remained sitting on Hal. 
“Play along,” he whispered into your ear.
But sitting on his lap… It was making you…feel something. Something you couldn’t quite name. Your heart was beating even harder. Your body felt like it was with fever. And as for between your legs, it was stirring, something, something you had never felt before-and you wanted more of it. He was right there, beneath you. You felt his hands go around to your back.
Others were siting at Hal’s table. You both glanced to see whores with their customers- they were kissing. 
He eyed you and them. Then, he touched touched your chin. He asked.
“A kiss for me, my beauty?”
Enough so that no one would suspect anything. 
“I, uh-yes,” you replied.
 Then he pulled you in for a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss. Feeling his soft lips, the wine on his breath and tasting rich, like you could become drunk from him-his touch alone was making you feel intoxicated already. You tugged at him, and he kept a hand at your back to secure you. You sighed from it. Groaning from it. Then he released. His pupils were wide and both of you were catching your breaths. 
“Hal…”
You then gathered your skirt in your hands and looked down. What scared you was how much you liked touching him. How…how wonderful this felt. How…nice. Something between your legs was stirring. It was getting wet and you sensed it was not with urine or menstrual blood.
Hal then smiled at his companions at the table and raised a glass to them. 
“Y/N…my pretty whore…to the jewel of the Boar’s Head, Y/N-and a jewel she will be in my bed tonight.”
They cheered as they raised their cups. They had a deep drink. You were handed one and drank too.
“Yes-uh, yes, my lord, I will be-uh, very happy to pleasure you tonight,” you muttered in agreement, before having a sip.
He reached his hand down yours. Then he lifted up your hand to his lips and kissed you on your pulse, keeping a steady hold on it as he lowered.
Then they began to boast of how the wine caskets were being opened and how much they could drink in one go. Laughing, they ran over to sample it. 
Hal turned over to you. He had a half-smile
“My lady…your pulse is racing very fast…are you afraid of me?” he asked, though with a touch of cheekiness.
“No,” you answered. But you were afraid of how much you liked this. 
“It’s only when I touch you, is it?” you asked.
“Yes…yes it is…” you confessed breathlessly.
He made a small laugh and you could have sworn he was blushing. 
“It’s only your body reacting to me. It’s how God, how nature made us- nothing more… Can you continue the pretense? For a little bit?” he asked.
“Yes, Hal, I can,” you said.
He then slid you off of his lap to be on the seat next to him. Once when you thought you could cool your senses, he turned close to you, touching your leg as you were near and wrapping his other arm around you.
“Do you like the wine here, my lady?” he asked.
“I’ve…I’ve never had better, sweeter wine…I haven’t drank too much of it, have I?” you asked.
“If you’re still walking safely, then the answer is no, Y/N,” he replied. 
Then the music got to a gig. People got up, getting partners.
“Are they going to dance?” you asked.
“Yes, they are!” he confirmed.
“You took his hands, smiling and getting up.”
“Dance with me Hal- do you know how to?” you asked.
“Yes, yes I do!” he answered.
You led him over as couples gathered around. They managed to kick their steps in time and though he still had trouble with his feet, he was smiling- relaxed. Far more relaxed than he was at any court ball.
At one point you had to turn around. But all you could see was him. Your bodies moved so well together- almost in sync here. You could look at him and do the steps fluidly. Feeling his touch, looking into his eyes. He held your hand…something was different. He kept a hand to your back warm and splayed. It never felt this nice.
Then…it ended. And he was still holding your hand. Catching your breaths and looking into each other's eyes. Hesitantly, he let go.
“Did you like that, my lady?” he asked.
“I…I liked it. Very much.”
You wanted him. You wanted his touch. More of him. He placed you back on his lap as he sat down right next to a table. He nestled into your neck.
“I’ll tell them I’m taking you with me to the palace and then escort you home,” he whispered. 
“People are…are leaving more, now…” you commented. The crowds were thinning. The noise was calming down. 
“Why…it’s getting late…a tavern has two lives. The celebration and then the dimming, the seriousness, when all is dark and gloomy.”
“It’s still…it’s peaceful… I do like it Hal…”
His lips moved to speak and then froze. He touched your cheek tenderly.
“Y/N…” he muttered.
“What is it?”
His softened to you.
“You’re…you’re a beautiful woman…and…and a good woman, too…” he confessed breathily, earnestly. 
“I am your…your whore…” you said aloud, aware there were others. You nervously glanced around and then he held your chin back to face him. 
“Y/N, I don’t care what you are now. I just want you to kiss me again.”
You did, feeling him. His mouth. His touch. He pressed himself towards you- to keep you close again. You heard him sigh into it. Then lips releasing- yet it felt too soon. He whispered your name. His voice. And it was not pretense. 
“Sweetest of ladies…my dearest…”
Before you knew it, he laid you down on that table. Your breath was knocked out of you. You felt your back hit the wood. He crawled on top of you on the table. Your bare legs peeking from your skirt being hiked up from your position, he touched them, feeling your skin up and down. But his weight didn’t touch you and his hands feeling your thigh made you feel even dizzier. He laid another kiss on you. You couldn’t catch your breath. You couldn’t believe How…good all of this felt. And your folds were wetting already, and not with urine or menstrual blood. He kissed you again. His hips touched yours and you felt your legs go up in instinct. A truly whorelike moan escaped you. You never felt…like this before. This climb up, this ecstasy.
This…need. 
He let go of his lips. Then pulled off of you. But The cold air hit you like a shot. But it was still stirring inside of you. This desire…screaming, turning inside you.
You wanted him.
“I’m sorry- I was carried away,” he muttered. “Y/N…I’ll…I’ll stop,”
“No!” you hissed.
He paused, his eyes wide. You went to him and touched his face. You swallowed deeply.
“I…I didn’t want you to stop,” you confessed.
“What?” he mumbled, tilting his head.
The words flew out of you. You gathered yourself on his lap. Feeling your legs wide, the cool air against your soaking, throbbing arousal. You wanted it complete- you wanted him. You touched his face, speaking softly. 
“Hal…I don’t want you to stop…what…what is it like? When you lie with a woman? With a whore? How does it feel? I want to know Hal…I want to…I want you to…to do the act on me. Take me…you are my husband already they say…then show me what is it like to bed you. What will it be like to be your wife? Please Hal-they think I’m your whore anyway- so bed me. Tonight. Now. Show me what it is like…” you begged quietly.
His jaw dropped. He pulled you closer. Another hand wrapping around you close. His voice was husky and his eyes gentle.
"Y/N...tonight...You want me... and you trust me?” 
“Yes,” you answered.
You felt his breaths shudder. Then he took your hand. He downright pulled you to Mistress Quickley in a corner counting money.
"Is there a spare room?" he asked.
She pointed upstairs. 
"For you? The second one you see up there," she explained with a nod.
He paid her. Then, he took your hand and led you up. Your heart was racing, going right up. He opened the door and let you in.
It was a wooden room. Cozy with plenty of space. Humble chairs. A window with brown crossed latched. And a large bed with a feathered mattress and four posters right when you opened the door. Moonlight shone through the windows. There were a few lit candles. Enough to see, but enough it was dim, private, romantic. 
Hal, far too tall for the doorframe, ducked under it with a fluid ease.
“Now…at last, we can be alone…and at last…you will be mine in every way…” he husked.
He pushed the door shut as he kept looking into your eyes. Then He grabbed your face and he kissed you. Then he took his hands and put his hips to yours. It caused friction that made you gasp. It nudged a sensitive part of you and you shuddered.
"Is it locked? If...if someone walks in?" you muttered, remembering yourself.
"Will they disturb the Prince of Wales, now? I will send them away..." he whispered.
You felt his fingers going up from your sides, then to touch your waist, gripping it. 
"I have someone more important with me now," he said with a smile. 
He sat on the bed and pulled you to sit on his leg. You let out a small sound at the feeling. His hand went up your skirt, finding your thighs.
“Spread your legs my dear…let me help you…I will make you ready…” he whispered.
He bunched up your skirt, so you felt it gather around your hips. His hands opened your legs so that you felt his knee right against your bare folds.
The smooth leather of his pants hit against your most private area- wet and sensitive. You felt it…brush against him, the material of his pants. You let out a gasp. So sensitive- stimulated. But you wanted more. 
“Do you like this feeling?” he asked.
You nodded. He guided your hips. It moved back, and then forth- making friction and a chill ran against you. You let out a small gasp.
“H-Hal! That…that feels…feels so good…”
He moved your hips to grind against his thigh.
“There….now darling…ride it like a horse-there,” he said.
He guided your hips to grind against his leg. You placed your hands over his broad, strong shoulders. It was pulling you close. The tension- it was making you gasp. Sounds coming out of you that you never thought you could make-touching him. Even with his codpiece on, you could tell something was stirring inside him too. He gave you another kiss as you rode his leg. Then his hands went over to your blouse. He touched your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“Are you alright, my lady?” he asked with a smug smile.
You let out a moan as an answer. He grabbed you. He kissed you more as if he was drunk and you were ale. Still clothed entirely and already a mess for each other. His voice low, he said into your ear.
"When I join with you, I'm going to make you cry out louder with pleasure than any whore here ever did. And they will know who gives this to you- your lord. And when I'm inside you, there will be more blessings between your legs than any church could give me…”
He kissed you again. His hand moved up to cup your breasts. He moved them around, feeling them. He moved, a finger playing with the string tie that held it together- your shift beneath he began to unlace the strings of your bodice. You paused, the cool air of your chest as it was lowering for him.
“I didn’t say you could stop…keep going. I’m going to undress you slowly- I want to enjoy every inch of you revealed to me…” he ordered.
You kept grinding.
Your blouse was loose, showing your shoulders. He pressed a kiss onto them that made you sigh out another little groan.
His hands greedily remove your garments. He took off your belt,. The little fingerless gloves joined it’s pile. Then finally his hands went to the collar of your dress and shift, already loose. He pulled your dress over your head. Then, in only your shift, he tugged it down until it pooled over your hips. Your bare breasts and stomach before him. You felt his eyes see you, all of you. You chilled from the cold. But he only smiled. He wrapped both arms around your waist and cupped your cheek. He looked down-seeing your breasts rising with your excited breaths. He licked his lips at Your stomach and Your hips. 
“Beautiful…just beautiful…how lucky I am to enjoy you for all of my life now,” he said.
Then he kissed you at the nape between your neck amd shoulder. You sighed into it.
"H-Hal..." you voiced out. 
You held onto him.
“What are you thinking, my love?” he asked.
“That…this duty feels…feels nice…That I…I’m going to be your wife and…I should…perform my duty to you…” you voiced out. 
He put his hands on your hips and stopped your grinding. Then he took and you half threw you on the bed. He went over to you getting on top of you. You felt his fingers then reach one digit to your folds. You let out a small cry. 
"You should know of passion, not duty, in our bed. You should know the ecstasy I can give you every night from now on. would you like that?” he asked.
"Y-Yes...my lord, yes Hal.."
You gasped feeling it. He removed his fingers, slick with your juices. He began to undo his jacket- your wetness grazing the leather and making a small stain. Then removed his black shirt. He went up to you. 
He took your hand. He traced the wrist gently with his finger. Then he kissed it. 
"There is my little sweetling...such a good little wife she will be…doing everything for her husband…and she will be rewarded…”
 You got him, your nails digging into his warm back. He slid a finger back into you. He got it out, then back in. You clutched onto him- feeling him against the lips between your legs as he swirled around. You ground against it, finding even more pleasure.
"Oh...oh Lord....Hal…your fingers are so…so-!”
"Do you like that, my sweet lady, do you enjoy being ruined this way?"
"Yes...yes...more, Hal- I want more!"
“Sweet little bird…so eager, so willing. Willing to please- to let me corrupt her. What would those nuns think of you now, hm? What would they know of what we have here, now?  I will enjoy having you- and I will have you every night. How does that sound for Duty, hm?”
He kissed and slid a tongue over yours. He slid another finger, pumping in and out.  Your legs had to widen to accommodate him. You made so many noises. 
You felt so hot, you felt his weight, shifting on top of you. To kiss you. To adore you. His snaking body grinding against you-he kissed you like you were food. His need. His ache. His hair fell softly through him. He cupped your cheeks and kept kissing you again.He groaned as he kissed
He let go with a smirk on his face. You felt something bubbling inside you- going up.
"I should have…should have taken you on the table...before all of them to watch-"
“Better late than never,” you breathed out, both of you melting into small laughter. 
But right before it climbed too high up, he removed his fingers, slick with you. You took his body in. His beautiful, lean body. How soft yet strong he was. So many muscles in just his arm alone. His chest- how beautiful it was. How…broad he was, too. And not just his chest that felt large. 
He removed his codpiece and slid off his pants easily. Your eyes went down to that cock-hard and eager and huge. Twitching. You had to swallow a moan from it-how was it going to fit in you? He then slid you down the bed-and he remained standing.
“Yes- look at me, darling. It might hurt a little, sweet wife. I will be slow,” you voiced.
But you were so eager-so desperate-you had to be with him. How warm he felt now- skin against skin. He kissed you once more time, his hips teasing what was to come.  Yet he was still remaining standing.
"Here...are you ready, my dear?”
“Yes, yes I am! My lord, please! Please take me!”
You felt his cock teasing against your entrance. He began to graze his hands up and down your thigh. touching up and down them. He looked at your pussy and smiled. Then, positioning your legs already to be between his head. He began to trust in you by sinking in. Inch by agonizing inch, he slowly vanished in.  
You let out a cry-a whimper. You had never been filled like this.
“ Oh my god-Hal!”
He groaned, easing him last bit of his cock inside you. The slight pain then began to melt.
“Do you want me to stop?”
The pain was gone-fizzled to pleasure. You were…getting used to him.
“No…no…please…please keep going. Please-”
He backed and then thrust.
“Oh! Oh- yes-yes, Hal-please.”
The began- thrusting slowly inside you. Still standing and you laying down. His hips rocked back. Creating such friction, such heat, like none you have felt. He was groaning hard. Each thrust was better than the last one.  
All you could say was a prayer. Simply repeating “please-yes-oh, oh my god-please, Hal, please-yes, there, Hal-”
You were used to it, then he increased the pace. He hissed out your name. He held you still so you had to take all of him- not that you would complain.  You felt your voice rising. All you saw was him, felt was him. He was nailing you-he was keeping you right into the end of the bed as he stood. So deep and full were his penetrations. Then his hand slid.
“Ah- yes-Here..my little rose has a rosebud inside her-” he said.
He found your nub, and then began to strum it with his thrusts. Even more pleasure whirled in you- it felt even better.
"Oh! Oh-gods! Hal! Yes! Yes-please-Yes! There!”
"Yes-cry my name, tell all of Boars-nrgh-all of Boar's Head-nrsh-who your lord is..."
Flesh slapped against flesh as he increased his pace. You weren’t sure now- you slide back and forth, whimpering with pleasure. 
“You-are-mine-now-nrgh-Gods and-Fuck-yes your lord-yes-gives you-gods-yes,this-fuck-your lord always-always satisfies you-”
His pace increased. He was grunting, moaning. You now understood why the noises came from those rooms-you were making them yourself. He pounded and pounded you into the bed.
“Hal…Hal-something-something in me-it’s…it’s going up…” you whimpered.
He kept strumming you.
“You’re close-close my dear-it’s going to overwhelm you- yes- it’s-it’s me too- give into it-give into it- cry ou t- let it happen-yes-fuck-yes-yes-yes, now, my dear- come now- come now!”
Then finally, you felt it-pleasure bursting, overwhelming you. It hit you so suddenly, so hard, you let out a shout that echoed.  You cried out-
“Yes-Hal-Hal!”
With a groan and a thrust, brought on by your own brink, he came. You felt him pump inside you. It was probably lucky to have the wedding in two months- if a child came from this, none but you would know. 
He paused, collapsing down onto you. Only to hold you, nestling you close.
“Hal…I…I have no words…” you whispered.
“You cannot ask to break this betrothal…not after what we’ve shared…” he breathed. He then went up to see your face. “Please, Y/N…I…I…”
“I love you too, Hal,” you replied.
He smiled, kissing you. A deep breath of relief through him. He positioned himself there on the bed, holding you for only a bit. 
“We…we will have to get home soon…we…we will get in trouble…” you said.
“What sweet trouble it was….but I will see you home safe…” he replied.
 He redressed you and you helped redressed him. When it seemed the tavern was asleep without witnesses about the main room, he held your hand and led you back to his horse outside. Eagerly you both galloped, but you laughed as the wind tickled you. You found riding so close to him comfortable now and leaned back against him. An embrace as each landing of the steed’s hooves brought you closer. Then you were brought back home.
He was there at the entrance, knowing the servants would escort you to separate rooms, separate beds. He took your hand and then kissed it. A goodnight promise.
“Sleep well, my lady, he wished.
“Shall I see you tomorrow?” you asked.
“Every day,” he replied with a smile that matched yours.
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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
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❆ Twelve Days of Christmas│Prt. II│Prt. III│Prt. IV│Prt. V│Prt. VI│Prt. VII│Prt. VIII│ by smolvenger • 18+ • 〔F᜶A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You must face your first royal holiday celebration —the Twelve days from Christmas to Epiphany —for your first time as the bride and queen of the new, young King Henry V, a man you were arranged to marry, a man you hardly know."
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❆ Green Sleeves by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Hal should be at the royal residence for the holiday but is instead at a local inn with Falstaff and Poins. He has his eyes on you."
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See Also: Navigation || Prince Hal/Henry V Master Index
Authors: @just-the-hiddles || @smolvenger ||
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So I miss writing, I haven’t had any muse for a few weeks now, but I am ready to write again. Would love so new request. If anyone has a request please send it in.
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heartylunalys · 1 year
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your new fic is so good!!!!! pls make a pt 2
Thank you so much!! I’m glad you liked it, I’ll work on the part 2 <3
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itbmojojoejo · 2 months
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Fractured Moonlight / Intro / Finan x OFC
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Pairing: Vamp!Finan x Vamp!OFC
Summary: A prince forced to relinquish his title so that he may have a home, a princess begrudgingly doing her duty to ensure her lands survival, a king trying his best to keep their world from unravelling as war begins and a brush with death that reveals a secret threatening to destroy it all.
Wordcount: 4.6k | Other works.
Warnings: MDNI18+ NSFW Sexual Content. Mentions of death, violence, blood, alcohol, and arranged marriage.
Authors Note: I hope you enjoy whatever this thing is that my brain has been conjuring up for the past however many months xo Thank you @bhxrdy for being my hype woman and @arcielee for being a wonderful beta and fixing my punctuation 💜
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The lands are strung together with delicate threads of treaties that fray and threaten to break with each passing moon. Beings from an ancient rich history that occupy vast amounts of these lands, who once paid no attention to the divisions between mortals and creatures are finally deeply invested in what will ensue, concerned about which kings and queens will stand victorious on the battlefield. 
King Helier is no stranger to war, he has seen it ravage and destroy the covens of his distant cousins, wiping out royal houses in the western isles with the odd lucky few escaping to the sanctuary of the remaining clans. 
He’s fought and then stepped up to restore balance to his land when it teetered on the edges of not only civil unrest from inner fighting, but the threat of a neighbouring kingdom spilling into his and tearing it apart from the inside out. 
The crown that sits atop his head was never meant for him; it was bestowed upon his ebony curls as his sister, their queen, fell into the cruel clutches of a sickness that unravels every fibre of a being, leaving nothing behind but a meek shadow of their former selves. 
Helier gutted the court of all those who would bring nothing but further destruction and decay to his house, all the while the indiscernible shrieking and cries of their once great queen bellowed throughout the castle walls until they grew quieter with every new month. 
The young prince Hal witnessed his father mourn not only the queen on her eventual passing, but an unknown lover who succumbed to the childbed, her life sacrificed so that Helier may have a daughter, Marlena, whose arrival softened his and his people's suffering. 
Thick ebony hair and onyx eyes set against pale alabaster skin– “She has her mother's eyes,” is all Helier mumbled as he pressed a delicate kiss to the head of the babe in his arms, hushing any words that it was surprising she didn’t have the same bright blue hues as her father or brother. 
It was agreed the king’s bedmate shall remain unnamed in the scrolls and that Marlena would be given the royal title of princess. Their kind did not have natural children born into the lineage often; it was considered a miracle for a king to have two direct heirs of his blood and flesh extending the longevity of his house and holding the throne now for two generations in a row. 
Marlena’s early years were seen by few members of court; she was hidden away while the king’s physician whispered that her survival was uncertain and rumours began to circulate that he had presented the child to a trusted mage who insisted he was unable to help. A sorceress had been spotted in the private chambers on occasion and soon enough the young princess was thriving and healthy. 
She was growing and being tutored and trained in all things a leader of lands would need in their arsenal, which at first confused the court. A princess was an important piece that could be used to strengthen bonds through marriage, why would she have any need to wield a sword? To understand how wars are won? They already had Prince Hal as their named heir, the firstborn. 
“They will have the same training, as we should all be aware by now that the second in line is just as important as the first.” was all the king said on the matter. 
Helier proved that his words were not empty by having two smaller thrones placed on either side of his larger, more regal one. Prince Hal sat to his right, and Princess Marlena to his left. Both children were privy to the goings-on of court and expected to be present when council was in session, their opinions heard and taken into account by the king, at first in private, then later in their life openly for all to see and hear. 
It didn’t take long for Marlena’s proud opinions of their land being a prosperous and safe haven for mortals and other beings to settle and live among each other in peace to be known. Her disdain at the other covens seeing every other life form as an enemy or sustenance was clear when they visited during the darkest weeks of winter. 
She shunned the small ideas of a betrothal whenever it was brought up and her father supported this decision, stating that when the time was right he would be the one to make the arrangements. He understood that their lives were not short, and a royal marriage could make or break a kingdom; it could not only be one of convenience in the moment.
As the many decades passed, the king, now aged by greying hair and frown lines, remained seated on his throne carved from glistening rock with only his daughter at his left, as Prince Hal was far away patrolling the borders after a recent rise in attacks from shadow walkers. He listened to the seemingly never-ending list of unnerving events now plaguing the continent and realised he might have to utilise his daughter’s position in a way he never wanted to. 
Marlena pulled and twisted the iridescent pearls of a necklace that wrapped around her left arm and hung from her wrist through her fingers, catching flickering candlelight on their curved surface with every movement. Ivory silk and lace, a symbol of purity, clung to the skin below her collar bones, hiding the rest of her lithe form from eyes that linger a little too long. The ebony tresses she refused to cut were worn in twists and braids with pearls to match her daily jewellery laced through her hair. 
If she had any concerns or worries, it was unreadable in her eyes or body. She sat relaxed as her gaze occasionally shifted from the speaking councilman to those who looked on. 
The council member urged King Helier,  “Your grace, this is the last thing we need as summer approaches.” 
“I hear your concerns Yannic, but what would you have me do? We already have patrols being dispatched more frequently and there is a constant watch on the walls now.” 
“We should launch a full attack, go-” 
Marlena scoffed and interjected, “You’re suggesting we cross the border into their lands? Lands we do not know where we will surely lose numbers and start a war?”
“Princess, we are already at war.”
“No, smaller settlements along our borders are being attacked and raided, which is not the same thing as war.”
“By more than one kind, they have brokered partnerships, they mean to close in on us, trapping and surrounding us here when we are at our most vulnerable how can you say-”
“Hold your tongue,” the king coolly chided. “Yes, shadow walkers are growing bolder and now the sea barons are following suit but it has not been confirmed that they are allies. We have faced worse, what I need from you, my advisors, is to remain calm and strategise. Not flounce and panic at the first sign of trouble.”
“Your grace.” Yannic bowed, stepping away to the side of the hall ending the discussion.
Marlena’s ears pricked and unravelled the muted sounds from distant corridors figuring out who it was that approached; two different heartbeat rhythms but three sets of steps in perfect unison grew closer and closer giving away who it was instantly. The large doors of the throne room were opened before they even rounded the corner. 
The scent of worn leather, damp sand, salty sea air, pine, dewy grass, parchment and ink all melded together, on top of a sweat and musk that only a man can wear drifted into the hall as Finan, flanked by Sihtric and Osferth, drew nearer. 
“Lord king,” Finan bowed, offering a smaller head bow on straightening his posture to Marlena, “Your Highness.” 
His eyes, dark burnt umber with tawny flecks, barely met hers as he kept his focus on Helier. For nearly two centuries Finan had served this crown, humbled by the loss of his home and royal title; he worked his way up from a thankful survivor to a formidable and loyal advisor. 
“What news do you bring, commander?” 
“Traders are having a harder time making it to the docks, and they’re too frightened to try getting here by land. Not so much a major issue for us but…” Us being the long-living, undying, vampyre, “They’re requesting a private audience with you tomorrow, your grace.”
“They can have it.”
Finan nodded and cleared his throat. “We also received a messenger, Prince Hal will be returning before the week's end.”
“Good.” 
Helier stood from his throne signalling the end of the council session and motioned for Finan to follow him to his private office. Marlena’s dark eyes tracked their smooth movements until they were out of sight. 
Standing from her seat she gave a subtle head movement instructing Sihtric and Osferth to follow her onto the sheltered outerwalk way. Her skin was glistening porcelain under the silvery moonlight and glowing amber under the contrasting firelight as she clenched the hanging pearls in her hand. 
“Is it as grim as they’re saying it is?” 
“The traders could just be nervous but truthfully, we won’t know for sure until Hal return’s princess.” Sihtric disclosed, keeping up with her quick steps.
“The messenger gave no details?” 
“No. Only that some men have been lost and they’re coming home.”
“What business would shadows and sea barons have in being allies?” Marlena asked, looking at Osferth. 
“None, it’s unheard of, neither kind is exactly known for being friendly.” He shrugged, struggling to keep up with the pair. “We know next to nothing about shadow walkers, how they live, how an army of them would behave, if they have a governing body, we only see what they’re like under the veil when they’re dead.” 
“Have you fought them before?” Her long braid nearly whipped Sihtric as she snapped her head to him. 
“Yes, but not an entire hoard of them.”
He, and a small number of other changelings, had been making their way towards the coast the very first time he encountered a shadow. They’d been ambushed in the night, by what they couldn’t be certain. They were taller than most mortal men, moving eerily fast with a muddy grey veil that vibrated and shifted around their form hiding their true appearance. 
Any attempt at piercing the figure would cause their veil to harden like a shield, protecting them from the blow. The noises they made were unlike any sound Sihtric had heard before, a mixture of whistling hisses, shrill shrieks and low grumbles intertwined adding further confusion to the ambush. 
By the time Sihtric thought to change his form he’d already lost two members of his group. He found it much easier to attack them with claws and teeth, pulling limb from limb, their moving shields unable to handle the onslaught of multiple punctures. 
He and Rypere had only survived by luck, Finan and his men arriving to finish off the job. 
“Woah big fella, I’m a friend.” The lilt of his voice strong as he lowered his sword, regarding the two changelings in their bear form. The two had been by his side ever since, proud to be in Marlena’s guard. 
“They aren’t the easiest to kill, princess.” Sihtric cautioned Marlena. 
“That may be true but they can be killed. Sunset tomorrow, prep the yard, we start training. I want you to lead it.” 
“Training?” Osferth quizzed, looking past the princess to Sihtric. 
“I want my troops prepared. I will not send them out there blind.” 
Marlena was no stranger to battle. She’d done her fair share of patrols over the many years that passed since she came of age, but she had never been on the frontline of a war and staying behind, watching from the safety of high walls was not an option for her. If she were to send men, women, other kinds, to fight for her and her family she’d be right there beside them, spurring them on. 
As soon as she stepped into the threshold of her private room, Marlena uncoiled the pearls decorating her body, hanging them over the largely ornate bronze mirror that hung from the castle's stone walls. 
A low fire already burned in the fireplace opposite her bed; four tall posts on each corner holding up the deep blue canopy that hung over the sides, a protective curtain should the window ever become damaged during the sunlight hours.  
Sleep wasn’t necessary for her kind, but occasionally it was required, and even then it was more of a deep rest than sleep. It was similar for food, not every vampyre could stomach it but those that could often enjoyed meats, rich fruits and sweet pastries which is why she always had a bowl of plums and cherries to hand.
Squawks of gulls swooping and diving past the shuttered window as the waves of high tide crashed against the cliff edge signalled sunrise, as it did every morning. Marlena sighed while taking a slow sip of her sweetly infused wine, eyes transfixed on the multiple maps of the continent she had laid out on the stone floor of her chambers. 
She scanned the inked lines etched onto the thick parchment detailing the castle in its centre – the coast on the west, mountains to the north, open land that stretches to the red grasses and beyond to the east, and more open land bordered by dense thick forests to the south. 
Mulling over different defence strategies she turned to the window, a minuscule gap in the wood allowing a narrow streak of low sunlight to stream through into the room urged her closer. Mindful to stay in the shadows, she watched dust particles floating in the air, only appearing in the rays as tiny stars before disappearing into the darkness. 
The soft creak of her chamber door opening and closing didn’t pull her gaze away from the crack in the shutter, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The familiar scent of worn leather and coppery spice filling the room was welcome. 
“You’re late, commander.” She half-heartedly chastised.
“My apologies princess, the king needed my assistance.” 
Coming to stand behind her, Finan gently moved Marlena’s braid over her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist, his body molding around the shape of her slender frame and his words breathing across her cheek, “You get closer to this window each sunrise.”
“Mm. Do you not wonder what the sun feels like?”
“I imagine it feels like death.” He smirked lightly, lips skimming down the column of her neck. “Who are you drinking?” He asked, taking the crystal chalice from her light grasp and blindly placing it on a side table. 
“Someone sweet.” Marlena sighed, tilting her head to the side with a hum as Finan’s canine teasingly grazed across her soft skin. His hands on her waist travelled to the back of her gown, loosening the thick ribbons with nimble fingers. 
Layers of clothing were shed and left strewn across the floor, covering the now-forgotten maps in between hungry heated kisses. Hands eager to touch explored the freshly exposed skin as limbs tangled together on the bed. 
Finan dragged his tongue over and through her glistening folds agonisingly slowly, only breaking away to lavish her thighs with burning lips, resisting every animalistic urge to leave deep purple blooms on her pale skin. Marlena pulled his brawny frame up her body with ease, instantly trapping his mouth with hers, hips grinding into his, wordlessly asking for all of him. 
She relished surrendering her body to him, the blistering ecstasy that flowed through her veins from his simplest touch. Time and time again she allowed this over the past eight years and each time it ended she still felt starved, longing for more. 
There’d always been an invisible thread pulling the two together since the day he arrived. As she’d always been expected to attend council even before she came of age, Marlena witnessed him relinquishing his title in order to be accepted into the coven. 
He’d accepted her condolences with a smile that sparked her curiosity. How was it a young prince could lose everything he’d ever known, his home, his family, his influence, but still possess genuine kindness? 
Finan attended every one of her training sessions, at first providing words and cheers of support, then eventually he was permitted to take over to ensure the original swordsman wasn’t being too soft on her. 
With each misstep, loss of balance, and heavy blow that took Marlena off her feet, he’d be right there with a hand outstretched, easily lifting her back up and correcting what she’d done incorrectly. Every touch of his fingers sparking flames against her skin, she could never find it in her to get angry at the way he’d give her warning slaps with the flat edge of the blade. 
He was by her side the very first time she led a patrol, answering every question she had wanting to hear as much as she could about his home life on the western isles, how different their lands and court were. He never refused to answer and kept her company when they took rest during sun up, talking until it was safe to move on. 
The first battle they found themselves in together left Marlena in a state of shock afterwards, his calm words soothing her woes because she had killed for the first time. “Kill or be killed, they would not spare you.” He’d said gently, embracing her for the first but not the last time. 
Finan always followed the rules, making sure the king approved before taking her hand to dance at gatherings; no one batted an eye at the budding friendship. It was inevitable with him being named the head of her guard, and when it came time for him to step aside for his role as commander of the king’s forces, his recommendation of Sihtric being his replacement was accepted. 
His hushed words had Marlena’s eyes lulling open; she rested on his chest with fingertips tracing shapes into the hairs and skin. “Not to cause any upset, but the old man is being pressured.” 
“Betrothal talks again?” She asked, unbothered any time there was unrest it was always brought up. 
“It’s bound to happen, they’re preparing for the worst.” 
“Let me guess, I’m to be shipped off to some distant king or prince?” Her tone amused as she shifted her leg slotted between his and moved to lay between them. 
“A little closer to home actually. It’s-” His words cut off with a sharp hiss as Marlena playfully nipped at his skin with her teeth, instantly soothing it with a circle of her tongue. “It’s just a suggestion.”
“For now.”
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Finan, as always, made sure to part ways with Marlena before the arrival of her handmaid, following the winding corridors and spiral staircases towards the lower levels of the castle unseen to wash up and ready in his smaller chambers. 
Each swipe of the wet linen cloth doused in herbal soap removed the hints of cherry and sweet peonies lingering on his skin, careful to leave no clear indication of his and Marlena’s indiscretions. 
Although he admired her nonchalance for the recent discussions of suitors, believing it would never happen, he found himself unable to speak of how serious the current situation truly was. They were losing men on every patrol of the southern border; tenants of settlements further out had started to move closer in and the issues on the coast were also starting to push inland. 
Fighting battles on two fronts would be near impossible for them, especially with the added problem that they could only fight in full numbers after the sun had gone down, and with summer fast approaching, they were certain to face defeat.
He feared the list of five suitors would quickly dwindle to one, forcing Marlena to leave these lands in a marriage she would surely despise just to save them all. Women of royalty and nobility being a currency in times of uncertainty was nothing new, but the king was usually able to keep his daughter at his side, citing she was too important to be given away in case something were to happen to Hal.
“The most important thing the princess can do at this moment in time, Your Grace, is accept that her duty as a protector of the realm also includes wedlock, especially if that husband will provide us something so desperately needed,” Yannic had urged Helier the evening before inside the king’s private office. 
“Do you have any insights you’d like to add, Finan?” The king asked, rubbing his temple as he pondered the list Yannic had already prepared for him.
“Tying yourself to another coven would provide a much needed strength, Your Grace.” His words left a bitter taste on his tongue, but he could not lie for his own selfish reasons.
After securing his leather cuirass, he rolled up the parchment with scrawled designs for a set of weapons and made his way to the bailey via the walled inner walkway, safe from the setting sun. 
Pushing his way into the smithy, he was met with the heat of a roaring furnace; sweet smoky burning coal, and the booming voice of Clapa.
The giant beamed, “Lord commander!” 
He was considered small for his kind at eight feet tall, which always left Finan dumbfounded when he saw him standing with the others that occupied the surrounding villages; it was probably the workshop that made him seem larger.
“Less of that, I have a small request,” Finan smiled, handing him the rolled-up parchment.
“What do you have for me?” Clapa mused looking over the sketches, his brow raising at Finan, “These designs are a little on the uh…feminine side, even for you.”
“They’re for the princess. She’ll need them.” 
“I’ll get started right away.” 
“Good man,” Finan patted the giant's arm and lingered while discussing finer details of the design until the sun had finally set.
Once outside on the main grounds, he walked the perimeter of the training yard listening to Sihtric address a large group of Marlena’s sworn men. 
“A longsword alone will be useless. Those of you who fight with sword and seax, or sword and axe will have an easier time. If you don’t use both, you start doing so from today.”
A bowman spoke up from the crowd looking concerned, “And those of us who use arrows?”
“For now, nothing changes. You will remain on the walls until we have further information but I suggest you stick around, you may just learn something that could save your life.”
Finan spent the next two nights watching over the yard, checking over the armoury stock levels and avoiding the council chamber as much as possible. While he understood that politics were a necessary part of his position he dreaded hearing a potential announcement and giving his emotions away for all to see, likely jeopardising Marlena in the process. 
On the third night, not long after sunset, the bell tower rang out alerting the return of Prince Hal. The streets within the walled city were lined with worried residents curious to get a look at any losses the prince’s men may have suffered and the guards struggled to clear space for them to filter through the gatehouse. 
The bailey bustled with staff preparing the stables for the returning horses and council members rushing to the keep only to be turned away at the hall doors. King Helier declared it a closed session, he wanted to hear from Hal what happened firsthand before deciding what news was shared. 
Helier perched on the edge of his seat in anticipation, Marlena paced back and forth in front of the three thrones twisting her pearls in her fingers, Yannic stared at his feet with his hands clasped together, and Finan looked between all three of them.
All four glanced at the door at the same time, the clinking of steel armour and rattling chainmail getting louder as the door opened to reveal Hal. His face was set in a grimace, dried mud and blood caking his face and matted into his shoulder-length ebony curls; his bright blue eyes only softened when they landed on his sister. 
“Your Grace,” He breathed, offering his father a bow before allowing Marlena to embrace him. 
Finan sat in an empty councilman’s chair as he listened to Hal explain the difficulties he’d had squashing an attack towards the southern border. The shadow walkers had retreated only to follow them on their journey home. 
“We were attacked during sun up, I lost half my men. We need to ensure each group sent out is equal otherwise our chances of survival are-” Hal was stopped by the king cutting him off. 
“How far was the last attack?”
“No more than six miles out.”
“So close?” Marlena’s gaze shot to Finan, an attack this near to the city was unheard of. 
“Is there a chance they are still there?” Yannic asked Hal, standing from his seat and beginning to pace with his thoughts. 
“Most likely, they haven’t been retreating as they normally would.”
The king sighed deeply as he stood from his throne, “Finan, ready some men. I want them pushed back as soon as possible.”
“Yes, Lord King.”
In his chambers under flickering firelight, Finan shrugged into his chainmail trying his best to not accidentally elbow or punch his squire, who was busy ensuring his boots were adequately laced, in the head. 
Osferth stood by the open door, an arm crossed over his chest with his other hand against his chin deep in thought, “I’ll see what I can dig up in the archives. We may be able to learn a thing or two from Queen Isobel’s time.”
“Whatever it is you find down there you tell no one but me or Marlena. You know how the king feels about you ‘being nosy’.” 
“And if neither of you are here?”
“You wait until we are,” Finan instructed sternly. He was fond of the young mage who already had a wealth of knowledge and a deep desire for more but King Helier had a habit of chastising Osferth for asking questions and Prince Hal was still unsure of his intentions. 
The scents of peony, cherry, almond and rich copper attached to Marlena hit Finan’s senses before her quick light steps carried her through the door. All three men bowed at her arrival and Finan quickly requested that Osferth and his squire leave them. 
“You aren’t wearing enough armour for my liking,” She spoke quietly, tugging his cuirass then taking his arm in her hands to finish lacing his leather vambrace. 
“I like to be light on my feet, can’t do that covered in steel princess.” 
Her onyx eyes darker than a midnight sky stayed focused on his warmer mahogany tones, a light crease between her brows and lips pressed tightly together as he secured his sword belt. 
With a subtle shake of his head, Finan reached out and gently smoothed the pad of his index finger down the crease to the tip of Marlena’s nose. Bringing her hand to his lips he pressed one kiss to her knuckles before slipping away to leave. 
“Finan…” Marlena’s soft call came shakily, and as he turned back in the doorway her delicate fingers clasped around his jaw, quickly capturing his mouth with hers. 
As her lips guided over his it felt familiar but different, a sense of deep urgency that had never been there before that left him aching for more as she pulled away, “Be careful out there.”
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𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏
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✧˚ · . Tortured under King Lee's reign, you make your escape.
pairing — farmhand!Hal Carter x princess!reader w/c — approx 1k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫black crown warnings —non-consensual king!lee bodecker x reader, non-graphic non-con, non-major character death, reference to suicide, skin scarring via candle wax, but it's all okay because Hal is a sweetheart a/n — written for @the-slumberparty's warm up drabble challenge. i got the word 'neck', which inspired this drabble. not beta read, we die like men.
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The subtle amber glow from the candle on your bedside table casted a beautiful horizon across your quarters. The quarters which were once your mother’s.
You had been placed in them when she threw herself from her window, plummeting to her death instead of facing a world where her husband was dead and a new king would reign.
Her blood painted the white roses red. And you’d never been able to look at the expansive flowerbeds since.
King Lee had come into succession, bringing darkness with him, covering the whole castle in an ominous aura.
To the town, there was an illusion of grandeur, one your stepfather and his son, Prince Carter, were good at upholding.
Lee visited you every night. His cruelty never got easier, his hand heavy and cock painfully big. If you weren’t beaten, you’d be fucked – or sometimes both.
You were the king’s punching bag. The sole daughter of his dead betrothed.
Sometimes his son would visit too, and it’s on those nights that you truly wished to join your mother.
Perhaps you were cowardly that you hadn’t already followed her footsteps out of the window and into the garden below. But you still had an inkling of hope.
Hal had shown you the possibility of happiness. A sweet farm boy you met while sneaking into the town's markets. He’d given you a handful of fresh raspberries, a soft smile on his lips. “Pretty dames shouldn’t have to pay.”
He was the first sincere person you’d met. And he was your ticket to freedom.
Hal would be waiting for you in the gardens below tonight, and you would flee with him. You would be free. A bird to the wind with endless routes ahead.
The candle flickered as your door opened, the hinges groaning as you were met with the sight of your king, a nightly occurrence you dreaded. “Miss me, princess?”
Like muscle memory, you lay back on your bed as Lee pushed up your nightgown, hands rough against your sensitive flesh as the familiar dance begun. “Always so soft. Makes me just want to mark you more.”
Your gaze turned to the candle, listening to the slight crackle of the wood wick as Lee mounted you.
The wax had begun to dribble down in the catch below, droplets falling like a body from a tower.
Black crows cawed outside as you felt the painful stretch, your core stinging. It never got easier.
Lee spoke to you, but you just listened to the rustling oak trees outside as the candle burned lower, glazed eyes looking to your king when he ordered you to do so.
After tonight, you would be gone. No more blood. No more tears. Just life, the way it was meant to be lived. Free and without conviction.
Time passed, the pain didn’t stop, and neither did your king. You always cursed his stamina.
Eventually, Lee came with a shout, his seed spurting across your stomach. But he wasn’t finished with you.
He never was.
The candle had burnt nearly to the hilt, with a large reserve of wax at the bottom.
“Show me your neck, princess,” Lee ordered, forcing your head back before you could even heed his words.
The movement exposed your marred neck to him. Littered with scars and old burns, you wore a collar of pain.
While you may escape, there were some things you would never get back. Your dignity, your innocence, and your purity.
Lee took the candlestick, tilting it over your neck, so the smouldering wax dripped over your skin.
You cried out to deaf ears, writhing underneath your king as he tried to claim you. What Lee didn’t realise was while he may have taken your body, he would never have your heart and soul. They were for Hal only.
Your flesh warbled under the heat of the wax as it cooled and hardened on your skin, tears dropping down onto the cotton below. Lee always liked to see you cry.
“Cover this up tomorrow. We have a banquet in the evening,” Lee ran his fingers against your wounds, admiring his work for a moment before leaving you. “I will have a dress readied for you.”
Thankfully, Lee left, giving you a chance to prepare for your escape.
Ignoring your soreness, you dressed in a simple black dress, the same you wore to your mother's funeral. It was nondescript and would help if you needed to hide.
From under the bed, you pulled out the rope you had stolen from the knight's storeroom, securing it to a load-bearing pillar before throwing the rest out of your window.
When you looked down, you were met with the smiling face of your saviour. Hal stood below, dressed in a dirty tunic with a blade strapped to his back. Your knight in muddied armour.
You hoisted yourself out the window, trying your best to scale the side of the castle.
What seemed like an easy task was far from it, and two-thirds of the way down your arms gave way, letting go of the rope and your only lifeline.
The wind whooshed through your hair, and for a moment, you accepted this was where you’d die.
Your fall was broken by two burly arms catching you, allowing you to crash into him, sending you both to the ground.
“Hal! Gods, are you alright?” You quickly sat up, hands bracing on Hal’s solid chest.
He just laughed from his spot on the ground, holding your sides gingerly. “I’m wonderful. My dream came true. The gods have gifted me a beautiful damsel.”
“Oh, stop it. We could have died!” You gently whacked his chest before Hal got up, helping you to your feet.
“But we didn’t. And now we have the world ahead of us, princess.” Hal’s hands cupped your cheeks, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”
“You can have a lot more kisses when we get out of here,” you smiled, body in a world of pain, but it didn’t matter. Your heart was content.
“Then let’s not waste time. I’m impatient to taste your sweet lips again, princess,” Hal said cheekily, grabbing your hand and beginning to sneak you through the castle grounds.
“I’m not a princess anymore. I renounce it,” you whispered to him, ducking behind a barrel when a knight walked past.
Hal’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight. “Ah, but you’re still my princess. The ruler of my heart.”
“You’re a sap.” You took a deep breath as you reached the edge of the property. From here, it was the open world. “I’m scared.”
“Me too. But the fear will guide us. We’ll get through this.” Hal kissed the back of your hand.
Hal pulled out a silk scarf from his back pocket, your eyes widening at the beautiful floral pattern. “Hal. How did you afford this?”
“Years of workin’, princess.”
The soft material was looped around your neck, covering your scarred skin and protecting it from the elements.
Hal secured it, his touch gentle and full for adoration, before you snuck through a hole in the castle walls.
Unbeknownst to both of you, King Lee watched from above, arms crossed with a smug look on his face. Freedom would not come without a fight. Nothing was ever that easy.
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