all the men i like just look better in dresses than i do it's not fair

A Dash of Jealousy (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Word Count: 2,088

Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: Can you write a fic where Sam Winchester pretends he need the reader’s help with something or fakes an emergency or something whilst she’s on a date because he is extremely jealous and loves her and wants to get her away from her date?

Warnings: Mentions of sex, language, jealousy, alcohol use, slight angst, fluff, implied smut

Finishing the last swipe of your lipstick, you step away from the mirror in an attempt to spot any mistakes or flaws you might have missed. It’s not often that you get the opportunity to take a night away from your hectic, hunting lifestyle (let alone a Saturday night, at that) and spend it like you used to before you got involved in all of this- going on a date.

When you had told Sam and Dean, your hunting partners as well as your best friends, that you were going on a date, they were shocked. It was a mixture of “I’m proud of ‘ya, kid,” and smirking from Dean, and “Don’t you think you should spend our one night off work relaxing?” followed by a frown from Sam.

You ignored them both, determined to have fun tonight. Sam was right- this was your one night off from work, and you’d be damned if you didn’t spend it the right way. Relaxing, however, was not part of that. When hunting becomes your life, and you have a serious lack of privacy and free time due to spending every waking moment with the Winchesters, you’re very much hoping that this date ends in a very exciting way.

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Spies, Cries, and Lies (Part 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Series summary: You’re on your first real mission, attending the annual winter gala hosted by the man you’re supposed to be taking down. Things don’t go exactly as planned, and you’re left dealing with the aftermath. Romances, betrayal, and super rich bad guys—this should be fun.

Warnings: swearing

Author’s note: Thank you so much to @the-modern-typewriter for the prompts that inspired this series and pulled me out of my (like, six-month-long) writer’s block, and thank you to the anon that requested the prompts! Xoxo

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

      “Drop me off right here.” You looked out the window as the car slowed to a halt along the curb. The sky was clear, but the stars were dimmed by the New York City lights. The streets were almost empty as it was now cold and dark, but they were never quite bare in New York, even on the Upper East Side, and tonight was no exception.

      “Are you sure?” Fury was your driver tonight—it was your first real mission, and you needed the reassurance. You never expected him to throw you straight into the ring with a mission like this, but the man was generally unpredictable and you trusted that there was a method to his madness, even if it only made sense to him. Besides, if you ever wanted to become an Avenger, you’d need to prove yourself. “The mansion’s a block away and I highly doubt that you want to walk that far in those damn heels.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you write something like if Jamie after going to france or in france joined the watch and joined Mcquarrie and his gang and then upon going to a house, like in the show they did with Lallybroch, and then meeting the owner of the house Quentin Lambert Beauchamp, and his young, widowed niece Claire and how would that play out.

The Black Watch:

Four days of hard riding through the Highlands with MacQuarrie and his men had Jamie squirming in his saddle. His arse ached and his legs were numb, the cold driving rain having soaked him on day one.

“Ye’ll like this, Jamie my boy,” Taran chortled, his gruff laughter echoing around the deep valley. “We’ve had word of two Englishmen living amongst us. I think it’s about time we paid them a wee visit.”

The way he spoke made Jamie’s wame churn, and he gripped the reins tightly between his fingers.

He’d known, of course, the moment that he’d signed up to be a part of the Black Watch that there might be loose morals, but so far he hadn’t had to rough anyone up. For that, at least, he was grateful.

He’d returned from Paris to find Scotland overrun with redcoat soldiers. It had disappointed his father to do it, but he’d found the only way he could quietly support his homeland was to patrol it with Taran and his brothers in arms.

Some of them weren’t the friendliest bunch, ragged and coarse in their language and their look, they often went about things in the wrong way. But Jamie felt as though he could change that.

Him and MacQuarrie got on well, they had a quaint sort of bond that made Jamie more likely to be the one giving advice than receiving it. Along the way he had managed to instill a manner of calm, which had been much to his benefit over the long rides through the highlands.

There were some things, though, that he just couldn’t rescue. Sassenachs were one of those things. Having borne witness to some of their more ruthless crimes, Jamie couldn’t say he blamed the men for their less than pleasant view on the English. But that didn’t mean he thought harm should come to those who simply wished to live peacefully.

The twee cottage sat in the very centre of the valley they had been traversing. As they saw the plumes of smoke rising through the low lying trees, Jamie began to wonder just how much of a coincidence this jaunt actually was.

He could already hear some of the men readying themselves for a fight, their churlish Gaelic turning his stomach sour.

“Just leave the talking to me, lad.” Taran whispered, running his hands through his bedraggled hair as he turned his horse towards the house, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the glowing fire in the windows.

Standing silently behind him, Jamie obeyed. At least for now, he thought, he would see where this was leading before attempting any sort of peace-making. Keeping his eyes locked on the small wooden door, Jamie prayed that this would be just that –peaceful.

A creek signalled that their presence had been noted, and the door opened to reveal an elderly gentleman wearing thin rimmed glasses and a smile.

“Hello gentleman,” he began, his broad English accent showing his status almost immediately.

Not good, Jamie thought, his food tapping anxiously against the damp ground. Not good at all. If it was money they were after, it seemed they had come to the right place.

“Can I help you with anything?” Glancing between them all, the sassenach’s eyes landed on Jamie as he did a thorough stock-take of the Scots stood on his stoop, “do you need food and water, something for the horses?”

“Nay, I dinna think we need any o’ that,” Taran broke in, his voice sounding pleasant enough to the untrained ear, “but I think there is something we can offer ye, aye?”

Scrunching his brow and scratching his forehead in a sort of shocked bemusement, the English gentleman stepped back, opening the door wider in the process.

“Oh, so you are salesmen then, something to trade, perhaps?”

“Trade? Ach, nay…” MacQuarrie snorted, turning his head to laugh with the others of the party.

Jamie didn’t laugh.

His face was set in stone, his eyes fixed solely on the man stood in front of him dressed in his sharp suit and fiddly bowtie.

“…but I do have something to say to ye and yer kin and I think you should listen carefully, ken?”

Jamie clenched his jaw tight, keeping himself quiet, waiting to see how it might play out before stepping in.

“Me and my brothers,” he began, his hidden veil of nicity dropped now and a chilling menace taking its place, “dinna want any *English scum* on our land. That includes you. Now, that being said, I am willing to be fair about it, if yer disposed to listen to my offer.”

Pulling his knife from the side of his boot, Taran dug the hilt of the blade into his palm, bringing blood to the surface as he glared threateningly at the Englishman.

“I don’t think I appreciate your tone, sir,” the sassenach replied, his cheeks flushing red at the intimidation being leveled at him.

“Uncle Lamb?!” A feminine voice called, her airy tone reverberating down the corridor and out of the door as she skipped down the small steps inside the cottage and then stood stock still at the bottom of them, catching a glimpse of the men crowded on her stoop.

“O-oh,” she whispered, seeing the knife, seeing the blood; the sight of it igniting a sort of dull panic inside her.

“And who do we have here?” One of the older members of the Watch crooned, a leery hint to his voice as he shoved Jamie out of the way to get closer to the lassie.

Closing the door ever so slightly, *Uncle Lamb* placed himself between the gap, cutting off the view of his niece as she hovered in the background, lingering at the bottom of the stairs with a worried look on her face.

“You’ve made your issue perfectly clear, gentlemen, Claire has nothing to do with this little conversation so you’d better forget any plans you have, because she is not part of them. Are we clear?”

All of a sudden he’d developed an extremely feral look behind his eyes. Gone was the meek English nobleman; in its place stood a fierce protector.

It was honourable of him, and Jamie instantly admired his strength. But he also kent well how Taran responded to such…gumption.

As expected, the rogue Scot reacted quickly, his dark intimidation intensifying at the old man’s sudden change of tack. He had a knife to his throat in almost no time at all, the door slamming open as the stramash escalated.

“Ifrinn…” Jamie cursed under his breath, throwing two other members of the watch to the ground in his haste to step in before anyone got hurt unnecessarily.

Grabbing Taran by the arm, he thrust his *brother* behind his back and held the pair apart, his arms outstretched between them.

“MacQuarrie,” he coaxed, his tone somewhere between pleading and calming, “if ye kill the man then I canna have what we came here for, aye?”

Narrowing his eyes at Jamie, Taran took hold of his clenched fist and dug his nails in.

Jamie didn’t budge, his nostrils flaring.

“Oh aye, what *we* came here for…” he returned, a warning floating amongst his words. ‘Tread carefully, brother,’ it said.

Straightening his tie, their poor victim stood upright once more, his fingers shaking with rage as he shuffled on the spot, whipping himself up into a murderous frenzy.

Looking behind him, Jamie held eye contact with Claire. Her wide whisky eyes were filled with tears at the sight of the uncalled for harassment pressed upon her uncle. He could tell she wanted to intervene, the look of steadfast stubbornness cementing itself in her sturdy gait.

Jamie shook his head once, his hair barely shifting as he discreetly gave her the signal to keep quiet.

Swallowing back the urge, Claire did as she was bid. Something told her to trust the man. His heavy-set shoulders, broad as they were, looked as if they could cause some damage had he needed to, but the gentle way in which he hurled her Uncle’s abuser from their tiny cottage made her feel instantly safe.

“I,” Jamie began, an unwavering self-assuredness to his words. Silence fell amongst the party as they glanced from one man to the other, all unsure as to where Jamie was going. “I want the girl, gi’ her to me, auld man,” he continued, his head bowing a little as he held Claire’s gaze, his own becoming even more intense, “promise her to me and we will leave ye be. That is the price that you must pay.”

Lamb, in a rare state, choked, his eyes widening in horror as he absorbed the words.

Just as he was about to curse the Scots, his mouth moving as the words formed, Claire jumped forward and put her hand on his arm, pulling him backwards with the force of her grip.

“Don’t fight them, Uncle. Please,” she begged, burying her face in his shoulder as she spoke, “I’ll do it. I’ll go with him, just don’t put yourself at risk.”

Sobbing, Lamb turned, taking Claire in his arms as he walked them back inside, deeper into the dark hallway –just out of sight.

Jamie held the men at bay, eager to keep them outside of the property at all costs.

“Yer a wee fiend, Jamie lad.” MacQuarrie praised, a sort of unkempt glee to his tone. “We’ll make a soldier of Alba of ye yet!”

Stepping back into the light, Claire stood in front of Jamie, her head held high, ready for battle. She showed no fear as she gulped in a large breath. “I have one condition, if we’re to be wed,” she began, stamping one foot against the floor as if to solidify her request.

“Alright,” Jamie appeased, sure that he would give her the sun and the stars if only he could figure out how to capture them from the inky black sky, “name it, lass.”

“I want to be married properly,” she returned, “in a church, in a dress…in front of a priest.”

Smirking, Taran punched Jamie in the arm as he winked at Lamb.

Ignoring the letchy jibes from his *comraids*, Jamie bowed towards Claire, sweeping his arm around his middle and rising once more. Tipping his head forwards, he took her hand and raised the back of it to his lips, keen to be kind to her, even under such dire circumstance as this.

Squeezing her fingers once, he let her go once more and smiled over at her, putting her at ease as best he could.

“As ye wish, my lass,” he replied, his tongue sweeping across his lips as he reached forward to push a stray piece of her hair behind her ear, “as ye wish.

The King-part 2

The King-part 1

Summary- Gwendolyn yearns for more. More freedom, more choices, and more pleasure only King Negan can provide. Medieval AU

Warnings- Smut, Knife Play, Possible Dub-Con, Punishment, darker than my normal stuff

Word Count- Around 4.3K

Author’s Note- Probably not historically accurate. Lol. This is my submission for @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar Red Velvet prompt as well as @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Negan Writing Challenge prompt knife play. Thanks to @theatricalbride for the brain storming session. It helped a lot. This will probably be a collection of one shots.

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My beautiful moodboard was created by the lovely and talented @ofdragonsanddreams16. I love it! It is so gorgeous.

Gwendolyn gazed at her reflection. Her hand slid down the bodice of her dress. She finally looked and felt like a queen. Having been married for a little over a month, she had felt like a prisoner, a possession, and a failure but never a wife or queen.

She had been raised to expect to marry a king of her father’s choosing. He stressed that it was her duty to secure an alliance with a powerful kingdom. Her mother persuaded her that marrying for position, power, and the love of the people would provide her a life with purpose. Who needed the love of a husband? Gwendolyn was prepared to live without it. In fact, she was taught by her mother to live independently of a husband and keep her own council. Many men would be happy to share her bed and leave her to her own devices during the day, but she had not married just any man.

King Negan was possessive and guarded her jealously. In the stories of fair maidens being rescued by handsome knights, he would have been the dragon that burnt all would be suitors to ash and cinders. He isolated her so only those loyal to him had access to her. Her handmaidens were chosen by him, reported to him, and seem to delight in reminding her of that fact. There was no friendship, no shared gossip, none of the warmth she had had with her previous servants.

She fared no better with the ladies of the court. They knew she held no favor with her husband. Therefore, there was nothing to be gained by her friendship. It would only bring themselves under the scrutiny of the king. A situation everyone actively avoided.

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Memories Lost And Forgotten

pairing: Harald + Halfdan x Reader

fandom: vikings

warnings: smut, threesome, time travel

A/N: It was supposed to be simple, filthy porn and ended up with a plot. I am sorry.

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‘Be careful, some doors can’t be closed once you open them.’ It’s what your grandmother had always said, right before she would lock the door to the attic.  

She had recently passed away, leaving you her home, money and many, many memories of her. As a kid you always thought she was taking about the door leading up to the attic but apparently you were wrong.  

“She was always a weird one.” You laugh to yourself, looking at the door right in front of you.  

It looked like any other door, frame and handle all there. The only difference was that this one was standing right in the middle of the room without leading any where. Just a door in an almost empty room.  

Ignoring the door for now your attention turns towards the small box standing in one of the corners. Old, faded pictures. Some of them looked so old you doubted your grandma could have taken them and yet…  

There it was again. The strange feeling that she hadn’t told you everything, not quite. You look over your shoulder, put the photos down and walk over to the door. You take the handle, pull on it and the door swings open, revealing nothing but the wall behind.  

'Of course, what did you expect.’  

Nothing happens but when you turn to leave your body starts feeling heavy. You fall. Fall backwards right through the door. Your consciousness slips away from you, right through your fingers. You can feel it but there’s nothing you can do to stop it.  

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A Slippery Situation

This fic was borne out of a silly conversation with @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash on this post. I hope that I did the idea justice. :)

Summary: Negan eats some questionable soup while working late and encounters an alternate version of himself. This “Other Negan” may be a little older and shorter than him, but he might just have some things to teach Negan about oil wrestling and the love that a man can share for his ruggedly handsome TV clone. 

Word count: 4,301

Warnings: Smut, Negan, Negan being Negan, Comic Negan being Comic Negan, submission, domination, anal sex, unsafe sex, oral sex, semen, drugs, mention of incest, mention of masturbation, and oil wrestling! Enjoy!

A Slippery Situation

From the very first spoon-full, Negan knew that the soup tasted funny, but went right ahead with his meal anyway. Hell, most things that came in cans had started to taste funny as they exceeded their best before dates by months and years. Besides this, the Sanctuary’s cooking staff were notoriously terrible at their job, so everything that left their kitchen tended to taste a slightly “off” at best, and barely edible at worst.

“I’ve gotta find some new kitchen bitches like fucking yesterday,” he grumbled to no one in particular as he raised the spoon to his lips and grimaced at the slightly sour taste that invaded his mouth.

The soup was so bad that on another day he probably would have had one of his men bring it back to the kitchen and tear a strip off of whoever was in charge of that night’s meal, but he was far too busy for those kind of shenanigans today. He braved his way nearly to the end of the bowl, trying to fill his empty stomach with the disgusting liquid while actually tasting as little of it as he could manage. He mostly succeeded and only retched once near the end when the soup had begun to cool to room temperature and the taste could no longer be masked by its initial scalding temperatures.

“Fucking good for nothing, lazy asshole fucking, so called fucking cooks. Fuck, fucking fuckity fuck fuck fuck!” he exhaled a long sigh of profanity after regaining control of his gag reflex, and pushed the nearly-empty bowl of soup away in disgust.

As he sat alone in his room, going over battle plans in preparation for another day of squabbling with Alexandria, he felt his mind wander back to the god-forsaken soup. Fucking Christ, how he wished he had time to personally march down to the kitchen and force-feed the cold leftovers of his meal to the first member of the staff he laid eyes upon. A tension headache began to gnaw into the centre of his forehead and he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, slamming his eyes shut.

“Oh fucking great! Just fucking marvelous! A fucking headache is all I need now…”

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Seduce Me

Request: Oh Tori, you’re so fine! You’re so fine! You blow my mind! Oh TORI! *hops then claps* May i request a oneshot where Bucky has to be with you to protect you in an operation where you have to flirt and seduce someone (maybe a prick like Roman Godfrey) and he goes all jealous!boyfriend and puppy!Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Jealous Bucky, fluff

A/N: Okay so I’ve never seen Hemlock Grove so I dunno how Roman Godfrey acts but I’m gonna assume he’s a bad guy and I’m just gonna go with the flow oke. I hope you enjoy disssss. P.s. I absolutely loved the intro to that request lmao. P.p.s I’ll fix any mistakes in the morning :)

“Y/N, Bucky, come here.” Steve called out as the both of you entered the kitchen.

You and Bucky give each other a look before strolling over to him. “What’s up?”

“We’ve finally figured out who’s behind the whole bombing buildings thing.” he says. “His name is Roman Godfrey. He’s very smart and very dangerous.” Steve put down some pictures of him on the table in front of you.

“Sounds like your kind of guy, Captain.” you smile, patting his shoulder but before you could turn away, Steve continued.

“We need someone to get him to admit that he’s responsible for the bombing otherwise we can’t take him in. And I doubt he’d confess to me - or Bucky.” he tells you and you look between him and Bucky.

“Okay so get Wanda or Nat to get him to confess.” you say.

“Wanda’s taken a leave of absence and Natasha’s busy on another mission.” Steve informed you and you sigh.

“I’m not good at that stuff Steve, I’m good at fighting. If you need me to hit him, I will.” you respond with a shrug.

“All you have to do is seduce him, do whatever it takes until he confesses and if something goes wrong, Bucky will be there.”

At the sound of his name, Bucky perks up. “Woah dude, I’ve heard about this guy, he’s bat shit crazy.”

“Nothing you can’t handle.” Steve smiled as he placed his hand on his friends shoulder. “You guys got this.”

And that’s how you and Bucky ended up at some nightclub the next night.

“Do you see him?” Bucky questioned as the two of you stood by the bar, your eyes scanning the room in search for Roman.

You spot him on the other side of the bar, chatting it up with some guy and you put your drink down. “He’s over there.”

As you took a step forward, Bucky pulled you back. “Be careful, alright?” he murmured and you nod.

“Just let her go already.” Sighed Sam through the earpiece you and Bucky were wearing and he rolled his eyes.

You giggle and turn around, remembering what Steve said to do. You smoothed out the dress you were wearing which happened to be a laced long sleeve, the dress clung to your body for dear life and it was so short, almost leaving no imagination for what’s underneath.

You look back at your boyfriend, seeing him looking at you while sipping his drink. You find yourself in front of Roman and clear your throat, catching his attention. His lips curl into a smirk and he dismisses the man he was talking to.

“What’s a gorgeous woman like you doing in my bar all alone?” he questioned, getting comfortable on the couch he was sitting on.

“You own this bar?” you ask, looking around and he chuckles.

“Why yes I do.” he replied before patting the empty spot next to him. “Sit.”

You take a deep breath and go to sit down, Roman watching your every move like a predator watching it’s prey.

“You look absolutely amazing.” he comments as his eyes travel up and down your body. You could only imagine what was going through his mind right then and there. Gross. “What’s your name lovely?”

 Suddenly you hear Bucky’s voice through your earpiece. “Use a fake name, he knows yours but he hasn’t actually seen you. If you use your real name he’ll know this was a set up and we’re screwed.”

You smile at Roman, your fingers fiddling with the buttons of his dress shirt. “Courtney Grayson.”

He takes your hand and lifts it up to his lips, pressing a firm kiss on the back. “Nice to meet you Courtney, I’m Roman Godfrey.”

Bucky watched intensely as you flirted up a storm with Roman, trying hard to get him to spill what he’s done. He couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous. Bucky sees Roman place his hand on top of your exposed thigh and he grips his glass tighter, a small growl escaping his lips.

“Easy there tiger, you know she only has the hots for you.” Sam reassured him.

“He has his hand on her.” he grunted, drinking the rest of his gin and tonic as he glared over at the both of you.

“He’s a fucking pig.” Sam replied.

“Language.” Steve could be heard and Tony ‘pfft’ loudly.

“Oh jeez, Sam used a naughty word, I guess we have to put him in time out.” he sarcastically said.

The three men who were waiting outside but listening in started arguing and this is when Bucky saw Roman’s hand slide up your thigh and disappear into your dress which was way too short for his liking. This about does it for him. Bucky slams his drink down, causing the three men to stop arguing .

“Bucky, what are you doing?” Steve asked.

“Getting my girl.” was all he replied with.

“Bucky that’s not part of the plan, sit down.” he says.

Bucky doesn’t listen, instead he walks up to the couch you were sitting on with Roman. “Get your hands off my woman.”

Roman looks up at Bucky with a smirk and that’s when he can see your red lipstick scattered across his neck which infuriates him even more.

“Bucky what are you doing? This isn’t part of the plan.” you whisper when you stood up.

“You two know each other?” Roman asked, now standing up as well.

“Fuck off dude. She’s taken.” Bucky snapped, looking over at Roman.

“Alright, let’s go.” you mutter, taking his hand and pulling him out of the club. Once outside, you turn to him with a frown. “What was that?”

“What do you mean, what was that? He had his gross ass hands all over you!” Bucky exclaimed.

“He was so close to confessing Bucky! Then you go and ruin it! What are we supposed to do now?” you sigh.

“Sorry that another man had his hand up my girlfriends dress, I’m sorry but mission or not, that’s not gonna happen.” he says.

“I was so close-”

“He’s lucky I didn’t get up and kick his ass right when he put his hand on your thigh.” Bucky cut you off.

You notice his pout and your anger automatically turns into giggles. “Are you jealous?”

He’s shocked at your words. “Wh-What? Pfft no. W-Why would I be I mean-” Bucky lets out a defeated sigh. “Why don’t you seduce me like you did with him?”

He acted like a child about it which you found amusing.

“What are you talking about?” the smirk on your face made it clear that you understood what he was talking about but you asked anyways, eager to hear his response.

“I had to hear you flirt up a goddamn storm with him and you’ve said things that you have never said to me. it’s not fair. Why does he get seduced better than me?” Bucky whined, followed by a pout and you let out a laugh.

“Seduce me.” he adds and you touch your cheeks because they hurt from laughing too much. When you burst into laughter again, Bucky frowned. “I’m being serious! Stop being mean to me.”

“Bucky, baby.” you giggle. “Are you really mad about that?”


“I’m sorry.” you respond, now calming down after your laughing session. “How about we go home and..” you trail off, biting your lip and he got the hint.

“Okay.” he nods as a smile finds its way to his lips. Being the jealous, clingy person he is, he draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him as the both of you walked over to the van the guys were waiting in.

Bucky knocks three times and the door opens. “You guys are gross. We could hear you guys talking.” Tony says as the both of you got in the van.

“Good. Then you know I’m getting laid tonight.” Bucky grinned, high-fiving Sam who laughed while Tony made a face.

A/N: I tried my beeeest don’t hurt me.


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Falling Playbook 1

Originally posted by jeonify

Subtitle: Sealing the Deal

Characters: Jeon Jungkook | You | mentions of BTS

Genre: smut | college!au

Word count: 11.3k

Summary: After a night spent together, Jungkook wants to be friends with benefits with me.

Masterlist | part 2

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Note: inspired by this gif!!!…forgive me. there’s swearing, clubbing, and lots of sexy stuff here. if you don’t like that stuff, don’t read, hehe! enjoy though! .c

Bucky x Reader (basically the whole team)

/Nat calls you a prude and your secret is revealed/

You were currently at a club with your teammates. You don’t really drink, but you went to dance and let loose a little bit. “You’re such an innocent prude, Y/N.” Natasha said after downing her second shot of the night. You scoffed. “No, I’m not.” Wanda looked at you with a smirk and you shot her a glare in return. She knew about your secret talent and she also knew Natasha would eat it up.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, drinking some more of your water. You never told anyone about your past pole dancing job. You lived in a beat up apartment and had to pay rent somehow. You weren’t ashamed of any of it because it led you here today. You now work with the Avengers, mostly helping Tony with his special projects and taking care of anyone when they got hurt.

You could never afford college and you didn’t have the best home life growing up. You were really smart and you knew you could do great things, you just didn’t have the chance to. Wanda found you at an old club one night with her brother and you got to know her. After, you two became best friends. She eventually invited you to the tower to meet her friends. Tony had asked you what you do for a living and you lied and said what you would like to be doing instead.

He took sudden interest in you and offered you a job at the tower, which you gladly accepted. Now, your pole dancing days were behind you, or so you thought.

The next night, you were forced to give everyone a show at the club after Natasha found out you weren’t so innocent anymore. Wanda let it slip out after she got piss drunk.

What made this worse is that she didn’t tell anyone. She wanted this to be a surprise to everyone else in the tower. Natasha knew that you and Bucky liked each other, but both were too shy to make a move. So she said she had to give fate a little push.

You sat there in your room now, face red and heart racing. You were in your old pole dancing outfit. It was basically lingerie so you kept it. You were wearing a red bra and matching panties with black lace on them. Fishnet pantyhose covered your legs, your matching red heels making your legs look longer than they actually were. Your hair was curled and your lips were painted red.

You slipped on your black lace eye mask, hoping nobody would recognize you. You always wore a mask so your entire image wouldn’t be blown. You also had a stage name so your real name wasn’t out there. You wanted to keep it professional.

You decided to slip your heels off and carry them so nobody would hear you sneaking out with Wanda. Natasha was supposed to be distracting everyone, so you hoped her plan would follow through. You had to get to the club early so you had to have an escape plan.

Once you and Wanda were safely in the garage, you slid your heels back on. Your phone vibrated with a text and it was from Natasha.

“What’d she say?” Wanda asked as she pulled out of the garage. “The manager gave us the okay. He said he heard about me from one of his friends and is gladly welcoming me for a show.” Your stomach turned and you felt really nervous all of a sudden. “You know you’re going to do great, don’t sweat it.”

Wanda flashed you a grin before turning her attention back to the road. “I hope so.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were exiting the car and walking in through the back entrance. You met with the manager and was glad he wasn’t too touchy. You’ve had your fair share of sleazy club managers before when you were in the back, prepping for the show.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. You laughed to yourself, imagining the looks that are going to be plastered on everyone’s faces. “Hey, they’re ready for you.” Wanda said outside the dressing room door. This is it.

You nodded and slid your robe off, checking yourself out in the body length mirror. “You’re making me want a slice of that cake. Damn, Y/N! You look even better than before!” You blushed and rolled your eyes at Wanda, walking past her with a slight swing to your hips.

Adjusting your mask, you walked down a short hallway and walked out onto the stage. The lights were blinding, but you were used to it. You could still see everyone’s faces, considering the pole wasn’t too far from the edge of the stage. It left you just enough room between the pole and the bulging eyes from the men.

You requested ‘Partition’ by Beyonce as your song. The moment the song started, you got to business. You grabbed onto the pole, and dipped down, giving everyone a show of your perky backside. You heard the crowd go crazy, your nerves calming instantly from the positive reactions. You kept going, and swung around the pole, sliding your leg around as you went.

The bass hit and you started making your way up the pole. You slid up and down, swinging around the pole effortlessly. You flipped upside down and suddenly stopped before you hit the stage, your legs holding you there and your arms rubbing along your curves seductively. Just then, as you looked out into the crowd, your eyes met Bucky’s.

His mouth was open and so were the rest of the teams. Wanda was smirking at you and Natasha looked turned on as much as the guys did. You smiled and continued as you heard the crowd get louder. You lifted up and grabbed the pole with your hands, pulling yourself.

You swung your way up the pole and slowly slid down and twisted around when the French part in the song started playing. Your eyes were locked on Bucky’s the whole time. Steve, Sam, Clint, and Tony all had their eyes glued to your figure. Bucky’s bottom lip was caught in between his teeth, drinking you in with his piercing blue eyes.

You swung around the pole fast, landing on your heels and dipped down again, poking your ass out as you stood back up slowly. You shook it to the beat as the song started to come to an end. The crowd erupted in “woo’s” and claps. You smiled and turned around, picking up all the cash people threw onto the stage after bowing.

You locked eyes with Bucky once again, shooting him a wink. You made your way backstage, feeling really happy with yourself. You grabbed a spare bag in the room and stuffed the cash in it and made your way out into the club. You were stopped by people left and right, saying they enjoyed the show. You kindly thanked them and continued looking around for your friends.

You spotted Nat’s red hair by a VIP table. You walked over and Wanda shot up out of her seat, running towards you. “That was amazing! Oh my god!” She hugged you and you realized you forgot to put your robe back on. Natasha got up next. “Y/N, you’ve got moves. Even I was cheering like crazy.” She laughed along with you and you looked past her, seeing all eyes on you. “Wait, that’s Y/N!?” Sam yelled loudly. Everyone stared at you with complete shock.

You slid off your eye mask, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Holy fucking shit.” Steve said under his breath. “Hey, you can’t swear!” Clint said. Tony cleared his throat, trying not to stare. Bucky was silent, his face flushed red. “Bucky really enjoyed the show.” Natasha said, shooting him a smirk. You smiled and giggled. “I hope so.” You shyly smiled at Bucky as he looked into your eyes before trailing them down your body.

You took a seat beside Steve and Wanda. Nat sat on the other side of the booth beside Clint. Bucky was directly in front of you and you smiled at him again. “I can’t believe that was you. Holy shit.” Steve swore once again. You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Well, maybe now you guys won’t think I’m a prude.” Everyone laughed, even Bucky.

He kept biting his lip, the show on replay in his mind. His eyes were on you the rest of the night, watching your every move.

Once you all got back to the tower, he grabbed you by your arm and took you to his bedroom, showing you just how much enjoyed watching you tonight.

Note: omfg its late and forgive me guys for i have sinned… .c

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*clears throat* May I present the idea:
~✨Ella Enchanted au✨~

  • •Laurent is from a very well-to-do kingdom
  • •Auguste died (idc how)
  • •Akielos took a bunch of land after that
  • •When Laurent was born his aunt Vannes gave him the “gift” of obedience
  • •When Laurent lost his family he was left to live with his Uncle and his uncle’s men (man? Idk how to fit the evil step-sisters in so like twin Govarts??? LOL)
  • •His uncle tells him that he isn’t allowed to protect/hang out with Nicaise

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A Fish Fic for (not) Friday

It wasn’t until I went to write that title that I realized I should’ve saved this fic back till tomorrow, but it’s already posted and I am not a patient woman anyway. Oh well! Here is a short West Wing standalone fic about my favorite mystery: what benign force is in charge of Gail’s fishbowl? Personally I still believe it’s magic, but this is a somewhat more mundane explanation. Hope you enjoy! 

“So what’s going on in here?”

Carol jumped at the sudden voice from behind her, water slopping over her fingers as she tightened her grip on the glass bowl. She turned to glare at the interloper, now leaning in the doorway as though he had not a care in the world. “You’re not supposed to be back here, Danny,” she accused. “Margaret’s going to eat you for breakfast.”

“Hey, ease back there, Galatea,” Danny implored, raising his empty hands. “I’ve got a note from the boss, I swear. We’re meeting for lunch.”

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The Shield/OC. For Anon a mix of two requests: 1. OC has always had a crush on all three members of the Shield and flirted with all of them, and they finally decide to take matters into their own hands. Very dom foursome where the OC is the sub. 2. For @redalternativefirefly: A Shield foursome where they corner reader in the Authority’s office and take turns showing her why they’re called “The Most Dominant Faction.”

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Good Girl Ch 47: Lets Play A Game

Warning, this does contain a pretty aggressive, almost rapey, scene so you’ve been warned.


Where is Joker? Where the hell am I? My eyes scan around the small cement room. A single light bulb is hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the room enough for me to realize there is no windows, just a bare mattress and a bucket in the corner. There is metal door on the far wall, a dial is in the center of it, guess This going to be harder than me just stealing a key from someone. I wonder how long I’ve been sleeping. Looking down I see that I’m still in my jeans and sweatshirt, no cuts or bruises, my head just kind of hurts. With a deep breath I push up and stubble towards the door, the ground is cold against my bare feet. I pull on the door once but it doesn’t give.

Shit. But what should I expect, that they would just leave it unlocked.

After another tug it opens, but not because of me. One of those fucking masks appears but no one is actually wearing it, just holding it in the small opening for a second. It lowers to reveal a tall pale man with bright purple hair. My alarms are buzzing making me take a step back. The man cocks his head before a small smirk spreads across his face.

“Good morning Kitten,” He purrs in a deep voice. He vaguely reminds me of a young Seunghyun and that only makes me more unnerved. His words take a moment to register.

“Morning? It’s morning already?”

“Already? You’ve been asleep for almost 15 hours. We were starting to worry that we killed you. Can’t be doing that too early, we have so much planned for you.” The grin spread on his face makes my skin crawl.

“What do you want?” I demand.

“Nothing from you Kitten, the twelve men in the tall building on the other hand, we want something from them and doing this is apparently the only way to get it.”

“You aren’t going to hurt them are you? What about Joker, where is my friend?” I step closer to the giant, ignoring my common sense to stand down and cower in the corner.

He chuckles, “What a brave little girl. Your friend is fine, just be a good girl and behave or neither of you will be by the end of this.” I gulp but nod and drop back into the corner on the mattress. “All you need to do to make it threw is not to be brave. Show your fear, cry a lot, be a normal hostage, not this brave faced baby who seems to care more about others than herself. Can you do that? Can you act like a scared child?”

I just nod as I curl into myself.

He snickers, “Good. Now come on, get your ass back up, we’re going to go play.”

“I don’t want to play anything,” I mumble softly but stand back up.

“What? I heard that you were a fan of playing games, roleplaying and even dress up, but we will get the last one later. Now come on,” He grabs my hand and quickly drags me out of the room. I don’t really have a chance to look around the red room beyond the door, my eyes are fixed on the masked man playing the piano. The sound coming from the normally calm instrument sends chill down my spine. Circus music plays loudly as he slams his hands down on the keys even as he glances over his shoulder at me he is able to continue. As the song appears to reach its climax five more men jump out in colorful suits, some from behind the couch, one appears from right behind me. If this man hadn’t been holding my arm I would be on the ground, he laughs at my reaction as I jump back slightly. For a minute I consider hiding behind him but decide against it when he releases my hand to put is mask on partially. I hold my hands to my chest when he tries to reach for me again, taking a few steps back I find myself against the metal door I just emerged from. But at this point I would rather be in there.

“Look who actually listened,” The man snickers, he leans down so his hands are resting on his knees as if he is talking to a child and right now he basically is. My mind set is completely little at the moment, I’m half ready to break down and start crying. My arms are wrapped around my body to try and keep myself form visibly trembling but it’s not working. “No need to be so scared yet Princess, we haven’t even gotten to the scary part.”

“Are we ready to start?” One says, I can hear the smile in his voice, he’s excited. They all are for whatever the hell they have planned for me. He looks over his shoulder to the one still menacingly playing the piano, “Zico, you ready?”

With one last screech from the piano the man turns around and nods before looking directly at me.

“Zico? You’re Block B?” I mumble in surprise.

“So those bastards did warn you. They even told you the bosses name, did you some good just knowing his name,” Another mocks.

“They should have gotten you some better security, it was way too easy to get to you little princess,” Purple teases.

“Security? You still haven’t told me where Joker is, where the hell is he? Is he okay? Did you hurt him?” I try to sound brave but I know how pathetic my voice sounds. The group share a look before busting out laughing, some collapsing on the floor from laughing so hard. “What the hell is so funny about this? Where is he?”

When one of them, the shortest one, finally stops laughing looks to Zico, “Should I tell her?”

Zico nods.

“Your friend bribed his way out. His pockets didn’t seem very deep so he had to leave you behind. But to be fair the price on that pretty little head of yours is impressively high.”

I sink to the floor, a burning feeling of betrayl settles in my chest, but what should I expect? He was a body for hire, the only thing that matter really to him is himself. I should have left him. I should have saved myself. Tears are running down my cheeks as I fully accept the fact that I’ve been abandoned by someone I considered a friend. Joker didn’t seem like the type to just leave though, my alarms never even hummed at the sight of him yet here I am. Maybe they are broken.

“If it makes you feel any better he looked really upset when we kicked him out,” The little one continues.

“For all you know he is going to get you help so don’t look so betrayed,” Another one snaps and gently nudges me with his boot. “Now get up, we’re going to have fun. We’ve been waiting forever for you to wake up.”

Purple pulls me to my feet once again before leading me threw another door way. We step out into an empty warehouse, glancing over my shoulder I see the room we just left had been built into the wall of warehouse. One man beats us across the large room to slide open the heavy door revealing a disturbing sight. Ever since I was a child I disliked the circus and fairs because there was something so haunting about them just the thought of them sends a shiver down my spine. Now standing here with a whole abandoned carnival in front of me and seven masked killers behind me I hate them even more now. The whole park is light up in the early morning darkness. Giving the air around an eerie glow that vaguely reminds me of something off of Scooby doo or something.

Purple pushes me forward out of the door before giving me one more menacing smile, “We will count to thirty, please do your best to hide, it’s no fun when the game ends early. Good luck.” He pulls his mask down and signals the other man to close the door. They all wave teasingly at me as the door closes, Zico even blows me a kiss. When the door is fully closed I don’t waist a second before booking it away from the warehouse and running into the mass of abandoned game booths and rides. I run straight until I see a ten foot tall metal fence, I also see the barb wire on top and the large sign warning about the electric fence. I quickly pick up a rock and throw it at the fence and hear the zap as it comes in contact with the metal. Great.

A second later an intercom buzzes from above, a voice I haven’t heard yet speaks teasingly, “You didn’t get shocked out there did you pumpkin? Probably should have warned you about that.”

I realize that they may have cameras all over this pace already if they have this gate.

He thinks the same as me, “Don’t worry Pumpkin, there are no cameras. That takes away from the fun. We just get notified of when the fence goes off. Now step away from the gate and get to hiding, you only have 10 seconds left.”

10 seconds. I start running along the fence.

Nine. Still running.

Eight. And running.

Seven. Should I hide?

Six. And running.

Five. I don’t know what to do.

Four. And running.

Three. I just want my daddies.

Two. And running.


A siren whales from the speakers and I quickly duck under the striped flaps of a booth. My hand is over my mouth and I’m shaking. I can’t stop the heavy breaths from passing my lips, I haven’t ran like that since my birthday. My mind flashes to my daddies, are they worried right now? Did Joker actually go to them for help or did he just run? Maybe he went to Jiyong. I just hope he went to somebody!

“Oh Pumpkin!” An irritating voice sings.

Another joins in his calls, “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” They laugh together as the sound of their heavy boots smacks against the gravel. My whole body is tense as they go by smacking the counter of each booth with something, most likely a bat. I can’t hold in my flinch when they knock on mine, one of my hands grounds into the ground as if I could dig my way down through the gravel, a girl can dream. I’m relieved that not even a whimper is able to escape my lips with my other hand gripping my face so hard there might be a bruise later.

A moment later they are gone. What should I do now though? This isn’t a very good hiding spot. Running around probably wouldn’t be that good of an idea either. All I can do is sit there and wait. They aren’t stupid enough to leave weapons out and I doubt I could take any of them without one. I scoot farther under the counter of the booth, cringing when the gravel beneath me shifts with me. But they shouldn’t be able to hear that, should they?

Of course they fucking can.

“Boo!” One screams as he hangs his head over the booth to peer down at me. I’m frozen in my spot. “You didn’t last very long Pumpkin, you should do better.” His horrifying cackle seems to pull me out of my daze enough to react to his sudden appearance. I panic and quickly punch the man in the face. He jerks up at the contact, cursing out loud, “Fucking bitch!”

“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumble as I scramble out from under the booth and down the pathway. He starts running after me, yelling more and more curses. Great, now I made one mad. I turn a corner but quickly change my mind when two more stop and make eye contact with me. I turn on my heel but stop once again when the other catches up to me.

“You fucked up Pumpkin,” He growls. I realize now he is the little one from before.

“What happened Hyung?” One chuckles, twirling his bat in his hand. “Did the little princes piss you off?”

“Bitch fucking punched me!”

“Ooh,” The third coos, “Kitty’s got claws.”

“So who is going to catch her?”

Shorty huffs, “Me obviously! Give me twenty minutes with this brat and I’ll make sure to rip her off that throne she seems to think she’s on.”

“You better do it quick before the boss shows up,” One snickers, “You know the rules.”

The next thing I know Shorty is right next to me, his hands are in my hair pulling hard. He forces me on my knees and laughs, “You ready for your punishment Pumpkin? Open your mouth wide for me.”

“If you put your dick anywhere near my mouth I’m going to bite it off. Thought I’d let you know, princess,” I mock the short man with a bitter sweet smile.

He scoffs, “You think you have a choice bitch?”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

The other two are on the ground dying in laughter. I can imagine the offense on Shorty’s face. Even his brothers are on my side with this. He growls once more before pushing me down on to the ground. I don’t even have second to think before his boot comes in contact with my stomach, oh god not this again.

“Hyung,” A deep voice growls, it isn’t even directed at me and I’m horrified by that one word. The man above me stops and loudly gulps, he looks to the tall man who made such a noise.

It’s Zico.

“Boss, I know but the bitch punched me. I found her, she’s my prize for a half hour and that means that I can do whatever I want, right?” Shorty quickly tries to defend himself.

But Zico doesn’t answer, Purple speaks for him, “This is a special case and you know that. Follow the rules, Hyung.”

“I already roughed her up a bit, gives me a few more minutes. We are going to have to do it sooner or later.”

Purple looks to Zico who is staring at me. He nods before quickly turning away. He mumbles something to Purple and walks off, leaving me with the six others. “Someone get the camera.”



“I want you to beg,” He growls in my ear.

My lips are sealed, my jaw is set and ready for it. His fist collides with the other side of my jaw. Five, we’re at five. I open my eyes up once again to look at the camera a couple yards away, three masked men are standing there watching with Purple who is looking away. I’ve learned he’ sonly here to wake sure things don’t get too crazy, unlike the others who I can tell are enjoying what they are seeing. I’m tired to a chair, my arms behind my back, Shorty, who name I discovered is Taeil, is hovering over me.

“This is no fun when they don’t beg,” The oldest man whines, looking to his youngers for help.

“Maybe you should hit harder,” One suggests.

“Are you going to explain to the boss why she has a broken jaw?” Purple snaps. “I doubt I’m going to get away with letting Hyung beat her up this bad. How many times have I told you guys don’t damage such nice merchandise?”

“The bruises will heal by the time she gets out of here, if she gets out of here,” Taeil chuckles. I look up at him at that. He raises his brows, “That get your attention Pumpkin? I’m sure you’ve realized that we aren’t really allowed to beat you too badly-“

I cut him off with a scoff, “My ribs and jaw would beg to differ.”

“Such a mouth on her,” Purple purrs.

“Anyway, just because we can’t beat you almost to death doesn’t mean you can’t be punished in different ways. Now to be a good girl, all you need to do is beg, alright? There will be no more hitting or kicking, though I will have to do a few other things but no harm will come to your body. Now look into the camera and fucking beg like the whore I know you are.” He steps behind me and places his hands on my shoulders.

A whimper leaves my lips as his fingers dig into my shoulders. I’m trembling in his grasp as he fingers briefly loosen their grasp to sneak into the collar of my shirt. A half hearted scream is next to fill the empty room followed by the sound of ripping fabric. My shirt is falling off my shoulders and I can no longer get myself to look at the camera. This man’s unfamiliar hands slide down my shoulders to cup my breasts over the bra giving them a rough squeeze. Tears are streaming down my face as I try to hold in more cries as his rough groping continues. He is leaning down so his chin is right near my ear, “What a good girl.” Those words have never sounded so disgusting.

I never thought I would hate those words but maybe it was just the mouths they were coming from. I can’t stand this short man, everything about him makes my blood boil with hatred. He said he wouldn’t hurt me anymore but why do I feel worse then when he was beating me. A question runs threw my mind as I try and distance myself from all of this.

“Why are you doing this?” I choke out.

He chuckles and whispers in my ear, just loud enough for me to hear, “Because those bastards needed a little encouragement. They didn’t even bat an eye when we told them we had you. Maybe playing with their favorite toy might get a little something. So we figured a little video to show them how wonderful your time here is.”

“You’re lying, get your fucking hands off me! I want to go home! Let me go!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

“Good girl, scream for me.”

Letters & Questions Part lll

“Do I love Tarquin? It’s too new to tell but I think that I could love him, easily. Things with Tarquin are light, easy, and I have no worries or stress when I’m with him. We have dinners with friends, sail by the moonlight, talk, and even joke. It’s not complicated” said Nesta.

Cassian gave her a level look “Would we have been complicated?”

“Yes, we already were, there would never have been just us. It would always include her, Mor. She didn’t want us to be close and you’ve been hers for 500 years, Cassian, I can’t compare to that. You know what I don’t want too either, I don’t want to compete for your attention or love. You say she’s only a friend but she has laid claim to you and she let me it. I have to be okay with that. I am okay with that.” Nesta tried to look at Cassian with some sort of empathy but she couldn’t, he needed to hear this apparently.

“Well I’m not. ”

“Why though?”

“Because you’re my mate” he nearly snarled at her.

Nesta merely snorted at this revelation. “Oh please, I am not.”

“You are, you’re just refusing to acknowledge our bond but it’s what you are Nesta. I’ve wanted to tell you. I wanted to go to the human lands, find you and tell you. I didn’t know you were still here, falling in love with Tarquin.”

“Everyone in the NC knows where I am, how do you not? Haven’t you asked Azriel or Rhysand? Mor knew, she talks to Amren. What about my sisters? Why didn’t you talk to them?”

“I assumed. I’ve been gone for months. I’ve had to fix the Illyrian camps, train the new commands, visit the families of the dead. I had to realign the legions. I asked Mor and she said you were fine. I thought you were doing fine in the human realm.”

“It always comes down to Mor. I think that she is the one you should be talking too, not me” she took a sip of her juice and a bite of melon.

Cassian stood and paced back and forth across the balcony. “Is there anything I can say or do to change your mind?”

“Not at the moment General.”

“Why can’t you address me by name?”

“Cassian, I was just trying to keep this as impersonal as possible.”

“Mother’s tits Nesta, really?” He yelled.

A knock at the door and Amren entered.

“Cassian I was just walking past when I heard you’re lovely voice coming through the walls. Tell me, why are you here, pestering Nesta.” Amren’s eyes gleamed with delight. She loved getting on Cassian’s nerves.

“She, she, she denies that we barely know each other, keeps calling me General, says there is nothing between us, thinks Mor and I have something going on, and she denies that she is my mate.” This all came out in an anguished voice that Amren had rarely heard, she wasn’t sure how to react. She had all these new feelings. Cauldron how did they deal with this?

“Nesta, is all this true?” Amren asked.

“Of course. It’s been 6 months Amren, have I mentioned this over grown bay that is currently throwing a temper tantrum in my room.” Nesta kept her voice cool and light.

At this Amren looked away from Nesta and towards Cassian. “She has not. I’m sorry.” She hated feeling sorry for him.

Cassian sat down at the table again and drained his juice. Amren snapped her fingers and wine appeared in front of him. He poured a glass of that and drained it too.

“Tarquin” Amren said “has sent me to find out if you will be staying for dinner tonight and if you’ll need a room.”

“I don’t know” Cassian grumbled.

“Cassian” Nesta tried not to sound too exasperated “if you’d like to stay for dinner stay. If you want to go to Velaris go. No one is going to beg you to stay or force you away.” Nesta poured herself a glass of wine.

“I’ll have dinner but I won’t stay the night. Could you let Tarquin know Amren?” Amren simply nodded and winnowed away.

“So, an I to entertain you for the rest of the day?”

“No, I’m content to sit here if you have something else to do.”

“I don’t, I was going to go on a walk later but I can do that later tonight.”

“With Tarquin?”

“Yes, with Tarquin. We often walk on the beach after dinner…” Nesta’s voice trailed off. Cassian sounded defeated. She could make one day with him, well 5 hours. “I’ll sit here with you if that’s okay?”

“It is. Maybe we could just talk or play a game.”

Intriguing, “what game?”

“Well it’s usual 20 questions but that’s a lot. Let’s just ask each other questions and answer truthfully.”

“That’s not a game Cassian. That’s an honest conversation.”

“Well, let’s do that. I’ll start, something easy. My favorite color is red. What’s yours?”

Nesta tapped a finger against her glass. “Red huh? Is that because of that dress Mor always wears” he groaned. “It’s gray, charcoal gray nearly black.”

“Now you ask a question” Cassian said.

“We aren’t explaining our color choices?”

“Is that you question? Why is red my favorite color?”

“No! I can think of something better than that. Okay okay I got it? How many people have you slept with?”

“People?” He snorted. “You’re assuming that I’ve slept with men too?”

“You’ve had 500 years, why not?” This was stated quite flatly, deadpan.

“35 females, no males, 7 threesomes with no males. If I found a male that I’d be interested in I’d go for it but it’s been 500 years so I’m not holding my breathe.”

“35? That’s it? I mean you should have at least 400.”

“I’m not a slut Nesta Archeron, besides these all aren’t one night stands.”

“Okay, who was the best?” She asked a little too enthusiastically.

“Sorry Sweetheart, my turn” he laughed as Nesta pouted, her bottom lip jutting out slightly. “Are you still a virgin?”


“Nesta, may I ask a follow-up?”

“No. Who was your best liver and how long did it last?”

“That has a follow-up question.”

“Doesn’t. Continue” she smiled, she really was enjoying herself.

“Not many stand out but I guess Daya. She was from Monteserre, on the continent. She had short blonde hair, big brown eyes, and a large mouth” he grinned. “We were on and off for a few decades. She was a blacksmith by day and a siren at night, all glam. Then she met her mate. A male from the Autumn Court. I heard she died about 20 years back. Not sure how, don’t want to know how. She was a good female and I the cauldron gave her a good life.” He shrugged as if it had been nothing at all. She knew it that wasn’t true.

“Have you ever been in love?”

“No” Cassian waved an arm at her to elaborate. “Fine. As a human I was engaged to a man named Tomas. Feyre warned me of his family but I already knew that his father beat his mother and that no one ever tried to stop it. I broke it off and it didn’t end well. We fought and he… I got away. I think I could fall in love with Tarquin though. It’s nice and easy here. I love lounging on the boats at night and sipping champagne until dawn, I’ve never had anything like this.”

Cassian looked thoughtful but just nodded.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Anything meat” Nesta laughed.

“What a male thing to say General.”

“Meat, ale, and women” they both laughed.

“Nesta what is your favorite book and why?”

Nesta’s face went as red as his siphons. “It’s a book from the human realm, cauldron boil me. Love on the High Seas. It’s about a rogue pirate that scores conquest at sea and stuff.”

“OMG! Have you made Tarquin into your fantasy pirate?” Cassian was howling with laughter.

“Keep your voice down” Nesta hissed. “I would never turn Tarquin into a pirate.”

“Not roguish enough?”

“Tarquin is a gentleman” Cassian just laughed.

“I won’t be able to look at him with a straight face ever again.”

“You have too! Cassian! You said you’d stay for dinner.” Nesta would magically tape his mouth shut if she had too.

“Don’t worry these secrets are just between us.”

Nesta breathes a sigh of relief. “My turn” she said.

“No… its mine.”

“No, you asked if I turned Tarquin into my fantasy pirate.”

“Fine. It’s your turn sweetheart” he chuckled.

“Cassian? If you were stuck on an island alone what 3 things would you bring with you?”

“Can I bring another person?”

“No! 3 things not people.”

“Okay, so an axe to cut firewood, a fishing pole, and Love on the High Seas, for entertainment purposes only.” Nesta threw a chunk of melon at him that Cassian caught in his mouth.

“So Nesta what 3 things can you not live without, not people but things?”

“I’ve developed a liking for frozen strawberries in my champagne, my favorite pillows and blankets, and Love on the High Seas for its entrainment value only.” They both burst out laughing.

“I might to borrow this book.”

“I’ll send you a new one. My binding is falling apart.”

They laughed again.

“My turn, Cassian, what is your greatest ambition?”

“To lay in bed with you” Nesta stopped laughing as he caught her eye “after we’ve acted out your favorite scene from Love on the High Seas.”

She was red all over and she’d covered her eyes but she couldn’t stop giggling. “That is not your dearest ambition, it can’t be. You just learned of this very inspirational book.”

“ And it inspired me to make it my dearest ambition.”

“You’re such a rogue” she laughed.

“Could be your rogue” he became serious.

“No you can’t. I’m seeing someone, and it’s not just someone, he’s the High Lord of Summer.”

“That, sweetheart, is an excuse.” Cassian popped another melon chunk into his mouth.

“If we were together and went back to Velaris it wouldn’t be like this.”

“Like what Nesta?”

“Fun. I’m having fun with you Cassian. But there would be family dinners and Mor and it would make things very awkward for Amren here.”

“Amren is a big girl and we are mates. Even Tarquin can’t be mad at that, plus it’s only been a week. Doesn’t Tarquin deserve someone that is staying for him because of him and because it’s easy? That isn’t fair to him is it?”

“No Cassian it’s not fair but I also love the Summer Court.”

“Hypothetically, let’s say you and I were to marry and mate tonight” Nesta gasped. “Just listen, I will buy a house on the sea. It’s colder but it’s still pretty, and it’s gray. We can hide out in the mountains for a week while we house hunt. There are tons of little sea side villages. We don’t have to live in Velaris.

I can talk to Mor with Rhys and Feyre, there’s no reason for her to come to our home unless there’s an emergency. I do have to work with her though and She has been my friend for 500 years and I can’t just stop that. She’s family and I love her like a sister or cousin, nothing more.

You know they’ll insist on family dinners but we don’t have to go to every single one.

Don’t stay here because it’s easy. Come with me because I love you. I can’t give you a perfect life with a palace on the sea, I wish I could Nesta but I can guarantee that I will give you a life full of love through the good times and the hard times. What do you say, come home with me.”

“Give me 10 minutes. I have to tell Tarquin I’m leaving with my mate, soon to husband.” Nesta winked at him and winnowed away.

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