Author’s Note: rainbow!pcy has messed me up in all the ways a person can be messed up, and so this had to happen. he is now my 80s daydream boyfriend. endless love to @kimnamwho and @suhotrashanon for being wonderful bit readers and betas <3 low key dedicating this to @the-porcelain-doll-xo who deserves all the PCY smut she can handle <3
Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female)
Genre: shameless smut
Warning: explicit language; explicit sex
Word Count: 4,053
Los Angeles in the summer is oppressive, almost aggressive in the way it clings to your skin and presses on you, making you feel like you’re forced to swallow its wetness whole. You always hated it, the way it slithers down your back in a drop of sweat, steals the moisture from your mouth and makes you thirsty; aching to be touched, yet untouched in the warmth. The only place you can feel any sort of reprieve is the Manhattan Beach Pier, one long expanse of wood and sea breeze removed from the neon of the city. Here, the metal railing cools your hot skin and your tongue tastes the sea, hair ruffling in the wind as your body starts to relax. Here, you let yourself be unmade - just a little. You relax into yourself and your tight dress. Here, summer doesn’t seem so violent or so long.
Isabella married Edward II of England when she was twelve and he was in his twenties. In part due to her young age and her husband’s preference for his male favorites (the sexual element of these relationships cannot be determined with certainty), Isabella initially found herself overshadowed as queen. However, as time passed Isabella would prove herself a valuable support for Edward in his conflicts with his barons, acting numerous times as a liaison to her natal family in France and shoring up support in England. The exile and later murder of Piers Gaveston, Edward’s favorite, would further expand Isabella’s political role even as she gave birth to four children. Yet with the rise of the Despensers, Edward’s new favorites, Isabella found her position in jeopardy and her own relationship with her husband deteriorating. Following the seizure of her lands and children by the Despensers, who treated her as a foreign enemy, Isabella traveled to her brother, the King of France, there denouncing those that came between her and her husband and assuming the garments of a widow. Not long after she began an affair with disgruntled Marcher lord, Roger Mortimer, and having had her eldest son brought to her, began to raise a mercenary army to invade England. Edward and the Despensers fled at their approach, yet once captured the latter two were brutally executed, Edward deposed and placed under house arrest and her son named Edward III. Legend holds that Isabella ordered her husband murdered with a red hot poker, however the validity of this is dubious and would shape her later reputation as the “she-wolf of France”, originating in the 18th century. Isabella would rule with Mortimer as regent for her son for four years until Edward III overthrew them and executed Mortimer. Isabella herself would enter a luxurious retirement until her death in 1358, at which time she was buried in her wedding dress with her husband’s heart.
WARNING!!!! I understand that this fic may be very triggering as it contains mentions of murder, extreme violence and rape, so if you are sensitive to those topics I recommend you DO NOT read this. Thank you in advance.
Moving to a new town is hard, especially after the company you worked for went bankrupt and you’re left jobless and alone in the hot, summer weather. Thankfully, a close relative informed you about a new apartment near them that was insanely affordable. You didn’t even think twice about the possible living conditions before driving out to the secluded town. In all honestly, anything would’ve sufficed as long as you got out of your old apartment which was now too expensive for you to rent out (not to mention the air conditioning cut off a while back).