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Childhood Friends and Adult Foes - A Prompt List

Anonymous said: Ahhhh your prompts are A M A Z I N G. could you do some where the villain becomes the possessive hero’s prisoner?? maybe they were close friends years ago???

Anonymous said: Lol so i loved your prompts of villains taking care of their sick heroes. Could we have heroes taking care of their sick villain? Extra points if the villain is whiny and clingy xd

wanderingmind18 said:Hello! Could you do a prompt where a hero helps an injured/sick villain or vice versa? If that’s already been done, then sorry for asking twice but can you please direct me to it? Thank you so much! Your prompts are always inspirational :)

Anonymous said:more hero and villain childhood friends prompts? 

1) “I promised I’d save you,” the hero said. 
The villain glared up at them, expression edged feral and desperate. “I don’t want your help! I don’t need your help! There’s nothing wrong with me.” 
“They’d kill you if they caught you, after what you’ve done,” the hero said, as if they hadn’t even heard the villain. “So for your own safety, I’m going to keep you here for a while.” They knelt down, looking at earnestly at their enemy, cupping hold of their face. “I wish it didn’t have to be like this.”
“If you wish that - fucking uncuff me!”

2) The hero looked down at the villain, pallid on the bed, bent over and wracked with coughs that hacked through their lungs so hard it made tears spring to their eyes. They couldn’t help reaching out, rubbing their back, fussing over pillows, stroking their hair. They couldn’t help noticing, too, the way that the villain melted into touches with fever-glazed eyes. Docile. Nasty as anything otherwise, when they felt so wretched, but instantly docile at a touch. It would be very wrong to feel powerful. Not proper. And yet - they wished it was that easy to render their enemy harmless normally.

3) “Don’t look at me like that,” the villain rasped. They appeared utterly pitiful - hair lank and greasy, eyes bagged, nose blocked and reddened, shivering with temperature. “Like we’re still friends. We’re not friends. Don’t do this. I don’t need your help!”
“Of course you don’t,” the hero agreed placidly. “This isn’t help, it’s guard duty. You’re no use to us dead.” And if that was a truth, but not the whole truth, they looked away. Tried not to be hopelessly reminded of the young kid they used to know, because oh the villain seemed so much younger like this. 

4) “You forget, I know you.”
“You think-” 
“-I know you,” the hero said, more fiercely now, flatly. “I know how you think, your fears, your dreams, your first crush. I was your best friend. So drop the fucking act and tell me what the hell you’re playing at that or I’m calling your mother.” 
The villain gaped at that. 

5) “How exactly did you manage to wangle getting me into your custody?”
“Save the world once, people will give you anything you want,” the hero said. “Perhaps you should have tried it.”
“Anything in the world you could have and you picked me? I’m flattered,” the villain purred to hide their unease. “Feeling guilty that you didn’t nip me in the bud back when we were kids?”
“Guilty? No,” the hero said. “But you are my responsibility, and you know I take my responsibilities seriously.”
 It sounded rather like a threat and the villain shifted. “Ah, you shouldn’t have. Wouldn’t want to put you out. I’m sure there’s plenty of prisons you could come and visit me in to perform your heroic duties.”
“Plenty of prisons you can escape from, you mean?” The hero tugged them inside. “Nah, I think I’ll keep you. The world doesn’t know what to do with you.”
“But you do?”
The hero smiled. 

Kingdom Come Pt. 1 [Damian Wayne x Reader] AU

A/N: You got a Dick Grayson series (kinda), you got a Jason Todd series, you got a Batsis series… now prepare for a Damian Wayne series! 

Tags: @batboysimagine @batfamily-imagines @tim-help @memento-scribet @saramdeuli 

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Princess!Reader

Warnings: None… yet :D

Word Count: 755


Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a beautiful princess. She was a young princess, innocent and naive and clueless about the world. All she knew was the world behind the castle walls, the world that was her own little kingdom, and what a gorgeous kingdom she had indeed. For everything thrived and there were no disloyalty or burglary, there was only love and peace.

Her castle was her bedroom chamber, high above on the east wing of her father’s domain. It towered above her little kingdom, where rows of magnificent roses, blooming dandelions and vibrant bougainvillea grew. Further west, there was a sparkling pond where the merpeople lived.

It was her own kingdom, seen only by the eyes of her imagination, because she was often lonely. She had no friends, no partner-in-crime. Her handmaidens were all older than her and they tended to her every need, nothing more, nothing less. Her guards only existed to give their life for her, not to befriend her. Therefore, she created her own friends with the power of her mind… and loneliness.

But one day, something quite extraordinary happened.

A knock resonated through the princess’s bedroom, causing her to move from her place by the window. “You may enter.” she informed the person outside. The oak door to her bedroom opened with a creak and one of the servants of the castle entered, bowing before straightening himself.

“Your Highness,” he said with a clear voice, “the King and Queen requests your audience.”

She nodded at the servant. “Tell them I will be there shortly.” The servant bowed once more and left her room, closing the door behind him. As soon as he left, she called her handmaidens to change her clothing. When meeting her parents, she had to be dressed appropriately, and a casual gown such as the one she was wearing now was unfit for such occasion.

Once she was ready, she headed through the stone corridors towards the throne room, accompanied by her loyal guards. All her subjects that she passed bowed or curtsied to her, their princess.

“Her Royal Highness, Princess [F/N].” she heard someone announce before the large doors opened for her.

When she entered the throne room, she immediately noticed there were a few unfamiliar faces. Though she was only a young girl at the mere age of nine, she was well-educated and mature for her age. From the way they were dressed, they were Knights.

Everyone lowered their heads as the princess entered and no one spoke a word. She walked up to her parents and curtsied before speaking. “You have summoned me, father?”

“Yes, my dear.” her father stated kindly, reminding her that even under formal circumstances he was still the same man that tucked her to bed every night, no matter how busy he was, “I have called you to meet your new personal guard.”

“My… personal guard?” [F/N] repeated, confusion laced in her voice, “is there a reason for this? I have many already…”

Her father sighed and gave her a weary smile. “I’m afraid I have to remove most of them from their duties guarding you.”

“Why?” she asked, slightly alarmed.

“You do not need to know the reason now, my child. Now, come.” her father urged, beckoning her forward. Although she was still clueless to what was happening, she did as she was asked.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a young boy, about her age or perhaps a little older, step forward. Though small like her, he certainly didn’t look weak or feeble. He wore the clothes of a knight and had a sword strapped to his belt.

“This is Sir Damian, of House Wayne.” her mother voiced, “as you know, House Wayne has been loyal to the [L/N] family for generations. They are the most skilled warriors of this land. The young man is tasked with protecting you. He will go where you go, fight your battles, and if needed, lay down his life for you.”

[F/N] nodded and turned back to study Sir Damian. He had sharp features with a slightly exotic complexion. His tanned skin brought out his emerald eyes, something she decided she liked most about him.

She watched as he got down to one knee, lowering his head. He said his oath, swearing to protect her, before raising his head to look at her. Not knowing what to do, she simply smiled kindly at him.

And that was when everything changed.

Negan imagines -The Blame Part 9

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

A/N: Doesn’t it feel good to be back?! I have missed this fic and I have missed The Walking Dead. I am so excited for this half of the season and so excited to see where I can take this fic :) So Happy Valentine’s day sweeties and I hope this is okay for y’all :)

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Living with Negan has some conditions. Some conditions you’re not too happy with…

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1,622

Warnings: Explicit language, Negan being Negan, 

Your fingers circled over Negan’s chest as it rose and fell with his shallow breathing. He had his eyes closed in bliss and his arm wrapped around you. 

“Negan?” You whispered. Negan hummed in response. However before you could ask what you wanted, a knock on the door interrupted you. 

“What?!” Negan called from his bed. The door opened and in came Dwight along with two other of Negan’s men. 

“Sir. Sorry, Sir.” One of the men apologised as they had interrupted. Negan climbed from the bed and pulled on his jeans. 

“What’s so damn important you just had to interrupt when I specifically said not to?” Negan asked, he tossed you one of his shirts as he had ripped your own and then picked your panties off the floor. He threw them at you with a hearty chuckle.

“Negan.” Dwight reminded him that they had news. 

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Imagine Deadpool finally showing you his face.

“Come on!” You beg, waiting for the loudmouth merc to refuse, like he always did.

“You let me fuck you, why would I ruin that with my hideous face?” Wade focuses back on the television, his hands gripping at the Xbox controller.

“Fine. You’re not tapping this ass until you show me your face.” You muse, leaning back into the couch to continue to kick his ass on Call of Duty.

“You stupid beautiful asshole,” He pauses the game and turns to you, “ You wanna see my face? Fine, but be warned. Pure ugliness.”

Wade waves his hand around his face, before slowly peeling off his mask. His scarred face stares at you, waiting for the regular response he usually gets. But you just stare, trying to figure out who he reminds you of.

“Well?” Wade waves his hand in front of your face, grabbing your attention once more.

“Holy shit!” You gasp.

Realization hits you as Wade’s face fell, “You kinda look like Ryan Reynolds.”

“That stupid Canadian? He can barely act!” Wade shakes his head, ready to unpause the game but he turns to you again, “I’m cuter, right?” 

He wiggles his eyebrows up and down, making you laugh.

“Definitely. So much cuter, Wade.”

anonymous asked:

Okay okay so sorry I'm about to fan girl all over the place. One little thing I noticed in the most recent chapter when Touka was making all the silly pained expressions was Kaneki saying "Are you?" And while it could end with "okay?" I'd like to think Kaneki was asking "Are you a virgin?" (He seemed sorta surprised to me maybe because a few chapters ago she was cooly asking about his virginity so maybe he assumed?) also his tears!!! Was he crying out of happiness? Sadness? His inner haise???

Fangirl away, anon, if there was ever a time for it, it’s now! Think you might be reading a different translation than me, ‘cause in the mangastream version he definitely says “Are you okay?”

He was crying for the same reason he did when he first saw her in :re (and it’s a deliberate callback to that). The fact that he can be with someone he loves and, crucially, who loves him back, is enough to move him to tears. This chapter was a moment of pure affection between the two of them. No mention of any tragedy or responsibility or the outside world at all. In that moment, it was all there was. Can you imagine his sense of relief? It kind of reminds me of a poem by John Donne called ‘The Sun Rising’ , especially with the reversed 19 referring to the Tarot for the Sun this chapter. Doubt Ishida’s read it, but I thought it was fitting.

She’s all states, and all princes, I,
              Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honor’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
              Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
              In that the world’s contracted thus.
        Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
        To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.

ryan doesn’t do painkillers. he just doesn’t.

he likes to be wholly in control of his brain, and all facilities that come with it. painkillers tend to leave one loopy or tired. and not only does he really, really hate that feeling, but he simply can’t afford it.

under painkillers, his reflexes are lowered, his inhibitions dropped. he’ll grab someone’s arm hard enough to bruise if they try to pull his mask off, regardless of his mental state, but if he’s dosed up, it’s much more difficult to keep someone from doing whatever they want. if someone really, really wants to take the mask off of him while he’s flying high on morphine, he won’t be able to stop them. and that’s dangerous enough as it is, with his identity as his most prized possession after so many years.

but then there’s the talking.

under the mask, ryan haywood is a nice guy. he’s personable. hell, you can even call him chatty. so when he’s spaced out on painkillers, his tongue gets away with him. he doesn’t pay attention to what he’s saying, what he’s doing. he’ll mumble away about anything and everything that comes to mind, regardless of how personal it is.

that’s how the crew found out his name. a slurred word in a narcotic haze.

( to their credit, no one but gavin called him that afterwards, carefully sticking to vagabond after jack warned everyone that he might not take kindly to them suddenly knowing who he was. this continued until he’d finally looked up one day, exasperated, and said ‘i know you assholes know my name, just fuckin’ say it.’ to which michael had belted an off-key rendition of ‘say my name’, one that geoff and gavin had joined with greater enthusiasm than knowledge of the lyrics. )

they remind him that he’s not superhuman. they remind him that ray numbs the pain with weed, that geoff numbs the pain with booze. they remind him that he can just shut himself in his room and no one will bother him.

( they will. they care. )

he reminds them of gavin falling asleep on guard duty.

( ‘it’s like that, but gavin being high as fuck and also me.’ )

he reminds himself of how it felt to fail in the past. how it felt to not be able to pull the trigger on time. he reminds himself that it could happen again, more easily if he were high on painkillers.

( bruised ribs, he reminds himself, are bullshit if you think about any of his crew dead because you were too sleepy to act fast enough. )

so he just takes two aspirin and never calls in the morning.

A is for: Attagirl

Notes: This is my submission for the ABC’s of Simon Challenge. I feel so terrible that it’s being submitted the last day, but with a lot of medical issues going on in my life, it was difficult to find the time to sit down and actually write. BUT! Ideas for this have been floating in my brain since I took this challenge on, and man, I’m so happy I was able to get it done. It really, really kick-started my muse again. <3 

For now this is a one-shot, but I might continue it in the future!

Tagging: @simons-thirst-squad

Warnings: Language

Characters: Simon x female OFC 

Rating: SFW (few mentions of innuendos, sexual tension and what not, but nothing explicit)

Word count: 2,445

Originally posted by openinglogo

Judging by the scowls upon the faces of the Saviors as they come rolling through the gates, I guess that the little trip to Alexandria hadn’t gone well.

It comes as no surprise, really, when we are all summoned to the courtyard with our fearless leader glowering from above, declaring with his usual bravado that we are going to war. Negan is, as usual, stunning; he’s tall and lean and so damn commanding, and yet for some reason, I always find my eyes straying from him, wandering instead to one particular Second-in-Command that is never terribly far.

Simon looks irritated, hands dangling in front of his thighs, thumbs looped through the belt holes of his jeans as he stands just behind Negan, who is now ordering everyone who is capable and willing to begin training to fight. To win. To demolish Alexandria.

One of my hands strays to the gun at my belt absently as my gaze continues to flicker from Negan (trying to listen, I swear) to Simon (who, for some reason, makes listening really fucking difficult). I’ve been with the Saviors for what must be close to a year now, keeping my head down, doing my work. Kitchen duty had been a nightmare, at first, until at last someone had seen my skills on the firing range and promoted me to gate patrol. It’s nice, I’ve always thought, being able to zip myself into my warmest jacket on cool nights, with the crisp air in my lungs and the moon high above me, the weight of my gun in my holster comforting and familiar.

Usually, night patrols were peaceful, uneventful. Just how I liked them. Which is why I was surprised to find that we’d had an intruder from Alexandria several nights ago; Negan had been furious, of course, in that strange way of his. I’d only been glad that it had been my night off. I wasn’t fond of the idea of meeting the iron, like Carson. Like Dwight.

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anonymous asked:

ou are the best.. question what on your thoughts on how Richonne works as a unit?? I view them as the leaders of the group & it changes depending on the situation. Like Michonne got them to Alexandria & lead the charge but Rick lead the HT situation, and now she inspired him to fight Negan.. so I like how they are two different leaders but they complement each other in every way so why do you think they are so compatible??

Thank you :)

I think, at the most simple level, the reason why Richonne work so well is that they have a deep respect for one another. I know that may not be important in some duos, but it is for them. Neither would want the other to have to compromise who they really are. That is why they both work as leaders; because they bring different things to the table, and value those aspects in each other. They lead in different ways; they handle the same problem differently but always respect each other and the choices they make.

This is unrelated, but I was reminded when I read your Ask: I was watching Trevor Noah’s recent interview with President Obama, and Obama said something that really resonated with me. He spoke about leadership and the ways in which different people are able to get their point across and address the same issue in a different way.

It speaks not only to the strengths of the person, i.e. what they excel at, but also to their duties, responsibilities and what others expect of them.

If we applied this to TWD, Rosita shooting at Negan was a stupid thing to do. It got Olivia killed. It was not her call. She was not there when the community agreed that they would appease Negan with their subservience. But (and this is no disrespect to her character) that is what we are shown to be her strength; to take action. To be a fighter. She does not have to make decisions that keep the rest of them alive; her choices are selfish and insular. Her way for dealing with Negan was to shoot at him and place her life, as well as others’ lives, in danger. That’s not smart. That’s not leadership and no one expected her to lead.

If we look at Michonne, she went off to see if there was any way that they could eventually take down the Saviors; it is in her nature to take action as well. She admitted that they were vastly outnumbered, but could also see that there is a way that it could be done. Michonne is a strategist. Michonne is smart. While she is emotional, she is able to remain level-headed because that is what needs to be done. That is one of her strengths and it helps to motivate Rick into action as well.

I have said it before, and it is still true now, but Michonne does not seek Rick out to change his mind; she wants to ensure that he can see the potential within himself when he is doubtful. They work so well together because they bring out the best in each other. They both have a duty and responsibility to their group and have different views about how they should keep their group safe, but ultimately, they want the same thing. They want the same thing and respect each other enough to see it from a different view how they can get it done.

Michonne said that beating the Saviors could be done, but she didn’t want to fight them unless she had Rick by her side; unless she had his support. They just work better as a team, and she knows it; he knows that as well. That comes from respect and understanding.

I often think about what Rick said way back in S3 about Michonne sharing their common interests and them working on the same problem together. Even that early on, Rick could see that Michonne brought ‘something else’ to their struggle for survival. That there was something else about her that inspired something else inside of him; little did he know how key she would be to helping him be the man, the leader he needs to be.

Michonne, being the great judge of character that she is, knew Rick was the type of person she wanted to align herself with. Someone who got her to see the hope left in the world. Someone who brought her back when she was lost. Someone with whom she found friendship, family, love, and more; someone she wants beside her always *sighs*

It was always going to be that way with them, wasn’t it? They were always going to face their adversity together from that point in S3 and it’s been glorious to watch. I cannot wait to see more of them on my screen!

Originally posted by journeyslegend

Diplomatic Negotiations (long)

The characters in this story belong to @cyikemen from Midnight Cinderella otome game and inspiration with plot portions from @incorrectmidc. Thank you @incorrectmidc for giving me permission to use portions of your story.

NSFW, some smut, cursing

Wysteria had recently chosen their new Princess Elect. Her. She had been completely unprepared, because who on Earth would really be prepared to wake up one day and become a princess? Either way she was it now. A commoner who lived in town and tutored students now attempting to rule a country. *sigh* What’s a girl to do.

It’s been about a month since her coronation as princess and she’s taken heaps of lessons on a whole array of things: language, Wysterian history, dancing, etiquette, and other important skills to run a country particularly diplomatic negotiations. Now, that was her favorite subject to study. Not because it meant going over old documents about previous trade agreements and current sanctions. No no that’s not it at all. Rather it had something to do with a mysterious country with tenuous ties to Wysteria and a particularly handsome king. 

They met at her coronation and exchanged a brief introduction. The Princess was immediately drawn to him in his dark, pressed clothes and shiny, dark hair. As far as she knew he was off the block to be her prince consort. Why would he be if he barely communicated with Wysteria as it is? But God he was hot as fuck.

A few weeks after the coronation she confirmed it for herself. He was hot, he knew it, and he knew what to do with it. Their first round of diplomatic negotiations had been solved in a rather unconventional way. 

“Princess, what are the terms of trade,” he whispered huskily in her ear as Byron proceeded to kiss his way down her neck, “gold, food, or textiles?” His teeth grazed the spot in the crook of her neck and it made her hot down to her very core. 

“Food,” she moaned as his tongue smoothed over the same spot he just nipped,”for textiles.” Byron was running his hot hands all over her body. Even through her clothes she could feel the heat of his hands roaming everywhere she wanted them to and all it was doing is making her hotter and hotter. Her breath was ragged and panting. He was in no better shape. 

He could feel how supple her body was in her hands and her ragged breath was hot as fuck. She let out a moan as he kissed his way along the top of her dress. Her moan was hot and husky and it did nothing to help the tightness growing in his pants. The princess’s hands were hot and soft as they pulled out his shirt and slid their way up his chest. He wished they would slide lower instead she started to unbutton his shirt, slowly and painstakingly for him. Fuck he couldn’t take it and grabbed her by the ass she wrapped her legs around him while he carried her to his desk.

His cock was hard as fuck and it was rubbing against her ladyhood in all the right ways. It made her so hot she wanted more. She moaned right in his ear as he lifted her and walked her over to the desk. The friction between them was ah-mazing. As soon as she was seated on the desk he smashed his mouth on hers in passionate kiss his tongue exploring her mouth. While they were busy kissing she was making quick work of his pant buckles. He pulled away.

“Princess,” he groaned his forehead on hers as he watched her hands on his pants. It was hot as hell watching her hands pull out his full length and when skin hit skin he almost lost it. 

“Princess, shall we seal our deal?” He was rubbing her through her panties while she writhed on the desk stroking him.

“P-Please…I’m- aaaahhh,” she moaned while one finger teased her entrance. Her panties were off and hanging around one ankle. She leaned back on the desk as he slowly entered her dripping entrance. 

“B-By- King Byron…”

Fuck her moans were so hot he slowly pumped in and out and she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist pulling him deeper into her. Her moans were getting higher, but she was quickly undoing the ribbons to the front of her dress and he was eager to assist her. Once the ribbon was undone her breasts tumbled out nipples erect and begging for his mouth. He obliged.

“Byroooon. That feels so so ahhhh.” He voice was high pitched and he could tell she was getting close so he slowed his thrusts and paid closer attention to her breasts. Fuck they were the perfect handful and her skin tasted so sweet. His tongue swirled around one nipple and pinched the other. 

He surrendered her breasts after thoroughly teasing the other nipple ans whispered in her ear, “Shall I continue princess?”

“Yes, yes. I need you King Byron!”

Her saying his name was almost his undoing. He continued thrusting picking up speed. Her moans were non-stop and the higher the pitch in her voice the faster he went. God he was so close and he worried she wouldn’t get her pleasure before he came. 

“Byron..I-I’m gonna..” Before she could finish her sentence her climax wracked her body and she trembled in such utter pleasure. Watching her climax made King Byron lose it. He came harder than he’d ever done before and he couldn’t help but moan leaning his head back as he gave a few small pumps to finish.

The princess sighed as she came down from her pleasure then feeling his hot seed fill her up was the best part hands down. He pulled out slowly and she stood leaning on the desk while she fixed her dress. Byron quickly redressed as the princess pulled up her panties. 

“Thank you for your participation in these negotiations, King Byron.”

“It was truly my pleasure Princess. I’ll have Albert draw up the documents for you to sign.”

“Very well.” She smirked as she looked at him

And so it went for the next few months. Every chance they had they were in bed together. If it was diplomatic negotiations were always held in a study preferably on a desk and personal was usually in one of their chambers. There was one interesting time where diplomacy and personal intertwined in the library. There was a desk, but far fewer documents and a couch. Personally, it was one of her favorite times they had been together. 

It was far easier to negotiate in Stein than in Wysteria. Less nosy bureaucrats and far fewer people. Plus, they could be far louder in Stein.

Now the bureaucrats were getting pushy. They were upping the ante ‘encouraging’ her to pick a prince consort. There were plenty of Dukes vying for her hand, the captain of the Wysterian knights was an attractive man, but a bit vanilla in conversation. Llyod Grandier was definitely something else. Very experienced and knew what he liked. Sid was flighty though and often disappeared for some time before returning and their encounter only happened after a bit too much champagne during a ball the kingdom hosted for the dukes and archdukes in the country. There was a knock on the door to her study snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Come in.”

“Princess, I have a few documents for you to look over and your dance lesson begins in 30 minutes,” Giles handed me the documents. I promptly added the documents to my pile I was reviewing. 

“Thank you, Giles. I’ll be sure to make my way to the ballroom promptly.”

“Very good Princess. By the way the bureaucrats asked me to remind you about your duties to pick a Prince Consort.”

“Giles,” I sighed, “Please remind them I’ve not forgotten and am still trying to determine who to chose. They need to have a bit more patience.”

“Very well.” 

Giles left and I called in Nico who promptly arrived. 

“Nico, could you do me a favor?”

“Of course, Princess. What can I do for you?”

“I suspect Louis will have me practicing my lessons quite hard today. So, do you think you could have a warm bath ready when I’ve finished?”

“That should be no problem, Princess,” Nico smiled cheerily and walked with the Princess to her dance lessons. They chatted lightly about gossip from around the town. 

Her lessons concluded and she made her way back to her chambers for a lovely, warm bath before dinner. Nico, certainly kept his word the water was heavenly. She lay soaking in the tub because just as she suspected Duke Louis had made her work hard on her lessons and quite frankly her feet were killing her. While she soaked enjoying the warm water around her a thought occurred to her. “Wasn’t she supposed to start her cycle today?” 

A tendril of dread and anxiety wormed its’ way to her. Oh shit. She was supposed to start today and she was like clockwork every month. The Princess started thinking back to when she and King Byron had been together. According to her math the last time there were together was roughly two weeks ago. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about what they had done during their last meeting. 

There’s no time to dwell on those thoughts the princess needed to think of a plan. How long does one wait to determine if they’re pregnant? Two days? Five days? A week? There’s no way she could ask the royal doctor to examine her because he would go to Giles right away even if he promised no to. Then Giles would hover and her suitors would fret and worry and bother her till she got ‘better’. 

No she would wait five days just to give it plenty of time to decide and show up. After that she would figure out how to contact King Byron. Yep, that will do for now. The Princess got out of the tub, dried herself off and put on a casual summer dress for dinner. Nico arrived shortly there after to walk her to dinner. 

Over the next few days the Princess went about her breath with baited breath and anxiety. No one really noticed a change in the Princess except Nico who at one point inquired how the Princess was handling her day to day. She was able to quickly reassure him that she was indeed ok. She was not; as the days passed she panicked more and more. 

Finally, during the afternoon of the fifth day the Princess called for Nico to meet her in the garden during her free time. While the Princess sat on a bench soaking in the sunshine as Nico arrived with a tea cart and lovely snacks for munching. 

“Princess? I’ve brought tea and snacks.”

“Oh, Nico, thank you very much.” Nico began pouring tea for them and remarking on the beauty of the garden. 

“Nico, I’d like speak with you.”

Nico sat on the bench next to her. “Of course, Princess. You can tell me anything.”

“Can you keep a secret for me…and maybe help me out?”

Nico was taken aback by my question. “I can keep your secret Princess and I can try to help you as best I can.”

“Thank you. This is going to be hard to say, but I appreciate your confidence. I think I’m pregnant.” The Princess looked away from Nico blushing and trying to calmly sip her tea. Nico stared at her a bit dumbfounded then his expression softened. 

“Ok,” he smiled at the Princess,”what do you want to do next?”

The Princess was the next one to look dumbfounded. “You’re not going to ask whose it is?”

“No, I’m pretty sure I already know whose it is.”

“Whaaat? You do?”

“Yea,” Nico smiled at her, “King Byron’s, right?”

“Nico, how did you know?!”

“Princess, I know you don’t visit Stein as often as you do because you like the scenery.” Nico chuckled lightly.

“Well then,” the Princess remarked. “I guess you can help me after all. I need to get a message to King Byron about this preferably without alerting the bureaucrats or Giles.”

“Well you could write out a letter send it via pigeon.”

“Aren’t pigeons kind of dumb and easily confused?” The Princess asked hesitantly. “What if I do write a letter and have you deliver it to Stein?”

“Me?! What makes you think I would get into Stein?” Nico was taken aback by the Princess’s suggestion. 

“I know that we were in Stein that you would meet with King Byron on occasion. So you must have some sort of ties to him.”

Nico rubbed his neck and chuckled nervously, “I guess I could. I should be able to ride to Stein at night and have the letter to King Byron in a few hours.” He was hesitant.

“Look, Nico, I won’t tell anyone about your ties with Steins. I mean you’re keeping my secret and helping me out.”

“Alright Princess. We can get the message to King Byron.”

“Thanks, Nico. I really appreciate your help.”

After we finished our tea and conversation in the garden I went to my study and began writing my letter King Byron. 

King Byron,

I hope this letter finds you well. It has been some time since our last meeting. I would like to inform you of some important news. I suspect that I am pregnant. Our last meeting lines up appropriately and I thought you should be informed. 

Best wishes,

Princess of Wysteria

That evening Nico left with the Princess’s letter and made his way to Stein in the cover of night. Fortunately, Stein castle was roughly a four hour ride from the Princess’s castle. 

Stein Castle

“King Byron! King Byron!” Albert rushed to King Byron’s chambers where he had just retired after a long days work. There was an urgent knock on the king’s chamber doors. 

“Enter.” The king’s steely voice echoed in his room. Albert entered panting furiously with a light layer of perspiration on his forehead. 

“Your Highness, and urgent letter from Wysteria.”

“What? Wysteria? It’s so late,” King Byron’s voice was soft. “You may go Albert.”

Albert took his leave while King Byron stared at the letter. “What on Earth could Wysteria have to notify me of that is so urgent?” He opened the letter and read it quickly. 

King Byron was stunned. His mind had gone blank. He had no idea what to think. “The Princess is pregnant and I’m the father?!” Byron was elated. He was going to be a father! There were a few hurdles to tackle until the Princess was with him so he could care for her and their growing baby. He needed to bring her to him through permanent means which could easily be arranged. However, he was unsure how long she could keep this concealed from the palace staff. Someone must know how else would the letter of gotten to him. He needs to begin making arrangements for her arrival, but first she needs to know he got her letter. He left his chambers still partly dressed and headed for his study to write her a letter

“Albert,” Byron called for his Captain of the knights.

“Your Highness,” Albert was promptly by the king’s side, “what can I help with King Byron?”

“Bring me Spinner and when the staff awakes tell them to begin preparing the Queen room.”

“Your Highness?”

“I’m responding to the letter from Wysteria,” Byron stopped and turned to face Albert in the corridor, “in the morning I’ll be extending a proposal to the Princess of Wysteria.” Albert truly looked shocked and taken aback.

“My King? A proposal? Why have you made such a decision at this hour?” Albert inquired as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Nevermind why Albert. Please do as I have asked you.”

“My Lord.”

Albert left to retrieve Spinner for King Byron. Byron continued to his study and sat down and promptly began to write his letter to his Princess.


I have received your letter and I will care for you. Have some patience while I work things out.


King Byron of Stein

 King Byron stood and looked out the window in his study at the stars while he awaited Spinner. Shortly thereafter Albert arrived with Spinner. Byron attached his letter to Spinner and stroked the bird’s white feathers. He spoke to the bird in a quiet voice, “go to the Princess you know the way.” King Byron opened the window and off flew the white bird.

“King Byron what is going on?” Albert dared to ask his king.

“Don’t worry about it Albert. Get some rest until the staff awakes.”


Just before dawn the heard hooting on her balcony and she rose to check on the owl that she knew would be Spinner. That means King Byron received her letter. She removed the response from the owl and stroked his feathers. Reminding him that he is a good bird. After the brief affection Spinner departed for his home before the sun rose high in the sky. She read the letter even though it was brief.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Nico entered.

“Princess you’re already awake. I expected you to still be asleep.”

“No Nico I’m awake. I heard Spinner at my balcony with King Byron’s response so I have remained awake.”

 “Good news from Stein?”

“King Byron simply said that he will care for me and to have patience.”

“I trust King Byron has a plan.”

Nico helped the Princess get ready for the day and they proceeded to the dining room for breakfast. Giles went over the Princess’s schedule for the day. Busy as usual. I’m not sure how Giles thinks she was going survive being that busy. Just then one of the servants brought in a letter to Giles.

“What is this?”

“A letter from Stein,” the servant noted.

The Princess’s interest was piqued and watched Giles read the letter while she continued to eat. Giles read the letter furrowed his brow and read it again. The Princess was growing far more concerned as the time ticked on.

“Giles?” She asked.

“Princess,” Giles paused brows still furrowed,” the Kingdom of Stein has made you a marriage offer.”

She stared at Giles pretending to be shocked at the unexpected offer. Truly, she wasn’t all that surprised. King Byron did say he was going to take care of her and this would accomplish that goal. She thought of what this would mean and really she could find no fault in the plan. The Princess remained quiet and thoughtful for a moment.

“Princess? Are you alright?”

“I accept Stein’s proposal of marriage. I feel it will benefit both countries to have such a bond.”

“Are you sure? Do you need to give it more thought?”

“No, I’m certain. This is something that needs to be done.”

‘Very well. I’ll notify Stein and make arrangements.”

A week later the Princess and Nico were on their way to Stein as the Princess was headed there to be with her fiancé. She was glad Nico came with her and that he would be staying in Stein with her. Her things had been sent before her so her room would be ready. The carriage ride was rough and it jostled her much more than usual or she was becoming queasy much more easily.

At last they arrived after a few hours and King Byron greeted them out front which was very unusual for him. Nico stepped out first and King Byron assisted the Princess out and placed her hand on his arm wishing to keep her close.

He whispered in her ear, “Is it true?”

She looked at him with happiness and compassion. “I believe so, it still has not come.”

“Very well, we will get you settled and I’ll have a Steinian doctor examine you.”

“Thank you,” she said smiling at him.

After settling in and resting for a period of time one of the royal doctors came and examined her thouroughly. King Byron entered her chambers after approval from the doctor.

He looked from the Princess to the King speaking with confidence.

“My King, I do believe, with confidence, that the Princess is with child. Not far along I suspect, but definitely in the family way.”

“Thank you doctor. You may go. Do not speak of this to anyone other than the Princess and myself.” The doctor took his leave nodding in agreement.

Byron turned to the Princess and sat next to her on the couch gently touching her cheek. He kissed her softly whispering, “So it’s true. We will be parents.” Byron smiled. “I’m going to be a father.” He appeared wholey satisfied with the current situation. “We won’t tell anyone until we are married. It will be no more than three weeks time.”

“After we can announce that our heir is on their way.” The Princess beamed.

King Byron smiled at his princess, his future queen, and mother of his child.

Statement of Fact

Summary: Selene says it like it is. Gladion is flustered. Hau is a fanboy of a pretty actress and Lillie ships it.

Relationships: Gladion x PC, the Alolan Quartet, Hau is a fanboy.

Notes: Slightly AU. But not enough to matter.

It said a lot for the genes Lusamine had passed down to her children, Selene thought as she stared blatantly at Gladion over the food-laden table the four of them were sitting at, going over every aspect of his face like her ability was Keen Eye. It wasn’t anyone who could pull off being a punky edgelord and still have the face of an angel. Even during the times when he lived in a motel room and worked as a mercenary for Team Skull, not getting proper nutrition and under a lot of stress, Gladion had looked good.

Now, more relaxed, happier and well-fed, he was radiant. In addition to his fine-featured face - with the high cheekbones and the perfect nose and grass-green eyes shaped sharply - he had a leisurely air, like he could afford to chill. The vanished tenseness made him look both his age and a lot more approachable. 

If he smiled more, Selene thought idly, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think that he’d get cast as a model or an actor, maybe even an idol right off the streets by any castor with halfway decent vision. 

Actually, come to think of it, that was a likely possibility even if he didn’t smile. Wasn’t the bad boy concept getting popular?

He noticed. “Why are you staring at me,” he said flatly, losing his smile. He’d gotten happier, but someone staring intently with lasers practically shooting out of their eyes would make anyone uncomfortable and wary.

“Did you know you’re really good-looking,” she replied. Like him, it wasn’t exactly a question, more a statement of fact.

Hau choked on his malasada, and Lillie dropped her fork. Both of them gawped.

Gladion stared at her with disbelief, like she had suddenly morphed into an Ultra Beast before his eyes.

What, was the fact that he was good looking new to him? Did he not look in a mirror or something? Well, if he wasn’t fully aware of how good-looking he was, she’d have to let him know.

Selene continued talking. “Have you considered a career as a model? Or an actor? I heard that celebrities who are also really great battlers are all the rage now. Like that actress, Rosa something or another.”

Hau, being Hau, was the first to recover. It might have just been the mention of his favorite actress, however. “Oh I love Rosa! She was so epic in the Full Metal Cop series! Did you know she and her Pokémon do their own stunts? Did you know a fourth movie is coming out?!”

“You could do live-action really well, too,” Selene continued on, ignoring Hau when he went into his Praise-Rosa fanboy form. “You’re already pretty edgy, so …”

A tiny giggle escaped from Lillie. Gladion shot a betrayed look at his sister, who immediately tried to wipe the amused expression off her face. Key word being ‘tried’.

“I mean,” Selene continued on, getting really passionately into it. “It’s practically your civic duty to make your face widely known. It would be a crime to keep the rest of the world from your handsome looks. Seriously, think about it, Gladion.”

He sputtered, and then abruptly got up from his seat. The force he shot up with nearly knocked the chair over.

“I’m going to go pay,” he said in a strained voice, and began speed-walking towards the counter.

“Hey, we already paid!” Hau called.

At the friendly reminder, Gladion changed his directions and marched out of the café.

He wasn’t gone quickly enough for Selene to have missed the sight of the reddened ear peeking out from between pale golden hair, however.


“You know he likes you,” Lillie chided once Hau was out of earshot. She’d deliberately sent him away, asking him to keep an eye on his brother, and he had agreed to do so cheerfully. “Don’t tease him too badly.”

Selene finished her dessert. “I promise I’m not playing with him,” she told Lillie solemnly. She was serious this time, not the faux-solemn she’d been when teasing Gladion.

“I know,” Lillie replied. Her friend wasn’t the type to play with hearts.

She put down her fork and sighed. “Do you think that was too much?” she asked, looking uncharacteristically uncertain.

Lillie stifled a laugh at just how much Selene looked like a sad Rockruff, drooping its ears and tail in fear of losing affection. “Probably not,” Lillie said. “He doesn’t hold grudges.”

He wouldn’t against Selene, anyways. Of that Lillie was sure of.

And speaking of things she was sure of . . . .

“Why not just be the first to confess yourself?” she asked. Selene was certainly bold enough to do so. If there was something she wanted, she didn’t wait around shyly silently wishing it would miraculously fall into her lap one day. She reached out and snatched it up.

Not to call her brother an ‘it’, but why not do the same with him?

Selene sighed again, this time in exasperation. “He’s only just gotten to accepting me as a rival,” she reminded Lillie. “If he won’t even admit that we’re at the friend level, how am I supposed to ask him out?”

Her friend had a point. Lillie had a duty to stand by her brother’s side … but just this once she’d go with Selene instead.

Besides, supporting Selene would probably end up making both of them happier a lot faster.

Imagine you are a princess controlled by a regent, part II

 [Part I]

    Every few nights for the months that follow, the lord regent comes to your chambers to carry out his wishes. Once or twice would have been enough, you think, but he is determined to see the task through, and will not stop until he is certain he has gotten you with child.

    One by one, your servants disappear until you are isolated in your rooms with a single maid, a girl barely older than you who is completely under your regent’s thumb.

    While you anxiously anticipate a pregnancy, your mind plays tricks on you and confuses your symptoms. One day your breasts are puffy and aching and can’t stand to be touched; the next, you are begging the regent to take you roughly, over and over through the night. One day you can’t stop eating; the next, you can’t keep anything down. Your waist grows thick, but then, so does every other part of you, bloated and tender.

    Several months pass before a definitive bump swells in your stomach and the royal physician confirms that you are with child.

    The news reaches your regent first, and he is so pleased at his success that he bursts into your rooms shortly after nightfall, sweeping you up in his arms and whirling you around in celebration.

    “Halfway there,” he tells you, laying you down before the hearth and rubbing your belly through your thin nightgown with pride. “You’re doing so well.”

    “But what will the people think?” you fret, curling into his touch to hide from your troubles. “Not even a merchant’s son would marry me in this state.”

    He only hushes you softly, pressing a finger to your lips and a kiss to your brow. “Do only your duty,” the regent reminds you. “I will take care of everything else.”

    True to his word, you awake the next morning to a team of seamstresses in your rooms, ushering you out of bed to stand before the matron with her measuring cord in your insubstantial chemise. You wish you were anywhere but here as she wraps the cord around your swollen bust and waist, calling out the measurements to the room at large and glaring disapprovingly at the number of knots it takes to encircle your belly.

    A dozen seamstresses hurry to complete the dress inside of a week, even with your stomach growing rounder and heavier by the day, and the end result is beautiful despite the haste. You stand still as they pull the bilaut gown over your head and lace up the sides, pale blue silk on a fine white under-dress. Instinctively, you try to cover your protruding belly with the long sleeves that brush along the floor, but your handmaidens won’t let you. Instead, they tie a flat, woven belt low on your hips, making the swell of your stomach even more obvious.

    They lay a veil over your hair and perch a heavy golden fillet atop your head, and you are dressed for your wedding day.

    You are led through the drafty halls of the castle to the chapel, where only a few noble witnesses have gathered. With your father gone, there is no one with the authority to give away a queen’s hand in marriage, so you stand before the priest alone to take your groom’s arm.

    The man at your side lays a firm hand over yours, making you look up, and you are surprised to recognize your regent, dressed in a manner befitting a prince.

    Before proceeding with the ceremony, the priest opens a letter sealed with your father’s royal crest and reads it aloud, eliciting surprise from the onlookers. By official writ, your regent is granted permission to take you as his wife and, unexpectedly, to be crowned king jure uxoris. The only condition stipulated is that you must give birth to his successor.

    You are keenly aware of the witnesses’ eyes upon you as the vows are exchanged; or rather, of their eyes upon the high curve of your belly. They see two future sovereigns standing at the altar… and you are not one of them.

    Low in your gut, you feel a woozy flutter at the realization. Your hand goes to support your belly and your knees soften, making the regent catch you with a steely arm around your waist. The sensation persists until you realize it’s not nerves or nausea, but rather your child, quickening within you.

    Your regent (no, your husband,) far more perceptive than you, cannot suppress his triumphant, self-satisfied smirk as you whimper at his side. His hand, possessive over your belly, pinches your side tightly until you force out your vow to obey him in all things, to serve faithfully as his dutiful wife.

    Look, say his eyes, cool and calculating, I have made a queen mine. Her crown, her throne, her kingdom; all these are mine to command.

To be continued…

– Mlle (previously Lady)

Arranged Marriage (prince!Luke)

“You can’t make me, please don’t make me.” You whimpered, your eyes were beginning to well up in tears. Your father shook his head.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I can’t do anything to change this. It’s how it must be done.” Your father answered gravely.

You felt your heart plummet and you stared at him helplessly. Your sadness quickly boiled into anger, your form shot up as your fists curled.

“That’s a lie, you’re a liar father!” You screamed, shaking. His eyes narrowed and your mother’s posture stiffened.

“Y/n, don’t you dare speak to your father like that! You are a princess! Behave like one!” Your mother hissed. You gritted your teeth.

Parents they called themselves was it?

“How should I behave like a princess when I’m being traded off like a slave?” You snapped.

Hot, angry tears were sliding down your cheeks now.

“I have a duty to the kingdom Y/n.” Your father reminded you sternly.

“And what about your duty to me? Your daughter? Does that even mean anything to you anymore?” You screamed.

Your fists were beginning to pale.

“That’s enough Y/n. You will marry the youngest heir of the Hemmings. They will come to collect you tomorrow and you will go quietly whether you like it or not.” He ordered.

You glared at your parents, trying to deliver the betrays you felt into your expression before fleeing to your room. The second the large doors closed on your back, you collapsed into a sobbing mess sprawling across the floor dreading the dark future that awaited you.

You knew what your fate was. You’d heard countless whispered stories about the Hemmings family. King Andy and Queen Liz led the most ruthless empire known to mankind. Their sons, Princes Ben, Jack and Luke were rumoured to be meticulous assassins. Their regime stretched across graveyards of burnt villages and mass bloodshed.

And you refused to have anything to do with them.

You needed to do something, anything. To get away, to-to run. Yes, you need to run. Run far. Run fast.

You quickly scrambled around for a satchel and started to stuff your clothes in it. You pulled out a sack from under your bag and begin to toss in anything that you cared for. Soon enough the little snitches of daylight began to peak through the curtains.

You need to move right away.

You fastened the cloak you had gotten to use to sneak out of the castle to visit the town square and had changed into plainer clothes. You stealthily snuck out of your room by climbing down the tree that was near your bedroom window. Once you got down, you began to tip toe through the stables when you heard voices you quickly hid.

“Who goes there? Reveal yourself immediately!” A man’s voice. You winced, silently cursing before stepping in front of him.

He was a tall, attractive man and had sandy blonde hair. He was dressed in fine clothes, however his clothes were dirtied and he was holding a bunch of carrots while standing next to an unfamiliar horse. He must be part of the cavalry.

“Who are you?” He demanded, frowning at you suspiciously. Your inside stirred at his words.

“I’m a lowly maid.” You lied smoothly, surprising even yourself.

“I was sent here to check on the stables as the stable boy is ill today.” The man nodded, buying into your lie.

“Shall I tend to him?” You asked him, gesturing at his horse. The man shook his head. You prayed he would leave.

“No, I prefer to take care of my horses. He’s been with me since I was a child.” He explained. You nodded, moving towards to exit once you realized he wouldn’t budge.

“Hold on, what is that?” You froze at his words, not daring to turn around. Your eyes widened at your sack and satchel.

Suddenly your adrenaline kicked in, you grabbed your things and sprinted towards to stable gates when you felt hands grip your midsection tightly. The man forcefully turned you around, he peered at your face suspiciously before one hand reached for the satchel and pulled out your crown.

“You’re a thief are you?” He demanded, his grip growing tighter. You shook your head in panic.

“No! No! I’m not a thief! Let me go!” You screamed and thrashed in his grasp.

He held on to you with one hand, ignoring your struggle while rummaging through your bag with the second. He pulled out your clothes until he pulled out a small painting of you and your family. He stared at the painting, his face impassive, his grip slackened.

“Princess Y/n!” He gasped letting go of your immediately. You stood there stunned as he bowed.

“I’m awfully sorry for my behaviour.” He rambled, stumbling over his own feet to bow again.

“I had no idea it was you, you have every right to punish me.” You stared at him oddly at his words.

“I’m not going to punish you.” You told him slowly. He relaxed and looked up, cocking his head sideways in confusion.

“I’m sorry I lied actually.” You continued, suddenly bashful at his change in behaviour.

“What are you doing here?” The man asked you. You bit your lip, torn between telling him another or to tell him the truth.

“I’m going out for a bit.” You answered carefully.

The man looked at you even more confusedly. You couldn’t help but giggle at his expression. Was it permanent? For some reason, it made him look adorable.

“Is the Hemmings family not coming to take you today?” He questioned. You clenched your fists at his words.

“That’s why I’m going. For good. I can’t go with them.” You confessed out of the blue, once again surprising yourself. The man’s expression hardened however.

“Why not?” You hesitated slightly at his tone but continued anyway.

“I have heard nothing but horrible stories about them.”

“You shouldn’t always believe what you hear.” You recoiled at his words, suspicion now prickling your spine.

“Why would you say that? Who are you?” You asked, moving back from him. His expression soured.

“Because, I’m Luke Hemmings, princess.” Your eyes widened at his bitter words, and you shook your head, moving further back.

This cannot be happening.

“Why do you hate me so much? That would rather run away than be with me?” He asked. You looked at his face at his words. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t lashing out. He was…sad?

“You’ve killed thousands how could I believe you wouldn’t kill me?” You whispered, terrified. Luke shook his head.

“I hate to kill. I hate war. That’s why I proposed this. So my father would agree to not go to war with your kingdom.” Luke explained, turning away from you.

“My father likes to win, he thrives on fear. I don’t want to be like that.” You felt your throat close up. Your mouth felt cotton dry.

“I’m sorry Luke. That was wrong of me, to presume things I’m so sorry.” You said, moving to stand next to him.

“It’s alright, I would be reluctant too if I heard the stories.”

“Of marrying yourself?” You teased. Luke turned beet red before rushing to correct himself.

“No! No! If I was in your position, as if if I was you-”

“I’m only joking you know.”

“Oh.” A relieved sigh fell from his lips.

“So um, I’ll just act as if I haven’t seen you.” Now it was your turned to be confused.

“Pardon?” Luke looked uncomfortable now.

“Well you’re running away right? I can just say that I haven’t seen you if that’s what you want.” He said timidly. You let out a giggle and shook your head.

“I changed my mind actually.” You told him shyly. Luke’s face broke into a hopeful grin and you felt something pull at your heart.

“Really?” You nodded, you were taken aback when he rushed forward to hug you tightly.

“I’m really glad you changed your mind.” He whispered into your ear. Now it was your turn to blush.

Part Two

Conjugal Visits - Prologue

Summary:  Dean and the reader have a purely “friends with benefits” arrangement. One that comes with an interesting twist.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count: 396

Warnings:  None

Author’s Note:  So, this is the prologue to the smutty series I wrote about here. Every installment/chapter will be different. Once you’ve read this, if you have an idea for something you’d like to see, send me an ask and I just might include it (no promises though). Make sure you mention that it’s for the Conjugal Visits series. Are you guys excited? Because I am! Usual tags at the bottom, let me know if you don’t want to be on the list.

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Holy shit why are people so fucking rude???? Like this just reminds me that someone posted a gif set and there were people replying to it that said “Destiny sucks who even plays that game anymore” and “no one plays Destiny anymore”

Like ex-fucking-scuse you??? I’m not gonna see someone wearing like…a Call of Duty shirt and say “lol CoD sucks” to their face keep ur shitty opinions to yourself

This makes me so mad

Red // 3

Red — ft. Oh Sehun

// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language 

// 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 //

I hear Sehun’s gritting tone; how each syllable is terse and severe as if ready to engage in some bloody war of words. I hastily zip up the red dress and go out through the door, realizing it’s far better if I escape this private room and into the open. I hear him tango with an exasperated sigh and cleans up his appearance before trailing behind me as he rarely ever does. “I’m going to need you to repeat that.”


“I’m ordering you—” his fingers latch onto my wrists, stopping me dead in my tracks as he forces me back into his grasps. “Say it again.” 

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Because I gave up on the original Fate/Stay Night too early, I couldn’t stand Shirou’s “You shouldn’t fight because you’re a girl” attitude towards King Arthur, I find myself unable to ship Shirou’s/Saber (Arturia), not just with the two of them that is.

I ship Rin and Shirou –also I don’t get why people call her a tsundere in Unlimited Blade Works, when Shirou was the one acting all tsundere at Rin the whole time and Rin was trolling him hard and pretty straightforward about what she wanted, to the point that she took Shirou (and Arturia) on a date.

In fact because of UBW the only way Shirou/Saber (Arturia) works for me is when Rin is part of that relationship. Because Shirou and Saber are far too alike: self sacrificing, noble and duty bound that they need someone to always remind them to enjoy life and take care of themselves.

Rin is a good balance especially since Shirou would rush off and do something heroically stupid it would get him killed, Saber is more cautious but too serious, and both Shirou and Saber can offset Rin’s bad luck and refine her plans before her plans gets her killed.

Also, Arturia can head off Rin’s more mad scientist/mercenary/magus side.

Really they’re a good OT3.

I do wonder how Ufotable will write Shirou/Sakura in the Heaven’s Feel movies. I know it’s going to be really dark and graphic considering all the things Sakura went through since she was a child and I am looking forward to Rin taking a more active heroic role in saving or choosing to kill her darkened estranged sister.

Also I am excited to properly watch Saber’s (Arturia’s) Super powered Evil Side for real, although I am sure it will break my heart because Arturia will die corrupted. And that is such a tragic end that I want Ufotable to remake the original FSN so Arturia can have a happy ending after all the tragedy she went through.

ETA: That said, I just wanted to reiterate that Rin took out Shirou and Saber aka Arturia Pendragon aka King Arthur out for a date. At the same time. And it was heavily implied in the Good End of UBW that they will happily settle into a threesome relationship.