Title: Seduce & Destroy (Part Five)
Summary: A mother is desperate to save her daughter from being married off to the Master of the Town or worse, sold to the brothel for her father to be able to afford drink and rent when he is failing at bringing in money for the household. The mother finds a witch deep in the ancient woods willing to take a sharp cost to bestow safety on the daughter. If it truly ends up as safety… that is yet to be seen.
Pairing: Dark!Thranduil x Fem!Human Reader
Words: 2,150
Warnings (more may be added): Non-con, magical manipulation, mental abuse
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Yes, Thranduil absolutely creates tiktoks in his throne room, and in fact anywhere he goes.
He doesn't like the dances, since he believes they're not “regal” enough (although he does try to get Legolas to do them). Content Thranduil produces on Tiktok includes:
“Parenting tips” content. This is just him doting on his adult son, who is mildly embarassed by it.
He posts a lot about his flowers and his animals. Nothing to say here, these are pretty straightforward.
He also sometimes shares tidbits of his life which are very sassy and a little chaotic. In fact those are the tiktoks he would make in his throne room - complaining about anyone who comes in and mildly annoys him, or sometimes, at random, about Galadriel or Elrond, neither one of whom uses tiktok.
Another genre of tiktoks he makes include him filming himself during official meetings just making faces at the camera. This is why Elrond has implemented a no phones policy in Rivendell: when you enter, you have to put your phone in a box by the door. Thranduil hates this.
Thranduil’s favourite trend is “six foot tall and super strong”. He loves to show off his muscles, sure, but his favourite part is in fact being able to write in the bio that he's actually 6’5”.
Don’t forget showing multiple outfits in one clip with cool effects like you move an arm and suddenly you’ve got a new outfit on. He would absolutely do it as well.
How about a short thing about thranduil waking through his garden and finding an elith catching snowflakes on her tongue dancing in the snow on her work brake. She's a gardener. He thinks she's acting crazy but after watching a bit his curiosity gets the best of him and he asks her about it. She explains its a fun game the human children she met taught her and he begins to join her. Maybe she's really shy but also very excitable and once comfertable with him she acts like he's just another elf and they have a grate time bonding.
Or maybe he catches her playing with legolas catching snowflakes on there tongues and falls in love with how grate she is with him then he joins them and they bond.
Frost and Flowers | Thranduil Oropherion
Thanks so much for your request, it was such a cute idea and very fun to write! I didn't end up sticking to your suggestions for possible endings exactly hdhshj I hope that's okay and you like what I went with. Enjoy the read!
Word Count: 1.2k
Pairing: Thranduil x Reader
You had been quite alarmed this morning when you had woken up and realised how suddenly a frost had come over Greenwood. It was autumn, of course, where such things could happen, but in your long career as the caretaker of King Thranduil’s flower garden, you had learnt to predict when something like that was about to happen; it rarely took you by surprise any more, as it had that day. You knew that your king still had his summer flowers in bloom, some of which were rare and most of which were delicate, and they would need urgent attention. Not only did you take your position very seriously, since it was an honour, but you also loved those flowers with all your heart. This was why you were now rushing to the palace, trying to properly slip into your shoe as you were running.
When you arrived, you were especially worried about the orchids, since the King loved them most, and so you started wiping off the white frost that had rimed their delicate, colourful petals with your fingers. Thankfully, they seemed to have survived the near-disaster. You let out a relieved breath, then carefully placed some old fabric over them to protect them from the cold, which you would remove as soon as the sun came back, and proceeded to quickly do the same to the rest of the flowers. There were many of them, and so you worked tirelessly all morning.
You were almost done when you suddenly noticed a small, white snowflake falling on the back of your hand, a sharp contrast on the blue wool of your glove before it melted. It seemed as if the sun was not going to come out so soon, after all. When you had finished your task, though, and it started snowing more and more, you suddenly felt warm happiness rising in your chest. You had saved all the flowers just in time, and could not help being a little proud of that feat. Suddenly, you felt like celebrating, and since you were alone, or at least you thought you were, you started dancing around with the snowflakes around you. They became thicker and thicker over time and soon started covering the entire ground like a soft, white blanket. You looked up at the sky with a huge smile on your face, and almost without thinking, you stuck out your tongue and tried to catch the snowflakes with your mouth. You had seen small children of Men do this on one of your many travels to study the plants of the world, but had never even thought about trying it out yourself, so you had no idea why you had started doing it just then. You only knew that it was fun, and whenever you caught one of the snowflakes, it tickled a little on your tongue.
“What are you doing, Y/N?” you suddenly heard a little voice cry out, startling you.
You looked down into the curious little face of an elfling, who was dressed in a tiny, warm coat and scarf, peeking out from underneath a hat that was maybe still a little too big for him. Whoever had put it on him (probably his father) had made very sure that he would not get cold.
“Legolas!” You smiled, and then crouched down to meet him more on eye level. “You see, I was just looking after the flowers to protect them from the snow, and when I finished, I felt like having some fun. I was trying to catch the snowflakes right out of the sky with my mouth!”
His eyes widened in awe. “Can I try?”
“Sure,” you smiled, and stood up to show him how it was done. “See? Like this.”
Immediately his little face lit up, and he stuck out his tongue and started running around the garden, chasing after the snowflakes that were falling, and every time he caught one, he shrieked in joy. You could not help but smile, since you had probably never watched something so adorable before.
Suddenly, you were startled again, however, when another, much deeper voice called: ”Legolas! What are you doing?”, and you turned around to see Thranduil the Elvenking himself had stepped into the garden. He was the picture of grace and elegance, tall and slender as he was, wearing a fine white coat with fine silver patterns embroidered at the seams, which matched his long silver hair. Truly, no Elf could have ever been born who could rival his majesty, you were certain of it.
His eyes immediately flickered to you, piercing into you with their intense blue. Whenever you were close to him, warmth rushed into your body, and it was nothing like the kind of warmth that overcame you when you were taking care of your plants, or watching the innocent joy of children. It was heat that overtook you, the kind that made you fear your cheeks were probably turning bright red for everyone to see.
Before you could even greet him, though, little Legolas ran towards him and, bouncing up and down on his tiny legs in excitement, said: ”Ada, Y/N was looking after the flowers, and then she showed me how to catch snowflakes out of the sky! Look!” He ran off to demonstrate to his father how it was done, copying exactly how you had shown him.
The King, too, seemed to be unable to suppress a smile as he watched, and when he turned to you, that smile became a bit wider, which made your heart flutter. He only looked at you without saying a word, a fond gleam in his eyes that you had never seen in them before, and then back at Legolas before your mind could think of any proper thing to say, overwhelmed as it was.
“Legolas, why don’t you invite your friend Y/N for lunch with the two of us? That way, we can all warm up, and I can repay her for saving my flowers from the frost.”
“Yes! Will you have lunch with us, Y/N?” the elfling asked with a bright, happy grin, running back over to you and hugging your legs.
“I could never refuse such an offer, little Legolas! I would be honoured to have lunch with you.”
“Yippie!” cried Legolas and ran ahead.
Flustered, you turned to King Thranduil, ready to bow and thank him profusely, but he stopped you by holding up a hand before your words could start to flow.
“I am honoured to have you as our guest today, Y/N,” he said, his tone of voice serious, but his face soft. “I have never met anyone who could keep this garden so beautiful all throughout the year, with so much love for every single little flower that grows here, with so much devotion for all living things. I admire you, truly, and indeed, I mean it when I say the honour is all mine.”
You could not think of anything else to do but to bow your head and to say, a little shily, “Thank you, my King.”
“Please, Y/N, call me Thranduil,” he said, and then offered you his arm to lead you inside.
You had a feeling that this frost would result in something truly beautiful, which began right then and there.
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A/N: You’re strolling about London with your husband when the sound of bells makes you remember the best day of your life.
+A/N: If you’ve followed my writing you know this already but I’ve given Turpin the name of Richard and we all know he’s a caring and loving husband to that special someone that is you ;)
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It's the fifth of December, this month is moving way too fast and I am way too busy since I'm hosting three(!) Christmas parties this year. I have so much to do, so much to plan, I feel a bit stressed really but it's not in a necessarily bad way. I just want to make this Christmas as amazing as I can. I fear it will be the last one with my grandparents, unfortunately. And, of course, I want to spread as much joy and love as possible here as well - within the Rickman fandom and the connected character fandoms - so I'm doing my best to produce as good content as I can without burning myself out xD
Anyway, I'm stressed, I'm trying to do as much as I can, December is moving too fast, I'm stunned this year is almost over and here's the first Turpin fic of Rickmas 2021! xD
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You were walking arm in arm with your husband, Judge Richard Turpin, through central London. Everywhere there were people running about, some carried baskets of shopping, some were strolling with family or loved ones, some were running towards something or someone but you were simply lazily walking about. People watching really.
Sundays were busy days even though they shouldn’t be. But London was always buzzing with life, there were always people around and everywhere you walked the sounds of horses, carriages and people were heard.
“Where do you wish to go, love?” Richard asked gently and that sound, the rolling thunder that was his voice, drowned out all other sounds. You adored it beyond measure.
“You glanced up at him with a wide smile. “Anywhere,” you said, “As long as I go there with you I do not mind regarding the place.” His eyes softened at that, even if he remained stoic and harsh.
The harshness wasn’t aimed at you and you were used to his dual personalities. The caring and gentle husband at home but the respectable and distinguished Judge out in society. That was part of the reason why some people still gossiped about the two of you, how different you were as people and how on earth your marriage worked - or if there were something more gossip-worthy between the two of you.
Some still held on to the belief that you were simply after his money, his reputation, is standing in society. That was as far from the truth as one could possibly get. You loved him, loved him beyond all things and the fact that he was held in such high esteem in society had nothing to do with it. Neither did his riches even if your life had improved quite a bit, for you and your family after the marriage.
Richard rested his hand atop yours where it laid on his other hand's wrist.
“Causing me to feel ten feet tall here, love.” You giggled a little at that as he granted you one of his rare little smiles while outside where others could see. You wanted to lean up and kiss his cheek but you knew not to take such liberties while outside of your home. You respected his boundaries as he respected yours.
You continued to walk around, aimlessly really, and you wouldn’t have wanted to spend the first Sunday of December in any other way. Here and there people were singing Christmas carols, some were putting up decorations in their windows and the smell of roasted chestnut reached you as you arrived at the north square where a humongous Christmas tree was being raised at the very centre.
“Beautiful,” you whispered as the two of you had stopped to watch just as the tree stood tall and straight as the men and horses that were pulling ropes attached to it let go.
“Indeed, quite a grand tree this year,” Richard murmured and you glanced up at him with a smile.
“I love the holi-” Your sentence was cut off as the sound of bells reached you. Bells attached to horses that made the most wonderful, jingling sound.
You instantly turned your head in the direction of the sound. It was part of why you loved the holidays so much. It had been that sound that had preceded the very first time you had seen your husband and each holiday you were reminded of that small moment in time that changed everything.
It had been a snowy Saturday about a week before Christmas and you had been walking through town on your way to the shop for some eggs and flour to make gingerbread cookies for your family. That was when you had heard the light sound of bells and looked up just in time to lock eyes with the great Judge whom you had only ever heard about, as you lived in different parts of town and were located in very different circles of society, and you were a law-abiding citizen of course.
He had looked at you and your chest had constricted, the harshness of his features and the way his eyes had widened at the sight of you. The way something appeared to shift in him as it did in you at that small moment. You hadn’t known who he was, but you had known instantly who you wanted him to be. Your husband. Yours.
You hadn’t been able to explain it, the instant adoration one only read about in fairytales really. Not to mention that he was obviously older than you, more important given the way he travelled and what clothes he wore. the way he held himself and how he looked at the world.
You came from a simple, humble family with no real standing in society so your differences had been obvious from the very beginning but your heart wanted what it wanted. There had been no way to deny it. You had known, from that small moment when your eyes locked and widened, that he was the man you were meant to be with.
“Love?” Richard asked and it snapped you out of the memory.
“Huh? Yes, darling?” you said as you blinked away the memory and looked up at him.
“Daydreaming?” he asked in a deep rumble and your cheeks heated.
“I was remembering the moment I fell in love with you,” you said as a way of explaining.
“Ah, the bells.”
“Yes, the bells,” you confirmed and the way he had instantly understood made you feel all warm on the inside. He remembered too.
He squeezed your hand a little harder for a moment and you knew he was feeling the same thing as you were. “Happy memories,” you whispered as you remembered how he had literally jumped out of the moving carriage and walked straight up to you. Without any hesitation in his long strides.
“I plan to give you as many as I can,” Richard murmured back to you even if your whisper had not been meant for him to hear. You leaned into his shoulder.
“Every memory with you is one I cherish,” you said with a soft voice and the two of you continued walking in your little bubble of bliss.
You moved at a leisure pace towards a stand that was selling those roasted chestnuts that you had been sensing the smell of for quite some time while the sound of the bells disappeared. However, the memories remained as clear as if it had happened only yesterday...
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A/N: You’re a distant relative to the Jennings family and are visiting for the holidays as your father is on a sea journey and your mother, unfortunately, died some years ago. Mrs Jennings did not want for you to spend the holiday alone so she invited you over, little did you know it would lead to meeting the sweet Colonel Brandon who instantly garnered your attention with his kindness and care - not to mention his handsome looks.
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“Oh, it looks wonderful, (Y/n)!” Mrs Jennings exclaimed as you were hanging up yet another angel in the large Christmas tree.
“You think so, Mrs Jennings?”
“Oh yes, absolutely marvellous!” You smiled to yourself and picked up another little ornament from the box on the table to be hung on the beautiful tree Sir Middleton had ordered for the festivities.
You reached up as high as possible and hung the final decoration. Only the star left now, you thought as you stepped back to view your handiwork. You nodded to yourself as you looked the tree up and down while you kept walking backwards.
“That looks-” you bumped into someone and instantly turned “-I am so sorry! I-” But your mouth stopped functioning as your eyes landed on a gorgeous, tall and broad-shouldered man who stood far too close for it to be proper. He peered down at you with kind eyes though.
You felt your face and neck heat as you took an unsteady step back, and then another, to reach a more proper distance. You fumbled for a moment but took a light hold of the fabric of your dress’ skirt and curtsied while you looked up at him through your lashes. He bowed, deeply and elegantly.
“Brandon, my boy!” Sir Middleton called out just as the both of you were straightening. The man, apparently called Brandon, turned slightly hesitantly towards Sir Middleton just as he entered the grand room.
“John,” he said and you instantly knew they were close by the use of Sir Middleton’s given name.
“How are you, my boy?” Sir Middleton asked exuberantly and the men shook hands.
“Fairly well, I received your invitation for this years Christmas lunch.”
“Oh, splendid, splendid! You will attend will you not? Miss (Y/n) (Y/l/n) will be here,” Sir Middleton said and pointed with an open palm towards you just as the tall and handsome man looked towards you.
“Really?” the man said.
“Yes, now, (Y/N)-” Sir Middleton turned to you “-this man right here is Colonel Brandon.” You curtsied again as you were informed of the man’s status.
“Colonel Brandon,” you said gently, softly, as you felt a little intimidated by the man. Something about his presence was a bit stoic and distant but with an air of reclusive sweetness.
“Miss (Y/l/n),” he replied and the drumming of his voice was utterly heart-stopping. You straightened ever so slightly and Sir Middleton clapped Colonel Brandon on his shoulder. It broke the connection your eyes had had.
“How have you been, my boy?” Sir Middleton said happily and Colonel Brandon gave him a tight smile.
“Nothing out of the ordinary, I am quite well. As well as can be expected at the very least.”
“That’s wonderful. Now, won’t you come have a brandy?”
“Certainly, a small one, John,” Colonel Brandon said and Sir Middleton laughed haughtily as if there was something wrong with only drinking a small brandy.
Sir John looked at you with a wide smile, “(Y/n), are you fairing with the decorations?” he asked and you nodded with a sweet smile towards the older man even if your eyes flicked between the two men.
“Yes sir, I am doing quite well.”
“Splendid, splendid, do tell the staff if you need help.”
“Thank you, Sir Middleton.”
“And how many times must I tell you to call me John, dear?”
“One more time, sir.” Sir Middleton laughed while he shook his head, humoured but a bit exasperated perhaps.
You turned towards Colonel Brandon and curtsied as you spoke his name in a farewell and he returned the favour by bowing and uttering your name in turn. It sent a shiver down your back and when he straightened his warm eyes found yours for a moment before Sir Middleton beckoned him to come to the second parlour.
You watched as the men walked away, your eyes lingered on the colonel and a little fluttering erupted in your stomach as you saw him glance back over his shoulder. The smallest of slightly embarrassed smiles played across his lips and you instantly turned. It was not proper to view a man you had just met as you had been. But he is most fine of a man; handsome, regal, grand.
A few moments passed before Mrs Jennings came into the room with a flourish to her movements and a slight pant to her breaths.
“Goodness, (Y/n), have you met him?” she asked hastily as she marched right up to you.
“The colonel?” you asked as you were decorating a third garland that was to be hung above the windows.
“Yes! Yes, my goodness,” she gushed as her eyes twinkled in that all too familiar way when she was devising a ridiculous plan to connect people - and not in the business way.
“He’s a most fine gentleman, he owns Delaford. It was left to him in a less than good condition but now it is in the most excellent and respectable condition,” she gushed and you could see that she was after something.
“Mrs Jennings, please, what are you up to now?” She chuckled at that and stepped closer so you put the garland down to give her your full attention out of respect for the woman - a woman you were quite fond of really.
“You must marry him of course,” she said with a grin and a wink while your eyes widened.
“Mrs Jennings!” you scolded even though you were already very much intrigued and interested in the handsome man. I’ve only just met him, for goodness sake!
“Now, now, you listen her sweet one,” Mrs Jennings said and took a hold of your hands, “You are a beautiful young woman, the colonel is a respectable and fine man who would provide well for you.”
“I have money, I am not poor, Mrs Jennings.”
“Oh I am aware, but he is a most handsome and kind gentleman. Sure, he is thirty-five years of age but he’s not unbecomingly old,” she gushed on in a hushed tone so none other would hear her.
Mrs Jennings was a self-proclaimed matchmaker and since all her own children were wed she spent her days meddling in others affairs. Sir Middleton joined in too, and you had to admit that the both of them were rather good at meddling and getting people to do as they thought were best - in a good way.
“I’ve only just met the man,” you sighed out as you wrung your hands free of Mrs Jennings (respectfully and gently).
“I am aware, but there is no time like the present, I shall have to make some arrangements for the Christmas lunch!”
“Oh, no, Mrs Jennings please do not-” you sighed “-and she’s gone. Oh this shall surely become a mess,” you muttered as you turned back to the garlands with a deep sigh. But, then again, you weren’t opposed to the idea of getting to know Colonel Brandon. But not in that direct, meddling way. Why does she always have to meddle?
You returned to your garlands and finished the last two so you would have one for each of the four large windows and one for the doorway. Now I just need to put them up, you thought to yourself and went on a hunt for a ladder. Otherwise you would not be able to reach all the way up.
A few minutes later you were climbing up the ladder with one of the garlands precariously slung over your shoulder while you used one hand to hoist up your dress a bit and the other to hold on to the ladder.
You hummed ever so slightly on a Christmas carol while you perched yourself as steadily as you could and began to fasten the garland to the curtain rod. You adjusted it so it hung nice and straight and then leaned back ever so slightly to make sure it looked good.
“Careful, Miss (Y/l/n).” The drumming voice of Colonel Brandon filled the room and you jolted by the suddenty of it. You glanced over your shoulder to see him stand in the doorway, back straight and shoulders squared while gazing up at you with those kind eyes of his and that stoic but gentle expression he appeared to commonly hold his face in.
“You gave me a fright, Colonel,” you said as you tried to calm your heart a bit.
“Not my intention, I assure you, Miss.”
You sighed and began to climb down carefully so as not to trip on the hem of the pretty dress. When your feet hit the floor you turned and gasped as he had silently stepped all the way up. He was as close as could be without breaking any societal rules.
“You are quite brave, climbing ladders in a dress, Miss.” His voice vibrated through the air with a slight humming to it that sounded far too comforting and gentle.
“I-, I like to decorate,” you said with a slight stutter as his eyes were captivating you.
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, Colonel Brandon.” His title and name sounded grand and proper, you found that you liked his name. It was simple yet commanding.
The colonel smiled gently and your heart warmed. You had no idea how you could be so affected by a man - and so instantly too. But he was so handsome, and he appeared so kind and gentle even if there was a certain stoicness to him. His regal features and the way he carried himself showed both burdens and privileges.
“Shall I assist you, Miss (Y/l/n)?” he asked while your cheeks were slowly heating from the proximity, from being close to a fine man as him - a man who was looking at you with a certain warmth in his eyes.
“With the garlands?” you asked in an effort to pull yourself out of your own thoughts.
He nodded, “Indeed. I’d rather you not fall.”
“I’m more than capable though,” you said and he chuckled while he smiled without showing any teeth.
“I do not doubt it, you appear to be a handy woman but please, allow me.” It was your turn to nod and he gave you a wider smile before he stepped around you.
You watched as he climbed up and down the ladder, time and time again to place the garlands. He asked for your directions, indications to centre the decorations and you found that the two of you talked rather smoothly with each other. He was truly kind to help you, and he listened to your directions.
You could not help but look at his large hands as they tied up the garlands. They looked rough, from being in the army no doubt. Perhaps he worked himself a bit on Delaford as well? Mrs Jennings did say he had renovated it. You wondered about that at the same time as you wondered what his hands felt like to touch. That made you shake your head to get rid of the wayward thoughts.
“There, all done,” Colonel Brandon said as he had climbed down from the ladder.
“It looks beautiful, however, there is one left, Colonel,” you said gently and pointed towards the garland on the table that needed to go up as well. “It is to be placed above the door.”
“Certainly,” he said and grabbed the ladder and hoisted it up as if it weighed very little. Took me a lot to get that darn thing in here and he’s just picking it up as if it weighs nothing.
You watched as he climbed up the ladder one last time and you could not help but admire the way his body moved so swiftly and elegantly.
“Is that good?” he asked as he held up the garland.
“Hm, a little to the left please,” you said as you stepped closer so you’d have a better view.
“There?”
“A little more, and up a bit too please.”
You tilted your head, “That looks good.”
“There it goes then,” he chuckled out and you could not stop the slight smile that tugged at your lips while you watched him fasten it to the already existing nails in the wall.
You backed up and stood in the centre of the room as he climbed down and then joined you.
“It looks wonderful,” you whispered out as you took in the grand tree, the garlands, the red drapes and the candelabra atop the table decorated with pine, pine cones and little ribbons of green silk around its stem.
“Indeed, it does. Makes me want to decorate my own home as well.”
“Oh? You have not decorated it for Christmas?” you asked while your eyes locked with his.
He chuckled and glanced to the side, a bit embarrassed perhaps, and then looked back at you. “No, I have not and I never have. I am rarely home,” he said and that made you tilt your head a bit.
“Even if you are not at home much, I dare think you have servants residing there at all times?”
“I do, yes,” he said with a hint of surprise to his voice.
“Then decorate for them, give them a chance at some Christmas spirit,” you smiled out and something about him appeared to soften. His shoulders sank a tiny bit and his stand shifted slightly.
It was small details but since you stood so close you saw it clearly.
“Perhaps I should do just that,” he said with a low tone that was incredibly warm. It made something in your stomach flutter and your eyes flickered away from his. Now you were embarrassed, having spoken so boldly and freely to the colonel but there was something about him that just put you at ease. It was a bit strange really. You weren't usually like that.
“Perhaps,” he began, “I can entice you to help me with the garlands?” he asked gently but there was a certain hesitancy to his voice that made you look back at him. He looked a little nervous, a little tense, a little carefully observant.
“Well, I-”
“There you are!” the loud voice of Mrs Jennings sounded out and you instantly blanched and took a step back as you and the colonel had been standing very close. A bit lost in the small moment that had felt slightly intimate really.
You both looked to her as she came in and joined the two of you.
“I’ve been searching for you Colonel Brandon,” she said with a wide grin and wrinkles of happiness all over her face.
“You found me, Mrs Jennings.” The colonel sounded different, a bit more distant and a bit more stoic again as he spoke with Mrs Jennings.
“I have made all the arrangement’s for the Christmas lunch,” she said happily.
“I shall be here for it,” he replied and Mrs Jennings gushed out her happiness about that and you did not miss the quick glance in your direction.
“Now, dear Brandon, would you do me the favour of hosting for our dear (Y/n) this weekend while I am away to London for some secret shopping?” Your heart absolutely stopped within your chest at that moment. What? I’m to stay at Delaford? With, the colonel? Alone? Is that-, is that proper?!
“She cannot remain here?” he asked with a quick glance towards you just as you felt your face heat anew.
“Oh, Colonel Brandon, surely you can see how I cannot with good conscience leave our dear (Y/n) all alone here? No, she needs someone that looks after her, she gets up to quite a bit of mischief you know. Surely you’ll look after her for me for a few days?” I am no incapable Mrs Jennings! You wanted to shout the words but at the very same time your heart sped up at the thought of getting more time with the Colonel, without the meddling of Mrs Jennings or Sir Middleton.
“Well, I asked her but a moment ago to help me put up garlands in my own home so surely that can be arranged. If Miss (Y/l/n) agrees of her own accord, of course.” You glanced up at him and you could not help but feel awe for the grand man. He could easily just have agreed with Mrs Jennings but there he stood, giving you a choice in the matter.
So, you did the only thing you could think of and agreed to stay with him for the weekend. To hang garlands and decorate his home while Mrs Jennings went away to London. Mrs Jennings seemed mighty pleased with herself as she left the room to look for Sir Middleton and the housekeeper to prepare for the trip.
“I apologize,” you said while you clasped your hands in front of you, “Mrs Jennings enjoys to meddle.”
“Oh, I am well aware, Miss (Y/l/n),” he said with a deep chuckle and that made you smile at him.
“She’s done this to you before?” you asked quietly, nervously.
“Indeed, but this is the first time I’ve agreed.”
Your lungs constricted as his kind eyes twinkled while he reached for your hand. His warm, rough skin against your own sent shivers along your arm and down your back while he raised your hand to his lips. He planted a gentle, soft kiss atop the back of your hand while he bowed ever so slightly.
He glanced up at you and then straightened before he released your tingling hand.
“Until tomorrow then,” he said in that drumming, almost humming voice of his and you curtsied.
“Until tomorrow, Colonel Brandon,” you said with a slightly subdued voice as your throat felt dry and your chest was a bit too tight while something gentle fluttered and spread out warmly in your stomach.
He smiled sweetly and there was a wish or a wonder in his eyes that you wanted to discover but then he turned and began to leave. You watched as he took long strides out of the all of a sudden very warm room and then you released a deep breath that left you with a wide smile. Colonel Brandon, Delaford, garlands and ladders. Is it wrong of me to be utterly giddy over him allowing me to stay? Of him asking me to help decorate his home? I hardly know the man, but do not all relationships start between two strangers?
With those thoughts in your head you rushed towards your bedroom to essentially turn your wardrobe inside out to find the absolutely best dresses you had brought with you. Why? Because you were excited and finally there was a man who had caught your interest, someone kind and gentle. Your smile widened and you felt thankful for all things garland.
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A/N: Hello! First day of Rickmas, I’m really excited for the challenge!
We’ll begin with the sweet Colonel Brandon!
I am not a writer and it is my very first time at writing something.
I’ll try to improve as the challenge progresses.
I just want to add that English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Please, feel free to correct me if anything is bothering you :)
Warnings: Fluff
Today was the beginning of December and needless to say, you were thrilled.
Tomorrow will be the last gathering of your reading circle before the snow makes the roads too complicated for the horses.
The circle was not very large, it was composed of the Dashwood sisters and Mrs Jenning, who invited herself upon learning of its existence much to Marianne dismay.
You weren’t very good at baking but you decided to try and bake them your grandmother’s chestnuts cake.
You were taking out the ingredients, spilling some drops of milk and some flour on your way, when a horse’s hooves were heard outside.
“Ms Y/N, are you here ?” you would recognize this voice among millions of others. Deep, velvety and very calming, it was undoubtedly Colonel Brandon’s. Your cheeks flushed at the idea of the Colonel seeing the state your kitchen were in.
He was very elegant and gentlemanly and you would be lying if you said you didn’t had any feelings for him. Oh Gosh.. I hope I don’t have any flour on my face! You thought while adjusting your apron He’s so gentle that even if I had some, he would probably pretend not to notice it.
You went to greet him at the entrance and invited him to come in.
“Good morning, Colonel. May I offer you a cup of tea ?” You asked while leading him to the tea table. He nodded and followed you.
“I apologize for visiting you unexpectedly.” He uttered quietly “I found something on my way to town last week and I couldn’t help but think of you when I saw it.” His cheeks were slowly turning red and he was fidgeting nervously with the hat resting on his lap.
He took a small book out of his waistcoat and handed it to you. The cover was beautifully illustrated with flowers and litlle bees and you had never seen such a fine binding.
“It is a miniature collection of poetry. I hope it will be to your liking.” he was speaking so quietly and you felt a warm feeling in your stomach at the sight of his gentle hazel eyes looking straight into yours.
“It’s beautiful, thank you so much Colonel! I can’t wait to read it.” Your eagerness brought a soft smile to his face and his sensitive heart melted right away.
After having discuss for some time over a cup of tea, you remembered what you were doing before he came and in a dash of daring you said “I intended to bake a chestnuts cake today” the little bubble of boldness that was there suddenly disappeared and you continued, stuttering “would you like to help me ?”
The Colonel looked at you taken aback, you were usually quite shy. The idea of sharing such a domestic moment with you pleased him greatly.
“I would love to, Ms Y/N.”
It seemed that the Colonel was as bad at you at baking and you were trying to contain your giggles seeing him spill half of the dough on his vest.
“Goodness me! What was that rolling pin doing on the floor ?” he looked at you offended before laughing at his clumsiness.
“I think we’ll never be able to finish this cake!” You stated, showing him the charred pears and chestnuts.
“It appears so” he chuckled “We lack experience but I’m sure next time will be a success.”
Next time ? You thought flabbergasted. It must have been seen on your face and he blushed instantly. Your heart fluttered once more and you approached him slowly.
“I would be delighted to bake with you again.” you told him shyly.
He looked at you intently and you could feel his warm breath on your face. You were sure that he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.
He leaned down gradually and you filled the void that separated you by placing a soft kiss on his thin lips. He smiled into the kiss and his arm came gently to hold your waist while his other hand tenderly caressed your cheek.
Reading circle was over but the baking club had just started.
It's your mother's wedding with Severus Snape, the man you had secretly fucked during summer and now, he is about to become your stepdad. Things get heated when you step into his room at the hotel an hour before the wedding.
You can say this is stepdad p.3. I wanted to use this in the stepdad book, but well, I didn't have enough motivation to write it:>
Warnings: stepdad x stepdaughter, rough blow job, degrading mixed with praising, choking, Spitting, etc.
SMUT!
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Your dress was fancy — the least to say about it. It was a floor-length red dress with noodle straps and your back exposed. The dress was expensive, and your Mom, Lyra, was rich enough to prepare a fancy gown for her wedding for her precious daughter.
The wedding hall looked elegant and it was so luxurious you could've vomited here and there because of the number of praises you were hearing from the guests.
Honestly, you didn't care at all about the wedding. All you could think about was him; Severus Snape the man who was marrying your mother, and had an affair with you.
The first time you laid your eyes on him, you knew you'd get on your knees instantly for him. His deep silky voice, his pale slender fingers, his sexy hooked nose, and his jet black hair were driving you crazy every time you looked at him.
Everything started as a one-time thing but got more heated after every time you fucked and he left your room. And today, he was about to become your stepdad, and your mom, Mrs. Snape.
So that's how you found yourself walking down the hallway of the hotel, which led to his room, with an irritating ache in your core. Even the thought of him in a black tuxedo sent shivers down your spine and tingled your sex.
How would his thick thighs look in that tight fabric of his black fancy pants, or his biceps in the white button-up shirt you were sure he would put on, or how he'd style his hair. You groaned when you thought about how hot he would look with a huge visible bulge in his pants when he saw you.
Slowly, you knocked on his door twice, waiting for him to permit you to enter. And when you stepped into the room, all your thoughts were washed away just by the sight of him doing his bow tie in front of a mirror.
"Why don't you look dashing," You smirked, looking him up and down, eye-fucking him as long as you could before he turned around.
Your cunt screamed in need when your eyes locked with his; so mysterious, so lustful, and you wanted to, no, needed to get on your knees and please him before you completely lost your mind.
"And don't you look like a desperate whore for your soon-to-be Stepdad's cock." He shot back, closing the distance within your bodies. He checked you out from head to toe, letting his eyes wander on your body and his mind to scenarios you wished he would act upon.
Your mouth couldn't move as those disgusting words fell from his thin pink lips, degrading you to the point you felt your cheeks heating up. It was horrible, sickening, illicit, but goodness, did it feel good when he touched you roughly, forcing a moan out of you, choking you, and fucking you until you saw stars.
"Oh, darling, cat got your tongue? It seems you're unable to use that pretty little mouth of yours, but I'm sure you're here so I can put it for better use, isn't that right?" He cooed, trailing the rough skin of the back of his hand on your cheek, down to your neck and collarbone.
His touch was dangerous, sensual. The way he looked at the exposed skin of your back, and the way his touch burnt your skin made you sigh louder than you should have.
"Such a sensitive little girl. Get on your knees, pretty slut. Your make is meant to get ruined by me," he pushed you down on your knees, looking down at you humiliatingly as if he was better than you. And you knew he was.
"See, darling, that's where you belong; on your knees. But only I get to see you like that." He was humiliating you in every possible way, and you enjoyed it.
You looked at his face, ignoring the growing erection in his pants. Batting your lashes, you put your palm on his thighs, rubbing the covered skin gently. He cocked his eyebrow, looking at you with curiosity to see what you were up to.
"Please, Daddy, let me make you feel good." Your voice barely above whispers, but he heard you clearly and gave you a node so you'd finish what you've started. You buried your face in the fabric of his dark pants, putting chaste and sloppy kisses on his bulge as you fumbled with his belt.
He slapped your hand away and told you to don't bother with undressing him since you didn't have enough time before the wedding started. So you went straight to the zipper and pulled his fully hard cock out.
He let out a low throaty groan when you wrapped your hand around him, but he slapped your hand away once more and grabbed the sides of your head with his big hands, keeping you in the place where he wanted.
"We don't have time, so keep your whorish mouth open for me, so I can make time to fuck you too."
You opened your mouth wide and put your hands on the back of his thigh to pull him closer so he'd gladly use your 'whorish' mouth for his pleasure.
He pushed his cock in your mouth without wasting any time, allowing you to get used to the new sensation for a second before he started snapping his hips back and forth, forcing his thick member down your throat, making it harder for you to breathe.
Your moans were muffled by the rushed and rough movements of his hips, and all you could do was to look up at him with teary eyes and a ruined mascara running down your cheeks.
He started bobbing your head up and down his length as he pushed himself further in your mouth, making you gag harshly around him as he pounded your throat without any sign of mercy.
Little groans and curses could be heard from him, but it couldn't be compared to your moans and how you dug your nails in his pants. One last push and he kept your face pressed to his pants, his cock down your throat, and your nose was being sandwiched between your face and his crotch.
"Fuck, your mouth feels heavenly," he praised and kept you there. He loved seeing you struggle, it just proved his point of you being a shameless useless slut for him.
"Tap my thighs when you were about to blackout."
Your makeup for the wedding was ruined, your hair was messy, and you knew you'd look much worse when he was done with you. You became lightheaded and your surroundings started fading away, and you knew you had to tell him to stop.
You tapped his thighs and he immediately pulled himself out of your mouth, leaving a line of saliva between his cock and your mouth. You were drooling like a puppy, and you knew you looked like a cheap whore, and you also knew he would fuck you like a cheap whore.
You coughed and gasped for air, waiting for him to give you your next order. He pulled you up by your arm, pushing you to the nearest wall. He pressed his body to you, hooking one of your legs around his hip, and pushed your dress out of his way until he reached your knickers. He felt your wetness dripping on your inner thigh as he pushed the lace aside, stroking the bundle of nerves with the pad of his fingers.
You yelped as he pressed his thumb on your clit, rubbing fast circular motions until he found the right spot and right pace to drive you insane.
"That's so pathetic. You are positively soaked and your wanton cunt is begging me for attention. You must be a desperate frustrated girl for daddy, is that what you really are?" He asked, his hot breathing on your neck as he worked his fingers inside you, adding one, then two, and started pumping them.
You grabbed his cock in your hand, stroking him as well as you could whilst his fingers massaged your hot pulsing walls, making you ready to take him.
He withdrew his fingers and you lined him up with your entrance, rubbing the tip between your wet folds so he would feel how turned on you were just for him.
He groaned and thrust forward, burying his thick dick in your welcoming wet pussy. He pushed until he was certain you had all of him inside you.
Your eyes were barely open, and your gasps and cries in ecstasy echoed in the room as he set up a brutal pace, forcing his fat veiny cock in and out of you. The way he filled you up was undoubtedly the best feeling you have ever experienced.
He started sucking on your flesh, leaving fresh bite marks on your neck as he fucked you in fast bruising speed. You had to hold on to him for dead life or else, you'd have fallen. One of his hands was on your right hip and the other went to your neck, cutting your airway forcefully.
He slapped his thighs to yours, shoving his cock in your fluttering cunt, making you scream and moan as he reached deep in your vagina, stimulating those sweet spots he was able to find them, always.
He was stretching you painfully, even after all this time you have fucked, you couldn't get to use his girth and size.
"Y-you're so big!" You choked, trying to get to breathe with struggling.
"I know you can take it. Good girls don't whine, baby. They do as Daddy says, and now, you, my pretty slut, are going to take my dick until I'm sure you'll feel me fucking you throughout the wedding."
He spat on your cheek, rubbing the spit all over your face when his hand left your neck. You looked like a used pathetic whore who was fucked for no amount of money. He enjoyed the sight of your closed eyes, drool all over your face, and your pussy on display for him. He enjoyed it more than he wanted to admit.
He slammed his length into you and started playing with your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as the overwhelming pleasure overtook your body, your walls shut tightly around Severus' cock and your muscles spasmed as you came all over him.
"So tight. I should have loosened you up a bit by now, but—fuck, you are gripping me like a fucking vice. A whore for Daddy will do anything to keep him satisfied, right?" He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear as he fucked you throughout your orgasm, trying to reach his high.
The tightness of your silky walls helped him and soon, he emptied his load inside you, pushing his hips to yours painfully. You felt the twitching of his dick and the ropes of his thick sticky cum filling you up.
His eyes were closed, and a few locks of his black hair were stuck to his sweaty forehead. If it wasn't for you being so used you'd have come just by the sight of him.
He pulled out of you after he finished and tucked himself back into his pants, collecting himself as he helped you regain your breathing and with a swish of his wand your makeup was redone again and your hair was back to normal. He cast a contraceptive charm, but not a cleaning charm.
And you felt it when the vows were said and he became legally your Stepdad. You felt his cum dribbling out of your swollen hole, running down your thighs as you saw your Mother and his new husband were walking towards you.
"Congratulations, Mother, stepfather," you said and smirked. He shook your hand and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.
"Thank you, stepdaughter,"
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You tried not to be paranoid about things, you really did. But when you walked into the living room at 12 Grimmauld Place and everyone instantly stopped talking, you couldn’t help it. You arched a brow as you glanced around the room to take in the cherry cheeks of the Weasley family and the guilty expressions on Remus and Sirius’ faces. The others just refused to meet your gaze.
“Okay, what are you lot up to?” You crossed your arms over your chest while you awaited an answer.
“Who says we’re up to anything?” Sirius asked, feigning innocence.
“You’re horrible at that, you know.”
He frowned. “What?”
“Acting innocent.” Your gaze shifted from him to the werewolf standing beside him. “Remus?”
“Hmm?” he said as if he hadn’t been paying attention.
You sighed in irritation. You searched the room for the person most likely to confess until your eyes fell on Harry. He was several years younger than you and, much to your amusement, seemed to be intimidated by you for some reason. “Harry Potter. Speak.”
His face turned red as he looked at his friends for help. When none seemed forthcoming, he stood and handed you the Daily Prophet he snatched off the table on the way by. You opened it and scanned over the headline and main article. The marriage act had passed. All witches and wizards over the age of seventeen were required to be wed within the next thirty days or the Ministry would assign them an appropriate spouse. Refusal to marry would result in banishment from wizarding society.
If anything, you were only more confused after reading the paper. “It’s not like this is a surprise. I’ve already read this. Besides, Kingsley warned us this was coming. What does this have to do with this rather awkward moment?”
Arthur cleared his throat. “Well, truth be told, we were discussing who would make the best spouse for you.”
“This seems like a rather intense discussion for simple a conversation. That difficult to find someone willing to be saddled with me, huh?” Your lips twitched as you fought the urge to smile. The least you could do was give them a hard time for attempting to make decisions for your life without you being present.
“On the contrary,” Remus offered with a small smile curving his lips, “they’ve been arguing over who should get the privilege.”
“This seems like a conversation I should have been involved in. I could have saved you a lot of time.”
Sirius cut you off before you could say anything else. “I told them we should just ask you. So, your choices—”
You held up a hand to stop him. “As flattering as this is, I don’t need your help finding a spouse.”
“You should at least have someone ready to step in if whatever you have planned falls through,” Molly argued. “You have no idea who the Ministry could saddle you with. There are some truly despicable wizards out there.”
Severus Snape appeared in the doorway before you could say anything else and you wondered just how much of the conversation he’d heard. His hands were behind his back and he arched one thin brow. “What is the meaning of this gathering?”
“They were attempting to find me a spouse due to the passing of the marriage law,” you explained.
His dark eyes ran over the room before settling on you. “I find it likely that your husband would have something to say about this.”
You nodded. “Oh, undoubtedly. I wasn’t consulted however.”
“Husband?” Sirius barked. It was obvious he was one of the ‘volunteers’ to wed you.
You hummed in agreement. “I did say I didn’t require your assistance.”
“But…when did you get married?” Harry asked.
“It’s been nearly a year now.” You couldn’t help smiling at the confusion on everyone’s faces.
“And no one knows?” Molly sounded as if she didn’t believe what you were telling them.
“The wedding is on file at the Ministry, Mrs. Weasley. It was all above board, I assure you,” answered Severus’ smooth drawl.
“And how do you know so much about all of this?” Sirius asked with narrowed eyes.
“One does tend to recall the details of their own wedding, Black.”
You giggled and covered your mouth with your hand at the horrified expressions around the room. Sirius turned his attention to you, his mouth hanging open. “You married Snivellus?”
You narrowed your gaze and flicked your wand in his direction. He yelped in surprise and rubbed his backside as he scowled at you. “His name is Severus.”
“But, dear,” Molly said as she glanced between the two of you. “He’s so much older than you.”
“I like older wizards. Always have. Had a horrible crush on him when I was still a student.” You shrugged. “Tall, dark and broody is just my type, I guess.”
Harry scratched his head, his face twisting in confusion. “Why didn’t you tell everyone?”
“Knowledge of our union would only give the Dark Lord something else to hold over me. It is likely that our time of anonymity is running short. Undoubtedly my wife is on the list of witches he wishes saddled to his own people. He will desire to use her against Potter. Our only saving grace is that we were married long before the law passed. He will not see it as a betrayal.” He reached over to take your hand as he spoke. He was more worried than he wanted to let on. You’d had many sleepless nights discussing what to do if Voldemort ordered your presence.
Silence stretched as everyone processed his words. Finally, Sirius spoke up. “Well, congratulations. When this mess is over, we’ll have a party to celebrate properly.”
“Lovely,” your husband responded. His tone made it clear he thought it anything but.
Congratulations went up around the room and Severus squeezed your hand. He knew you’d been worried about the response of the Order. “We are expected elsewhere, Madame Snape.”
You nodded and hopped to your feet. The two of you were having dinner with the Malfoys. You’d grown rather close with them over the past year. You waved at the room and leaned into your husband’s side as he looped an arm around your waist. As you stepped outside, you glanced up at him. “Maybe I should have asked who my choices were. They were fighting over me, you know?”
He arched a brow as he glared down at you.
You grinned. “Hey, a girl likes to know what her options are.”
“You, Madame Snape, are in an enormous amount of trouble.” He leaned down and kissed you as he disapparated. He pulled away to walk you to the door of Malfoy manor. “We shall discuss this when we arrive home this evening. That will give me time to decide on the appropriate punishment.”
You couldn’t stop the delicious shiver that ran up your spine at the thought.
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“Why is it so friggin’ cold in the Slytherin Common Room?” you mutter darkly.
“Maybe because we’re in a dungeon,” you hear someone drawl behind you.
You rub your arms and turn to see him.
Bingo. An idea pops into your head.
“Severus, come warm me up.”
“W-what?” He splutters.
“Come warm me up, Mr. Sassypants.”
“But… I… Uhm…”
“Severus, don’t leave me waiting.”
He mutters something as he walks over to you. He sits down next to you and you snuggle into his side and chest. He hesitatingly wraps his arms around you.
“How can a person so cold-hearted be so warm?”
“Watch it Y/N. I’ll leave.”
“Okay, okay. No need for it to be taken to drastic measures.”
He smirks down at you.
“Comfortable?” He asks smugly.
“Very.”
Regulus Black comes down the stairs from the boys’ dorms and stops in his tracks. He smirks maliciously at the sight of you two.
“Aw, does Snape have a friend?” He sneers.
You look up at Severus and notice he’s blushing. It doesn’t look like he’s going to answer anytime soon.
“What’s it to you?” You snap at him.
“Ooh, fiesty. I like it. When you want a real man instead of this greaseball, come find me.”
“I’ve found a real man, thank you.”
“And pray tell, who may that be?”
“Severus Snape at your service.”
He laughs.
“That was a good one. I haven’t heard a joke that funny in a while.”
“I wasn’t joking.”
He scowls at you.
“I bet you’re not even dating him.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. If you’re really dating him, kiss him right now on the lips.”
You glare hatefully at Black before you pull Severus’ surprised face to yours.
He kisses you back cautiously. You cup his face in your hands while you straddle his lap. This seems to give him some confidence because he grabs your waist. You pull back and lay your head on Severus’ shoulder and smirk at Black.
“How was that?” you taunt.
Black scowls and walks out of the dungeons.
“Jerk,” you mutter.
You snuggle back into Severus’ chest.
“Hug me. I’m cold again,” you playfully whine.
He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you once again.
“You’re my boyfriend now.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to ask, not demand,” he drawls.
“That’s for normal people.”
“True.”
“Agree or disagree: you’re my boyfriend,” you challenge.
Chapter 29, Kindness In The Dark, of Ruled And Discarded is live on my AO3!
A/N: Hi darlings!
Chapter 29 is here! 😱👀
Gosh, RAD is almost over, it's almost done and I feel so conflicted about it. I've loved every minute of this series so far and I'm a little sad to see part 2 end soon. However, we have a part 3 to look forward to after this 😍👏 Yeah, it really just keeps on growing, doesn't it? 👀🙈
Anyway, enjoy chapter 29 darlings! ❤
General Warnings: Angst, SMUT, Fluff, H/C, Mentions Past [Suicide, Violence, Torture, Death, Child Abuse, Sexual Assault], Graphic Depictions of [Sexual Content, Violence, Death] - Check AO3 tags for further warnings!
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