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Walk- Sebastian De Poitiers

Pairing: Sebastian De Poitiers x Reader

Characters: Sebastian De Poitiers

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Hi again! Can I request a Bash x fem!reader with the prompt "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me".

Word Count: 445

Author: Charlotte

It wasn’t uncommon to be sent to live at a foreign court for months at a time, either for diplomacy or your mother’s hopes you’d find a member of the royal family wanting to marry you before she settled upon an arranged marriage. For the past month you had been left to live at the French Court. It wasn’t the worst place to stay, and everyone had been kind to you, even though you were well aware that most of them only did it due to wanting to keep face rather than out of the kindness of their heart.

In the time you had been there, you had become fond of Bash. He seemed to be the only one who was genuine with you, not trying to impress you in hopes that you would send back words of their kindness to your parents, the King and Queen of your country. You knew that your mother would be far from impressed if she knew you were feeling anything positive towards the bastard son of the French King, but you didn’t care. You hoped he felt the same towards you, but even just having him as a friend was enough to make your time there happy.

You had made many excuses to get time to spend with him but feared outright asking him for his company. Today you were going to use a walk to justify your need to be near him.

Pulling on your long fur-lined shawl, you begun to head towards the nearest door outside, making sure he noticed you. He reached the door before you did, blocking your path outside of the palace.

“Where do you think you are going, Princess?” He questioned.

“I thought I would take a walk around the grounds. It may be cold, but they are still beautiful to see,” you explained.

His brow furrowed. “You know they are not safe for a lady to walk alone.”

You feigned shock and confusion, as though this was not something he had told you before.

“Do you suggest you be my escort?” You offered.

He shook his head, letting out a deep chuckle. “That is not what I am trying to suggest, I just do not wish for you to come to harm.”

Moving a hand to rest upon your own chest, you smiled up to him, knowing you both wished to spend time together but without one of you taking the leap, you’d be forever stuck in this cycle of awkward encounters.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were tying to seduce me,” you smiled playfully.

“And if I were?” He chuckled.

“I certainly could not deny you.”

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Forbidden pt. 4

part 1, part 2, part 3

The following weeks were a series of courting events between the archduke and you. Mixed with Bash avoiding you to the best of his ability. Considering you were all over the place with Francis advising him on his problems with Mary there were stolen glances between the two of you a lot. Maximillian wasn’t the worst of the worst. He clearly was an entitled man that thought the world revolved around him. A letter had arrived from your father, and your brother sent a messenger with the word of Spain. He always kept you up to date on current events of Spain. Him and your father would never agree on anything that was the risk your mother took when she left Spain when Phillips' father died. His dozens of requests to let you grow up in Spain instead of France were denied several times by your father. Though a marriage arranged by the king of Spain would’ve been more fruitful, your father just cared that his treasury wasn’t filled by Phillip’s help.

“The view here is perfect, don’t you think?” You heard a voice say. You look back at him when you realize you had been staring out the window for what felt like a second must have been way longer. He nods as if to answer his own question. He takes a sip of his fourth glass of wine of the evening. “I am rather beginning to think you’d be a good wife.” he said, you just stare at him, not saying anything because what would you say to such a man who is only out for the title you are carrying. “Don’t you think?” he asks. You just cast him a smile. “Maybe we should question ourselves if we are a good person before we give ourselves any other title.” You answer, taking a bite of the meal. He didn’t seem happy with that answer. “You shouldn’t worry about that. Women shouldn’t get any ideas. Their mind just doesn’t work like that.” he said, your blood was boiling, the overwhelming feeling to speak your mind crept up on you eventhough you had been keeping to yourself so carefully these past few weeks. You restrain yourself from snapping at him. “Is that so?” you ask, you start to toy around with the peas on your plate to avoid your inner anger. “Yes, all a woman needs to worry about is to make her man happy, and provide him with children.” he said, This is something that has been told to you for years. A woman’s task is to provide him with children, sons, and are used as pawns in their political games. You get up from your seat to say something, to contradict him but it wouldn’t be of any use. “I’m feeling unwell, my lord. I should call it an early night.” You say instead. You walk towards the door which was behind Maximillian. He stood up and grabbed your wrist, and tightened his grip. “Not yet.” He said, he had a sly smile on his face. You tried to rip your hand from him but it was too tight. “I’ve been patient for weeks now.” He said, pushing you backwards against the wall. You gasp out of pain of your back hitting something of metal on the wall. With all his weight he kept you pinned against the wall. “Let me go!” you hissed at him.  “Go ahead, scream. Nobody wants a touched princess.” He hissed back. He pressed his lips against yours forcefully entering his tongue into your mouth. You did the only thing you could imagine in panic, biting his tongue hard. He let out a loud groan,  yanking his mouth away from you letting your hand go to touch his lips.  Giving you the chance to push him off you, and run towards the door. “You’ll be mine soon enough.” You heard him yell after you. 

In your panicked state you ran past a hook in the wall ripping part of your dress but in the dark you didn’t want to stray far from the walls. It was so quiet, and now you wonder how long you had actually been inside with Maximillian. The two of you had been dining late today because you were out in the garden with your ladies, at least that is what you told him. You had been with Francis on the archers practice field. But, you couldn’t imagine it being so late that the servants had dampened the lights. You finally reach Francis’s room,  you carefully knock on his door, when he doesn't answer your knock you assume he must not have returned yet or has already gone to sleep. You walk to the back of the castle to where Bash’s room is. You’ve never even been inside his room. Unlike with Francis’s you didn’t knock. You carefully stepped inside, of course this was at the risk of seeing him in some unholy position with a girl to forget about you. But, the risk of someone seeing you waiting outside his door for him was scarier and riskier. Bash was under the covers already asleep. You stepped closer to his bed. You carefully touch his bare shoulder. His reflexes took the knife he had on the side of his mattress and held it to your neck. “It’s just me.” you whisper. He let go of the knife, and rubbed his hand over his face. “What is it?” He asked kindly. You burst into tears, Bash sat up. He looked at you. “What happened?” he asked worriedly.  He quickly stood up, and put on a shirt to cover his bare chest. “He was so forceful, a-and he wanted more.” You tell him. You had to be careful with your words, telling him was at risk of him looking at you like broken goods, used goods. This was Bash, and you needed to trust yourself that he wouldn’t. “I’m scared, Bash.” you cried. You couldn’t even look Bash in the eyes anymore instead you stare at the ground. Within seconds you felt his arms around your shoulders grabbing you tightly. “I won’t let him hurt you.” he said, but you knew that was a lie. You were Maximillian’s in a couple of weeks. You push Bash away, some part of you was still upset with him. “You can sleep here tonight.” He said, you nod. “Thank you.” you said. After you sat down on the bed leaving the two of you in silence. “Can you help with my corset?” you ask.  You held your breath as he untied it, you were scared his touch would set something off in you. The feeling of panic didn’t let you go. When you were covered under the sheets in your undergown. Bash sat down on the chair that was near his bed.“You are just going to sit there all night?” you ask shakily. He didn’t have a pity look in his eyes, instead there was something comforting. “I am going to sit here as long as it takes.” He said, you frown at him. “For what?” you ask. “for you to feel safe.” He said, normally you’d laugh and say he was being an idiot. But, not tonight.

The following nights Bash crept into your room through the old servant corridors to sit with you, and talk with you. He kept his promise that he’d keep Maximillian away. The day after he tried to hurt you he knocked on your door. He didn’t apologize for his actions but requested you’d come and eat breakfast with him. He didn’t ask and the two of you knew he could make you do just about anything because one letter to your father and you're dead. Bash luckily didn’t avoid you in the court anymore he kept his professional shield up though. That day you stepped into court, where Mary was basically begging Henry to send troops to Scotland to fight the English, she must have had word from her mother that things were not going well in her home country… Stubborn people. Your eyes search through the people like they do every time you step into court looking for Bash. He wasn’t there so you figured he must’ve gone hunting. Every girl at court seems to want to catch Tomas’s attention except for you. Which made you the perfect girl for Tomas, a challenge. He kept flirting with you, and between his flirting and having to spend time with Maximillian there was not much of a choice. You would bear the flirting of Tomas, way over Maximillian’s perverseness. After not seeing or having any word from Bash the entire day. Towards the end of the day Francis came to seek your advice about the struggle he was feeling within about sending the troops towards Scotland. “What are you thinking?” he asks after he finished explaining the pro’s and con’s. You would hardly know. Because as opposed as you are to the English and Scottish battle for Queen and country. You were also opposed to Scottish blood being spilled by the English. You understood that Mary needed to protect her people. So did Mary Tudor. “I think you should listen to your heart, Francis. ”You said,you knew that was barely going to solve anything.  “You too should listen to your heart.” He responded. You had confided in Francis about what happened with Maximillian. He is your best friend; he was about to tear Maximillian into pieces. If Bash hadn’t already, and yet neither of them could. Because, Maximillian is powerful in every Catholic land. He had been trying to squirm his way into a royal family for years, and yet only married noble women for their money. Now he had acquired a fortune, your family had agreed to let him marry a daughter of his choosing in exchange for money.

[multifandomimaginesworld]

Imagine: Your closest friend Mary setting you up with Bash

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Reign Preference

Writer: im-a-writer—im-in-distress.tumblr.com

Fandom: Reign

Preference with: Francis de Valois, Bash de Poitier,  Leith Bayard, Stéphane Narcisse, Henry II of France, Louis Condé

Rating: #Romance

Words: 750+

Warning(s): N/A

A/N: So... 1) I found these on my computer. I don’t remember when I wrote them, but it wasn’t for this blog. Which means it was for the old one I used to share with a friend, which means it’s been... 6+ years? I don’t remember when I wrote them, but I thought they were good, and worth sharing. (As such, they are unedited.) So, I’m posting them, along with another set: here. 2) I will not be creating an OC-version for these. Better to just let them be what they are. 3) If anyone’s interested in preferences, request away. I really need an excuse to get back into writing. And 5) Read & Review. I hope you like them.

Francis II

As king, Francis is often surrounded by the guard and he can never get a moment alone with you. To see you across the table or at the end of the corridor and not being able to touch you is killing him. So he retires early to his chambers one night and sneaks out to see you, leaving his unknowing guards by his bedroom door. Bribing one of the maids into secrecy, he smuggles the makings of a picnic from the kitchen before going to meet you out by the lake’s edge—where he knows you go to escape. He surprises you, dropping down beside you with the basket, that smile of child-like innocence on his face. The two of you enjoy the picnic, talking about less complicated things than politics or the juicy gossip from court. You tell him about your home, who you were as a child. He says he’d like to visit with you one day—you say you’ll take him.

Bash de Poitier

His new title of “King’s Deputy” keeps Bash busy most of the time, and by the end of the day, he usually just wants to crash. You know he feels bad, but it’s exhausting—what he does. So you decide to help him. You run to the stables and ready your own horse, before mounting and going to meet him at the entrance of the castle. His eyes light up when he sees what you were aiming to do, but he assures you that he’s not working today. Instead he climbs up behind you on your horse, and the two you take off across the open fields of France. You don’t know how long you ride, but when you stop, you no longer recognize the surroundings. You’ve reached an open meadow full of bright wild flowers dotting across the horizon. Bash helps you dismount, and then hands you his sword. You brighten as you he holds you from behind, showing you how to wield it. After you get the hang of it, he takes out a dagger of his own and you two spar as silhouettes on the sunset.

Leith Bayard

The two of you act like the oldest of friends. Whenever you get a chance, you make trouble for each other. You’ll leave little trails for him to follow, aiming to confuse him into giving up and asking you straight out. He’ll interrupt any conversation you try to have with anyone, even if could get you both in a load of trouble. He words himself trying to make you blush, and you challenge him with seemingly innocent quips. It’s usually you who loses, as he’s just so charming. But those rare moments when you beat him—those make you feel invincible.

Stéphane Narcisse

Aside from the smirks from across the room or the brush of a touch as you pass each other in the hall, you and Narcisse haven’t had any time together for a long time. You have to keep up appearances: keep your mouth shut where you’re opinion doesn’t belong, engage in polite conversation with the person next to you, smiling at their flirtations. But seeing one grab your arm and pull you close—he snaps. Narcisse makes a beeline for you, yanking you away from them and out of the room. He doesn’t stop until you’re in an abandoned corridor. His eyes bore into yours; you’re breathing shallow and heavy. He orders you to stop teasing him, that you smiling at someone else isn’t okay. Instead you tip your lips to his ear and whisper, “Let the games begin.”

Henry II of France

It’s hardly state secret what you and Henry do behind closed doors, but it’s the moments you share in the open that you cherish the most. The light touches, the bright smiles, the way his eyes hold yours. He can’t tell you much. Your situation is complicated and fragile, but it never feels that way. And you never mind being the one to fill conversation, because he always listens with such intent. You wonder what kind of king he could have been if everyone had seen that side of him. But despite it all, you love the man he is now, because if everyone had seen him that way, you’d never have him.

Louis Condé

Lord Condé was never entitled like the rumors of the family assured. It was refreshing to meet a royal who didn’t just view everyone else as pawn pieces. In fact, the very concept of the game made his head spin. You grew up playing it with whoever lost a bet to you, so teaching Condé seemed an easy task—It wasn’t. But it was rather amusing. The poor man refused to place any of his pieces in the line of fire, instead preferring to spend the entirety of the game running away from your pieces. You couldn’t really blame him. You were the best at the game.

[rostovs-lover]

Hey hey! Can I request a Bash x reader imagine where the reader is Mary’s younger sister and she doesn’t know Bash has been in love with her since they were children?

Like Children

Sebastian De Poitiers | major spoilers, brief mention of character death | female reader | fluff, pining, kinda slow burn for a short fic | wc.927

goodness its been a while since I’ve watched Reign, I’m so sorry if Sebastian is out of character. I also hope this isn’t as choppy rushed as I thought it was. I hope you enjoy! (Note: I’m on mobile so I can’t put the cut in, when I get computer access I will add it)

The French court had seemed unimaginable, something (Yn) had only heard about from her sister’s letters and a few brief visits when they were younger. That was until she was there, after Aylee’s murder when Mary sent for her younger sister. Now that she was stuck in a stuffy room, it was almost underwhelming. (Yn) got along with everyone, she always had, and it was nice to finally see the girls she had spent so much of her young life with. It was lonely though, lonelier than she had expected, and she had a newfound sympathy for the way Mary laminated in her letters. 

There was a knock, “Lady (Yn)?” 

She turned around, letting the curtains she had pushed back to stare out the window flutter around her. Sebastian was standing in the doorway and (Yn) almost didn’t recognize him, “Sebastian,” It was his eyes, that’s why she knew who he was. 

“I,” He cleared his throat, “I heard you’d returned to court,” 

She stepped away from the window towards him, “Yes, I arrived earlier today. It’s just as a remembered it yet so different,” 

“Well Lady (Yn), would you like for me to show you around?” Sebastian offered his arm to loop with hers.

(Yn) grinned, Sebastian realized it was the same way she always had, and accepted his arm, “What a polite offer, who would I be to decline?” 

**

Horse hooves clopping against gravel was the only sound in the quiet woods but Sebastian hardly realized. His mind was elsewhere, on Lady (Yn) Stuart and the soft way she spoke to him while they walked the gardens. He hadn’t thought much of Mary’s younger sister, not until the afternoon when he saw her again for the first time in years. Perhaps, he realized, he had chosen not to think of her, pushed her out of his mind. They had been close when they were younger and Mary had come to court with her ladies and (Yn). He could recall a certain feeling for the girl but he had simply brushed it off as a childhood infatuation. They were older now though and he still felt so strongly towards her, Sebastian couldn’t pinpoint the feeling though. Was he in love?

**

Wandering the castle in the dead of night may not have been the smartest of ideas but it was entertaining and (Yn) hadn’t been caught yet. The thought of seeing any respectable person at this hour while only wearing a nightgown crossed her mind, what an impression to make. 

The soft thump of boots against the stairs made her heart start to race and she tried to find a corner to duck around. She rushed around a wall towards a set of big double door and skidded to a stop, leaning on the wall to catch her breath. 

“Lady (Yn)?” The voice was familiar, much softer than usual seeing as it was so late, but familiar none the less, “What are you doing?” 

(Yn) peeked around the corner catching a glimpse at the approaching figures dark hair, “Goodness Sebastian, you scared me!” 

“Well milady, seeing a gown-clad figure rush through the dark hall of the castle isn’t the most welcome sight either. Why are you up?” 

(Yn) felt her face begin to flush, “Well I couldn’t sleep and why stay cooped up in my chambers when there’s so much of this castle that I haven’t seen in ages. I didn’t expect to see anyone,” 

Sebastian smiled, “Well I suppose a bit of an adventure never hurt anyone,” 

**

The soft candlelight flickered against the walls of the tunnel and a grin grew on Sebastian’s face. 

“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” He whispered, “Wandering through these passages at this hour. I don’t think I’ve done this since I was a child,” 

“Me either,” (Yn) picked at a thread on her nightgown, “I remember being terrified of these when we were first at court. I didn’t know where they would lead and I thought that I might get lost and never find my way out. One night Mary convinced me to come to follow her down one, we walked for so long. I got a bit frightened, I was worried we’d never see the light of day again but Mary being Mary, she found a way out.” A comfortable silence filled the small space as the pair wandered a bit further. 

Sebastian swallowed and steadied himself, “Lady (Yn)?” 

“Yes?”

“I think I love you,” 

(Yn) stared at him for a moment, “You… love me?” 

“I believe I do. It’s not anything new either, I’ve felt something for you since we were young but I brushed it off, told myself it was simply being a child and that it would go away but it didn’t. It never did, I’ve loved you since we were children (Yn) but I’ve only just realized it. I think when I saw you for the first time this morning it dawned upon me that these feelings were not-” He shook his head, “- Are not just a silly liking. I love you (Yn),” 

“Oh, Sebastian,” She stroked his cheek, “I believe I just might love you too,”

“Well then,” He started with a grin, “that’s quite a coincidence I’d say,” And he kissed her. 

(Yn) patted his cheek as she pulled back, “I believe we should get back before its sunrise and people start to worry about our whereabouts,” 

Sebastian chuckled, “It would be rather unfortunate to go missing on your second day at court,” He laced his fingers with hers, “Now best not get lost in these tunnels,”

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Prompt List

Hi guys! I haven’t had many requests so I thought that I would make it a little bit easier by providing a prompt list. Just send me a character and one or a couple prompts with a brief explanation of what you want. Thanks!

“I missed you so much” 

“Please don’t leave, stay with me”

“I love you, please don’t go”

“Don’t you love me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me”

“Don’t cry”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it”

“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

“I can’t breathe”

“It fucking hurts like hell”

“I don’t know how to look you in the eyes after the things I’ve done”

“Don’t look at me like that”

“Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight”

“I know he’s trouble but I don’t care”

“I’m begging you, please don’t go”

“You swore you’d never lie to me” 

“I can’t keep doing this”

“What the fuck are you doing here”

“Please don’t shut the door, I just need to talk to you” 

“I’m not losing you again”

“Cut it with the passive aggressiveness already” 

“I know of your reputation all too well”

“Please don’t hide from me” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Take my hand” 

“It’s only a little bit of blood” 

“Is that a threat?” 

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you”

“What happened to your face?”

”Can you kiss it better?” 

“Are you going to get into bed with me or what?” 

“Shut the fuck up”

“You’re staring again”

“Call me when you get home” 

“That wasn’t subtle. Like at all”

“You’re my home now” 

“I always sleep best when you’re next to me” 

“Can you two save the kissing for later”

“You take the bed, you need it more than me”

“That looks like it hurts”

“Am I supposed to be impressed”

“You look like hell” 

“Be quiet or we’ll get caught”

“Bite me”

“If you insist”

“Bite your lip again, I dare you”

“Bite me” “Where?”

“Don’t tempt me”

“Stop teasing so much” “Make me”

“Take.It.Off.”

“Did you just grab my ass?”

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(GIF Source: @sophia-bush )

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Headcanons for Bash from Reign fighting a duel in your honor?

you would try and stop him but he would refuse and fight anyway

you are so worried about him and just before he goes to fight, he has a tender moment with you about how he’ll be fine and will always come back to you

during the duel, the only thing he’s thinking of is making sure he’s okay for you

and of course he wins

and of course there’s a huge celebration

and of course you run to him and hug him so tight. and he’s sweating and a little bloody and dirty but you don’t care

you’re the one that helps clean him up and although he insists he’s fine, you check his cuts and bruises twice before believing him

you kiss him and call him a stupid idiot and then kiss him again