when she had left for the markets that morning, selaena had expected a rather unexceptional day. she had most certainly been wrong about that. she had barely stepped away from the bakery, tarts packed away safely in the box clutched in her hands than blue eyes land on his frame. he hasn't changed since she last saw him fifteen years ago, kissing her goodnight and promising that he'd see her the next day. only that day had come and charles hadn't been there, instead a ghost on the night never to be seen again and leaving a gaping hole in her heart. yet here he stands. the box of pastries falls from her hands, thunking against the cobblestones as she merely stares at him in utter disbelief. "charles?"
open to: w / m / nb (30+ age gaps almost a necessity !).
potential connections: best friend, betrothed, ex, whatever fits.
plot: several years ago, prince charles ferdinand disappeared, leaving a mystery in his wake. to most, he's nothing but a ghost story, but your muse was a part of his life in some fashion. he hasn't seen them for a long time, actively avoiding them since being turned into a vampire.
sleep had evaded him for years, though he supposed it was no longer a requirement of his current species. charlie's mind was far too active, far too full of thoughts of the past, of what could've been - should've been. he'd disappeared for good with intention. there's no way anyone he knew could handle, nor deserved to handle, the state of a beast he'd become. he'd had to become nothing but smoke, everyone was better off for it. still, he'd attempted to keep an eye on them throughout the years, though he had always been mindful to not allow their eyes to find him - until now, apparently. lips purse, and if his heart still beat, it'd be practically ripping out of his chest. he smiles then, hopes he can play it off. it's been enough years, he should've changed somewhat. he hadn't. not one wrinkle pressed against fresh, porcelain skin. "good afternoon. charmed, i'm sure."
brass knuckles are clutched in her hand, every one of her punches landing with all the more force. the man before her is tied to the chair, ankles and wrists bound, duct tape hanging from his cheek from where he'd been gagged earlier. it was a rarity these days for her to get her hands bloody, even before she'd been pregnant with the twins, but this fuck had the audacity to threaten their family. brushing her hair away from her face, isabelle looks down at the man before scoffing, gaze turning to find ross'. "well, i was going to say it's your turn, but he passed out again. pussy." / @cherrysugcr
"gwaine, please." she pinches the bridge of her nose, her headache still niggling at her temples and this conversation being the last thing that she wanted to have. "i just wanted some air, to go for a walk in the gardens or something. i was always going to come back inside to you." she drops her hand from her face, glare focussed in him as she crosses her arms. "please, for once, don't make this a bigger deal than it needs to be. i'm not avoiding you, alright?"
"i didn't say you're a common whore," he said pushing himself at the wall. "but the fact you are everywhere besides next to your husband is making us the topic of rumors." he knew that she wasn't seeking anyone out, that much they could agree on. but he was so easily influenced by the words of others that it tended to rattle him to his core. "i heard what you said to him, those words were the reason i'm not angry with you."
he knows damn well that he shouldn't even been looking at her. he's old enough to be her father and that's territory he doesn't normally touch upon. yet his eyes track along her body, watch the rise and fall of her hand as she brings the cigarette to her mouth. he inhales deeply as she does, lips parting and pulse quickening before he releases a breath. "me being on the list would get me killed, now you." he quips, shaking off her flustered he truly feels as he reaches down for the cigarette, raising it to his mouth while maintaining her gaze. he inhales deeply, blowing it towards her face. "and i'm far too old for you."
Tomas was someone whose name she heard quite often yet can't recall meeting until now. Perhaps that was a good thing because she would have eagerly hit on him even before she had the confidence or looks to capitalize on such behavior. It was obvious from the way his eyes moved over her body that he was interested. Now all she had to do was show he could do whatever he wanted with her in return. The response from him made her curious, she lifted her eyebrows as she took another puff blowing the smoke back at him. She leaned in closer as if she was going to kiss him but left enough distance to force him to close it before speaking. "Guess that means you're not on the list huh? Although that would be quite the way to go." She giggled opening up the opportunity for him to help them make this time even more tolerable for each other.
open to: f !
“you know, you look real pretty when you’re mad. you’d look even prettier naked and mad, so how about you take off that dress?”
she feels like an imbecile merely standing there staring at him, robbed of words. what had occurred between them had long since ended, him shooting the final blow when he walked away and left her heart in tattered pieces. despite that, she always thought she would have the comfort f his presence in the castle at least, knowledge that she could walk down a hall and catch sight of them, that she could stroll in the gardens with their son while noah was nearby just so they could spend some time together without suspicion. yet his words of leaving suck the very life from her, frown tugging at her lips. "you can't." she says lamely, shaking her head as she sucked in a deep breath. "please, noah, i - " she cuts herself off, stopping the words from passing her lips and making this all the more difficult for the both of them. "i don't want you to go. i know this is difficult, but to never see each other again? is that truly better?"
open to: 30+ f
plot: based on x
"I have spoken with the king, and he has agreed to my request. I will be leaving in 2 days time." Noah had witnessed many horrific things as a knight. The nightmares of war haunted his dreams quite often. Even with those grisly memories, Noah carried on with his head held high. If he could withstand all that weight on his shoulders, what was a little more? Perhaps falling in love with a woman he could not have? Maybe watching her bear his own child, only to claim it belongs to another? One man could only take so much. Noah had to escape this hell on Earth. With the King's permission, he was granted a new position, serving the King's brother. He would be moved to another castle, miles away from the one he was trying to flee from. Before his departure, Noah wished to tie up any loose ends. Although he had ended the affair with the mother of his child some time ago, she still staked claim on his heart. Leaving without telling her goodbye felt too cowardly. They had been through too much.
"You must understand.. I simply cannot continue to stand by and endure."
she doesn't drop her hands away from his face even when the kiss break and he speaks, thumbs brushing gently over the stubble across his jaw. it's the softest that they've ever been with each other without question, peace and anxiety thrumming through her veins in equal measure. "i'm not asking you to suddenly dote on me. just stop fighting me all the damn time, gwaine. we didn't even need to fight now until you decided to take your anger out on me." she sighs heavily, shoulders dropping as her hands fall from his face only to rest on his chest instead. selaena had never wanted a marriage like this in the first place, she'd just been too blinded by her own anger to so much as give him a chance. "i don't know. i've never tried, and you've never let me close enough to." there had always been that wall placed between them, any chance of them moving forward thwarted by it. "you try not to hurt me, i'll try not to hurt you. that sounds like a decent start to me."
gwaine wasn't surprised that she kissed him, it was what she tended to do if he became worked up. it would always lead to them sleeping together and brushing off whatever argument they'd just had until it happened again. but this time he found himself opening his eyes in confusion. it was slow, and intense, less exploring him and more...intimate?
it did feel as though she was asking a lot of him though, how could he not resent. it's the only feeling he's been running on since their wedding. "i can't just wake up and dote on you like a loving husband," he felt possessive of her but he believed neither of their feelings could be classified as romantic, lustful for sure, and maybe if given a choice he'd have gotten to know her and choose to be with her, but that hadn't been their story.
"you think you can look at me and say you can accept all i am?" he knew he was an emotional man, he was told that all the time. "how do you expect us to change?"
he can't help but laugh at her, shaking his head. he's never met a woman so unwilling to admit her feelings for him, especially when things had progressed as far as they had between them. "what you've done for me? let's be clear, sweetheart; we did this for us. ain't nothing unequal about what we're doin' here." not now that they were on the road to a new life with the two of them as the focus, his former employers and her family a thing of the past. his fingers are gentle in her hair, tightening only at the first feel of her lips on him, groan filling the air. "fuck, holly. your mouth's heaven."
"Yeah but I know you have your work and other obligations, I understand that. Plus considering what I've done for you I won't be shy about speaking up when I feel like my needs aren't being met." Holly shrugged figuring she wouldn't need to do that often if at all. Although she was the one offering she still rolled her eyes playfully. The hand in her hair was encouraging as she moved to lean over the center console. "Trust me I'm looking forward to it." She responds happily before wrapping her lips around his cock gently beginning to bob her head to build a steady rhythm.
there's the feeling of delight inching through him as he watches her, so casual about the blood on her weapon and the dead body on the floor. he hadn't expected their interests to align so thoroughly, and for the first time he sees her as something that could be more than just fun. he approaches her, hand reaching for her waist as he looks down into her eyes. "sure. i got my men that do this shit for me all the time. they'll do it for you if i tell them to." pulling his phone to his ear, he makes his conversation thorough but brief, squeezing joey's waist all the while as he does. when he hands up, he grips her with his other hand, tugging her closer. "you know, it makes me kinda hard to know you can take care of business like that."
the lack of emotion coming from dante doesn't surprise her all that much. perhaps it's the reason they get on so well together. her body is still pumping adrenaline, blood dripping from the sheers onto the cold ground outside of her shop as she watches her boyfriend kick the man's body. the words don't shock her either; she knows he has a rather shady background, something that initially attracted her to him. the idea of not having to lug around the body sounds so nice that she can't help but grin at him. "you'd do that for me? good, 'cause this asshole's heavy."
they were more solid than they'd ever been, her trust in him utterly unwavering. their love was just as strongly, with her belonging to him just as he belonged to her. she rolls her eyes, though she knows damn well he's right. "yes, and you're very much using those tools to your advantage, santino." she teases him, using his full first name just as he used hers. her smile is mischievous though, her nose barely brushing his own as she smiles. she sighs, fingers pressing gently against his chest at the knowledge that he was right. she spends a moment deliberating, weighing up the pros and cons of just leaving with him now. "you know how wet being jealous makes me." she quips, kissing him back before shrugging her shoulders. "fuck it, i'd rather be at home with you, honey. i already gave my speech, i just have to talk to a couple more people and then we can go. call a car, okay?" she kisses him once more, already moving away so they can leave sooner.
Considering the strength of their relationship Ross knew he wasn't the one she worried about in this situation. If he were being honest he more worried for the woman's well being considering how ruthless his wife could be when it came to him. This charm to get him to change his mind was nothing new. There were many things Isabelle could get him to change his mind on, this was not one of them. "That's because our therapist gave us good tools to use when we need to establish boundaries Isabelle." He pressed their foreheads together as he smile sweetly. "Not with you wearing this gown tonight my love, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to stay a wet mess until we get home. Where I can take it off you properly and not risk hurting ourselves or objects in the process of capitalizing on this very sexy behavior." He lightly kissed her lips before pulling back. "I am very flattered though you want me so badly. Promise I'm not going to be selfish at all when we get home."