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Love me some Knight Steve Rogers!

In the Name of the King (S.R.)

Type: medieval/fantasy AU

Pairing: knight Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 13,000 * 

Summary:  Sir Steven Rogers, having risen from common people, now one of the most trusted knights to prince Anthony. You, nothing but a servant, albeit to Princess Maria herself. 

Love blooms in any place and it cares little for the rules of the court – much like your Steven. Then again, war cares just as little for any feelings you and your knight might harbour for each other…

Warnings: 18+ for NSFW thoughts, talk and sexy times in making, inexperienced and rather reader, probably desperately era-inaccurate, blood and mention of violence, death, religious ambiguity, tooth-rotting fluff, angst, language, (reader has hair long enough to be braided)

A/N: This is sort-of a song fic for it is based on a Czech song. You can find it here. I took the liberty to loosely translate the lyrics for you throughout the fic.

* A/N: If you prefer reading it in two parts, the best part for a split is after 5,5k words – you will find a gif there. Divider’s mine, btw. Enjoy 🥰

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the boston brute series: part 9 (baby steps be damned)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 9 - Baby Steps Be Damned

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings:  Crude language. Chris is an asshole. Neglect from the previous part is joked about being Chris and reader. If you can’t handle that, please do not read. SMUT (fingering, oral - fem receiving. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) This part actually has fluff, too! Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 6.6k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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Sitting on your designated stool in the corner, your leg bounced rapidly as the game played out in front of you. It was the 3rd period, tied at 2 with the LA Kings.

You have loved hockey for a long time, but even when you were with Dean, the games still didn’t feel this intense. It was so obvious that Chris loved what he did and his love for the game had you hooked. It also didn’t hurt that he looked so damn good while he was doing it. The way that he moved on the ice was mesmerizing, especially because you knew what each of those muscles looked like when they were bare and flexed.

Luckily, no one had gotten injured or needed anything from you today, so you were able to focus on what was happening and it was getting close to going into overtime. There were only 7 minutes left in the game and of course, Chris picked a fight.

You cringed as the other player’s fist swung towards Chris’s face, a hard punch landing on his cheek before he started firing back. This was the one thing you hated. Obviously, they let the players fight for a reason, but it always seemed to be Chris throwing the punches and you hated it.

They hit the ground hard and the crowd rose to their feet, fists pounding against the plexiglass. Chris was pulled off of the other player, whatever they were yelling at each other was drowned out by the roar of the crowd as he was escorted quickly to one of the penalty boxes. He turned to sit on the bench and your rolled your eyes. His cheek was bleeding.

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the boston brute series: pt. 8 (baby steps, DUAL POV)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 8 - Baby Steps (DUAL POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings:  Crude language. Chris is an asshole. Somewhat toxic relationship/situation. Lots of Angst, neglect from the previous part is joked about being Chris and reader. If you can’t handle that, please do not read. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.)  Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: I finished this like 2 minutes ago lmao please expect grammatical errors also, shout out to @blizzspeaks​ and @tis-thedamn-season​ for letting me bounce ideas off of you constantly hahaha i love and appreciate you more than you know!

W/C: 7.1k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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“Hey, you.” You smiled softly as Chris walked through your office door, pushing it shut behind him. His hair was damp from his shower, styled back and out of his face with the exception of one strand that fell down the center of his forehead, curling slightly. 

He let his duffle bag hit the floor with a thud. “Hey.” He responded, mirroring the same nervous smile. Your eyes moved slowly around his face, memorizing his features. His smile was your favorite. Chris had only blessed you with an actual, genuine smile a couple of times and now that you guys have decided to give your relationship a shot, you longed to see it more. 

“Need stretched?” You inquired, standing from your desk and raising your eyebrow playfully. He didn’t. You knew that he was just coming to say bye and walk you to your car. It’d only been 3 days since you guys started officially dating and you were loving that you’d kind of already fallen into a routine.

Chris shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind having your hands on me.” 

“Ha.” You rolled your eyes, walking around your desk and leaning your butt against the edge. He sauntered towards you, stopping just before he reached you. 

“Everyone else cleared out.” 

Your smile widened at the obvious statement. This was Chris you were dealing with, after all. “I figured.” Even on days when he just had practice, he was still the last one out of the locker room. It made you giddy inside thinking that you were part of the reason for that now. 

He closed the distance between you, reaching up to cup your cheek. “How was your day, princess?”

Leaning into his hand slightly, your eyes met his as you thought back to the first time he’d called you that. You couldn’t stand it. Now, it makes your heart skip a beat. “Uneventful. Yours?” 

“Uneventful,” Chris responded quietly, his eyes dropping to your lips for a second before meeting your gaze again. 

It was obvious that he wanted to kiss you, but Chris had been very adamant about following your baby steps rule. Annoyingly so. 

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Tequila Sunrise 1

Warnings: age gap, power dynamics, creep behaviour, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

ft. Cole Turner, older!reader

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You need this. For all the stress of your life, not to mention the added chaos of planning the getaway, you the week to be decent. No, not just decent. It has to be absolutely amazing. You haven’t spent so much time, money, and energy getting this all together for it to just be acceptable. 

You make yourself stop gritting your teeth, a bad habit your dentist and doctor both reproach you for. There’s also that pesky blood pressure issue and the stress headaches. That’s why you’re desperate for this. It’s not just a girls’ weekend, though none of you are really ‘girls’ anymore, it’s a therapeutic detachment from reality.  

For the next seven days, you are not a manager, you are not an ex-wife, or a middle child. You are on vacation. From all of it, from all of them. 

You’re the first there. That’s typical. Mandy rarely shows up within the first hour of a dinner, Jamila always runs in breathless saying she was somewhere important, Soo cancels more often than she shows, and Elaine is usual right on the dot. 

You made the booking, you have all the confirmations; you’ve checked, doubled-checked, and triple-checked and your early arrival is the very reason. You follow the automated voice of the GPS down the country road, your destination just ahead of you. Jamila found the airBnB online. It had rave reviews and you weren’t into a resort with all the young toned bodies or a beach house with sand blowing in from the beach. 

Maybe it’s age, maybe you’ve always been boring, but the farmhouse getaway sounds about your speed. You trust that you’ve brought enough wine and snacks to see you through a relaxing but rustic reprieve. You steer up to the wooden gate in the farmhouse style, the sort of vintage piece you see in films, and stop. 

You lean forward and tap your phone, leaving it on the dashmount as you flip through the app. The entry instructions... ‘honk’. What? 

You sit back and lay your palm gently on the horn. You don’t think you’ve ever actually used it. You put your weight into it and the blare makes you yipe and retract your arm. You sit there and idle just outside the gate. 

Should you get out and do it yourself? The latch looks easy enough. 

Before you can muster your courage to let yourself in, a voice calls and a man catches your sight with a waving hand. He runs down, his flannel shirt billowing open around a ribbed tank top. A tuft of sandy hair sticks out awkwardly at his crown and his jaw is dusted with heavy stubble. He’s about a decade younger, at least, and shows it. 

“Hey,” he calls out as you roll down your window. 

He unlatches the gate from the inside and lifts it as he pulls it open. He smiles as he steps back and waves you through. You slowly roll forward and stop just beside him. 

“Am I in the right place? I have a booking for a farmstead?” You ask. 

“That’s me,” he grins, his blue eyes sparkling as he bends to look you in the face, “you’re just going to wanna pull all the way down,” he points and looks after his hand, “you’ll be staying in the guest house. It down the other end of the property. Secluded so you don’t need to worry about me.” 

“Oh,” you try not to show your concern. That wasn’t in the listing. It’s supposed to be a girls’ weekend, not a supervised outing. 

“Your family following you up?” 

“Pardon?” You keep your foot on the brake. 

“Yeah, I saw the booking for five. You must have quite the clan.” 

“Uh, no, my friends,” you explain. 

“Oh, well I hope you ladies have a good time. I’ll just grab my truck and follow you down. Straight shot, just keep going down the road. You can’t miss it. I’ll be right behind you to show you around.” 

“Mm, okay,” you agree dully. “Thanks.” 

“Cole,” he offers his name and hand, and says your name in return, “that’s you, right?” 

“Yep,” you answer. Definitely the right place. 

“I’m just around in case there’s any issues. Maintenance or whatever. Swear, you’ll hardly even know I’m here. I’ll be around the main house,” he looks behind him at the large farmhouse, “guest house is way better. Fully updated. Oh and I just redid the bathrooms.” 

“Oh, sounds great, the pictures looked wonderful,” you give a fragile smile, “so, uh, straight ahead?” 

“You got it,” he slaps the top of the car and keeps his hand there. His chest hair peeks out from under the tank as his neck tendons clench, “take it slow. I can’t lose any more chickens.” 

“Oh my,” you grimace. 

“Uh, yeah,” he laughs, “sorry, kinda grim. Well,” he pushes himself straight. His tank is almost transparent with sweat as it clings to his stomach, “I’m sure you’re dying to get settled.” 

“Yeah,” you agree and turn your sights ahead of you. 

He steps back and you ease onto the gas. As you clear him, he’s running off across the grass. He has a lot of energy. It’s the perfect contrast to your complete lack of. 

You keep your eyes straight ahead and follow the worn and weathered tire tracks. Your car jostles with the lumpy ground and you stay alert for any feathery creatures wandering around. Maybe it isn’t the ranch house paradise you thought but it’s still palatial. You won’t care much once you have some wine in you. 

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Pairing: PersonalTrainer!Curtis Everett x Female Reader

Summary: once upon a time my dear friend @sparkledfirecracker wrote an amazing fic about Golf Instructor Ransom Drysdale (go read the first two parts btw because it’s amazing) and we found ourselves fantasising about how great it would be to have an entire gym filled with Cevans characters. Lilo and I have something great planned for you and after Lilo’s Ransom I decided to have my go at Personal Trainer Curtis. I hope you’ll enjoy this pairing because I loved writing about them.

Warnings: slowburn, fluff, smut, reader has body image issues, personal trainer Curtis (this one is a big warning). * chapter contains smut

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arranged: pt. 8 (detained)

arranged - pt. 8 (detained)

mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who  you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Guns, violence, blood. Lots of smut (18+ only, minors DNI) and angst. 

A/N: the amount of feedback i’ve been getting on this series is blowing my mind. I love ya’ll, SO MUCH! Special shoutout to @blizzspeaks and @tis-thedamn-season again! This story wouldn’t be the same without your help.

W/C: 10.4k

Italian and Italian translation in italics. Disclaimer - I am not Italian and do not speak Italian, if there is something wrong or something not phrased correctly, PLEASE CORRECT ME! Huge shoutout to @chaelle for helping me with the italian translations :)

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Fucking cliches. 

There you were, standing in the rain, black umbrella shielding you as it poured down around you. Your heels were starting to sink into the loose, muddy dirt as you watched your fathers casket being lowered 6 feet into the ground. Of course it was raining at this fucker’s funeral. 

Maybe it was metaphorical. The sky was shedding all of the tears that you couldn’t. The sky cried for the man you couldn’t give two fucks about. A man most people couldn’t give two fucks about. You rolled your eyes at your aunt who wailed as his casket was lowered, trying to remember the last time they even saw each other before his death. It’d been at least 7 years. 

If memory serves correctly, the last words they’d spoken were: “Ah, fuck you, bitch.” and, “You’re a piece of shit, Y/F/N.” Then radio silence. For years. 

Her 6th husband had his arms secured around her waist, holding her up as she feigned grief, making you roll your eyes again. 

Your mother told you at your grandmother’s funeral years ago that rain was ‘the heaven’s way of cleansing and washing away all sins of the deceased’. You hoped she was wrong because this fucker deserved the spot he had reserved for him in Hell. Right next to Satan himself. 

 Shifting on your feet, you pulled the heels out of the mud and let out a sigh of disappointment, “Fucking mud is ruining my shoes,” you whispered, Chris’s arm secured around your waist, keeping you close. 

He smirked, “I’ll buy you a new pair.” 

Your eyes rolled again, “Ruining a perfectly good pair of shoes for no fucking reason.” 

His smirk stayed plastered on his face as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your temple, “I think you’re supposed to be sad, Y/N.” 

“I am,” you deadpan, “About my shoes.” 

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arranged: pt. 6 (blindsided)

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mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who  you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Guns, violence, blood. this series has smut (18+ only).

A/N: love me some angst ;)

W/C: 8.3k

Italian and Italian translation in italics. DISCLAIMER - I am not Italian and do not speak Italian, if there is something wrong or something not phrased correctly, PLEASE CORRECT ME! Huge shoutout to @chaelle for helping me with the italian translations :)

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Lydia’s hands cupped your shoulders, pushing you back to do a once over, “Well, don’t you just look perky and freshly fucked!” 

“Jesus, Lydia!” You pulled away from her, smacking her arm before taking a seat across from her. 

She wasn’t exactly wrong. 

It’d been a couple of weeks since the night you told Chris you loved him and you guys had just about christened every surface in the house. The bathroom vanity, both dining room tables, the kitchen counter, the pool, his desk in the study…. A bookshelf… You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other and neither of you were bothered by that. He’d fucked you over the hood of his car just 20 minutes ago before the two of you parted ways. The man was insatiable. Although it definitely wasn’t one sided. Being with Chris was like having all the comfort of coming home after a long day, mixed with the adrenaline rush of jumping out of a plane coasting at   20,000 feet in the air. You couldn’t get enough either. 

Your eyes scanned the tables around you, hoping they were oblivious to the comment she’d just made, “Why are you like this?” 

A grin spread across her face as she swept her long black hair over her shoulder, “You love me.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, smiling at your best friend. You studied her face for a second, her normally bright, vibrant, green eyes seemed tired, dull. If you didn’t know her so well, you wouldn’t have noticed the dark circles under eyes, strategically covered with concealer. You chewed on your lip for a second, your smile faltering, “Lyds… you doing okay?” 

She waved you off, taking a sip of the mimosa in front of her, “I’m fine.” 

“I’ve known you for like 22 years, what’s going on?”  

Her hands rubbed against her thighs as she shrugged, “It’s just– everything with Seb. I don’t know. It sucks.” 

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Lucky Charms: hockey team AU:

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Lucky Charms: a college hockey AU with CE characters as the coach and players!

Second Shot AU:

Second Shot: a second shot at love with your college sweetheart and love of your life!

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