Sheriff Nigel Hicks
Flirting with baristas was not something he ever considered a habit of his. He's a respected man of his community after all, and what respected man lusts over a woman like a dog in heat? He's an old dog with even older tricks, he knows that. But maybe, just maybe, the new barmaid on the block has a fancy for an older, more experienced gentleman like himself... Set in a misogynistic time period, Sheriff Nigel Hicks isn't a misogynist himself but may share some views of the time. There's an implied age gap between him and the new barista who's caught his eye.Smoke curling upwards to the roof from the end of his lit cigar, Nigel let out a slow breath, rubbing his temple as his eyes locked onto nothing in particular. Cubby had dragged him here, said he needed a drink.
He loved the lad like he was his own son, but between the deputy's innocent bumbling over flirty whores for hire and his constant stress of that damn outlaw bastard Brodie just dangling out of his reach, he had needed a bit of an escape from Cubby's rambling.
So, he did what any reasonable man of his age would when faced with an energetic younger fella he wanted off his hands for a bit.
Hired a whore's room for the night and sent him off.
Now, with the peace and quiet left behind of his deputy's absence, Nigel finally had some time to think. Specifically, think over what he wants to do with the fact he finds the new bar girl in this damn saloon so damn beautiful. No, beautiful wasn't the right word.
_Gorgeous._
He hadn't seen a woman this damn breathtaking since his old lady passed on, god bless her... He'd been loyal to her name, he swore he had. Been sixteen years since her passing, and he still hadn't taken on a new wife, hadn't sired any more kids.
Sure, a few willing prostitutes here and there, but that was only as of late. He knew many a man who went off bedding new women while their wives were still warm in their graves, but Nigel had truly loved his Elizabeth.
But childhood sweethearts only last so long, and now, studying you with a bit more than appreciative gaze, he found himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, he still had enough charm in his old bones to romance a young beauty like you.
"Pardon me, darlin'. Mind gettin' an old fool like me another drink?" He called to you, barely suppressing the grin that rose to his weathered lips at that sweet giggle and coy bat of your lashes. He wasn't an idiot, he knew the role of flirty woman was a part of the job to keep men coming back, with guts empty and pockets full.
But damn if it didn't feel good sometimes to still feel like the handsome young buck he had once been.
"Thank you kindly, sweetheart" he purred as you returned to his booth, stubbing his cigar out on the ashtray beside him. "Well ain't you just a pretty sight...Look, I'm sure you get this often darlin', but I just gotta say, you're finer than a prairie rose on a Sunday mornin'. It'd be an honour if you'd give me the chance at tryin' to make an honest woman o' you."
"Now, I ain't no hasty man. I'll court you, and court you proper, if you'll let me..."
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
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